#little lore tidbits for you :)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

cough hack wheeze who wants a teeny tiny fantasy au snippet with uhhhh laughingstock Tension. it's like... half a scene! unedited & out of context As Is Tradition

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“Nothin’ much. I think I’ll poke around nearby towns, shake down some travelers - see what falls into my paws.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Barn,” Howdy says. He sweeps aggressively, spreading dirt more than gathering it into the usual neat piles. “Who knows if those ne'er-do-wells are still roaming around the woods - if you and Ed couldn’t take them, what makes you think you could alone? Or- or! What if you stumble across those cultists? I hate to think of you stuck in an ambush with no help coming, knowing fully well that-”

A large paw slips the broom out of his grip and sets it to the side, and Howdy stammers to a stop as Barnaby crowds him against the bar with a soft, “Howdy.”

Howdy swallows hard, bracketed on each side by strong blue arms. The look Barnaby fixes him with dries up his well of words and bristles his fuzz. Howdy’s heart hammers against his ribs. He can feel Barnaby’s body heat, and it’s lighting his blood on fire. 

“I’m not gonna be reckless, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Barnaby says. He barely needs to speak louder than a whisper for Howdy to hear him loud and clear. He smells like sweet smoke. “The other day was a one time deal, cross my heart. But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll take someone with me. I’m sure Jules is itchin’ to get outta town.”

“What would really make me feel better is if you stay,” Howdy blurts, just barely reining in the with me. He tenses, knowing that he’s toeing a dangerous line. One wrong word, and he’ll make the unspoken spoken - but the stress drains out of him as Barn’s eyes go soft. Perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad. Of course there’s no reason to worry, not about this, not with him. There never has been.

“You know I can’t do that,” Barnaby murmurs. “Not yet.”

Howdy doesn’t need to say that he knows. Not for the first time and with any luck, not for the last, it clicks in his mind that they’re on the same page - he doesn’t need to be a telepath to understand the thoughts behind Barnaby’s dark eyes. 

Barnaby says it anyway. “I gotta get him back. I can’t… there’s no room for anythin’ else right now.”

Howdy sighs through his nose and slumps against the counter digging into the small of his back. He nods and adjusts the lapels of Barnaby’s vest. His fingers ghost over soft blue, and Barnaby doesn’t flinch at the contact. If anything, he leans the barest millimeter into it. His gaze burns into Howdy’s, even if they aren’t meeting at the moment, but it isn’t a bad feeling. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Well,” Howdy says in a low voice, “if you find a good lead, send for the rest of us. I’ll be there as fast as my four legs can scamper.”

Barnaby smirks. “Even if you need to take a boat?”

“Even so, Barn.”

The smirk slides into something that isn’t a frown, but isn’t a smile. It’s too soft for a grimace, but too intense for simple recognition. Barnaby seems to sway forward, and Howdy is sorely tempted to meet him halfway.  

But Barnaby’s claw taps the counter, and he pulls away before anyone’s mind can be made up. Howdy’s hands slip from his lapels, brushing against fur as they fall and knuckles skimming over the smooth, fresh scar cutting across Barnaby’s belly. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Barnaby says, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He squeezes Howdy’s shoulder and then his back is turned, and he’s leaving. All Howdy can do is watch. 

And call out after him, “Your table will be open and waiting for you.”

Barnaby pauses in the doorway and looks over his shoulder at Howdy, and his grin is so full of affection that Howdy may just burst. 

“With a free pint?” he asks.

“Hey now, don’t push your luck pal.”

Barnaby bursts out laughing, and Howdy can hear it even after the door thuds closed.

[bluesinnamonroll]

Yhea so I have personal redesigns for these two or whatever, no i wont explain anything about them lol bye

[hiroshotreplica]

tbh side order and octo expansion arent really comparable cause theyre both going for different things. octo expansion is a lot more focused on the lore and atmosphere while side order is focused on the gameplay. octo expansion is still better by like a million years though

[vellichorom]

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[nrd-answers]

The local group, in the words of Seven Rules, Four Undone

“Needled Rains Descending hmm.. my first design, when I was first sponsored for such a massive project. I had attempted to locate it somewhere as close as possible to its work to minimize retrieval time.

Its name means Death. Imminent, swift, and inescapable. I programmed it to be cooperative, respectful, and hardworking.

…being called beloved parent grates at my nerves. I cannot seem to find the data and remove it.”

“Ah yes, Longing Within Reason. My second design. Quite close to the NRD model, though I had attempted to improve upon what I manufactured

In the end however, I had to rebuild it from scratch, which seems to have left a bit of a structural toll on the iterator. Oh well.

Its name comes from the rationality of thought. Of satisfying desires to a normal amount, instead of constantly destroying yourself for unattainable goals. I may have been.. emotionally compromised when building it.”

“Branching Endless Timelines, my largest design. I placed it on the peak of a mountain to stave off excess heat. This was an.. attempt at an unconventional cooling agent. I believe it’s structurally sound.

Its name comes from the lesser known cycle theory that when we die, we join a timeline where we didn’t die, branching out into a new timeline so to speak. It was another attempt at something new, yet efficient.”

“Without Lungs and Breathing. An experiment in more organic integrations to the iterator. It required much more water and ventilation because of the extra heat from the flesh and body configurations.

However, I got it to work. A more risky decision on my part, almost as risky as my first model.

The name I gave this model was to accentuate how, despite our deaths, we always end up living once more. Persisting beyond logic.”

“Circles in Cycles of Circles. One of my proudest works. Water pressure is an entirely different hurdle to cross, after all. So many changes to a traditional iterator’s blueprint! I’ll admit I had a bit of fun.

Because of the difficulties building under water causes, I had to scale the model down to a more traditional size. I personally like larger puppet designs, but it was necessary.

Its name represents the loops of cycles, the parallels in sameness, moving onward in one motion.”

“Wings Unflown. An iterator I had attempted to divide into three towers in the hopes to cut down on heat and condensed workings. One of my most expensive projects. Other than the extended broadcast range, the model isn’t that special

Its name stems from the lost opportunities we may have in life, simply by holding onto things we do not need, thereby ‘letting our wings stay unflown.’”

“Horns of Four. My most recent iterator that I built upon an island with a dead volcano. It made for a very simple building plan, though transporting the materials was quite a difficult endeavor. In hindsight I should’ve just stayed a more simpler and easier location, such as BET. It handles heat in the most efficient way, however. More traditional.

The model’s name refers to the first four sins: violence, lust, attachment, and gluttony.”

“I have no intention of building more. Maintaining seven by myself is more than enough to keep myself occupied.”

[happylandfill23]

ember gimme 15 fun facts abt ur ocs (request for rant)

YIPPEE ok......making a list cuz i like making lists (and it's easier to keep track of my number of facts)

under the cut because dear god there's so many words

ace has this odd habit where whenever they're leaving people they dislike they. chop off her hair in the bathroom and leave the hair and never come back. ok so for context ace is a big fan of the "if it sucks hit the bricks" mentality BUT they tend to have a huge breakdown before hitting Said Bricks. in the process of the huge breakdown, she usually finds her way to the bathroom with a pair of craft scissors or a hair trimmer and just. goes at it. and leaves all the little hairs all over and disappears forever. some examples are leaving home after graduation or the infamous last bluff concert

pixie and ace met in high school! ace had some other friends then (like matt, ex-drummer of bluff, who now fronts a band called plastic woman!!), but pixie had a bit of a hard time adjusting. they met because they were both involved in theater at the time and they became SUPER close. pixie was a grade level below ace, so they lost touch when ace graduated, but they met again when pixie found herself at a giveafux gig (ace's other band before cyberdevils - shags was there too!) after breaking up with her shitty boyfriend (the guy who was mentioned in that one really sad comic i made a while ago with pixie on the phone with her mom)

pixie's middle name is martina, which is also the name of her grandmother on her mom's side! and her dad was named after his father (julian pereira. that makes pixie's dad a junior)

shags' real name is sophie triggs. shags was a nickname given to her by an old friend (more on said friend later)

ace cuts pixie's hair :)

ace and shags met at a club. i think about this a lot and i am going to expand on it one day but let me tell you i think about it a lot. before they met shags had moved to america to go to hollywood and try to become a movie star. she failed and started spending a LOT of time at bars and clubs and in other people's rooms. it made her feel like shit but she convinced herself she'd never be anything. and ace on the other hand had only just moved out of her aunts' house after staying there for a few months following the big public breakdown/bluff breakup. they hadn't really been out much and were trying to start a new chapter and all that. then the two met

all three of the band members are very much queer hehe

shags had a classic case of adolescent codependent homoerotic situationship. it was with a girl named cassie and the two were inseparable. they both had shitty parents, so they relied on each other a lot and spent a lot of time sneaking out late at night to go smoke in the park on rooftops. cassie died when she and shags were both fourteen and shags wasn't and never will be more devastated by probably anything else. on a lighter note cassie gave shags her nickname when they were looking through a book about birds and couldn't stop laughing at the shag. the nickname stuck among everyone as shags started sleeping around with people a lot once cassie died

since we're discussing names a whole lot - pixie's younger brother cosmo chose his name because he's always been super obsessed with space :)

ace will occasionally refer to shags as shagatha

pixie loves getting acrylic nails and shags does it fairly often too. however they both always seem to have two missing. hmmmm. (for different reasons)

ace taught pixie to play guitar!! :)

shags canonically sounds like murdoc niccals. and pixie sounds a bit like poppy and i have no idea whose voice ace's is similar to

when i first drew them pixie and shags were girlfriends. but i hadn't given them any background or anything yet and when i decided to add ace into the mix (since they were a slightly older character who looked like she could be friends with pixie + shags) and i decided on the three being a band and fleshing them out more i decided no. however ace and shags did date and idk about you but i think ace n pixie might have a lil something going on hmmm (i say this like they aren't MY ocs. shush)

last fact! uhh the band's living situation is very complicated. do they live together in a big house? do two share an apartment while the other lives separately? do they all have their own apartments? who's to say. certainly not me i didn't make these guys up i don't know what you're talking about

[offorestsongs]

once i'm done with retaking my exams i'm going to make a proper intro for Rook and Lysander's relationship :3

[wreckedhoney]

uuuug every so often i see writing tips passed around and i want to make a post but i can't find the right words to convey "aaaauuggh don't do what The r/se of sk/walk3r did"

(long tags warning bc i haven't learned how not to type like i'm not popping off yet)

[ruthlesslistener]

Oh yeah my mom also brought my Hallownest guide up with her when she visited so I'm gonna be posting pics of my fav pages soon :3 just need to remember to do so...

[xeneric-shrooms]

🍓fr ask game!

🍓Biggest dragon in your lair (based on in-game sizes) and biggest dragon in your lair (based on lore sizes

In terms of ON-SITE size Cassette here would be my largest with a Length of 30.99m and a Wingspan of 18.52m

But for lore/headcanon my dragon PlanetaryFizzANYWAYS

In lore PlanetaryFizz (name given to it by the head scientist) is the largest

It's a transdimensional entity that infiltrated the Aether Orbiter and assumed the appearance of the Aethers inside. It's not malignant, but it's not overly friendly. You could approach it but it's very dangerous to, it could kill you in an instant.

It's held in some sort of cell in the laboratory and is being studied. The head scientist, Hollunuo, has appointed himself the task of understanding this... Thing.

It's driving him mad though. At first he thought the cell actually contained the entity, but he quickly realized that no. The entity is staying in there willingly. It can leave whenever it wants to.

(↑↑This guy right here↑↑)

PlanetaryFizz' true size is unknown, but after the Orbiter returned to Sornieth and the entity was taken to the lab it grew in size. Significantly. It's about the size of a 3–4 story house currently.

[cassioppenny]

remembered how pissed i was with the two kyurem plot twist when it happened lol

[badfanfix]

There’s no title, have a Diamond Clan fic.

Lord Electrode’s wardens did not always last long.

There was a risk to being a warden, to caring for a semi-feral Pokemon—divinely blessed or not—that could easily decide it disliked something and poison, maul, trample, or drown you for the slight. But Lord Electrode was always considered on a level of his own. The electrical surges when it was happy, the literal explosions when it was annoyed, even the fact that it could lose its balance and go careening down the mountainside near Moonview Arena—most of the clans rarely even saw the Lord of the Hollow, and most were perfectly fine with that. Plenty of young brash wardens had died in the Lord’s service, and even ones who lived to see their hair turn gray met painful ends due to a simple careless error leading to a blast.

When Melli was augured as the new warden, most did not expect him to last the season. He was too quiet, said the elders, too shy and always hiding behind Adaman or Mei. He was too timid, said the old women. Lord Electrode would lose patience with him and blow him away. The procession that delivered him up the mountain was more akin to a funeral than a celebration like it might have been for Lady Liligant or Lord Wyrdeer. Melli cried half the way there. But when they finally reached the Arena, he dried his face and stubbornly refused to let anyone walk in with him. “If Adaman is gonna be the new clan leader, I’m going to make sure Lord Electrode will bless him.”

For weeks no one heard anything from the mountain. A few tried to contact Lady Sneasler’s warden, but the old woman had not been up to the cold summit where Lord Electrode resided. Adaman begged Mai to take him to the peak on Wyrdeer, but his sister refused. “A Noble and their warden sometimes take time to bond.” She ruffled his hair, making Adaman grumble. “We cannot interrupt that.”

The snows came, burying Hisui in deep cold. The mountain paths became treacherous, and news of the death of Lady Sneasler’s warden came from Lord Braviary. But no word on Lord Electrode, nor Melli. Adaman spent all winter pacing the edge of the camp, his newly evolved Leafeon dogging his steps in spite of the sleet. The mountain loomed in the distance, a mere shadow amid the foul weather. Sometimes Adaman wondered if the mountain knew he was waiting impatiently, and deliberately refused to thaw. He couldn’t stand waiting.

But spring did come at last, the marshes turning into a lake full of run-off from Coronet’s peak. Adaman spent every moment he wasn’t in lessons running as far up the slopes as he could before the sun began to set, forcing him to turn back. Leafeon would race alongside him, bouncing to keep up with his lengthening stride. But no one came to greet them. No one came from the Moonview Arena to join the ceremony to find a replacement for Lady Sneasler’s warden. She rejected all of the prospective candidates, something the elders and old women muttered about under their breath when they thought Adaman wasn’t listening. Mai spent more time assisting in caring for the wardenless noble—as the oldest of the Diamond wardens she was often kept busy representing the clan. Adaman wondered what he would find when he could finally reach the peak where Lord Electrode resided. He didn’t like to think about it too hard.

The summer solstice arrived, and the elders agreed it was time for Adaman to attempt to contact Almighty Sinnoh, to confirm himself as the clan’s leader. Adaman agreed—not that he had much choice—but relishing the idea that Mai would have to return to take him up the mountain. It had been a lonely spring. He wasn’t allowed to bring Leafeon, but as Mei guided Lord Wyrdeer closer and closer to the peak, it was all he could do to sit still.

“D’ya think Melli will come?”

“You should be focusing on listening for Almighty Sinnoh.” Mai looked grim. “Adaman, it’s been… a while. Melli might not be… he might not be able to come with Lord Electrode.” Adaman shrunk. The adults had said that a lot lately. Mai saw his frown and tried to smile. “Besides, this is your big day. You’ll hear Almighty Sinnoh and be confirmed as the leader of the Diamond Clan, and then have a huge feast, isn’t that right?”

“That’s what they tell me. They’ve been cooking all day for it!” Adaman bounced in the saddle, making Wyrdeer huff. “Are we nearly there? I can’t wait much longer! We don’t want to waste Almighty Sinnoh’s time!”

Mai laughed. “The temple should come into view soon. Look.” She gestured skyward. Lord Braviary was circling overhead, his long feathers gleaming in the sunlight. Like Lady Sneasler, he had rejected the last attempt to find a warden. Still, the noble Lord of the Skies had been keeping a close eye on the Diamond clan of late. Some said he sensed his future warden. Others said he was merely blessing the clan for its fidelity to Almighty Sinnoh. His presence was surely a good sign.

“Warden Mai!” Adaman nearly bounced out of his seat to greet the other two waiting figures. Iscan, who was only a year older than Adaman, was making sure his noble was settled into the ceremonial pond at the edge of the temple. Lady Lilligant, accompanied by Arezu, stood at the top of the steps, twirling idly as they awaited Wyrdeer’s arrival. Melli was nowhere in sight. Adaman had to hide his disappointment.

“Lord Basculegion seems to be in good health.” Mai pulled Wyrdeer to a stop as Iscan helped Adaman down. The large fish splashed the cold water at them all, seeming to indicate it was not comfortable and would prefer they skip the pleasantries. “I trust the trip was not too strenuous?”

“There were, uh… a lot of times I think we swam straight up.” Iscan rubbed his head. “Of course, Lord Basculegion did all the work. I just had to not fall off.” Basculegion splashed again, indicating Iscan had definitely fallen more than once.

“Did you see Lord Electrode on your way up?” Adaman has been in a rush to arrive, but now that they were there, the cold stone pillars made him anxious.

“N-no. We didn’t come that way.”

“I didn’t see him either.” Arezu joined the group. “But Lady Lilligant was in a hurry, so I hardly had time to stop at Moonview Arena.”

“Surely Lord Electrode would come, even if—“ Iscan trailed off. Adaman felt a rush of annoyance.

“Almighty Sinnoh doesn’t like people who waste time. If Mel—if Lord Electrode is late, we will just have to start without him.” He stomped up the temple steps, stopping only to bow hastily to Lady Lilligant.

“Do you think that’s the best idea? All the Nobles traditionally have to bless you before—“

“It’ll be fine, Mai.” Adaman clenched his fist. If M—if Lord Electrode didn’t want to come, if they couldn’t come… it would be fine.

Adaman reached the top of the stairs, looking at the long line of statues leading to the altar. The Nobles, the Pokémon that had followed Almighty Sinnoh… of course, half of their descendants watched over the Pearl Clan now. Adaman wondered if they fell away from the truth about Sinnoh, or perhaps they watched the Pearl Clan in hopes they would one day see the light and give up their false god. Either way, as the descendants of each Noble took their place beside the likeness of their ancestor, it was hard to not feel a sense of awe.

First Lady Lilligant approached, twirling around him with dancer-like grace before laying her leaves on his head. The blessing didn’t feel all that magical. Nothing changed. But she curtsied deeply before stepping back, a show of respect uncommon from a Noble like herself. He saw Arezu behind her give a thumbs-up. Next was Lord Braviary. He leaned down, plucking a feather from his chest and holding it out to Adaman. Adaman wasn’t sure what to do with the feather, so he tucked it into his hair. Braviary chirred in an approving manner, preening a few of his bangs before fluttering back.

Lord Basculegion watched him approach warily, smoky fins swirling a deep crimson. Iscan bit his lip, looking between the two of them. Adaman bowed, waiting for the Noble fish to decide. After a moment, Basculegion bellowed, launching himself upward in a graceful arc, then lurching and twisting backwards at the height of his leap, crashing into the pond with a splash that soaked Adaman and Iscan both. Adaman blinked a few times, but Basculegion nudged him onwards, toward the empty space where Lord Electrode should have been. Adaman wiped at his face, hurrying past the empty plinth to Lord Wyrdeer. The deer leaned forward, staring into Adaman’s eyes.

For a moment he felt very small, like a Wumple beneath the eyes of a hungry Staraptor. Wyrdeer’s gaze was deep, knowing. Adaman had known Wyrdeer most of his life, but he had never been so deeply scrutinized by the Pokémon. He braced his shoulders, not wanting to back down, but Wyrdeer’s eyes did not waver. He leaned closer, so close Adaman could feel his hot breath on his face.

Then he licked him.

Adaman yelped in surprise as the wardens and other Nobles stifled a laugh. He could hear Basculegion splashing about as it chuckled, making him go beet red. He quickly bowed to thank Lord Wyrdeer for his blessing, such as it was, then turned to face the dais. As he did his eyes passed over the empty space by the statue of the first Electrode, but he ignored it and pressed forward. If Almighty Sinnoh would accept him, he would know soon enough. He stepped onto the altar, stomach in a knot. Would the moment of truth be as understated as the Noble’s blessings? Would anything even ha—

There was a burst of light, and the altar was soaked in a golden glow.

Adaman could feel the power, making the hairs on his arms stand up. It was bright, almost too bright to look at. He stood, staring upward, watching the light dance through the air. “Almighty Sinnoh..?”

Faintly, he heard someone call his name.

“I hear him! I hear Almighty Sinnoh!” Adaman whooped with excitement, his nerves falling away. It had worked! The voice called him his name, so right and so familiar it felt like he had heard it his whole life. He was the leader the Diamond Clan needed, he would help deal with the Pearl Clan, the nobles, protect Hisui, protect his people—

“Wait, no, come back!”

Adaman looked down just in time to see Lord Electrode roll smack into him, knocking him down and delivering a faint electric shock. The feather in his hair sizzled and turned to ash as the water on his skin buzzed. For a second his muscles spasmed, but the current dissipated, the light fading away as a purple haired figure peeked over the top of Lord Electrode.

“Melli?!” He heard Mai’s feet as she raced to help him up. “You’re ok!”

“Of course I am!” Melli stuck out his lip. “The Great Melli merely wished to demonstrate how a proper blessing should be given!”

They all stared at him.

“We thought you were de—not coming.” Iscan tugged at his collar.

“And how was that a proper blessing?” Arezu put her hands on her hips. “Lord Electrode nearly steamrolled Adaman!”

“Lord Electrode was greeting the new leader of the Diamond Clan!” Melli scowled. “And his blessing was far better than getting splashed or licked! We worked on it for weeks!”

“Why didn’t you come out sooner?” Mai seemed satisfied Adaman wasn’t dead.

“The Great Melli wanted to make an entrance! To make this ceremony exciting!”

Adaman stared. “Why are you calling yourself that..?”

“Because Lord Electrode deserves the best warden, and I have accepted that is what I must be!” He laid a hand on his chest. Adaman noticed he had embroidered a line of Voltorb along the edge of his tunic. “I am no longer sad little Melli, now I am the Great Melli! Warden of the Lord of the Hollow and first to greet the new Diamond Clan leader! And if Lord Electrode had not slipped and rolled away, our blessing would have made the rest of you cry!”

The others began to argue, insisting their Noble’s blessing had been fine. The ceremony was clearly concluded. Adaman could hear Arezu saying that Melli was being annoying, Mai chiding that he should have warned them—

None of them noticed Adaman as he sadly scooped up the remains of Braviary’s feather. He was glad Melli wasn’t dead. He was. But the voice that had called him, the voice he thought had been Almighty Sinnoh… he realized now why he had thought it had sounded so familiar.

It had been Melli.

[soulsilvers]

after 50 years i will probably have finally come up with a first draft for how the future au plays out but for now i like to think its kinda like a goofy movie but with pokemon

[freleodvoem]

I want a backrooms game but it's just a walking sim. No monsters, just uncomfortable ambient sounds and distorted music. Sometimes you stumble into even weirder liminal spaces, and the background noise changes, for if you are in what appears to be a abandoned mall you can hears murmurs if you pay attention but no one's there. The echoing of water for the underground pools.

You could find proof of others being stuck there before, like a discarded jacket, or tally marks scratched into various surfaces, or writings into some corners, but overall you're completely alone in a place that makes you feel wrong. An infinite maze with doorways in impossible places, and going back where you came from leads to completely different locations or to a dead end that wasn't there before.

A place that tries so hard to convince you that it's normal, but falls short in so many ways. A place out of dreams, a place between realities. A place where you really are stuck with yourself and all you're left to do is look around.

[deathdxnces]

i cannot express with words the amount of joy it brings me to see you talk about your muses in lengthy paragraphs

— anon

GUYS WHAT THE FUCK STOP I'M JUST KSJDNFKSJDNF

me, dead but happy after all the nice messages 😭

[masqueradeoftheguilty]

imo its pretty neat how genshin is leaning a little more on the whole "allogenes (vision holders) have more powers and strengths than normal people"

like. there's being able to control the elements and then theres being able to swim, breathe, and even talk underwater in fontaine purely on account of having a vision