#memes. ﹙ ic answer ﹚

[same-pic-rick-roll]

i swear i had something to say but i forgot

Meme

[ragnarokhound]

For the au ask game!

OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!

Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?

Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]

SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write

I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:

Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .

Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .

Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .

Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .

Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .

(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)

[townofcadence]

"&" Rachael tracing one of the fingers on the hand print scar around his neck. @splinter-sister

Tracing a Scar

The collar never came off in front of others, for good reason. It didn't cover everything, but the worst of it stayed hidden beneath the black band of fabric. But still, the longer everything moved on and no one asked, the easier it was to.....forget. Forget that anyone could see it at all. Convince himself he hid it well. The rest of his outfit was fairly strategically placed, maybe the choker did a better job than he thought.

So when he's reading, has the book in his hands and is leaned back in the chair, its such a shock to feel a feathery brush against raised, mottled skin. To feel that index trace the burn, one of the finger shaped scars permanently marring his neck in a spider-webbed pattern of flesh. He shivers and reacts more on instinct than thought, hand snatching the wrist of the source, at a speed he hardly registers. It was a blink, between the book on his lap and his focus fully devoted, and then holding Rachael's wrist and him staring with wide eyes.

A beat passes and he releases her. The current in his head is whipping up into a flurry. "Ah.....sorry. Surprised me, sorry. My neck, it uh....it's okay. Sorry. You're not-- I'm not upset, you're okay it's okay I--" He floundered, pausing a moment to collect himself before his thoughts ran even faster.

A breath in, one long one out. Once more.

".....Sorry. Just... no ones' really-- touched it. Surprised me. I didn't grab you too hard, right...? Sorry about that." He looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck and tangling his fingers at the scalp for a tug.

[rubbarband]

On Desmond's recommendation, Elizabeth approached Eliza's agency with a few relevant papers in hand. Hopefully mentioning her friend was enough, but just in case she wanted to have those on hand. -Ask-Subject-1

Continuation of rp here ||

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@ask-subject-1

Eliza's family mansion let her in, it seemed there was always someone wanting something from her, so she wasn't surprised by this request, but she'd still give a scrunched up look on her face as she looks over the paper, careful not top prick them with her claw.

Shaking her head she'd look to this Elizabeth.

"I'm very sorry, my family is very...personal about given out genetic code, blood included. You said earlier you're looking to make life better for people with frail bodies to make things easier on other people? I doubt my Lava would do that for you." She'd not tell her about her dragon regenerative abilities.

[00venator]

I love seeing other people’s worldbuilding, so could you explain yours to me?

sorry I’ve you’ve already covered it and I just haven’t seen it

Iv covered bits of it here, I mostly just say stuff on discord but I don’t put stuff in tumbe much, so:

COVERED: Ask about Ssca Looking For Pterosaurs (novel I’m currently writing)

I have not named the project as a holl, it’s currently called “The Bird Agenda” in my notes (wich is slightly less of a joke than Birdhammer).

Original species: Rikeuninerd Primary world: Ruka, Rike home planet

Obviously the environment changes over time, but the primary setting looks like this >

RUKA Atmosphere: Tropical planet, 72% nitrogen, 27.1% oxygen, 0.9% carbon dioxide. Contains: -Reik, tropical with eroding mountains, it is splitting in half and has shear cliffs that form a “mouth” because of this. -Rakar, Rakar and Scayikra are divided by a mountain range, a *big* mountain range. Rakar is (mostly) a collection of tropical islands, think Indonesia. -Scayikra, the other side of the mountain range, very dry full of canyons and high desert, gradually slopes down into the sea. Star: -Havnt worked out what type/s, but hot -High UV (worse in Scayikraa) Orbit: -1 Ruka year = 100 years years -Seasons are very long cause of this orbit

RIKE Rikeuninerd are a bird like species. Life span: 259 years Size: varies a lot. Shortest is 1.1m. Tallest 2 Sex: 1 (Hermaphrodites) Lays eggs. Many have lost the ability to fly. Diet: Piscivores (mostly). They have the races Reika, Rakara and the more distantly related subspecies Scayikraa (these groups are named after there continents).

ECONOMY Depends on the nation, when Rehy is one nation the economy is a currency-less syndicate, cause that’s how Scayikra worked.

HISTORY Basic overview: majorly my world building follows the Ssca dispute, a 30’000 year long period of political upheaval, war and genocide instigated by Ssca. An important alliance is Rehy, instigated in year 387 by Screea’s Defence Defence to unify Scayikra’s small quasi-states against Yeer (sucky capitalist mercenaries). A vast majority of nations joined Rehy in 1974 as an alternative to the Ra Da Kur and Ssca. Rehy and other nations went into space n expanded territory. Over time all of Ruka’s nations joined Rehy, and eventually National borders became states.

There’s also the Ra da Kur (communist guys), Rak-Reik (superpower before Rehy, fucked Shit up in Scayikra) Kusu (by gods who angered the pacifists), nomads of all shades, all the iterations of Ssca and all the nations that came before the others.

LANG Im currently working on Ascayi. The main language spoken in Scayikra. I plan on working on Rakar continent languages next, and then Akusu wich is a confusing mush of old Rakar langs plus others.

I’m in the process of making a language tree. Iv been procrastinating.

Btw Rehy means “Collected military congregation” or in other words, “military alliance”

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Notes are on notion, but you need to have an acc to view them I’m pretty sure.

[lionheartair]

((Aw hell I'll jump in on this too 80's AU GO)) "Who are you? I've seen you someplace before."

First Meetings (80s Only!)

Artair glances down at the other, a slight frown on his face in the spanning silence. His fingers knot together. "We work toget'er, I'm believin'." Another long pause. "Y'do those magic tricks sometime fer t'lounge? 'Less they have some other ginger runnin' 'round doin' the show."

[angie-long-legs]

The voice I'm sending to Angel's head is Joe Pesci Sings for You (the whole album)

send my muse anonymous voices!

Why was this going around his head? It was awful, and something about that voice was so familiar, but so grating...

It's the bitches that'll get yas...

[sinfulkittensxkunais]

"I cannot stop thinking about you"

@pocket-sized-lawyer

| 猫 |—         "Oh? Did my little towel mishap spur you on all day~?"

[mischiefmodig]

What are you hiding? prompt \ / @brokeassgoing

asked: "I'm not answering the question!"

❝ I believe it is a perfectly reasonable question to ask. ❞ Loki turns the page of his book, barely looking up at the red-headed individual standing before him. The info broker had been doing decently at collecting information for him, but the information was beginning to slow to a halt.

It had been several months at this point and with an island so small, there was no doubt in Loki's mind that Badou had encountered the man.

❝ Everyone has their opinions, so what are yours on Thor? ❞

[grimoirefate]

TAG DROP 001

[ ooc. ] i'm a nice person so long as you are nice to me. my muses are not the only ones with teeth.

[ ic. ] i once feared mythal would consume me were i to carry her. but twas not so. i remain free willed and mortal.

[ mythal & solas ] ...are not for you alone to bear my friend. the many wrongs we did. we did together. I release you from my service.

[ mythal introspection ] I pulled you from the fade you loved and sent you into war. I used your wisdom as a weapon and it broke you.

[ introspection ] when she intended me to become the next host of an ancient gods soul I feared naught would be left of my own.

[ veilguard ] I have been advisor to orlais. witch of the wilds. daughter of flemeth. and once long ago an old friend.

[ inquisition. ] I knew the empress was intrigued by the arcane and I could answer questions no chantry mage could.

[ origins. ] well. well. what have we here? are you a vulture I wonder? a scavenger? poking amidst a corpse? or intruder?

[ answered: ooc. ] its me. the equivalent of a spicy kitten in a corner.

[ answered: ic. ] yet she survived and returned ages later to aide the inquisition in its hour of need. how?

[ psa. ] hear ye! hear ye! use those things on the side of your head or be doomed.

[ saved. ] im like a dragon when it comes to things i like.

[ prompts / memes. ] twas both a pleasure and necessity to help them as it is now.

[ crack. ] ooooo! you fear barbarians will swoop down upon you!

[ salt. ] i'm bitter and now i'm making it everyone's problem.

[ birthday. ] its my hatch day!!!!

[ self promotion. ] would that I could become them I would for now this will do.

[ promotion ] look! its the people I like! I think you will like them too!

[mechahero]

@anestofocs asked- 😱 for the text meme with Yuki? social media and texting prompts (accepting!) send 😱 for a scared text from my muse

[text]- hey.

[text]- what the fuck are you doing?

[witchtchr]

🖌 :)

artistic renditions || @kyoshisaki

is that really how her first meeting with a mysterious handsome white haired guy goes??

[townofcadence]

" Ok Artair quick tell me: pirate, cowboy or vampire? " Jonas dumps a bunch of clothing items on the couch.

Tell Me + The Truth!

"C-cowboy---." He blurts without meaning to, before rubbing at the back of his neck. "I-- I mean. Er....What for?" As if he didn't already have an inkling by the clothes alone.

[rubbarband]

(@femdeku-rp)

⚔

send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training

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@femdeku-rp

Des would be practicing his high kicks when she walked in, One kick, two kick then a jump, spin and an axe handle before landing on his feet. He'd breath heavy before relaxing and turning to the sound he heard.

"Oh hey Izuka, you here to train too?"

Sweat glistening off his abs as he welcomed he'd with a wave.

[the-purple-hero]

🎅- Sadie

Send me 🎅 for my muse to check if your muse is on the naughty or nice list.

{🔥}—; "Looks like ya managed to make it on the nice list, Santa sure is generous with ya." Spyro did like that though, he wouldn't like if any of the little ones didn't manage to get some gifts from the big guy.

[lionheartair]

@ssnowbunnii/@bloodlustiing // Self Indulgent Meme

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back (from guest muse: 80s au Ares!) Ares' hand finds the small of Artair's back, planting itself there lightly as he comes around his side. "You look so familiar... have we met before?"

Artair feels the hand on his back, and he tenses up under that gentle touch. He knows it's probably one of the producers currently mingling at one of the tables nearby; while it's rare, if they were drinking and needed something, he's come to accept they might get a little touchy. Sometimes it was just to get his attention, sometimes it was flirtatious, sometimes it was a business proposition. Any which way, he pauses just long enough to ready his politest no or 'yes sir' depending, and wills away the disgust to do something fire-able. He doesn't particularly like most of them, especially the ones that feel because he serves them he's free to touch, or snap their fingers at.

He's ready for his usual response, at least, until instead of having a moment to compose himself and turn, the curl around him instead with that hand still against his back. he sees glasses with red lenses, sunglasses that are large and round but don't hide scarlet eyes. He sees that dark spill of hair as well, slicked back with a dark red that stands out amongst black strands.

Artair freezes entirely as he makes direct eye contact for a fleeting beat; he twists on his heel to turn further away, to the side Ares is not enclosing. A few steps towards a table take him further away from that touch, and he feigns wiping it down with the fabric he'd been carrying, draped on his arm. His heartbeat is thundering, and nausea coils in his gut like a hammer strike. His skin crawls where that touch had lingered, like that black glove he knew divided them was coated in something corrosive. He keeps it from his face, all of it, but his hands shake until they plant to the table with a harsh landing, and his stare sinks into its very atoms.

"No--- don't think we do." He purposefully drops his voice to a lower octave and does his best at an American accent. It's not great, but it's not his voice, at least.