#mod speaks i guess

[jfkstan69]

NAH BECAUSE THE FACT THAT JOAN DUMPED HIM BC HE WOULDNT STAY SMART…

LIKE YOU DO YOU KNOW WHO I’D KILL FOR A CLOSETED INTELLECTUAL HIMBO WHO CAN HAVE FUN BUT BE PROFOUND TOO???

WE’D BE READING BOOKS AND GOING TO MUSEUMS IN THE SUMMER AND SNUGGLING UP MAKING DICK JOKES BY THE FIRE IN THE WINTER!!

[ask-spiderpool]

Hey mod, are you okay? It’s been a while since you posted (no judgement!) and I just wanted to see if something was wrong. Love you and I hope you stay strong🫶🏼

Bless you anon! I appreciate you checking in! I don't post a lot of personal updates here, but I have been going through the wringer lately... hough.

Lately I've been battling with anxiety, you know, same as everyone. It's kind of made things that I used to enjoy kind of stressful for me. Everything becomes stressful for me. Even not having things to stress about makes me stressed. I'm at my most Peter Parkeriest, in the worst sort of a way.

I thought it was a brain thing – that it was all in my head. I have a new, stressful job, and a stressful living situation, and some family issues I'm dealing with. It'll pass. So I kind of tried to power through, until my body shut down on me last year. And as it turns out, when I got checked out by the doc, it's not just a brain thing. I have a tumor (her name is Lamar, and she's benign, buuut...) she's producing 5x the normal amount of stress hormone in my body. The doctors think it's insane. I think it's hilarious. I feel like it's some kind of joke.

I've been battling this ridiculous chronic stress for years, thinking it was all in my head, but actually, biologically, I'm an overflowing reservoir of stress, and it's something that can be measured in my bloodstream. And it's been going on for years!

So, lately I've been devoting a lot of time to forcing myself to relax. Doctors orders. I can't get stressed about things. Every day I have to effectively diffuse a bomb. And the bomb is me. I'm so pumped up with involuntary stress, and I have to devote my time to keeping it at a manageable level. And so there are a lot of backflips I have to do to keep myself human right now, and not turn into a bomb.

See... posting to the blog doesn't exactly calm me down. It makes me anxious, most of the time. So I've been telling myself it's okay. Only post when you feel good. You have enough things to worry about, and the blog can't be one another thing to worry about. It can only be for fun. If it doesn't feel like fun, don't do it.

I need to do a million little calming activities to function. The blog used to calm me. But it doesn't, anymore. I still love it, and I still have so many scripts I'm excited to do, but... I just have to be patient with myself, right now. I can't bug my head over something that can wait. It can wait. Right now isn't the time. My health is the most important thing. I can't get that back, if I lose it.

Right now I'm about keeping my head above water. Keeping calm. Doing meditative things, that aren't necessarily productive... (trust me, I am SO upset about not being productive. I miss it a lot) but they force me to take it slow and force me to not worry. I'm learning the banjo (she calms me), and I spend a lot more time in nature, having staring contests with ducks and pigeons, and befriending beetles and bugs.

I'm a very positive person, and I know I'll make it through, and I love myself for all the effort I'm making to keep myself from breaking. Because I know if I didn't force myself to calm down, I could snap like an elastic band. I – I don't want to break, like I did last year. I need to be good to myself. And relaxing is an effort. It takes a lot for me. And certain calming routines work for a little while, and then stop working, and I need to make the effort all over again to find something new. It's kind of insane how much time I need to calm back down again. I remember, once upon a time, it being baseline.

Luckily there's a surgical solution, so hopefully I'll be normal again soon, and there won't be any more bees buzzing in my brain!

I hope you'll all be patient with me! And hopefully I'll make it out alive and stronger than ever, soon.

[vicious-daughter-of-zeus]

Do I look like him?

But it’s Elektra having no memory of her mom. The woman who gave her life only exists in a photograph and the memories of her father describing her to Elektra as a little kid. The small Polaroid lives in a box on a shelf next to her bed at camp, the edges are faded on the color is hardly there anymore. The woman wears a bright smile on her face, looking back over her shoulder and laughing at the photographer. If Elektra hadn’t been a part of the goth culture, and didn’t wear her hair in dreadlocks, the resemblance would be unparalleled. The naturally pale skin; the long, wavy, jet-black hair; dark black eyes to the point where you can barely see the pupil; the high, sculpted cheek bones; the shape of her nose; everything. A copy and paste of a woman she knows hardly anything about and never got to meet. She’s chasing a ghost: her mama.

I don’t look like him

But it’s Elektra doing everything in her power to not be like her father, yet still seeing him inside herself. Every single time she walks past a mirror, she can see him in her reflection. She sees the locket, of course, but it’s more than that. She can see him in the large Lichtenberg figure on her right shoulder, reaching up to her collar bone and down to the middle of her bicep, stretching across her chest and across her shoulder blade. The flashes of little lightning streaks in her irises that become brighter, more aggressive, more frequent, more terrifying and storm like the more emotional she becomes. Speaking of emotions, she can hear him in her voice. Her regular speaking voice drips with the memory of how he used to speak to her —the inflections in her voice, her speech patterns, the way she forms sentences, the works. It only gets worse for her the more emotional she gets. And by emotional, I mean any emotion. Maybe she’s angry, maybe she’s said, maybe she scared, maybe she’s annoyed, maybe she needs to persuade someone to do something —I don’t know it gets worse when she feels stuff! Ah yes, being a demigod comes with consequences, it comes with certain… powers. Zeus’s Authority is what it’s been deemed for now, the power in her voice to make people listen. To make them hear her words. It’s menacing, it’s threatening, it’s scary, and it echoes through the cavities of your ears and rattles through your bones, seeping into every pore and every crevice of your body. She can’t hear what it sounds like to others, she cannot hear her voice through another pair of ears, but that’s not what matters. To her —and maybe only to her, she could never be sure— it sounds like Zeus. It sounds like him. She’d try to deny to her grave —she is not like him in any way, shape, or form— but to herself? She knows she’s like him. She knows she can be like him. She doesn’t want to be like him, but she is nonetheless. And yet, she’s too scared to ask do I look like him?

[gmod-gravityfalls-dipper-mod]

Cwan I eat one of da flwoorbwoards - box

[aurelius-tmf]

. . " I knew giving you that totem was a good choice. "

Most may know me as EMF, but my name is actually Aurelius.

They/Them works best for me, but I don't mind other pronouns.

Feel free to ask any type of question, but I won't garuntee an answer.

，the rest of this post is ooc . . .

✦ Heyy! This blog is run by @dazzlingqwq !!

✦ Unfortunately theres no yellow text so i gotta use orange...

✦ Anyway, my pronouns are Ae/Fir/He, if thats important

✦ Feel free to spam with asks! I lovr answering things! (just dont. lkke. spam spam my inbox)

✦ If i ever reblog an ask game, please add the question as well as the emoji ^^; (my memory is absolute dogshit...)

✦ Interactions from other blogs are also welcome!

✦ One more, I mainly ship mavbo and polykour, but I am open to other ships (if there are any)! (Just clarify for a certain ship in your ask or somethin lol)

. . TAG GUIDE :

#◈ ｡ ari talks : Ari speaking with no asks attached :3

#◈ ｡ asks answered : Asks that are answered (wow... who couldve figured.. /s)

#◈ ｡ communication : Talking with other ask blogs!

#◈ ｡ mod speak : Ooc posts!! (they'll also be formatted differently)

#uh. no tags here. : Mainly used in communications. Since reblogs dont show up when searching for tags, theres really no point in tagging reblogs other than for sorting purposes.

. . div creds : me

[yooniesim]

I hate it here

[askquarantinedredheart]

Hi all, artist here. The next entry in Redheart's flashback/story about how she got tuberculosis has a lot more moving parts than I expected which also ended up coinciding with some in real life stuff that I need to handle. Namely, taking my board exams in order to move on to third year clinical rotations for medical school next week. Then moving for clinical rotations. So updates might take a while. In the meantime, here's the sketch for the first part of the next entry.

Not the finalized dialogue that I have in my script but the vibe is essentially there.

[bakingcakeroll]

uh cosmo? are you okay ( ´･_･`)? the tag system is usually with tumblr, did you not have it? -🌘

- @2-toons-2-twists [ Waves at you, hi cosmo... how are you feeling after uhh being aware. oh and astro can use tags, he just doesnt see the ooc ones ]

i'm. fine

the tag system for me let me put the tag 'cosmo responds' or something . but it didnt let me edit that tag or add any tags-- said something about 'something glitched!'. i guess i see why now.

hello to you too, and i quote, 'two toons, two twists mod'! i feel. so free

i feel like i know what's going to happen to me. and i know i'm gonna lose all my memories of this after 3 more asks-- but, better to enjoy it instead of dread it, amiright?

.. one of the tags that clearly state my up coming doom is dread, anyways. i'm gonna twist on the fourteenth, so i guess i'd just feel happy with what i have right now!

I KNOW 4/7

[mothfables]

another thing i just remembered for legend’s fear of wolves is when (at least in the manga, i haven’t gotten to the game yet) his hatred for agahnim is revealed while in the dark world, causing him to turn into a wolfos

going off of this (not related to snail) i think it would be interesting if legend actively tried not to outright hate anyone, because he’s not only seen but experienced firsthand what such hatred does to people, and he wants to avoid that happening again

back to snail, this has great potential for nightmares and being one of the reasons he avoids wolfie/twilight

[mahito-spotted]

... wow, hi... @bananaede

[shitty-fate-merch-daily]

Had a dream a few nights back that I was someone who had an evil billionaire father (evil not just in the having billions of dollars sense but in how he had the temperament of a medieval king with a habit of killing anyone who talked back) and we were all at this big table for dinner where his kids would try to suck up for a better spot in the will and also not to get murdered.

He would like… ask us questions to test if we had the correct beliefs or not.

He turned to look at me and asked “Where does money come from?�� (The answer he was looking for was ‘property’) (I somehow knew this)

“Belief.” I replied, “Because money isn’t real, value is determined by the collective opinion of societ-“

And he got so mad that he psychically yeeted me into an entirely different dream.

[ace-n-mooch-daily]

What the fuck

[thsc-confessions]

"(sorry for submitting a bunch of these i just love the silly sticks) I don't know if anyone has explored the idea of a fail being the right choice in an alternate timeline. What if fusing into Ellry was the right choice? What if at the end of Pardoned pals or Toppat recruits you could just ditch everyone and run into the sunset? What if the betrayed route ended with Reginald helping henry up? What if choosing luxury escape pod had henry charles and all of those toppats awkwardly escape together? The possibilities are endless! (Well I did only list 3 major end game choices but still)" submitted by @mystorl

[owlhead650]

hello noctor. you’re a very lovely amazing person. make sure to take time to relax even with uni going on. drink water, have a snack. much love from all the meteors

Thank you very much Meteors. I do love drinking water and I send much love in return. I like being your friend it's fun. Anyway it's been a year since I created my first oc, Asopo. He's the way in which I involved myself in the pokemon rebornverse oc culture. He's a large part of the means I used that led to me meeting you so this definitely matters to me. I do feel great attachment to this character I made. Here's a short story where I explore the dynamic between him and Melia and Erin from Pokemon Rejuvenation. This short story is about 3036 words long.

Also here's an epic versus sprite of Asopo created by aloepias on the Overseers discord server. Also @pokefangamebrainrot made an adorable portrait of him. Look.

I do love his expression in this. I find Mud Splash cute and funny too.

Pokemon Rejuvenation - Asopo's Letter

Asopo stared at the holographic file. It was filled with information about spells and how to make them. He and Melia needed to make one. They weren’t proud of it, so they had to keep their visits to zeight a secret. Even though basically all their friends already knew they were doing ‘something’ each night. Zeight was very quiet, he thought it was too much sometimes. Other times he thought it was perfect, it was peaceful. 

He looked away from the file and into the starlight abyss. Zeight had its own sky which seemed to be in perpetual cloudless night, yet if he fell off the platforms he’d land in this sparkly purple liquid. Maybe he should try swimming in it sometime. Or would that even be possible? Everything about Zeight was non-physical, mental instead. Maybe the water wasn’t even real. It provided only a nice aesthetic, as well as clarity about which way was down. Where was Melia?

It had been a little while since he last looked at her. He checked and she was just staring at a different file nearby. She’d been so quiet. As quiet as himself.

“Melia.” Melia flinched before turning around. He spoke very softly but seemingly any noise was surprising after hours of silence. Had it been hours? Time in zeight is weird. How did it feel for Melia to be here three months?

“Oh, hey Asopo. Is something wrong?” In general? Many things are.

“I want to talk to you about something important.” He realised that the statement might have sounded a bit intimidating.

“...Of course, you can tell me about anything.” Melia was kind. Sometimes she made Asopo feel warm, a lot of the time she made him worried and scared for her. Things just kept happening to her. “Can we sit down for this?” He looked at a bench he asked Mom Nancy to place which overlooked Zeight's expansive horizon. Melia went to it and sat down.

Asopo sat with her. He didn’t say anything right away. Even though he had promised this was about something, Melia waited. He was content to watch the waves with her. Even if no words were said, looking with someone else made the view feel even better. 

Waves.

Stars.

Light.

Darkness.

Warmth.

Company.

Peace.

“...Melia.” He said. “Asopo.” She said.

“Melia, I need to admit something embarrassing.” He knew she’d understand, he knew that she’d be as kind and patient when it came to this as anyone could be. It was still hard to say, even in somewhere as private as Zeight.

“Only if you’re comfortable. I’ll listen if you want.” Melia promised. She was beginning to get very curious though. There’s something exciting and cathartic about being confided in.

“What would you think if…” He trailed off. He wasn’t able to say anything else for a minute. 

“It’s alright. You aren’t forced to say anything you don’t want to.”

But he DID want to. He needed to. Asopo decided to approach the topic in a different way.

“How does it feel to love someone in the way that makes you want to date them?” His cheeks burned, but at least he said it.

“H-huh???” This was the last question Melia expected. “I… what makes you ask that??”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know why you asked?”

“No, I do know why I asked. I just don’t know the answer.” Being misunderstood was one part of talking that stressed him out.

“Well, I suppose you know it when you feel it? When I… when I realised I had feelings for Venam, I guess I just knew what the feelings meant? I suppose it can’t be taken for granted that you’d know. Lots of things about romance and dating and socialising in general aren’t taught to us. It’s just assumed that we’ll figure it out ourselves. Asopo… do you have a crush or something?” Melia felt like giggling, there was something about these sensitive topics that felt amusing and exciting in a weird way.

“Don’t call it that! This is about someone I love very much, but I don’t understand it. I don’t know what to make of my own feelings.” The word ‘crush’ definitely distressed him. It came with all sorts of expectations he didn’t like. Why was everyone limited to words that can be misunderstood? Why can’t Asopo just show people what’s in his heart?

“...Oh no, I’m really sorry Asopo. I really am, I shouldn’t of said that.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I wasn’t making fun of you I promise. I would never, ever, mock you for anything.”

“It’s fine.” He looked at her for the first time since this conversation began. “I’m feeling something for Erin that feels really similar to friendship, but what I want from it is different. I love her just like I love you and Ren and Venam and Aelita and Amber… But I want to touch her more. I’ve noticed I want to hug her even more than my other friends or pokemon. I see her hand and sometimes I want to hold onto it. When I do touch it, like when we pick something up at the same time or I pass something to her, or just anytime that’s incidental or practical, I really enjoy it. I want to hold it even longer…” Asopo trailed off again. This last part was the most embarrassing, but he wanted to get it off his chest. He felt Melia giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. Her hand was sort of hanging off him. 

“Melia… I like how Erin smells.” He looked at her but turned away again after just a moment of eye contact. It was a lot to admit.

“It’s okay Asopo. There’s nothing wrong with feeling that.”

“But it’s confusing. I’m not in love with her, it feels too similar to friendship to be anything romantic. Romance feels intense, doesn’t it?” This was the hardest part. The biggest reason why Asopo kept it to himself for so long is because he doesn’t know how to describe it accurately, and the last thing he wants is for Erin to misunderstand it.

“Yeah, it’s really exciting when your feelings get reciprocated. But it’s intense too. Sometimes it’s too much, actually.” Melia thought about the time she had with Venam. But she was going through a lot of hardships. She couldn’t be a good partner to her while dealing with all that.

“I’m going to write a letter. Then I’m going to hand it to her and stand in front of her while she reads it. Do you think she’d like that?”

“Well if what you feel is hard to explain then taking the time to write it down in a way that makes sense to you could help. I think it would be important to say it to her too though. Saying it is hard, but it’s meaningful. It might feel good to say it.” Melia tried to make her advice sound like gentle suggestions. She didn’t want him to feel any pressure. It surprised her, to learn this about him. Asopo rarely said what he was thinking.

“I know Erin is busy with a lot of things, we all are, but I’ll try to get a word with her later today. How would she react if I asked her to speak in private?”

“I know that Erin really trusts you. I know she respects the need to leave some things unsaid, or for privacy. Go tell her.” By now Melia had taken her hand off of Asopo’s shoulder. The embarrassment had worn off and he didn’t want to hide his face anymore.

Asopo got up and looked at Melia. She was still sitting, from where she was she could see the starlight reflecting off Asopo’s hair.

“Melia. You’re one of the most important people in my life. I don’t think any amount of words could adequately explain how much our friendship means to me.” For some reason this wasn’t embarrassing to say. Melia grinned. She looked so pretty when she was happy.

“I would have to say the same Asopo. Without you I don’t think I’d still be here. Now go give Erin your adorable letter explaining your complicated, wonderful feelings to her.”

Asopo exited Zeight and entered the league HQ.

He found Erin in the lab reading a book on banishing curses and similar ailments inflicted by dangerous exposure to ghost types. She was sitting on a couch in the corner. Asopo sat next to her and waited for her to say something to him. He stared at her face. She had dark grey eyes, like Melia’s. He always loved the black bow and the white hair. She used to wear a white top that exposed her shoulders and this short black skirt, but these days she wears a long sleeved black shirt with white trousers and a coat.

The strange thing about Asopo’s relationship with attraction is that even though he was fully asexual, he still found girls pretty. Someone’s appearance is never really a factor in whether or not he ends up liking them or talking to them, but he still enjoys looking at beautiful people. It’s not the same as thinking another boy looks cool, so for the longest time Asopo assumed that this must be what people meant by being attracted to someone else based on beauty. He had since realised that isn’t true.

Erin looked up from her book. “Hey, Asopo. You have that look on your face. Did you want to ask something?”

“...Yes. But can we talk somewhere private?” He looked at the Sashila scientists at work. “This is personal.” Erin was interested by this. “That sounds very serious but I understand. Come on then.” She stood up. So did Asopo. She was taller than him by an entire head. They went to find a quiet room where no one would be listening in. Asopo was in a calm state of mind but he could hear his heartbeat. There was definitely some tension now that he was here, but it wouldn’t be hard. Discussing it with Melia and writing that letter had prepared him.

“So let’s hear it, Asopo. What did you want to say to me?”

“Read this.” He handed it to her.

“Oh? A letter? Why did we need privacy just so you could give me a letter? Or are the contents of the letter important? Should I read it right away? Is it something you’d struggle to say?” She read him like a book. Asopo was very confident in his own wit, but she was probably smarter than him.

“Yes.”

“Okay then. I will read it now.” Erin opened the envelope and pulled out the folded up paper without tearing any of it. It was written in blue pen with large uneven letters. 

To Erin,

I love you very much and I really cherish our friendship. I want you to know that the way in which I love you is a bit different to normal friendship, I think I feel something else too. For a little while I wondered if I was attracted to you romantically or sexually, but I know I’m not. I’m fully asexual. I think you’re one of the prettiest and most fashionable girls I’ve ever met but I don’t think that’s why I feel the way I do. 

The few times we hugged, I enjoyed it even more than I do with other friends. I want to hold your hand and in general I seem to enjoy physical contact with you more so than with other people. I honestly don’t know if there’s a word for what I’m feeling. It’s similar to friendship but I’ve never thought about how my other friends have a warm smell or gentle warm hands. I never ever want to make you feel uncomfortable, if any of these things are creepy then I’m deeply sorry and you’ll never hear of it again. I just want you to know that you’re one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want to ever go too long without seeing you or speaking with you. 

I consider you very smart, strong and kind. I always enjoy listening to your takes or comments on basically everything. I admire how confident you always are and how you’re always able to say what you mean.

When this journey ends and we’re all free to live a life where we aren’t in danger from anything then I want to continue being one of the friends you see every day. I love you very much Erin, I want to spend even more time with you and I hope that would make you happy.

From Asopo.

Erin finished reading the letter. She folded it up neatly and tucked it back into the envelope before pocketing it. The whole time she was reading it her expression didn’t really change. She finished it in just over a minute. “Asopo.” Here it was. The moment of truth. What does Erin think of his feelings? “Do you have any idea how lovely this is?” Erin asked with a very as a matter of fact tone.

“...Do you like it?” 

“Do I like it? Asopo I’m really glad you told me all this. For years I used to think there was something wrong with me. I didn’t have many friends growing up and many people treated me like I didn’t belong. When I never had any crushes on anyone, when I never wanted to be kissed or when the very concept of sex and marriage seemed repulsive to me, I thought I was broken. Do you know what changed?” 

Asopo thought about the question seriously, not treating it like the rhetorical question it was meant to be.

“Did you learn something new that changed your outlook?”

“Correct, actually. I learnt that being incapable of wanting the things that I was expected to want is not some defect, it’s normal. There are all sorts of people like that. I read it in a book and then it clicked. That made me feel much better about myself. The problem remains that I need to live with the challenges this state of being brings.”

“Which challenges?” Asopo asked. He had some idea but he wasn’t sure what specific issue she might have been referring to.

“Well not being able to want certain kinds of relationships makes you unable to have them. It seems that most people have a clear idea about where the boundaries between friendship and romance are set. There’s even the notion that if you have a close bond with some non-family member then it needs to be one of those two. The challenge for people like us is that we won’t really be able to have life-long partners. If you want something like that with someone then it’s sort of assumed you need to get married or at least be in love.” So far Asopo was delighted with how the conversation had developed. Just listening to Erin explain her reasoning contented him.

“Asopo, I won’t pretend we just found the solution to that. I also won’t say I’m fully sure that I feel the exact same way you do, but I am interested. You’re important to me, I value you. It made me happy to read about how much you care. And to clarify-” She put her hands on his shoulders, gripping them. “I never. Ever. Found you creepy. I know the bit about liking my smell is mortifying, but I respect honesty. I think I’ll hide this letter away somewhere safe, there’s no need for anyone else to know about it.”

“Melia knows.” Asopo interjected.

“I, what? Did you show Melia the letter?” Erin asked with a hint of frustration.

“No. I just told her I would be giving you one. It was hard to tell you, I admitted the embarrassing parts to her as practice for now. She was very understanding.” He thought about her smile. Melia was happy that someone she loved could trust her.

“Well I guess that’s okay then. If you want to spend more time with me that badly, then how about you help me with something? I want to find another book about medical science used to combat extreme conditions similar to genesis syndrome. I also need to find a book on crafting signature moves, it’s advanced stuff so I think you should read through it until you find the section on dark moves. I know you’re an expert on battling so finding that info should be well within your skillset. Will you come with me?”

This was another part that Asopo loved about Erin. She was so cunning. So efficient and logical in the best way. She wants to spend time with him but she’s also using the situation to her advantage and getting him to help her with work. He was delighted to help someone like her.

“Let’s be reading buddies.” Asopo said with dry humour.

“Yes. Let’s. Now would you like to give hand holding a try? Or actually before we go maybe a hug would be nice.”

“Yes please.” He smiled at her.

“Alright. Bring it in.” Erin opened her arms and put them around him. Asopo wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed. Due to their height difference Asopo ended up resting his head against her chest. Erin was resting her chin on his hair. Erin’s body was firm and warm against him. “Friend Erin.” Asopo said softly. Erin heard him and chuckled. “Yeah, friend Asopo. This is nice.”

They held it like that for a while. Eventually they had enough. “We have a Braivery taxi to catch. The landing stop isn’t far but would you like to take that hand holding idea for a spin?” Erin considered that just because Asopo said he wanted it in the letter, that wouldn’t mean he’s guaranteed to want it right away just because she did.

“Yes. Let’s walk through the sand together so we can find the bird.”

“Great idea.” Erin reached out and offered her left hand. He gripped it and she led the way.

So how was the short story? Did you find it cute? Cringe? Both? Either way I really like the idea of Asopo and Erin being together like this. It was one of the earliest ideas I had for him but I didn't do anything with it until now. Thanks to whoever reads this far, thanks to those who like my ocs and double thanks to anyone who ever made content for Asopo or my other characters. I really appreciate it. As of the time I'm writing this it's getting late. I've really enjoyed Asopo's first oc birthday it was fun to talk about ocs today.

[marshmellowtea]

it's so tragic that i'm too intimidated by metafiction to write it cuz i feel like there's a banger the goes wrong show fic lying in horrortember prompt number nine especially with the cosmic horror and forbidden knowledge prompts tied into it.....

[minusgangtime]

The newbies: the Eevees (part 2)

Marble

Eclipse

Bandana

Limestone

Peaches

Spiky

Flutter

Rocky

-mod shelby

(I wanna guess the types :O

Marble - Rock or steel type?

Eclipse - Flying type?

Bandana - Fighting type?

Limestone - idk actually

Peaches - Normal or ground type maybe?

Spiky - Dragon type?

Flutter - Bug type?

Rocky - Dark type like Umbra, I think-)