#not magenta but some other pink variant

[savage-rhi]

Magenta kinda?

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Hey, Wait a Minute.... Where's Claire?

@littlemissartemisia @tmntaucompetition

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Claire paced angrily back and forth as she waited. Patience was not her strongest attribute.

Where was he? He wasn't the type to be late. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was this place. Time didn't seem to exist in this arena... or at the very least, it didn't flow properly. It was a bit screwy in this dimension. It wasn't as if there was a son or moon or stars to measure the passage of time! There were some clocks, but those were more like general estimations than actual time-telling. One minute could pass in your home dimension, and it would have been a full week here. Or, one hour could go by here and it would have been a month on the outside. One end of the compound could move faster than the other. It was all relative, fluctuating, and nothing seemed scientifically plausible. So, while her wristwatch said that she'd sent the message and invitation to the TMNT AU Competitions to Baron Draxum only a few hours ago, it felt like it had actually been weeks!

A pink and magenta portal suddenly appeared a few feet away from her. Finally, he was here.

Draxum slowly stepped through, his gargoyles perched atop his shoulders as he looked around, scanning the compounds with a mix of caution and curiosity.

"How interesting..." he murmured.

"Glad to see you finally made it," Claire grumbled, crossing her arms.

"I wasn't sure the coordinates you gave me were correct, they didn't lead to anywhere on our plane of existence," Draxum noted. "But after some thorough examination, I saw that there was a pocket universe hidden within the destination. After that, it was simply a matter of finding the correct potions and spells to infiltrate without being seen, as per your instructions."

"Took you long enough. But I'm glad you're here," she said. "We have work to do."

"So I gathered from your message. You said that the subject is here?"

"Not just her," Claire said with a wicked grin. "This whole place is filled with variants of your original experiments! And even more! There are even some that were actually raised by their universe's version of you."

"Really? Hmm. I should like to see that..." Draxum said, grinning as he considered what these variants would look like. They must be the most effective warriors, strong and able-bodied and fearsome and cutthroat.

"Ooh, I wonder what Draxum would be like as a father," Huginn chuckled. "I'm sure he would be loving and caring as always!"

"You'll probably see soon enough," Claire noted. "But first, our plans."

"You didn't say much in your message. Crypticity does not become you," Draxum said, gritting his teeth. "I don't think I need to remind you that I dislike being summoned as though I were some resource you can play with when it suits you. I am a busy Yokai, Claire. You and your little Artemisia are not the only mutant turtles I am preoccupied with."

"I know, but this will be worth your while!" she promised, her voice raising in excitement.

"Prove it."

"How would you like to have not one, but FIVE experiments?"

"Five?" Draxum repeated, unsure if she was jesting or being serious.

"Misa is travelling with an alternate version of the teenage mutant ninja turtles that you created all those years ago. They are essentially the same, with the same genetics and similar traits as yours. And most of them have been reverted back to their early childhood, which means they would be extremely pliable and easy for you to manipulate, while also being just old enough to understand orders and be capable minions!"

"And you couldn't capture them on your own? Five little toddlers?" Draxum huffed. "I wonder if I should be disgusted by your lack of skill, or impressed by their abilities."

"Do not blame her, they are not alone," said a voice from behind Claire's head.

The Hand.PNG slowly crawled around, perching itself on her shoulder, almost mimicking Huginn and Muninn, who recoiled in disgust at the thing.

"The turtle tots are traveling with three young adults. They shall not be easy to defeat, mind you. But you may leave that to me."

"And who exactly are you?" Draxum questioned.

"This is the hand I wrote you about; it told me how to capture the specimens," Claire explained quickly.

"And why would it do that?" he growled, sensing some ulterior motive within the disembodied appendage. "What would you have to gain?"

"I have nothing to gain, expect the fulfilment of my purpose."

"What purpose is that? Are you some enemy of the turtles, that you would want to see them captured by me?" Draxum challenged.

"I am not their enemy, though most would think of me as such. I am a prompter, my purpose is to continue the story, to get it moving, keep it flowing. For the time being, that means assisting you in capturing Misa and the turtle tots. Now, I must go..."

"Go?" Draxum questioned, still unsure of the hand's motives.

"Yes. As of right now, the odds are not in your favour. I must set this right. By tomorrow, you shall have the upper hand. Ahem, so to speak. All I need do is change the perspective of one particular player in this act, and the scene shall be set."

The Hand.PNG jumped down from Claire's shoulders and skittered away.

"...I don't trust it," Draxum growled low.

"I don't either. When I first met it, the Hand said something about how it didn't want to hurt Misa, but would let me do it. I'm not sure what goal it's working towards... but I can't see any reason for it to betray us," Claire explained. "For the moment, it seems to be on our side. I say we wait a bit before killing off the golden goose, hm?"

"Fair enough," Draxum sighed. "But you still have yet to tell me why I am here."

"Oh, right! Well, these variants that Artemisia is travelling with? One of them is named 'Donatello Von Draxum', sound familiar? Apparently he was raised by you in his world, and until just recently, he was your loyal little soldier. And that's where you come in..."

Claire continued to explain the plot that she'd been given, as the Hand.PNG followed it's favourite playthings to their rooms... its new story unfolding, its plan coming together.

Although, it had not been completely honest with them... yes, it had plans for Donatello, but there was one other person whose perspective it planned to change...

[ryanyflags]

tris maverique | trans maverique | cis maverique tris intersex maverique | trans intersex maverique | cis intersex maverique

(Maverique can be replaced with other related words, like mav, mave, maver, etc. Tris is short for transcis/cistrans.)

I made some other trans/cis/tris + intersex flags for man/woman/nonbinary, and decided to make maverique versions too :)

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Flag colors:

The upper 3 stripes of tris maverique are from tris, and the lower yellow and orange stripes are from maverique. The yellow and orange stripes for the rest of the flags are also for maverique, and in the case of the intersex variants, the yellow from intersex is combined with the maverique yellow into one stripe.

The pink and blues stripes of trans maverique are from trans.

The grey stripes in cis maverique are de-saturated versions of maverique yellow and orange colors, and represent cis.

Tris intersex maverique follows the format of @neopronouns' tris intersex man/woman flags. The center purple circle is from intersex, and the blue, dark magenta, and dark purple are from tris, like in tris maverique flag.

Trans intersex maverique is like the trans maverique flag, except the center stripe is yellow instead (as that's the format that seems fitting/common for intersex flags), and a extra yellow-orange stripe to keep the 5 stripe format.

Cis intersex maverique is like the above. Just the center stripe changed to yellow, and an additional yellow-orange stripe.

There's also yellow outline, and no outline versions, of the intersex variant flags. They mean the same thing, I just thought both looked good, so they're just alt versions.

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(Do people even read the long flag explanations I type out? Maybe not, but I still feel it's important to explain.)

[silent-raven13]

The Punks meet Sunflowers! 2

(Part 1)

Three Miles stood in front of the punks, Miles 1016 chuckles: Come on, boys. Your mouths are hanging a bit too low.

Gwen looks at the three Miles variant: Oh wow, you're a girl. -seeing one Miles being a woman.

Miles variant giggles: Yup, well... I'm actually trans. trangirlie! I'm still working on a name for myself, so I still go by Miles. -She smiles at the group- I'm Miles Morales from Earth 1015! -She had on a Magenta and black Spider-woman suit, wearing long braids with pink tips at the end, and have big doe like honey eyes.-

The other variant said: I'm Miles from Earth 43! I'm a transman! -The other Miles stood being the same height as Miles 42, with green eyes and thick box braids hair. His Spider-man suit is more edgy with black and blue with cargo pants, thick shoes, and black sweater over his spider-man suit.-

Gwen gawks: Wow! You guys look freakin' cool! -She saw Miles 43 wearing some space lookin' shoes-

Miles 42: I was checking those shoes out too! They look mad dope!

Miles 43 smirks: These are my anti-gravity kicks! Makes me float in the air -He jumps showing off his kicks- I made them from a special metal called Vibranium.

The group: Whoa, that's so cool!

Miles 1016 looks over at the third Miles: Hey, man. You been quiet. That's pretty weird of you.

Hobie 138b notice the third Miles, who is dressed in all black, with piercings and had a tattoo of sunflowers showing on his neck: Darling, is that a Punk Miles? -The other Punks looks over noticing the other Miles-

Miles variant scowls: Excuse you, man. I don't like labels! I am, ME!

Miles 1016: Technically.... he hates labels. So you don-

Punk Miles: I'm Miles Morales from Earth 1019, I fucking hate the system, the government fucking fascist assholes. I believe in Black Lives Matter, Gay Rights, Fuck the pigs and Free Congo, Free Palestine, Free Yemen, Free all the oppressed countries from greedy hungry pencil dicks white men!

Hobie 138b being awestruck until his boyfriend nudge him in the rib getting jealous: Hobie!

Hobie 138b: Huh, what? No, it's just... -he looks at his Sunflower- Sunflower, please get a tongue piercing.

Miles 1016: Pfft!

Hobie 138e already looming over at Punk Miles: You know, I bashed a DICK-tator's head once... -his voice deep-

Miles 1019 smirks being interested in him: You did? Mmm, I actually blow up the NYPD!

The Punks seem to spread to their Miles, being already interested in them. Hobie 138c flock to Miles 43 and Hobie 138d went with Miles 1015. Gwen saw how bashful the Punks acted around their Miles, which is cute and funny. Seeing cool tough punkers being all shy, casually trying to flirt while their Miles are so sweet, and naive.

Hobie 138d to Miles 1015: So in your world... what do you do for fun?

Miles 1015 smiles brightly at him: I take care of my baby brother! I go skate with my best friend... um... hmmm, I really really love Pickles! I know a bit weird but it's been my favorite snack to eat while reading manga! -She saw the way he nodded, then he got close to him trying to meet his eye- What about you?

Hobie 138d blushes: Me! Oh, you know, starting Mayhem, breaking shit, fighting off CEOS and their unethical practices!

Miles 1015: Ohh sounds fun!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes: Oh brother...

Gwen laughs: This is so fun to watch.

Miles 43 talking with Hobie 138c: Hahaha, yeah. I beat up a few bad cops recently. They really hate me being around.

Hobie 138c: Really? Need help from an expert. I'm always free. I'll take you out in my world. I know a great place that sells the best fish n' chips!

Miles 43 chuckles: I would like that!

Hobie 138b look at his Miles: Darling, did you just hook them up.

Miles 1016 smiles at him: Maybe... I thought The Punks would like their own Sunflower. Besides, I see the way you always held back, my poor baby. -He got his boyfriends face to make him lean over so he can kiss him on the cheek!-

Miles 42 grunts: Gross.

Gwen: Awe, that's cute. You gotta admit, Miles.

Miles 42: Say where's Mariana?

The Hobies left their head up: Who?

A Spider-woman in pastel blue and pink: Hey guys, sorry I'm late and- Whoa so many Spider-punk! -She took off her mask revealing to be woman but with Miles' features. Her long hair tied into two thick long braids-

Miles 1016: This is Mariana! She's the female version of me or I'm the male version of her...

Mariana giggles: Right! Variants is so confusing, because who's is who in the multiverses! -She saw how Spider Punks were close to their Miles- Looks like I missed the match making. Shame, I thought I was gonna get a Spider Punk -she jokes-

Miles 42: I know a Ganke that's single!

Miles 1016: You really want a variant of us dating a Ganke huh?

Miles 1015: Well there was a few Miles that were... you know multi-verses. It never ends!

Mariana nodded: Oh for sure! -then turns to Miles 42- I'm fine just teasing. I'm not into dating.

Miles 43: There's another cute punker walking around.

Hobie 138b: As long as he stay away from my Sunflower. -he pulls Miles close to him-

Miles 1016: Bae, chill. I'm not going anywhere.

Mariana giggles: So this is your famous bf! He loves you too much! -She turns to Gwen- I've seen the male variant of you. Are you a flirt like him?

Gwen: Oh nonono. I'm not.

Miles 42: Wait, Mariana? -Looking at Miles 1015- Why not names yourself that?

Miles 1015: Me as Mariana? Hmmm... I was thinking of Mila.

Miles 43: Mila? -He did not like that name-

Miles 1019: Ew, sounds too fanfic to me. It's like okay we get it, your boy name is Miles and girl went to Mila!

Miles 1015: When you put it like that... it is fucking weird. huh?

Hobie 138d hugs protectively at his Miles: Shh, darling. Don't listen to them! They are just jealous at your beautiful name!

Miles 1015 giggles: Thanks, Hobie! Maybe Marina? Still thinking about it.

Mariana: Marina is a cute name.

Miles 1016: What about Star? You mention you wanted something with piz-zazzs!

Miles 43: My birth name was Mariana and changed it to Miles, because my dad would've name me, Miles.

Miles 1015: I want a name that's me! Star would be cute but sounds a bit too common too. -She sighs- I'll wait and see.

Hobie 138e: Patience is a skill. Name whatever your comfortable with.

Mariana nodded: Yeah! It will come.

Gwen asked Miles 1016: So are they all like you? Like doing their own thing?

Miles 1016: Umm, not really. 43 and 1019 lost their dad from being shot by a dirty cop. Mariana's and Miles 1015's parents are alive but they lost their friend. I think Mari's was Ganke and 1015 was her Peter Parker... I think.

Gwen: Oh wow.

Miles 42: Mariana' and Miles 1015 have younger sibling too.

Miles 1016: Yeah, it's crazy how multi-verses work. -They watch the Miles and Hobies interacting. Mariana happily taking with them being so bright and bubbly. Then Miles 1016 felt a tap on his shoulder, he looks over to find Punk Miguel!- Oh hey, Miguel!

Punk Miguel, from Earth 970 and younger version of Miguel 2099. He's much nicer and mostly speak Spanish, since he grew and live in Mexico. In his world, Mexico won the American-Spanish War, so states like California didn't exist, but remain part of Mexico. USA Is a small country that leader was taken over by Mexico: Compa, qué le parece esa morra? -His Auburn red eyes on Mariana- Hmm?

Hobie 138b looks at the lad: Oi, I'm watching you.

Miles 1016 said: That's Mariana. Go talk to her.

Miguel 970 shyly didn't want to speak to her by himself: Amigo, please... help me? -having a thick Mexican accent-

Miles 1016 chuckles: Alright. -He turns to Mariana- Hey, Mari. I want you to meet someone.

Mariana head to them after excusing herself with the her variants and the Punks: What's up? -then noticed a tall big guy in front of her- Oh wow, man! You are huge! I feel so small! -she's six foot, too.-

Miguel 970 blushes being shy. Miles chuckles: He wants to meet you but he's shy.

Mariana: Oh I don't bite, unless you want me too! -she jokes and saw Miguel 970 with sharp fangs- Ohh, but I bet you bite! -She got a good look at him, dark hair, piercings and red eyes with fangs! He's like a sexy vampire!-

Miguel 970: I... I don't speak.... English too good...

Mariana: Oh, puedo hablar español! Yo soy Mariana! -she stuck her hand out.

Miguel 970's eyes lit up: Hola, Mariana! Soy Miguel. Es un placer conocerte.

Mariana giggles: So proper.

Miles 1016 laughs too: Yeah, give a Punk a Miles and they suddenly become a gentlemen. -He saw all the other Punks being super nice and well-mannered with his other variants.-

Miles 42 was eyeing Miguel 970: He's low-key fine. Why not him?

Hobie 138b: Oi, back off, mate. Sunflower is mine. I'll never let him go.

Miles 42: Ugh, fine. Whatever, man.

Gwen: I love match making. Too bad, Pav isn't here. He would've fangirl and be doing a whole love show.

Miles 1016: He really did miss out, huh? -His eyes one Miguel 970 happily talking with Mariana-

Hobie 138b: Ain't it a bit weird for a Miguel to date a version of you?

Miles: Not really. She's her own person... just because their a variant of me, doesn't mean they are me, you know?

Hobie: And that's why I love you, Sunflower. -He picks up his partner to kiss him-

Miles: I love you, too, baby!

[s1lly-gh02tz]

Why do you like Spamton 😭 his character is so shit and he’s annoying asf and overrated

Im glad you asked

Spamton, full name Spamton G. Spamton, is a Darkner from the Cyber World. He is initially encountered in Cyber City, where he is fought as a miniboss. He is likely based on spam emails.

If Kris helps him enter the Queen's Mansion's basement (either through the LoadedDisk or freezing Berdly), he transforms into Spamton NEO, which serves as Chapter 2's bonus boss on a normal route and the main antagonist and final boss of the Chapter 2 Snowgrave Route. As a bonus boss, he holds one of the Shadow Crystals.

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Shop

After his battle, he appears as a shopkeeper in the Trash Zone. His shop is unusual in that his items are not what they appear, and their prices fluctuate rapidly while looking at them. He is also the only shopkeeper that the party cannot sell items to, with the "SELL" option being replaced with "BUYMORE!!" His wares are:

KeyGen for 0-49030 Kromer/D$

S.POISON for 50-150 Kromer/D$ (sold as "S. POTION")

Broken Sword for 50-150 Kromer/D$ (sold as "THE BIG ONE")

Frayed Bowtie for 50-150 Kromer/D$ (sold as "BSHOT BOWTIE")

Profile

Appearance

Spamton appears as a diminutive puppet and ex-Addison that wears yellow and pink glasses that sometimes change colors and a long-sleeved black V-neck shirt, with black hair that is slicked back, appearing similar to a pompadour.

After becoming Spamton NEO, Spamton assumes the form of the machine he inhabits. The body of this form looks like a disheveled Mettaton NEO with a gaudy pink and yellow color scheme, and a laser cannon mounted onto his hand. Countless green wires suspend him in the air. His pink and yellow glass colors swap places. He also grows bat wings, one side being green, lilac, and purple, the other being yellow, pink, and magenta, and has teal-green and grey thumbs.

Swatch mentions that many people have failed to imitate his look, and some people have even gone so far as to impersonate him. Spamton's slick black hair, multicolored glasses, pointy white face and black suit are noticeably similar to Swatch's outfit, and Spamton admits to it during a live Q&A during the Spamton Sweepstakes.[1]

Spamton's design seems to be based on a number of popular depictions of puppets, having the face and style of dress seen on classic ventriloquist dummies with the nose of Pinocchio. This is also hinted at in his Spamton NEO form when he refers to himself as a puppet, and with the song "A Real Boy!"

Spamton has the ability to increase the size of his head. In his NEO form, his head is constantly larger than usual.

Personality

Spamton was once a natural salesman, always willing to cut a deal. While he still bears a shadow of these traits, his deals are now often nonsensical or violent. He claims that he became a salesman not for the money, but for the freedom to make his own deals. However, he still attempts to scam Kris for money (which he refers to as "Kromer") at every opportunity. His speech patterns are similar to typical obfuscated spam email text, with many words replaced with non sequitur variants in square brackets that could imply incorrectly-applied mail merge variables or hyperlinks, or various voice glitches.

In much of his dialogue, he seems mentally confused and insane, seemingly projecting himself onto Kris, contradicting himself, and saying things which make little sense, without warning. This mental instability seems to clear up briefly after fighting him in his NEO form, as he wishes Kris success with their journey without using broken English.

Spamton consistently spells "generosity" as "genorisity," "guarantee" as "guaranttee," and "special" as "specil," with an exception for the latter at the end of the Spamton NEO battle after snapping all the wires.

Main Story

History

Some time before Kris and Susie entered the Cyber World, Spamton existed as an unsuccessful spam email Addison, overlooked by Lightners and never able to catch a break.[2] Despite his lack of success, he always proclaimed to his fellow Addisons that he would be a "big shot" one day.[3]

Desperate, Spamton began to look for any way to become more popular. Eventually, he came into contact via phone with someone who could help him, and suddenly he began to be wildly successful. From that point on, Spamton was "on the phone all the time," being aided by an unknown person.[4] His fellow Addisons became jealous of him for his sudden success, and stopped going out with him.[5] His success landed him his own room at the Queen's Mansion, and he began to brag more and more about his deals, ranging from TV commercials to cars.[6]

Then, as sudden as his success was, it came crashing down. The stranger helping Spamton vanished, and all his sales went with them.[6] Desperate, Spamton started spending all of his time "praying" in the basement, obsessed with an "artifact,"[7] presumed to be the machine he uses to become NEO. The machine was created by an unknown Lightner with the help of Swatch, digitally visualizing their hopes and dreams. However, those dreams never came to be, and the machine was abandoned in the basement with the rest of the corrupted data.[8]

With nothing left, Spamton was to be evicted from the Queen's mansion. The day of his eviction, one of the Addisons went to visit Spamton, but found he had already left. Spamton had left his phone hanging off the handle. Spamton presumably left in the middle of a conversation, as the Addison could hear someone on the other end, but after putting the phone to their ear it only made "garbage noise."[9] Likewise, Kris's Cell Phone only makes garbage noise when used in the Dark World.

Abandoned by all of his friends, Spamton was reduced to living in a dumpster in a Cyber City alleyway.[10] Despite his fall from grace, the Color Cafe in Queen's Mansion continued to sell his trademark bowtie, albeit with the brand name cut off.

At some point, someone (presumed to be Spamton) attempted to impersonate Swatch by mimicking his monochrome suit and colored glasses, in order to obtain something (presumed to be the NEO machine).[11] Additionally, somebody (presumed to be Spamton) attempted to commission Sweet Cap'n Cakes to sneak into the Queen's Mansion (presumably to grant him access to the machine), but they declined;[12] Spamton later convinces Kris to do likewise.

After asking him about friends, he brings up an individual named Mike. When talking about Mike, Spamton tells Kris not to trust what they hear on TV because "THE MAN'S A CRIMINAL."[13] Spamton also exclaims "ARE YOU GETTING ALL THIS [Mike]!?" at the end of his NEO fight if he is defeated violently, implying Mike may have recorded for Spamton in some capacity in the past.[14]

Chapter 2

Normal Route

Spamton is first encountered by Kris in Cyber City, where Kris seemingly disturbs the garbage container in which Spamton is residing. After a short interaction, Spamton engages Kris in combat as he continues attempting to convince them to accept his "deal."

Later, if Spamton was defeated through mercy, he can be seen again in a shop to the left of the Trash Zone. After Kris accepts yet another deal, he tasks Kris with bringing him an Empty Disk located in a basement in the Queen's Mansion. After purchasing a KeyGen from Spamton, Kris can retrieve the EmptyDisk from the machine in the dilapidated basement. Upon returning to Spamton's shop, Spamton proposes his final deal to Kris: transmitting Spamton through the EmptyDisk and returning it to the machine in the basement.

After Kris places the LoadedDisk back into the machine, Spamton transforms into Spamton NEO, much to his delight and excitement, but is horrified to see that his new form is held up by literal puppet strings. He attacks Kris in an attempt to obtain their SOUL, believing that it is the key to earning his "freedom." Before he can, however, Susie and Ralsei enter the room, and Susie interrupts him by using her Rude Buster spell to knock him out of the way, leading Spamton NEO to launch the three into carts, and battle the party for all of their SOULs.

Spamton NEO can be defeated either by fighting or by cutting the wires controlling him. If he is defeated by fighting, he attempts to continue the fight by turning into "Spamton EX," but his gravely damaged body explodes as he attempts to transform. If the party cuts all of his wires until one remains, Spamton NEO realizes that Kris is trying to free him in spite of his efforts to kill them. He dances gleefully and thanks them, asking them to cut the last wire, only for him to helplessly fall to the ground without any strings to hold him up.

No matter the method, once he is defeated, Spamton returns to his normal form and becomes calm and lucid. He laments how he could not become anything more than a puppet, but compliments the party's strength and wishes them well. He then offers himself to the party, transforming into either a Dealmaker (when defeated by cutting his wires) or a Puppet Scarf (when defeated by fighting). Kris also receives a Shadow Crystal.

[estellardreams]

Estelle [Arthmesia] Info Page

Name: Estelle

Gender: Female She/Her

Species: Humanoid (Corrupted)

Universe: UTAU

Personality: Quiet, Intelligent, Secretive, Caring

History: Created due to an accidental negative apple seed lodged in the side of her throat, Estelle was granted much more enhanced magic compared to her previous incarnate by 15%. She used to be a watcher over negative energy with her positive counterpart Nova until a glitch swept the world. She had managed to escape, and after encountering some new beings once she was back in the normal multiverse, headed into the In Between, a space outside of the multiverse's vast universes but still inside the Megaverse bubble, and formed a brand new reality with the cost of locking them inside, just to fix the rest of the world. After a few months, Estelle realized that she could just leave since she eventually gained back her old abilities and managed to break out, soon finding Angeli yet again and teaming up with her to guard the multiverse. During this time, she ventured into some new realities and created the final two members of the Main 6 known as Estellar Dreams and Star.

Hobbies: Drawing, Writing, Training, Exploring

Powers: Tainted absorption magic, with all added abilities from before plus some new ones from other worlds, Multiverse Travel, Immortality

Feats: Has fought off deities and Kaiju monsters, brought an entire universe together to fight an enemy and take them down, survived death numerous times, managed to control ten different abilities at once using her hair and hands (hair can shift into a goop state and transform into tentacles, those of which can form hands on the ends), has won tournaments she had participated in, saved many different universes numerous times

Orientation: Polyromantic/Ace

MBTI: INTP

Enneagram: 9w1

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 6'1''

Favorite Food/Drink: Chocolate Lava Cake, Coffee

Worlds Visited: 7,864 (excluding Angeli, Acolyte, and Amaia's count)

Alternates Count: 502

Some noteworthy ones include Star (StH), Estellar Dreams (MLP), Iolite (SU), and Ayla/Silencer (MHA)

Estelle's hair will often shift into tentacles for easy mobility and use

Estelle is actually really friendly to enemies, having much higher empathetic energy than the rest of the six. Still, Estellar is a close second to that trait.

Estellar is really clever whenever it comes to figuring out how people tick. The moment she does, that information becomes really useful when she either needs to pull someone to her side or just control someone who she's an enemy towards

Estelle does sometimes fuse with other characters, one of the most notable variants that she has managed to accomplish is Stevelle, a fusion between herself and Steven (SU). The result was a very magenta non-binary entity with a pink and purple diamond crushed together, blended with a hint of corruption magic and the fusion was... surprisingly stable. Oftentimes, corruption can break a fusion really quickly, but instead it just influenced a lot of negative energy on the entity.

Estelle's magic had been tweaked numerous times in different realities, the most major changes being Star and Ayla, who both possess corruption but in varying formats.

Despite having the absorption ability, Estelle rarely uses it. Besides, it often strains her body whenever she takes on too much so she prefers to keep her distance.

[derpylittlenico]

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It...depends? Sweet & Spicy? Korean bbq wings. Yes, please. That. Just Spicy? Spicy Miso Ramen, or Thai Curry. The only one that I can't really do is Savory. I'm extremely sensitive to salt.

Last Thing I Googled?

I was double checking the og Buffy series air dates, bc I wanted to check my memory before declaring that yeah, Peter Hale totally would have been the right age demo to be super into it.

Currently Reading?

Endless fic. Nerve pain flare ups in my hands make holding my books unpleasant, sadly. So, I tend to consume fic via primarily podfic. I have too many reccs for this ask, so I'll save that for if anyone asks.

I do read text versions too, but holding my phone can sometimes be a lot when my hands are hurty, so. Before my hands got really bad, though, I was reading my hefty anniversary edition of "American Gods" by Neil Gaiman.

Last Series?

I. Don't want to just say "idk, fic" again, so I'm just gonna use this section to shamelessly recc "The Protector of the Small" series by Tamora Pierce.

Last Movie?

Thor: Love & Thunder.

I was up, wanted to watch something, and am not the type to pan a movie based on movie bros' Strong Opinions tm tm. It was...I mean? Not as good as the last one, but not exactly the world ending failure people were crying about. Christian Bale was a lot, though. A Lot. I'll give them that... they weren't wrong there.

Last Song?

Baby's On Fire (cover) as performed in the movie Velvet Goldmine. It fuckin slaps. It is my entire jam, because I am glam rock trash.

Song Stuck In My Head?

thankfully??? Not a one. I have a brain that hyperfixates. When I let that happen for songs, it will play it on repeat while I'm trying to sleep. So, yeah. I have methods for preventing that.

Something I Want?

For my body to slow its roll on the inflammation train. Ig this is what makes Hashimoto's vs a non autoimmune thyroid disorder ""fun."" When a flare up kicks off, everything goes hog wild. All at once. Like a symphony orchestra of discomfort.

Dream Trip?

Reykjavik, please and thank you. Or the Laplands in Finland. I've been to Bali a few times, and I love it. Costa Rica was beautiful, too. But, like? I just want to be somewhere with polar nights, bc I am weird like that, ig.

Currently Working On?

Self care. I've been doing the caretaker of a caretaker thing for a bit, and my spoons are limited.

Time?

2:38 am (lordT. To bed with me)

So, like. To the tagging others bit...

Sorry babes for being my only tags for a response, but I think everyone else I know has done this or been tagged? No pressure to reply, obvs. I just didn't want to let this die on my doorstep

@ceiaofsilence @worldtravellingfly @laternenfisch

[deathblossomed]

❀࿐ Verse ( Original. Siren. ) - Appearance

Reference images : 01. 02.

Most of the mers appear in a fairly standard form, half human, half fish with variants in color and shape, some based on other species of sea creatures. They are able to take on a human form to navigate dry land but rarely have a reason to do so.

Botan in particular is described as thus

Long tail patterned with light pink scales and light blue and white accents. Wide, flowing caudal fins and a pair of pelvic fins at her hips. Scales taper into skin at the center of the waist, framing higher at her sides and back. Upper half is patterned with patches of pink scales. Webbed fingers and pointed nails. Elongated canine teeth and strong bite force. Face is framed with pink scales along the cheek bones and temple. Long blue hair, waist length. Bright, magenta eyes, rounded pupils in low light/deep water, vertical slits above the surface, light reactive to enhance vision in changing levels. Finned ears that 'perk up' when she's excited or rotate downward when scared or sad. Gills are below her neck, just below the jaw. Sharp senses both below and above the water.

[gloriabomfim]

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo - 30 Facts:

Full name: Master of Catastrophe Ballyhoo, now known as Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo.

First appearance: Mario Party 8 (2007) as MC Ballyhoo, and Freddy Fazbear's Pizza as Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo.

Latest appearance: Mario Party Superstars (cameo) (2021) as MC Ballyhoo, and FNaF World as Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo.

Latest portrayal: Steven Weyte (2007) as MC Ballyhoo, and AI-controlled in-game as Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo.

Personality and speech: Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo retains his energetic and enthusiastic nature, but now with a more menacing and hostile demeanor. His speech remains satirical, but with a twisted and eerie tone, reflecting his decayed state.

Physical appearance: Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo maintains his teal-skinned humanoid form, but now with a decayed and withered appearance. His orange lips are cracked, and his yellow eyes have a haunting gleam.

His once large hot pink tongue is now damaged and torn.

The magenta suit he once wore as MC Ballyhoo is now tattered and worn, with patches of decay and tears. The pink cufflinks and gold-colored trim are now faded and rusted.

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's red bowtie is frayed and worn, matching his overall worn-out appearance.

His white gloves are now covered in dirt and grime, and some of the fingers are torn or missing.

Other information: In FNaF World, Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo and Big Top are depicted as a single spirit, just like in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, but now they have a more menacing role, haunting players during fights.

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's decayed state is a result of severe disrepair and attempted retrofitting, similar to the fate of the other Withered Animatronics in the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location.

Withered Freddy, the older incarnation of Freddy Fazbear, was decommissioned and replaced by Toy Freddy, but now Withered Freddy takes on the persona of MC Ballyhoo.

Withered Bonnie, the older version of Bonnie, is missing his face and continues to make face puns, but now with a more sinister twist to them.

Withered Chica, the older version of Chica, maintains a less-rounded frame, and her awareness of her damage adds to her eerie presence.

Withered Foxy, the older version of Foxy, remains tattered and smarter than other animatronics, but now with a heightened sense of aggression and cunning.

Withered Golden Freddy, an older variant of Golden Freddy, was decommissioned, but now Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo embodies some of Golden Freddy's characteristics, such as the tilting head and a damaged appearance.

Trivia: The term "withered" originated from FNaF World, where the animatronics were initially referred to by the names of their FNaF 1 appearances before becoming "Withered Animatronics."

In FNaF World's game files, they were initially referred to as "Old animatronics," signifying their aged and worn-out state.

The plans to retrofit the Withered Animatronics with newer technology never came to fruition, leaving them in their decayed and haunting form.

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's role as the creator of the Star Carnival is now replaced with a malevolent desire to haunt and torment those who encounter him.

The winners of the main attraction, Star Battles, are now subjected to Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's twisted games instead of receiving a year's supply of Candy.

The once joyful and exciting Star Carnival now exudes an aura of darkness and foreboding, with Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo at its sinister helm.

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's interaction with Bowser has taken a darker turn, with Bowser now fearing and avoiding the malevolent animatronic host.

The "MC" in Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo still stands for "Master of Catastrophe," but now it takes on a more ominous meaning, representing the chaos and terror he brings.

Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo slightly resembles Chuck Quizmo from Paper Mario, but now with a haunting and menacing twist to his appearance.

Despite his decayed state, Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's energy and enthusiasm for his twisted carnival events remain as strong as ever, and he delights in the misery of his victims.

In Mario Party: The Top 100, Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo and Big Top now act as dark and malevolent guides at the corrupted Star Carnival, leading players to their doom.

Names in other languages: Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo's ominous presence extends across languages, with variations of his name embodying fear and dread in each culture.

The Withered Animatronics, including Withered Animatronic!MC Ballyhoo, have become iconic and chilling figures in the FNaF universe, representing the haunting remnants of a once joyful place turned into a nightmarish nightmare.

[elsewhereuniversity]

Why You Should Wear Boots after Picking a Major You Didn’t Want

A university is a place where dreams are thrown away.

Such is the case far too often. It remains Real even between the railroad, highway and train tracks. Even there, people interrogate themselves: ‘This is your dream, but is it realistic? How much is the starting salary? Look at your classmates, elegantly breezing over what you clawed through, tooth and nail. Look at your competitors––’

So many choose to drown their dreams themselves… even though, at Elsewhere University, the dead do not rest quietly. The Wild Hunt is proof of that. Yes, that Wild Hunt, which rides across campus when the fog rolls in. We all know the versions in which they hunt for students unlucky (or unbelieving) enough to be outside when the hounds begin baying. Stay inside, stay quiet, and you’ll be all the better for it, if they ignore you.

What about the other versions, though? What about the versions in which it is best to open your windows and howl back? There are tales like that, too––

Sometimes, those brave enough to shout along with the Wild Hunt will be rewarded with a share of prey or gold. Those kind enough to repair a lost hunter’s sled soon discover this to be the right choice, for upon closer inspection, the hounds are not just hounds. Their bones are laden heavy with wrath.

And sometimes, villagers tell tales of a cloaked rider on a white horse. Horseshoes spark against the night breeze. He will ask you to play an impossible game of tug-of-war. If you are wise, you will tie the other end of the rope to a sturdy oak. The leader of the Hunt likes clever little things. He might even drop a reward in your boot.

Perhaps this is why you see students wearing boots for a while after they declare their majors. Even Magenta (who got her name from always wearing high-heeled loafers of that particular shade) and Ma-Boi-Blanche (who has 17 pairs of white sneakers) wore boots back then. Rumor has it, according to a friend of a roommate of a Forbidden Major, that this footwear will help you abandon your misery.

When the Wild Hunt rides as a group, they come to condemn. The RAs are not wrong in telling you to run for safety when the fog descends.

On the other hand, when the leader of the Hunt appears alone, he comes to test. In this more benign (but not safe, never safe) form, 4% meet a bedraggled man, 2% a king of old, 3% a specimen of demon (the Christian subspecies), 6% a harlequin, and 5% a sledder with a thick Mecklenburg accent.

84% of those who have survived the encounter say that the leader of the Hunt wears a cloak and a wide hat that partially hides his eyes (one of which is duller than the other). He gallops in on a splendid white horse.

95% of those who survived the encounter were wearing boots (one of them was wearing spatterdashes over court shoes, but eh, close enough).

100% of the survivors say that you must be ready to be tested. Be kind, clever, daring. If you are all that––and wary, wise, lucky too––the leader of the Hunt will let you go and stuff something in your boot. A post-it, on which is written the major that they chose, yet hated with every fibre of their being.

Now, put the boot back on and walk. It may be a bit awkward to walk around, what with the paper writhing under your feet, but do so anyway. Every student who has tried it reports that when they got back to their dorms, the paper had vanished from beneath their soles. In its place, they had gained a floating sensation, grafted in their bones.

By the end of the year, Ma-Boi-Blanche and Professor Redd were chattering away like old friends. The Professor had to admit that his student wasn’t very good at dissections, but there was an unmistakable passion for anatomy in his eyes, and he would improve soon. (Very soon, especially with Professor Redd’s talent of acquiring practice bodies, his jaunty hat growing redder with every new specimen.)

On the other side of campus, the law majors learned to listen for the click-clack of high-heeled loafers. Woe betide the unlucky people who faced off against Magenta, who suddenly threw herself into mock trials with gusto. Her opponents gained a Pavlovian fear response to seeing any shade of pink.

This did not go ignored. The Involved went up to the two, in order to warn them.

“The Gentry do not offer things for free,” they said. “And intelligence isn’t cheap. What in Morganwode did you pay?”

To which the ones who met the Huntsman merely laughed, because they weren’t any smarter. The only difference was that now, they were interested in the subjects they found so odious before.

In the old tales, a satisfied rider of the Wild Hunt will reward a human with meat. The person will walk back home in the dark, one shoe on and one shoe off, the boot growing heavier with every step. Once home, they will see that the raw, bloody meat has transformed into gold.

There are a few who still receive this, not always in the payment of gold, but in blessings. (Childe House’s oldest RA is one of them, which explains why the once-every-305-days evacuation has a 100% success rate, even when half a dozen residents don’t understand what a “mandatory house meeting” or a “fire drill” is.)

  Which begs the question: why does the leader of the Hunt help so many?

Rewards are meant to be given to the exceptional few. Yet the unhappy are not part of these few. Given the number of students with newfound rapture in their eyes, one does not need to be exceptionally kind, clever, or daring to transfer their passions. Just wary, wise, and lucky are enough.

When asked, the leader of the Wild Hunt proclaimed that such a spell is child’s play. We’ve already provided the ingredients: two subjects and a passion. The price is low because all he needs to do is to sever the interest from one subject, then attach it to another. Simple work, he said. He would never think of charging so much for something he could do before breakfast. It is not befitting a warrior. Think of it as a favour from a father to his children, he said, then laughs as if there is a joke here that no one else understands.

There are more people who understand than he might think, for the more competent members of the Forbidden Major have another theory. Anyone with passing knowledge of folklore would be able to recognize this person at a glance, they say (quietly, and never to the Huntsman’s face). He is the amalgamation of ghost, fae and old god.

The first rider of the Wild Hunt might be, depending on the amount of fertilizer on the campus lawn and the moon phase, the oldest warrior poet. There are less battlefields for him to watch over now, but still he is song and madness. Still, he is overcome with fury when he sees yet another soldier buckle before the fight has begun.

This child would have made a fine skald. That child could have become a brilliant shield-maiden. This one had the makings of a king, yet they chose to push these futures away, he said through clenched teeth. These children began to think there was nothing left. They started to look at the pond and that single eighth-floor window which could open all the way.

This is not a battlefield, but… to give up before the horn sounds, under his watch?

Unforgivable, he said, with an unblinking smile, all teeth and lone glittering eye. To despair is to slander my hundred names.

So the leader of the Hunt casts a few spells here, a little trickery there, and coaxes the bright frenzy back in their eyes, or so the Forbidden Majors whisper. The price is only low because of who and why he is. He helps them so they can die more valiantly, another day.

  Think of it as a favour from a father to his children, he says, then laughs as if there is a joke here that no one else understands. This is despite the fact that half the Forbidden Majors and a fifth of the Literature Majors know who he is.

(Not that they would reveal that, ever. The all-father’s wrath is a terrible thing.)

  Addendum:

Statistics unavailable for those who encountered the Wild Hunt’s leader alone, while not wearing boots. Mythological references, as well as the Sword-House valet’s intuition, imply it is better not to know.

[Author’s Note]

I did not intend “Why You Should Wear Boots after Picking a Major You Didn’t Want” to be so long. Do pardon me.

There is much debate over the identity of the Wild Hunt’s leader. My personal favourite theory is that the leader is Odin, or some variant of him, which this submission is based on. Still, I couldn’t resist hinting at the others:

“Bedraggled man” = multiple stories, in which the Hunt’s leader is any hunter who preferred hunting to going to church, or else slandered a certain god

“King of old” = Arawn

“Harlequin” = in Vitalis’ Ecclesiastical History Vol. 2 (1140), Hellequin/Herlequin is the herald of a Wild- Hunt-esque procession of tortured souls. There is also King Herla.

“Sledder with a thick Mecklenburg accent” = Frau Gauden

-Louis

[savage-rhi]

[erokoric]

🏹 )) TWINK FLAG ...

🌀#! A twink is a young looking, hairless [mlm/nlm], who are often feminine and reject typical masculinity associated with men. The twink label did not originate as part of a sub-culture, but is instead a descriptive term for gay men who break with traditional gender norms and embody a particular subset of presentation, but it has slowly become a part of a sub-culture for many people. Some definitions include being skinny, however we personally do not see that as important (theres also fat specific twink labels, like cat).

🧷#! The color meanings of this flag are (in order): Dark pink/Magenta stripe is for love and acceptance, the salmon stripe is for positivity, the yellow stripe is for joy, the white stripe is for nonbinary, gender nonconforming, trans men, and other gender variant mlm/nlm people, and all three blue and greens represent gay men.

📘#! Flag made by mod abyssal.

!! Please keep in mind, everyone who identifies as twink can use this flag however, twink is a label for mlm/nlm people, and if you’re going to use it as a non-mlm/nlm, please understand its history and historic usage.

[witching-hourglass]

wait. yknow shoelace code.

apparently the cia used different methods of tying their shoes to confer different messages during the cold war

so i had a thought-

that. but queer.

(putting a readmore here because it’s rather long but please look at it i spent my entire day on this lmao)

gender

right shoe=how you identify

left shoe=who you are attracted to (can be romantic, sexual, or anything else)

Man = Ladder (1st row right)

Nonbinary = Sawtooth (3rd row left)

Woman = Twistie (5th row left)

Man and Nonbinary = Double Back (2nd row right)

Man and Woman = Bushwalk (3rd row right)

Woman and Nonbinary = Hash (5th row right)

Nonbinary, Woman, and Man = Display (4th row left)

None = Lattice (7th row right)

Prefer not to label/Questioning = Riding Bow (6th row left)

Fluid = Zipper (1st row left)

Xenogender = Loop Back (2nd row left)

Masc = Checkerboard (7th row left)

Femme = Hidden Knot (6th row right)

Neutral = Footbag (4th row right)

So, for example:

a xenogender person attracted to masculinity in any gender would wear loop back laces on the right and checkerboard laces on the left

a genderfluid abroromantic would wear two zipper laces or could switch their laces to match their identity

an agender aromantic would wear two lattice laces

A pangender pansexual would wear two display laces

a straight male ally would wear ladder laces on the right and twistie laces on the left

A gay man would wear two ladder laces

A demigirl attracted to men would wear hash laces on the right and ladder laces on the left

A straight trans woman would wear twistie laces on the right and ladder on the left

A demiboy asexual would wear double back laces on the right and lattice laces on the left

a bigender bisexual would wear two bushwalk laces

a nonbinary trixic would wear sawtooth laces on the right and twistie laces on the left

etc

pronouns

but thats not all. colors also could mean pronouns, with preference on the right and auxiliary on the left (only if a person is wearing laces like above, though, and always ask first)

all pronouns = white

other/ask = grey

no pronouns = black

all neopronouns = light grey

name = off-white

he/him/his/his/himself = dark brown

she/her/her/hers/herself = tan

they/them/their/theirs/themself = brown

it/it/its/its/itself = dark grey

xe/xem/xyr/xyrs/xemself (and variants) = red

ze/hir/hir/hirs/hirself (and variants) = orange

thon/thon/thons/thons/thonself = yellow

one/one/one’s/one’s/oneself = green

ae/aer/aer/aers/aerself = teal

e/em/eir/eirs/eirself (and variants) = blue

per/per/pers/pers/perself = purple

ve/ver/vis/vis/verself (and variants) = magenta

fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself = pink

so for example:

someone who only uses they/them would have two brown laces

someone who prefers fae/faer but will answer to they/them would have pink laces on the right and brown on the left

someone who uses she/they would use one tan lace and one brown lace

how to use

so to tell if someone did this intentionally, you can say, “i like your shoelaces” and they should respond, “thanks, i learned how to do them like this on tumblr”

if you wanna memorize the meanings, ima make a quizlet and post the link in my reblogs sometime soon.

important note:

ladder laces on black boots already have meanings and some of them are bad so uh.

if you have black doc martens boots, don’t use red laces (nazi symbol) or white laces (white supremacist symbol). in addition blue laces mean you’ve killed a police officer, orange laces mean you’re into SHARP (skinheads against racial prejudice), yellow means you’re anti-racist, and purple means gay pride.

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Two fan-made Pokemon based on an official Pokemon, Sableye, and the Flatwoods Monster cryptid. 

The first Pokemon is a rock/psychic variant of the Pokemon Sableye. It has its same iconic gremlin-like body shape with a large head that has spiky ear-like ridges on the sides, long claws, and a mouth full of pointy teeth. Where the official Sableye's body would be purple, this one's is a tan brown, and in place of blue jewel eyes and a red chest jewel it has large deposits of bright pink agate rock. Tan text outlined in magenta to the right of the image reads "Sableye - Cantessy Regional Variant".

The second Pokemon is a stone humanoid covered in green and pink agate, resembling the Flatwoods Monster cryptid. It has a brown spherical head with large pink agate eyes and a sinister grin of pointed teeth, a brown-lined slab of green agate attached to the back of its head in a spade shape, a brown body resembling a long coat, green agate at the wrists of its long arms transitioning into three pink agate claws, pink and green agate stump-feet, and a large green, orange, and pink agate deposit on its chest. Tan text outlined in magenta to the right of the image reads "Malevoleye".

End ID.]

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Sableye (Cantessian regional variant) - Agate Pokemon - rock/psychic They live in and around caves where agate deposits are found, eating those deposits to gain psychic power that will aid in evolution. Unlike those naturalized to Hoenn, the native Sableye are quite content to be out in the sunlight. / The agate stones they eat help to heighten their mental capacity, allowing them to harness psychokinesis. They’re more prone to using this ability to cause mischief than anything else.

Malevoleye - Distortion Pokemon - rock/psychic Malevoleye are known to torment people who wander into their territory without permission, confusing them with strange lights and the appearance of a pungent mist. If not scared off by these actions, they are not opposed to using their psychic energy to destroy the interloper’s mind. / They are often associated with extraterrestrials due to their bizarre appearance. Malevoleye’s psychic energy is so strong that it distorts the area around it whether it is meaning to or not, though it will often take advantage of this to confuse and torment foes.

More Cantessy Fakemon with another regional variant and regional evolution! So I figured a good source of inspiration for regionally appropriate Fakemon beyond just animals and plants would be cryptids and urban legends from around the area. And it turns out, funnily enough, that the most prominent Kentucky cryptid already had a Pokemon based on it! Ever heard of the Hopkinsville Goblins, or the Kelly-Hopkinsville Encounter? It's pretty much the reason the whole "little green men" thing is a Thing, and the titular "goblins" that supposedly terrorized a household in Christian County, Kentucky would later become the inspiration for our favorite spooky ghosty gem-eater. So I brought Sableye home. That's right, I'm going the Zigzagoon route and saying that my regional variant is the original Sableye, a rock/psychic type that subsisted on mostly agate deposits that boosts its psychic power. The ones that are found in Hoenn and other regions became ghost/dark due to having to delve deeper into caves for similarly sufficient nutrients. Why are their agate deposits this bright pink though? Purely nostalgia. I have--or at least used to have--an agate slice as a souvenir from Big Bone Lick (the place where them mastodon bones were found, if you remember from me mentioning it in Hedeomadon's deets) and it's bright pink. For all I know it could've been dyed in some way, but it still means a lot to me.

And that agate slice provides great inspiration for a new evolution stone, the Vibe Stone! And with a vibe stone, you can evolve Sableye into the regional evolution Malevoleye! Obviously for Malevoleye I wanted to go a bit more sinister. There isn't a Flatwoods Monster Pokemon despite the Flatwoods Monster being pretty popular in Japan, so I took it upon myself to turn one cryptid into another, and I think this was part of what led me to expanding the region's inspiration from just Kentucky and Tennessee to the whole of the Appalachian mountains. I added the green parts because, despite my initial examples all being brown, the Flatwoods Monster is often said to be mostly green, and of course keeping that pink from Sableye and also because the green and pink work like watermelon colors and I love watermelon colors :D (and if you're seeing this in October 2021, now you know what my icon has been all month--it's Malevoleye in its shiny colors :3c )

Also, we have our first hypothetical version exclusive! Cantessian Sableye would only be able to be encountered in the wild if the player is playing Plow Version. Circuit Version players would find something else interesting in roughly the same area, and I hope you like that when I get to share it, it's very cute and much like Sableye, it's also a familiar face with a twist ;3

Reminder that if anyone wants to suggest moves for any Cantessy Fakemon to learn and some physical stats where I haven’t yet figured them out, feel free to throw ‘em at me :3 Links to their info pages will be provided in the replies!

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Sableye (Hoennian variant) and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Cantessian Sableye, Malevoleye, the Cantessy region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[ivywing]

Rating pride flags based purely on aesthetics

Note: this is not about how valid an identity is (you’ll see that when I get to one of my own flags) but rather on how pretty I, personally, find the flag. Please don’t take it too seriously.

Default Pride Flag

Ah yes, the “default” pride flag. The colors aren’t too garish, each leads right into the other. My only complaint is that it’s slightly boring.

7/10 still a solid good choice

Philly Pride Flag

And the Philly variant! I appreciate the acknowledgement of the long history of black and brown people in the LGBT community. Honestly it just feels like an upgrade on the default.

8/10 very nice!

Original Pride Flag (Gilbert Baker)

And the original! Honestly, despite the more colors (which I love!) just putting hot pink above red feels like a downgrade- the contrast is too strong. Putting it under the violet would make more sense to me. Do not lecture me about the history of it, I am stupid and it will not stick.

6/10 still good

Bisexual Flag

The Bisexual flag... while I love the colors (especially the muted magenta, much nicer than hot pink), the purple stripe is way too narrow and it throws off the entire balance of the flag. Still, the colors are just muted enough to make it stand out, and it is very nice (most pride flags are).

8/10 more subtle than most but it works

Redesigned Lesbian Flag (7 Stripes Variant)

Lesbian flag my beloved... I went back and forth on whether to use the old one or the new one, but I prefer the new one because it looks like a sunset. My only complaint is that the first two shades of pink aren’t distinct enough from each other.

9/10 its so pretty

Original/Lipstick Lesbian Pride Flag

You fools I lied to you! I put both in here! Honestly I really like this one too, even if its creator was kind of a piece of shit, but it doesn’t have that soft pumpkin color that my preferred lesbian flag does, so it gets points off for that

8/10 still pretty

Transgender Flag

Trans flag time! Honestly this is one of my favorites, what with the pastels and the white stripe tying it all together. Plus those people throwing gender reveal parties always end up making their cakes transgender, which is funny.

10/10 reminds me of a candy store

Nonbinary Flag

Hell yeah babey! Love the yellow and purple coming together, looks like royalty. One big complaint I do have is that the colors don’t mirror each other- I feel like the white and black should be in the center, while the yellow and purple are the borders, but that’s just me and my need for symmetry.

8/10 go off my liege (or however that quote goes)

Pansexual Flag

Honestly I get big summer vibes from this one, and I am here for it. The magenta-cyan-gold combo isn’t seen elsewhere, and it really works here.

8/10 it pops

Polysexual Flag

Ehh... one of the few pride flags I honestly don’t really care for. Honestly I think it has to do with the contrast between the pea-green and the magenta. It’s like, go intense or go muted, but don’t do both?

5/10 it’s just okay

Asexual Flag

@some-dragon-bastard​ it’s you. I honestly love the silver, you don’t really see that much elsewhere, and the darker shade of purple works with the more monochrome color pallet going on here. It has a sort of regal vibe to it, which contrasts the feral attitude of every asexual person I know.

9/10 pretty...

Aromantic Flag

Honestly I love this one! The mint green combined with the clover contrasts the black-silver-white combo to create a flag that gives a softer, more pastel vibe. I love it, it looks like a misty field to me, and I have no complaints with it.

10/10 absolutely gorgeous

Demisexual Flag

I... don’t know how to feel about this one, and not for the reason you think. While the triangle serves to give the flag a unique outline, I’m always a little wary of triangles being used in pride flags for fairly obvious reasons. Plus, the purple stripe is too thin in comparison to the others.

6/10 nice but there’s room for improvement

Demiromantic Flag

Same as before, except this time it’s missing the mint green stripe that I loved from the aromantic flag. It’s good, I just miss the mint.

6/10 mint green is pretty and it needs to show up more

Demigender Flag

I have nothing bad to say about this, but I don’t have anything extraordinary to say about it either. The soft yellow mixed with grays and whites is good. It looks good. That’s it.

8/10 good

Demigirl Flag

Same as before. I do think the pink is a tad too intense, but that’s about it.

7.5/10 also good

Demiboy Flag

See above. They’re all just generically solid choices with nothing all that special about them.

8/10

Intersex Flag

This one is really unique with the purple ring, which makes sense. My only complaint is that the contrast between the gold and purple is a bit too strong, but that’s it.

8/10 it looks like a basketball hoop

Genderqueer Flag

This one is really pretty and I like it. The soft violet mixed with the muted olive really give off the impression that this isn’t meant to fall into any one boundary, which makes sense. Plus it reminds me of my grandmother’s living room.

9/10 pretty

Polyamourous Flag

... no. No. I’m sorry, but no. This flag is an eyesore and we all know it. The intense blue and red put together with black and gold, nothing softer to break up the contrast, just- no. What’s the point of having multiple partners if we can’t all put our heads together and come up with something that doesn’t make me want to burn my own flag?

2/10 needs a redesign stat

You know what? We’re going to indulge in my absolute favorite one for some cleansing.

Abrosexual Flag

Abrosexual my beloved!!! It looks like a watermelon. It’s beautiful. I love it. Breathe it in.

12/10 watermelon :)

Agender Flag

Thank you mint green! This isn’t my favorite, but it is up there. It’s just a solid good choice.

8/10 i like pastel greens

Genderfluid Flag

Before I discovered that abrosexual was a thing, this was my favorite pride flag. I love the colors, I love the layout, I love everything about it.

11/10 is pretty

Gay (Masculine) Flag

Only found out about this one recently (for masc gay specifically) and I absolutely love it. It looks like if sea glass were a pride flag. My only complaint is that there isn’t enough green, but that’s a minor thing.

9.5/10 Go and slay boys, you my fave boys

[seasonal-obsession]

Sunshine on a rainy day

I wrote this ficlet as my small contribution for the @softaragonweek, for the soft Aragon and Howard day. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: Catalina is soft underneath her strong dignified persona, Katherine is onto her.

Can be read on AO3 or down bellow

Catalina Aragon was a morning person. She woke up around six am no matter what day of the week it was, no alarm clock needed. She’d wait until the sleep’s daze had worn off while reading the daily bible verse on her phone, and then she would head downstairs to make some coffee. Putting on her beige fleece bathrobe on top of her cotton pajamas and stepping into her fluffy slippers, she leaves her room. She’s careful not to make too much noise so she doesn’t wake up the other queens as she passes their bedroom doors on her way to the kitchen.

Catalina clicked her tongue when she found the coffee pot already half full; Cathy must’ve made some in the middle of the night, once again staying awake until ungodly hours working on projects. She’ll bring it up later, or else they are going to end up having another intervention because that girl is so over-caffeinated she’s literally jittering.

She leaves the coffee to heat up and goes to the doorway to pick up today’s paper. Yes, she knows she could read the news online or listen to them on the telly and save a lot of money while at it, but it’s not the same thing. It’s just a quaint detail on her morning routine, but she thoroughly enjoys flipping the pages of the newspaper. Perhaps it's because there's a nostalgic part of her longs for the days when the news travelled only by letters rather than all the colourful variants now available.

Not long after Catalina has settled in the living rooms' armchair, coffee mug and newspaper in hand, Katherine Howard comes trotting down the stairs. She's already dressed in her baby pink sweats, hair up in her signature ponytail.

"Hi", Kitty smiles brightly and waves at her in greeting, as she sits down on the last steps of the stair to put on her running shoes.

"Good morning", she answers mildly.

Catherine doesn't know how the other girl always looks so chipper and wide-awake despite the early hour. It takes her a lot longer to fully wake up so she can't imagine jumping out of bed and going out for a morning run like Kitty does every day.

"Sky looked pretty grey outside", Cata mentions offhandedly

"Yeah, I'm hoping to beat the rain", as if on cue the sound of the drizzle hitting the pavement follows shortly after, Kitty stops herself on her way to the door and stares out of the window in disappointment, "...damn."

"Maybe it'll stop soon—", Catalina's encouraging words are cut short by the thunder's roar. All of a sudden, the wind starts blowing stronger and the rain thickens, "...or not."

"Great", Katherine sighs and sits on the couch deflated, "there's no way I'm going back to sleep now."

Catalina hums sympathetically, "there's some coffee left if you want any."

"Thanks, but I can't stomach anything right after I wake up."

Oh, that explains why she always waits to have breakfast with the others even though she's been up for a long while. They both keep quiet for some time, Catalina goes back to reading the paper, though she's almost done with the news (which are her favourite section), and Katherine flicks at her phone-screen absentmindedly tapping her foot on the floor.

"Well, I guess I could use the time to do my nails", she says after eyeing her hands with consideration.

Cata amusedly watches her dash back upstairs, perkiness restored. She almost snorts when the girl reappears in the living room only a few seconds later, carrying a toiletry bag, a handful of cotton and a bottle of nail polish remover. Kitty's practically overflowing with energy there's no doubt she and Anne are related.

When Katherine lays down her stuff on the coffee table next to Aragon's newspaper, she notices the folds on the corners of some pages, "I've always thought it was Cathy that did that."

"What?" Catalina asked skimming through the sports section.

"Folding the corner of the paper" Kitty points out, "I thought it was Cathy bookmarking some article to write about later."

"Oh no, it's just me", Cata tells her somewhat surprised someone had noticed her little habit.

"What's it for?"

"It's silly, really", she answers dismissively leaving the sports and entertainment section on the coffee table, as she moved onto the travel one, "There are so many terrible or... discouraging news, so whenever I see a positive one I mark them down. To remind me that there's still a lot of good things going on the world although many may go unnoticed, that there's still a little light into the dark."

"That's... really nice", Kathrine comments pausing to look at her, still holding the two shades of pink nail polish she was debating between in her hands, "You're nice."

"What?" Catalina asks when she notices the other girl has been staring at her in amazement.

"You are!" Kitty emphasizes excitedly, "You're nice. I mean, I already knew that duh! But you always seemed kinda aloof with the whole strong, dignified persona. It's kinda weird hearing you admit you have mushy feelings, good weird!"

"I'm...", Catalina coughs and covers her rapidly blushing face with the newspaper, "you should pick the sparkly magenta one, it goes nicely with your costume, so you won't have to take it off tomorrow night."

Smiling like someone who has just learnt a secret, Katherine puts the light pink nail-polish back inside her toiletry bag as she swiftly changes the subject, "can you see whats the price of a flight to the States in there? I've been trying to convince our manager to expand our tour forever, and they keep saying it's way over our budget. It doesn't have to be New York, what about Chicago?"