#only took me a century

[fracturedmemoria]

Nobori was... weird.

He said a lot of things that Seki couldn't really wrap his head around - especially when it came to Pokemon. He really wasn't sure what to make of that if he was being honest with himself.

Seki made a noise of uncertainty, muttering under his breath a confused, "Type...commonalities...? What's that mean? Wouldn't a Showers be worse up there where it's cold?" All that went right over Seki's head. He understood the basics of Pokemon - some were stronger than others against others, but... wouldn't water be worse in the tundra?

What a strange guy.

But he seemed pretty knowledgeable... or maybe he was just talking out of his ass. Seki really wasn't sure which it was considering how earnestly Nobori spoke. He didn't just want to blindly listen to him after all, no matter how much Seki enjoyed his company and conversation. That was just commonsense.

Oh well... it isn't like anything Tsubaki says makes sense. I can just nod and pretend I understand like I do with him.

"My Pokemon have plenty of opinions about what I can do... but I'm not going to just sit here on my hands and let you do all the work." Seki huffed as he pushed himself to his feet, his Pokemon not chasing after him. He could handle making a campfire, they had plenty of debris and branches from their cleanup to raid for it, and it helped lessen their load when it came to dispose of it.

He was in the middle of striking the flint and steel, sparks flying and dry leaves and thin shavings of wood catching and curling as glowing crimson kissed the edges when there was a rush of wind and something large landed on Nobori. For a moment, his heart stopped.

Seki's Pokemon, once relaxing and nearly dozing off despite Seki's moving of them, bolted upright and Seki fumbled the flint and steel. "Nobori--" He stood, his Pokemon crowding around him with their ears pinned back and the fur on their backs bristled in an attempt to make themselves look bigger than they were.

The Glion was big and dangerous -- at least, that was the initial assessment until they all realized how affectionate it seemed to be. Nobori wasn't frightened, but fond, and Seki's arms fell limply to his sides, shoulders sagging. His Pokemon, seeing his distress change to confusion, eased up their own tension as well, watching Glion warily.

"Wha--" Seki rubbed a palm to his eyes, squinting. "That's your companion?" He asked, disbelief tinting his words. "Nobori, you are..." He floundered for the words, uncertain of how to best describe the man.

Terrifying? Amazing?

How did one describe someone who could so easily tame something like a Glion? He had so many strong Pokemon, and he was starting to wonder only now what kind of draw he had that these Pokemon could trust and listen to him so easily?

"Fascinating." He finally found the word. He stayed where he was, the fire slowly crackling to life as a breeze blew life into the small embers that had caught in the pile of leaf litter that acted as kindling for their campfire. He eyed the Glion warily, a hand curling at his throat in a nervous gesture. "You're something else." The words are accompanied by a light laugh, though he isn't even sure if it's a nervous laugh or a delighted one.

"I see. My younger si— or, ah… lea… the.. hm." He stumbles quite badly in the middle of his thought, coming to a full stop in the middle of rooting through everything he had brought along. It's difficult enough trying to refer to Kai in the midst of the clan— guessing how to talk about her to someone beyond it suddenly seems so much worse. Seki himself didn't seem as though he'd have too many issues to the point either way, but saying the wrong thing wears slightly at the edges of his nerves.

"…There's this young miss I attend to," Nobori finally settles on. Neutral and vague enough, disregarding the topic itself. "She's recently evolved a Glacia of her own. They make quite wonderful and loyal companions, if one can reach beyond their skittish nature. They hatched an egg, I believe." Seki's comment regarding his sister certainly piques Nobori's attention beyond the meandering lines of his own words. The method of acquisition was some sort of tradition around Kai's status as the head's daughter and sole child, though he couldn't say he's privy to the details.

"Though, I don't suppose I'd be inclined towards Glacia myself. I was quite surprised, really— a Showers would have done quite well in the Tundra, what with the matchup with type commonalities, and…" Nobori runs his mouth as he picks out a fair heft of wrapped meat nestled in a small pocket of eternal ice. Not great for long-term storage solutions, but just fine considering; it's only been a day or so, after all. He really ought to set up the tent, too…

"Ah, pardon me. I suppose all of that is to say that I'm quite glad to see it!" He really, truly is, above all else. Nobori supposes it'd only make sense to have sent a clan member with a team of their own in the interest of self-defense, but… it just settles him in a way he's not entirely sure how to describe. "Your sister found them, you said?" He prompts in turn, a curious eye cast towards his temporary companion's side. "I'd suppose you're welcome to start the campfire— though, I would listen to your partners if they've an opinion on that, Seki." He'd certainly seen the way they nipped and chased the other man by the feet to herd him into resting. Perhaps they're just an overcautious lot, but— well, it'd been quite a full day, and he still seems… a touch red in the face.

…No reason to be wary. Nobori evenly returns Seki's gaze as their words settle in the air, a low hum in the back of his throat. He ought to be sending for Goriky, anyways. "Very well then… one moment, if you will!"

Nobori trills out a short whistle through his teeth, already shifting to brace himself against the side of a nearby pillar. It only takes a moment for his ears to catch the edge of that telltale rush of wind along the edges of the sky, a dark snap of teeth and leather.

The cold stone digs into the meat of his hand as he tries to stay upright underneath the impact, an overexcited pair of claws slung about his neck. Glion always gets awfully overexcited after spending an entire day out of petting range of Nobori— he's long since learned to anticipate the pokémon's antics. His companion is intelligent enough to understand when it isn't time to be playing, after all— He is hardly going to begrudge the little thing for a bit of fun.

…or, the big thing, perhaps. Glion has long since grown out of fitting in the inner pockets of his coat, begging for scraps of berries and treats. Hot breath gusts over the back of his neck in stark contrast, a chittering squall ringing in the cup of his ear. There's an affectionate tail curling around his ankle, needle-tip stinger bumping against the fabric of his shoes. Nobori offers the pokémon a few sparing pats around the beginnings of dinner in his hands, the pot he intends to actually use still full of other supplies by his feet.

"Yes, yes, I know—"

[luinen-bluewater]

I think he's very brave.

[non-un-topo]

To the next adventure...

Image description and details under cut

I.D.

[A drawing of Nicky, Joe, Quynh, and Andy from The Old Guard. They are all in profile, walking in a straight line facing the sun. They are dressed in medieval clothing and armour, and each carry their own weapons and bags. Nicky has his sword, a crossbow, a quiver of bolts, a dagger at his belt and another strapped to his ankle. Joe is holding his sword, a bag, and a coin purse. Quynh's bow is over her back, and her quiver is at her hip. Two daggers are strapped to her belt, one of them matching Nicky's. Andy is holding her axe, two bags, and a dagger. They each have serene expressions and closed eyes, as if they're not in a hurry. In the background, the seasons change from winter to spring, summer, fall. There is an old tree behind them, and its branches change with the seasons.]

[pencildragons]

i started intermezzo and had all my Theories about s5 but absolutely NOTHING couldve prepared me for fucking 13th century england

[imerian]

Aaaaand i decided to post more of my f1 crafts here so here landoscar edition (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Onse again photo without doodles under cut and some rambling in tags

[star4daisy]

too tired to post about it properly but new chapter of daylight yay celebrate with me I managed to get both reg and barty tied up in one chapter lmao a new record I'm sure

[poepill]

happy belated valentines day quodo upon thee! originally posted on ao3 for the quodo minifest, this was my valentines for @chacusha, who organized the event! i had a ton of fun drawing them and im definitely looking forward to next year <333

+ bonus art based on the comic by Kate Beaton, Javert is in Slash Fiction:

[firestorm09890]

I used to think Xigbar’s title was lame as hell until I learned that it’s actually a sick reference and now it’s one of my favorites.

The Freeshooter in English and Magic Bullet Shooter in Japanese, both are direct references to the figure called Freischütz from German folklore. He received a certain number of magical bullets from the Devil that would hit any target he desired without fail. Fitting for Xigbar, considering the space manipulation thing. However, he would only be able to control the first 6 bullets; the 7th would be directed by the Devil himself, and would certainly hit someone the Freeshooter cared about.

I doubt Xigbar being Luxu was planned far enough in advance for it to be intentional, but... it’s easy to see the Master of Masters as a sort of devil figure, isn’t it?

[scrapironflotilla]

"Cartooons says america bad therefore we need over throw the government and kill people."

omg thank you so much. this is the first anon hate i've ever gotten and it means so much to me. it's a little low effort but i appreciate the multiple messages.

i might print it out and frame it

[majouartings]

PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE ZELDA *inhale* PLAYABLE ZELDA PLAYABLE Z

[phobos-godofchaos]

*Letters arrive for: @abe-the-detective-blog @the-best-ads-worker one particular letter flys out of a wormhole and smacks (shadow personally delivered that one)@rose-vines-filled-trones in the face, one also arrives for @murder-iplier and @benjamin-wkm and @the-god-of-night @god-of-charm-kollok and all the other gods as well, they all read the same*

Greetings friend

You have been invited to a great celebration! Humanity has avoided extinction.

(Which was somewhat almost our fault…. I don’t know why I put that in T-T ignore it please!!)

Anyway! Because humanity has survived and so have us gods! So please let’s all celebrate our victory.

You may bring your partner(s) as well as friends if you like.

Sincerely the god of chaos~

[supercantaloupe]

embarrassing being the teacher's pet musicology student in the music history class answering half the questions posed in the lecture while nearly everyone else stays silent and asking multiple questions of my own to which the professor responds "i don't know the answer to that, that's a really good question"

[valend]

When the museum has 18th-19th century dresses

[nerice]

honest to god i'll break your heart, tear you to pieces and rip you apart⸻

[quetiapinnapark]

im so anxious and weird about life these days but like, have i considered i will be near THE SEA in a month?

[yakny]

ARE YOU READY TO LET YOUR HEART REST AMONGST THE EVERLASTING, MY LITTLE CHAMPIÑON FRIEND?