#resh rambles again

[p-wrryyy-mordial-soup]

Battering Lento enrichment!!! FOOBAL!!!

[lightkidshenannies]

I like to think that prince alef was allowed to decorate and accessorize as he wished, to distinguish himself in whatever way he pleased. and after going through the trials, his appearance was quickly controlled - he's The Chosen One, after all, they have to Maintain His Image. and after Ascending as King Resh he has (gradually) lost all sense of his former identity, so his appearance, while regal, is sort of bland and blank. like an automaton - a semi-impersonal extension of The State

[skykidsam]

Shard Memory: Shattering (and lots of unhinged rambling about lore implications)

Long read ahead - some Sky: The Two Embers spoilers in the block of text toward the end.

I really wanted to get more shots but I literally clipped into Tsadi's cape and couldn't escape ;-;

Anyway, here we go:

From left to right: Sa, Mekh, Lamed, Teth, Daleth, Tsadi (barely visible in the darkness on the bottom right), Ayin, and floating in the center above everyone else and directly above the shattering stone, the upside-down mask and fading silhouette of King Resh.

I got this closer shot of the mask. I should have gotten a screenshot while I was actually on it because the details don't translate from far away. The best description I can give is this: it seemed like mostly just the mask, no real substance to the head or body; the mask was two stars stacked on top of one another, the bigger being a four-pointed star with the longest point being the top (but in this case, with it being upside-down, the bottom), and the smaller star having many more points and resting directly on top of the bigger star. And in the eye of both stars is a single spot (a diamond, if I remember correctly), that looks like a small darkstone.

I find it really interesting that all of the elders were present for the Shattering. I can only assume they were there to stop it - but I wonder how much they were aware of. Darkness was already spreading through the realms for some time. The King had been corrupted. Was the Storm on the horizon? Was the stone already glowing red and showing its cracks? Could they tell what a monstrous catastrophe they were on the brink of experiencing? Or were they there simply to intervene and stop the King?

And then these guys. I know we still don't fully know what Winged Lights even are. But with the new extended preview of Sky: The Two Embers out, there's one scene in particular that this makes me think of. (I'll save hard spoilers for the end and will give warning beforehand.)

So, my take?

I think we're seeing the moment Resh sacrificed himself to save everyone. We're also seeing that it was too late.

We also know from devs that Elder cutscenes exist in a place outside space and time, but that they still have an effect on the world. I think we're seeing why. The moment this stone shattered, all those present were killed, but were also locked in their own limbo, living out their most notable moments over and over again across probably infinite dimensions (like watching the same scene over and over in the reflections bouncing off shards of broken glass... or crystal). They're stuck. Not here in Sky, not in Orbit, not with The Light - but somewhere In Between. Purgatory.

But... why? How?

Well, the path to Orbit was still blocked - both by the shattered crystal itself, and by the now-demolished castle infrastructure that was previously seated on and above the mountain peak. Even aside from that, most, if not all of the Elders had already been corrupted; aka, depleted of their natural light and/or filled with darkness - who knows if they even had enough internal light left to participate in the natural light/life cycle, even if they had survived.

What about the King?

We also now have confirmation in the art book that, "The Ruler would sacrifice themselves to share light back into the skies, and the light souls would then return as Descendants."

With that information, I have a few theories. He was certainly corrupted, and very likely the most corrupted of all the Elders. So, my first question is, what was his act of sacrifice?

We clearly see him upside-down, seemingly disintegrating or dissolving, with nothing but his (presumably darkstone-imbued) mask remaining.

Was his sacrifice the thing that destroyed the crystal? Had it absorbed too much light, started glowing red and attracting Darkness and Storm to it, and so the crystal is what needed to be stopped?

Or was the shattering itself the cause of the Storm?

Three things we know for certain:

There was already war, darkness, corruption, and pollution before the stone shattered.

The shattering itself caused immense structural damage.

The stone was harnessing light/souls directly from the sacred migration to The Light.

So my theories are:

A) The stone itself had been corrupted and had become volatile, so the King sacrificed himself to shatter the stone and make way for light to enter back into the light/life cycle.

B) The sheer density of light/souls was too much for the stone, causing deterioration over time that eventually allowed darkness to manifest, and that structural deterioration led to the Shattering. The King sacrificed himself to try to contain it/minimize the damage.

In either case, the Elders and King would probably be able to see visual cues that warn them things are about to get bad. In situation A, it would be a change of color from blue to vibrant, violent red. In situation B, it would be the progressive chips and cracks in the stone that would probably let them know when it's close to exploding. In either case, the Elders and King are likely gathering to decide how to handle it, when the King decides that it's ultimately his mess, so he ought to be the one to deal with it. He uses the last of his power to try to destroy or contain it (in whatever way he can), and then it shatters.

And then what happened?

Well, we know that unnatural deaths leave remains, as seen in Forest, Wasteland, and Vault. There are no remains.

Natural deaths mean your light gets recycled back into the soul cycle and you cease to exist as you once did, but that's not quite right either. This certainly wasn't a natural death. We also still see the Elders - not as memory projections like the mantas in Vault and not like the Spirits of our Ancestors - but as actual, tangible Memories, just like the Shattering Memories. When we meditate at their shrines, they still visit us and give us their warnings - the same warnings - time after time.

Like I said earlier, they're stuck somewhere Between, living out those key moments over and over for the rest of eternity.

They even both take place in seemingly the same type of greyed out void space. I hesitate to call it "a void" because Void could very well be its own entity. But also, there's a real possibility this is that entity. (Something like "The Empty" from Supernatural.)

And the King?

Again, I have more than one theory.

He could be trapped in the stone. This isn't my theory, I don't know where it came from, but even this theory has two sub-theories. 1a being that his consciousness is trapped in the Eden crystal, forever shattering and killing the Descendants who attempt to free the souls trapped in the cycle; 1b being that he's the Season of Shattering crystal, that he's reliving those memories and sharing them with us in a similar limbo as the Elders. (My thought, if this is true, is that it's both. I believe the Season of Shattering stone would be the largest piece of the King's consciousness, still capable of memory, and perhaps thought, but not much else - but that that stone is still stuck in the center of the ever-shattering crystal in Eden, simultaneously experiencing the Memories and the Shattering indefinitely.)

He sacrificed himself and returned what was left of his light, and that light became the Descendants. (Also not my theory, the idea that we're fragments of the King has been around a while, I'm sure.)

HOWEVER, upon re-reading the quote, some phrasing stands out.

"The Ruler would sacrifice themselves to share light back into the skies, and the light souls would then return as Descendants."

So... who did the Ruler sacrifice? Does "themselves" refer to both parts of the Ruler (Prince Alef/King Resh)? Or does it refer to himself and the Elders, who were all conveniently present? That theory gets dark fast.

If it's the Ruler sacrificing their own "selves", it may explain the two hugging WL on top of the crystal. Two halves of a whole, re-uniting in a post-mortem act of forgiveness. But that leaves the clip from recent leaks a mystery.

Regardless, I read that hug on top of the stone as a heart-wrenching "I forgive you" moment.

Another theory that I don't know how to neatly fit into all of this text:

The quote explicitly states that the Ruler sacrifices themselves to share light back into the skies.

It does not say whose light. If it was the King's light, you'd think they would have specified that (unless they intended for it to be vague, which would also make sense.)

We know the King and Elders hoarded light. One place we know they hoarded light was the powerstones/darkstones, so it's not a stretch to consider that by sacrificing himself to shatter the massive stone, he was then sharing the light (from within the stone) back into the skies and that light became Descendants.

Another place they could have potentially hoarded light is within themselves. (What if that's the reason they're so tall compared to all other Ancestors?) Especially if they were corrupted, their bodies may act a lot like Dark Creatures in the sense that they have an insatiable hunger for light. In this case, maybe it makes sense for the King to try to sacrifice himself and all of the elders. (Then the question becomes... did they know they'd be sacrificed? Honestly, probably. I suspect they understood their role in the way events were unfolding by that point. It's another question entirely whether they all went willingly.)

And FINALLY, what about those two hugging Winged Lights??

Well, I'm sure it won't surprise you that I have more than one theory. Both include at least one of the kids being the King's "soul."

Theory 1 is that both of the kids are the king, like I alluded to earlier. Two halves of a whole, reuniting and hugging in an act of self-forgiveness. Simple. Sweet. Only a little confusing.

- Hard Spoiler Territory -

The second is based solely on The Two Embers and the scene in Orbit, where a dark child that looks like Alef hugs a golden child that looks like Hopeful Steward.

Another moment of forgiveness, but between friends who shared a common interest. They both wanted life, light, and prosperity for their world - but they had different visions. One sought prosperity through community; the other sought prosperity through power and greed. Ultimately, they both paid the price.

But why is Alef dark in the video if, in this memory, he is light?

Well, it depends.

If the first scenario is true, where it's his own two halves becoming whole again, my assumption is that his light/soul was returned from the crystal once it was shattered. If this is the case, his soul likely returned to the soul cycle and we are all little fragments of him. (Which leaves me a little salty about the fates of the Elders, I can't lie.)

That scenario may explain the split between Alef (Prince) and Resh (King). Perhaps his childish innocence and sense of self was absorbed into the stone at some point, only to be freed in the Shattering.

If it's the second scenario, a forgiveness between friends, I believe the Hopeful Steward was the one to return his light - mirroring the scene of skykids in Orbit.

And if THAT'S the case, where is the King now?

I guess we'll just have to find out. Maybe he and the Hopeful Steward merged and were reborn as the first Descendent? Or maybe his soul stayed to contain the ever-shattering crystal, while Steward's soul went on to guide Descendants in their journey.

One thing we can say for certain is that they all die. Lovely. (But we already knew that.)

And we can also see that the Steward somehow found (or made?) Aviary, that they have some authority over/relationship to the Descendants, and that other Ancestors regard Steward with a lot of respect.

I know most of this will be answered in time, but I can't help it, my mind is still reeling with all the possibilities 💭

[justanormalexchangestudent]

Hello everyone! I’m Jane, a transfer to Blueberry Academy, and somehow became the leader of the research club! I was originally from Galar, but I moved to Paldea after some… Events. But anyways, enough rambling from me! Here’s my team!

I’m not going to be using Zen in my main team anymore.

I don’t look like that, but it’s the closest they had.

Oh! I almost forgot. I act mostly off of impulse.

//ooc under

//Back at it again! Once again, its @roselikespokemon, the mod of @reshiram-and-zekrombw. Btw, Jane is not the protag of violet. She is 18, but still no nsfw plz. Mod is a minor. Follows come from the resh and zek blog! Also, jane is basically me, but in the pokemon world lol

[disneychannie]

Let’s talk about love | l.mark

Pairings: mark lee x reader

Word count: 3.36k words

Genre: fluff // college au! (my fave)

Warnings: cursing

Summary: Though Mark Lee isn’t necessarily the most charming person on enough, he still wanted to be his first kiss to be as special. After the small encountered he had with you, he has never been so determined to love someone this hard before.

A/n: Sorry if this is messy I don’t even know what this is but enjoy...also this is not proofread as per usual

Mark was said to be quite vague as many would say.

He wasn’t one to know how to express his feelings perhaps only in certain ways that would always come out as awkward. 

Yes, he was known to be the most attractive amongst the campus and even during high school. Despite having girls and guys confessing to him, he would nicely and awkwardly turn them down because believe it or not, falling in love was one of the things he was the most scared of.

It wasn’t one of those typical scenarios where he gets heart-broken by the love of his life but it was frankly him being completely clueless about falling in love. 

He had always thought there were some kind of rule of falling in love or maybe a guide to teach him about flirting. It wasn’t his forte but the thought about falling in love intrigues him in a way. Watching his close friends having their own partners itched him even more to find himself a girl.

There’s just one thing, he completely sucks at flirting.

It would either come out as rude or just plain awkward. Till then, he would never put himself in that situation again and go on another date. Such a shame how all most of his dates ended up being his shyness as a turned off and completely bummed him out completely.

In fact, he had never kissed anyone before. There were some who he went out on a date with who tried to take his “first-kiss virginity” away, but he would always turn them down and make the situation even awkward than it was.

He wanted his first kiss to be perfect. The perfect girl, the perfect setting, everything. He wanted it to be romantic and memorable, like how all first kisses should be. It did sound like he was asking too much but he always thought he would only dream of having a perfect first kiss.

-

It was his 3rd year of college and he could not wait to survive one more year here and finally finish his degree. Music was everything to him. Producing, writing, singing, rapping, that was his ACTUAL forte. He got praised a lot by teachers, friends and random students about his music. He worked a lot with his senior Taeyong who he then befriend, definitely learning a lot more about music from the older.

Consistently, Mark had a reputation for never having the write’s block issue till one day. He couldn’t thought of anything to write and ideas of producing and it was driving him crazy. Nights spent wasting his time staring at the blank piece of paper in front of him, hoping that something, just something that would come in mind.

It was one of those nights for him. The dormitory he shared with his best friend Donghyuck who was a year younger than him. Despite them being in different majors, in reality they had so much in common.

He was sat on his desk, the small table light he had lighting up the dark room as he tried to come up with at least a line of lyrics. The coffee he had by his side wasn’t doing wonders and he was definitely coming on short of it. He was indeed sleepy but the assignment was due in two weeks and he couldn’t afford to sleep now.

Deciding on whether or not he would break curfew and take a walk around campus, he eventually did and left with his jacket. Winter was coming around and he didn’t want to catch a cold to add in to his list of problems. Thank the lord that usually there weren’t any security who would check out this late of the night which then would be pointless for the university to set up a curfew.

He usually had his earphone in all the time to get inspirations but this time he didn’t. Opting in just taking a walk to clear his mind out from all the shit he had to do. It drove Mark absolutely insane having to think about his assignment and taking a little breather is something he needed.

The campus grounds was as expected, quiet. The only sound that were audible were his sneakers and the sounds of crickets. He even walked around inside one of the dark buildings thanks to the moonlight that illuminating the halls of the building. I guess this was what he just needed. He felt fresh but apparently not fresh enough to come out with a line of lyrics.

He went deeper into the building where the music rooms were located and was met with the soft tunes of the piano. His heart beat quickened as he made his way to the instrument room, where every music major kids would go to practice. 

The sounds of the piano became louder as he got closer and from the small window that the door had, he could see a figure sitting on the piano stool, their fingers brushing effortlessly against the piano tiles. He couldn’t make out who it was but he was too mesmerised but the skills the figure had and it excited him in a way.

He noticed the song as a famous piece that he heard Taeil played before and it felt different when it was played by the person playing it at the moment. He thought he would’ve gotten away without getting caught when his phone started to ring which rang throughout the hall and made the stranger abruptly stop playing. His eyes went wide as he grabbed his phone from his pocket and saw that it was Donghyuck, who probably noticed that he wasn’t In the dorms. He cursed at himself and quickly went and shut the ringer off.

You on the other hand heard the ringtone. At one point you got scared because you’ve been sneaking out like this for the whole year now and it was weird that suddenly now there was someone who’s awake like you on the campus ground.

Getting up from the seat you walked to the door and from the small window attached to the door you could see a mop of brunette hair peaking. The person must’ve tried to hide themselves.

“Who’s there?” You said loudly.

Thanks a lot Donghyuck.

He didn’t realised that his hair was showing and he was about to sprint away when he felt the door come in contact with his body, forcing him to the ground with a loud thud.

Your eyes went wide as you went to the boy’s side. 

“Oh my god I'm so sorr- wait, Mark?” Confusion was written all over your face as you studied the boy infant of you who was still grunting in pain.

Mark looked at you and his heart literally skipped a beat. It was you, Y/n, one of Donghyuck’s close friend. The both of you have seen eachother before and even had lunch together with Donghyuck once but you never exactly talked to him before, just seemingly you were good friends with the same people. It was weird how you hang out with Donghyuck all the time when Mark is around but you never talked to each other properly before. Just a few ‘’hi’s’’ and ‘’hello’s” here and there but not once a proper conversation. You weren't a music major, instead you were majoring in Chemistry so he didn’t know how you had the access to the music room without a card that was usually only held by the music major students.

It was no lie that you were attractive tho. Mark has tried so many times to talk to you before but him being the shy boy himself, could not muster up even a simple greeting which results in you initiating it first. He would curse at himself for it but you were just too pretty that he gets all nervous when you’re around.

You weren’t a music major like him, instead you were a med student but he knew from Donghyuck that you have been playing the piano since you were a kid and it just sticked around you till today. He just never heard nor knew you were good at playing the piano.

“Uhm, hello?” You waved your hand infront of him and Mark finally snapped out from his trance. 

“Uh,” He started before sitting up properly when he realised that you were quite close to him that he could see the small features on your face despite the hallway being dark. “I’m sorry, I just, uh, was walking around and heard you playing the piano and I started to watch you- WAIT not in that creepy way tho I-,” The boy continued on rambling before he was cut off by you giggling.

Ugh even her laugh sounds heavenly.

You then got up from where you were crouching and brushed the dust off from your pants. Offering a hand to him, he hesitantly held it and you helped him get up. This was your first time being so close to Mark that you didn’t realise how he was slightly taller than you making you having to tilt your head upwards a little so you could face him.

“Any reason why you’re lurking around here at this time?” You started as you made your way towards your respective dorms.

He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly feeling nervous over your simple question.

“I couldn’t think of anything to write and I guess I needed a little breather,” His words comes out hushed without intending for it to be.

You gently shoved him with your album and smiled up at him.

Oh fuck was he going to pass out

“Why do you look so nervous?” You said mirroring his action and shoved your hands in your pocket. “It’s just me, you don’t have to be so awkward,” You let out a small laugh to break the awkward tension.

“What are you doing awake this late?” He mustered to ask after a short silence.

You shrugged and looked ahead at the dark pathway, the lamp post illuminating the little to nothing light to guide the both of you back to the dorms.

“School just started and I'm about to lose my mind, perhaps the stress getting to me,” You whispered the last part.

Mark could relate with you in a way. Despite taking a whole different major from you, he understand the pressure of having to do the best. You didn’t exactly explain more verbally but he understood your point. You were one of the smartest students in the campus and obviously the professors and teachers are going to want you to do your best. Same goes to him, being the best producer and writer for the whole music department took a toll on him and the peer pressure of his professor wanting him to do the best stressed him out. 

“Don’t worry Y/n,” He started as you guys arrived at your dorm. “You’re the smartest person I know and you definitely will live up to your teacher’s expectations but don’t go too hard on yourself, you’ll do fine,” He continued.

He was surprised by his own words. When did he suddenly get all the confidence from?

You gave him a small smile and rubbed his forearm which sent electricity to his entire body. He could feel shivers running down his back and suddenly the temperature become a bit too warm.

What kind of effect did you have on him, he think he’s going insane.

“Thank you Mark, you’re one hell of a producer, you’ll do great,” You said and finally brought your hand to your side again. “Thanks for walking me back to my dorm,”

“No problem,” He said returning the smile.

He was about to leave when you called him.

“Hey Mark?” You called out.

He turned around and looked at you with a questioning look.

You tucked a strand of your hair behind of your ear before speaking. 

“Let’s hang out more,”

-

That night, he told Donghyuck about his encounter with you and boy was it a huge mistake.

He couldn’t stop teasing Mark about how he finally grew balls to talk to girls and it was basically a session of Donghyuck telling Mark that he was finally a man which concludes in Donghyuck getting a pillow thrown at his face.

Ever since that day you and Mark have finally talked with eachother a lot now which makes Donghyuck happy because there would be no more awkward tensions between you and Mark when the three of you hangout together or when you are with your shared group of friends. 

You and Mark have finally gotten to know new things about eachother every day and at the same time the two of you have gotten closer with eachother. It was shocking news to the rest, two finally see Mark out of his own bubble and finally having the guts to talk to others without having them to initiate the conversation first.

Mark was stunned by his own behaviour. He was always too shy to even ask for help. He didn’t know what made him like this. Ever since he had that conversation with you, his perspective towards others changed completely. He didn’t know why he was never like this with the other guys, probably it was just something you could do.

After that night too, all new kinds of ideas roamed his mind as he finally found lyrics to write and sounds to compose. He was never one to write love songs, furthermore he had never even written one before but this time, he felt like his new assignment should be a love song. Soft, pleasant with a touch of melancholy to it which earned him an A+ and a pat on the back by his professor as a sign of congratulation.

He told you the news about it and you were now ecstatic to hear his project. The second you asked to listen to it, sweat immediately started to form on his forehead and dripped down to his neck. He didn’t want you to listen to it because the song was about you. How was he suppose to tell you that the song that got him and A+ was about you? He then told you that you probably don’t want to hear it since it was a sappy love song that would make you barf. But what Mark doesn’t know was that you were a total sucker for love songs and you were now more intrigued to listen to his piece.

He told you yes you could when he should’ve said no. 

For the first time ever in his 21 year of existence, he was anxious over a person. He had many episodes of him getting anxious but never when it comes to a person. He was scared that you would be creeped out by the song when you know it was about you. 

He met up with Taeyong the day before he planned the day for you to listen to the song just for moral support. He would go to Donghyuck but he knew that Donghyuck would end up saying some unhelpful shit that would just cause him extra stress.

Thank god Taeyong was all the help he could need. 

“I don’t know what to do hyung, what if she slaps me and thinks that I'm some sort of pervert for writing a song about her, what if-,” He continued on rambling. He had a problem with rambling too much that he starts to say things that don’t make sense the slightest.

Taeyong just laughed at the kid infront of him. Taeyong has been by Mark’s side ever since he started college and obviously he knew all about the deal with Mark and the problem he has when it comes to talking to women, he too knew how severe it seemed but ever since he started talking to you, it changed him in a different way, like how he became more comfortable talking to people.

“Do you like her?” He asked the 1 million dollar question to Mark. 

Here’s the thing, he never knew about his feelings for you. All he knew was that he liked being around you and want to spend more time with you. I guess you could say that he did have crush on you.

“I do, hyung,”

-

After the pep talk he got from Taeyong, his confidence level risen up a little, emphasis the little. He was still nervous but he felt like things would go better if he just shows you the damn song. 

He opted the meet up to be at one of the recording studios in the campus that he usually goes to and reserved it just for today. He wanted everything to be perfect. He didn’t want to mess things up with you.

He was pacing around the studio, trying to get rid of his risen anxiety when he heard a knock on the door and a soft, “Mark is that you?”

Oh god this is it

He wiped his sweaty palms on the surface of his jeans and opened the door of the studio with shaky hands. 

There you were.

You were in simple clothing but you looked mesmerising. 

“H-hi, Y/n,” His voice shook.

You laughed at his nervousness as he moved to the side to let you inside. 

“I’ve told you this a million times Mark, stop being so nervous, it’s just for me,” You said before sitting down on one of the chairs infant of the computer.

How could I not be nervous when I'm here alone with you.

He took his seat next to you and started opening the draft for his song. 

“What am I supposed to expect from this song?” You asked casually, looking at the shaken boy beside you.

“Probably an awful amount of sappy lyrics,” He joked.

Clicking on the draft he then leaned back on his chair as the familiar melody of the smooth guitar riff and soft beats come together. His voice finally came out and you thought that his voice was the prettiest thing ever. It was soft, honey-like with a touch of melancholy feel towards it.

In all words, it was perfect.

You were too engrossed into the song that you didn’t realise Mark staring at you majority of the time. His mind was running wild with what your opinion was towards the song, in hopes that you liked it. You looked cute with how concentrated you looked whilst listening, makes him want to tuck the strand of hair falling on your face behind your ear but he obviously had to restrain himself for doing so.

After the whole 3 minutes, the song finally ended. You were in awe with how the song came together and to say that you were in love with the lyrics was an understatement. 

Turning to Mark, you caught him staring at you and usually he would turn back but this time he didn't. He didn’t want to cower away this time. This was his chance, the chance to make you his.

Slowly, he came closer to you till he could practically feel your breath against his lips and he finally closed the gap. He was definitely shocked when you kissed him back.

Your lips moved in-sync with his and he could taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. It was everything he wanted. This was it, this was the first kiss he dreamt of.

He pulled away once he felt himself getting out of breath and you probably were too. The both of you were panting as you looked at each other’s eyes.

“That was my first kiss,” You said in between breaths.

“That was mine too,” He said, grinning. “I like you, Y/n, I really do. You have some type of spell upon me that I’m just so addicted with you and if you can’t tell the song was about you, I want to be with you.”

Instead of replying you brought him back to a kiss.

You knew the song was about you.

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

( I hope you don't mind a small starter from @i-serve-the-revolutionary-army ) ❝ You look like you've been through death and back. Then again, isn't that what life is? Have the most messed up stuff happen to you and having life just sitting back with a drink in hand watching you suffer? ❞ ❝ I'm rambling, sorry. I should just leave you be. ❞

@i-serve-the-revolutionary-army

 Rya nearly jumped sky high when she heard the voice and whirled around eyeing the Fishwoman near her age, keeping her pistols trained on the interloper. 

She blinked as she struggled to catch what the woman was saying. Did…did a Fishperson just flop up on her ship to have a conversation?! The hell?! 

“To be fair, that’s exactly the life of pirates and smugglers alike. You have to roll with the punches. You aren’t bugging me…just startled the loving hell out of me.” She finally told the kid. 

“You here to see Moa or Resh?”

[thatskydragon]

I can try to explain what skyblr is working on

First, check out the concept art by Tom Zhao here and some more tidbits here for the scraps we dig through for our piecemeal theories lol. Tom Zhao's work is largely noncanon, and the other link is very early concept stuff. But it's all canon in our hearts and generally cool to flip through. This is going to incorporate things in game and things from both those places.

At the start of the story, you have the six Elder Spirits who fell from the sky into the clouds. They founded a civilization there that flourished under the rule of the elders and Prince Alef.

Then Alef discovered darkstone in the forest with the "shaman ancestor" (I assume this is the Vault elder, Iamed, but idk for sure.) Darkstone reacts with fire and the ancestors begin mining the forest for darkstone. They developed many technologies from it, advancing and industrializing their civilization. Prince Alef is crowned King Resh some time in there.

Things were prosperous and bountiful... until they weren't. It's not very clear what happened. We know it involves the darkstone. We know there was a war against the creatures of Light. We know the darkness that cast the Elders out of the sky came back.

The ancestors built huge arks to escape the darkness and ascend the mountain, but the creatures attacked again. One of the arks exploded, causing the Storm. The storm corrupts creatures of Light into twisted light-hating monsters, and the lands in the clouds become treacherous. The ancestors are wiped out, their civilization destroyed.

The megabird (literal or metaphorical god of sky) suffers without Light returning to them and creates us, the Sky Kids, to begin shepherding Light back up the mountain.

And from there the story is what you make it as you play.

I definitely recommend scrolling through @sky-lore blog for more headcanons. They do a really good job of collecting our ramblings.

genuinely can someone explain the plot of skycotl to me? like treat me like im an idiot and explain the plot to me, explain the characters to me, because i genuinely know nothing. ive been playing this game since january and everything about the plot has not been relevant to the gameplay in any way but i always see people talking about elders and a king and im just sitting here like hehe moth go brrrrr

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Fractured Memories (part 1)

The adventure begins... ugh. (EDIT: LOL OOPS forgot to tag @aivarobinson for helping me iron out some details in here)

My entire night was pain and suffering and this was my only outlet. I am so sorry.

Thanks to that Anon for asking me ages back about this. Sorry I didn’t write it sooner, I just can’t do this kinda junk when I’m not in the right mood...

MommaCQ Universe © @alainaprana Fresh © @loverofpiggies Decans © @little-noko

I implore you, don't read this if you would rather your mood not be ruined in some way, shape or form. I don't want to make anyone's days horrible forever just because one Anon asked me to continue this drabble...

Picture day at school. Ugh.

Decans grumbled as he and Fresh walked towards the school's gym. He never understood why picture day was always such a big event for the other students. He shook himself, putting on one of the fakest smiles he'd put on in a while.

Fresh turned to him. "Eyy, Deccy-Dec, it's fine. It'll be over before ya know it!" He gently flopped an arm over his friend's shoulders. "And when it's done we can go back ta playin' Pokemon! Ya still owe me a battle, remember?"

Decans smiled weakly. "Y-yeah... Maybe I'll actually beat ya this time! Heheh..."

Fresh peered at his friend, quickly removing his arm. "Yo, you ok broski? Ya seem a bit more down that normal. Or maybe it's just picture day gettin' to ya..."

Decans rubbed his skull, sighing. "Nah, I-I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache is all. Guess picture day's getting to me, heh." He shook himself, trying to wake from the half-stupor he found himself in.

"Oh, ya want some Advil? I gots some in my pack somewhere..." Fresh rummaged through his fannypack, pulling out a small white bottle of pills. He opened it and dumped a couple of pills into his hand, offering them to Decans.

Decans let Fresh drop the pills into his hand, reaching for his water bottle. He took the pills quickly, guzzling a couple sips of water with them. "Thanks, Fresh."

"No problemo, broski! Look, we're here."

They wandered up into the lines, chatting amicably about this or that until the attendants forced them to separate. Decans mind wandered, pondering himself. Ever since the accident, he'd been feeling... off? Was that the word for it? He wasn't sure. His body felt hotter than usual, his headaches persistent. Maybe he was catching a cold again? He shuddered at the thought. He'd rather not get hospitalized again after...

"Next!" the nearby attendant shouted, startling Decans out of his reverie. He stepped up to the stool, smiling

"Well don't you look dashing, hon!" The photographer smiled at Decans warmly, adjusting the height of her camera to accomodate the shorter skeleton. "Whenever you're ready!"

Decans smiled weakly, his headache having worsened during the wait. "Uh, I-I think I'm ready..." he shook his head in an attempt to clear it.

"All right then! Smile for the camera!"

Decans forced a brilliant smile, and the camera flashed. He blinked furiously at the light.

His body stiffened, tensing in strange places. what..?

He glanced around him, his vision getting blurry. He struggled to stand, attempting to call to the attendant, whos back was turned.

"F...  resh..."

His eyelights rolled up into his head and flickered out as he fell backwards with a loud crash, taking the background and the stool down with him. The attendant whirled around in surprise at the sudden sound, greeted with the sight of the small skeleton child seizing violently on the photography props.

"Oh! Oh, nonono... Help! Someone!"

The gym fell silent as several adults converged on Decans, one attempting to roll Decans to his side while the others cleared away any moveable furniture. Fresh dashed out of his line to the commotion, panic instantly consuming him.

"D-Deccy! Wha- What's going on!?" Fresh knelt mid-stride, sliding in next to his friend. Decans continued to twitch and gurgle sickeningly, his eyesockets blank.

"Hon, stay back please, he needs space" one of the aides spoke softly, gesturing for Fresh to come go next to the adults in the back. He refused to move from his spot next to Decans.

"N-no! He's-he's my bro, I- I gotta be there for-"

"He's having a seizure hon, there's nothing we can do besides wait it out... I'm sorry..."

"B-but-"

"Fresh!" a familiar voice hissed from the crowd.

Fresh turned around at the sound of his brother's voice. Error was frowning, glaring at the situation before him. He nodded his head, indicating Fresh join him amongst the rest of the kids. Fresh blinked away the tears he didn't know were falling from his eyesockets, turning back to Decans and staring. One of the teachers came up and gently eased him to his feet. He pulled Fresh back to the crowd, murmuring encouragements to him.

"He'll be okay, don't you worry. A small seizure like that shouldn't cause any lasting harm, even with his, uh... conditon..."

Fresh glanced back at Decans, watching as the convulsions seemed to subside slowly. He gasped for air, eyes shining a brilliant mixture of blue and yellow. Fresh disregarded the others and ran back to his friend. Crashing down next to Decans again, he began to ramble.

"D-Deccy Dec! You're all right, I'm here! You're gonna be okay, y'hear? Just wake up, please! Deccy, focus! You're all right, you're right here. I'm right here, I...I..." Fresh hiccuped as his tears flowed freely down. He collapsed into a fit of sobs as fear quickly overcame him.

Decans eyelights faded away once again as he was wracked with another seizure. The adults murmured amongst themselves with worried tones. One checked their phone for the time.

"1:42 on the first, with a repeat... This is unusual... Maybe we should call emergency, seizures don't last this long..."

"I'll get right on it." Another teacher whipped out her phone to dial.

Fresh tried to pull himself up off the ground, acutely aware of the surrounding panic his outburst had caused. His arms shook violently under the little weight of his body, unable to support it. He sat himself down proper, struggling to control himself as he stared at his friend and wheezed short breaths which echoed far too loudly into the gym.

The paramedics weren't far off...

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hey guys new hyperfixation after *checks watch* 5 ish years

@cyliph when i fucking GET you

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thinmking about the final big run. i think they should have splatsvilles plaza be the final map its got enough room

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put those things away brother

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tfp blast, no reward to those who can guess my favs /silly

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pridepilled fagmaxxer

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fucktin shimp

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have you tried turning it off and on again

also thgat isnt agent 8 im a filthy oc x canon doer </3 /silly

i'll design my 8 one day

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Shiver robbin' a museum fo' today