#tag: Friends from the Past

[aries-rp-corner]

Leafie awoke to find herself in a deep forest… yet the surroundings felt so familiar. The trees, the wind, the streams, and rivers… was this Pinwheel Forest? The Leavanny stood up and began to walk deeper in the forest, seeing such sight in the night truly made her feel at home again… it felt so real.

Looking at the trees where she and her brother use to perch on while eating their berries, and hang out with her old friends… a Pidove and a shiny Venipede. Remembering her mother found the Venipede wounded from his own kind, and she took him in to treat him. Making Leafie wonder if her two friends are okay after the Cipher attack… she’s really hopeful that they did made it through without being seen… Chirping sadly and angrily at herself, she is just now thinking about them after so long…while at the same time…she has been training herself to get ready to fight Mira or any Cipher Peon. That was when her thoughts ended as she spotted something glowing in the distance…

Walking over to find a pond… and a sleeping Sewaddle… but this one shook her, as he uncurled himself to reveal its her brother… tears formed as she ran into the shallow waters to see if this truly him.. her starry ghostly brother woke up to see his now evolved sister. Even he formed tears as the two embraced each other, nuzzling and chirping out of joy… looking at her brother however… a sad reality hits her… her brother is gone…but seeing his spirit here…causing her brother to look worried.

His spirit floated up in the air and nuzzled her gently to cheer her up, as if to say: “I know.. I’m gone, but I’m not going to leave you, Sis.” The Sewaddle gave Leafie a gentle soft happy expression to her, causing Leafie to tear up more and more as she held her brother for one final time… she didn’t want him to disappear again… but learning he is with her made her smile again… truly at peace in know he is with her.

However, her brother looked at her one last time as a voice echoed in the forest. “Inform my Niece and any of her friends that Pinwheel is gonna have new ugly visitors. Your old friends are there, and you’ll be surprised for what they become! And it’s good to see they are fighting to remember you and your brother…” A man spoke, as Leafie looked back to see shadowy figures of a Unfezant and a Scolipede. Like her, they also evolved and are now protecting what they have left…

Leafie turned around to see a man and her brother, she shivered to see white scars on the poor man, yet he held the most kindest smile he had. While on his shoulder was her brother, raising his little paw up to cheer his sister. “He will be with you, just like how I’ll be with my brother, his wife, and my niece. You can do this girly, show Cipher and all what you truly are.”

Leafie smiled as she nodded, after that, she woke to find herself on her makeshift bed and everyone sleeping. Looking aside to see Aries asleep on her desk again, causing Leafie to sigh softly as she carefully placed a blanket on her. She knew dawn was coming thus she decided to head outside to take in the fresh cold air, but thanks to her coat to honestly felt nice. Looking over to the mainland to see familiar trees of her old home… chirping sadly and with worry… Cipher or their new allies might indeed invade her old home..

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[critterbitter]

Language divides and building bridges.

Elesa’s feeling homesick. Emmet, bless his heart, tries to help by infodumping while Ingo frantically runs off to find water (crying is a very dehydrating experience).

((Would you look at that! The kids are picking up kantonese and galarian from each other!))

BONUS:

Heh. Callback.

Want to see more? Here’s the masterpost for submas!

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[front-facing-pokemon]

[screechingfromthevoid]

nothing (besides everyone ignoring Orym's deal) has made me angrier than watching Dorian keep up this facade. Dorian Storm has always been a type of mask he's worn. At first he called himself a liar because of it. The happy go lucky bard was a way of escaping for him. He was escaping Brontë so he created Dorian. He didn't believe he was Dorian. Until the Crown Keepers made Dorian real. And for a while, he really believed he was Dorian. That he has this new family and new life and he could be who he truly wanted to be.

And then his brother came back and made his problems Dorian's problems. Until he had to put Brontë back on. Because even if the Crown Keepers + Cyrus called him Dorian, he was Brontë. He had to be who his brother thought he was.

When Cyrus dies, the thread to Brontë had snapped. He was going to see Orym, back to the Bells Hells, back to Dorian Storm. But the foundation of Dorian had shattered. Dorian was created in order to run from his place in life, family, Cyrus. Now he was gone. The Crown Keepers had fallen apart. His friends fell through his fingers and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He was once ready to side with a betrayer god for these people and now they're in the wind.

So Dorian shows back up to Bells Hella and he's completely broken. The foundation of both of his lives has been thoroughly rocked. No brother. No Crown Keepers. The two things that forged Dorian Storm. He wears that mask so fucking well. Because he still wants to believe in it. He said it live on stage that he should "believe his own backstory". The one he made up. The one where he was a bard.

He wants to be Dorian so bad. He spends all his money on Orym, he spins the bottle so he can kiss his friends, he flirts, he blushes and giggles at compliments. Exactly how Dorian would, should.

But he wears the gold of the heir. He has a festering animosity inside his chest. He doesn't sleep. He's thinner than he was. He doesn't sleep. He sicks abominations after their creators. He talks to God's without an ounce of self preservation, daring them to strike him down. He does not acknowledge them as they taunt him.

The god of beauty and magic calls him beautiful and he does not smile.

[toboldlymuppet]

no need for seduction when you've always had me

[coquelicoq]

im obsessed with him im obsessed with his pathetic little life and his idiotic little choices. i want to adopt him but in the way you adopt a highway. wanna get some friends together and go pick up garbage on the side of his psyche once a month in our little hi-vis vests

[cheatingtime]

Tom? *smiles*

:}

[thedeafprophet]

I may be otherwise preccupied on this very day BUT i can still queue this and wish @capn-twitchery a happy birthday :3c pixelified your guys

[apotelesmaa]

I don’t think ppl give enough credit to rui for his dedication to fucking with people (outside of tsukasa of course) like. Knowing & acknowledging that nene wants nothing to do with him and Tsukasa on her first day of second year and deliberately following tsukasa to loudly ask if she’s getting along with people (just to be a jackass)? Implying his gift to akito will explode even though it won’t bc he wants to bug akito? Like I think rui at his core is full of love and a desire to make ppl smile but I also think he’s 200% committed to the bit first and foremost. If something will be funny he’s going to do it regardless of the consequences. Guy filled with zero social anxiety & a never ending desire to embarrass his friends.

[zeb-z]

There’s something so important about Gillion - who never heals himself, who rushes into danger, who hides his wounds- facing death and realizing he isn’t unafraid as he was raised to be. He uses his magic on himself to help with the exhaustion, to keep his life intact. And still he tries to comfort Jay and Chip while he’s coherent, being realistic about his chances but refusing to make it painful. Wanting their possible last moments to be light, to be about seemingly inconsequential things, small favorites that still mean the world to him purely because they’re Chip and Jay’s favorites. And then when all is said and done, he makes a raccoon for Jay. He talks about raspberries for Chip. He uses his last saved up arcane energy to try desperately to stay awake, and it works, and it saves him in the final hour.

It’s just. There’s something about how he hasn’t had a chance to rest since the Feywild, really, truly rest. How this whole time he’s been down on himself and taking extreme risks. And now, at what might be the end of it all, he realizes he doesn’t want to die. He wants to live. And not to be able to save others, not to fulfill his destiny, not out of obligation to anyone else - but purely for himself. For all the little things. And though it’s not quite healing in the literal term, his nearly final act was spent trying to save himself - and it worked.

[mondaymelon]

me n who ?!?!?!? ME N WHO GUYS ...

picrews: 1 2 3 4

mking silly girlfailure picrews are the only thing saving my sanity which took quite a number of blows today ( its hanging on by the measliest thread but i think its better to consider it go n e )

anyways i wanna make a silly tag game so we are going to make a silly tag game because in the wise words of martin luther king i think wait it was probably gandhi "be the change you wish to see in the world" arent i so cool guys im taking like the first step forward and :stareyes: ahahah

(no pressure) tags !! 🏷️ : @cienxpidity, @ilyuu, @anonbinaryweirdo, @suntoru, @tuesdayberries, @lume-nosity, @mrcrazyvillainvillainn, @ceneid, @amalythea, @xianyoon, @aeon-yao, @ryuryuryuyurboat, @auroratumbles, @snobwaffles, @the-white-void + everyone i probably forgot to tag (SPS IM SORRY) n anyone else whod like to join !!

[suntails]

I’m going to paint you a picture of modern communication, and how it is fundamentally broken.

Let’s look at one friend. You chat pretty much everyday, and mostly talk to this person on twitter and discord, with occasional tumblr DMs. That’s three places you talk. But that’s actually not true, because you also have each other’s priv twitters and talk there as well. That’s four. Now account for, let’s say, one post reply per account per person, in addition to your DMs. That’s eight. But that’s ALSO not true, because not only do you talk in discord DMs with each other, but you’re in a friend group server as well! And you talk in those channels together! That’s nine.

This is one friend.

Now look around you. How many friends, how many mutuals are you in contact with. A few, a handful, a dozen, more? How many accounts per person do you have, how many places can you send each other posts, devolve into separate topics and conversations? How many people text you as well. Friends, family, coworkers? What do you do day to day around catching up, what IRL commitments will rip you away long enough to let the pile build again?

I can’t do it. I cannot live an actual life in the real world and balance this much interaction, it’s crushing. I reply to a friend’s post because I’m interested in the subject, I want to have a discussion! I WANT to talk about it with them, but I immediately kick myself for adding another conversation to the pile. Day by day, I ignore messages for hours on end and watch mountains pile around me, to reply en masse at the end of the night to let the cycle repeat. I wake up to six discord DMs and as I clear the third, the first replies back again.

We weren’t meant to have thirty simultaneous conversations. We weren’t. And you know in your bones that the number isn’t an exaggeration.

[lunarharp]

revamped looong mermaid orufrey au :')

[determinate-negation]

Cant help but notice that zionists desperately pushing the both sides/too much nuance opinion also refuse to refer to whats going on as genocide… maybe bc that just exposes the imbalance btwn both idf and hamas idk

it simply isnt genocide in their minds but idk personally thats what comes to mind when i read shit like this. entire family trees completely gone