#they have randomized abilities which has resulted in uh.

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

started playing a pmd eos randomizer today... got very attached to my hero/partner duo already. lilac the gligar and orion the heracross :)

[nattikay]

wooooo they have proper refsheets

massive lore dump under the cut

Might as well start with Neynari. Probably the most striking thing about her visually is that she has a condition called leucism, which causes an underproduction of pigment. In Neynari's case, her leucism is a random mutation that resulted in the malfunction of her pigment-producing cells, rather than a genetic trait inherited from her family. Needless to say the clan was quite surprised when she was born hrh

Speaking of which, Neynari was born in the Aranahe clan to a couple by the names of Seylana and Vontxu. She was an only child and has an especially close relationship with her mother. Her father, Vontxu, was very quiet and reserved; he rarely spoke and was difficult to get to know. Seylana found his soft demeanor charming, but while Neynari loves her father and knows he loves her too, his personality made it harder for her to bond with him, so she was never quite as close to him as she was to her mother.

Her pale skin makes her a poor hunter--prey can see her coming from a mile away--but she more than makes up for her lack of hunting ability with excellent craftsmanship. Growing up in the Aranahe clan she is of course well versed in weaving and dyeing, but her true passion is beading. She absolutely loves making beads of all varieties and incorporating them into her weaving projects. Vontxu is actually the one who first taught her how to make them, and it was one of the few activities she felt she and her father could bond over. She used to sit for hours in the weaver's den with him, not speaking, just carving beads to their hearts' content.

One day a group of Aranahe artisans, Neynari among them, set off on a trading route to visit the Anurai clan. Neynari knew the Anurai clan also had a reputation as skilled artisans and was keen to compare their crafts. It was on this trip that she met Se'txelu...

(rewinds tape recorder) alright let's talk about Se'txelu now hrh. I mentioned how Neynari has a condition called leucism. Well, Se'txelu has the opposite: melanism (or I guess for a Na'vi it would be called cyanism). So while Neynari's body underproduces pigment, Se'txelu's overproduces it. Unlike Neynari whose condition was a random mutation, Se'txelu's is one that I headcanon as a rare but established recessive trait among his clan, the Anurai (actually google tells me that irl melanism is dominant but shhhhhh this is imaginary alien version I can do what I want with it lol). This Pandoran version of the condition, in my headcanon, requires just the right combo of genes to show up in the phenotype, so while several of the Anurai are carriers of the gene(s), it's very rare to have more than two or three indivduals who actually display it living in the clan at the same time, and sometimes there are none at all. At the time of this "story" there are only two: Se'txelu himself, and the current tsahìk, Awlun (who happens to be his great-aunt.) Before them, the most recent person to have it was Se'txelu's great-grandfather. 

The Anurai don't use human terms like melanism or cyanism of course; they refer to this condition as txonleng (shortened from txonä ta'leng, meaning "skin of night"), and because the dark color resembles the hide of the mighty palulukan which the Anurai canonically revere, it is generally believed that individuals born with txonleng are blessed by Eywa and destined to be legendary hunters, especially nocturnal hunters...which there may be a sliver of truth to, since they are naturally better at blending into the shadows.

In Se'txelu's case, though....well, he is good at camouflage, but alas, he's also kinda clumsy, which kinda cancels out any stealth bonus granted by his condition 😅 Despite his clumsiness, he is still a decent hunter at least, albeit a long ways off from "legendary" status (uh oh, potential source of angst for this usually happy-go-lucky dork).

When the Aranahe artisans visited his clan to trade, Neynari immediately caught Se'txelu's attention. He'd never seen anyone who looked like her before, and on top of that, she was quite beautiful. He was infatuated immediately. Lucky for him, she took notice of him too (they both kinda stand out in a crowd lol). Now, while Se'txelu had never seen anyone with leucism like Neynari, he had met two other people with his own condition, txonleng—his great-grandfather (although his memories of him are hazy since he was quite young when he died (of old age)), and Awlun (who of course is still alive and kicking)—so though his condition was rare he had never really felt alone because of it. Neynari, on the other hand, had never seen another Na'vi who wasn't standard blue, so meeting someone else who stood out like that was shocking and intriguing. 

The Aranahe trading party stayed with the Anurai for about a week. Se'txelu tried to work up the nerve to actually talk to Neynari. One day, she noticed him up in a tree and waved at him. Remember when I said Se'txelu was clumsy? Well, he tried to wave back...but in doing so let go of the branch he was gripping and fell out of the tree. Onto his face. And lost a tooth in the process. 

Neynari felt awful because she felt like the accident was her fault, and she came to check on Se'txelu once his bloody mouth had been cleaned up. But despite the initial awkward guilt, with that incident the ice, much like Se'txelu's face, was broken lol. They ended up talking for a long time after that, and clicked pretty hard. Neynari even gave him the joking nickname Sre'tìkelu ("tooth-lack") in reference to the now permanent gap in his smile. They continued to bond over the next few days, and when it came time for the Aranahe party to return home, Neynari found herself not wanting to join them...

Neynari's closest friend back home had always been her mother, Seylana. But tragically, Seylana had passed away of sickness about two years prior to Neynari's trip to the Anurai. With the loss of her mother back home, but the promise of a potential future with Se'txelu here, Neynari was wondering if she should stay and ask to join the Anurai clan...but would that be fair to her ancestors, and to the clan who had raised and loved her?

The night before the Aranahe were meant to leave, Neynari asked Se'txelu to take her to the nearest spirit tree. She connected to Eywa and spoke with Seylana's spirit, pouring her heart out to the memory of her mother and explaining her dilemma. Seylana comforted her daughter and encouraged her to stay with the Anurai. She wanted her daughter to have a bright and happy future and if she found that in another clan, so be it. 

Now with her mother's blessing, Neynari spoke with Awlun, the Anurai tsahìk, as well as with the leader of the Aranahe trading party, and explained the whole situation. She was allowed to join the Anurai, and she and Se'txelu began courting officially, and became mates not long after.

But wait! All these words and we haven't even mentioned Rolukx yet! Rolukx is Se'txelu's older brother, by roughly five or six years. When the boys were young, their father, Tanu, was involved in a hunting accident and almost died. He survived and is fine now, save a few scars, but there was a period of time where his condition was critical and his survival unclear. Se'txelu doesn't really remember this incident because he was too young, but Rolukx does, and it really affected him. Up until that point, he, like many young children, thought of his dad as invincible...this brush with death shattered that innocent belief for poor Rolukx; he became a lot more nervous and paranoid about safety and, well, mortality. One way he dealt with this trauma was becoming very protective of his little brother, even after they became adults (and to be fair, his worries over Se'txelu's safety aren't entirely unfounded because, again, clumsy dork lol). 

Though he spends a lot of his time keeping an eye on his brother, Rolukx is actually a musician and instrument maker by trade, and he's very good at it. The knife he carries is not (usually) used for hunting or cooking, but rather for whittling bone (and other materials, but Anurai clan so mostly bone lol) into intricate flutes and whistles. He plays them beautifully as well, but unfortunately suffers from stage fright and dislikes playing in front of others. The only person he'll consistently play for is his mother Lunaya, who was always very encouraging of his talents (he's a bit of a mama's boy).

Rolukx was a little wary of Neynari at first, as he felt like Se'txelu was rushing into this relationship with some random girl from another clan way too fast. But Se'txelu seemed happy, and when Neynari showed genuine interest in Rolukx's whittling skills, offering to teach him some Aranahe beading and weaving tips in exchange for some whittling and music ones, he warmed up to her and they wound up being pretty good friends, so Rolukx approves of his brother's relationship. 

Lunaya, the boys' mother, happens to also love beaded accessories and hit it off with Neynari right away. Neynari appreciates having her around because she reminds her of her own mother, even if Lunaya is much more extroverted and eccentric than Seylana was. 

(deep breath) sooooooooooo.....I think that covers most of it. those are my dumb dumbs, enjoy

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for initiating pvp in my d&d game?

[tw: fictional cannibalism]

so, this is kind of about something that i ALMOST did but backed out of, but i regret not doing it because i think it couldve been good both strategically and for roleplay fodder, but the reason i backed out was because i was worried it would be an asshole move. there's been other similar stuff that i did actually commit to, so i'll talk about that too.

for context, I'm playing Curse of Strahd with an internet group who i dont really know very well outside of dnd. ive played with all the people in the group before, but just in oneshots. we dont really chat much outside the game.

my character is a dhampir barabarian who is chaotic evil because she. uh. well she eats people. she's the only evil PC in the party, and i've been very conscious of that fact because i dont want to be That Player that completely ruins everyone else's fun by being a rampaging murderhobo. (for those who dont know CoS is a horror campaign that has a lot of fucked up violent stuff in it, so this is not extremely out of place for the setting. one of the other party members is also undead, but hes good-aligned.)

some of the stuff that has actually happened has included my character sneaking away from the party to feed on a random villager (she was followed by another party member) and also trying to eat the corpse of a guy we let die in order to save ourselves. i dont think this was assholey of me because the "pvp" in those situations amounted to slapfights and ic arguing, which i think was good roleplay. i also recently attacked a party member during combat, because my character was raging (heightened emotional state) and he basically triggered her while they were fighting side by side so she lashed out at him. the attack was a bite (potential max damage of like 6) rather than with her weapon (potential max damage of 14) but it missed anyway.

which brings me to the thing i didnt do, but wish i did.

basically, we were fighting some vampire spawn and it wasnt looking good for us. our frontline fighters (myself included) were low on hp, our cleric was being menaced by Strahd himself, and our warlock was unconscious. iirc there were two spawn left to kill when i realized i could do something beneficial to myself with no MECHANICAL cost to the party, but i was worried (ooc) that doing this would have unexpected consequences or make the other players not want to play with me anymore.

our unconscious warlock had been stabilized with Spare the Dying, so he was unconscious but not making death saving throws. being a dhampir, my character has the ability to bite a humanoid and regain hp equal to the damage caused. i hadnt been able to use this ability on these enemies, because it doesnt work on undead. but our warlock is laid out all unconscious and looking like a snack... if i had bitten him, it would have automatically been a critical hit and done double damage, therefore also healing me more, and although it would have caused him to lose two death saving throws, he was technically stable at that point. idk. the dm might have ruled that taking new damage would have restarted death saving throws, but i dont know that for sure. it seemed like a very slim chance that doing this would have resulted in the character's death, but i didnt want to take the chance because i KNOW that would have for sure made me the asshole.

tell me, tumblr. did i do the right thing by choosing not to attack my fallen camrade even though it would have healed my character? would i have been the asshole for initiating that kind of pvp without asking the other player first?

[cccc-aus]

The CCCC x Pokemon Mystery Dungeon AU

(also I haven’t decided if I want to open up asks again yet, so don’t even bother)

So I was thinking about that one post I made a while back about a PMD AU. The result was this convoluted list of random compiled headcanons. Enjoy.

In General / Set-up

Takes place in a timeline where Soul did commit suicide after The Bidding just like he said he would, resulting in the events of Light never happening and the time loop ending prematurely

Basically, the Headspace was destroyed and the three died, but instead of the timeline resetting like normal they just showed up in the Pokemon world

This is an interesting case, because their memories are still intact, but they have absolutely zero idea what the hell a Pokemon is, so basically the opposite of typical PMD protagonists

In this universe, Pokemon are typically divided into sapients and non-sapients (or ‘ferals’)

As well as that, humans that show up in this world- since they’re, whilst very rare, still a known phenomenon- do so in forms that look distinct from the species they’re supposed to be, and more often than not as a completely different type as well!

When they wake up, they’re separated so it takes about a day for them to actually find each other, but they reunite rather easily. And so began the tale of the land’s latest and greatest rescue tea…

…sorry, did I say rescue team? Uh, no, no they’re not. They’re just a bunch of assholes who deeply despise their current situation, are absolutely certain that there’s a way back home despite what everyone tells them, and think the Mystery Dungeons are key to that.

They ain’t no heroes in this place, and that’s a fact. Just selfish jackasses who just happen to do lots of heroic stuff by coincidence while pursuing their own goals.

Heart

Heart is a Poison-type Sobble (that gains the Dark type upon evolving into Inteleon). He is also, unfortunately, still blind

It’s not like his biology actually matters since he’s the only member of this subspecies, but I’m going to include it anyways for context:

They’re supposed to live near caves (and urban areas, but only if it took place in a modern human world, which it doesn’t), navigating the world mostly through scent

Like many Poison-types, they get by by intentionally eating potentially harmful things in order to fuel their abilities

Poison Sobble specifically harness these powers as defence mechanisms, never attacking anything unless they think it intends to harm them (though they do feel threatened very easily…)

They’re also nocturnal, and spend most daylight hours in the aforementioned caves, as well as self-dug holes (ha) if there aren’t any safe hiding spots nearby

Anyways, back to Heart himself… well, he’s blind, and has no idea where he is besides the fact that he basically just died, so he probably just thought this was some weird purgatory for a while

He didn’t know why he was some kind of lizard thing all of a sudden, or why his sense of smell was so strong, and the only thing he still had with him was his blindfold, which he got understandably attached to as it was the only thing he had left

Though, by the time he was just starting to process the idea of being a gross lizard thing for the rest of his life, Mind found him, and god he had never been happier to hear that asshole’s voice in his life.

They stayed close together for the next few hours (though Mind was still tempted to wash his hands afterwards, even before he found out the lizard he was holding hands with the whole time was actually poisonous), until eventually they found Soul

Once he gets used to it, though that takes a while, he gets pretty content with the idea of staying for the rest of their lives, though he still prefers the Headspace

He does have a lot of sleepless nights there, though: partly because he’s nocturnal, and partly because there’s no way he didn’t get nightmares at some point about the fact that he literally died a few days ago

Oh, and once he evolves into Inteleon, his blindfold comes off, and his eyes inexplicably grow back! So he’s very happy about that

Mind

Mind is an Electric-type Snivy (that gains the Steel type upon evolving into Serperior)

They shed their skins once every year, and the shed skin comes off in a form resembling a leather jacket that they carry around with them (see art of Snivy!Mind that I reblogged from my main blog awhile back)

They mainly eat feral Water-type Pokemon, since I figure eating things that are weak to electricity is a good way to fuel that power

Though, just because they can generate their own electricity, that still doesn’t mean they won’t go to rather bizarre lengths to store as much as possible…

…”rather bizarre lengths” totally not meaning “climbing up to the top of metal poles during thunderstorms trying to get struck by lightning, and then getting all giddy and cackling like madmen with euphoria on the off chance it actually works”.

Anyways, when he first woke up in that world, he… dealt with it. He liked being able to eat and sleep again after so long of being a robot. He didn’t like… anything else.

For hours on end, he could hardly walk with Snivy’s tiny-ass twig legs. He had to crane his head around like a bird’s just to get a good look at anything with eyes like that. As well as far more hateable things about his new body and new home.

He was still concerned for Soul even after he basically killed them all, but he would deny being worried about Heart until his dying breath. Either way, he still tried to go look for them as soon as he got a hang of moving around in his new form.

He’s easily the one who hates it there the most. Too illogical, with all the superpowered animals that can talk sometimes and can’t the rest of the time.

He’s basically the driving force keeping the other two focused on getting back home like they all promised

He finds it easy to get caught up in the whimsy of the Pokemon world… but less in the “wow this place is so cool!” way and more in the “WHY IS IT CALLED THAT. EVOLUTION MY ASS THAT IS CLEARLY METAMORPHOSIS.” way.

Like Heart, he probably also has nightmares about dying in the Headspace, but tries his best to just suck it up and deal with the trauma

Soul

Soul is a Psychic-type Torchic (that gains the Dragon type once it evolves into Blaziken)

I haven’t decided how its biology would work, so I’ll have to skip that part but

Once he shows up there, he decides he pretty much loves the idea of being a psychic chicken for the rest of what’s basically his afterlife… until he realises Heart and Mind are there too.

Mind slaps him the first time they reunite, resulting in yet another petty sibling fight, and eventually Soul reluctantly agrees to help them all get home. (Though of course, he did subconsciously miss Heart and Mind quite a bit, even if he didn’t realise it.)

Even after that agreement he still doesn’t hide the fact that he greatly prefers being a psychic chicken to the shit he used to go through in the Headspace.

Once he evolves into Combusken, he probably makes many a joke about the fact that he is a cock that’s also shaped like a cock.

He would also have frequent nightmares at some point, but not about his death. It’s about the fact that he could potentially be stuck as one third of a whole for the rest of his existence.

He feels like he can’t escape Heart and Mind, and what they made him into. Of course, it’s not actually their fault, but he still blames them for it, because it’s convinient.

For now, though, he’ll just enjoy spending the rest of the foreseeable future as a psychic, draconic rooster.

[prima-materia-ttrpg]

Accidents and God, or Metaphysicalities

Over the past week, I've been cannibalizing the Professions system of Prima Materia and shunting those mechanics into other places. Not every mechanic I pulled out of them fit with the existing systems of the game, which presented an opportunity for me to make an entirely new system that I think is very cool called Metaphysicalities. Metaphysicalities are very rare quirks that allow for a character to do strange and maybe even helpful things that interact with the metaphysics of the setting.

What is the system?

Metaphysicalities is a system that's being wrapped into character creation. Not every character will have a metaphysicality; in fact, most characters likely won't. In order to explain why this is, I also have to explain how I'm reworking character creation at least a bit. The original character creation system was pretty simple, you choose a species, background, profession, and allocate points. The new system does away with professions, splits up backgrounds a bit, and adds metaphysicalities. It also introduces rolling for certain things, one of those things is whether or not your character has a metaphysicality, and what that specific metaphysicality is. There are also some other metaphysicalities which can't be rolled for because it doesn't make sense for them to be random, which I'll talk about in a bit. Rolling for a metaphysicality involves rolling a d100 to see if you have one. I haven't decided yet whether the metaphysicalities should be on the d100 table directly, or if it should determine whether or not you roll on a specific metaphysicalities table. However, random tables don't always make for the kind of story a player wants to tell, so there will be optional rules for picking a metaphysicality, likely at a cost in character creation.

In the meantime, let's get out of the weeds of hard mechanics land and get right into talking about-

What Metaphysicalities Do

All metaphysicalities cause the affected character to interact with the metaphysics of the setting in some way. Generally speaking, a metaphysicality happens when the ousia (oo-see-uh) that makes up the soul of a person is abnormal or has been tampered with in some way. Of course, this is about as useful as saying elements are made of matter that's interacted with other matter in specific ways, so here are the specific metaphysicalities that have been written thus far.

Vessel Vessel used to be a profession, and is the reason metaphysicalities now exist.

Vessels are born with a soul that is predisposed to be able to host more than one consciousness. While some Vessels live mundane lives unaware of this quirk of the soul, it can result in attention - unwanted or otherwise - from beings that wish to make your soul and body a home for themselves. These beings, called consorts when they bind with a vessel, will sometimes pay their keep on principal by performing magical favors for the host. Others require a working relationship between consort and vessel to be productive.

Draconian Draconian used to be a background, and is only able to be taken by a Possum from a specific region of the world. You cannot be born with this metaphysicality.

You hail from Balaura, the successor to the Aelian Empire, ruled by the living god Aelius Soarstea. You were taken before Aelius Soarstea as part of your coming of age ceremony, and now bear his mark. The mark gives you the ability to sense danger, and call for divine help in times of need; but it also binds you to the will of Aelius, which is not so easily broken.

Prophet Prophets were originally going to be a class inspired by biblical prophets, but they got written as a metaphysicality instead because I got rid of classes. This is another one that has to be chosen rather than rolled.

You have been chosen by a god to do great works and change the course of history. Should you heed the call of strange dreams and visions, you will be granted the ability to perform miracles to aid you on your holy quest. Otherwise, if you refuse the call, the gods will deem you unfit for service and such privileges as performing miracles will be revoked.

Miraculous The Miraculous are the latest metaphysicality I've written, made to replace another one I deemed unfit for the setting. The idea behind this one is essentially "what if luck ontologically exists, but only for some people?"

The circumstances of your birth were auspicious. Your mother may have had a very easy birth where nothing went wrong. Or many things may have gone wrong, and yet you survived the ordeal. Whatever the circumstances, this swinging pendulum of luck has stayed with you throughout your life making it one of extremes. Horrible luck may cause your home to burn down around you, as good luck lets you survive it. Good luck may cause you to come into a great deal of money and bad luck may be that the check gets lost in the mail for a month before it can reach you. There are times when you can force one luck or the other to manifest, but the pendulum will always swing the other way eventually.

Reborn Some believe when a disembodied spirit is unwilling to freely unravel, it jealously takes the first breath of an infant and becomes a Reborn. Others say a spirit that by chance wanders too close to an infant will become trapped in the body. Whatever the case, this spirit becomes a latticework indistinguishable from your own soul. If you are able to push through confusing and sometimes alien memories, with practice you may be able to draw upon the skills this spirit had in its previous life.

Seer This is my personal favorite, it draws on tropes I enjoy.

You were born able to see things others can't. Your eyes pierce past the mundane into the Ousia that makes up souls, spirits, thoughts, and the fonts that spew Prima Materia onto the surface of the world. With practice, you can tell when someone is lying, or when they will do something before they know it themselves. However, you cannot stop seeing Ousia in the world, which can be distressing to your senses and highly disorienting. Seers that are blind don't deal with this distraction, and often become the most highly skilled

Dreamwalker This is also my personal favorite, it draws loosely on experiences I have had when I was more spiritual.

Where we go when we dream is a mystery that even the talkative gods have trouble answering. Since you were a child, your dreams have been almost as real as life, and the doors to the space between realities have opened to you. Legends of dreamwalkers speak of finding secret information and bringing objects into the waking world from the space between. All is not safe, however, as injuries sustained in your dreams of the space between often bleed through to your waking body.

But wait, there's more!

These are all the metaphysicalities that I'm writing, bar any strange moods or other inspiration. However, they're far from done. I'm still working on the crunch part of these, with mechanics that will hopefully convey the narrative of the quirks in a way that's fun and satisfying.

If you read this far, thanks! The next mechanics post will in all likelihood be a more in-depth post about the updated character creation, and Species Highlight - Possum is being worked on.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Okay fuck it. The Discord has helped me make a new AU.

BNHA!Pokemon but this time it's Mystery Dungeon! So they're actual Pokemon instead of just trainers with Pokemon.

It actually works really well because like. Heroes = Explorers. Hero Agencies = Guilds. So on and so forth. UA is basically a training Guild for new Explorers to learn the ropes.

Uh. So who is what Pokemon? Fuck we're gonna get complicated.

One thing of note is that all the kids are first stage Evolutions because ya know. Baby. They're probably going to evolve over the course of the series but I'll list where they start

Izuku - combining the original pokemon au's thing of Izuku not realizing what Legendaries are and the monster au's Changeling thing. Izuku is a Mew that thinks he's a Shaymin. Kind of a 'Mewthree' actually? Long story we'll come back to it.

Katsuki - Riolu (it evolves with FRIENDSHIP just fuckin kill me!)

Ochako - Cleffa! Cute round pink motherfucker from space!

Kirishima - Sandshrew (technically ground not rock but I have a reason and it's a VIBE)

Kaminari - Pichu(BABY PLEASE)

Jiro - Noibat

Tsu - Froakie

Aoyama - Staryu

Fumikage - Murkrow

Hagakure - Kecleon

Sero - Spinark

Ojiro - Aipom

Sato - Milcrey (but like. Big.)

Momo - Eevee(unsure on later Eeveelution)

Himiko - Zorua

Mei - Tinkaton

Tetsutetsu - Alolan Sandshrew(matches with Kiri because siblings but steel type!)

Monoma - Smeargle

All Might - Palafin (Come on it's PERFECT)

Recovery Girl - Blissey

Present Mic - Chatot (LOOK I CAN'T NOT)

Nezu - Ironically, he's the random Human who got yeeted into this mess

Midnight - Slazzle

Cemetoss - Conkeldurr

Power Loader - Exadrill

-

Before we circle back to Izuku's nonsense let's talk about the Todoroki Family!

Enji is an Incineroar! Rei is an Alolan Ninetails!

Toya is a Kantonian Ninetails but he got the Alolan's Snow Cloak ability.

Natsuo is the opposite, being Alolan but with Flash Fire.

Fuyumi is full Alola

Shoto is still a chimera so both Kanto and Alola.

-

Now we circle back to Izuku's fuckery!

So like. We're kinda rolling with the fact that the Mystery Dungeon games happen post-Human Apocalypse? (possibly using the events of Detective Pikachu as how that happened?)

Which leads to having AfO being a very old and VERY pissed off Mewtwo.

Part of what he was doing was kind of a cycle of bullshit that involved trying to recreate himself/recreate the original Mew. Which resulted in Izuku being made.

Izuku is unaware of this, as he escaped pretty soon after waking up(probs teleported his ass out lmao). He's lost and confused and his instincts have him use Transform to turn into the nearest other Pokemon, which happens to be Inko who is a Shaymin. Inko thinks she just happened across an abandoned hatchling and goes 'well my baby now!'.

There really isn't a direct translation for being Quirkless with Izuku. I think the best thing would be that since he's not actually a Shaymin and isn't aware he can use transform, Gracidea Flowers have no affect on him. So he gets a bit othered for being a little fucky in that regard. But it's not quite the same.

[waywardsalt]

Hey, thanks for the response on the post where I asked about what people dislike ab totk! I genuinely appreciate it a lot, and you summarized most of my thoughts about this beautifully!

Here's something you might find interesting: something about this game's pacing REALLY bothered me from the start, and I think I know what it is. Totk, despite being an open world game that you can pour a ton of time into, feels short. It's a really weird feeling, and I think it can be explained in that Nintendo is trying to use the linear storytelling format for a nonlinear game, which is also why the ability to see the tears in a random order was disorienting, and why the stories from the ancient sages felt so repetitive.

The gameplay is long, but the story isn't! If you compare it to Skyward Sword, for example! In sksw, you go through each of the areas once, and then again with some changes, and then again with more. There's several clear acts, and even if the game is super super linear and recieves criticism for that, it works really well in that context. Additionally, the characters more than make up for the linearity of the story. Totk tries to take that same format, but doesn't seem to understand that this format is for a linear story. It only has a very brief story, and the story to gameplay ratio is so dragged out that unless you get invested in the world, it all starts to feel really stupid and pointless. Unfortunately, totk fails at getting us invested, too.

I really hope this made ANY sense at all, ty again for the input!! I love the responses I'm getting on that post djbdjsndns :D

Hi, you're welcome for my uh... totk rant, I guess? I covered a lot of stuff in it but I wouldn't say I covered everything bc there is... a lot abt that game that rubs me the wrong way in one way or another.

totk is definitely an odd case, it being an open world game that does try to adhere to linear game rules, you’re right- and i’d say the story is severely kneecapped by that attempt on the game’s part to have its cake and eat it too. it tries to mix what botw brought to the table with what was done in the past, but because botw is vastly different in what it does than past zelda games, the result is a messily paced, poorly-told, gameplay-focused with piss-easy mandatory puzzle segments result, failing to capture the advantages of linear games and instead making those specific parts considerably weaker.

people give linear games shit for… honestly, im not totally sure, as someone who really enjoys linear games. they allow for a good focus on story and character, mostly because you can have a set pace and passing of time and order of events. totk tries to implement linear style elements into a game where you can do anything out of order, so in the end the story is surprisingly brief but slow paced because you have to travel so far for everything and they have to account for you doing everything in any order, hence... repeating the same fucking information as a reward for four of the dungeons (which, i don't care how you feel about this game, is an awful fucking choice i mean holy SHIT), and is probably why the interactions with the new sages include very brief character arcs or something, they wanted to include some kind of linear character stories but it all just got stuffed in between a bunch of mini-main quests.

the fact that effectively half of the main story happens ages in the past and is communicated through brief cutscenes that can easily be encountered out of order, too, is kind of a pitiful way to tell the story. they're all basically glorified exposition dumps since nothing about them will change, they're all events that have already happened and have nothing to do with the player except hyping them up i guess.

the dungeons themselves are awkwardly transposed from a more linear game style with them relying on a specific skill to some degree, but they just fall so flat compared to past linear zelda dungeons. in botw the divine beasts honestly worked because the mechanic of manipulating the beasts themselves and the activating of switches fit perfectly with the setup of the dungeons being huge machines, while there isn't as good of a story example as to why totk's dungeons have the same switch mechanic. botw's divine beasts work pretty well in an open world setting. totk's just fall to pieces in an open with setting, even discounting how ascend could just snap them in half entirely. you just... can't have the same kind of dungeons as past zelda games in an open world format. once you take out the array of specific-use progressively-earned items, you're just left with this tiny little gmod ass toolbox to do what felt like baby's first loz-style dungeon. go to the clearly marked waypoint, do one (1) simple puzzle, get reward.

i miss mini bosses, rooms with puzzles that had to be solved to unlock a door or a doorkey, and even the experience of wandering around just trying to figure out what to do next. honestly, the first half of the lightning temple was the best part of all of the dungeons put together, and then we're back to 'go to four different rooms to do four different easy puzzles'. linear games have genuine advantages over open world games, and open world games have their own advantages. in the story segments, totk just ignores the advantages inherent to it's game's basic style in favor of trying and failing to emulate the advantages of a very different game style.

totk is so paradoxically unable to tear itself away from the series' past while at the same time disregarding series staples and even big parts of its own goddamn prequel.

in my experience with the game, as far as i can remember, i believe i went around and opened all of the towers, did some shrines and the depths, got the master sword, did the main quests with some side quests, then sped through getting all of the memories in order, then did the final boss. in between all of that, i managed to get all of the armor, do every single shrine, and open the entirety of the depths. i did not give a single damn about the story by the end. for me, with my playstyle, everything was just... spread out over such a long period of time so there was barely any urgency at all, i experienced the memories all in quick succession while already knowing the big twist (which. btw. i didnt care about. i wasnt really endeared to zelda and link's lack of visual interest during cutscenes just brought up the question of if he doesnt care why should i), and since this game's story is more linear, it just felt so disjointed and strange and... not important.

with botw it makes pretty good sense why link may take ages, why you could get the memories however you want, all of that. zelda is keeping things with ganon on pause for you. all of the big stuff happened in the past. you are here in the present, in the ruins of the past, a blank slate come to eventually complete the mission that you had failed, at the same time discovering this new world and becoming re-acquainted to it with this strange second chance you've been given. totk doesn't have this excuse. at least in past zelda games, you did things in a specific order, so when you wanted to fuck around, it was usually something related to or based on your progress. if you want to fuck around in oot what you can do is based on where you are in the game and even then it all ends up wrapping back around to bolstering link for the end. getting hearts, better items... like every side quest in every other loz game did. in totk you can do a sidequest for like. one flower. and what does that even do for you. it doesn't have the excuse of the honestly pretty well crafted setup and world state of botw.

i really don't know what happened during the development of totk, and i can't imagine it was the smoothest thing in the world, esp considering the pandemic hitting in the middle of it. but just... it just feels like it failed in so many regards and was just... so disappointing, and yet people are heralding it as the best zelda game and- this is not what i want a zelda game to be! i want a zelda game to have those wonderful puzzle-filled dungeons with well-written main characters and music that fits the setting and feels supported by the game's events and a unique setting with unique little nooks and crannies and good pacing and act structure and like. some kind of heart to it. not just another big open-world game created to be the big open world game where you can do this one amazing specific cool thing that TOTALLY is worth the $70 or whatever else it may be priced around the world.

idk. to me what makes zelda games zelda games is the linear storytelling and those complex dungeons and specific method of progression, and botw's new open-world emulation of the sense that loz 1 gave does not and probably will not ever be able to mix with that linear style unless you have massive in game game style shifts to allow for it. either return to the old format or just commit to the series becoming Triple A Open World Game Series Number 34

[patchdotexe]

ok heck it uhhh stickmolus

(this is still one of my fav drawings for it. the guuuyyyys)

it is! a Henry Stickmin au! taking place in our Limoliverse setting, which is the catch-all name for.. several stories we haven't made any content of except character designs and incoherent tumblr posts. um. hm. WELL the part that matters is that everybody is aliens!

it's a very loose adaption of the whole series, except with the twist being that henry is jumping between routes willy-nilly and potentially even creating brand new ones as he goes thanks to breaking things in unexpected ways. you know how it is with spaghetti. also there's a lot of background worldbuilding that we are very bad at actually implementing

(also it has an askblog! @stickmolus is in a weird limbo state on account of the exhaustion and my difficulty to keep up an ongoing interactive project, but its fun to read and i still think about picking it back up. i want to so bad. i am my own worst enemy)

quick hits:

Henry is.. something! nobody knows what his species is, including himself. he just straight up spawned one day and immediately began doing crime. this immediately got the attention of the CCC, especially once he started pulling out every power and item out of his back pocket and launching between timelines at random.

everyone's response to him is some form of panic on account of him being an Unauthorized Fucking Thing. speaks english but also writes in minecraft galactic and can make nether portal noises. he's not mute but there's a pretty big language barrier he's trying to work around and when he is able to talk to people he's pretty sparse with words. his head is weirdly shaped and i admire max's ability to actually Make A Whole Ass Sculpture Of This Guy oh my god i just looked over at my shelf and got emotional

i did animation memes with all 3 of triple threat and henry's is RENARD!

Charles is a pilot for the Limolian military and is certified in both air and space travel! good for him. he's a limolus, which is kinda the "mascot species" for the setting seeing as its. named after them. they've got your basic run-of-the-mill psychic powers tropes and are heavily inspired by Giegue from the Mother series! i could talk about them for a very long time. LET'S TALK ABOUT CHARLES.

charles was stationed on earth for a while and as a result is considered kinda Weird because he picked up a lot of earth culture stuff. he's fluent in both english and lilio so he's henry's translator, although his translation is pretty loose and skips details and basically he is not reliable no matter how hard he tries. i love him

his animation meme is BAM BAM! and it was really really fun to make. i love drawing charles i love thinking abt charles he is My Boy

ELLIE oh my god this drawing doesnt have her tattoos. what the hell. ellie is ALSO a limolus! they can be colours besides red its just that ellie and charles are both red. anyway. she's very good at telekinesis because canon ellie already uses the force, so that's her solution to most problems. her relationship with henry is a bit rockier from the get-go due to a communication barrier on Several Levels, but theyre able to get along! ..in some routes. oops.

uhhhh she's actually got some pretty intense backstory that hasnt come up yet because Ellie Has Not Appeared On The Blog At All for the love of god why did i pick the order i did its gonna be FOREVER until we see ellie AUGH. but she got locked up in the wall for some Pretty Serious Crimes (like uh. treason?) and even in timelines where she joins up with charles there's some friction because of that.

her animation meme is Wolf in Frenzy which is probably the best one ive made so far ngl

Reginald's anatomy is terrible and i hate drawing him. also he's a musae, which are very long/tall and very venomous. the toppats overall are a ragtag group of people of various species and various backgrounds, in stark contrast to the govt which is like 90% limoli. also he's a pathetic noodle of a man but that doesn't stop him from being a tricky bastard

i didn't animate him but he shows up in RENARD for like 5 seconds if that counts

uuhhhh also i have a "#stickmolus au" tag. which is probably pretty incoherent. im tired

[taylortruther]

the language discourse is so interesting to me bc where I’m from you HAVE to know three languages by the time you’re in primary school: georgian, russian (although this is becoming less common as the relationship with the country sours even further, which is sad imo bc it’s a beautiful language), and obviously english. i’m not saying kids speak these languages perfectly, but they do learn them. our casual everyday speech is a mishmash of regular georgian, random words borrowed from russian (this is so widespread that it applies to people who don’t speak any russian at all), and english online slang. we also text with the latin alphabet a lot bc the georgian one is a hassle (I guess?). obviously, that isn’t ideal to say the least, but I feel like learning a lot of languages while young should still be encouraged. I’m surprised it isn’t as common in america, where the education system is decidedly stronger (I know people have their complaints, which is fair, but, uh, just take my word on this one).

that's cool as hell! i have several colleagues who speak multiple languages because they are from the russia-poland-belarus-ukraine-georgia area, one of them knew like 12 languages or dialects because of proximity and the state of belarus at the time she lived there, which is awesome.

i grew up in a city in texas that is like 80% mexican or latino and, as a result, leans spanish-speaking anywhere you go. it's actually the only place i've personally ever visited in the us where english isn't the assumed language. that's the only reason my parents taught it to me: they had lots of family and a community to speak it to me. but once we moved when i was a kid that ability kinda went away :/

i def wish americans learned languages younger. i feel like american exceptionalism has something to do with it, and also this vicious cycle where there is a teacher shortage + an even more extreme shortage of teachers who are multilingual. so even if the govt wanted to update the curriculum to include a language requirement earlier (i think the only requirement is maybe 2 years for high school graduation) there'd be no one to teach any languages that would be common here, like spanish.

all to say: i also wish more americans (including myself) could speak multiple languages. i just don't spend a lot of time thinking of taylor's inability to do so (i know you weren't saying that maria but just to bring it back to the ask that started it all lmao.)

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Palmer

Don't think I can get over that he's actually a PokeFair. I know people complain about random nobodies being PokeFair but I think this is the worst one. This is a guy who can literally be skipped. You could easily just never meet Palmer. "Oh, but he's Barry's dad so everyone knows him!" I guess? I dunno, man, Palmer never left an impression on me, and I'm a Sinnoh Simp.

General Overview Striker. Normal type with Regigigas. Uh oh.

If you're thinking this is an easy skip, think again. Normal Zone, a base move with 260BP, a Buddy move that's a Max Move, an actual Max Move, good multipliers, and I shit you not, +3 Physical Moves Up Next each attack after he has a sync buff. Just a flat +120% bonus damage every attack. That is obscene. It's also what you need to counteract lack of supereffective damage.

Normal types can never on-type, and thus have approximately half the damage output of other types. As a result, think about how rough off-typing is without really good offensive traits. That's what Normal needed. And Palmer finally delivers. Normal Zone, 260BP move at 1/5, and an entire +120% bonus to every single attack after first sync from anywhere. Palmer is a monster.

But I promised being harsh on things now, so here's the consideration against Palmer: what Normal types do damage?

No really, think about this one. I've pulled every Zone unit because I am a slut for field effects, and a huge part of that is the team support. What team is Palmer supporting? What Normal types do damage? The answer: there aren't any. Gladion's type shift means he doesn't care about Normal Zone. Hugh and Norman, the only two with actual DPS as normal types, have severe recoil that will kill them instantly. Everyone runs Headbutt and Body Slam for utility, since damage is unreliable. The only character who cares is Hugh, who's about as strong as Palmer's sync even after Palmer gets Tech Role, but whose EX sync spreads damage, which means weakening Crush Grip significantly. Palmer has a supportive effect, but no one to support, and nothing else to offer. He doesn't really have debuffing ability, the Buddy move is meant to kill. So he's an astonishingly poor Zone setter, and exists just for his own damage. If he's not a favorite, why bother? Normal isn't a required typing.

I also want to talk about another issue: fast-ramping. Many are indicating a preference for Palmer teams to focus on fast-ramping, since his +3 PMUN every attack after sync is considered ideal, so just rush to sync. Problem: Palmer's setup is three turns. Two turns to boost, and one to set Zone. If you shave a turn off of that, you now require a support that boosts Atk/crit, which isn't specifically hard to come by, but may be wasteful given Palmer's capability. With an EX Support sync, he's likely one-shotting a side regardless, so what value is there in the fast-ramp? I really do think it's an overrated approach.

EX, Role, and Move Level? 3/5 gets him multipliers. His Role is Tech. Which is a nice bonus to his sync, don't get me wrong. But listen. I don't think you should EX Palmer. At time of writing, we don't know how sharply his DPS drops on Crush Grip. Dealing damage via sync is disadvantageous, and Palmer's sync is notably weak without the role. With it, he's hitting around Hugh's damage. Without it, it's chip damage at best, and may ruin the BP of Crush Grip. Palmer especially wouldn't want that on spread damage. I think Palmer's the type of sync pair that never, ever wants to touch sync. Let the Support EX do it, and then crush everything.

Team 1: Palmer, SS Acerola, Tech Kangaskhan I mean, come on. Just stack physical moves to high hell and use a Tech Eggmon with matched theme skills for Leer, see how long that stage lasts.

Team 2: Palmer, Lodge Acerola, Hugh/Whitney Getting slightly more dynamic, Lodge Acerola gives the stats needed for Palmer to take only one turn of self-setup. Her ability to boost speed on dodges, including successful confuse hits, is also helpful to sustain a potential dual strike comp. Enter Hugh, who is packing the last few tools needed. First, a flinch rate in Headbutt, to stall out turns. Second, a high-power finishing move to take care of something with low HP that Palmer can't one-shot. But I also want to mention the Whitneys. Both are fairly decent Tech nukes, just languishing in Normal type. With a Zone, they're able to nuke much more effectively. And notably, their sync does not spread, meaning that Palmer's Crush Grip is able to maintain at full power.

Team 3: Palmer, Winter Whitney, Hugh For more Gauntlet contexts, or just ambitious 3v3s, Winter Whitney is a nice tank. Considering you always play off-type and can't take Standard Damage Reduction, Horn Leech is on the table for sustain. that said, The real reason I bring her up is the combination of flinch, and Terrain benefits. Electric gets speed, Grass gets defense drops. Both are excellent. I mention Hugh as another good flinch bot to really lock down an opponent while Whitney focuses on Move Gauge Boost to set up the Terrain, but also if you have the increased secondary chance of moves thing active in CS, their flinch should be at like 90%, so you can really just deny everything.

Final Thoughts Palmer is incredibly straightforward as a Striker, but god is it funny. This what Normal types needed. What a guy. It's a shame this month jaded me into picking one sync pair for the month, or I'd go for him.

[mariska]

hello tumblr friends who live in my phone i just wanted to pop in real quick and let everyone know that I Am (somehow) Still Alive since i mentioned being very sick last month and did not want anyone 2 think i had finally Expired. wish i could say i'm doing better this month but while im definitely nowhere near as miserable as i was in April, i've been spending this month trying to deal with Sickness Aftershocks that have been making all of my long term autoimmune diseases/health issues in general flare up randomly really bad at pretty much completely random times and i also have a whole new fun set of similar feeling but definitely different and 100x worse physical health problems and its been extremely difficult to try and power through all of it like i'm used to doing for the 26 years i have been alive 😔 but i'm still hangin in there. idk how at this point lmao. subconscious fight or flight survival mode i guess. i'm like 99% sure i somehow caught one of the new covid mutations in April unfortunately despite the lifelong Agoraphobia and 3+ years of effort i've done to do literally everything in my ability to stay protected against it but. thats life i guess, u leave the house one or two times masked up hand sanitizer ready to go sweating from being overheated wearing clothes that cover as much of ur skin as u can stand and other people just Dont. so. i knew it would probably happen to me eventually i just was really hoping it would not! but. i will continue surviving as best i can because i dont have any other option or choice. but that is why i've unintentionally been distant here and online in general. it was already extremely difficult getting myself out of bed and taling showers and changing clothes and brushing my teeth and remembering to eat food and drink water before but now its reached a difficulty that i literally can't have any control over most of the time and its a lot of physical/mental/emotional effort to even tap reblog on a post online or respond to a text more so than it was previously. which again was already. very difficult to power through.

anyways! uh! yeah. life update i guess. i hope you guys are genuinely doing much better than i am this year and i hope you're all able to stay safe and as relatively healthy as you can. and please please please please at the very least wear some form of a face mask in public even if you're outside and not in a tiny building. i dont say that to shame anyone here i just feel like there are a lot of well meaning good people who arent fully aware that in the US at least the pandemic is very much not over and people like myself are suffering and dying because of that and we cant be the only group of people that are still doing our best to stay protected when we have to leave the house. if you're able to get some i highly recommend N95 type face masks because supposedly they offer one of the best chances of protection as long as you're wearing it correctly and it fits your face well; there's a really great non-profit organization called Project N95 that has an official website and a huge list of various face masks in a bunch of different sizes and types to order if you don't know where to find some high quality ones and they also have a form you can fill out and submit to request an order of free masks if you can't afford to buy them; their money donation pool goes towards providing masks (and some air purifiers i think?) to low income people/organizations/work places that doesn't have the funds or resources to constantly buy expensive batches of masks and their website is super detailed and well organized and has a long list of visual and written resources and information about different mask types, ways you can help keep yourself/your community safe, etc. so i highly recommend them if you are like me and are very stressed and anxious and confused about all of that information all the time. their site should be the at the top of the search results if you google N95 Project, it has a dot org site url so thats another way you can tell its the official site.

[c-rose2081]

Your next gen (is it called imperfect constellation?) au seems really cool. You’ve come up with some really interesting and unique powers for everyone and you really didn’t give anyone a gift that felt underwhelming in comparison to anyone else’s. Their gifts all seem a lot more double-edged than the original ones. It’ll be interesting to see the interactions between the og grandkids and the new ones too.

Is this post canon, or were they like, a healthy family.

Which of the grandkids is the biggest little shit?

If Marisa helps someone with a dream, would they know? Or does she just watch the dream, take that knowledge and help them in real life. Has she helped anyone in the family with nightmares, or does she find it like invasive or something?

Are rosa’s worlds all entirely made up by her? Would she be able to go to a fictional world she heard about? Would she be able to go to one she hasn’t heard about? And would she be able to bring anything back with her? She doesn’t seem like the type to, but it’d be funny if her room just had a bunch of random cool stuff. Like just a lightsaber lying around, and something from plants vs zombies in the corner and a tv that doesn’t work on the wall. Also, if that was possible, would Antonio be able to hang out with and take care of animals that aren’t real? Would isabela be able to recreate plants that aren’t real if she’s seen them?

Have you come up with rooms for everyone? It seems like it’d be kinda hard to make some for like, cassandría or destíne.

Would Dario be able to shift into fictional animals?

Does pasqual’s ability work on plants? If like, someone gave the family a hard time and Isa replicated that tying up thing in flightless, would he be able to save them?

I know this doesn’t have anything to do with the new kids, but would Camilo and Isabela have been nervous about not getting married? Like, I assume there wasn’t as much direct pressure on them to get married and have kids, but would they have still been a bit nervous to just be like, hey, uh, so about that marriage thing…

Anyways, sorry about all the questions, you’re really good at coming up with au’s. I’ve been keeping an eye on flightless and tainted and now there’s this one too. I don’t know how you managed to come up with three different au’s that are way better than anyone else’s takes on those ideas, but you’re, like, really good at this.

Haha thanks so much! I don’t mind a lot of questions :)

Imperfect Constellations is indeed the name of the AU. This is just to help me organize all my bits and pieces as I start to develop them, and so anyone interested can find them without having to go searching through a ‘next gen’ tag.

I really spent quite a bit of time on the kids different gifts, as I wanted them to be a blessing, but also be there to teach important lessons. Almost all of them can be considered a passive power, as none of them are quite as active or well controlled as something like Isabela’s. Now, onto your questions:

1.) Imperfect Constellations does indeed take place post-canon. The family is doing pretty well, but still has some issues, especially with a ton of new kids running around and coming of age at different times.

2.) Biggest little shit is Mariano Jr. (just Junior usually), Dolores’ youngest. Because of his powers he’s highly energetic and hard to control, and that results in a very ‘Camilo-on-steroids’ demeanor. There’s lots of pranks and picking on his siblings and cousins, running about the house in a whirlwind, and completely exhausting his family at every turn.

3.) Marisa’s powers are super invasive sometimes, and yes, she can 100% get into your head, mess around in there, and you might not even know it. She learned early though to be as transparent as possible with her powers as to avoid issues, so she usually makes herself known and doesn’t enter other peoples dreams without permission. She does indeed help with nightmares about the house; Rosa is a regular visitor to the dream chamber (aka Marisa’s room), as she has some nasty insomnia stemming from her previous life. Everyone in the house has had help with their dreams at least once.

4.) Rosa’s worlds are completely of her own making. She could try and come up with something based on description, but it would still be to her own preferences. Rosa is a pretty shy and introverted soul, and has had a lot of trauma in her past, so she uses her doors as a way to hide from the world. She usually can’t bring stuff with her, as the magic fades once she leaves the room/door. That changes depending on how much of her magic is seeping though when she becomes stressed or panicky when imagined things become more physical. Everything inside the room isn’t technically real, so the animals wouldn’t need to be tended, and the plants couldn’t be grown outside the door.

5.) I haven’t come up with ‘specific’ rooms. I have ideas though for bits and pieces. I know that Marcela’s room would be super open and airy, and let in a lot of natural sunlight. Martiza’s would be a jungle of plants like a greenhouse where she can experiment with her powers. Marisa’s room is dark with little natural light, and her ceiling projects the night sky. Rosa’s would change constantly so it would never have one specific look, and Leandro’s would be overflowing with musical instruments.

6.) Dario could shift into mythical creatures but may not have their abilities (he could transform into something that looks like a Phoenix, but can’t necessarily catch fire).

7.) Pasqual’s ability does not work on plants, as they are technically living things even if they aren’t necessarily the most sentient. He uses his powers mainly on objects to do his chores for him, or on oragami birds to make them fly.

8.) I’m sure there was a bit of worry there, but seeing as Alma really just cared about her familia’s happiness at the end there wasn’t as much tension. Especially with how many kids Dolores and Mariano ended up having XD plenty of new gifts to support the family for generations.

Thanks so much for your interest ✨✨✨ I loved answering all of these :)

[samplingmoonsters]

What if Techno is like a walking heater cause he's from the Nether and Dream who's naturally cold??

Snow crunches under their feet, warm clouds of fog escaping frozen lips, evaporating quickly in the icy air like ghosts. Endless whiteness surrounds the pair, an empty canvas yearning for a splash of color. But there are no colors for miles, nothing but an abyss of white, except for the red cloak fluttering in the wind like the wings of a newborn bird. Not for the first time, olive green eyes find themself staring at the only interesting color since they started their never-ending journey through the north.

He stares at the broad back of the warrior, well aware of the muscles hidden behind the thick fabric. A hog-like snort escapes his companion as the tall warrior lets out a hot gust of wind. Dream’s tired, freezing body jerks at the loud noise. They haven’t spoken to each other for hours, only Dream’s exhausted breath and the snow crunching under their feet filling the silence around them.

Olive-green eyes widen and he stumbles back, almost falling into the snow, as Techno rams the end of his ax into the snow next to him. They stop in their tracks, finally giving the ex-prisoner’s body a precious second to rest after hours and hours of non-stop walking. Dream’s chest rises and falls in a mix of exhaustion and fear as he stares at Techno’s back. Even after spending weeks in a tiny cell together, building a relationship that doesn’t fit into any category but runs far deeper than simple friendship, Dream’s still gets nervous when he’s confronted with the view of a sharp object. A spike of anxiety settles into his chest, his fear rising the longer he has to look at the damn netherite ax sticking out of the snow.

He trusts Techno more than anyone else on the SMP but it is still hard to let go of old fears even after months of recovering in the Piglin's small cottage. Swallowing, Dream forces his body to relax and instead moves his eyes towards Techno’s face. Anything to distract himself from the weapon still glinting in the corner of his vision like a poisonous snake ready to strike.

At one point, Technoblade has turned towards him, ember eyes staring at the lanky blond, “We should search for a place to rest for tonight.” Techno murmurs before picking his ax back up, swinging it over his shoulder before walking straight towards the line of woods surrounding the snow-covered trail.

“Ah- wait for me!” Dream calls after the other man, small feet stamping through the snow like a newborn fawn who is just learning how to walk from their mother.

Away from the trail, the snow is even higher, reaching Dream’s knees and causing the blond to get stuck on multiple occasions. He has a hard time keeping up with the pink-haired man who doesn’t seem to have any problems navigating through the snowy landscape, his thick leather boots keeping him from sinking into the snow unlike Dream’s pathetic excuse of footwear which can’t even keep his feet decently warm. He can already feel his toes starting to freeze off. If this goes on he won’t have any feet to complain about coming tomorrow morning.

If it weren't for Techno's strong hands pulling him out every now and then Dream would be forever stuck in the middle of the woods.

"Be careful where you are stepping." Techno grunts after pulling Dream out of the snow for what must be the tenth time.

Dream grumbles a curse under his breath, patting the snow from the pants before throwing a dark glare at his companion, "I do! It's not my fault the snow is, like-- ten feet high!" He stomps his feet into the snow, his childish tantrum only resulting in him soaking his pants even more.

Dream could practically hear the other roll his eyes, "Don't be dramatic...it's not that deep." As if to prove his point Techno stomps one foot into the snow. The appendage barely sinks into the snow. But all too soon Techno’s attention is stolen away once more by the distant howls of wolves. The warrior grips his ax tightly, red eyes jumping around the trees, searching for any potential danger while he waits for Dream to stop sulking around so they could start moving forward again.

Dream lets out a huff, seemingly indifferent about the continuing howls. He knows that Techno will keep him safe, so he doesn’t even bother taking out the dagger hidden inside his dark-green coat. It’s not like he would be any good in a fight. Ever since they escaped the prison, Dream quickly realized that his hands would never be able to truly hold weapons of any kind anymore, not with how much they trembled and shook. He’s happy that he could hold a cup of tea without spilling hot liquid everywhere, and hey, he can even hold a spoon without too much of a hitch.

Small progress as Techno would say.

And maybe, with a lot of training and patience, he would even be able to hold an ax again one day.

Though, that dream is rather blurry for now. Let’s rather focus on re-learning how to use a knife and fork for the moment....or Techno would have to help him cut his steak forever and that’s just fucking embarrassing. He already feels like a helpless child 75% of the time when it comes to holding anything.

Which also includes not being able to walk on snow like his companion.

Fucking piglin hybrids and their natural ability to walk over loose ground.

"...that doesn't prove anything. You-you're used to walking through snow." Crossing his arms, Dream glares at a random patch of snow near Techno's left foot. Now that they have stopped moving, Dream can feel the unbearable coldness sinking into his already half-frozen skin. Dream hates to admit it, but he does have a low tolerance when it comes to low temperatures. All his life, he has lived in hotter regions, places where the sun never stops shining all year round, and where hurricanes and heavy storms are a monthly concurrence. But now, he's forced to live in a snowy biome, far away from the sun, where it never stops snowing and the nights are long.

Dream couldn't remember when he last felt truly warm. Even in the safety of Techno's beloved cottage, there's still something cold lingering in his chest, freezing his body from the inside...

Maybe that's just his trauma showing his ugly head... Nevertheless, Dream really missed lying among the flowers, grass tickling his cheeks while he let the sun heat up his body.

And while the prison had been warm, unbearable so, the warmth wasn't the same as the feeling of sun rays on his freckled skin.

Ender, when was the last time he had worn a crop top? Felt like a billion years ago. He couldn't even wear cute outfits in this shitty weather. Fucking Antarctica...

Yearning for an outlet for his building frustration, Dream angrily kicks a small pile of snow, accidentally spraying Techno's face with the powdery substance.

For a second the woods go deathly silent as if the trees themselves could feel the tension rising between the rivals. The two men stare at each other, a silent battle taking place. Techno's narrowed red eyes promise unbearable pain, causing Dream to fidget nervously.

If there is one thing Dream hates more than raw potatoes it's complete silence. He remembers a time when silence didn't bother him. A time when he could linger in his base far underground unbothered by the pure quietness surrounding him, even enjoying it. He was used to being alone, doing his own thing, a lone wolf some would call him, but after the whole prison thing...Dream began to hate the sound of his own voice, the silence that would linger after he screamed his lungs out either from hours of torture or talking nonstop to his own reflection in the lava.

Yeah, he would much rather listen to Techno's monotone voice for hours, all day long, if it means he wouldn't have to listen to his own scrambled thoughts.

"Uh...Tech--"

Before Dream could finish his sentence his feet suddenly left the ground as his tall, lanky body was raised from the snow. The blond squeezed his eyes tightly, expecting to be body slammed into the cold abyss for revenge but instead, he felt a pleasant warmth surrounding him from all sides.

Fluttering his eyes open he's met with the sight of Techno's broad chest. Jerking his head up he stares at the piglin but the other is ignoring him, red eyes stubbornly looking forward as they continue their way through the foggy woods. Green eyes focus on the warm puffs of air escaping Techno's pink lips, the way his sharp tusks glint in the faint light like hidden daggers, and how his red eyes seem to sparkle brighter than the ice crystals littering the ground. This close, Techno's beauty is almost otherworldly.

Truly the God of Bones and Blood.

And now the God is carrying him. Carrying him bridal style while curling his precious red cape around them both.

Dream's cheeks quickly catch on fire at the unexpected turn of events.

Forcing himself to relax, he leans his cheek against Techno's armored chest, almost jerking back in surprise at how warm the other feel even through the thick layer of metal.

Oh Gods, Techno is burning, a steady warmth spilling from him in waves like a dying star. With the cape curled around them, keeping the cold air away and trapping Techno's body heat, Dream feels like he's sitting in a furnace.

A very soft, grumpy furnace.

He almost forgot how warm Techno is. When they were still in prison Dream didn’t really notice Techno’s abnormal body heat. Back then everything, the air, the water, the obsidian blocks, was hot to the touch. Soon Techno’s body heat just turned into another source of heat in the already stuffy cell.

Now, Dream welcomed the warmth.

For what feels like the first time in months, Dream feels the coldness leaves his body.

Letting out a sound that comes close to a purr, Dream leans back against Techno's chest. With his cheek pressed against the other’s armored chest, he can clearly hear Techno's strong heartbeat. The steady sound pulls him into a placid state where each one of his problems and haunting memories leaves his mind for a little while until all he can feel is the vibration of Techno's heart and the strong hands holding him up.

Protecting him.

"Just so you know, if the wolves decide to attack us, I'm throwing you into the snow." Technoblade's monotone voice drifts through the blurry edges of his mind, almost throwing him out of his serene bubble.

Not wanting to leave the peaceful corner of his mind just yet, Dream cuddles deeper into Techno's chest, successfully ignoring the Piglin's warning.

Above him Techno let out a long, tired sigh, yet, the hands around his waist are pressing him closer, a silent promise to shield him from any upcoming danger.

With a small smile on his lips, Dream lets himself sink into the peaceful abyss, the sound of Techno's heartbeat guiding him. He falls asleep to the familiar lullaby of Techno’s heartbeat.

And so, far up in the north where the sun rarely shines and the snow never stops falling, the blond warrior found his own sun to warm up his broken soul.

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This ask has been sitting in my inbox for weeks! Sorry that it took me so long, dear anon! I hope you like it!

[chaoticforever]

Ghost In Your Heart | Peter Parker x Male! Reader

Peter decided to eat the sandwich he got from Delmar's Deli & Grill at the park, since the crime rates this week have been kinda low, giving Peter some time to himself. 

He walked into the park and saw many parents sitting with their kids, adults playing frisbee with their dogs, and finally his gaze landed on someone sitting on the park bench with colored pencils and a sketchbook. 

He couldn't really make out your face from where he was standing, due to the fact that you were wearing a cap and your gaze was on your sketchbook. You looked very focused and concentrated on whatever you were drawing. 

Peter watched as you put down a blue colored pencil only to pick up a red one. 

He didn't know why he was so curious to see what you were drawing, but his interest was peaked and before he knew it, his legs started moving to where the drawing male was currently sitting. 

Displayed on the sketchbook was a drawing of Spiderman. 

To say that this person had artistic abilities would be an understatement. 

The picture was so well drawn that it looked realistic. Like it should be held in a museum. The image was Spiderman shooting a web shooter with a few other buildings in the background. This had to be one of the best art works that Peter has ever seen. 

"Don't you know it's rude to stare at random people or their artwork?" You questioned, looking up from your sketching and arching an eyebrow. 

Peter looked at you and blushed from slight embarrassment at being caught, as you waited for him to respond. 

"I'm really sorry for staring. It's just that your drawing looked so amazing and-"

A chuckle erupted from your throat,   "I'm just messing with you. It's okay to stare at my drawings. You want to see some more?" You offered, scooting over in case he wanted to sit down. 

Peter didn't really want to intrude on you having time to yourself. He did come here to eat his lunch, but he was curious to see what other drawings you had. 

He reluctantly sat down next to you on the bench, and placed his sandwich in his lap as you passed him the sketchbook. 

He flipped through various pages of the book and amazement was shown on the wall-crawler's face. 

The artistic abilities that you seemed to have was amazing. There were lots of drawings of people Peter has never seen before, so he assumed they were your family or friends. There were pictures of Mr. Stark in his Iron Man suit and some of Captain America. It's like you managed to capture who they really are in these drawings. 

"I know there not the best drawings but-"

"Are you kidding me? These drawings are amazing!" Peter commented, and a look of surprise and appreciation crossed your face. 

"Well, thank you..." You trailed off, wanting to know this male's name. 

"Oh, my name is Peter, Peter Parker." He introduced himself. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N. Y/N L/N." You introduced yourself, extending your hand out for a handshake. Peter shook your hand and was surprised that your hands were so cold and the tough grip you had, and you thought the same for Peter. 

You took your sketchbook back and picked up a drawing pencil, working on the drawing that you started earlier that day as Peter decided to finally eat his sandwich.

The two of you continued to speak, as Peter ate and you drawed.  

Peter glanced over to see what you were drawing next and he choked on his food, eyes widening in surprise, "You like Star Wars?" He asked, happiness welling up inside his chest. 

You gave him a slight nod of your head, "I love Star Wars. I'm secretly a nerd inside, so don't tell anyone about that." 

Multiple cop cars could be heard and seen following a black minivan, as Peter suddenly stood up, his spider senses going off like crazy. 

"I have to go now, Y/N. It was nice meeting you and I hope to see you again." 

Without waiting for a response, Peter ran off into the nearest alley. He quickly took off his clothes and put on his Spidey-Suit. He stuck his backpack somewhere where no one could find it, and used his web shooters to swing from building to building to catch the criminals in the black minivan. 

After fighting criminals, patrolling the neighborhood, and eating dinner with Aunt May, Peter flopped onto his bed and his mind drifted to thoughts of you. 

Mysterious was one word to describe you. 

He wondered why he had never seen you before. You looked to be around his age, 18/19 years old. He wondered if you went to Midtown High. He never saw you around school before, so maybe you haven't enrolled yet? 

You seem very smart and well educated that made Peter think that you went to Midtown High, but there are other schools in New York, so maybe you just went to a different school. 

He hoped that he would see you again. 

He didn't know why he wanted to see someone he has never seen before, but you intrigued him. He remembered everything about you. You're amazing lookin' H/C hair, shiny E/C eyes, and the scar you had above your eyebrow. 

Peter wondered how you got that scar. He hoped to learn more things about his new friend and would stop by the park to see you again. He hoped that you went to Midtown High. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

It has been a month since Peter met you and he couldn't have been any more happier than he was when was with you.

Peter has been stopping by the park to see you whenever he got the chance, and he loved talking to you about everything and nothing. He mostly loved being in your presence. 

Ned even noticed how happy he looked and more vibrant he became. He would tease Peter all the time that he had a boyfriend to which he denied and blushed bright red. 

Although, he did find you attractive and might have masturbated to you a couple times, it was pretty obvious that you were straight, so nothing could happen between you guys anyway even though he wanted more. 

"Do you go to Midtown High?" Peter asked the question that has been on his mind. 

You rubbed the back of your neck and ran your fingers over the small cut, "Um, I used to go to that school, but I left during my Junior year." You answered. 

"Oh, so are you homeschooled?" 

Peter figured that if you weren't in regular school, then you had to be homeschooled and that would explain why he hasn't seen you around. 

"Something like that." You laughed, bringing your gaze down to your sketchbook. 

"Do your parents know that you spend most of your time in the park?" Ned asked, having heard from Peter that you spend most of your time here. 

"Uh, they really don't care where I'm at." You replied, voice low that made Ned think that he shouldn't have asked that question. Peter hoped the question didn't offend you in any way, but it seemed that it might have. 

Luckily, you didn't seem too upset and changed the conversation. 

The conversation launched into Ned and Peter nerding out about star wars with you chiming in occasionally, as you looked through the sketches you've drawn. 

"Uh, Y/N. Do you maybe wanna help me and Ned build an enormous Death Star LEGO set?" Peter asked with a mix of nervousness and hopefulness in his voice, silently waiting and hoping that you would say yes. Ned wanted the same thing, too. 

You gave the two an apologetic look which resulted in a slight frown on Peter's face. He really wanted to spend time with you somewhere other than the park, but he figured you were busy. You most likely had other friends to hang with, after all. Or spending time with other people. 

"I can't do that because unfortunately, I've been dead since 1995." 

XXXXX XXXXX

[soarrenbluejay]

Okay. Forgive me for hijacking this marvelous post that you managed to make so magnificent in such a short space but I hAVE AN IDEA-

So. The Fenton are known in the Inventing community. They are beloved for their innovative ideas, bizarre workarounds and sheer resourcefulness all wrapped up in their universal hatred for proper schematics. They are also functionally cryptids who only show up in occasional online posts when they get Really Excited about their newest whatever, because it is well known that they have a hyper fixation and inventing simply isn’t it, it’s the method to the larger madness goal. So when they join a meetup for fellow (mad) UNORTHODOX inventors/scientists, in GOTHAM, no less, the perfect testing ground for anything and everything, they pull out all the stops. People fighting each other for the honor of approaching the good Dr’s, except they dueled it out before hand to save that much more time.

What is that, Dr Fenton and Dr Fenton? Your having relationship troubles with your darling equally genius children bc they’re now old enough to both have and be expressing their own opinions and have Thoughts for the OSHA disaster they live amongst? Your son’s clear nuerodivergency is kicking in hard and he’s struggling in school? You’ve had a problem in the past where you try to bring them to events but they get annoyed or bored and start causing Problems? Fear not, they are prepared! They’ve scoured every past conversation they’ve collectively had with the entire family to find out interests for this very scenario! Cutting edge astrophysicists lured in with Bulgarian coffee definitely not stolen from the mob, brilliant and very enthusiastic psychiatrists fished fresh from Arkham, the president of NASA they’re paying an obscene of money for by the quarter hour! They are ready! They are excited! People are happily going about pranking the various bats and birds keeping a wary eye on things, there are no widespread fires or cross contamination, all is well!

Then. Then.

Some Bitch who has heard the news ahead of time about the Fentons and their reputation ruins EVERYTHING by being a hair too interested in the youngest, most feral of the Fenton clan, due to his combined brilliance and past lab accident with unspecified mysterious biological results. He’s kidnapped right out from under four separate minders, visible and otherwise, during their carefully planned lunch break.

The audacity! The betrayal! The fUCKING GALL AND STUPIDITY!

Everyone involved is uh,, Miffed, to say the least. The Fentons are of course in all flavors of Feral Protective and are narrowly being held back by every distraction the entire crowd can throw out at them to keep from tearing around downtown for their boy. Look, a shiny! Right in front of you! Best scoop it up for testing later even if you can’t look at it too closely now on your warpath! Ah, Mad Jasmine, we heard you’re getting into college application age and well with your parents’ budget being what it is despite their frankly miraculous inventing abilities we thought you might appreciate us setting up a meeting with this one person where if you can impress them you could get a full ride, quick, don’t disappear and be suitably distracted for 0.4 seconds, please! (This only kind of works)

This is matched, however, by the rage of the convention goers. They had an ITINERARY. They have ADHD! That took so long to plan, where they planned for each Fentons’ attention span for each new inventor being thrown their way being 10 minutes or an hour! They had settled Grudges just for today! This weekend is the golden opportunity they’ve been waiting for for years! THOU SHALL NOT RUIN THIS.

So then a pack of rabid mad scientists tear apart a random abandoned Gotham apartment building with whatever the hell they had on hand, which is of course, quite a bit. Many squatters and goons alike are very spooked.

If we REALLY want to amp things up we could have the villain in question nabbing Danny not be Joker or the Black Mask, but Vlad, out to ruin yet another Fenton family outting.

Que panik among the conventionees. Fellow rogue madmen they could handle but CUSTODY ISSUES? Oh god, somebody say they have a lawyer somewhere in their contacts. Maybe if they scrape together for one of the really good Mob lawyers they can have this finished by the end of today and will be able to move on with the convention and everything will be fine. They’ll have to squeeze the schedule to a slightly brain melting pace, but that’s fine, this is fine, they can adapt! Totally.

The bats would like to contribute they totally saw this convention of maniacs thing going wrong ahead of time (how could they not), but definitely not in the ‘impromptu mob rescue party taking apart a condemned building brick for brick and judging the wire in disgust as they go’ way. Much chaos and confusion abound.

Danny is in Gotham for a STEM competition. It isn't long before he's kidnapped to help build a doomsday device.

[scribblersvale]

🖊 Good ol' Pan

This Boy

H I M

Panphilos

He is my obnoxious ass lil dork of a son and I love him so much

He was the first ever oc I came up with years back, and will always hold a special place in my heart because of that.

To this day though he still doesn't really have a set-in-stone story that he fits into. When I was little and first came up with him, his story was that he lived in an alternate dimension of earth, hidden on the other side of mirrors. Then his story turned into him being a wizard living in a harry-potter-esqu dimension full of magic users, with a job to collect magical artifacts with his friends. To just a wizard living as normal of a life as he can in a normal earth without alternate dimensions.

His story now is that he was born and raised in Greece. He lost his parents when he was a baby, too little to remember them, and was adopted and raised by his non-magic father. In his world, the ability to use magic manifests in a person as a defense mechanism, in response to an incredibly traumatic event happening to someone. Panphilos doesn't remember what happened to his parents, but has had his magic for as long as he can remember, which unsettles him a bit when he thinks about it too much. He's a necromancer, but has never once used his powers for anything even remotely "evil," and he absolutely hates when people jump to the conclusion that he must be a "bad wizard" or "evil warlock" for using what many consider to be "dark magic."

When he was a kid he met and became friends with a boy named "Chance" who possessed magic as well. Chance being down on his luck and initially trying to use his illusion-based magic to scam Pan out of some money, but Pan seeing right through the others magic, and holding no hard feelings afterwards. The encounter basically becoming like the meme "You're my friend now. We're having soft tacos later!" And the two being close friends ever since. Even dating briefly at one point, though eventually breaking up and returning to being just friends.

Nowadays he and Chance share an apartment together in the US. They spent their late teens backpacking and traveling around Europe, then backpacking and traveling around the US, and despite having settled down a bit still travel frequently when they can. Chance working as a waiter at a fancy restaurant, and Pan working as a writer/author with a couple published books, as well as being the creator of popular zombie app game called "Pandemic."

I'm thinking about maybe fusing his story into the universe of one of my other main character ocs.

He is chaos incarnate. He is a goofy ass obnoxious lil dork. And he will say or do most any random thing that pops into his head if it amuses him. He has made multiple videos pranking his friends or dragging his friends into incredibly silly situations.

Fucker has been kicked out of multiple walmarts for various reasons.

He most likely has had several signs put up as a result of him like this-

He is 22 years old, Asexual and Panromantic, and trans

He can't actually bring people back from the dead 100%. He can summon skeletons and zombies. But if someone passed on, he couldn't bring THEM back. He could reanimate their corpse, but couldn't bring back the person themself. The way he tries to explain this is; "It's like a combination of like, uh... seashells and robots. Okay that made more sense in my head, lemme explain, um. The things that I can summon with my magic are in a sense like seashells. You find shells on the beach, pick em up and use em for stuff, but the thing that used to live in the shell is long gone. The lil dude, snail clam or whatever used to live there before is long gone, you're just messing with the shell it left behind. And they're like robots in the sense of like, I'm programming them on what they do. They don't have any like, minds or thoughts of their own, and I tell them what to do. If I just summoned one and did no magical programming, gave them nothing to do, then whatever I'd summoned would just stand there until they fade back away. The part of them that was able to think and make decisions, the part of them that was who they were before is long gone, and I don't know if I even could bring that part back, but I sure as fuck never wanna try to. I'm just taking an empty shell and programming it to do something for a few moments."