#use this power wisely….

[front-facing-pokemon]

[spidertroupeart]

Really happy with this Espio I made in magma

Ignore Silver.

YOU FAILED THE TASK!!!! THE TASK HAS BEEN FAILED!!! NO RETRIES!!!! NO UNDOING IT!!! YOU'VE PLAYED YOURSELF!!!!

[drenched-in-sunlight]

Theory: If Messmer is Marika’s sword (spear), Godwyn is her shield.

Yes I made another doomed Mother & Son presentation slide: eldest sons edition 🙏😔

EDIT 1: adding a bit to this, the theme music of Godwyn's Death Knight is a rearrangement of Erdtree Knight OST (aka Tree Sentinels theme)

(Messmer’s timeline) (discussion of Radagon’s shady behavior)

[dear-ao3]

every day i wake up and spare a thought for the person on twitter who called me a norris dickrider. i hope you’re having a great day and that you know i printed that tweet and put it on my fridge because it’s a funniest thing i’ve ever had anyone say about me.

[arkarti]

idk how to say this kindly or respectfully but please understand i mean it so. i am on my knees for your william, mouth open and ready. thank you

help this ask is (s)ending me 😩😂😂 I was not expecting where this was going in a million years akjdfhgkajdfg

glad you like him uuuuhh that much 😳

man.. 😔😔😔

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[purpleshadow-star]

Imagine if Nico could learn to control when he turns into shadows.

Like, in The Blood of Olympus Nico would start fading after shadow traveling too much, and sometimes Reyna and Coach Hedge wouldn't be able to touch him, and one time he even accidentally walked through a tree. Imagine if he learned to control that intangibility.

Imagine if he could just turn parts of his body into shadows. Imagine if, in a fight, someone swings at him, and he knows he can't dodge in time, so he turns into shadows for a second so the weapon goes right through him, and while his enemy is confused he uses the distraction to land the final blow.

Imagine if he could just walk/reach through walls and doors and stuff.

I just think that, for someone with the title of ghost king (and as a child of the Underworld), he deserves more ghost-like powers.

[groverapologist]

it would have been really interesting for thalia and jason to have really opposing zeus/jupiter kid powers, similar to nico and hazel with hades/pluto. maybe thalia controls air while jason controls lightning, and it's a huge source of frustration for thalia since she feels aerokinesis is too weak. she would have to unlearn her bias and instead learn how powerful aerokinesis can be. maybe it's the opposite way around, and jason uses aerokinesis but can't control lightning, and all his fights and triumphs had to be done with aerokinesis alone.

maybe thalia's powers are more on the nature side while jason's leans more towards the justice and power side. his powers could include mind reading, size shifting, shapeshifting, lie detecting, gamakinesis, etc. it could be the opposite way around, and that could play into thalia's fatal flaw (ambition/desire for power) and jason's feelings of pressure from camp jupiter to be a great leader.

maybe thalia can fly and jason can't, which annoys her since she's deathly afraid of flying, or maybe it could be the other way around, and she tries to overcome the fear so jason can give her a flight.

maybe they don't share a single similar power besides the typical demigod stuff (superhuman strength, superhuman durability etc), and when they see one another again, they expect the two of them to be similar because they're siblings, they're both children of the same god, they were raised together for two years. but they keep realising just how different they are, and they discover how different each others' powers, and it only emphasises that more.

[chamoemileclown]

mlp bbh save me

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 163

Danny learns while being held by the Giw that he can in fact make portals. For whatever reason he can call the portal even with anti ecto cuffs. They start out small and unstable. Disappearing with the blink of an eye.

It’s only when he is being dissected it’s a fully formed portal. Only lasting long enough to engulf him. Table and all.

He has no idea where he’ll end up. All he knows is it’s somewhere on earth and he is still strapped to the table.

Some potential places he could end up. The Kent’s barn, in front of Martian manhunter, in the middle of the gala, the middle of a legion of doom meeting, the middle of the justice league, maybe even in the middle of a Wayne family dinner.

[binghe-malewife-goals]

made some viktor gifs from this tiktok

[greenfiend]

Will is Superman…

[parainvestigate]

STARTER CALL. okay  so  i  did  decide  to  primarily  start  fresh  on  interactions  for  my  own  sanity.  new  interactions  start  with  this  and  the  memes  i  have  gotten  recently  /  will  receive  today  forward.

[tennessoui]

I'm begging on my hands and knees for more Twilight au, and those are words I never thought I'd say! Anakin being able to resist compulsion, and Obi-Wan seeming instantly obsessed, and poor Shmi! Pretty please 🥺🙏

hey!! sure! here's some more!

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Having a sheriff for a mom sucked a lot when he was a kid growing up in a small town. There was probably nothing Anakin was rebelling against more at eleven, at thirteen, at seventeen than the rule of law his mother represented. 

All things considered, she was pretty good at separating her home life from her worklife. It was Anakin who was bad at respecting the separation, Anakin who couldn’t keep son out of delinquent.  There’s only so many times he could be pulled out of wreckage and bars and buildings with Keep Out No Trespassing signs on them before he got The Sheriff at home and out in public.

He’d hated it growing up and had come to grudgingly respect it later and in fits and starts. His dad dying had, terribly and ironically, helped a lot. His mother had had a stroke just before and then Anakin had been faced with the possibility of being an orphan, and the terror of that had mellowed him out.

Sorta.

He still hates a lot of things about his mother’s job. Especially the fact that she’s the sheriff of a very small town.

And when people talk, she listens.

The thing about small towns is that everyone’s always fucking talking. And other people are always fucking lsitening so they can talk later. One big fucking community, which means when Anakin comes home from his weird doctor’s appointment with Dr. Kenobi, a few hours later because he took a detour biking along the edge of the seaside cliffs just to spit in the good doctor’s metaphorical face, Shmi Skywalker already knows more than Anakin ever planned to tell her.

Like, for instance, “Sheila says that Dr. Kenobi thought it would behoove you to spend some time at the local library volunteering.”

Anakin pauses, backpack half-slung off his shoulders. He hangs his stuff up slowly, careful to keep his tone very light. “Did Sheila say what I told him after he said that?” 

His mom’s silence is very loud.

“I don’t want to do i—”

“I asked the new librarian about it on my way home from the station. She thinks it’s a wonderful idea. Apparently we used to have a program like that in the forties but it died out during the war.”

“Mom, come on—”

“It’ll look good on resumes, saying you created and supported a local reading program.”

“Yeah, but I’m a bit too old to be applying for babysitting positio—”

“It’ll look good for me as well,” Shmi says in her sheriff voice. “Elections are coming up soon. It’ll be good, if my kid was involved in the community.”

Anakin’s glad that his back is still turned to the living room, where his mom is sitting. “Are you gonna run again?” he asks, paying special attention to his tone this time.

“Why wouldn’t I?” his mom replies. “I’ve been sheriff for a decade and a half.”

Anakin lets his eyes fall closed for a second, knowing that his face can’t be seen. This is how they end up half the time: Shmi’s ardent belief that she is invincible, going up against Anakin’s desperate desire for her to be so.

And they just don’t talk about it. As if they’re actually in agreement.

He knows how this is going to shake out.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” His mother asks.

Anakin’s eyes remain closed. “I guess so,” he says.

—--------

Mrs. Kenobi—call me Satine—is sort of scary up close. She’s tall. She glides between bookshelves. Anakin’s never met someone who glides before. And she’s so intensely, incredibly, blindingly perfect that Anakin would rather be anywhere but in her vicinity. There’s something incredibly unnerving about the symmetry of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones. She’s obviously an absolute knock-out, just drop-dead gorgeous, but it makes Anakin’s skin crawl and his heart beat fast, but not in a good way or a normal teenage boy way.

Anakin tries to keep the unease off his face as Satine leads him through a tour of the library, a gentle hand on his forearm. That’s another thing Anakin doesn’t really like. She’s wearing satin gloves. He doesn’t know anyone who wears gloves anymore.

It’s just all a bit…unsettling.

“I put in a few words around the school yesterday afternoon,” Satine tells him. They pass by the mystery section, the fantasy section, and take a hard right into the young adult section. The shelves are smaller here, and Anakin feels rather stupidly gigantic as he and Satine walk through them. “To some parents picking their children up after school. They agreed it would be good exposure to bring them to the library for an hour or so of reading before supper.”

Anakin highly doubts it will be, but Satine hasn’t really asked him.

She sweeps past his figure and pushes open a pair of double doors with a flourish better suited for a Russian tsarina hosting an elaborate ball than a small town librarian showing off a small, cramped, and dusty room filled with padded seats and threadbare rugs.

And then, as if she has been waiting to put the last nail in the proverbial coffin, Satine adds, “A few students from the local high school will be here as well.”

“Sorry,” Anakin says, “are you saying I’m going to be reading to high school students? Can’t they do that themselves?”

After all, Anakin went to high school here. Academics hadn’t been too rigorously challenging, but they’d taught the fucking basics.

Satine raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in his direction. “They’ll be volunteering as well.”

Oh. Right.

“It looks good on their college applications,” Satine waves a hand through the air and the words linger there. Anakin looks out the rather dirty window, jaw clenching. “I’ve already chosen a handful of books I think the young ones will enjoy.”

Anakin, committed to his fate, pads over to the titles placed carefully ontop of a short, stout side table. 

“Peter the Rabbit,” he reads off the top. “Peter Pan. Alice in Wonderland. Treasure Island. The Prince and the Pauper—look, you’re the librarian here, but don’t you have anything written this century maybe? Harry Potter, even.”

“These are classics,” Satine tells him, her nose raised into the air as if she has encountered something particularly foul-smelling. She turns away, presumably to return to the front desk so she can welcome half the fucking town inside the library so Anakin can read them fucking Anne of Green Gables and become a better person.

“These are fucking boring,” he mutters to himself, flicking the cover of the first book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz open. Publication date: 1900. “I’d rather be in Kenobi’s office getting lectured at.”

There’s a sharp noise of disapproval from the doorway, and Anakin’s head snaps up to see the tail end of a very heated look from the librarian before the door closes behind her.

He shivers, alone in the emply room, and it takes several long minutes for his heart to settle back into its normal pace. 

—----------

After the fourth kid sneezes, Anakin closes his book with a snap and stands from the very small chair they’ve got him sitting on. “Come on,” he tells the cluster of children he’s been assigned to. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Are you kidnapping us?” One of them, a snot-nosed kid who’d started the sneezing says, rubbing at her cheek beneath her glasses. “Cause mommy says that’s not allowed.”

“I’m not kidnapping you,” Anakin snaps back, barely holding in his natural follow-up to the sentence which is of course, I don’t want to be around any of you in the first place. “Also, just for future reference, you shouldn’t ask if someone’s kidnapping you after you already start following them.”

The girl scowls and reaches up her hand to hold onto Anakin’s. 

For the love of Christ.

“We’re just going to go into the main part of the library,” Anakin tells his children, all six of them. “They have windows out there.”

They have windows out there and they also have parents. Parents who absolutely should be doing other things with their lives and precious hour of extra freetime.

Parents who are clustered instead around the library’s front desk as the town’s newest librarian holds court.

“Is reading time over?” one of the kids asks him, turning his head to look up at Anakin.

Anakin thinks about it. “Do you want reading time to be over?”

The kid thinks about it back. “Yeah,” he decides. “You don’t do the voices good.”

“It’s a boring book,” Anakin tells the kid. “Voices aren’t going to make it better.”

“Voices always make it better,” another kid says. “They make everything better.”

“Oh look,” Anakin says. “Is that your father?”

He gestures vaguely towards the cluster of drooling middle-aged somethings focused on Satine.

The kid peeks around his thigh and then shakes his head. “No,” he says. “That’s Dr. Obi.”

“Dr. Obi!” The kid holding Anakin’s hand says, and she lets go.

Anakin gets a bad feeling about this, a feeling that only doubles when he turns around to see Dr. Kenobi sauntering towards him, hands tucked into the pockets of a long dark jacket that makes him look even more pale than he already is.

He scowls automatically as the man gets closer. “Dr. Obi.”

Dr. Kenobi spares him a look that’s far too amused for Anakin’s pleasure before he crouches down to the level of the kids. “Hello there, young ones,” he says, opening his arms to accept a hug from the traitor of a girl Anakin’s just spent thirty minutes reading to. “Are you eating all your vegetables? Even the brussel sprouts?”

“I like brussel sprouts,” one of the kids reports sounding proud, and that starts a cacophony of opinions about brussel sprouts from all around Anakin.

“Wow! One of mine just absolutely hates them,” Dr. Kenobi says. “She refuses to eat them, so you’re very brave, Michele.” He lets go of the girl and turns his golden-brown gaze up to Anakin. “And what does Mr. Skywalker think?” he asks, raising a hand for Anakin to take. It’s very obvious he’s asking for a hand up and Anakin is obeying before he thinks about it. He snatches his hand free almost too soon, but Dr. Kenobi doesn’t even have the grace to lose his balance and fall over. 

His hand is like ice in Anakin’s, and Anakin stuffs his fingers into the pocket of his jacket automatically a second later.

“Do brussel sprouts help with circulation?” he’s biting out before he can stop himself. “Cause you may need some then.”

Kenobi’s head tilts very slightly to the side as his eyes catch and hold onto Anakin’s. “Oh?” he asks lightly. 

“You’re cold,” is all Anakin mutters in return. He swipes his other hand against the back of his neck. “”S poor circlutation, isn’t it? Something in your diet maybe?” Dr. Kenobi blinks at him and then breaks into a wide smile. “I can assure my diet is very…circulation-mindful,” he says. “Blood health positive.”

Anakin’s mouth thins into a line. He guesses that’s what he gets for trying to give health advice to a doctor, especially a doctor like Kenobi who just so happens to be devastatingly attractive and also smart.

And also an asshole. And also married.

Speaking of which. “Are you here to fend off your wife’s admirers with a scalpel?” Kenobi’s eyebrows raise. “Young ones,” he turns his head away from Anakin, down to the children.

The strangest feeling breaks of Anakin the second Kenobi looks away, almost as if a strange pressure he hadn’t even realized had been building was suddenly dissolved.

The very small beginnings of a headache begin to thrum in his temples.

“Young ones, it’s time to find your parents, isn’t it?” Kenobi says, and like fucking magic, the crowd of six children around Anakin disperse, children swarming away from him towards the group of adults surrounding the front desk.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” Anakin blurts out, even though he’d meant to ignore Kenobi now that he doesn’t have to make nice in front of small kids. Not that he was really making nice in the first place. But now he definitely doesn’t have to.

Kenobi gives him a half-smile, eyes heavy-lidded. “It’s a special sort of skill that takes, above all else, much practice.”

Anakin scowls. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Does Kenobi think he can’t commit himself to something even as mundane as a fucking commanding persona? Does he think he doesn’t have it in him to be–-

Kenobi’s eyebrows go up again. “Has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly defensive?” 

“You’re extremely nosey,” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t you have better things to focus on right now anyway?”

He gestures loosely towards Satine, who has started playing with one of the mother’s bracelets as the other woman stands and looks at her rather dumbfounded.

Kenobi follows his gaze and then lets out a huff of laughter. “Satine can take care of herself,” he says, even though it hadn’t really been Satine that Anakin was worried about.

He’s about to open his mouth to say so when Kenobi turns back to him. His eyes are piercing, a dark, captivating sort of gold. 

“Do you find my wife beautiful, Anakin?” he asks.

Anakin blinks. His headache is getting worse, which is probably down to what can only be a trick-question fashioned to look like a grenade lobbed at his feet. “I don’t think there’s a good answer to that,” he mutters, rubbing absently at his forehead. “What the fuck.”

“An honest answer is a good one,” Kenobi says lightly. “Tell me honestly.”

The words feel pulled from Anakin’s stomach, and he’s opening his mouth before he realizes it. “No,” he says. 

Kenobi’s eyebrows crinkle together. “No?”

Anakin curses his stupid impulse control. “She’s beautiful,” he adds quickly. “Really. But…it makes me uncomfortable.”

Kenobi’s lips purse, and then there’s something like disappointment in his eyes as he examines Anakin. “Ah yes,” he murmurs. “I’ve been told my wife can make countless young men feel rather uncomfortable. It’s normal in men your age, Anakin. Sexual ar—”

“Uncanny,” Anakin blurts out. He doesn’t mean to, but he also doesn’t want to listen to  Kenobi trying to lecture him on fucking arousal in the public library. When it’s not even relevant. “She’s so beautiful, it’s uncanny.”

“Uncanny.”

“Yeah, like. Monstrous.”

Kenobi’s mouth falls open, pink lips parted in what looks like honest surprise.

Anakin’s own eyes widen as it hits him that he’s just called Kenobi’s wife a monster to Kenobi’s face.

“Shit,” he says. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m going to go.” 

He throws a look at Kenobi, whose eyes are lit with something a lot like interest and then across the library to where Satine’s head is turned, cocked, and eyebrows up high on her forehead, as if she’s just heard everything he’s said.

He decides rather immediately that he’s going to take the backdoor exit.

[boredomincarnate16]

Bored. Decided to make headcanon Skills/abilities of me and my moots based on our PFPs

Gonna start with me 'cause I'm the best: These Skills/abilities are just references to my videogame idea, Charm-Seekers, but I'd just use these here.

Energy Channeling

Energy-Based Skills

'Energy Orb' - Channels energy into a dark-blue orb to fire at the target. Can lower mental defense.

'Energy Burst' - Releases pent-up energy as a dark-blue wave at the target, relaxes the user, making subsequent actions drain less stamina from them. The sheer force and impact of Energy Burst can lower the targetted's movement speed.

'Stamina Beam' - The user releases nearly all of their energy as a powerful beam at the target, dealing massive damage, but nearly draining all their energy completely.

Vocal Skills - various vocal-based actions that can affect the target's emotional state, such as influencing their morale and will to fight, lowering their power and mental defense, or provoking them into putting more effort into their attacks at the cost of their stamina.

Analyze - Vocal Skill. Hyperanalyze the target, learning various information from them in a similar vain to the CHECK ACT option from UTDR.

@xuzuul, literally just having a Yo-Kai Watch, posses Yo-Kai Medals of their choosing and a Yo-Kai Medallium alongside it.

@soul-of-justice--uty, Basically everything Clover has, ACTING, which can pacify even the most violent of opponents, CHECK, just look at Analyze, lol, justa copy of it, SPARING, telling an opponent to stop fighting, showing them MERCY, Gun mastery, + Vocal Skills as well. Can gain LV/LOVE by killing and, at the higher LVS, can perform that piss laser thing Clover does in UTY's Genocide Route, lol. Has Toon Force as well due to how shitposty they are.

@ilove-fanart-and-lore405, basically everything @soul-of-justice--uty has except Gun Mastery, the piss laser, and Toon Force lol.

@residentialsinyomakai, Babblong's abilities, Water Generation, Inspiriting that makes people yap +, like @xuzuul, also having a Yo-Kai Watch with Yo-Kai Medals of their choosing, and a Yo-kai Medallium alongside 'em.

@nontheanon, invisibility, teleportation. 'Cause of the whole Anon thing, yeah.

@woomeme-land, being a 3-year-old I guess???

@yokaiwatchrp, uniquely, being able to shapeshift into any Yo-Kai from Yo-Kai Watch, copying their appearance and abilities but not personality. Gains the transformed Yo-Kai's Medals/Arks/Keystones and will be forced into shapeshifting into them upon being summoned with 'em.

@demonixoverlord, unfortunately, being Gir.

@yo-kaiwatchkillyourfamily, having the Yo-Kai Watch Elder/Arcane, the Ark/Keystone holder thing that comes with it, and uhhhh... feeling I'm forgetting something here, oh yeah - all the summoned Yo-Kai are 100% obedient to them, so they can, Infact, use them to kill families. (Whatever you do, don't let them summon @yokaiwatchrp)

Don't get the references to some of my other Moot's PFPS, sooo uhhhh, I dunno.

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

I was scrolling through your blog and AJAGENEHFHRT YES YES YES I LOVE YOUR ART SM????? IT BRINGS ME IMMENSE JOY OWMEBRHRN *bounces off the walls*

The rise fandom can be exhausting. REALLY exhausting. ik it’s frustrating waking up to hate comments accusing you of being a tc*ster and a creep for doing something that is LITERALLY the opposite of that. I get it, really. I’m a sucker for monster/cryptic x human ships and I ship rise!apritello with all my heart (and you’re starting to convince me to the leopril side bc HOLY CRAP IT WAS CANON AT ONE POINT??? UM YES PLEASE—) and I’ve got an oc x canon (that canon being Leo) ship I’m really fond of as well, and for a long time I was TERRIFIED of anyone knowing about it—what if they accused me of being a weirdo?

But then I saw you. Your page, your art, your stupidly cute persona. And it made me realize that I don’t really owe anyone an explanation for doing what I do, for all of us doing what we do (granted that it’s being respectful and sensitive of other groups and identities, which you’re doing great at rn :3)

SO OFC I HAD TO FOLLOW YOU HEHERHEHHRE 💗💥💥💥💗‼️

anyways all of that is to say that you’re super cool and great and amazing and uh uh yeah that’s it eueueueueue

you’re blessed with the gift of being able to draw whatever you want!!!! please use wisely!!!! (and by “wisely”, I mean use it to get into the kookiest of shenanigans you silly sheep you 💥💥‼️)

Thank you so much, that's really kind of you. I saw your Leoxoc, it's really cute btw <3.

I honestly don't pay much attention to this mean side of the fandom, it's not worth my time. I rather have fun with people who shares my point of view or just enjoy the ideas, art and the fanart I share, regardless. If you think you're a weirdo by shipping monster×huuman, my dude you're not the only one I can assure you, one weirdo to another haha.

Don't worry I'm having plenty of 'wisely' fun with my super duper dorky ability of making shitpost stuff lmao 💙