#we'll make it through this

[maryjaneszombies-blog]

[tawnysoup]

A new critter!!! I have finally figured out what the Bonster looks like.

They're some kind of frog creature with horns and tusks... or is it fluff?! Hard to tell. Their hat is really a big tail they can cook things in and also WHAP against the ground when they're mad!!!

They're slightly smaller than the other critters. Here's a Fritter for scale:

[equinoxette]

they should've hugged!!

[demaparbat-hp]

Zuko's eyes watered against his will when the ghost of a woman he did not know smiled at him like he was her child.

Zuko decided right there and then that maybe, just maybe, this too was something he came to find.

Ghost-Mother takes a look into Zuko's soul in For the Spirits Chapter IX: A Rider Alone.

More than a stranded soul, Kya holds all the love of the Old Tribe and the means to calm a coming tempest. Zuko won't ever forget her.

(He won't be allowed to.)

[guardian-angle22]

This or That: Tarlos Edition -> Babe or Baby

[radiance1]

A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.

Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.

However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.

Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.

Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.

No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.

===

When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.

When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.

But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?

Nothing, that's what.

So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.

Magic.

Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.

Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.

A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.

After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.

So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?

Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.

She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.

This wasn't Amity Park.

To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.

To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.

It fused into her skin.

It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.

For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.

[nombitenary]

Spelunking.

Super short (2.5K) self indulgent story of a borrower!you getting caught by Christopher and swallowed up <3 Maybe bring better equipment next time you try borrowing from a maneater...

G/t, ambiguous ending, rope play in the throat, and mentions of fatal <3 enjoy!

You can’t believe you got caught.

The man who lives in the apartment you’ve been borrowing from is home so rarely that you suppose you’ve gotten careless. After all, he’s never around to hear your heavy footsteps on the counters or the scrabbling of clumsy hands against drawers. His two cats are easy enough to maneuver around as well, seeing as one of them is trained well enough to not go on the counter, and to scream at the other one whenever it gets the bright idea of chasing you along the countertop. 

You’d been testing your new rope, tying it to all manner of things in the kitchen and letting yourself be slowly lowered off the edges of drawers, tables, counters… and hadn’t been bothering to keep your laughter at your successes quiet, nor the thuds of your tiny boots as you’d climbed up the edges of his walls and cabinets. 

Everything had been going so well that you’d somehow missed the sound of the bedroom door opening and the light in the hallway, and by the time you realized that something was amiss… was only due to clawed fingers wrapping around your waist and a soft coo of: “Oh, what do we have here?”

And now, here you are, dangling between his fingers from the rope you’d thought had been such a clever tool to get around the maze of his apartment. You can’t bring yourself to speak as you stare up at him meekly, the light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes seem cold and far away- near impossible to read. 

He hasn’t spoken since his initial greeting, if you can even call it that. All he’s done is stare at you with that coldness in his eyes, almost as if he’s calculating something- blinking every now and again, though it does nothing to set your mind at ease. If anything, it makes you feel worse, and when he opens his lips and finally speaks to you properly-

“Well. You should fit. This should be interesting.”

-it does nothing to calm your nerves. 

Before you can ask him what he means, the air is forced out of your lungs by him tugging on your little rope, effortlessly and haphazardly lifting you into the air above his face and leaving you to stare down at him in terrified disbelief. You’ve never met this human before, but from what you’ve gathered, there’s nothing too horrible about him. 

With your lower lip trembling, you look down into his deep brown eyes, searching for any trace of a joke or flickers of sympathy. 

What you receive in return is a toothy smirk. One that plays out almost in slow motion, leaving you helpless to watch as his lips curl away from his teeth, showing the gleaming, drool-slicked and sharp points lining his gums. Your heart starts racing at the sight of them, and again, you try to find your words- but you’re once again interrupted by something terrifying. 

Those teeth were bad enough on their own, but as you stare down at Christopher’s freckled face… they begin to part. 

A warm blast of air rises from the chasm opening beneath you and you find yourself unable to look away as the huge muscle of his tongue shifts- easily the size of a small mattress and just as cushioned- moving from one side of the pink and dripping cavern to the other. The surface of it flexes in waves, and you follow the muscle back toward the darkest pit in the back of his jaws- marked by a swinging uvula and a streamlined tunnel designed to cram anything it can fit inside down.

His throat flexes, and his whole mouth shifts at once- a mess of moving pieces and parts and flesh and teeth rearranging to allow him a soft swallow- and when it opens again, strings of drool connect the bottom of his jaws to the top like the bars of a prison cell. 

Unable to speak, your own mouth opens and closes as you watch his throat shift with his every breath, the idle motions of his tongue twitching and swaying as more and more saliva floods the cavern. 

You’re transfixed, though the spell breaks when his grip on your rope abruptly falters- sending you falling a few inches closer to the gaping maw with a scream. 

A laugh rolls over you in response, and you gasp, clutching the rope in your fingers despite the knot keeping you secure. You’re spinning now, watching the gullet beneath you pulse as you rotate, unable to keep yourself from noticing that it seems to be pulsing in anticipation, the tongue stretching out from between those lips as if to echo the sentiment. 

He’s going to eat you.

No. No, he won’t. 

Surely he won’t. 

Despite not being human, you think for a moment that you’ll be able to appeal to his sympathy, though when you manage to tear your gaze away from his maw to try looking into his eyes--

The rope slides easily through his fingers, and with a rush of air, you plummet- your scream being cut off and muffled by his tongue greeting you. It all but wraps around your sides, and you feel it constrict, pinning your arms to your torso as its owner tips his head back and allows you to fall backward into the cage of his mouth. 

You scream as the tongue folds over you greedily, drinking in your flavour and slathering you in thick saliva. The surface won’t stop moving beneath your hands- cushy and soft and speckled with taste buds that leave a faint bumpy texture pressing against your palms and fingers- though when he abruptly licks you again, you’re flipped onto your side, helpless to do anything but let his tongue squish tightly against your back. The muscle is hot and explorative, wasting no time in dragging its tip along your flailing limbs. 

Everything around you is hot and slick, but the more you fight against it, the more of his saliva seeps through your clothes, soaking your skin and causing you to slip around easily in the chasm of his mouth. A zigzag of light filtering between his teeth is the only way for you to see the warm pink of his tongue as it continues to effortlessly bat you and part of your flimsy rope around. 

It’s… so easy for him. 

So easy to treat you as nothing more than a sweet treat. You find yourself pushed against his fangs more than once, and each time, you suck in a sharp breath and wait for him to chew you to pieces- all the while trying to peer out past his lips for one more glance at the world you’re leaving behind.

You don’t get one. 

All your squirms earn you is more buffeting from the tongue, more hums of delight from the throat that you know is yawning wide behind you, but you don’t allow yourself to look at it, trying instead to drag yourself forward in the dripping mouth of the beast. You’re close. Your fingers reach the very edge of his gums and you strain to pull yourself up from his gullet even as you feel your legs brush the very edge of his throat.

A throat that twitches eagerly, the muscles there relaxing with a soft slrrrk of noise- and you yelp as you find yourself falling deeper into the squishy tube. 

“NO-”

The tongue that had been idly sloshing you around arches, filling his mouth and squeezing the air from your lungs in a strangled cry- though you don’t have time to be worried about that as you realize what the predator’s doing.

Swallowing. He’s swallowing. The gullet behind you lurches, a tiny hlrk and a bob of the muscles behind you causing you to throw your arms forward as gravity changes- but you’re too covered in saliva to get a grip on anything. Instead, you’re forced to feel his uvula drag across the back of your shoulders as he hums- the noise loud enough to make your chest feel like it’s buzzing. 

You’re squashed under his uvula entirely with another firm swallow, leaving you scrambling against the plush back of his tongue as you try to reach the swinging tab of flesh. Your fingers are tangled tightly in your rope, clutching it in utter desperation. It’s still holding fast. Still tied to something. 

You try to remember if you saw it caught between his molars or canines as you try to hoist yourself further up his gullet- barely able to even paw the backmost part of his tongue in your attempts to reach freedom. It’s still somewhat taut, taut enough that there’s hope…

…as light falls over you, you look up from the depths of his throat, for one fleeting moment allowing yourself to think that he’s about to cough you up. It must be a mistake. He seems like a kind enough man, and you shift your position slightly to see better, wiping a string of drool out of your face as a shadow falls over his jaws. 

His hand. 

And in his fingers…

No…

In his fingers, he’s lazily clutching the end of your rope. He holds it there with a soft chuckle, one that makes the throat around you ripple, before you watch his mouth start to relax as it closes for what you realize in terror is the final time.

“Wait- wait wait wait-!"

When he swallows, the walls of his throat clutch tight around you, rippling with a soft ulp that folds around you and tries to squeeze you down along with it. Your whole body jerks in place, being squashed tighter into the living tunnel before the rope pulls taut and forces you back up- which causes the muscles around you to quiver and the predator they belong to to hum. 

It’s absolutely deafening this close to his voicebox. 

You gasp as the slimy walls finally ease up, trembling at the sensation of something pressing at you from outside of your new prison. At first, you almost think you’re imagining it, but when the throat around you twitches in response to a firmer press, you realize those are fingers pressing against you from the outside. 

You can’t help but imagine yourself as a lump in Christopher’s throat. 

As you struggle harder, forcing your elbows out against the taunting squishes, in you mind’s eye, you see the small flutter of your movements settled just above his collarbone- the way you stretch the freckled skin and wriggle just beneath it- and as you tug on the rope in a desperate attempt to shimmy back up the way you came-

GLURK.

-the throat constricts tighter, and this time you can’t keep yourself from giving a yelp as you’re sucked further into Christopher’s esophagus- settled just beside his thudding heart. The walls of his gullet have grown tighter, as has the knot of the rope around your waist thanks to said walls hungrily rippling around you in an attempt to squeeze you deeper inside. Again, you struggle to haul yourself further up the rope that’s keeping you suspended in his chest. Your saliva slicked hands fumble to get a grip, and you curse yourself for not having tied too many knots in it before trying to use it out borrowing. In the pitch darkness of his throat, you can’t see much aside a very faint red- the light from outside only penetrating deep enough for you to see the faint outlines of the esophagus squeezing around you. 

Your rope is still being held snugly by the gullet’s walls, the red lifeline almost vanishing into the pulsing darkness, but you squint through the saliva running down your face just long enough to realize how far down you’ve been squeezed. Seeming miles of throat stretch above you, and a flicker of light from the top of the tunnel causes your heart to sink. On either side of you, you hear a rush of air filling your devourer’s lungs, and everything tightens as they fill with oxygen, preparing for another-

Gulp.

-for him, it must be nothing. Just soft and lazy bobs of his adam’s apple that allow your rope to fall deeper into the folds of his throat. You can almost imagine how faint the sound of him swallowing must be outside of the sweltering confines you’re in now- but you can’t quite cling to the illusion long enough to mute the disgusting squelch and ULLLLK that draw you deep enough to feel a distinct change in heat.

Heat from below you.

Heat coupled by the sound of an organic growl, and your heart grows cold despite the warmth of the predator surrounding you as you realize how close to the belly of the beast you’ve gotten.

You scramble against the soft walls, tugging on your slack rope more and more as the sound of gurgling grows louder beneath you. You can’t end up in his stomach. You won’t. You’re a borrower, you’re not-

Glmpk.

He swallows once more. 

Firmly. 

Firmly enough that you manage to look above you in terror, watching the tunnel of his throat constrict in a wave that rushes toward you in the dark, too fast for you to do anything but take a breath in before you’re squished firmly into the upper stomach sphincter. 

Then through it.

Your tiny form lands in his stomach with a wet plop.

The walls around you shudder with a gurgle of greeting, and above you, you hear a long and contented sigh breeze up from the throat you fought for your life not to get squeezed down- unable to keep yourself from envying the air for being able to get past his lips.

You’re not as lucky as the air. The stomach containing you groans in emphasis, the organ steadily starting to rock this way and that, the walls rippling inwards eagerly in what you realize are the beginnings of digestion. Your hands find the rope and you pull on it sharply, earning the sound of a muffled glp from above and the sensation of more and more of it pulling into his belly, coiling around you on the fleshy floor, gulp after gulp ushering it down, down…

The piece of yarn bobs momentarily at the back of Christopher’s throat, and it brushes the folds of flesh there as its pulled down his gullet. It isn’t fully soaked through with his saliva, not yet, and as he sits with his jaws open, he gulps, feeling it stick dryly in his throat- though he persists in his task anyway. 

With a few more short swallows, there’s no trace left of you at all. No rope dangles from between his lips. No shape wriggles in his throat, and as he trails a hand down to his comfortably full stomach… he grins at the realization that you fit so perfectly inside that you’ve completely vanished from the outside world. Not even a lump against his middle surfaces to show anyone where you’ve vanished to, and he purrs in delight, trailing his fingers over his middle and hiccuping suddenly when you squirm. 

“Oh, don’t worry.”

His voice rumbles around you, echoing over the sounds of digestion. One of the fleshy walls folds inward with a prod against you and you feel the tip of one of his claws massaging you into the lining. 

“I think I’m going to let my guts take their time with you… best get comfy in there.” 

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

guhh i need to snuggle with Foul Legacy in a quiet room surrounded by blankets and pillows, tucked in close against him. his claws are on your head, gently patting your hair and holding you protectively, trying to block out all of the bad things in life and the world. you're tired. so, so tired from everything. it's been overwhelming lately, your days hectic and nights heavy and sad. Legacy worries about you, gently whining and nudging your shoulders and helping you drink some water or tea. you're not sick, right? you don't seem to be coughing or short of breath. perhaps your brain is being cruel to you, telling you awful things. he knows the feeling.

so Foul Legacy cuddles around you carefully, running his talons delicately over your back. he's here for you, during these days when you're on the verge of shutting down. he'll chase away every nasty, horrible thought your mind conjures up against your will, even if it takes him an eternity, even if it never goes away completely because it might make it a little bit better, and that's more than nothing at all.

Legacy makes sure that you know that you will always, always be loved.

[sforzesco]

Moreover, Caesar was not satisfied to be over­looked at first by Sulla, who was busy with a multitude of proscriptions, but he came before the people as candidate for the priesthood, although he was not yet much more than a stripling. To this candidacy Sulla secretly opposed himself, and took measures to make Caesar fail in it, and when he was deliberating about putting him to death and some said there was no reason for killing a mere boy like him

Plutarch, Caesar

sulla's fight with caesar is extremely funny, but also very Something considering how much of sulla you see reflected in caesar's later actions. breaking news: grown man picks fight with teenager, more at 11.

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 800: Blue sky of joy

Pag 1

1: A climb's outcome is always

2: decided at a place that's close to the sky

4: You bet everything on it, and when the wheels cross the finish line

5: The winner....

Pag 2 / 3

1: raises their hands to the sky and rejoices

A blessing for Manami, the wide sky is Hakogaku's blue!!)

Pag 4

1: The first day's mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy's number 13, Manami Sangaku!!

3: He clearly raises both his arms up to the sky!! For the third year in a row the mountain prize goes to Hakone Academy!!

The sky... is so blue!!

Pag 5

1: I feel alive!!

2: Hakogaku...!!

Kanagawaaa!!

The kings!!

3: Manami took it!!

He beat Mountain King!!

Pag 6

2: Amaziing!!

3: Manami-saaan!!

You're so cool!!

Hakogaku is so strong!!

4: The strongest!!

Manami-saaan!!

6: Waaaaaa

7: Amazing, what a nice scenery

We really climbed to such a nice place

I don't know why, it's strange...

Pag 7

1: but everything looks brilliant

Pag 8

2: The vividness of the greens

The vitality of plants

3: The birds' chirping

The buzzing of insects

Pag 9

1: I can feel the life of every living being

2: Manami-saan!!

You were so cool just now!

It was so exciting!

Manami-kuun!

I took a video!

3: The scenery looks brilliant, doesn't it, Manami

4: In road racing, “victory”

5: is something that's so important it changes the way your body feels

Pag 10

1: Not to mention that it's against the opponent against who he lost for two years in a row

2: The delight makes your cells vibrate all throughout your body

Here's a bottle!

Ah, thanks

4: Manami, that... you managed to get so far while going through so much suffering, you worked so hard and endured

(I threw it away

But I didn't answer)

5: This is

Pag 11

1: a “rewarded joy” for all of that

2: Manami

Hakogakuu!!

Manami-kuun!!

Pag 12

1: Congratulations

Pag 14

1: Thank you for fighting with all your strength

3: After the mountain line there's still the finish line

Keeping your energies for the team is part of the strategy

4: But you used all your strength until your limit to fight against me

5: So, I'm thankful

Pag 15

1: Ah... yeah, but... I couldn't... win...

Even though everyone worked hard to push my back...

2: You're amazing, Manami-kun

You're even stronger than that time on Minegayama

3: Well... at the time I was still at around 75%, I was still in the middle of it

Yet I could still get a lead on you

5: Honestly, this time, when there were around 100m left I thought I couldn't win

But

6: I didn't know until the very last moment

7: You got stronger too!!

Pag 16

1: No no no no

That's not true at all, not true at all

Woah....

2: I just followed, I just did the best I could

3: Aren't you self aware?

That means

4: I just practiced very hard...

That those two control the practices

Their base power has grown

5: Mo- more importantly, huh... I'm sorry!!

Pag 17

1: Huh.... right before the finish line... uhm... I...

Actually...

3: In my mind I referred to you as “Sangaku” without any honorifics!!

4: In....

6: In your heart?

Without honorifics?

Pag 18

1: Hahahaha

2: Hahaha

Huh!? What kind of reaction is this!? Huh!?

3: I'm- I'm sorry

I just... I was really excited at the end!!

4: It's fine

6: I'm actually glad you referred to me without honorifics, it's like... we got so much closer

No, but... I... huh

I don't dislike it...

7: But I guess adding the “kun” really feels like the most natural thing...

Ugh....

8: Besides

Pag 19

1: While you're shouting inside your heart you don't have to add it

3: And at the end, I too, inside my heart

4: I called you “Sakamichi”

6: That, that makes me happy

Right!

7: Ah... now finally...

8: Uhm.....

Pag 20

1: We fulfilled our promise... thank you

Yeah....!!

2: We haven't reached the finish line yet, so we can't rest (haha)

This... this time, since we raced for the mountain stage we still have to keep running even if our race is over

Looks like there's still a little more to go

Ugh...

Pag 21

1: Buaah, yeah!!

It's Hakogaku's victory!!

2: You're too loud!! San-na!!

It's Hakogaku's victory, buah!!

How many times are you gonna say it...!!

3: I'll say it over and over again!! Manami is stronger than Onoda!!

Ugh...!! Onoda-san..!!

4: Humph

Pag 22

1: Amazing, amazing, he's really so cool!!

Uh... he's cool, I guess...

(Tobirama-kun is acting cool)

2: He did it

3: Yeah, and thanks to him

4: The team's morale is rising!!

6: This is bad... Hakogaku-san's power is increasing

What do we do, Hotshot

Pag 23

1: Don't worry, even if they raise their power, let them do it

5: Or, Naruko, are you worried that their morale is rising?

7: Worried? What is “worry”, some sort of rock?

8: That's right. Us third years, me, you, and Onoda have already increased our base power with a program

Pag 24

1: that was sure to make us stronger!!

3: Kakaka!!

4: Huh... what's that... “base power”!?

Pag 25

1: Does that mean they're getting stronger?!

2: Those two's pressure is suddenly rising!!

Pag 26

2: Imaizumi and Naruko's....!!

3: They're getting stronger... than last year

Is this connected to that time at the beginning of spring...

4: when the third years didn't come to practice for a week?

Pag 27

1: Hakogaku's morale is rising? That's just what I was looking forward

Yeah!! I can't help but feel excited!!

2: The “finish line” is waiting!!

[sakasakiii]

Hii! I just wanna say, your blog is life to me! Literally come here to scroll on tough days, and seeing all the character designs and funny comics makes everything better! Really love your art style and designs. I know this has been asked before but I'm wondering if I could use your art as profile pictures? I really appreciate the joy your art brings!

hihi hello!!! first off, thank you so much for your kind words! i'm sorry for how delayed this response has been (im just getting back into tumblr after one of many hiatuses... AGAIN!!!), but it warms my heart on my own tough days to hear you enjoy my designs and comics! it means a lot, so thank you again!! ❤️❤️

now onto your question about using my art as a pfp: that's absolutely fine! by the time i'm answering this it's likely a bit late already, but i hope this clears things up in the long run. im absolutely ok with anyone using my art as pfps/icons, just so long as you remember to credit me, don't claim as own, dont use for AI training, etc etc.... hope that clears things up, and sorry again for taking so long to see this!

[nattikay]

pela'ang, lam fwa ramìl ikranit oey fmeri yivom? D: what the crap, it seems the mountain is trying to eat my ikran?

[dovewingkinnie]

part 7 to the stitched au (i have returned to it after a few months hello) (previous part) (first part)

[mettywiththenotes]

Thinking about Powder and Viktor and their creations

And how those creations lead them to...

[loupy-mongoose]

I can feel my Jamie fixation slipping away, but at least there's something to replace it with this time.

Recently someone got me thinking about a particular shiny hunt I'd started ages ago (possibly over a year) and never finished.

The hunt for a shiny female Cyndaquil.

While I've been lucky in the past and stumbled into shiny female starters and others of a similar gender ratio, this is the first time I've sought out a female. And I have a very specific reason for it.

My first ever Soul Silver file, the game I hold the deepest love and nostalgia for due to several factors.

To start that file, I knew two things; One, my starter would stay a Quilava. Two, I wanted it to be female. So I reset and reset for a female Cyndaquil, finally getting her and naming her Quince.

In that game I ended up with; Quince the Quilava Stella the Furret Pigeon the Pidgeot Mary the Ampharos Cobra the Arbok and Victor the Victreebel.

These guys joined me as I poked every corner of Johto and Kanto, sought out every secret. They comforted me as I moved from one home to another. I had them before I knew about Nuzlockes, before I used natures to build character off of. Likely before Jamie was a thing. This file was so well loved that I completed it's 493-count Pokedex without the use of Action Replay. (Although cheated Pokemon from Diamond and Pearl probably had a heavy hand in that, lol.) They are currently sitting in Home at around level 90 from our time spent together.

And so, when I noticed a very real opportunity, I decided it would be fun to rebuild the team in shiny form.

I got Pigeon, Cobra, and Victor in Let's Go a long time ago now, and soon after that I started the hardest of the group; Cyndaquil. That hunt being in Legends Arceus. I got a few shiny males before my drive drifted away and I went on to other things.

But a few days ago I picked it back up... and the first shiny I got was female.

So I now have my beloved Quince in shiny form!

She's staying a Cyndaquil for now, but one day she will reach her final form as a glorious Quilava~

Currently I have two more to get; Stella the Sentret, and Mary the Mareep. Both of which I'll be Radar hunting in Shining Pearl. ^^

[wispforever]

halloween was scary this year