#xy talks

[oboy-me]

Remember that you are loved.

No matter where you are, no matter how alone you feel, you have someone, somewhere, who believes in you, and cares for you. Even if perhaps you have not met them yet, they are out there.

Make this a year of reaching out. Of connections. Of necessary endings and new beginnings. Of reconnections with those you may have forgotten. You deserve love, to love others and yourself. To love friends, family, partners.

And even if you cannot do any of that, you are still loved in this space as well. The brothers, the royals, the angels, and the sorcerer, they all love you — you are always welcomed in their arms when you need the pillar to lean on until you feel strong enough to do what you need to.

2022 is coming to a close, and 2023 will be another chapter we begin. No matter how you're going in to the new year, just remember:

Everyone in the Devildom is cheering you on, Y/N. You got this. We believe in you. ♥

[chillingxy]

Trick or Treat! -@antimony-medusa

This is my dog Blade (Named after Technoblade, yes<3) and he was my best friend. He recently came to visit us from the afterlife and played with his siblings at home, had his favorite meal and made us company for a day. Let me tell you about día de los muertos or day of the death.

TLDR: One of many versions of the myth of day of the death, what it often means and why it's cool.

ALSO! I'm (unfortunately) not a historian. I just got mexica/aztec history, mythology and cosmovision as special interests of mine since my senior year or highschool so most of my knowledge is for classes, asking my teachers, studying for exams and researching on my own. There's a lot of myths and legends about this beautiful tradition and this is just the one I know, so if you're interested, please feel free to be curious and do the same!

Back when the Aztecs were the biggest empire in America, whenever a person died by natural causes, it was said their souls were going to travel to the Mictlán (Nahuatl for place of the death), which is similar to hell but not as such as Hell, since Mictlán is the death new home, rather than a punishment. And it too has 9 different levels with 9 different tests by the god mictlantecuhtli and his wife mictecacíhuatl (god and goddess of the place of the death, respectively) for the souls to reach eternal rest.

(This is the place where most people would go, but there's, if I remember correctly, around 3, maybe 4 afterlife places souls would go, but that's a ramble for another time.)

The very entrance of the Mictlán is a river that souls need to cross in order to get in. Here, xoloitzcuintles (xolotl means monster/weird thing and itzcuintle means dog, so literally translating it means weird dog or dog monster. As a fun fact, axolotl literally translates to water monster since it has -xolotl) would help them to get across, but only and ONLY IF souls, when alive, were kind to animals. Thus Aztecas having xoloitzcuintles as lower deities.

But the 9 trials were tough, and mictlantecuhtli didn't know what to do to motivate souls to get through all of them. So then he allowed for them to go back to the world two days a year. November 1st is the day for the children to go visit their parents and siblings. November 2nd is the adult's turn to go visit their families. Aztecs were pleased by this and started making their favorite dishes to help them recharge<3

Apparently, it was the people around 2019 who decided that it was pets' turn to come and visit us October 27th, and we all embraced it. A lot of people's first experience with grief was with pets, and I think they deserve the same treatment. Like with humans, a candle is lit to light their way home along with cempasuchil flowers to trace their path. They're all welcomed with their favorite meals, water, and in some cases toys or their favorite things when they were alive.

As a kid I never had a reason to celebrate día de muertos, but now I do. And rather than that being sad, I took the opportunities to reflect about life, death, afterlife and memories. As long as we remember them, they won't ever die. They'll always live with us, in our hearts and the happy memories we shared with them. Grief is the price to pay for loving in life, and I think every second of pain I've ever experienced, was worth the smiles my loved ones drew in my face when they could.

I encourage anyone of any nationality who feels curiosity to research and put together an ofrenda, share memories about your loved ones and remember how happy you were. Tysm for reading<3

[xy-art]

gathering all the ac multiplayer fans like rare trading cards and puts you all in special light-up cases bc you’re cooler than the rest

[wildflowercryptid]

the kalosian worms are quickly eating away at my brain, folks.

[kiloude-city]

Give her backkkkkkkk

[snailfen]

ik im a big johto/unova lover (THAT goes without saying) and feel more nostalgia for unova rather than kalos (i grew up on the B&W anime before ever getting pokemon x) but im actually really glad theyre making legends z-a rather than a johto/unova remake or legends title.

legends z-a is coming out on its own, unlike legends arceus, which means gamefreak can put most of their focus on that

they arent trying to release it within a year. i hope they keep this up, because if we ever DO get those aforementioned titles i NEED them to be good. i NEED them to stay in the oven a lot longer

[trix-or-treatz]

ohhhhh ohhh poll idea.

[wannabe-f-f-friends]

Something something maybe Xue Yang was able to wield Xiao Xingchen's sword so easily and even in tandem with his own sword because XXC still held love for him even after everything even in the last moments love is the last thing in the spirit-trapping pouch ahaha I made myself sad

[chillingxy]

I don't want to ramble in tags since I think this deserves all my thoughts, I'll reblog it without words after this.

This made me tear up. I joined the fandom when s9 started, I didn't really get to watch tfc's content while he was with us but I couldn't help but empathize with the people who did as they stated to grieve him. And the same thing happened when the hermits talked about him, in their own ways and at their own time, as grief should be.

The most recent one was when I was watching Grian's decked out most recent phase, he found "And old friend's pickaxe" and he said something along the lines of "Oh Tango, what a lovely artifact. I know exactly who this belongs to. I want to make it out with this one" and my heart warmed. Both from Grian and Tango because TFC was their friend and they will always remember him. Makes me feel like I would have liked his content, and in a way, some of their speeches make me think I actually got to know him.

And the fact that you researched for this absolutely warms my heart even more, I'm pretty sure I put some more prompts down in case someone would like to skip this because I know how it is to research something from a country that's not your own for just a gift. However that makes me even more impressed and grateful about this, you really picture what day of the death is like and how it should be as a community, not a sad day but just a day where you can share some experiences, remember, and have fun together. Thank you. Thank you so much for this. I can't say it enough. And I hope everyone who reads this also enjoys it as much.

Day of the death is for everyone, thank you so much again<3

Edit because I need to say more

"do you believe in spirits?" "For tonight, yes, I do believe in spirits" as they are hearing sounds. IT MAKES ME GO SO. I love that detail so much. He's with them, and he's doing what he loved the most, he's in the afterlife, being a true Hermit<3

@chillingxy Here's your secret spooky gift! Sorry it wasn't available earlier, the research for this was...a lot. Definitely a challange, and opened up my eyes a lot. So I hope you enjoy, and have a Happy Halloween, y ¡Feliz Dia De Los Muertos!

also @mcyt-halloween

On the 1st of October, Xisuma woke up, put on his helmet, and immediately sent a message in chat.

[xisumavoid]: Everyone ready for the meeting?

[FalseSymmetry]: yup

[Keralis]: Born Ready!

{TangoTek joined the game}

[xisumavoid]: Meet at spawn

He snapped on his elytra, marveling at how the gauzy purple fabric solidified into a harder substance before taking off into the afternoon sky. He planned the meeting to start the meeting as the sun set, so the spooky decorations (appropriate for the season) would really shine through. He chuckled to himself. Get it, shine? ‘Cause the lights…would…shine? 

Nevermind.

He ignored the extremely bad pun, instead choosing to focus on not crashing into Grian, who had somehow gotten to the meeting spot before him. Grian turned towards Xisuma as he landed, stumbled and finally managed to plant both feet on the ground a mere block away from Grian.

“Hello Xisuma! How are you doing on this lovely day?” Grian leaned in closer, rocking on the balls of his feet. Xisuma brushed himself off before facing the avian. 

“I’m doing good. How about you?”

 “Oh, I’m doing ghoul-d” Grian giggled after he said the last part. Xisuma sighed. 

“I really hope you’re not doing this until Halloween.”

“Oh, of course not! Once we get past Halloween I’ll start on my winter jokes.”

“Winter jokes? Grian…” Grian simply laughed before walking towards the prepared seats and plopping down on the nearest one.

“Don’t worry, you’ll love them!” He turned his attention to an approaching flier. “Hey Mumbo! Do you want to hear a joke?” As soon as Mumbo landed, Grian bombarded him with his next joke. Xisuma left the two laughing as he started to take inventory of his surroundings. 

They were in a forest close by to spawn. The trees not felled by the Hermits held themselves high, against both player and sky. Their boughs were decorated with soul lanterns and jack o’ lanterns, combining with the setting sun to cast an eerie light over the rows of chairs laid out in a clearing. He was quite proud of his setup. In fact, he was so busy admiring it that he didn’t notice Scar until he was blocking his view of the trees.

“Helloo, Xisuma, are you still with us?” Scar snapped his fingers a few times as Xisuma blinked. 

“Yes, I’m still here Scar, not AFK.” Xisuma scanned the clearing, suddenly noticing that seats were filled with antsy hermits. “Is everyone here?”

“Yes sir!” Scar mock saluted. “We’re all ready.”

“Excellent, let’s get this show on the road!” He rubbed his hands together before walking onto the stage in front of the chairs. He tapped the microphone twice, causing all the hermits to cease conversation. “Hello everyone, welcome to the monthly meeting! As you know, it’s October, so we’ll be covering possible Halloween events as well as housekeeping. But first, does anyone have announcements to make?” Immediately Tango raised his hand, waving it frantically before bounding onto the stage. His fiery hair whipped and flashes as he excitedly launched into a spiel about the next phase of Decked Out 2. Everyone pays rapt attention to his rant, because of course no one wants to miss out on Decked Out info. Then, after he finishes, another hermit takes the stage. Surprisingly, it’s Joe Hills. Xisuma briefly wonders if it’s about Deep Field, Joe’s massive pinball machine/main base. Considering the outer space theme, it seems unlikely to be updated for Halloween, but not impossible…

Joe placed both hands on the microphones before speaking. “Howdy y’all!” The crowd echoes with brief “Howdy”s and “Hello Joe”s before lapsing back into silence. Joe gives a small smile, then continues. “As y’all know, it’s been about a year since our dear friend TFC passed away.” Now the area is truly silent. Even the wind seems to have dropped dead in its path. “And…I think it’s safe to say that we all miss him. So recently, I wanted to find a way to honor both his memory and his legacy.” 

He began to walk across the stage, but at a slow, meandering pace. “I found a tradition, mostly observed in Mexico. It’s called “el Dia de Los Muertos”, or the Day of the Dead in English. It’s a collection of days in early November where the dead are honored, but overall it’s meant to be a celebration, not a wake. Now obviously, it would be hard to replicate the tradition exactly in Minecraft, but I have a plan to stitch together something like it. So if you can help out, please let me know after the meeting, and for everyone else, keep your ears open for an exact date!” 

Joe nods once, smiles again, then exits down the steps towards Xisuma. His eyes are focused on the floor, and his arms have migrated to a crossed position. As Joe walks past him, Xisuma grabs his shoulder as gently as he can. “Joe, are you good?”

Joe turned to face him, and X noticed that his eyes were a bit watery. Joe sighed before whispering, “I just…hope it’s enough. I miss him, you know?” He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I hope we can pull it off.”

Xisuma patted Joe on the shoulder. “I know we can pull it off. And I’m more than willing to help with your plan. Just tell me what’s needed, alright?” 

Joe gave X a side hug. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He turned to look X in the eye. “Now, what are the chances we can get marigolds on the server?”

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The chances, as Xisuma found out, were none. 

See, marigolds were only available via mods, and the Aztec marigolds Joe had in mind had no mods to their name. So, as a substitute, Stress had provided orange tulips, and was scattering the petals around TFC’s old base. Keralis was sweeping away the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated since the hermits had been there. All the hermits were chipping in to clear and decorate the surrounding area. 

Except for Grian, who had made the excuse to wait for Scar’s “surprise delivery���. Xisuma doubted the truth of that claim, but whenever he brought it up to Joe, the man smiled conspiratorially and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a surprise, X. You’ll have to see for yourself.”

Suddenly, Grian chirped and screamed, “Scar, be careful!!!” Xisuma looked up to see Scar barreling towards the group at…concerning speeds, to say the least. Scar yelled back, “I’m always careful!!” before proceeding to crash head first into a wall.

{GoodTimesWithScar experienced kinetic energy}

[GeminiTay]: LOL

[Grian]: WHAT PART OF BE CAREFUL DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND

{GoodTimesWithScar]: sorry guys!!! is the surprise ok?

Grian walked over to the place where Scar had splatted and gingerly picked up a plain white box. He peeked inside, and let out a sigh of relief. “Good, they’re still intact.” 

X wandered over. “What’s intact?” 

Joe, who had come over during the ruckus, reached into the box and pulled out a small skull-shaped object. “In Day of the Dead traditions, these are called calaveras,” he explained. “They’re treats for the dead, but we can also enjoy them. Look at the details I asked Scar to do!” X leaned closer, and saw that this particular skull was dyed bright blue on one side, but stayed white on the other. “Is that Jevin, by any chance?” Joe nodded enthusiastically. “I thought it would be cool if they looked like the hermits, even though it’s not traditional.” “It’s a really cool idea Joe! Really cool,” Xisuma said. 

They turned their attention to the rest of the base, which looked ready for a celebration. “X, do you have the photo?” Joe questioned. “Yup, got it right here.” X pulled a picture frame out of his backpack, walked over to the front wall of TFC’s base, and hung it on a conveniently placed hook. It was a picture of TFC, in all his black-and-white glory. Xisuma stepped back and admire both the photo and its surroundings. The golden petals, the soft glow of candles, and the last remains of a setting sun gave the whole base a warm light, the same that radiates from a small campfire. He breathes in, then out. Then he turns to the small crowd that has quietly gathered behind him. “Let’s have a good time, shall we?” Cheers erupted from the group. It will be a night of celebration. 

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The party is incredible. Food is passed around, glasses are filled with bubbly potions, and everyone all around has a good time. Toasts are made to TFC, friends recall fond memories, and the light surrounding his ofrenda only grows brighter through the night. It’s a night of remembrance and reverence and love. 

Eventually, the celebration winds down to a close, as most of the hermits decide to head home when Bdubs begins to loudly snore on Etho’s shoulder (don’t worry, the laughter woke him up). They choose to keep the candles lit overnight and snuff them out in the morning. The crowd slowly exits the base, pulling out elytras and rockets as they go. Eventually, the crowd is down to just Xisuma and Joe. The two decide to walk around TFC’s home one last time before leaving for the night, and that’s when they hear it.

Somewhere off in the distance, the duo hears a soft clink, clink, clink. Joe looks over at Xisuma with a quizzical look. Xisuma shrugs his shoulders. He didn’t have a clue as to where the sound came from. 

There it was again, clink, clink, clink. This time Joe pointed over to a small hole leading downwards. It was TFC’s stripmine, located a few blocks away from his base. Xisuma motioned for Joe to follow him as he walked towards the entrance. 

Down they went, past stone and more stone and a few leftover coal ores. They reached an area where the clinking got loud. “Is someone strip-mining down here?” Joe asked. Xisuma scanned the area, but saw nobody, and no torches. “Well, I don’t think anyone’s down here. Should we head back up?” Joe nods once before making a beeline for the exit. They make it all the way to the top before Joe holds a hand out a block him. “Look over there.” He points over to where the hermits had gathered earlier.

The petals, previously scattered, were now arranged in a pattern. “Thank you,” both hermits mouthed the word silently before turning to each other.

“Do you believe in spirits?” Xisuma asked Joe. Joe thought about that for a moment then said, “Well, depends. What are the chances that Grian, Scar, or somebody else with a mischief streak snuck back to do this?” “Possible, but not likely,” X replied. “Then,” Joe concluded, “for tonight, yes. I believe in spirits.”

The two stood in silence for a bit, before Joe suddenly said, “Well, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow?” The hermits had agreed to push back the next monthly meeting until after the Day of the Dead. “Yeah, see you tomorrow Joe.” Xisuma waved to Joe before heading off towards home.

Xisuma walked away, satisfied yet tired. Tomorrow was another meeting, another month, another day forward into the future. Yes, he missed TFC, but he knew that he and the other hermits would carry the man’s spirit with him until he too, faded away. 

Somewhere in the background, a wind picked up, swirled the orange petals, and carried them off into a twinkling sky.

[arevixie]

hello pokemon xy nation i need everyone to know that in lysandre's model from the xy games his mega ring has the team flare logo engraved on it. because of course he would do that. gawd

also obligatory sycamore mention lysandres ring is actually so massive on him . tbf lysandres ring was already a little big on him but like . ough.

[oboy-me]

Hello to all the new followers of the blog! I'll be working on some new stuff to post tomorrow including the two anons that have been sent in already, so I hope you're all looking forward to it! 😊💖

[chillingxy]

Hello!

I'm Xy (all pronouns) and this is my blog, I mostly reblog art and fandom related stuff but I occasionally reblog posts that I think are funny.

I tag and post in Spanish and English !!

You can use my art for personal use! Pfps, banners, edits, redraws. You don't need to ask as long as you credit me :}Don't like, don't read.

Inbox is always open to art prompts and to interact! Doodle requests are always open!!

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[xy-art]

Who's dario

Dario is a papal guard OC that I created for my canon storyline with @ardentfew . (I thought for sure I had a picrew I did for his face but I can’t find it i’ll have to draw his face later lol)

He was one of Lupo’s casual flings within his time at the Castel, all because his hubris urged him to accept a bet made with the prowler that he could beat him in a duel. Bet was either Lupo admits defeat and never returns to the Inn they brawled in (bc lupo was irritating him) or he has to service Lupo intimately for the night. Dario agreed bc bro didn’t think he could ever lose to him. (Spoilers: he lost)

Granted he’s a little “straight” ego boy, they have a lot of drama and end up dissatisfied with each other often, especially because once Malfatto takes notice, Dario taunts Mal about taking his man and it becomes another battle he wants to win merely for his ego’s sake. Lupo was his trophy since another man wanted him, plus he sorta got some feelings.

So basically, He’s Lupo’s fuck buddy and Malfatto’s distant coworker that likes it brag about his promotion over him until he started being stalked, drugged, and nearly murdered by Malfatto, for a man he really didn’t see as worth it, so he left Lupo.

I feature him lowkey in my art so if you see an annoyed papal guard, 90% chance it could be him

[insecateur]

Does it matter?

[void-inked-pen]

words can not express how amazing and fucked up Pokemon XYZ is and how the writing and animation have no right being as good as they actually are. As of this moment I'm not done with the show, I have 8 more episodes to go and will be half way done with that by today and im expecting my heart to get wrenched.

fans of XYZ... you have a valid reason to love this show and I am mad it took me till now to really see why

[kiloude-city]

Reading those stories at a surface level, it makes sense that Pokemon can talk and have human traits/appear human. Specifically because of the canon lore that's already there. For instance: that one kid that became a Abra, or majority if ghost pokemon being dead humans. Also the N Zoroark theory. I think N would be the last of that kind though.

Not to mention that Az is over 3,000 years old so in his time that would be the normal, since he fell in love with Floette before it was drafted into the war. It also makes sense that the war could have changed that perspective. AKA Humans seeing Pokemon as more tools of battle than equals.