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Curiosity

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DISTORTION WORLD

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Some more self-indulgent pokemon shenanigans, this time a Galactic Grunt Sona & more Copper doodles

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Gonna have a cup of tea despite it being kinda late because my head is pounding.

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Someone get him a babysitter

~Commissions are OPEN! Info is in the pinned post and in the sidebar!~

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I love him (would probably throw hands on sight, though).

i hate him

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if team galactic members are all named after celestial bodies there has to be some guy named Betelgeuse

BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE BEETLEJUICE

O: YO I know that guy!!!!!!!!! Sweet fella, works in the heavy machinery department. Absolute UNIT. Even taller than I am!! We meet around the cafeteria sometimes and talk about bug types. He's like, really good with them. Dude is super talented AND he can lift me like a bread stick, no kidding.

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Hi Bahn, just wanted to say I've always loved your art and fics!

Thank you for the motivation friend I forced Cyrus to hug your MC ✌️

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wearing sky-colored shoes to hide from the devil. earth colored hat to hide from god

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So there is a lot of bad stuff going on right now, and I'm sure there are lots of people feeling hopeless and thinking of suicide. Well, I've been suicidal for 21 years and I have a few practical pieces of advice for surviving that I rarely see in other places but I think have done more to keep me off the ledge than almost anything.

1. Don't feel guilty for wanting to kill yourself. Life can be extremely painful, and you are not weak, a coward, or irrational for considering the obvious way to alleviate that pain. Guilt on top of the rest of your pain will not help, and you are not a bad person. You are going to have to tell yourself this a lot.

2. If you think you might do it, find an excuse to live. This is different from a reason to live in that it is short term and shallow. For years my excuse was that I still had enough money to buy a pizza and I'd be damned if I didn't get my last pizza before I died, and if i still wanted to kill myself after the pizza then I had lost nothing. I swear this kept me alive through some of the hardest years of my life.

3. If you have an online friend you can trust, ask if they would be willing to do check in duty occasionally on your worst nights. It's very simple, on bad days where hurting yourself is a real possibility, ask your friend if they can send you a message at regular intervals, say 15 or 20 minutes, confirming that you are safe. It can be as simple as "check?", with you responding "I'm ok". Being immediately held accountable makes not doing it so much easier. I asked a friend to help me like this about two weeks ago to deal with a really bad self harm day and the difference between trying to do it on your own and simple check ins is astounding. It hurts so much less.

4. You die with nothing left on the table. This is for when it's over and you are going to kill yourself. You have a plan, you are ready, and you want to. At this point you are effectively dead. Which means there are no consequences. You can finally do the thing that you were always too scared to do. Maybe it's quitting your job, or confessing to your crush. For me it was coming out as trans. This is your last ditch effort, so if it blows up in your face and ruins everything it is no loss because your plan will still work tomorrow. You were already dead anyway, who cares if you left behind a bit more chaos.

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if you're all technically property of the team galactic corporation how much would it be to buy one of you

Boss is...Protective.

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I'm on TCGP now if anyone wants to be friends!

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Watercolor piece of the biggest (tiniest) Gamer in all of Sinnoh

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cw: a little angst, pla ingo, pasio verse

pairing: Ingo/Reader

“Hey, Ingo, were you dressed up as a decrepit version of yourself for Halloween by any chance?” you caught the older of the Subway Bosses as he was taking a break from training for the tournament he and his brother were hosting. He blinked as he took your question. It seemed that he had no idea what you were talking about. Honestly, you had not been so sure either. But, it was clearly Ingo. You had seen his face. His attire definitely had been a bit strange, but it had been Halloween. The simplest explanation was that he was wearing a costume.

“No, I was not,” came the reply from him, “… I was wearing my current attire. Emmet and I obtained these costumes and opted to wear them together.” His hand came to hold the brim of his hat. “Perhaps you simply saw someone dressed up as me… I cannot say that it is impossible,” he attempted to explain away the situation, “People have dressed up as my brother and me before.” You had already considered that, but the issue was that the face was certain his own. There was no question in that despite the goatee.

“… It was you,” you deadpanned, “Ingo, I know your face. That was you.” He tensed up at your insistence. It was clear he had not been expected it. For a moment, you both stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. You were not backing down. That had been Ingo that you saw. Even if his coat was ragged and tattered, those shoes were simply impossible not to recognise. Though, the tunic had been an odd choice.

“… Dearest,” he simply replied, “It was not me.” His hand came to hold his chin. The gears in his head were clearly turning as he debated just what you could have seen. He closed his eyes. With no doubt in his mind, he knew it was not him. “A Zoroark, then,” he tried again, “Or a Ditto. There is not a chance it was Emmet or myself.” You were still unconvinced. The costume was too elaborate for either pokemon to have done that.

Yet, just as you went open your mouth again, you both heard footsteps approach. Turning your heads toward the direction they came from, you both saw a familiar coat. A tattered one. Ingo tensed up. You blinked. What… was this…? The man truly had Ingo's face. His steps drew to a halt just before you both. He gazed at Ingo intensely. They both seemed to lock eyes and not break away from it.

“… Excuse me,” his voice was a bit lower and raspier than Ingo's own, yet sounded nearly identical, “Who might you be?” Ingo's eyes narrowed. He clearly was on edge by this apparent clone. You, however, found yourself fascinated. Grasping Ingo's arm, you tugged on his sleeve. He let out a breath.

“I am the Subway Boss Ingo,” the older twin politely answered his question, “I return the sentiment to you; who might you be?” The identical stranger blinked a few times – His mouth coming to hang open in apparent shock. Something was clearly at play here, yet you and Ingo had no idea clue as to what it could be. He did a similar movement to Ingo, grasping the brim of his hat and pulling it down over his eyes.

“… I am warden Ingo of the Pearl Clan,” he offered in reply. You blinked. That was the group that the one Hisuian woman had mentioned being the head of. Why would one of her people seem so similar to Ingo? You did not recall him mentioning any Sinnohan ancestry. Even he seemed baffled at your side. “… By any chance, do you know a man who looks like you?” he asked simply. Ingo stood even more stiffly.

“… In fact, I do,” he replied, “Why do you ask?” The other Ingo seemed lost in thought. His eyes gazed at the Ingo at your side with a strange fascination.

“I… Can barely recall anything but my own name,” the warden explained, “… Yet, this identical man flashed into my mind. I feel like I must see him at once.” Ingo's eyes grew lidded. Your own heart pounded with empathy. This situation had grown truly bizarre. Ingo fished out his phone from his pocket and called Emmet, asking him to head over to the area you both were at as soon as he could. The younger twin was hesitant due to their current training regiment, but a simple bit of pushing made him relent. You telling him to come probably also helped.

It was not long until a third person with the same face stepped forward. Emmet stood in even more shock at the sight of the pair of Ingos. You watched as he took careful steps to your Ingo's side. The Warden observed the newcomer with a strange expression. His eyes were wide as he observed the two standing side by side. Then, tears began to swell in his eyes. They fell down his cheeks as he remained silent. The twins were beyond confused. Slowly, you began to have an idea.

An idea you disliked immensely.

Letting go of Ingo's arm, you rushed to his counterpart. Unconsciously, you brought a hand to help wipe away his tears. He allowed you to do so. Your eyes met his own. There was a familiar gentleness in them that you did not dare fail to recognise. He brought a calloused hand to your cheek. “D-Dearest…” the word was more like a whimper from him. Your heart hurt. He suddenly clung to you, making Ingo and Emmet gasp from behind. You allowed him to hold you.

The future seemed much less bright with this knowledge.

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Basically, "do it mildly to moderately uncomfortable." If you're actually really anxious - like freezing up, can't sleep, can't think about anything else - ease into it as much as possible. Or reconsider why you're doing it. If you're not doing it for the right reasons; dip.

Save "do it scared" for emergencies and the unavoidable.

Building courage and tolerance is like building muscle. If you go too fast, too heavy, too soon, you'll tear something and be out of commission for awhile. Possibly a long while.

“Do it scared” but please realize that, if you Do It Scared too much and don’t let yourself rest + relax + have fun in between, you will fuck yourself up. If you “do it scared” all day every day, you will burn out badly and quickly. Sometimes this is temporarily necessary but please keep this in mind.

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What we have here is the two of the most bad-ass guards of the Netherworld. If you think Cerberus made you pee your pants, you sure ain’t seen nothin’ yet, not even these two. They’re Cowhead and Horseface, [牛头马面 niu tou ma mian] and they’re scary as hell (haha), as seen in this verse:

“The Bull-head demons The Horse-face demons With iron spikes and bronze gavels, They strike till faces contort and blood flows down;“ 

[Admittedly, I don’t think demons should be in the plural form because they’re the only ones with this kind of funky appearance.]

Like all guards, they have the required armour, weapons and all that jazz, but did you know they also brought souls down to the Underworld? Bet you didn’t see that coming. I don’t know how they can guard this place and bring back souls, but hey - being a god means you’re like, everywhere 24/7 and on call all the time.

And why not? You see, Cowhead and Horseface used to be, well, a cow and a horse who worked tilling the land. When they died, King Yama was real impressed with them, and he needed hard workers to run hell smoothly, so he was all, "All right, Imma make you the guards of hell, yo,” and he gave them a human appearance.

So like, they should have ruled hell this way forever right? Wrong!

Too bad Cowhead and Horseface dealt with humans all the damn time and had to listen to their complaints, and the dead could talk your ear right off. The worst part of the job was being on earth all the damn time because mortals could track you down and beg you not to take them or their relatives or whatever, which was what happened. 

See, there was this Squire called Ma, and he had like a shit ton of concubines but only one son. And you know we Chinese people like male heirs, and he really wanted to throw a huge-ass birthday party for his son so he went to see a fortune teller. 

So then like, he went to the fortune teller to ask for his son’s fortune, and the prophet was all, “Dude, your son is supposed to die on his eighteenth birthday!”

The Squire nearly went batshit insane.

But the prophet was all, “Dude, chill. All you gotta do is to bring food to this secret location and beg for your son’s life, and all will be good, man.”

So the Squire was like, kay, and he walked all the way to see Cowhead and Horseface, climbing up the steps up to this temple to get to them.

When he got there, these two people were like, playing chess, so he brought the food down and said, “Hi, it’s not like I need your help or anything, but here’s something for you to eat.” Cowhead and Horseface were all like, “Cool! Thanks!” and started eating.

But they knew - like, duh! - that this man wanted something, so they asked the Squire what he wanted and the Squire was all, “Well, don’t take my son please. He’s gonna turn 18 this year and he’s my only heir,” all that jazz.

Then Cowhead and Horseface were like, “No way, man! Rules are rules and besides, King Yama would like, totally punish us. I mean, you can’t like, twist the rules of hell you know.”

But the Squire pleaded like mad, getting on his knees and all, so they were like, “Kay, whatever. We kind of needed more time to finish the chess game anyways,” and didn’t go grab the soul of the Squire’s son.

Yay for the Squire, but there was trouble for these two.

See, King Yama found out, and he got so mad that he changed their faces back to their animal form, and they became these freakish half-human, half-animal beings that you see all the time.

It ain’t that bad, though - I’m sure they scare the shit out of all those evil spirits - that is, if evil spirits still had shit to be scared out of.

And that’s my cool story, bro.

Also, the quote is from this website and you can check out some more badass depictions of them over there as well.