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doughma · 6 months

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some time ago i got tagged in the twst ask meme w/e and me n my friend wanted to redo them since its been a year and our tastes have changed and, i have no where else to post this big ass blog post so dont look at me

Would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

most of the time i like the human option cause its the default and what i would be if i got transported in and also human/non human is always top tier BUT i also played with the idea of my yuusona being a fae or more specifically the twst version of tinkerbell so id like either human or fae

Would you be at rsa or nrc?

NRC hands down, im too chaotic neutral for rsa i would go insane there i may look cute and very femme but the way i talk is anything but lady like and i dont wanna hear the gasps from rsa students when i tell them to fuck off

What dorm would you belong to?

tests gave me pomefiore which i absolutely accept, but i woudnt mind diasomnia either for the uniform lol but pomef with the poison potion makin love would be the most fun imo even if vil and i would butt heads all the time

What character(s) would you be best friends with?

imm just go down the list of every dorm Heartslabyul: tbh tbh, probs fucking none of them MAYBE DEUCE but honestly all their first impressions i would just avoid the whole ass dorm all together

Savanaclaw: all of them, idc i see fluffy ears and tails and im already making my way over to try and get them to agree and let me pet them I WILL DO ANYTHING TO SHOVE LEONAS EAR INTO MY FUCKING MOUTH also im a women so its already in my favour with them, ruggie would be easy to befriend because its in his dna to be submissive to women and we both love doughnuts, leonas gonna take some work but MY BOY I PROMISE THIGH AND TITTY PILLOW IF YOU LET ME PLAY WITH YOUR EARS AND HAIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING JUST ONE CHANCE- and oourgh jacks so cute and big and would have the best reactions because hes tsun i cant help but wanna pet and tease him i OUGGRHU

Octavinelle: azulu, MAYBE maybe floyd maybe maybe! maybe tweels! maybe! it really fucking depends because ill give they a pass for chapter 3 because theyre fish people and my burning curiosity would make me forgive them just to be able to ask them questions about being mer folk and maybe try to ask if i could touch them while theyre fish people LIKE LISTEN I JUST LIKE TOUCHING FISH OKAY???? I LIKE THE SLIMEY FEEL IM SO DAMN CURIOUS AND IM DYING TO TOUCH AN OCTOPUS my personal need and love for fish would win over their wrong doings, that one voice clip of THEY WERE THE BEST TRIO AROUND what about the people they murdered WHAT MURDERS???? is how i feel about them

Scarabia: none. chapter 4 would have ended differently if i was there and it would have been violent. kalims also too sunshine boy for my tastes even if i would humor him if he talked to me but i would just find it too exhausting to deal with on a personal level

Pomefiore: rook! i love my fucking hunter mans! i love how weird and passionate he is and i wanna hear all the gossip i KNOW HE KNOWS AND HEARS and i wouldnt judge him for being a fanboy because honestly same lol i got that obsessive trait in me too bbgirl i understand show me more pictures of neiges knee caps i would love to see it vils a maybe but honestly, even if i wish to pull him into a deep kiss and then choke him out i dont really see the two of us getting along

Ignihyde: oh both of them easily, orthos the cutest baby brother and i would love to hug and care for him and tell him all kinds of praise and HES SO CUTE HES THE BABIEST AND NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED idia because were both reclusive gamers and i wouldnt care to hang out with him irl he can hmu on the twst discord and we can vc game together hed be the best gaming buddy

Diasomnia: i dont care for silver im sorry, hes so pretty but he has the personality of someone i would just look over and forget he was even there sebek LOL sebby my sebz,,, mr sebster,,,,, emotionally i love that stupid fucking croc, realistically? the moment hes too loud, im already leaving the room and judging from a distance lilia is my gamer bbfy #2 i love grandpa bat sm UGH hes so cute and small god i wanna hold and HE WOULD FUCKING LET ME i think my talk of calling myself mommy would amuse him malleus is a funny case tbh! his horns and whole demeanor would interest me and im walking over to ask if i can touch his horns also begging crying PLEASE LET ME TOUCH THEM his little gaogao kun would be a fun topic because i love tamagotchi and i would want one lol and wed probs let them met up and play with each other :]

What character(s) would you hate?

Ace. hes a cunt idc tho like respect ig because he doesnt care hes an asshole and doesnt change so like you do you ig? but i would hate him! like from the moment he made fun of you for not knowing the seven it was already over, i would have started a fight right then and there with him and thrown hands I COULD FUCKING TAKE ACE HONESTLY EVEN AS A GIRL hes all bark and if you start to get physically it would throw him off at first and thats more than enough time to get at least one punch to his face, hes deff the type that likes to bully out of affection but im someone who fucking hates that so it would never work out even if we had a decent first impression

epel, sorry hime it just aint happening i LOVE my cute shit and anything i find cute and he would react poorly to our first meeting and me calling him a cutie pie and im not here for people who have over reactions to the most nothing of anything like if you have personal problems with those kinds of things, thats a YOU problem and you need to work on that yourself and not snap at people you just fucking met, id forgive him if he apologized but i still wouldnt wanna get close to him and would still side eye him scarabia, chapter 4 just ruined it honestly like jamil, i dont care how fucking hot you are the canon ruined you for me. gods tho hes so fucking hot and it sucks I WOULD HAVE FORGIVEN HIM IF HE APOLOGIZED IN CANON BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOO- i also dont hate kalim but IM TOO FUCKING TIRED FOR HIS CHARA TYPE OKAY

What character(s) would you date?

i still kinda like the idea of dating rook because i do like the idea of someone being obsessed with me, but on the other hand my jealous hand....... rooks a man of love for everyone and i respect that but i wouldnt be able to truly handle it if im being honest IM SORRY ROOK I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOUR HUNTER PERSONALITY AND THE THRILL OF THE HUNT BUT I WANT A MAN THATS ONLY GONNA LOOK AT ME AND I KNOW I CANT FUCKING COMPETE WITH VIL OF ALL PEOPLE WAHHHHHHHHHHHH leona is honestly a chara i didnt expect to love as much as i do now because it hit hard how compatible we are- also hes a leo and aquarius can get along well with leos an- but um in my obsessive au writing for leona he really is my fucking type god do i wanna just take a nap with him and gently brush his hair and take care of him and LEONA IF YOURE LOOKING FOR A NEW MOMMY IM RIGHT FUCKING HERE MY THIGHS ARE FAT AS FUCK ugh i just love a man thats pathetic and depressed it makes me wanna give them the motherly tender love they need and fix them OR make them worse depends on how im feelin atm i also kinda feel id be a good or okay match for azul idunno? hes also kinda pathetic but in the cute way i wanna squish his face and coo at him and then violently shove my tongue down his throat, hes also someone who needs tender love and im here to provide it I ALSO WOULD BE DOWN TO FUCK AN OCTOPUS its on the bucket list idia but only because we fit the image couple thats tall skinny dark punk dude with his thick high femme pink gf, im the EXCUSE YOU HE ASK FOR NO PICKLES gf and in my monster fuckers dreams, malleus lilia and sebek are also on the list because PLEASE ITS ON THE BUCKET LIST I NEED TO FUCK SOMEONE NON HUMAN BECAUSE I GO BACK TO MY WORLD PLEASE-

What would floyd’s nickname be for you?

maybe frilled shark lol, i dress cute but im also elusive when i wanna be and dont like to personally share info about myself and not much is know about frilled sharks, im also bite first ask questions later WILL STAB AS A WARNING

and rook’s?

mademoiselle gaieté, or mademoiselle merriment is still absolutely it, im forever gonna have laughing as my talking filler/quirk its just apart of who i am as a person and how i talk i cant help it

What twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

floyd still, we are both moody bitches and can change at a drop of a hat tho im better at controlling it and getting over it without having a reaction at the other person, as long as they leave me alone for at least five mins i tend to get over it nicely if you leave me alone for a bit and let me calm myself down instead of bugging me more about it or continue to poke at me cause then im gonna get mad and violent also a little like leona with being stubborn as a person and not wanting to change and being a lazy fucking cat like bitch lol i took a test once and got trey so, do with that info as you will

Which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

normal stuff probs math or art, but which one i would be doing my best at because i want to? potionology because it SOUNDS FUCKING COOL MAN IT SOUNDS LIEK SM FUN TO BE A LITTLE WITCHY GIRLY WITH MY WITTLE CAULDREN MAKING SOME POTIONS and because i also want to bark for crewel papa

What club would you join?

im still forever on the board games club man it just sounds like fun and i only wanna do clubs that is fun also azululu and idia are there so its a fun club with some people id be friends with so even more fun!!!! another fun one imo would be science club since theres all the new magical flowers this world has and potion making??? it would be fun to experiment and learn new things tho clubs i personally was in during my school days were art club and the recycle club

How do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

i still personally think i would be okay, like im alive, tho emotionally? depends really. i think i probs would be a little more aloof and standoffish being taken away from my family and brother and would be a little worried about my brothers mental state with me being suddenly gone that it might make me crack a little when im alone at night like a bitch might cry herself to sleep and be more snappy with random students talking or bothering me but im also very used to being alone in life, at work, at school, so being the only girl might cause me to be alone further so i dont think it would bother me that much and id be able to handle it fairly well tho i might end up clinging to a teacher or crowley lol like after school im just gonna go hang out with crewel to see if he needs help with anything like IM A LONELY LITTLE PUPPY PAPA PLEASE LET ME DO SOMETHING WAHHHHHHHHHHH and tbh i probs would end up in the science club because of him kdfngfdjkgnjkfd i used to be an assistant teacher for a pharmacy class during covid and helped teach the students that were ready for iv making while he dealt with the new students so i wouldnt mind helping out the teachers with paper work and grading since its sometime ive done and enjoyed but overall maybe a little lonely life until i find friends but not anything i wouldnt be able to handle, and im not above whining to crowley for stuff since i am now in his care lol

[optional!] What would your unique magic be?

still probs anything that would freeze or petrify the people i use it on lmao a UM that would make people leave me alone is perfect imo my brother likes to joke that i am a ice queen so its fitting

#me trying to remember if having key words in the posts will make them show up in the tags #or is that just twitter?#who knows #if this shows up in the tags #20$ to fuck off

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local-ground-apple · 4 years

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curse me

warnings: slightly yanderish/quite a lot of apples

,,Where’s the apple?”

For Vil Schoenheit, it was a normal Tuesday evening he was passing in his own company applying make-up and relaxing.

Well, until you slammed the door with such force, making him flinch and let out a surprised yelp which resulted in smeared mascara he had been carefully applying. Seeing black smudge in the mirror, he frowned and turned around ready to snap at you.

Yet your panicked voice filled with absolute terror and determination made him close his mouth. Vil put a hand on his hip and eyed you with rather judgmental and critical look, clearly displeased of your current state.

You were panting and you leaned on door for support, trying to catch your breath. Your uniform was creased and your hair disheveled. Vil’s sharp eyes caught on the small smear on your make-up.

But it wasn’t your appearance that made him confused and slightly concerned, but your next words.

,,Where’s the apple?”

You managed to say, catching a breath after each word as you carefully looked around his impeccable room, searching for the fruit which was supposed to bring your salvation. Your blunt words made Vil only more confused and slightly annoyed.

How dared you barge into his room without proper invitation, startle him and on top of it, make him mess up his perfect make-up.

You were such a ill-mannered potato.

Such insolate behavior was driving him up the wall, as he began to feel irritated.

But asking him for the apple was rather unforeseen.

,,What apple?”

,,THE apple”

Vil sighed after making sure you both were talking about the same apple.

The apple.

The poisonous apple he was very fond of.

On top of your sudden inroad, asking for the apple was rather brash and Vil wasn’t keen on letting you have your way.

At least not after scolding you for your behavior, then scolding Rook for letting you reach his sacred room so easily, eventually listening to your explanation and refusing rather harshly.

,,I’m not giving it to you, besides doors are supposed to be knocked on, have you seen what you did to my fa-STOP RUMMAGING IN MY DRAWERS!”

His cold voice soon raised, as you opened randomly one of the drawers which was the closest to you. His eyes widened slightly, finally realizing you were set on cursing yourself. Vil let out barely audible “tsk”, as he yanked your arm, making you turn to him.

Frightened look appeared on your face for a brief moment, before you clutched cuffs of his jacket, imploringly looking at him.

,,Curse me”

,,Excuse-me?”

,,Fine, then I will curse myself”

“Excuse-you?”

Vil was staring at you with wide eyes.

Did you truly want to put yourself into sleeping curse without any bright perspective to wake up anytime soon, unless you had certain someone who was your true love?

He didn’t understand you at all.

Vil once briefly mentioned to you the side effects of the curse and how once it was casted, he wouldn’t be able to lift it. Yet, you were ready to throw away your present life and willingly take a bite of that apple.

“Pomefiore was closer than Diasomnia and I’m not sure whether Malleus would let me prick finger on his spinning wheel, so I came”

You started explaining, your hands still tightly holding Vil’s cuffs. You nervously looked in the direction of the door, just as if you were waiting for someone to come after you. Vil narrowed his eyes, silently urging you to continue with your explanation.

At the same time part of him was indignant. How could the thought of asking Malleus for help even cross your mind, when you had him? With rather similar curse which didn’t involve any small injuries or blood, obviously, he was indeed a better choice.

,,Listen, I need to bite that apple. Please, Vil.”

Vil let out a barely audible chuckle and soon smirk crept on his rosy lips. What could possible push you to bite the apple. Although he tried to ask you, you shook your head and refused to answer his question. You just continued begging him in your sweet, slightly faltering voice.

Vil enjoyed your glassy eyes, rosy lips formed in thin line and soft hands desperately clutching his jacket. He could forget your disheveled appearance.

Maybe he would even let you have your bite since you’re begging so nicely.

,,And how exactly do you plan on waking up ?”

His sultry voice asked you, making you finally realize that his curse may not be temporary. As your eyes widen upon sudden realization, his cold fingers started fixing up your creased uniform. You briefly debated on his words.

,,Can’t you bring me back?”

Your innocent question only made him chuckle. Of course he could lift the curse.

Only if he gave you another apple, not the apple you wanted.

You should be lucky that Vil had formulated a backup plan, specially for you. He was soon planning on confessing his true feelings towards you and if you were to turn them down…

Well, he prepared an apple.

He spent many evenings working on a special curse destined just for you. Poring over old, dusty volumes of ancient spells, looking for specific ingredients, testing various formulas and then perfecting it.

Vil Schoenheit wasn’t delusional.

He wasn’t sure if his feelings towards you were truly plausible. Perhaps, he didn’t love you, maybe it was just a twisted obsession.

After all, could he adore someone other than himself? He wasn’t sure, so he wasn’t going to risk giving you the apple with Evil Queen’s curse. Yet, he wanted you so badly. Besides, no one would dare to reject the Vil Schoenheit.

Vil Schoenheit wasn’t your true love.

His kiss would never wake you up.

That’s why, he slightly modified the recipe to ensure he would be able to bring you back in his arms. Of course, only when he decided it’s the perfect time. You needed some adjustments and Vil was more than willing to do them for you. He was the perfect man who deserved appropriate lover.

Vil simply couldn’t wait to turn your sleeping self into his ideal darling

Enhance your beauty, apply make-up he deemed as proper, fix your imperfections, so you would wake up as the best version of yourself considered as worthy of Vil.

You hadn’t deserved him, yet.

,,Of course I can wake you up”

,,Maybe after a month or two it would be good”

You said and he simply nodded.

Month or two simply wouldn’t do. Vil definitely needed more time, so when the curse is finally graciously lifted, you would have no one beside him. You would have to rely and be dependable on him.

Vil picked up the apple with modified curse and slowly lifted it near your rosy lips.

You made it so much simpler for him, willingly walking into his clutches. You failed to notice his impatience and dangerous smirk gracing his lips.

,,Don’t worry, when you wake up you will be perfect”

Before you had a chance to imply what he meant, Vil bit an apple. His lips soon crashed on yours, slipping the piece of the poisonous fruit into your mouth. Suddenly regretting your choice, you began to struggle in his iron grip, but it was too late. He wasn’t going to let you go. Soon unwillingly you swallowed the piece of apple, realising Vil’s face may be the only one you will see when you wake up.

If you wake up, that’s it.

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theblackbirdsgemimagines · 4 years

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May I request for the Leona, Vil, Azul and our boy Jack getting stuck in their MC's world and their experience? (MC is with them)

Oh sweet Jesus akdhakdhsk FORGIVE ME OF MY RATHER CYNICAL OUTLOOK ON OUR LIL BLUE PLANET 😬 I think it’s understandable to be more cynical than ever in this Hell Year, lolll

Send these poor, sweet babies back home, they deserve better than to be stuck here of all places 😅 ESPECIALLY JACK AAAAAA SAVE THE BABY 💔

Ok, not even going to play with you... Vil would thrive, lol.

Just give him time enough to stop panicking over all his lost clothes, magic, etc., and find new things that works for him and his detailed self-care routine, and whatever he chooses to do, he will make Fat Stacks in.

He’s the male version of Belle Delphine, here ajdhakdhsj

He appears anywhere, on tv with some company to continue his performer career he had back home, or on youtube/instagram, and he is almost immediately just as famous here as he was in Wonderland.

Can we really blame anyone, tho? Look at him.

And there’s no Neige here!

Also, ‘my’ Vil is definitely the one that knows there are many different ways to be beautiful~. He may be a bit more blunt to his friends if he thinks they’re not quite hitting the usual mark their talents place them in. But that’s only because he cares about them, and wants everyone to see their best, as he does~. He’s an absolutely encouraging sweetheart to anyone else/a beginner at whatever their passion is, though~. And either way, he’s your best cheerleader~.

Of course he still just doesn’t feel himself without his magic, or ability to do potions. I don’t think he’d find the witchcraft in our world would suit him very well.

If he was really stuck for good, of course he’d make the best of it. But if he could go home, especially if you wanted to go back with him, he’d jump at the chance. And always be on the lookout for the chance.

But that being said, I think, aside from all the world’s problems, of course, he’d find it interesting just how similar, and vastly different, things are here.

He donates Ass Loads to so many charities, like honestly.

Rich boy knows his privilege, and lets others ride off his advantages as much as he can. 💜

He becomes friends with James Charles. You know he does.

You can’t be truly fully beautiful if you’re not also lovely on the inside, too, after all~!

Rip Rook wherver he is, he is lost without his Queen 😔

Gosh, in direct contrast to Vil, Leona probably suffers the most over here?? Jahdkshdj

I know they based his sleep habits off a irl lion, but that also sounds just a Tad Bit like possible depression to me (along with a lot of the other ways he’s behaved so far, lol).

Get this sweetheart to some therapy, maybe?? Help him get a lil energy boost at least to help him feel better 💛

He’s going to HATE the work pace people have to maintain just to eat here, 100%.

He enjoys the entertainment the most, though~. Video games, things you can watch online, all those sorts of things~. Might like a few of our sports, too~.

Poor bby struggles with having to work, though, please help him 💔

At least he doesn’t have to live under being Forever Prince, here, and doesn’t have to worry about turning anything he touches to sand. And the lions in the zoos are pretty cool to go see~!

He’d probably love it if he could go to Africa and see what our “Afterglow Savannah” looks like here~. Meet the lions that are in the wild~.

I imagine he and Jack would both lose the ears for human ones, and the tails, too. (😢💔) So he probably feels weird seeing himself like that, and might miss his tail. Especially if it helped him with balance. Give him some time to adjust to it~. There’s these neat new tails people made for cosplay, that can move around on their own, if he’d like one to help him not miss his old one so much~!

I had to really think about what the heck he’d even do for a job, cause he’s so grumpy to everyone, retail’s just OUT, lol. And I don’t think he’d be that great at something like youtube, either ajdhsjjd

It’s hard for him to not just lay around all lazy, rather than think of stuff to do for it/actually get up and go do it. Let alone all the meetings, and interacting with fans, and the like.

So maybe actually being one of the zookeepers would be a good fit for him~. He’d be obligated to actually go, and he’d get to be around lots of different animals~. Might help him feel more at home, too~. I think he’d be pretty good at it, and the animals would probably be drawn to him~ 💛

He’d also absolutely challenge the authority here (or anywhere else that has appalling governments, especially if they’re not run by women). The state of things, and the way women and minorities are treated by white men around the world, and men in general, would absolutely appall him. He so drunk on that respecc women juice, he just can’t wrap his head around what the hell the problem is with those rich assholes in power. Put him in power, and he’ll ruthlessly show them what-for! ALL the others behind him would be women! Good grief, humans!

All in all, he doesn’t mind it here, but would also prefer to be home, where he can sleep more, and Ruggie can run around for him most of the time, lol

Besides, that allowed him to spend more time with you~! 💛

(LOOKIT THAT HAPPY BOY SMILE!!! I’M DEAD 💞💞💞)

Oh, Jack. Sweet, sweet Jack.

He absolutely becomes a personal trainer as a job, here. 1000%. He lives that Exercise Junkie Lifestyle, there’s just no doubt about it.

He’s VERY encouraging to his students, though~! Build up that beef, guys, he has total faith in you~! 🤍🤍

He absolutely loooooooves going anywhere to see wolves. He’d probably really love the wooded mountains in Europe, if you ended up there, or in Oregon/Washington if you ended up here in America~. Definitely Canada, or Alaska, too~! Just give him huge trees, snowy winters, and nearby mountains, and he feels right at home~.

Idk if he’d miss his magic a whole heck of a lot, tbh?? But he WOULD miss his friends and family! It’s just not quite the same here, though he thinks it’s beautiful and interesting to see where you came from~. 🤍

He’s a good boy 😭

Also appalled with the state of so many rulers and governings both in your home, and around most of the world, lol.

He can’t stand seeing so many people suffer like that! How can they possibly live the life that’s the most healthy and happy for them to live, disabled, chronically ill, or not, if they’re suffering under an iron fist all the time?!

He CAN’T stand for it. You won’t stop him till he sees good change starting to finally happen. Especially if you live here! There’s no way he can just sit around and have you be subjected to that!

HE’S A GOOD BOY 😭

You gotta calm him down a lot and remind him there are others just as good and kind as he is, fighting to change things too 🤍

God help people if he gets here anytime within 2020-2021. He’s sucker punching nearly everyone he sees without a mask.

He’s also sucker punching every nazi he sees, too.

My goodness, please show him the movie Wolf Children! He’ll hide the fact he’s crying multiple times through it, but it’s one of his favorite movies here~.

If you do manage to go back to Wonderland, please try to bring a copy of it with you. It’s the one thing he’ll miss most, and keep asking to watch with you again, before remembering it doesn’t exist there. 😭

He also misses his tail and ears a lot. Losing all of that + his senses would be very a very awkward adjustment for him, and he wouldn’t really like it poor bby 💔 Give him lots of hugs to compensate U-U 🤍

His favorite thing to do with you would probably be to go hiking, and stay in a little cabin in the woods, for a week or two~. Somewhere in one of the previously mentioned places~.

(I couldn’t find a chibi gif of Azul to use, rip 😭)

Azul is just straight up becoming a mafia boss, probably wkdhakdjjs.

He’s the ‘good’ kind, though. He’s learned his lesson since his overblot, and he won’t outright kill people for not paying him back, or introduce drugs, or anything like that.

He’ll help people obtain what they want as legally as possible... But that doesn’t mean he still won’t be sly as hell about it, haha~.

He’ll protect loyal/good customers and the areas they live in, too~. In fact, he’d probably reDUCE crime from doing so.

He just learns all the dirty ins and outs of everything about how things run here. And as much as he’ll fight for change as the others would, because there’s no way any of that is an acceptable way for you to live, he’ll work dirty in order to take advantage of the system, to do so. What better way, right? Make the dominos fall from the inside out.

He’s a good business man, he knows doing so would also benefit him, too.

He’s like Bruce Wayne if Bruce Wayne was a rich mafia leader jeehskdje

Need health benefits to work for him? Covered. Need above-average pay to actually afford your bills and other stuff? Covered. Need education to do a job for him? They’ll train you.

He’s also practically a Gordon Ramsey, tbh. Lots of his bars will pop up across the world, if he stays here long enough, lol. But they’ll all help a good number of people, in doing so~.

He also donates as much as he can, too. If he’s gonna become even a fraction as rich as Jeff Bozos, he’s ending world hunger and homelessness every year.

And boy oh BOY will he swindle the rich akdhakdhwj

He will whip them so hard, they won’t know what the hell hit them.

He may have been under restrictions at the college, but he sure as hell isn’t here. Watch out as he spreads his tentacles wings.

And, of course, he adores being anywhere near the coast. Doesn’t matter what part of the world you’re in, he just needs to be by the sea.

All the polution absolutely breaks his sweet little heart, and that’s one of the first things on his list to fix. Dealing with trash back home was much easier... you could just zap it all away at big trash fields. But you don’t have that luxury here.

Being that he doesn’t really like his ocotpus form (bbyyyyyy 😢💔), he probably doesn’t mind the permanent legs. At least he doesn’t have to constantly take a potion to keep them, anymore.

But it’s still awkward to get used to. And he can’t stand that he can’t breathe underwater anymore, or go too far down without dying from the pressure.

He’ll dive as often as he can~. And loves to dive, or snorkle, or just swim~, with you, if you want to join him~.

He does miss his home, if only for the beauty and familiarity it had, despite a lot of bad memories around it. But there’s no doubt he’d thrive here, in a way only he could~.

He totally believes your own version of mermaids exists, and gets excited over anything that could prove it to be true 😅

Plus, he’s just obsessed with how marine life works here in general~. If he can juggle being a freakin maffia boss, and a marine biologist just out of the pure love for it, I have no doubt he’d do it~.

Humans most likely evolved from creatures in the water?? That’s amazing~! So the ocean feels like a distant memory of a second home~! He’d love to bond over that, the romantic~ 💜

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #twst leona #twst vil #twst jack #twst azul #sweet anon #answered #BLESS FOR THE ASK MY FRIEND I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE THOUGHTS OF MINE~! 💞💞💞

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halfgclden · 3 years

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Reid and the Rook

Corvus found himself in the rafters of a room he didn’t recognize, crouched as though ready to spring. He couldn’t quite remember what had brought him here, and the haziness that seemed to curl around the edge of his vision indicated that he was asleep. He dropped down to the ground, gave a cursory glance around, and almost moved to the second floor when he heard a noise outside. He climbed out onto the balcony, assuming that his attention was meant to be there, and looked around at the street, lit up with pumpkins, candles, dotted with shadowy birds and cats.

Halloween. He didn’t know where, but he at least knew when. It was either the night that he was sleeping or when he was going to end up at this place, but the small vision into it meant that it held some significance. People moved about the streets, their faces obscured, either by costume or by shadow, but one face a few yards away caught his attention. Hers.

Will almost opened his mouth to call out to his sister, but he knew that it would be to no avail. Instead, he climbed down the fire escape, keeping his eyes on her so he could trail her movements, figure out what exactly he was supposed to do for her.

For a moment, Reid was looking at herself as if suspended from above: mismatched eyes bright behind an oversized pair of glasses, bowtie hanging untied around her neck, a lazy grin on her face. The vision of herself before her blinked at the same time she did and everything went dark. Shadows swirled through her vision, and when Reid opened her eyes again, she was the one standing on the decorated New Athens street. Shadows pooled at her feet as she glanced down at herself. She was still dressed in her costume, just as she had been earlier that night. Reid flexed her fingers, testing the limits of her dream-self; her shadow moved a few seconds later, as if there had been a delay. Strange. But not any stranger than her recent dreams of metallic birds, talking dogs, and the Underworld.

Shadowy creatures floated down the street around her as she walked through the dim light. A raven cawed somewhere overhead and Reid flinched violently, the memory of birds attacking still fresh in her mind from her earlier encounter with the daughter of Morpheus' mist creations. Her face grew hot with embarrassment at her reaction and she glanced around to make sure no one had noticed. Realizing her mistake in her own dream, she groaned and was about to turn a corner to avoid a group of masked townsfolk when she felt eyes on her. Reid raised her head and peered into the murky distance.

Will landed, the vision almost seeming to shake as his feet hit the ground. His eyes darted around as he focused on the girl he had seen before, and his cloak billowed around them as he charted a path, ducking around people. Though the last time he'd seen Reid in person was long enough for her to look different, definitely older, he recognized his sister in an instant. It wasn't at all like looking in a mirror, and entirely like looking on the other side of a coin. "Where are you going?" He muttered, then followed with, "Where are you?" in a sigh. He glanced around at the picturesque town around Reid, wondering why she wasn't being dragged around by the person who raised them.

Unable to see through the fog at the edges of the vision, Reid shrugged off the feeling of being watched and slowly wandered through the autumnal streets. There was a faint trail of light weaving its way through the stones at her feet and she stopped for a moment to inspect it. Immediately, there was a pull in her chest, as if whatever lay at the end of the path was beckoning her; Reid quickened her pace until she was lightly jogging, avoiding the shadowy forms of townsfolk and mist creatures alike. The sensation faded moments later and she found herself standing before one of the ornate fountains in town, silvery mist curling off the surface of the water. Reid raised a hand and waved some of it away, following a gut feeling and leaning closer to peer into the glassy surface of the water. At first, she could only make out her own reflection and none of her surroundings but slowly, the image shifted. Features became rougher, more angular, and the eyes looking back at her were an incorrectly mirrored version of her own. Reid froze, slack-jawed as she stared into the water.

Will was steps behind Reid as she walked, conscious enough of his own footfalls to make them more quiet than the heavy way he normally walked. She jogged away from him, but his longer stride meant that he didn't have to pick up his pace too much, and it gave him time to glance around at their surroundings rather than just his sister, trying to figure out where exactly she was. The area had European flair, but something about it felt distinctly North American; maybe how new and aesthetically pleasing everything seemed to be, even in the fog and shadow of the dream world. As they reached the fountain covered in gaudy painted statues, he squinted, something tugging at the edge of his brain, but he followed his sister's gaze downward rather than following that train of thought.

It was her that peered back at him, and suddenly his stomach twisted in a way that he didn't understand. He frowned and pulled back his hood. Was the dream telling him that they were mirrored in their situations? Was she in more danger that he had to help her out of? Perhaps it was a manifestation of the fact that he hadn't seen her in years, and that this holiday had been their favourite to celebrate together. In any case, thinking about it made his stomach turn more, and his face twisted into a scowl as he reached around her to touch the water, trying to make the image change.

Feebly, Reid's brain tried to come up with explanations for what she was seeing reflected in the water. She blinked several times, reaching up to scrub the vision from her eyes but froze, stiller than stone, as a real, tangible arm reached around her to disrupt the water's display. Her hair whipped in the air as she spun around to face whatever had invaded her dream and found herself face-to-face with a living ghost. Naturally, Reid screamed.

Obviously not expecting his dream sister-vision to spin around and scream at him, Will gave a start and instinctively pushed both of her shoulders. As he actually made contact with her, he did his best to grab her forearms to keep her from falling backwards into the fountain.

If Reid was ill-prepared to see Will in her dream, she was even less prepared when he shoved her. In her surprise, she lurched backward. Though he tried to steady her, it was too late and she fell into the fountain with a cold splash. "Fuck!" She yelped, tensing up as the bone-chilling water touched her skin.

Will turned out to have grabbed too late, and his sister fell before him. “Fuck,” he said at the same time as her, and bent over to grab her to help her up. “What’s happening?”

For a moment, Reid recoiled, but then the cold bit at her again and she accepted his help, climbing out of the fountain without ceremony. Sopping wet with a puddle forming around her on the ground, she stared at her brother, expression unreadable. “Fuck if I know. Are you real?”

Will frowned at Reid and shook out his hands, taking off his cloak to hold out for her in offering. “As thought. Where are you?” He looked around them. “I feel like I know this place.”

She accepted the cloak, expression wary as she wrapped it around her shivering frame. This was her dream, dammit. Why did it have to be so cold? "Where are you?" Reid countered, suspicion creeping in.

Will frowned at Reid, wishing there was some way to help her be less cold, but he wasn’t even sure if he could mess with his perception of the dream, let alone hers. He conjured forth a hairdryer, frowned, then set it aside on the fountain before conjuring forth some fingerless gloves to hold out for her as well. “Right now, I’m in a dream with you wherever you are,” he said stubbornly. After a moment, he huffed and looked away from her. “Sleeping in Nevada.”

The hairdryer appearing out of thin air assuaged Reid's feeling that this Will might be an imposter and she couldn't help but laugh dryly as she took the gloves he held out, quickly pulling them on and wrapping the cloak tighter. "Nice, I can use that if I need a good shock to my system," she tilted her heads towards the hairdryer before her ears perked up and she turned back to her brother. "Oh! Nevada! How nice. I heard the weather there is great this time of year."

Will could have smirked at the joke from his sister if the circumstances were different, but he lifted a leg up to kick the hairdryer into the fountain and didn't bother to watch it fall. He frowned as Reid continued but did not pull his hood up as the thought came to him. "Fuck off. Where are you?" He repeated himself, eyes fixed on her. "What's going on?"

"You tell me." Reid crossed her arms and stared at her brother, her tone incredulous. "Dude, you don't get to just demand where I am. You get that, right?"

Will pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I don't know what's going on, but it probably means that you need me." He hopped up onto the ledge of the fountain and looked for a landmark. "So I need to know where you are, and when this is." He looked down at her. "You alone?"

Reid moved her hand, about to pinch the bridge of her own nose, but stopped when she saw Will make the same gesture. She was quiet for a moment, her jaw set as she listened to her brother. A moment later, she burst into loud laughter, bending to rest her hands on her knees as she borderline cackled. "Wait, wait. Back up. Did you seriously just say that I need you?" Reid pretended to wipe a tear from her eye. "You can't be serious, Will. It is you right? I'm not just having a fucked up dream. You're here. But you're really in Nevada. And after...huh, almost six years, you tell me that I. Need. You. That's real funny."

Will continued to frown at Reid's reaction, and ran his tongue over his teeth as he let it sink in that six years had passed. Even he could tell that it had been a long time, but having a numerical value on it felt wrong. The distance between himself and Reid always felt more conceptual and fluid than something that could have something that concrete. He couldn't make out the place. "You needed me in Venice."

She flinched at the memory of Venice, her hand immediately moving to hover over her scarred shoulder in defense. Somewhere in the fog of her dream, another raven cawed. "I didn't need y-" Slowly, the flame of Reid's anger lessened to a simmer and she ran a tongue over her teeth, sucking in sharply. "Venice...that was you?"

Will looked back at his sister, watching as she touched an old wound. At the sound of the bird, Will casts a chastising glance in the direction it came from, but it didn’t sound out again. He fixed his eyes on Reid again, his stomach twisting inexplicably as it did earlier. “How else would I know about it?” He frowned and moved down from where he was perched, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain instead. “I’ve had dreams like this before. Or, kind of like this before. You haven’t seemed to notice me until now.”

Not trusting that she wouldn't somehow lose her balance and end up in the fountain again, Reid remained standing, dwarfed by Will's long cloak. "I don't know. How are here, talking to each other? Nothing makes sense," she huffed in exasperation, looking to the dark sky. She almost thanked him for helping her in Venice but pride won over and she scowled. "Yeah, I've had dreams like this too, sort of. And you never noticed me either."

“Hypnos could be fucking with us? Some fun Halloween trick. Or treat.” Will didn’t take his eyes off of Reid. He hadn’t spoken to her in years, but it felt as though they could speak to each other freely. He was only as guarded as he normally was, and even then, less so. “Had dreams about me?” He sounded interested, but his expression remained neutral. “What was I doing?”

"Wouldn't it be Morpheus?" She crossed her arms, unable to stop staring at Will, feeling as if he would disappear should she look away. "Oh yeah, what a treat. Surprise! Your brother that disappeared without a word is alive and well and just kickin' it in Nevada like some Assassin's Creed lookin' ass," Reid layered on the sarcasm, extra thick, like her words were pancakes and sarcasm was the syrup. She exhaled through her nose. "Yeah, a few. Once, you were at a river in darkness. Another time I saw you with a table of shit labeled Marcus' Magical...something, but it seemed too wild, I assumed it was a regular dream. Mostly...you were alone." She squinted at him, "What else did you see me doing?"

Will shrugged. The god of sleep and god of dreams were practically interchangeable in his head, and he wasn't sure he cared enough about that to argue with Reid. "Assassin's Creed." Will laughed at the reference. He hadn't played the game in years, but he know what she meant. He sighed, but still kept his face tilted up toward her, drinking in every word. She'd seen him as Marcus, which meant that she had some sort of connection to him... "What did you see with that river?" He inquired, tilting his head to one side. "Uh..." He shook his head. "With Vanessa." He almost spit as he said her name, but stopped himself. It had been years since his last encounter with his mother, six, apparently, but it still stung. "And, um, sometimes alone, wandering. I guess it was the birds that really made me... Hm. Realize? That I could do something? I guess I figured out before that they were showing me things that hadn't happened yet, and things that I could fix, or lend a hand in." He frowned, eyes darting to her shoulder. "How long ago was that?"

"Which river? The black one you looked like you were drowning in? Or the one you were crossing in the shadow of a temple?" Reid shrugged, unable to discern what was dream and had the potential to be reality. She nodded along as he spoke, absent-mindedly massaging the tension out of her shoulder. At the mention of their mother, Reid let out a dry, humorless laugh. "It was, huh, almost nine months ago? When Vanessa --" She repeated the name like it was poison. "-- dropped me at the border and left. Haven't heard from her since. Don't know why I'm surprised. She was always kind of a bitch. And I'm used to people leaving." With a wave of her hand, she moved on, zeroing in on Will's claim that he could do something with a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean? That they're more than dreams? Is that something we can do? Am I psychic? Are you?"

Will was much more interested in the visions that Reid had had than she seemed to be. “Hm.” He wasn’t sure exactly where the temple would be, but the first river seemed to be more relevant anyway. “The... black one. I was drowning?” He squinted. “Do you remember anything else about it?” He scratched at his neck absentmindedly, pressing his fingers down into his collarbone. “Bitch,” he muttered in time with Reid, but at his sister’s next words, he frowned, knowing that he had no right to speak about the subject. He dropped his hand and shook his head. “I don’t know. Not exactly, but... Halfbloods have those dreams sometimes, I just happen to have them more frequently. Remember how many I used to have when we were kids?” He didn’t look away from her as he spoke, but he reached up to scratch at the back of his hand.

Reid shrugged, letting the moment stretch into silence as she stared at her brother. "Not really. You took a dive and the water was swirling like crazy, but then it just stopped. You didn't surface, so I yelled but, you know, dream." A small smile passed across her face when he made a comment about Vanessa but her expression quickly hardened and she met his eyes, giving him a look that said you're not off the hook yet. A moment later, he brought up their childhood and she frowned, her mood souring a bit further. "Yeah, I guess. The weird ones you always woke up and told me about? Huh, halfbloods. We get weirder by the day." She clicked her tongue, "You think my dreams are like yours?" followed a second later by, "And what's the deal with the river?"

Will nodded at the information, a crease forming between his eyebrows as he thought. “Thank you,” he said after a moment, with a nod. There was something so tantalizing about the idea that he could make it there, and yet he didn’t want to make too much of a big deal out of it; as though not to jinx it, or to not alert her of his plans. He sighed at her look, but gave another imperceptible nod. “Yeah, those.” He snorted at her comment. “That’s what we are, I don’t know what you mean.” He leaned back to dip his fingers into the fountain, then raised his hand to flick drops of water at her. “Probably like mine. We got the same powers, no?” At the next question, he tugged at the collar of his shirt, running the tip of his thumb against the grooves. “I’m figuring that out too.”

"For what?" She asked before she could help herself. "Yeah, I know what we are, genius. I'm just saying that being a halfblood is fucking weird." Still wet from her dip in the fountain, Reid was entirely unfazed by the water Will sent in her direction. She had the sudden urge to shove him in the fountain and clenched her hands at her sides. "Depends. Can you do more than walk through doors and have maybe-prophetic dreams?" As Will tugged on his collar, she scanned the hazy skies of their shared dream, directing her questions at the stars. "What's there to figure out? Why did you just jump into a-" A puzzle piece clicked into place and Reid's eyes met his. A sharp grin carved its way onto her face and she searched his face, looking for the truth. "Will. What was the name of that river?"

“For the information.” Will shrugged. “Can’t argue with that. I think we’re just as strange as always, maybe we just aren’t lying to ourselves anymore.” His lips twisted into an almost smile, settling into a sense of comfort at how familiar Reid’s annoyance sounded. “Ah, yeah, I’ve learned a few more tricks,” he said, holding his hands out in front of him. He spread his palms out wide and made small, illusory sparks shoot from them, then dropped them once more, looking away from his sister for the first time since he laid eyes on her. “I’m figuring it out,” he repeated.

Reid grunted in response, not bothering to comment on the sentiment. Her eyebrows shot up, obscured by her bangs as Will's hands began to spark. "Hm, cool party trick. Are you a traveling magician? Is that why you're in Nevada?" When he looked away, she felt a shred of discomfort; she used it as kindling to toss onto the lightly smoldering fire that was her anger. "Maybe I could help," she pushed, jutting a finger in his direction but not feeling bold enough to jab at his chest.. "Why do you get to demand things like my location but when I ask you if you jumped into a specific river, you clam up and act like it's none of my business? What is there to figure out?" She took a step closer, her voice rising slightly with a hint of challenge. "If my dream was true, you didn't just fall in. You went in with intention. What happened to you?"

Will dropped his hands at her comment and exhaled a small laugh at her unknown accuracy. “Traveling magician, sure. Not why I’m in Nevada.” He looked back at her when she pointed at him and reached up towards her, as if to take her hand, but he hesitated before they made contact. “You never did tell me where you were.” He frowned at her question, a wave of discomfort running through him. He didn’t know what she meant exactly, but he didn’t really want to ask. “Maybe I’m just figuring it all out. I... have plans.”

“That was intentional. Something doesn’t sit right with me. Something about you appearing in my head and suddenly caring where I am after dead silence for six. Fucking. Years. Yeah, shocker I didn’t immediately tell you, huh. Must be a real surprise.” Reid exhaled a measured breath through her nose, the urge to shove her brother in the fountain growing stronger. She looked away from him and scoffed, “Plans.” Her anger flared again, lighter mood from a moment ago gone. “Is that why you left? Because you had some grand ‘plans’?” She flexed her fingers, punctuating her question with air quotes.

Will found his patience growing thin. He knew that she was right, but the fact that he couldn’t recognize a place that felt like he should be able to recognize just made him more annoyed. He reached up to scratch at his jaw and exhaled a sigh. There was no defense, really, nothing he could say that would be a good enough reason for abandoning his sister. He watched her for a moment before he shook his head, frowning. “I left to get away, Reid.” Her name burned in his mouth. “And if I could’ve taken you with me, I would’ve.” He ran his hands through his hair and raked his nails down his neck. “Just, fuck. The plans came after. I overshot it. Where the fuck are you?”

Reid wasn't sure why she bothered asking; his reason wasn't good enough and she wasn't sure if one ever would be. For a moment, she allowed herself to wonder what things would be like if Will had taken her with him, but before she could fall down that rabbit hole, she shrugged it of and rolled her neck to crack it. The crackle of her knuckles followed. Deciding that poking and prodding with her wound would only make them both feel worse, she let it drop. "New York. Not that far from home, surprisingly. What's it to you?"

Will, upon seeing and hearing Reid crack her knuckles, began to do the same. “New York,” he said after she did, and felt as though he could kick himself. “New York, of course,” he looked around and shook his head, standing suddenly. After a moment he looked back down at his sister. “Do you...” He wasn’t sure how to phrase his question, and scratched at the back of his hands as he thought of a new one entirely. “Are you staying there?”

She raised an eyebrow, watching as some sort of revelation dawned on Will's face. Belatedly, she remembered Reno mentioning that a few years ago, things would have been different, that the siblings would have been at camp together. "Yeah," Reid answered tersely. "I have an apartment. Why? You plan on visiting?"

At her reply, Will felt oddly insecure, something he was not used to feeling. He forced his hands apart. “Would you...” He took a moment to choose his words, “be adverse to that?”

"That depends..." Reid selected her words carefully, keeping her emotions off her face as she spoke. "Are you going to leave someone behind in Nevada like you did to us?" She realized her slip-up and corrected herself quickly, "To me?" She exhaled through her nose, letting her mask of indifference drop, before giving him a more direct answer. "But...no? I wouldn't be adverse to that. It would be...interesting, to say the least."

A variety of emotions crossed Will's expression at Reid's slip-up. Confused to speculation to... worry? All in a matter of seconds before his face went neutral once more. Her reply sent a creeping feeling up his spine, settling heavily in his chest. He glanced away from her. "I think so too." He said quietly, taking a seat once more, hands folded in his lap.

As Will sat down again, Reid took a seat next to him. "When?" was all she asked, unsure what else to say or how to steel herself for the reunion that now loomed, inevitable in their futures.

Will turned to her and, overcome with the urge to hug her, rested a hand on the edge of his cloak that was around her. "Soon." I miss you. He had no right to say it, and so he didn't, but suddenly he was overcome with the realization that he had, in fact, missed her. What he hadn't thought about hard enough to really process was something he was suddenly achingly aware of. He dipped his head in a nod. "Soon."

"Soon." Reid echoed, eyes wide. Will's hand on her shoulder marked the moment as real, memorable. "Will-" She almost told him that she missed him, the words caching on her insides as she tried to get them out. The scene rippled and shifted, melting into blackness before she could finish. The rosy hues of dawn peeked through her window as Reid found herself awake in her bed, hair still damp from her dip in the fountain. She stared at the ceiling, cursing loudly. "God dammit."

Will. He could feel her slipping away, like sand through his fingers. Was it because he made contact? Will pulled his hand away quickly, but it was too late. The edges of the dream were shifting, moving, and soon Corvus was awake in bed, watching his ceiling. With new vigor, he pushed himself up and scrubbed his face with his hands. He had to get to the dark river, and then he had to get to his sister. Soon.

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Pokemon Shield playthrough

I’ve been playing this game a lot since last night, and I still haven’t gotten on the train yet ;) I like to take games slowly to make sure I notice and experience everything along the way. It looks like the best way to share my game progress is through screenshots, so that’s what I’ll do. Cut for length and spoilers - I’ve been trying to avoid spoilers and leaks for the past couple weeks, so if you want to be able to experience the games fresh yourself, now might be a good time to click away. [This post covers up thru getting the Dynamax band]

I went ahead with the “standard” female character, but you can bet I’ll be customizing her as soon as I can. What’s with that knock-kneed stance, anyway? Pokemon trainers should stand strong and confident!

Chairman Rose greets us. Everyone online was guessing he’ll turn out to be evil or something. He certainly looks suspicious, doesn’t he?

And here comes the first surprise of the LP - a brand-new Pokemon, not even seen in trailers! (except for that fuzzy 1-frame image from a while back.) Its trunk looks kinda like a soup ladle. Maybe it’s a play on a teacup/teapot elephant? I wonder if it evolves...

Here’s Leon fighting an unknown trainer - maybe a Gym leader?

I really like the art style of the map - it’s so whimsical :)

The map also shows current weather for all locations. Look at all the different stuff going on in the Wild Area at the same time! I’ve been to the real England, and I don’t remember it having such extreme weather...

The map also has a few useful features, like displaying your next objective, and showing the facilities in a town (but only once you’ve been there yourself). The towns and such all have really interesting names that emulate that old English sound.

First thing I do when I gain control in a new Pokemon game? Change the battle style to “Set”. It seems more fair, plus it helps make the game just a bit more challenging.

I’m a little sad that the old option to change menu/text box borders seems to be forever abandoned, though... >.>

My house. It’s a pretty decent-sized place. We have a pet Munchlax and a few Budew outside. My character practices her whistling.

My mom. Or “mum” as the game calls her. The dialog is noticeably slanted toward a more British dialect - I wonder how they handled the accent in other languages?

Speaking of my mom, she seems rather big compared to me, doesn’t she? Quite a bit taller. I’m guessing my character is around 12 - when I was that age, I was the same height as my mom and done growing. Maybe they think people won’t believe this character is the mom’s child if she’s too tall?

Also, my dream is to one day have a /dad/ in a Pokemon game. Seriously, why does every other house I visit have a husband and wife, and my character is always stuck being the only child of a single parent? What if in one of these games, my dad was the champion or the evil team leader - how fun would that be?

My bedroom. The pink clock on the wall reminds me of one from a previous Pokemon game - was it ORAS that had those round clocks on the wall that you could set?

My first step on my journey. Looks like my mom spends every minute gardening - I guess the Budew help her?

Ah yes, every Pokemon game needs a “power of science” guy :)

Here’s another surprise - how many Pokemon games give you a fishing rod right at the start?! Usually you have to track down three different fisherman to get the three versions of the fishing rod. I’m also happy to see that Pokeballs have their own pocket again :)

The handy map tells us where to go next, with even a little picture of our destination.

The champion of Galar, of course, has a huge house.

Wow, a Purrloin! I forgot that they stood on two legs. I like its little bed.

Also, Leon’s family decorate their house mainly in trophies.

I guess this is Hop’s room - I like his artwork. I know Leon has a Charizard - does he have these other two Pokemon too, and that’s why Hop has posters of them?

Leon’s room is mostly a shrine to hats.

Speaking of Leon, he really knows how to play to the crowd ;)

So, some people are wondering if /Leon/ will turn out to be evil in the story. I didn’t really get that vibe from him. He seems like a genuinely nice guy, but he does seem like he has some worries on his mind, like his cheer is sometimes forced?

Maybe he actually hates the limelight and gets uncomfortable with attention? Maybe he’s secretly terminally ill? Maybe there’s some massive threat about to attack the Galar region? He seems really concerned with making sure that Galar has lots of strong trainers. Maybe he knows something about the legendaries?

Alternately, some people were saying that maybe Leon isn’t actually a great champion, and his fights are rigged in his favor by the chairman. /If/ that were the case, I bet that Leon is actually unhappy with that situation and wants to make the tournament more fair.

Or maybe everything in the game is exactly as it seems ;)

Nothing important here, I just like this screenshot. I wonder if Fletchling are native to Galar too?

My first Pokemon! (in this game, at least...) I picked Sobble because he’s the most endearing.

My first battle! I like how the interface is laid out, and how detailed the background is beyond the fighters - you can even see Leon standing there.

My Pokemon's details. I don’t play competitively so I don’t know if it’s a particular “good” Sobble. It seems like this species is a fast special-attacker, so I’ll have to keep that in mind.

The Slumbering Weald (my spellchecker doesn’t even recognize that word :) ) It’s very spooky and seclusive - and it’s right next to the starter town too! You’d think if it was really that dangerous, people would put up more than a flimsy wooden gate to keep trespassers out...Hop, of course, is an idiot and runs right into it; and I, the spineless protagonist, have no option to say no. >.>

My first wild encounter! This starts the trend I noticed all during the opening hours of this game - most of the wild Pokemon are brand-new, totally-unrevealed species. Like this squirrel thing. (Although some people guessed we would get a new squirrel based on that shirt design). I wonder if it evolves?

This part was actually pretty scary, with the Pokemon (I can’t remember its name...) suddenly appearing out of the fog. The Pokemon acted almost like a hologram in battle though - my attacks couldn’t touch it.

What if the twist is that the legendary wolf Pokemon are just illusions, perhaps even man-made ones created to keep intruders from discovering some secret in the forest?

Anyway, we escape from the situation perfectly fine, because of course we do ;)

I noticed that this particular generation gives you quite of a bit of money at the start, but I guess that’s because you encounter the first boutique so early. There’s a fair number of affordable options too. Some of these Pokemon shirts I wish were /real/ shirts.

My new look :) Mostly I just ditched the dress for jeans. This looks like a comfortable outfit, although that knapsack is a bit unwieldy.

We visit the professor’s lab. She has a lot of books, plants, and a tea set. I wonder if she ever has problems with Polteageist?

The new Pokemon center design. I love that the move deleter/relearner and nickname functions are all in one place - I always hated flying around the map trying to remember where they were.

That Pokemon behind the counter is another totally new one. Could this be a Galarian Audino?

Using mystery gift, I was able to get this “Gigantamax” Meowth. However, due to my rule of only using Gen 8 Pokemon, it’s just gonna chill out in the box >.>

Leon is very generous with Pokeballs. Even the items you find on the ground are generous, often containing 2 or 3 “copies” of an item when you check it out. Is that a new thing for Pokemon?

Here I battle my first trainer that isn’t named Hop. He has that squirrel shirt and is a total pushover.

Just chilling by the professor’s house. It looks like maybe you can only fish in fishing spots (those darker circles on the water), but at least you get your fishing pole right away.

Also, I discovered that while I could not sit on beds or chairs inside, I am able to sit on this bench :)

The way the Pokemon mill about in the tall grass is very interesting. Some will try to avoid you, others like this Yamper will chase after you. It makes the routes feel a lot more populated.

I guess this is Sonia’s room. It’s very pink. I wonder if she even /wants/ to do Pokemon research, or if she’d rather be a fashion designer or something.

The in-game time of day doesn’t seem to match up with the Switch system clock, at least not from what I’ve seen so far. For example, suddenly it is sunset and I catch a falling star. (look how the reflection in the water changes :) )

I haven’t decided yet if I want to buy the Switch online service, but in the meantime I decided to at least pick my profile picture. The icons you can choose from actually reveal quite a lot about the trainer classes and gyms that are in the game. For the first time ever, we have a Dark-type gym! Their logo is a sideways version of Team Yell’s logo - does that mean that Team Yell or Marnie is the Dark gym leader?

I spent a while catching Pokemon around the professor’s house. I can’t tell if I got every possible species without looking online, but I did build up a good roster.

I found it really cool how many new, surprising Pokemon showed up this early in the game. There’s the fox one (which is a Dark type and reminds me of Zoroark), the turtle one (which has got to be a pre-evolution of Dreadnaw, probably the 1st of 3 stages), the bird one (based on the “Rook” in its name and the fact that it learns Dark-type moves early, I’m guessing it’s a pre-evolution of Corviknight), and the bug one (can’t wait to see what its final stage looks like).

I went through the party to find the best Pokemon that fit my self-imposed rules (only new, Gen 8 Pokemon, no overlap of types). I know that this means I won’t be able to use Galarian forms or Gigantamaxes of old Pokemon, but just because I’m not using them in my main playthrough doesn’t mean I can’t catch them :)

Next time: I step onto the train and leave my home behind.

#pokemon #pokemon shield #pokemon gen 8 #let's play #lps

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persona rook masterpost bc i stayed up all dang night drawing stuff for this AU and woke up this afternoon to draw MORE STUFF. what even. 6__6;; if you want his full bio (which might help with context for his awakening, haha), it’s under the cut! as of right now he’s part of an AU i’ve been kicking around with my friend, whose oc YY is the fool/protag.

name: rook PT codename: lionheart (chosen “based on something his persona called him” age: eighteen (i figure he's one of the older ones in the group?) gender: male sexuality: pan, with a preference for men (that he keeps pretty quiet) height: 5'10"

starting persona: EDEN (big fuckin centaur) trickster persona: aziraphale, an enormous two-headed horse element: g - guns??? eden mostly does gun damage. ok but actually frei is thematically appropriate) melee weapon: kicks !!!! arcana: death

stats: kindness: 5/5 charm: 3/5 proficiency: 1/5 knowledge: 1/5 guts: 3/5

rook is a scraggly-looking student who wears his hair long and keeps his uniform blazer open (his shirt stays are visible underneath, in their proper place). he also usually has bandages on his face. it gives strangers the impression that he is a punk, or gets into a lot of fights, but in actuality he is a relatively docile, easygoing boy who wants to keep others from being hurt. despite his terrible grades, he can often be seen helping other students with their work during the school day. he always disappears immediately after school, despite a clear interest in extracurriculars like drama.

he becomes fast friends with YY following their encounter in mementos (where the phantom thieves had gone to investigate a food thief), though he couldn't say what of value they see in him.

rook’s associated palace is found when he suddenly stops showing up to school - as an early friend of YY’s, they notice his absence and decide to check in on him. however, they (and the other thieves) don’t expect to find him living in a run-down foster home, as the only visible caretaker for children younger than him (though not by much). he dodges questions about his past and how he ended up there, but he explains that this has been his life for many years already, and is hardly the most pressing issue. his arc begins when he tells them that the home is in danger of being shut down by a certain date.

the situation isn’t black and white, as clearly a home without a functioning adult looking after it shouldn’t be left alone, but rook argues that dysfunctional or no, without this place to live, the children he’s been caring for have even less of a chance. he has protected them with everything he has for as long as he can remember, and refuses to let the home go without a fight.

after some failed attempts, the thieves find that the palace itself doesn’t belong to any one person, but to the children rook has been looking after: they view the home as a wasteland, a decaying environment completely devoid of life -- when rook makes the connection he is almost inconsolable, devastated that no matter what he’s tried, he couldn’t fix so much death all on his own, or ease any of the seemingly endless pain.

rook’s awakening (above) occurs down in the depths of a horrifically ritzy fallout shelter, many levels below the land itself, where the shadow version of the CPS officer in charge of overseeing his home sits, unconcerned with the destruction and illness. the idea enters his head that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t his own failure (as his runaway mother, violent father, and absent house parent would suggest), but the failure of negligent, selfish people who see him and the younger children as disposable. his ardent refusal to let any of them fall through the cracks awakens EDEN, his initial persona, who he argues with but eventually forges a contract with in order to protect the ones he loves, and to start the long process of healing from his survivor’s guilt.

trivia: - his persona, eden, is named for the "eden project" from fallout 3 — it is also sort of a reference to the centaur experiments in vault 87! - the flowers adorning his PT outfit are lilacs - a reference to t.s. eliot's the wasteland - the colors of his gloves in the metaverse are a reference to brad majors' outfit from the rocky horror picture show (one red, one black)

#bark #bark: art #ss: rook #persona!rook #GOD THIS IS A LOT...... A - ANYWAY #i hope you guys like... um. whatever this is #BACK TO COMMISSIONS WITH ME #:');;;

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The ones you haven’t done

1: Height165cm

3: Do you smoke?nope4: Do you drink?nope5: Do you take drugs?nope6: Age you get mistaken foridk maybe only 16 or 177: Have tattoos?no8: Want any tattoos?yeah, im in love with the idea of tattoos 9: Got any piercings?i have double lobes on both ears, one helix in one, 2 helix in the other and my bellybutton 10: Want any piercings?i just want to get my rook done and thats all11: Best friend?@ kaleb @mellow-blossom @violet-harrie13: Biggest turn onsneck kisses, cute pet names, nice hair, humour 14: Biggest turn offsveins !!!! 15: Favorite movieharry potter series, drop dead fred, the spiderwick chronicles16: I’ll love you if...ill literally love you if you take notice of me lol17: Someone you missmy friends from school, my girlfriend, my grandad18: Most traumatic experiencei can think of 2. not really something im willing to share like this, maybe through a PM. im still fucked up from it19: A fact about your personalityi literally cannot shut up30: What I hate the most about work/schoolhaving to leave to go home31: What my last text message says’The feelings mutual’33: What words make me feel the best about myselfproud34: What I find attractive in womenwhat dont i find attractive about women, thats the real question 35: What I find attractive in menwhen they share the same kind of humour as me, and like nice hair !36: Where I would like to livein valencia or sevilla 37: One of my insecuritiesonly one? the fact that i think im annoying my friends because i never shut up 38: My childhood career choicea rockstar, a magician or a professional footballer39: My favorite ice cream flavorgold rush40: Who I wish I could bea better version of myself41: Where I want to be right nowi want to go home. i mean im literally inside my family house right now but it doesn't feel like home43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediatelyemma watson 44: A random fact about anythingsome species of snakes can poop whenever they want, so they make themselves dirty and stinky by shitting on themselves so that predators will run away.

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Memory (Tome'tayl)

Okay people, new one! Also, the winner of the vote is at the end of the chapter - for those who don't know yet.

So, Vod'ika is officially finished - yey! Kinda. I've got this story now, the winner of the vote and a bunch of others to work on... *agonizing groan* As always, read, review and enjoy~

Chapter 13 Te baar'ur

Their job, was to save as many as they could, as quickly as they could, whenever they could. Sometimes, that didn't mean everyone. It didn't mean those they really wanted. It didn't mean those who deserved it…

"The Cardoonie Chills…" he muttered to himself, looking down at the book, as his brothers played Sabacc – again.

"Ha! Take that!"

"Stable structure… Could develop an immune system…" he blinked momentarily as Turm growled, almost smacking his head into a wall.

"C'mon, don't be a sore loser."

"Ah, you could use vaccines," he smiled, turning the page as they started around round.

"Pion?"

"Another version? During the Bacta War…" his eyes widened slightly as he read.

"Pion?"

"Halanit – the poor people…"

"Pion!"

"Yes?" he snapped up instantly, eyes wide and almost throwing the book away. His brothers gave him mildly amused looks though.

"You've been reading that thing for days now. Take a break," Jezdec nodded to the cards as an invitation.

"But there are so many more diseases to understand!" he looked at them, fear and sadness as he thought of all the possible ways for them to die.

"Pion, you still have time to learn all of it. Four years. Taking one night off, won't show," Rex gave a smile, making some room next to him.

"…I guess…" the 'pawn' sighed, setting his book down.

"Finally, someone Turm might beat," Bishop smirked as the said brother sent him a glare.

"I'll get you yet Bish!" Turm swore and dealt out the cards.

"I'm waiting."

Later, when they were done and heading to bed, Pion snuck off to the refreshers. Said he'd be in the pod soon. But when he was sure the others were asleep, he went for the book he had set down and made himself comfortable once again.

"Bloodburn. Rare, chronical and often terminal illness of the blood. Usually falling on starship pilots…" he read quietly to himself in the dim light, memorizing everything as best he could. In his locker, there were five more books he managed to borrow, and he still needs to read them all. Maybe not in one night, but he'd do it as soon as he could.

. . .

"We need medical help down here!" the transmission was weak and breaking every now and then as another explosion rocked the ground.

"We are dealing with an unknown virus. My men are collapsing, coughing blood and having fevers! We don't know what to do!" the Jin leader, Akan, urged, looking scared.

"We'll send help as soon as we can, but the Separatists aren't making it easy," Skywalker said back, catching his balance as another explosion came not far off.

"Please hurry… I don't know how much longer we can last."

"Rex, Rex, do you read me?" Anakin called into the com. link, leaving the small shelter.

"Sir?" Rex managed to answer in the brief pause of fighting.

"Send the best medics you can to the underground bunkers – the Jin need immediate medical help!" the order came.

"Right away sir. We'll keep the clankers buys while they make their way down," the fighting resumed when the tank walked up, firing away.

"You do that and I'll try to find their leader. End this as soon as we can…" the link ended and Rex opened up another one, by the medical camp they had not far off.

"Pion, come in!" he called, firing away at the incoming droids.

"Rex, what is it? I'm in the middle of-!"

"The Jin need help, now. I need you to head down there and see what you can do," the medic could hear the blaster fire on the other side.

"But, Zipline and Smoke-!" Pion shook his head, glancing at the wounded brothers.

"You can let Patch work on them! But the Jin need someone who knows their biology and has a wide knowledge of diseases. That's you."

"…I'm taking Scar with me. He knows about as much as me," there was some moving of equipment in the tent.

"Fine, you do that. We'll cover you from here."

"Captain, incoming!" he heard from behind and managed to throw himself to the ground as the heavy gunners came up.

"Took your time," the blonde muttered as Turm walked over, helping him stand.

"Had to take care of the west side. Nitro got excited," the 'rook' explained as they saw the wave of droids get mowed down.

"Well, we'll need to provide cover for Pion and Scar – they're heading to the Jin bunker."

"Someone's hurt?"

"Yeah, something like that…"

"W-Where are you going?" Patch asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

"To the Jin. They need our help ASAP," Scar said, strapping on his pack.

"But, the others-?"

"You have Fixer and Kix around – there's enough batca patches here and a reserve in the crate. We're leaving them in your care," Pion set an assuring hand on his shoulder.

"…No pressure, right?" Patch sighed but nodded.

"C'mon, it's what we're best at."

"Rex, I thought I said you'd take care of it," Pion whispered into the com. seeing another squadron of clankers coming.

"I'm working on it, okay?" came a frustrated reply. "Take cover you two – I'm sending bombers down the north side."

"Oh, now he tells us…" Scar grumbled as the two rushed away from that side. After they cleared, they saw the two bombers flying overhead, dropping their bombs and clearing the droids from the path.

"You two are good to go," came the Captain's voice as they moved towards the underground bunker. Luckily, the droids haven't spotted it.

When they finally did arrive, the Jin looked surprised. If they could. Most were on the ground, groaning and crying from the pain. One of them stepped forward, looking frightened, but still spoke strongly.

"You must be the medics General Skywalker sent. I am Akan." he sounded grateful as he smiled.

"That's us. Now, can you tell us what's going on – symptoms, effects… Anything," Pion said as they walked to the nearest Jin, eyes already scanning.

"As I told the Jedi – they collapse and then say they feel pain everywhere. Many are coughing blood and most have fevers. I cannot tell you more than that," Akan said grimly, probably feeling useless.

"They have spots on their abdomen - Peritonitis maybe?" Scar carefully rolled up the Jin's outfit.

"No, it's not found around here and the marks only appear on Humans. Creek Fever maybe?" Pion set his pack down, already rummaging for supplies.

"Only found on Yavin 4 moons – we're five solar systems away from them," Scar gently prodded the Jin along the neck. "Could be Rhinacyria, but there aren't enough symptoms for that," he added, as the Jin coughed up blood.

"Akan," Pion turned to the leader, who kept a distance, but looked anxious. "Did the Separatists do anything before the fighting started?"

"W-Well, there was this… giant shell? It looked like a bomb, but it did not explode. In fact, nothing happened. It was empty."

"What're you thinking?" Scar saw the 'pawn' rub his chin in thought.

"We might be dealing with a new kind of virus."

"You think the Sepies made one?"

"Could be – experiment and see what kind of bio weapon they can make."

"T-Then, you can't help us?" Akan wasn't really sure what was going on, but the way the medics talked scared him.

"Tch, we don't need their help!" one of the nearby Jin hissed, holding his side as blood oozed from his mouth. "They brought this one us!"

"Rakir! Stop!" Akan moved to hold him down, but Rakir didn't take it.

"Sir, your life is in danger. Lie down and let us help," Scar said, eyes narrowing. He didn't like the tone the Jin was using.

"No! You're the reason this is happening! It's your fault! And you're not even real people! You're just some creatures bred in a lab!"

"Rakir!"

The medics were stunned for a few seconds, before their com. links beeped to life.

"Pion? Scar! We got a problem!" that was Kix on the other side.

"What's going on?" the 'pawn' spoke as Scar's glare deepened. Akan had moved to stop Rakir, but he wasn't making mush progress.

"The fighting's gotten worse. We got more wounded here than we can handle. Patch is just fixing Zag's shoulder," Kix sounded anxious, but hid it well.

"W-Well, we can't just, leave these people!"

"…Then hurry at least. We're losing more than we're saving up here."

"We need a medic – now!" came a different voice on Kix's side.

"What happened?" that was Patch, apparently finished with Zag.

"The Captain's squadron got cut off by a landslide – we lost contact with them. Silver was the only one who managed to get out before the attack."

As Pion listened, his heartbeat skipped a few beats and his blood ran cold. For a few seconds, he couldn't even speak. Turm and Rex were both in trouble. Brothers were dying up there. And he was here, helping some unknown race that didn't want to be saved.

"…What are we gonna do?" Scar asked finally, looking down at the Jin they were helping before. He was getting weaker and weaker and they still had no idea what they were dealing with.

"What we do best," Pion answered weakly. "Save lives."

"The blood pressure is vastly increased," Scar said as the two took off as many clothes as they could from the dying Jin. They had limited time now.

"Get away from him!" Rakir yelled as a few others held him down.

"Oxygen has been cut off as well – a few hours after he got infected probably," Pion was already preparing an injection.

"The esophagus is throttled – it was swelling before," Scar set up another syringe after Pion injected the one he had.

"Are you going to save them?" Akan asked, lost once again as to what was happening.

"We'll do our best to try," they answered and proceeded to list off more symptoms, compare it to known illnesses and remove any which weren't possible for whatever reason. And all the while, they were listening to the medical camp chatter, just to have something to work faster for. The others were doing well, but the battle was long-going.

"Alright, I think we go it," the medics both let out tired breathes as they looked down on the Jin. He was slowly recovering, before falling into a deep sleep.

"Next!" Pion called, already preparing the next set of antidote.

The Jin slowly started moving in closer – the sickest first and the least ones last. But, well, there was someone else who was going last…

"I don't *cough* want your *cough* help!" Rakir hissed, shoving away the hands as his comrades tried to help him.

"Pion, Scar, you two done? Because we could really use some help!" Patch called this time, and there was a scream of pain on his end.

"Listen you self-righteous, stubborn bag of worthless complaining!" Pion has had enough as he frowned, almost growling.

"My brothers are dying up there!" he pointed up at the ceiling. "They're dying for you and your people!" Scar by no means tried to stop him. "They're dying, because I'm down here, saving your people!" the Jin had all stepped away, giving the medic a clear view of Rakir. "So you either shut up and let us heal you now, or we're leaving and you're going to die a slow and painful death! Do you understand me?" he was inches away and Rakir nodded stiffly, unable to even speak. "Good. Now move over. This is going to hurt."

The two were running back to the surface now, feeling the ground shake as the tanks blasted each other.

"Patch – we're on our way!" Scar called as they rounded the pile of rocks.

"Good. We could use extra pair of hands," Patch sounded exhausted as there was muffled groans in the background.

"Any word from Rex?" Pion asked when they could see the camp.

"Still nothing. General Skywalker found the leader however. He's getting him to surrender now," as soon as the two arrived, they saw more brothers than they thought. But only needed a second to get over the shock, before they started helping where they could.

"If they're dead, I'm going to bring them back just to kill them myself…" the 'pawn' grumbled as he worked, the other medics amused by his rantings.

"Something happen down there?" Fixer asked Scar as the latter came to help him.

"Ah, just some stubborn native. Also, never get on Pion's bad side," was the answer and Fixer wasn't sure if he should be scared of amused.

"I heard that," Pion called over at them, not even looking.

It wasn't long after that the battle was over. The enemy leader had surrendered, after Skywalker had a friendly chat with him. That left only one squadron unaccounted for. But only for a while…

"Found them!" Jesse had called, running into the medical camp. It was mostly empty now and they were waiting for news. "They're in bad shape, but alive!" there was an exhausted smile on his face as he spoke.

There was a total of ten soldiers in the squadron and they were all brought in quickly. The landslide forced them all underground, where the com. links weren't working, but they found their way back. Despite the injuries.

"It's not that bad, take care of the others first," Rex assured when Pion saw his bleeding arm. There was a makeshift cast over it, but the shrapnel was still sticking out of it. "Really. Turm has a concussion and Hardcase has a broken leg," he added and could almost hear the 'pawn' curse.

The Captain was actually surprised. Pion was very stubborn when it came to his or Turm's injuries and he would focus on them first. Likely because he didn't want to lose anyone else. But seems like something finally got him to see others needed him more than those two.

As Pion worked on the bandages and batca patches, he wondered how today could have gone differently. If he had never gone down to the Jin, or even left early, he could have saved so many more brothers. But instead, he saved the innocent people. Even that Rakir who probably didn't deserve it.

"As medics we save who we can, when we can. But that doesn't mean everyone. Civilians are your priority – they didn't ask for this war. Your brothers are trained soldiers… I'm sure you understand that," he recalled one of the first lessons he got as a specialized field medic. He didn't really get it back then, but now… Now he does. He doesn't like it, but he gets it. If nothing else, they stopped a biological weapon the Separatists were working on.

Cut! I had different ideas for this one, but well, this is what came out. I kinda like it. Also, all the medical jibber jabber is real - had three different Wookiepedias open just to get all the facts right.

Anyway Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Do review what you thought - I love hearing it! Till next time~

#Memory (Tome'tayl)#captain rex #pion #turm #kix #jesse #fixer #patch #Anakin Skywalker #My Story

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