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Hi Snake, which Bachelor/Bachelorette is the most likely to keep a snake as a pet/like snakes? Also I hope you are doing well!
Bachelor/ettes Ranked by How Much They Like Snakes
Hi! I must confess, I have a smidge feeling this is Mouse/Student speaking. If so, hi! Nice to see you around here! If not, also hi! Anyway, here's where I confess I don't know too much about snakes. Whoops. I just think they're cute. And I hope you are doing well too!
Most likely to keep a snake (below)
Emily
Emily loves all animals, and she's thought about getting a snake multiple times! The only thing that stands in the way is her personal distaste for the ownership of living animals and Haley. If she could be buddies with a wild snake, however, she'd love to!
Sam
Sam's thought about getting a snake before, but Jodi would never let him. Vincent's also not the biggest fan of snakes, either (Vincent scares away the spiders for Jas, Jas leads Vincent away and around the snakes). He also isn't prepared to own a pet just yet. They're a lot of work and require a lot of money and dedication!
Sebastian
If getting a frog never works out, Sebastian would like a snake. They just seem really cool to him. They're cute, but can be dangerous, too. Who doesn't like a combination like that?
Leah
Leah isn't as likely to get a snake, but she's love to see one in a zoo. She's seen snakes around her house before and always gets so excited. She stays away from them, of course, but tries to remember the image so she can perhaps paint it!
Abigail
Abigail likes snakes because they're badass and can kill things. She likes that stuff. Though she does have a fear of one killing her hamster, so she doesn't want to get one. She also has a fear of getting bitten.
Maru
Maru would get a snake because they're cool for a scientist to have. They just work with the aesthetic, you know? But she's not prepared at all to care for one, and she doesn't have much interest in it besides that. Pets need lots of love, and she's more focused on other things at the moment.
Elliott
Elliott would also get a snake for the aesthetic. But he would also be scared of it and wouldn't go near it, which would be terrible for the snake's health. So, he just doesn't get one.
Haley
Haley is scared of snakes. She's scared of rats, spiders, snakes, bugs, and any other critter considered a pest. Emily talked about going to a zoo to see a snake once with her and she shut that down real quick.
Penny
Penny is also scared of snakes. She tends to freeze when she gets scared, and a big fear of hers is that she'll freeze around something dangerous and get hurt. It just really freaks her out, so she stays away from that stuff. She can see one in a museum, though.
Shane
Shane hates snakes. He hates them so much. They scare him.
Alex
Alex's biggest phobia is snakes. Aside from like, the whole parental fears and family fears and big stuff, he's scared of snakes. Spiders are no big deal; he can deal with them any day. but snakes are bigger and venomous and scarier.
Harvey
Harvey is deathly afraid of snakes. Like he will freak out if he sees one. Like freeze up before the adrenaline kicks in and he leaps over it and runs off. Terrified. This poor man.
Least likely to keep a snake (above)
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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader
PART III. Blue Moon
Disclaimer: This au follows a narrative so I highly recommend you read PART I. and PART 2. before this so you could follow up on the events and get context on some details that'll be mentioned here. Hope you enjoy! ♥
cw: afab! reader, reader is a stand user, slight canon divergence, sfw
Word count: 6815
Aboard a boat trip to Singapore after an eventful plane incident involving a Stand attack, you and the crew found a brief moment of peace where you had the chance to interact with old and new friends, before the task resumes at the arrival of a suspicious-looking captain.
True to your instincts, you’d expected the worst to come your way when you volunteered to set out into this journey to garner some sort of “peace-of-mind”, but as to how they would approach your little group of Stand users were something you didn’t expect.
It started out in a plane flight, its interior dimmed to accommodate the sleeping passengers occupying almost all the seats, yourself included. It didn’t take too long until the whispers of your companions woke you up, followed by the subtle hum buzz of an insect flying about above everyone.
It didn’t take long for Avdol to recognize the identified frothing beetle to be a Stand belonging to an enemy user aboard the plane you were on, specifically the person bearing the Tower card known for bringing misfortune to those who encounter it.
All 5 of you took great caution to not cause havoc or damage the cabin, making it all the more difficult for your team to properly deal with the speedy little pest, considering Star Platinum’s known for its strong punches.
Though you proved yourself to the boys that you were indeed more than just a tag-along buddy.
The second you saw the tiny thing zipped through the air with its sharped tongue in the direction of Jotaro’s mouth, a single strip of fabric manifested out from you, stretching itself out to block the insect from reaching his face.
The same goes when it attempted to fly through the seats’ headrests with the intention of stealing the occupants’ tongues in retaliation. Multiple strips of rose gold cut through the air and intercepted the bug’s path, causing it to flying about in a retreating zigzag instead of the supposed straight-on approach.
With your intervention, Kakyoin took the opportunity to set up a trap for the beetle and eventually managed to take it out with his Stand, Hierophant Green’s ability “Emerald Splash”.
Though you failed to prevent the damn thing from invading the cockpit and murdering the pilots, resulting to the plane having to do an emergency landing, and thus ending up in Hong Kong. With Joseph calling the Foundation for help, the group were left to wait for their next transport.
Coincidentally, by ending up in the country, you met yet another interesting fellow that reminded you of your first encounter with Kakyoin.
One moment all of you were dining in an oriental restaurant with foreign food you were yet to taste, and in the next, a man came up to the table introducing himself as a French tourist who needed help with ordering.
The second the guy started to speak in that familiar ominous tone with a star-shaped carrot slice in hand, you noticed the teacup bubbling and responding accordingly, you swiftly grabbed it and flung it to the far corner of the room as a pointed blade shot up from the liquid.
Avdol was the one who handled the situation, battling the enemy Frenchman Jean Pierre Polnareff and his knightly Stand Silver Chariot in a duel-like setting atop the space of the Tiger Balm Garden. You were nervous for the Egyptian’s sake, fingers twitching from where it was hanging by your side, filled with the need to shield your ally from the enemy’s rapid swordsmanship.
At the end, Avdol stood victorious, managing to outwit the man with the combination of his flames and a cleverly used substitute statue, and a tunnel he discreetly made to ambush him with fire from below.
And as Avdol left Polnareff with a dagger to spare himself the pains of burning, the boys turned their backs away, except for you as you watched the white-haired man stare at gleaming blade, a defeated smile on his face as he bowed his head.
You cocked your head, a fleeting moment of pity coming across you at sight of utter surrender. “Avdol,” you called out, still staring at the burning man on the ground. “You might wanna reconsider-“
The dark-skinned man stopped in his tracks and with a snap of his fingers, the flames immediately went out at his command and in relief, the Frenchman collapsed unconscious. Avdol turned to look at you, a satisfied smile on his face. “No need to tell Y/N-san. Even with my back turned, I can sense that this man is a better and more honorable person that DIO could ever be.”
Just like how Joseph explained the situation of your cherry-haired companion, Polnareff was found to be controlled by the vampire’s flesh bud, hidden away in his standing, white locks.
With the bud taken care off with the help of Jotaro’s Stand, the Frenchman was freed from the immortal’s control, and as a result, he volunteers to join the team in hopes he’d seek revenge for the death of his sister. Similar to your case, the crew accepts him and your team grew to 6.
You’d expected the guy with the rapier-wielding Stand to carry himself the way he did back during his introduction at the restaurant and at the battle- one who was formal, dedicated, and poised.
You were ready to welcome another serious member into the party, already planning a list of possible interaction bubbles at the top of your head like you did with Jotaro. However, a minute later, that wasn’t the case.
Polnareff resembled your energy more than Jotaro’s- Dynamic and expressive when a flavor of his perverted side jumped out when he accepted the request of having 2 women’s pictures taken, only for the Frenchman to zoom in on their legs with a mischievous snicker.
The men were stunned but you found yourself with a wide smile, thrilled at the fact there was another person who could liven the team with you.
One lively introduction and a single lengthy conversation later, you became quick friends with the guy, finding his charming yet goofy personality a delight to be around.
Even as you boarded the boat the Speedwagon Foundation reserved and setting off to sea, a never-ending string of random conversations flew out your mouths trading trivia facts about France and Japan with each other, what each other’s interests were, and the like.
You two stood at the deck’s rails and from the background, Joseph excused himself for a minute as he stepped into the cabin, Avdol having left to his own mindful solitude, while Jotaro and Kakyoin made themselves comfortable on the available sunbeds.
You glanced over to look at the delinquent for a second, smiling as the latter did the same, before after a few seconds, tipped his hat over his eyes to break eye contact.
You huffed the same time Polnareff cleared his throat. “Now mademoiselle, where were we?”
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“She’s really something else, huh?”
With his eyes remaining closed under the shade of his hat’ visor, Jotaro hummed in question. “Meaning?”
“I mean, look at her- just approaching people knowing what to say and how to act accordingly,” Kakyoin chuckled. He spared a few seconds to look at you chatting away with Polnareff with a smile fixed on your face. “That’s talent, and now just looking at them, it’s scary how those 2 just share so many similarities. They’re both vibrant Stand users who gives off an intimidating first impression.”
Jotaro scoffed, opening one eye to look at his friend. “Her? Intimidating?” He shook his head, considering that adjective is usually associated with himself. “Hardly.”
When asked to describe how his first impression of you, you were all but that word. When he thought of you, he’s reminded of your polite demeanor when you respected his space, one that slowly melded with your snarky comebacks that juxtaposed your sweet, beaming expression.
And if he were to put all those thoughts into one word, that would be his answer- Unusual. Sassy. Unique. Stunning.
A tiny patch of warmth grew on his cheeks. “Tch.” He clicked his tongue, realizing that last word’s implication. Not in that way Kujo…
“To you maybe, but when I first talked to her, she was staring me down and I could tell she was suspicious of me from the get-go.”
“You provoked her?”
Kakyoin shook his head, gaze turned to the sky in recollection. “Quite the contrary actually. It was the day before we fought. I approached her to ask a favor that involved her convincing you to meet with me.”
“For some reason, I thought she’d help out because it was a simple request but-” he tilted his head. “I don’t know if it was because she didn’t want to be involved or she didn’t want to play a part in my plan to kill you.”
“You think I wouldn’t start getting concerned whether or not you were still okay?” He still remembered what you said to him that day. A statement regarding his safety that didn’t come from his mom. Admittedly, he thought you were too trusting with the people you’d met, but with Kakyoin’s words, you knew better; who to trust and who to be wary off.
With that knowledge, you saw something in him that made you trust him from the beginning despite his menacing appearance.
His chest throbbed at the thought. Jotaro didn’t know what to say and so he remained silent, shutting both eyes in hopes napping would spare him and his questionable emotion in him from continuing the conversation…
Though it wouldn’t last long when the bane of his current crisis came jogging to him, with an eager “yah” in her voice. He grumbled a classic “what do you want”, refusing to look at you to give his face time to cool down.
“Pol went off to talk to Avdol so I’m left to my own devices,” you said. Through narrowed eyes, you stood by his sunbed with a hand on your hip and a smirk on your face. “And by devices, I mean you.”
He rose a brow. Pol? You giving nicknames now? “Even outside school you continue to annoy me woman,” he said and as usual, you couldn’t care less when you remained at the same spot with a stable smile. Jotaro sighed in defeat. “What is it this time?”
You sat at the foot of his sunbed and began spewing out your stories, one topic transitioning into another seamlessly as if you mentally prepared it beforehand in mere seconds, your hands moving around to help convey your thoughts.
Jotaro wasn’t sure what it was, but there was always something in your voice that drew him to listen to your relentless chatter and it didn’t help him when 90% of the conversation was about France, Polnareff, and his Stand.
Like I care about that. Thinking like that now, he wished you’d just return to pestering him about his life story and his Stand Star Platinum instead of this newcomer’s background, and maybe this time, he’d surely have something to share in return.
Forcing himself to draw away from the topic of how the Frenchman maintained that ridiculous hairstyle, Jotaro filtered out your words and instead watched how you talk- from the way your bright eyes would widen every time you mentioned a surprising moment, to the different motions of your hands, down to the movement of your pink lips.
He paused the second he realized his gaze remained at the same area of your face for a solid minute. Damnit. The fuck’s up with me today?
When you finished one train of thought, Jotaro immediately butted in to stop you from continuing. “You done rambling?”
You hummed, pursing your lips as if you were thinking about it. “I’m nearly there.”
“Fucking hell- how do you never stop talking?
“Talent, I guess?” You shrugged your shoulders with a cheeky smile. “Thought you knew my speaking capabilities since day 1 but yeah. Just a friendly reminder,” you winked. “It comes naturally.”
“You guys indeed have some solid rapport going on.” Both you and Jotaro turned to look at Kakyoin, silently playing observer as he watched you two bicker with interest in his smirk. ���So invested with one another that you both most likely forgot I’m on the neighboring sunbed.”
Jotaro sent him a half-hearted glare for being right about your communication skills, while you blinked in surprise. “Oh my- Kakyoin-san, I’m sorry! It’s become habitual for me to vent my thoughts out to the local bad boy, but if you want to talk to me, then feel free to open up.”
The student stuck out a thumbs-up. “Will do Y/N-san.”
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“Ugh! Let go of me!”
“Stop squirming little brat and listen.”
All eyes turned to the source of the exchange to see 3 adult sailors circle a child no older than 11 with a newsboy cap. Of course, you wondered how a kid managed to sneak on board a boat reserved for Speedwagon Foundation affiliates, but you saved that thought for next time.
You rounded the boys’ sunbeds and marched your way to the sailors, shoving them back as you stepped in front of the kid. “What’s going on here? What’s with the unnecessary grabbing?”
One of them, the boldest you assumed, arched a brow at your sudden intervention and laughed. “Hey now little miss, I suggest you back off and let us deal with this issue, okay?”
“Well, your way of handling the issue isn’t exactly appropriate,” you said in return, arms crossed. “How about all you big strong men be the one to back off and give us some space for proper communication?”
“Yeah? You’re not exactly Mr. Joestar who could tell us what to do.” He sneered at you and grabbed your forearm. “Let’s escort your pretty ass back to your-“
Irritated, a translucent rose gold fabric shot out from the back of your shoulder and wrapped itself around the wrist, pulling it off you and squeezing it tight enough for the sailor to shriek in pain. Though not tight enough to crush bone, because that would be unnecessary and you’d end up being the hypocrite.
His companions stepped back in shock and you used the given space to walk towards the pained adult now kneeling on the floor with a raised bluish-purple hand devoid of blood.
“Yeah, I’m not Mr. Joestar, but does one really need to be the leader of the group to request some private time? So, we can settle this stowaway problem better?” You smiled with your hands on your knees to look at him head on, your voice tauntingly saccharine.
“N-No,” the man grunted out, spots of tears already beading in his eyes.
“That’s right. Now…” You gave the man one last squeeze before letting him go. “Be respectful little boys and leave the kid to me.” Immediately, the sailor scrambled on his feet, held his bluish wrist as he retreated somewhere else on the boat followed suit by his companions.
You huffed out a sigh, catching sights of Polnareff, a newly emerged Joseph (in a sailor’s outfit? Or simple summer fit?), Kakyoin, and even Jotaro watching you from the distance. You puffed your cheeks and shrugged. “They were being a tad bit rude. Can you blame me?”
Polnareff gave a satisfactory grin and a supporting thumbs-up while Kakyoin leaned over to the delinquent to whisper something to him, to which the latter responded with an audible grumble and a shove. Though, something in the cherry-haired’s smug smirk and knowing eyes pointed at your direction gave the impression that the topic was about you.
“Alright, now where were we-“
You turned on your heels with the intention of meeting the young stowaway, only to see no one standing behind you. You opted to search the cabin or the side deck just in case she hid, but the distant and consistent splashing led you to believe she wasn’t hiding.
She was fleeing.
You snapped your head towards the different onlooking men. “Didn’t any of you saw her jump off?!”
The Frenchman placed his hand on his nape with a guilty smile on his face. “We were mostly watching you standing up against the sailors if I’m gonna be honest. A sight to see if I say so myself.”
“I kinda did on the way up but the damn kid had some bite to him when I tried to stop him from jumping overboard,” Joseph said.
You only had time to scoff before you rushed over to the railings and call out to the swimming child, the rest following suit behind you. “Hey kid! Come back! I talked them down and you can join us until we hit land!”
For a moment, the child stopped in her tracks and turned to you with possible intentions of swimming back, and you wanted to bide a few more seconds for her to fully decide her course of action, however, the protruding dorsal fin approaching her from the distance said otherwise.
“Kid swim back! Hurry! A shark’s coming!” The others caught sight of it and began calling out for her to swim back as well.
Enough of a reason, the child shrieked and began swimming back towards the boat. However, the sea reptile was speeding too fast for comfort. A big splash was heard beneath you.
And just as the shark was about to deliver a single chomp, its body flew to the air by the booming punch of one strong Star Platinum and his loud “ora”. While the poor creature is being beaten senseless in aerial territory, you saw Jotaro grab the child to tug her back to the boat.
You were about to sigh in relief but you noticed another danger from under the water: 2 pairs of glowing eyes belonging to a shadow who cleaved the beaten shark in clean halves, and the 2 humans were its next prey.
“Jotaro behind you!” You called out, pointing at its direction.
The delinquent looked back and identified the threat instantly, putting more effort in swimming to safety with a child in his arm. You could feel the fabrics on the surface of your back, itching to extend themselves to pull them up, but Kakyoin beat you to it with Hierophant Green reaching down to bring the 2 up on deck.
“Are you alright?” You said, squatting down to brush the wet strands off her face. You knew your raven-haired friend was fine (albeit drenched with sea water), so you placed priority on the kid, who without the cap, revealed herself to be a girl. Not like it was a surprise because you could tell she was a female from the beginning based on body structure, voice, and boyish-upfront.
She recognized you with a slight twinkle in her eyes and gave you a nod. You smiled and brushed through her dark locks. “That’s a relief but don’t go jumping into the ocean this far into the path. What’s your name?”
“Anne.”
You introduced yourself and placed a hand out for her to shake. “Mind telling me why you decided to board our private boat?”
“I just wanted to head where you guys were heading, but I didn’t have any money. I overheard you were going there so I snuck in.”
“Ahhh,” you said in understanding. “Now, I’m not gonna tell you how it’s wrong for you trespass stranger’s boats because I trust you’re aware of that, but since you’re here now, there’s nothing much we can do but let you remain onboard for the meantime.”
The girl, Anne, furrowed her brows and nodded. You gave her one last smile and stood, turning to your friends. “See? Just talk it out and-hey!”
Before you could finish your sentence, Jotaro, with a newly lit cig in-between his teeth, walked over to you to grab you by the wrist and pull you away from the girl. “You gotta stop grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me elsewhere without explanation.” You stared at him with a deadpan gaze. “That’s not cool.” The delinquent didn’t reply, offering only one knowing look before turning his head back to watch Anne with caution.
“Y/N, you must be careful.” Avdol, who reappeared from his solitude, said. “What chased Jotaro underwater was no ordinary predator. It’s an aquatic-based Stand, meaning its user has to be someone on this boat for it to be lurking in the waters around us like this.”
“You never know. She might have pretended to flee where in reality, she might have jumped on purpose to lure someone off the boat and kill them,” Joseph added.
An enemy Stand user? On a different situation, you would have refuted and spoke back at them for antagonizing a little child, but given how anyone could possess a Stand and could be anywhere at random, you couldn’t help but become cautious as the rest of the group.
The hold the teenager had on your wrist remained where it was and you assumed he hadn’t noticed it yet. It sent the tiniest flutters in your chest.
“What are you guys talking about?” Anne said, eyeing everyone. “Why is everyone looking at me like that?” She turned to you in hopes you would help her case again, but knowing the context of your trip, you forced yourself to not give in.
She gritted her teeth, noticing the shift in the air. In the next second, she reached into the pockets of her faded overalls and pulled out a pocket knife with a semblance of confidence on her face. “I-I’ll have you know that even if I’m still a kid, I know my ways with this knife and I killed people with it too.”
“Yeah, and we are all clowns on a trip to honksville,” you muttered to no one in particular. Though if your ears weren’t tricking you, you could hear the faintest huff coming from the delinquent beside you.
Realistically speaking, there was no way she can fend us off with a simple display of cockiness. There’s no way she’s the user. She’s too keen in using that tiny blade and in defense of her ego, that Stand should have appeared by now.
“How about we just throw her off again?” Polnareff suggested. “Minus one of us coming after her, of course.”
“That’s just jumping into conclusions Pol, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you retorted.
“Y/N’s right,” Kakyoin butted in. “For all we know, she might not be the Stand user at all.”
The old man hummed in thought. “What shall we do about this?”
“You,” Avdol pointed at Anne. “How’s DIO doing? Is he well in his humble abode child?”
“I don’t even know who DIO is! You’re not making any sense!” Anne replied, frustration clear in her voice. “Can’t I just hop onboard in peace?”
“Is this girl our stowaway?”
Two other sailors reached forward to grab Anne, prompting you to instinctively take a step forward. “Thanks for grabbing her for me.” The urge intensified once the newcomer was the one to hold the kid still.
Everyone’s gaze was cast towards the man walking onto the deck- a muscular blonde adult with a moustache and soul patch sporting a red scarf around his neck. The hat on his head indicated that he was in charge of the boat. “I’m pretty strict when it comes to stowaways on my ship here. You may be girl but if I go easy on you, we'll just get more and more stowaways."
The captain’s hold tightened significantly, causing Anne to shriek and drop the knife onto the floorboards. “Hey!” You gritted your teeth.
"I think we'll lock you up in the brink below deck until we make it into port."
You kept yourself reigned in, but the feeling of doubt simmered in you the moment he entered the scene. You weren’t sure if it was overthinking or relating it to past events, but his aura wasn’t to be trusted. Could he be…?
You didn’t want to jump into conclusions, but it couldn’t be helped. Before you had any other thing to say, Joseph entered the conversation with a question. "Hey captain, I'd like to ask you something. You verified the identities of all 10 men on board, haven't you?"
"Of course, they're all veterans. Each one of them worked on this ship for over 10 years. I vouched for every single man." He transferred the girl into the grasp of his sailors as the blond turned to face the group. "I'm not sure why you're so worried about that since I gave you my word from the very beginning."
“Sir, apologies for butting in, but I’m afraid the situation’s already been handled.” The captain narrowed his eyes at you, not expecting anyone to talk back to him. “I’ve already talked things out with her and because we’re in the middle of the ocean, there’s not much options offered on the table.”
“Plus,” you narrowed your eyes back at him. “It’s a tad bit suspicious you’re bringing a child with you to some secluded section of your ship. After all, more eyes mean less chances for her feisty attitude to shine and commit further petty crimes like theft or damage of property.” Anne looked at you and you winked. She beamed at the implied support.
While your companions liked your open approach, the captain expressed otherwise with a subtle twitch in his eye. He cleared his throat and left Anne’s and the 2 sailors’ side, walking toward you with a menacing gait.
Your face steeled into smug ignorance and you refused to budge an inch, but your unruly friend did. The second he stepped within close proximity, Jotaro stepped forward and used an arm to nudge you back so you stood behind him.
And the captain shifted his attention to the teenager, only for the blonde to snag the cigarette off his mouth.
Both you and the delinquent glared at the captain, who pointed the stolen cig at your direction. "I must request that you not smoke on deck. What were you planning to do with the ash and butt once you were done? Were you just gonna toss them into these pristine waters?"
“You may be a guest on this ship, but you will abide by my rules." He looked at you. “That applies to you too girl.”
Using the cigarette, he pressed the butt against the gold of Jotaro’s hat and everyone who knew the teenager stilled, including yourself. No one dared to mock the delinquent, more so with actions, and observing his stunned and likely insulted expression, he was going to have his way with the captain soon.
“You 2 kids got that?” He had the audacity to flick the remains of the cig at your face before pocketing it in the raven-haired’s pants and walking away with a new air of smugness around him.
You cursed, swiping your face free of ash residue. “That bitch ass-“
“Hold it, pops.” Just as you finished getting rid of the ashes, you and the captain paused at the teenager’s statement. “If you don’t want me to smoke aboard the ship, then just tell me. Don’t be a condescending prick about the whole thing, you jackass.”
The adult gaped at the direct insult. There it is. About time his bluntness came to surface. “Hey Jotaro, don’t be disrespectful to the captain. You’re the one at fault.” Joseph said and directed his next sentence to you. “And Y/N, you just can’t speak to the authority like you know better.”
You and the delinquent scoffed at the same time. “Speaking up is wrong now Mr. Joestar? In defense against buff adult men restraining a young girl with unnecessary force? Besides, I did say ‘sorry’ and continued speaking as respectful as possible to his sketchiness.”
Jotaro continued, adding to your sentiments. “His rules don’t mean shit. we’ll be as rude as we want. And you know why?” You furrowed your brows at him. You had a suspicion and you figured he had the same idea.
“The captain is the Stand user.”
Your companions gasped, excluding yourself. You knew there was something wrong with the blond and the way he carried himself throughout the interactions between him and the Joestar group. It said arrogant and smugness. Like he had ulterior motives in mind.
You glared at the captain as he played dumb and asked, “A Stand user? I’m not sure I follow. What is that?”
“That’s completely impossible Jotaro. We chose Captain Tennille because he came recommended with the verification by the Speedwagon Foundation,” Avdol remarked. “He’s someone we should trust. There’s no chance he’s a Stand user.”
You two were unconvinced. “Hold on. What’s this ‘Stand’ thing? I have no idea what you guys are talking about.”
“Okay, cut it out with the bullshit,” you bit at the captain, catching him off guard with your tone. “One question about Stands is fine, but repeating it for the second time is just a dead giveaway.” You crossed your arms. “I’ve experienced enough to detect a liar when I see one.”
The delinquent peered at you for a second as if there was something noteworthy in your little statement.
“You guys, random guesses will only make things more confusing!” Polnareff exclaimed, prompting Kakyoin to question the raven-haired student for proof.
“I found a way to differentiate Stand users from others,” Jotaro said, raising a finger to his face. “The trick is to watch a possible Stand user around cigarette smoke because a single whiff,” he pointed to the bridge of his nose. “Makes a vein pop-up on their nose.”
All your allies’ hands, including yourself, went flying to their nose, feeling for a blood vessel protruding underneath the skin. You smacked your friend square in the shoulder, not that he felt it considering his size and your smaller hands.
“What the hell Jot- I’ve been hanging around your smoking ass all this time and now you’re just telling me that a vein’s been popping up here?!” You gave another smack for good measure. “If repetitive exposure makes this permanent, I swear you’ll be paying for my dermatologist.”
Jotaro arched a brow at you with what you interpreted as amusement, before sighing it away. “Calm down woman. I’m just telling you that now because I lied.”
You were about to smack him one more time to complete the charm, but the ploy simply made you go “ahh” and your hand fell to your side. “I’ll take those smacks back then.”
“That said,” he turned to the rest of the group, his voice louder for everyone to hear. “It looks like we found the idiot, didn't we?"
With that brought up, you noticed every male within the area had their fingers touching their nose. Anne, on the other hand, stood by with confusion etched on her face.
But Tennille had his finger up just like the others.
And just like that, the imposter discarded his façade and revealed his true nature- A Stand user wielding the Naga-like Dark Blue Moon representing the obvious Moon tarot card.
He was quick to act with the Stand kidnapping a panicked Anne into its arms, Tennille challenging your team to fight him in aquatic territory where he had the advantage, and leaping off the rails to dive into the waves.
However, Jotaro wasn’t the type to delay his actions. Seeing the opportunity, he sent Star Platinum out and delivered a barrage of punches to the enemy Stand with before it could touch the water below without harming the girl in its hold due to its sharp precision. Delivering one strong blow, Star sent Dark Blue Moon (and by extension fake Tennille) into the sea, catching Anne’s wrist at the same time.
In the process, he hunched over the side, grunting as he struggled to pull her up. Wait, he shouldn’t be struggling. You rushed over to his side to hold him back, two fabrics manifesting to wrap themselves around the delinquent as additional help. “Can any of you help here?!” You called out to the bystanders.
Joseph was the first to respond and went to his grandson’s other side to help pull him back. You wanted to know what the problem was and on closer look, you detected the issue from the get-go. On the wrist of Star Platinum were an encrustation of barnacles climbing up its wrist, dragging him down as they bite into the skin and drain its strength.
Blood spurted out Jotaro’s hand as a reflection of Star’s injuries. He clicked his tongue in frustration. “Let go.”
“What?!” You retorted.
“The damn thing’s spreading up my arm. That fucker’s still down there causing this.” He turned to look at you. “I need to teach him a lesson.”
You were wary about his decision but damn it, he made a point. If this was left as is even after saving Anne, who knows what would happen when the barnacles overrun his entire body. Reluctantly, you nodded, loosening your grip on him. The old man followed with the same hesitation.
Slowly, his body turned over the railing and just as he was about to slip past it, Stat Platinum launched Anne up just as Jotaro plunged into the depths below. Fabrics shot out immediately to catch the girl and pull her up to safety.
With her dealt with, you and the others could do nothing at the moment but watch the constantly moving waves surrounding the spot he dove into, hoping he would pop up in a short while mostly unscathed and the enemy defeated.
For the first few seconds, nothing happened on the surface. Minutes later, the water stirred in a slow spiral, gradually increasing speed as more seconds passed until a raging whirlpool was formed.
What’s happening down there? Your hands tightened around the bars of the rail. Come on, be done with him and come up already. “Someone’s got to help him.” Beside you, Kakyoin gritted his teeth and sent out Hierophant, shooting its tentacles into the water.
He cursed out of the blue and withdrew them immediately, both you and the cherry-haired student stunned to see blood seeping out from the cuts on his hand. “It’s no use. The water’s filled with razor-sharp scales flowing along the current.”
“So then, there’s nothing we can do but hope he gets out of this alive,” Avdol said.
You considered. Your Stand has the ability to protect you and others from incoming threats thanks to its extremely durable taut cloth. If it can fend off against the sheer strength of Star’s fist, the sharp appendage of Tower of Gray, and the blades of others from way before without being injured-
“Not if I have a say in it.”
All of Joseph’s crew turned to you as you concentrated all your will into one space until a translucent figure emerged from you in broad daylight. You gaped at the familiar entity- The flowing veil obscuring upper half of her face, the billowing dress with shimmering mist replacing where her legs should be, and the numerous rose gold cloths that wrap around the entirety of her body, its silky surface metallic and glinting.
Silent Sanctuary’s whole form.
“Y/N-san’s Stand! It revealed itself!” Avdol exclaimed, stunned along with the others.
You didn’t have time to entertain their awe and focused on the task at hand. She couldn’t go too far from you but her fabrics could. Letting Sanctuary hover a few distance away from you past the deck, she unraveled parts of her back to pull out wide strips of cloth, stuck together to form 2 batches big enough to serve as a wall.
You took a deep breath and the Stand shot her fabrics straight into the scale-riddled whirlpool, one batch stationed 3 meters away from the other, stopping the flow of scales and providing an opening for a safe exit to the surface. As expected, the razor edge of the debris didn’t deal damage to your Stand.
She unwrapped a segment of her arm to form more strips of cloth, and using them like a fisherman on a normal day, plunged the fabrics into the opening and into the water, hoping someone would grab hold of them.
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Jotaro could feel the strength deplete from him the more damned barnacles spread from Star Platinum’s arm up to its shoulder until they encased majority of its body. It didn’t help either when he also lied limp amidst the fucking whirlpool of scales the imposter made to conserve energy.
Beneath him, Tennille grinned as he waited for him to give in, spewing out more words of victory as if he paid attention to what he was saying to begin with.
It was pain he had to deal with this here. He was already at a disadvantage being underwater and now he can’t move because of the barnacles seeping his strength.
He gritted his teeth. Come on think damnit.
Just as an idea came to mind, his thoughts came to a halt as something entered the waters beside him, bypassing the whirlpool of scales. One glance and he recognized what they were- Fabrics. Your Stand’s fabrics.
Another set of them plunged shortly after, these ones hanging beside his head. A rope.
“How the fuck?!” Jotaro heard the fake captain from below, the water shifting slightly to the movement of Blue Moon’s propulsion toward him.
He wasted no time and immediately reached up to grab the rose gold cloths, and in an instant, they wrapped themselves around his wrist and all of a sudden, his body was pulled upwards. However, Tennille was close behind, furious at the unexpected interruption.
He still had enough strength to execute one more move to deal with the impostor for good.
Shooting in-between the provided opening your Stand made, he breached through the surface and turned his attention back to the sea beneath him. At the exact moment Dark Blue Moon jumped out, Star pointed two fingers at his direction and breaking past the crust, its fingers extended at a rapid pace, piercing through one pair of the aquatic Stand’s eyes, and by extension, through Tennille’s head.
And for the first time in a while, hearing the bastard cry out in agony as he sunk back into the depths, accompanied with his Stand’s freedom from the barnacles, sent waves of relief throughout his body.
His body was plopped back on the wet floorboards of the ship and he landed with a grunt. He coughed, clearing his throat free from the remaining seawater that got inside as he got up onto his elbows. However-
“Jotaro-ssi, are you okay?” There it is again. The unusual honorific. He saw you rush over to him, getting down on your knees for you to grab his hand and inspect it, unaware of your tiny slip-up. Luckily for him, the minor cuts on his arm from earlier had closed which prevented further bleeding. “I had a hunch he’d be able to do something like that but the scales? If those weren’t there, things would’ve ended up quicker.”
The delinquent remained silent as you sighed with relief at the lack of major injuries, but just as he was about to adjust his hat, he noticed a single strip of rose gold still remained wrapped around his wrist. His gaze travelled up the cloth until he saw your Stand for the first time.
It was exactly the you described it during the days when Jotaro and you simply hung out at the rooftop- ghost-like and ominous-looking. Just like you, Silent Sanctuary seemed to share your level of concern over his well-being, noted through its attention solely focusing on him.
And for the first time in front of you, he let the tiniest of smiles crack on his face as he huffed out an imitation of a chuckle.
You snapped your head to him as you heard that loud and clear. Who knew seeing your expression beam from such a miniscule effort was this satisfying? “Looks like you finally kept your promise about showing me your Stand.”
“I didn’t show her to you before?” You said with a faint blush on your cheeks, alternating your gaze between the hovering figure and him. “Oh gosh, I swear I could’ve introduced her to you earlier if you weren’t… you know, in jail.”
“It’s fine,” Jotaro returned to his usual deadpan face as he rose his arm bearing Sanctuary’s cloth. “Would you mind?”
You blinked a couple times before you caught the meaning of his request. The cloth loosened around his wrist and withdrew back into the Stand’s arm, followed by it disappearing into you shortly after.
Multiple people called out to him and you took this as a cue for you to leave him be with the rest, but just as you were about to retreat while the others came to him, he called out to you. “Oi.”
You turned your head to him with a responding “hm?”
Jotaro tipped his hat, sighing. “Thanks… for earlier.”
With cheeks blooming a visible pink, you smiled and nodded in return.
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Pest Control
“How’s that?” Blaze asked Marine as the fire Princess duct taped another pillow to the small raccoon’s chest. Blaze stood up to briefly admire her handiwork. Marine was dawned in a makeshift homemade suit of armour. A pillow taped to her chest and one to her back. A cooking pot on her head like a knight’s helmet. Kitchen mittens on her hands reaching up to her elbows. And two teddy bears taped to her knees covering her legs. To top it all off she was wielding a wooden steering spoon in one of her hands, gripping it as if it was a sword and her life depended on it. Marine wore a pouty frown on her face, eyes narrowed, every muscle on her face tense. Blaze supported her chin up with a palm as she very uncharacteristically tilted her head to the side and ‘aww’ed at the cute raccoon. She didn't often show this side of her for the troublemaker, usually maintaining her cold and calculated exterior, but something about seeing the young raccoon in her first battle armour set her heart aflutter.
“Enough gawkin’, lady! Let's tenderise that thing!” Marine cried a war cry, ready to go to war with what they had found in the castle kitchen.
“Not like that.” Blaze replied, she took the wooden spoon and flung it behind her and instead handed the raccoon a meat cleaver, “There we go. Off we go.” Marine marched onward almost hopping with each step. Just then a beep sounded from Blaze’s wrist communicator, the watch-like device flickered blue. She tapped the touchscreen opening a channel with the caller on the other side. A green holographic image of Silver appeared, she couldn’t see below his torso, but she could tell that he was running, “Hey! What's up!? Sorry I missed your call I was being hunted by WereChaos monsters. What's up?”
“Nice to see you too. You're not busy, are you? Right now?
“Uhhhhhh, yeah... yeah I'm okay, I can talk.”
Blaze walked up to the kitchen door taking a spot next to Marine. They both poked their heads past the door frame looking into the kitchen. “Well, would you know what that is?” Blaze asked as she extended her arm, positioning Silver in a way that allowed him to see what was happening in the kitchen. Plates, utensils, cabinet doors were all being flung around. A bowl flew through Silver’s holographic head.
“Huh.” He responded. What he beheld was a massive bug-like creature rummaging through the kitchen’s fridge and cabinets, madly consuming all the food it could find. The bug had a hard dark blue exo-skeleton shell, six sharp legs, a beetle like horn, bright neon green glowing eyes, and the mouth akin to that of a snapping turtle. And most importantly a neon green underbelly, with green markings running across its body.
“So?! The heck is that!?” Marine exclaimed.
“We figured you'd know something about this... creature.” Blaze remarked as she ducked out of the way of an incoming wooden stool.
“Why is that?” Silver shrugged. The bug roared, the neon markings lit up and the Spring outside the kitchen window was now a harsh Winter. Time had shifted forwards. Or backwards? “Ah, I see.”
“This ugo look familiar?” The raccoon asked.
“Yeah, the reception isn't great,” the hologram glitched as he leaned into his wrist communicator squinting, “But that looks like a Continuuasite, that’s continuum and parasite combined into one word.” He cheerfully remarked. As Silver turned back to the cat and raccoon he noticed they were now wearing Christmas clothes.
“Yes, very clever Silvy.” Blaze remarked unamused, “How bad is it?”
“Well, judging by the markings it seems to be a meta-class; It's a narrative-eater, it feeds on narrative plot points, so there is a ticking clock right now.”
“Silvy, I won't pretend to understand your time travel jibber jabber, I'll just assume it's bad. How long until you get here?” The cat asked.
“It'll be a while, I'm three timelines away.” He paused, considering his words, “You'll have to deal with this on your own.”
“What!? No! No! No! Silver, I can't do this! This isn't my realm of expertise, what if we misstep and all of time and space implodes?!”
“Calm down, breathe, in and out. Don't worry. You can do this, Blazey. I'll guide you through the whole process. You'll do great.”
“A-- Are you sure?”
“Absolutely! You can do anything! And I'll stay on the line the whole ti--“ Silver’s image froze. The whole graphic showed it was losing Wi-Fi bars.
“Silver? Silver! SILVER THE HEDGEHOG I SWEAR TO THE SOL EMERALDS--!” She managed to cut herself off in time. She shook the watch furiously.
“ --ime --don’t --orry.”
She tapped the screen furiously, starting to panic.
---
meanwhile, three branching timelines away Silver was doing the same with his communicator. “Blaze? Can you hear me? The reception in this reality is awful.” His head nonchalantly ducked out of the way of a blade that was launched at him, the blade was attached to a chain at the handle, the combatant yanked back on the chain pulling the blade back and a chunk of the brick wall it was lodged in with it. The wall chunk crashed into the teal force field Silver created behind him. He remained unharmed, and the blade returned to the hand of the opposing combatant. Infinite The Jackal wore a mask which covered all his facial features apart from his left eye, but even with it on Silver could tell he was disappointed and... offended?
“Hello?! Are you paying attention? I was explaining my master scheme! You know we're fighting right?”
“Sorry.”
“It's very rude to ignore your fellow combatant!”
“Sorry.”
“Seriously, you can't wait?! You're in the fight of your current life!”
“I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. What were you saying?”
“Ugh, I was saying; Say your prayers hedgehog, because I'm about to send you back to your God! Ha ha ha!”
“Well, I'm one of the three people who restarted the universe so I'm technically one third year God.” He remarked in his chipper tone.
“Wha- What? Wait, wh- “
“Run hands.”
“W-- Wait! Wait!”
---
“Hello? Are you back?” Blaze and Marine were now clothed in Autumn-like clothing; puffy coats, beanie hats, earmuffs and scarves in orange, yellow, beige colour palettes, the cat was also sipping on a pumpkin spice latte.
“Yeah, I'm okay. I'm here. Where were we?” He smiled wide.
“Your naive optimism.”
“Oh yeah, you can do it!”
“Ugh, I hope this will go better than the time I left you to deal with my royal paperwork for a day.”
“I don't think it was that bad.”
“Oh, it was that bad, mate.” Marine corrected him.
“Silver, you said there was a ticking clock. How long do we have?”
“Well, how far are we into the narrative? 1,115 words out of 4,009. That's not good.” The bug suddenly roared again and increased in size breaking the chair it was on to reach the higher cabinets. “That's not good. It feeds on narrative significant events. We need to stop it before we get into the second act!”
“H-- How do we do that?” Blaze asked puzzled.
“Alright, you'll need to go into my room, you have my permission, there's a box under my bed for emerg—”
“I got it!” Marine popped up out of nowhere with the cardboard box held up with her hands.
“How did you get past the safety measures? Have you... Gone into my room before?”
“Not now Silv! Focus on what's important!” Marine waved him off.
Blaze took the box and placed it on the floor. She opened it and began to rummage through the contents, “What am I looking for, Silvy?”
“My spare gauntlet, put it on.” The lilac cat reached in and retrieved the glove, and pulled it onto her right hand. The gauntlet was silver and gold with circuitry detail on it that Silver had on his hands and across his entire body. The moment the feline's hand slipped into the glove it lit up with an orange glow. “Alright, it's glowing orange, what does that mean?”
“Baby Setting.”
“What?”
“Parental lock.” Silver shrugged.
“Oh, so that's why it didn't work before.” Marine piped up. Blaze and Silver both gave her a look, Silver’s was softer, Blaze’s was sterner. The raccoon began to sweat and looked off to the side, “Uhmm, never mind, carry on.”
“Anyways, it's the lowest, most limited setting.” Silver explained. “We don't want to unravel the fabric of space-time... or time-space. Our priority is to find out how it ended up here, they usually live in untime; in time between seconds.”
“Alright.” She attempted to follow.
“There should also be a notebook in the box.” Silver remarked. Marine dove in and pulled out the book covered in sticky notes with ‘Silver’s Notebook - Do Not Open Unless Silver’ written on it and scratched out with pen, underneath it was written ‘Proto-Everywhen’ along with dozens of other notes scribbled in Silver’s unreadable handwriting talking about things she did not understand.
“What’s Everywhen?”
“Not right now.”
“Yep, got it, mate.” Marine confirmed
“Darling, we need to work on your handwriting, it's atrocious.”
“Sorry, sorry, I know.”
“What are we looking for?” Marine asked as she opened up the journal and began to flip through.
The raccoon’s and cat’s eyes widened in confusion. It kept on flipping. Pages kept on flicking by. Blaze spoke up, “Silver, uh, the book, the pages, they keep on turning, it's not stopping.” Shock still on her face.
“Yeah, it's the InfinaJournal. It needs to hold an infinite amount of notes on all of time and space, you know how big all of time and space is!? It's quite large, I'd say.” He flung his arms up, talking kinetically.
“How do we find anything in this dump!?” Marine yanked on her head hair.
“The glove. You can turn back time to the moment when I wrote the notes about the Continuuasite. We need to find out how it got here. We need to pinpoint what happened to the timeline. It could have been a timeshift, a timestorm, a timethreshold, a timefold, a timefracture, a timestorm, or a timehail, which are all distinctly different and mistaking one for the other could lead to disastrous consequences.”
“Uh, um, al- alright.” Blaze’s regular confident tone had given way to a stammer of insecurity.
“It's alright, I'll take you through the process step by step.” Silver’s big wet puppy eyes comforted her somewhat. He instinctively reached out his hands towards Blaze, forgetting that he couldn't touch her. She wished she could hold him, she never enjoyed knowing he was always several realities away from her, constantly in danger, without anyone with him to watch his back. Blaze often offered to go with him to all those futures and alternate timelines, but Silver always refused. He could not in good conscience endanger her like that. Silver knew that the toll time travel took on a person and he would have hated to see that happen to Blaze. She had so many responsibilities already, the weight of her dimension carried on her shoulders. This was his burden to carry, for her, for everyone. He believed it was the least he could do for her, for all that she had done for him, for all that she had sacrificed for him. “Close your eyes.” The feline did so. “It's all about willpower. Luckily, you're the strongest willed person I know. You have to will your thoughts into existence. You need to imagine me writing the notes on the bug. Imagine feeling the texture of the paper. The sound of ink running against the paper. Imagine me. The texture of my fur. The touch of my hand. Do you see it?”
The cat's temperature began to rise in and around the feline's body, redness rising across her cheeks, “Yes. I see you.”
“Reach out your hand, hand open, palm facing the book. Fingers in a clawing-like position, as if you're holding a large dial, like a oven knob. Keep the image of the information being written down in your mind's eye. Okay?”
“Yes. I have it. Go on.”
“It's like cranking a clock. Clockwise moves time forward. Anti-clockwise moves time backward. So, you want to turn anti-clockwise, to the left.” She turned her hand to the left slowly.
“Okay, how long do I keep this up? When do I know I'm on the right page?” She asked with her eyes still closed.
“The image in your mind's eye; have I been replaced with you?”
“Y- Yes?”
“Open up!” Blaze opened her eyes and lo and behold, the journal stopped turning and it was opened on the page with the information they needed.
Blaze froze a little, eyes wide, “I- I did it... I DID IT! I DID IT!”
“YOU DID IT! I told you you could do it!” Silver remarked smiling from ear to ear. “You're a natural! Wonderful. Exceptional. Beautiful. One-of-a-kind. Breathtaking. Show stopping!” He raised his arms up in excitement.
“I- It’s hardly anything.” She waved the complement off.
“What does it say?” Silver asked as he leaned in.
Marine yanked the book away from Blaze. She practically face planted into the open pages. “Alright, past Silver writes that ‘meta-class narrative-eaters that feed on plot points are often shoved into our realities through’... wait a sec.”
“Why? Don't keep the tension building! Just read it!” Blaze growled.
“I can't! When I said ‘past Silver writes’ I meant it! Mate’s writing in the words right now as we speak.” The raccoon returned her gaze to the notebook. “Um, let's see here... ‘a time shift’! ‘Which occurs when a large sizable block of a timeline is pushed out into untime leaving a window which allowed the bugs to funnel in’. Okay, I think I got like 40% of that. ‘To solve this problem is quite simple’, okay good, ‘simply push the block back into place with the rest of the timeline’... HOW THE BLOODY H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS DO YOU PUSH TIME!?!?!” Marine returned to yanking her hair in stress. Yet another roar from the bug came out of the kitchen and it increased in size and barged through the kitchen wall out into the royal gardens outside.
“Oh, that's not good.” Silver remarked under his breath.
“Silver! What do we do?!” Blaze yelled.
---
Meanwhile, once again timelines away the grasyish hedgehog was pacing back and forth at the Quantum Bus Stop. The bus stop in untime, between timelines which he could see in the distance separated by a black blank void. He was panicking, scratching his head quills. Blaze was still on the other side of the comms, conversing as a hologram, she spoke, “Starlight, what do we do?!”
“Um, hold on, give me a second.” A bus materialised at this stop and its doors folded open. Silver sprinted aboard. “Just hold on for a little longer. I'm on my way back to our timeline branch!” A hooded figure behind the wheel of the bus reached out its palm, asking for compensation. “Oh shoot.”
“What's going on, Silver?”
Silver padded down his suit looking for any form of currency. “I need a ticket for the Styx Fare, but I’m out of Precious Seconds, so I'll have to give a blood sacrifice.”
“What?!”
“Unless… Hey does anybody have any spare change here?” Silver exclaimed to the rest of the bus. Which was filled with Silvers from all across time travelling from one time to another. They all nodded ‘no’ and shrugged. “Eh,” He waved them off, “Doesn't matter. Look...” He took a deep breath in…
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… and out. “... Blaze, I'm on my way, but... I don't think I'll get there in time... you'll have to fix the time shift on your own. The bracelet on the gauntlet, turn it to the top setting. It should light up cyan, like my markings.”
“Silver, you said we don't want to unravel all of time in space! W- What if I do something wrong? I could make things worse!”
Silvers hologram grew in size to regular size. Silver’s green form stood in front of Blaze. He reached out his palm. Blaze met his with hers. And their fingers intertwined. She couldn't feel him, not his warmth, not his softness. “You can do this. You can do anything. I never wanted to burden you with all this, this was my weight to carry. You've always had to deal with so much, run this entire Queendom, protect to this dimension... deal with me. But when push comes to shove you always manage to do the impossible. Because you’re you. And I love that about you. If someone is depending on you, you will stop at nothing to succeed, through your willpower. And right now, your Queendom, your people, are depending on you. I'm depending on you, Jalapeno.”
The cat closed her eyes, took a deep breath in and out, and re-opened her eyes with new determination. “Alright, guide me.” She attempted to ignore the heat rising across her cheeks, it helped that Silver's face was getting red like a tomato too, his head bowed down and that silly smile stood strong on his face. “Tell me what to do.” She gave him a small smile as she gave him a command.
“First thing’s first, you'll need to slow the bug down.”
Marine piped type, “I'm on it!” The raccoon, young and fearless, charged at the bug ten times her size, screaming a war cry at the top of her lungs. The little raccoon had flung herself at the bug, grabbing its leg and started chopping at it with her meat cleaver. The parasite took notice and turned its head to her, its mouth opened and an acid like bile shot out. Marine managed to dodge in time. The moment the green bile hit the ground it sped up the time of that particular area turning the green flowery patch of grass into a barren dried up patch of desert. Next the bug spit something akin to the silk web. Marine once again dodged out of the way. This time, on impact, the web exploded and then imploded, dragging its surroundings into itself. Marine got another shot in as she flung the meat cleaver at the bug's head, which lodged itself in its head. That seemed to enrage the beast as it quickly charged at the raccoon and swiped at her knocking her away.
“MARINE!!!”
Blazes eyes flared up with flame and fire, boiling with rage, bursting into a cyclone of fire, flying into the bug launching it out of the castle grounds, skipping it like a stone across the pond. The bug crashed into the sands of the coastal beach at the edge of the island. Blaze rushed over to Marine, holding her in her arms, “Marine are you- are you okay?” She asked worried.
“I'm fine. My pride's hurt more than anything.” The raccoon got up as she coughed, “You focus on the timey whimey stuff, now it's personal.” She cracked her knuckles and neck. She pulled out a remote device from one of her skirt pockets. She ran off towards the bug.
The bug was getting its bearings, taking in its new setting, dozens of people were scattering in panic at the beach. “Hey! Over here!” The bug turned to see Marine standing on a ridge in front of it. The small raccoon donned a pair of sunglasses and smirked, “You messed with the wrong raccoon!” She pressed a collection of buttons on her remote. The bug heard a collection of noises from behind, coming from the ocean behind it. It turned back to see a whole naval armada standing by, all of the ships Marine ever built, all cannons pointing at the bug. All the dozens of ships she had constructed over the years, all her engineering prowess on display. From far away Blaze heard the booming of artillery shells and the lights over the horizon of rounds exploding on impact. Blaze just watched on in worry.
Silver spoke up, “Marine will be fine. She’s tough. She learned from you,” he comforted his partner, “But she won't be able to defeated it. She needs you for that.”
“What now?”
“Close your eyes. Reach out your hands. Willpower. Imagination. Imagine the timeline as a train track, it's disconnected from the rest of the rail, you need to pull the lever, you'll need to reconnect the tracks. It's like-- have you ever played with those little-- they're not Legos, Kinect, they had like little metallic balls-“
“I understand, Silver.” She smiled.
“You're pushing a block into place, you'll feel a ‘click’ when it's in place.” Blaze understood. Every muscle in her body tensed, more than usual, her feet anchored in the ground. She imagined the lever on the train tracks, she took hold of it, and pulled. She gritted her teeth. She felt the weight of the universe on her shoulders, the weight of time and space seemed infinite and impossible, it felt like her muscles would tear apart before she moved it an inch. But that did not stop her. Beyond the Herculean task she was in the process of, she focused on the sound of battle in the distance. Marine was out there doing her best trying to combat a being from beyond their reality, with no hope of winning. And yet she stood her ground. Blaze couldn't express how proud she was. That pride burned bright and warm in her heart. That bravery, that determination, that willpower, could those be qualities she taught her? Did she do a good job mentoring the girl? That pride within her, in the girl she looked after, powered her mind and spirit. She pulled and the world moved. Rumbles and tremors could be felt throughout all of time and space, through past, present, and future, even Silver felt the quakes realities away. She pulled on the quantum lever, she roared into the heavens as her person burst into a supernova, blasting a beam of fire into the sky.
One final pull and a BOOM resonated across all of time and space. She assumed that that was the ‘click’ Silver spoke of, as in her mind's eyes she now saw the train tracks aligned.
She opened her eyes. She began to breathe; she hadn't even realised that she was holding her breath. The flames faded. Without a hesitation the feline launched off with her hyper speed in search of Marine. “Marine!?! Marine?!” She zipped and zoomed across the beach in search of the young raccoon, “Mar! Mari!!?” She began to hyperventilate; her eyes began to water. There was no sign of the parasite, but there wasn't any sign of Marine eith-
Suddenly, a nearby pile of rubble began to shake and part. And from underneath it jumped out an excited raccoon, smiling ear to ear, arms in the air, “Wooooooooo!!!! Take that you dumb bug! You did it, B!”
Blaze quickly leapt at the young raccoon and embraced her in a big hug. “I was so worried. You're alright!”
“Psst, f course I'm okay.” She pointed at herself with her thumbs, “I'm the best! Smartest mammal on the earth! HA!”
Beep. Beep.
It was the watch communicator, Blaze once again tapped the blinking blue screen, and Silver’s visage appeared again. “Blazey! MarMar! Are- Are you all right?! What happened?!”
“It's alright, Silvy. We're safe. We did it.”
“We kicked that bug’s butt! Woooo!” Marina punched the air in excitement.
“Ha! See!? I told you you could do it! You're a natural!” He gave Blaze a smile, she smiled back.
“Dude, we need to celebrate! With ice cream!”
“Sounds lovely.” She rolled her eyes, “How long until you get here?” She asked Silver.
“Few hours. Save some chocolate chip for me! Don't let her eat all of it this time!”
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Whats your favourite bug? :O!! and why?
OH MAN. i think it comes down to either mantises or parasitoid wasps...
mantises are obviously very charismatic creatures and i am not immune. everything they do is cute and full of personality. they've got pseudopupils for coincidentally human-readible expression, and arms, and busy little mouths... i relate to the way they tilt their heads and stare at you, and groom themselves (all bugs do this cutely), and rock back and forth to appear as a leaf would. i also love the fact that they're closely related to cockroaches. you can really see the resemblence if you look for it, but it's hard to guess if you aren't told because the popular conceptions of the two are very different.
here is a modest collection of mantises i have had the pleasure of personal acquaintance with. some of them i raised myself when i was a teenager:
my favorite ones in particular are idolomantis, for being an absurd animal, and vespamantoida wherleyi for being a wasp mimic! just as all kinds of things independently evolve mantis-type claws for their sleek utility, mantises occasionally decide to be someone else entirely...
SPEAKING of wasps. there are a lot of incredibly striking and flashy parasitoid wasps with memorable gimmicks, like dear old ichneumon, or the emerald cockroach wasp:
but the thing that really gets me about parasitoid wasps is the sheer number, and what they reveal about the ubiquity of parasitism as a strategy. to quote wikipedia, it is estimated that there are more species in (the ichneumon) family than there are species of birds and mammals combined. it's been suggested before (though not necessarily proven) that parasitoid wasps are the most speciose animal on the planet, despite having gone wildly underrecognized for most of entomological history.
that's because most of them are miniscule and mysterious. as parasites, they spend a notable portion of their lives hiding inside of other things, and to hide inside of something else, you have to be small. really small. the smallest, in fact. amoeba sized!
and let's say, hypothetically, that for every unique insect, at least one unique parasite evolves to match... well, even the parasitoid wasps have their own, smaller parasitoid wasps.
i'm so compelled by parasitism in large part because of the emotion it evokes in a human audience, how easily people borrow it as a metaphor for our relationships and social dynamics, and then project that emotional signifigance back onto parasitic animals; the parasitic wasp is confounded too with the perception of wasps as scary, dangerous, or pests. and yet, unseen, these things are everywhere! a huge (small) part of the world.
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Not exactly a mystery box, but I does contain mysterious things. Behold, three Ebay purchases with combined shipping.
Purchase #1: vintage MOTU goodness. I've been after Beast Man and Grizzlor, so that's a couple more off the list. Buzz-Off's in decent shape, but he's extra. Ditto that Skeletor. The Landshark sealed the deal, really: mine took a shelf dive and broke both gun mounts, but everything else besides the right cannon survived.
Oh, happy day! Totally had Grizzlor's crossbow in there too. A damn fine specimen overall; almost no damage at all.
Purchase #2: this rubber Viking head. It's one of those hand puppets with 3-4 finger holes in the back. Contort your digits to make the face look even sillier. It's minutes of fun. But it's significantly older than myself from the look and feel, and there's a definite charm to it.
And then there's Purchase #3: just, so many rubber bugs. The suction-cup grasshopper is a tough sort of rubber, with delightful old-school bottle-brush feet. The crickets are good jiggly rubber, but likely not 70s.
In the way of "pest" species, I scored two decent roaches, and a laughably crude one that looks more like a half-engorged tick in this shot. It's the sort of peach-colored, slightly translucent rubber you'd see sometimes in party supply stores.
A pair of jiggler ants are hilariously warped in their old age, while the central one is a late 80s release from Funrise, apparently a bighead ant. Also from Funrise are the fruit fly and tsetse fly, which are interesting choices. The bulk of the Diptera are very nice dual-injected rubber pieces.
Arachnid-wise, I'm most excited about the unpainted Hong Kong scorpion. The large, colorful spiders are large plastic knockoffs of the vendingachine jiggler toys immediately below them.
Two Creepy Crawlers tarantulas were a fun surprise, as is the tiny (and obvious) Ben Cooper tarantula KO. That little scorpion, though? Very strange. It's rocking a kickass three-tone gradient, and is about the consistency of a really really soft sticky toy, but with very little in the way of stickiness. It reminds me of the tentacles on those Blok Bots Mutroids.
Too deep?
Oddballs are an early 90s arcade prize centipede, a snail and slug (and caterpillar) cast in trans green rubber, a couple Creepy Crawlers beetles, a fat lizard, two plastic ladybugs (molded and painted with one eye each), and a few tiny bugs I missed at first. The snail is of particular notice: that's all one piece, but at a glance, it looks a lot like two. Really good paint work there.
A fine haul, all in all.
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quick question, would different realms have different flags? like if a country has a specific flag would the nether of fae realm have one?
Now this is an interesting question! 👀
So, flags and such are definitely done by country/kingdom, not realm, but there are no cross-realm societies (yet) so there's no flags (or crests) found in more than one realm, so you could, at the current point in time, separate flags and symbols and crests into "Fae Realm" and "Nether Realm" and "End Realm" etc etc.
The Fae realm doesn't have flags but they do have crests; each individual Court (the High Court, the Low Courts, and the individual courts among the Divine (all non-Elf Fae, including the Allay and Vex Courts)) has its own symbol and crest.
Among the Humans, ofc, different countries have different flags, as do different kingdoms- and, within Old Hermetia, territories within the kingdom would have both the flag of the royal family plus their own territory's flag. For example, Mumbo was a duke in Old Hermetia, so he would have both the flag of the king he served and the flag of his duchy (which was basically his family crest on pretty fabric).
(bonus info, Mumbo's duchy was split into a few different counties and the counties had their own flags, too, but ofc their own flag was never given more respect (aka flown higher) than the duchy's, which was never given more respect than the kingdom's :3 hi hello I'm mildly obsessed with cultural symbols and etiquette/traditions, Hermetia was split into 4 duchies- the north, south, east and west, with the kingdom's capital/the king's palace having been at the heart of the kingdom; Mumbo was the duke of the northern duchy, and as such was one of the five most powerful people in the entirety of Old Hermetia (thus why he was able to do so much and had so much influence)- and so yeah, whoo medieval european influence! ... I thought it was fitting for the Brit whose entire thing is Making Other British People Feel Not British (see: Tommy's video he made with Mumbo and Grian, where being around Mumbo makes him "feel like an American") to be from a european-esque civilization forgive me)
As for like, the Nether, I'm not sure if they would have flags tbh. That feels very flammable. If they do, I definitely think the Piglins would have their own flag (possibly different settlements might have their own spin on the flag, since they're so far separated, and the little differences pile up the further you get that eventually it becomes a whole different flag, but ya know), and clusters of Nether Hybrid communities would have their own (again, they're probably so spread out that they have different clusters with different flags and different cultures, especially if they live in different biomes).
Now, as for the End... I think the End would have just one flag, like they'd be the only realm to have an actual Flag For The Whole Realm (tho the High Court is often used as default to represent the Fae Realm) because everything is pretty homogenous there; you only have two types of people living there, the Endermen and Endermen Hybrids (other living things include Dragons and Dragon Hybrids and Shulkers and Shulker Hybrids and [redacted]s but they're all so rare that you're not likely to find a community for them... except Shulkers, Shulkers are absolute menaces, but Shulker Hybrids are rare), and in Midnight- fun fact!- Endermen were once Humans who stayed too long in the harsh environment of the void-exposed realm. When people went to the End realm the first time, the only living things there were Shulkers and Dragons and Endermites (which are just bug things, pests at best). And chorus fruit, which combined with said void-exposure may have contributed to the Humans evolving into Endermen/Hybrids.
I think, for the most part, at least in Midnight, most people in the End live on the Midnight-world equivalent of the spawn island where the portal between realms is, and I like to imagine a grand, sprawling, Tall™ End City there (but like, much cooler than what we get in the actual game ofc) and the further you get from the heart of the realm you start to find scattered communities and smaller cities and maybe even crystalline/glassy biomes-
Oh god you got me rambling, I've been working on this for an hour now. An HOUR. Okay. I'll end it here I'm so sorry-
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Big fat thread about an unfinished Pokédex
Admittedly, they aren’t very Grass type for a starter line. They are herons/storks that end with a “mad” scientist and windmill motif, the latter is shown better in the G-Max tho. The G-Max is a Don Quijote “Giant” and likely how Homo Floresiensis looked at Flores’ giant storks
Storks are common in Spain and I saw literally a flock of migrating herons from my dad’s car during my childhood, hence why this pick for my grass starter
G-Max Crumenill was mostly inspired in giant flower-”crest” like the ones of Petaldramon or Flowered Sectonia
Hierbill’s neck is like green heron’s neck and Crumenill’s bow tie spins when generating electricity
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The Fire starter line takes inspiration from the origin of the myth of fire salamanders, obviously axolotls/olms and San Juan’s bonfire, as well as something unfortunate about axolotls. This G-Max was the weakest design of the starter trio to be honest
The fire salamander is the most common salamander in Europe. The axolotl details were taken because they give a very good aesthetic and were easy to implement
The loose skin “coat” is meant to look short like a sorcerer cloak. The vivid belly patterns were based on Monster Hunter’s Nibelsnarf and the ones of the G-Max form are meant to look like lava
The unfortunate thing about axolotls is how their skin is damaged by staying too much time out of water. Good to find for the inspiration of this line, but the picture of the poor axolotl so crippled breaks my heart
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Yeah, the Water starter line are literal water bears, tanks in every sense of the word, but as bears with traits of the tardigrade rather than the other way around (because the other is quite overused) and with fun inspiration in spanish stuff
Bathcub’s name was prompted by my friend EventHorizontal
Aside from the Iberian Bear, the traits of diving and astronaut suits and submarines are because the first versions of the suits were made by Spanish people. In the case of the submarine it was just the first armed submarine
Tankursa takes inspiration from Mecha Bun-Bun from The Battle Cats
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The early Normal type line are just really European rabbits with a fun twist, turning into a spanish conqueror. They are super common here and a pest everywhere else, so you get the drill
Mundabitt looks like as if it was permanently startled/curious because I have never seen a rabbit directly that wasn’t like either of those
Clawqueror’s claws are meant to resemble the blades used by the conquerors, but they accurately are like how long rabbit claws are
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The low tier early Bug types are earwigs because it’s very odd that such a mundane insect hasn’t been used by Pokémon yet. They have exaggerated rear pincers because earwigs doesn’t have much else than their butt pincers
The names of both use the spanish translation of buttface combined with words to fit the whole “It thinks it’s way cooler than how it actually is”
For the laughs, if I designed their stats, they would get Guillotine hilariously early
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A regional variant! One of the many that at the end evolved into a new fakemon here. Is Pidove, but became a city pigeon by eating garbage, so it’s just really a regular pigeon
While the whole idea is about the city, domestic and rock pigeons, this character (see until 1:16) was the biggest inspiration for this https://youtu.be/cw2c4r5gkvs?t=53
As they are Poison type and the colors of the rock pigeon fit with cigarettes, Filftdove’s color are based around these and smoke
The fact that regular pigeons have both green and violet was too perfect for a Poison type to let it pass
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Another line of early Bug types that starts as a pitiful worm that decides if to protect the weak as it was or if to get revenge on those who hurt it. Based on Kamen Rider like Lokix for the bug theme (although I made these years before)
Atempupa is mean to represent a punching bag and bandages
The fly hero/mosquito villain contrast was short of a joke because as a person with atopic skin, biting flies actually leave worse bites than mosquitoes
Tabanero is literally Kamen Rider. The wings are his scarf and when it goes G-Max it basically goes “Anime hero over the top stuff”, not because Kamen Rider but for fun
Maldamo is the leader of Shocker, but it takes heavy inspiration from Parallel Nightmare from Kirby. In fact, Maldamo has no legs
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The early bird fodder here are based on sparrows and immediately in the second stage they are bearded vultures. Bird repeats do change to different species more often than you might think, but it’s honestly cooler to do this
Trituross takes the regular and clay-stained coloration of bearded vultures and nothing else because they are awesome enough
The Ground type was initially because the bone moves motif and added with clay to fit the concept, I didn’t know that bearded vultures ACTUALLY use clay on their feathers until much later
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Pokémon did their own Spanish Grass cat and I decided to do mine. Interestingly both take inspiration from the Cipotegato, which was a funny coincidence, although mine ended inspired in San Jorge’s legend (and the Shrek Puss in Boots)
And if you think that Meowscarada is based in the Mars de Foie, you know shit about Spanish culture
The original idea was a rose Pokémon with a rapier (as it’s a Spanish sword) that turned Fairy in reference to the rose that grew from the blood of the dragon that San Jorge killed in his legend and was pretty much a Roserade clone
The concept nailing when like this:
1- The Tomatina is a well known Spanish tradition that involves a plant
2- Tomatoes and roses are related and their fruits are similar
3- One of the Tomatina’s origin comes from the legend of a harlequin with a cat mask
4- The Shrek’s Puss in Boots is a Spanish cat that wields a rapier
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My Pikaclone here is a shrew because they have an unhinged metabolism and because they were perfect for an Electric/Poison fakemon. Also because with this I could make it more comfortable for my designing style
Originally it didn’t have the white Pikachu-like cheeks, but after Fauxlens suggested these to make it look more like the other Pikaclones I considered and finally used it
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These weren’t for dog Pokémon fodder but more because I wanted to make a literal spanish water dog. While water dogs has been done fittingly as mop dogs, I wanted a different take that ties to poodles as they are hunting dogs
When you think in poodles you usually don’t get the picture of a hunting dog adapted to water, so that’s why I wanted to go in this vein
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This Paras line is just free of harmful fungi and instead have benign symbiotic edible mushrooms. As child I always saw Parasect as a crab-spider thing rather than as a stylized cicada, so that’s why Matantis is like a mix of mantis and oil beetle with some fun in the mix
Certain oil beetles in Spain are called Aceiteras, which translates as oil container. Although subtle, the long body and nose are meant to be like a bottle of cooking oil
The mantis part is because the mushroom “buns” were inspired from Monster Hunter’s armor piece Chaos Cap, which is based in Chun-Li clothing
It isn’t Fighting because it was originally going to be Normal type and since it looks like an ugly Chun-Li and mantises just do fighting moves for bluffing, it was fitting
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These Timburs use sacks instead of their regular tools to steal things from others. It’s based in a rural sport called “Smuggler Race” that involves carrying sacks like these
Before you ask, yes, I played the chorizo pun and yes, Chorerurr is just a politician
The chorizo thing is a pun because we use chorizo for the sausage but an old term for “to steal” was “chorar” and thus saying “ser un chorizo” equals to “to be a thief”
The Dark type was initially a bit forced in the most early versions but aside from the Smuggler Race, the sacks that they use were going to be the shed skin of another fakemon based on the man of the sack, a version of the spanish boogeyman, which was Dark type
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Making an ice skating Surkist’s evo isn’t mindblowing, but I wanted to do my own take because it’s fun
Skice’s design takes inspiration from the main character of the Nitrome games’ Frostbite and its Spin Off Thin Ice, mostly on the latter
In fact, its lore would have involved sinking opponents by cutting circles in the ice just like that character
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My first shiny ever was a Yanma in Platinum. As I lost the game eons ago, I made this to tribute it. This Yanma is a dragonfly nymph and the evolution, aside from the overused dragonfly pun, is based in a damselfly, which in Spanish they get the name of “Horses of the devil”
Damselflies’ Spanish name inspired some pretty cool pictures like this and became the main inspiration for Diablanma
Since it’s “horse”-like, it was intended to be a flying Poke Ride
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This Tynamo line is all about love and passion, two things that lampreys absolutely don’t have. They bite and thrash to make babies, so for this absolutely anti-romantic fact I wanted to make this joke
The palette was inspired by the Spanish dish of lamprey cooked in their own blood and the Tinto River and the “burning passion” idea came because male lampreys have a special cord that heathens by pyrocells when reproducing
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This variant of Rolycoly is quite literally the Ave trains because in Shinaipa they breed Rolycoly to not use coal and be more ecologic. They served me for years to see my father after my parents divorced
The penguin part is because ave means bird and because an inner joke about how the train stations in where I live are very cold
The idea for the G-Max was going to be the full train but as a goofy vertically elongated penguin which move would be called G-Max Delay
This, combined with Stall as a possible ability, is because these trains basically always get late
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At this point these last lines didn’t get any lore because I was approaching the burnout of this dex, but for context, this one is based on the Gamusino. Essentially a fictional animal to prank strangers and kids
Likely, I would have made its lore being a non legendary Pokémon so rare that people often doubt that it actually exists despite being recognized in the Pokedex
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Based on the cases of witchcraft and witch-hunting in Zugarramurdi. They became vengeful wraiths after being burnt to death and use the fire that killed them to cast fireballs. Zugaruja’s eyes aren’t usually seen, but when you see them, you can feel the deep hatred of it
This is what happens when you don’t expect the Spanish inquisition
This line went through many many concepts around the same basis and while I didn’t bother in making Zugaruja’s G-Max, it would have been based around Drawcia Soul
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These variants are based on the Gaizkin, a mythological vasque creature that sickens sleeping people by putting under their beds rooster heads made with feathers. You likely won’t find much about them because for some reason the info about these has become somehow more scarce through years
Their lore is that they were evil creatures that were ridiculed with chicken-like bodies as a punishment
The last evo, just like Grimmsnarl, is actually way thinner than how it looks due the feathers making its bulk
Its G-Max would have been roughly in the giant bird of The Claw (1957)
Baba Yaga ideas would have been fitting but very odd to use on this and not in Zugaruja’s one
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The last two lines that were going to make into the dex were based around two ice poles we have here, starting kinda goofy but turning awesome for no reason. In this case they were based on Dracula poles
The pre-evo would have been able to sneeze icicles and the evo would have gotten an ability that boost 30% damage when hailing/snow, basically having recoilless Life Orb and a free item slot in hail/snow
The more I think about it, the evo is quite literally ice Noivern. Btw, this is the ice cream I’m talking about
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These are based on the Frigo Pie, an ice cream that looks like a foot, for some reason
Anyways, these go from red footed boobies to a short of mix of animals aiming for something like an owl bear because I wanted some short of abominable snow monster
I really mixed design traits to make the evo look cool, but I think that I was really thinking in some of the Frostbite’s creatures in my unconscious when doing this one
And this is the weird Frigo Pie
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These didn’t convince me at the end, but these are the only ones of the good bunch of non-designed ideas and concepts that got a design
We have in Spain the legend of the Black Hand, a ghostly severed hand thing. Since I wanted to make a sock puppet for fun, I thought in making a counterpart since in Pokémon we have the White Hand
Aside from the ghostly hands inspiration, they are also themed on Master and Crazy Hand. In fact, the Crazy Hand one’s glove isn’t patched by needlework, it was added with staplers
The Crazy pre-evo is meant to look like that disgruntled Kermit’s face
Oh and yes, those translucid parts are bones. Of humans? Yes and no, but I will just leave that in the air
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And that’s it. Thank you if you went through the full thing
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@magioffire || Bug or Fae? [maverick/vali]
"Both?"
How was this even a question? Vali thought. He then considered that some varieties of fae might not even consider their more insect-like brethren to even be counted among the Fair Folk. Instead they were incessant swarms that descended upon the gardens, cities and secret abodes of other fae, carving a path of destruction that would send locusts into a fit of envy in their wake. His kind were, at the very least, extra-ordinary pests, befitting of extra-ordinary standards, so Vali did feel a little bit offended that Maverick even asked.
Or maybe he could be counted among the more sheltered fae, who never experienced interacting with some of the stranger varieties fae had to offer outside of their secluded territories. He wasn't even the strangest. In his day he saw fae with faces on their chests, fae that took the form of moss and duckweed covered horses with backwards limbs, and much worse besides. He smiled, crookedly. "Or whichever combination of bug and fae gets you the most excited." Or disturbed? Confused? Annoyed? Disgusted? He could conjure all of those emotions easily.
It was fascinating to get to know another fae creature, but this time the form of the other threw him off. Maverick was on one of his tour of the lands, through enchanted forests and citadels alike but once he came across this bug-like creature, he cannot ignore the fae-like energy that came from him. He thought about ignoring it, but eventually he went across and before even introducing himself, he blurted out the question before he could even stop himself, only to feel slightly guilty since it bothered the other.
“I mean no offense, I just haven’t met any of your kind before. I’ve come across elemental fae creatures prior, and the type I am, that is a dragon-blooded fae. I should have known that there are varieties to our kind that even I cannot fathom. Even so, I should have been more polite.”
“Prince Maverick of the Moorlands,” he introduced himself. “Son of the late, and powerful Sorceress and Queen Maleficent.”
#threads; maverick/vali#/ive been wanting to interact for a LONG time so here have an intrusive mavvie#magioffire
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Pss! This is Mr Pest.
U know? I like to take my binoculars and watch humans from my lair, humans behavior is so interesting!.. They are afraid about ghosts and witches but they often forget their inner fears, such as PHOBIAS! yeah yeah! I know, not be afraid, I also have one of those things, I would be super fearful if I lost my binoculars or otherwise how would I gossip about ur lifes? I just found this, poor crazy man 🚬🦉.
"The clown mask"
I couldn't stop watching him, from the first time my pupils were nailed to him as vultures, with a pinch of fear and rage, the worst combination turned my body into a doll of nerves. That demon enjoyed suffering.
His nostrils perceived the stench of sweat running down my forehead, and his laugh Oh! So horrible and machiavellian laugh which bounced through my eardrums, along the shivers jerking my bones. In the corner of that circus, I prayed to end the show. I moved sideways like a pendulum sitting on a chair. There was something in that clown that drove me crazy, his grey shades and black baggy eyes, he carried a funeral makeup intending to hide his rotten inside.
The night was an agony, time tortured me with a terrible way. My head was a mental cage that repeated the same image over and over again. The room drowned me, my sanity hung from a thread. I swear u!! I don't lie, at midnight the moonlight showed a twisted shoe shadow, it was hiding behind a wall while his gloves tapped the edge of the nook. He gave me away a wave. In a blink of an eye his non- human face cut my breathing. The length of his cheeks spit off a lizard tongue pointing out to my throat. I clung the sheets and I squeezed my eyes with the pointless hope it was unreal. My soul turned into dust , he stayed over there exploring how to become to me a poor defenseless bug. The sparkle of his basins burnt with the strength of hell. I didn't resist, I begged but the cold contact of his breath touched my skin. A tear fell from my cheek. Definitely I was a time bomb doing a countdown to blow up. In a couple of minutes I became in my own phobia victim. Some light crimson lines dragged down my nails, I bit my fingers until I felt the tiny veins inside, it looked like a butcher shop destroyed in pure hurtful skin. I took a look at the nowhere. The monster vanished, the clock rang out at 4 am, an insignificant second was enough to show up a billion nightmares. I was a toy again, insomnia controlled me and the shortness of breath raised my anxiety levels.
All those things were professionals in forcing me to listen to the speeches of evil.
Then it happened, the weak memory of my last therapy let me doubtful. According to my therapist, it was high time to get rid of my fears. I did it
Early in the morning I walked to the circus once again, it was its last journey. I saw him, sitting in front of a large mirror, with his suit and frightening paintings . I was aware that the discomfort disturbed him's rest time. I am glad that for a first time a fucking clown brought me happiness for hearing the ax-edge breaking his limbs, knowing that finally the life of my pain was dying sluggish. Yeah, I was fully brave when I culminated with him Although, to be honest. It was not such a satisfying triumph at the moment when they presented it . Since my seat swallowing popcorn meanwhile everyone ran away yelling and I laughing of seeing the clown's head hanging on that stake
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Another Monday
The mister is back in his office tappity tapping away and I spent my morning wiping toilets, folding laundry, and unloading the dishwasher. Somehow I think his efforts will be more appreciated. Well, at least I know that I enjoy a fresh toilet that smells of peonies. I also went out and plucked a few tomatoes.
I hadn’t checked on the ‘mater pants all weekend and it was sad to see that I had loads of tomatoes that had gone to mush. The wonderful Dr Wyche’s Yellow plant was leaning over on its side - probably a combination of some big storms that we had and the fact that I haven’t been an attentive gardener this summer. I lost most of July and the plants became too top heavy and overly full. Oh, the heartbreak of tossing out several BIG, beautiful tomatoes. They turned to sauce in my hands. The Cherokee Purple plant was still upright but had just as many heavy, mushy blobs. Tragedy! I’ve got several of each variety in the crisper, and bags of cherry tomatoes - but the waste still guts me.
Want to hear something even worse? I’ve spotted squash bugs in the garden. Those demons will suck the life right out of a pumpkin vine. They’re almost impossible to beat. I’ve only seen a couple, but that just means that I need to go out and flip over all of the leaves and look for eggs. @#$%^! I hate those things. I’d rather deal with just about any other garden pest than a horde of squash bugs. They’re the spawn of Satan. I prefer to garden organically and I’ll do just about anything to keep from harming pollinators - but seeing one of these...
makes me want to pick up a blowtorch and a canister of the deadliest bug spray around.
On a more cheerful note, our weekend was a delight. On Saturday morning we popped into the Craft Bakery & Cafe downtown and chose a sampling of items. Those items included two slices of Summer Harvest Quiche - chock full of local tomatoes, zucchini, and sweet corn. Divine! After lunch we drove over the bridge and spent a few hours with the world’s cutest grandgirl while her parents enjoyed a date. That was the cherry on top. On Sunday we put a toe over the Delaware state line and explored Canterbury’s, an antique furniture store with fabulous prices. I could have gone nuts in there but was looking for just one small piece - a nightstand. Of course I have a project in mind. I found the perfect nightstand and it was just $39. I‘ve already got a stash with enough paint and hardware to make the changes I want to make. This should be fun, though I may wait for this heatwave to pass before I spend hours in the garage working on it. This is probably a good place to mention that its just 84 days until Halloween!
If the universe is kind and the squash bugs don’t defeat me, I’ll be ready.
Anyone else starting to feel like I’m setting myself up for a huge disappointment? Honestly, the way things have gone since our move I will be shocked if I get to harvest a pumpkin. But I will move forward with determination and optimism. That’s the stuff I’m made of, that’s what my people do. We sing in the lifeboats, we look for the silver lining. No use being miserable until it’s absolutely necessary, right?
I’m an optimist with experience, so there’s a healthy dose of realist in my soul as well. Expect the best but have a Plan B.
That’s where I’ll leave you. I hope that your morning has been filled with nicer things than toilets and squash bugs, but if it hasn’t - well, rest assured that your afternoon will probably be better.
Stay safe, stay well, stay hopeful.
XOXO,
Nancy
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Some ooc facts about my fav bug creature, Moff!
~ If they don't have music to listen to while doing something, they have trouble focusing.
~ They were born in a tree as a caterpillar and their "puberty" was basically just going into a 3 year cocoon.
~ Their parents were not present as moth creatures constantly move to continue producing members of their species.
~ Despite them both being bugs, Moff does not get along with Pest.
~ Moff is naturally attracted to light, yet has bad eyesight (despite having 4 eyes).
~ They have a collection of cool lamps they find.
~ They are extremely agile at parkour, and even know the whole Silly Emporium obby by heart to the point they could do it blindfolded.
(Bit of angst for ya)
~ After they left the tree they were born in, they were practically homeless until they could eventually get a house.
~ Due to this, they are overly used to money being tight, despite the fact that the combined income of them and their partners is more than enough.
~ They used to have wings, large, fluffy, and off-white with black spots. However their first time going through the "WALL OF" level, they got caught in the conveyor obstacle and thus ripped off.
~ However, they are working on building a new, functioning pair.
~ They get confused when people are concerned about their childhood, as the way they grew up is considered normal for their species.
~ They regularly forget to eat, and due to only remembering to when they're done working, they regularly stop at the Red Ball to get fries to munch on.
(Alr no more angst)
~ Despite Gregoriah being the most known partner of them, they actually have two other partners, and they are in a polyamorous relationship. The two (my friend @th3-l0c0l-l0v3r's oc's) are Valin and Stanley.
~ Their species is mainly carnivorous but biologically are omnivores, as they ate leaves as a caterpillar and they still eat plant foods to this day.
~ They especially enjoy culturally diverse foods.
~ They have a concerningly high spice tolerance. One time, Mark gave them $50 to eat a ghost pepper, and they did it without flinching and with little reaction.
~ As a caterpillar they used to have 4 arms. They still have multiple arms, in fact more (like 8 of them), but the most they keep out nowadays is 4.
~ Sometimes when they run, they shift to running on all fours to run faster.
~ They are quite snappy when first met.
~ As people look past their anger and get to know them, they are much nicer, and even a little silly at times.
~ They find guitars cool, and want to get a guitar one day to learn it.
~ Their music taste is quite mixed, but is kept in one large playlist on their music player. One of their favorite songs is Hell Is Forever, and they seem to really like any song that has guitar in it in some way.
~ Their froggy coin purse was a gift from Gregoriah, and they protect it with their life.
~ They make squeaking noises, the tone changing depending on mood.
~ Them and Emerson know each other on a first name basis due to them stopping by the Red Ball Diner after work to eat.
~ Their voice claim is Technoblade. (I will do a voice claims video for oc's at some point)
~ (Based on my hc!) Despite WALL OF being the reason they no longer have their wings, they're now on good terms w Mach. In fact, when around each other, they almost have a sibling-like bond.
~ Due to this, they also know Albine on a first-name-basis. Sometimes when Mach is busy, Albine will go around with them.
~ They had to cut their hair one time because one weekend working at the Silly Emporium, they got a shit ton of chewed gum stuck in their hair after diving in to clean the ball pit.
~ Despite their usual grumpiness, they are careful to not snap at Spud! or Pilby.
~ They have a weird sense of sorts for other traumatized people.
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Important Pest Control Tips for Mosquito and Bed bugs in New York - Town and Country Solutions
While I don't have specific information about "Town and Country Solutions" in Buffalo, Syracuse, and Rochester New York, I can provide you with general pest control tips for mosquitoes and bed bugs that are applicable in various regions. It's essential to consult with a local pest control professional for advice tailored to your specific location and circumstances. Please note some general tips:
Mosquito Control Tips:
Eliminate Standing Water: Mosquitoes breed in standing water, so eliminate any stagnant water around your property. Regularly empty and clean bird baths, clogged gutters, flower pot saucers, and other containers that can collect water. Mosquito Control Rochester
Install Screens: Use screens on windows and doors to prevent mosquitoes from entering your home. Repair any holes or tears in existing screens.
Use Mosquito Repellents: Apply mosquito repellents on exposed skin, especially during peak mosquito activity times, such as dawn and dusk.
Wear Protective Clothing: When spending time outdoors, wear long sleeves, long pants, and socks to minimize exposed skin.
Consider Mosquito-Repellent Plants: Plant mosquito-repelling plants, such as citronella, lavender, and marigolds, around your outdoor living spaces.
Use Mosquito Traps: Consider using mosquito traps or bug zappers to reduce mosquito populations in specific areas.
Professional Mosquito Treatment: In areas with high mosquito activity, consider professional mosquito control services. They may offer treatments like mosquito barrier sprays or misting systems.
Bed Bug Control Tips:
Regular Inspection: Regularly inspect your home for signs of bed bugs, such as small reddish-brown bugs, tiny white eggs, or small black fecal spots on bedding and furniture.
Wash Bedding Frequently: Wash bedding, linens, and curtains regularly in hot water and dry them on high heat to kill bed bugs and their eggs.
Use Mattress and Box Spring Encasements: Encase mattresses and box springs with special bed bug-proof encasements to prevent bed bugs from hiding in these areas.
Reduce Clutter: Declutter your living space to eliminate hiding spots for bed bugs. Dispose of items you no longer need and store remaining items in sealed plastic containers.
Vacuum Regularly: Vacuum carpets, rugs, and upholstery frequently, paying special attention to seams and crevices. Dispose of the vacuum bag in a sealed trash bag outside your home.
Professional Bed Bug Treatment: If you suspect a bed bug infestation, contact a professional pest control service for a thorough inspection and treatment. Bed bug infestations often require specialized expertise to eliminate effectively.
Be Cautious When Traveling: Bed bugs can be introduced to your home through infested luggage or clothing. Inspect hotel rooms and avoid bringing second-hand furniture into your home without careful examination.
Remember that effective pest control often requires a combination of preventive measures, regular maintenance, and professional assistance. If you are specifically looking for pest control services in New York, consider contacting "Town and Country Solutions" or other reputable pest control companies in your area for personalized advice and solutions.
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10 Use of Food grade Diatomaceous Earth
There are numerous uses for Food grade Diatomaceous Earth, including skin care, pet care, and more. Some of them, along with links to recipes, are as follows:
1. Detoxification Support
The internal application of food-grade diatomaceous earth as a general support for detoxification. However, she states that people with severe conditions like Crohn's disease or ulcerative colitis should not take it.
2. Deodorant
Although the liver, kidneys, colon, and lymph systems are our primary detoxification pathways, our skin and lungs also play a role in detoxification. Antiperspirants shouldn't hinder our body's ability to sweat, but they can neutralize odor in the underarm area to keep things fresh.
For this, diatomaceous earth is ideal. Additionally, individuals who have experienced rashes or irritation following application often prefer it because it tends not to be quite as alkaline as baking soda, which is frequently utilized in homemade deodorants.
3. Toothpaste
For extra deep cleaning power, sprinkle a little DE on your tooth soap, toothpaste, or homemade toothpowder. It only needs a small amount to effectively remove stains because it is mildly abrasive, and it should only be used occasionally.
4. Facial Scrub & Mask
food-grade diatomaceous earth is a gentle facial exfoliant and mask due to its fineness. DE contains calcium, magnesium, zinc, copper, selenium, phosphorous, and other trace minerals in addition to its main component, silica. This is a wonderful way to enhance a diet high in minerals due to the fact that minerals can be absorbed through the skin.
To use: To make a thick paste, combine about one tablespoon of diatomaceous earth with milk, aloe vera gel, or honey that has been diluted. Apply the paste to your face by lightly massaging it in circular motions with your fingertips. After allowing the paste to set for one to two minutes, use a warm washcloth to gently remove it in small, circular motions. The majority of the exfoliation occurs during this final stage. If you use a toner, follow with a moisturizer like tallow balm or my recipe for a hydrating skin repair serum.
5. Supports Healthy Cholesterol Levels
According to the findings of this study, diatomaceous earth may help regulate cholesterol levels and lipid metabolism.
6. Food Storage
To prevent spoilage, DE is added to grains and legumes like wheat, maize, beans, and barley. It prevents mold, keeps food dry, and keeps insects like weevils and beetles out.
7. Bed Bugs
food-grade diatomaceous earth was approved by the FDA for use against fleas and bed bugs. A guide on how to use it throughout the house can be found here.
A few observations: First, there are 2% synthetic ingredients in the product in this tutorial. Although it is certainly superior to some bed bug pesticides, I would prefer 100% DE before attempting it.
8. Home & Garden Pest Control
Diatomaceous earth can be used to kill slugs, beetles, and other unwanted pests in the garden or indoors to get rid of ants. However, please keep in mind that due to the fact that the majority of bugs are beneficial and we want to preserve their habitats, they should be used sparingly. For additional information on natural pest control methods.
9. Flea Infestations
When I watch this video about treating pets for fleas with diatomaceous earth, I can't help but giggle a little, but it has some very useful information...
It's important to remember to treat areas where your pet likes to nap and any carpet they come into contact with. Using DE, treat your carpet and home for fleas in these ways.
10. DIY Natural Flea Powder
Regarding fleas, can you guess the primary component of this natural flea powder for dogs and cats? Here is a recipe for natural dog tick and flea powder if you prefer to make it rather than buy it.
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Pest Control Brisbane
Pests are pesky creatures that not only bring discomfort but also increase stress and expenses. If you need pest control in Brisbane, then SES Pest Control Brisbane provides the finest services for your home or business with various kinds of treatments such as bed bug removal from furniture items like mattresses & box springs; flea management plans customized based on what species is prevalent at any given time (i e if there have been recent outbreaks); rodent destroying methods including catch-and-release programs where we use baited traps combined
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