Sneak Peek to Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #39: “Danger in Blood”

The Solar Opposites, AISHA and Monica rushes towards their friends and frenemies in concern as they recovers from their fight with Qourra as the portal closes.

Human Terry: Holy shit! What the fuck just happened...?

Human Korvo: I don't know...

Human Jessie: Guys! What the fuck happen to you?! It looks like you guys fucked up for reals?

Human Pupa: Pezlie!

Pezlie: giggling

Nova: trembling in terror I-I-I was afraid th-this would h-happen... Q-Q-Qourra... h-have f-f-f-finally s-s-snapped.....

The Solar Opposites, AISHA and Monica gasp in horror as the Solars transformed back into their normal alien selves.

Yumyulack and Jesse: WHAT?!?

Pupa: gasp as he hugs his siblings

Korvo: We’re so sorry.

Phoebe MacCarthy: That lying traitorous son of a bitch!

Miss Frankie: What do we do now?! She’s too powerful!

Terry: What do you mean?

Montez: Qourra wanted to kill the man who murdered her mother four years ago.

Principal Cooke: We tried to reason with her and Kano but instead…

Kevin: She bloodbend us!

The Solar Opposites gasp in horror by this horrifying revelation.

AISHA: That stubborn teenage son of a bitch! to the Solar Opposites and Monica You Mighty heroes gotta go stop her!

Yumyulack: But she’s too powerful!

Korvo: Not for us! Us Shlorpians can’t be bloodbend because of our own DNA.

Terry: That’s right! We’re easily immune to it!

Jesse: But how do we find her?!

AISHA: I’m on it!

AISHA tracked down Qourra’s location on the airship she has stolen and it reveals her location. At a garden farm.

Korvo: Mighty Solars, time to suit up!

The Solar Opposites and Monica transforms into the Mighty Solars as the humans look on in shock and amazement by their transformation.

Montez: Damn, I had no idea their transformation would look so cool!

Korvo/Qausarblast: But first, we need to build some type of armory for you guys. Something to protect you from the blood bending. But first, we better contact Parker!

Qausarblast gets out his phone and contacts Parker quickly.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

let me saturate your mind with the message of spirit. let the cards communicate an experience deeper than word of mouth, something you feel, and not hear. something you understand, better than you can force. take a second, breathe, and ask that what you perceive is unwavering. look for the hidden messages tucked between the lines where spirit wishes you to explore, deeper.

everything you hear has meaning, and value. allow yourself to find that meaning, to you, and value it, for it is just for you. It is a gift. say thank you, and find something to be grateful for today. spirituality, and not materially.

feedback is most appreciated

You may be feeling overwhelmed, scared, or even challenged by something in your path. It feels too big to bare. Too strong. Too sturdy of a challenge. Call to the Elk, find these dark pieces of yourself, and release. Know that the problems you perceive are only as bad as you make them to be in your mind. There is a bright side, no matter how faint, there will always be a ray of light.

You are mighty my love, as an Elk. Bare your antlers and understand that there is a gentleness to your little doe eyes. Find the balance. Call to the spirit of Elk.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨

The Eel and The Iris; safety XLII (reversed). Eels are furtive creatures, often burying themselves in murky depths. The idiom “slippery as an eel” refers to eel’s ability to escape from harm.

The Butterfly and The Snowdrop; Hope XLVI. Two symbols of spring, remind us that winter will soon end, and hope is on the horizon. Butterflies develops through metamorphosis, transforming from a and egg into a larva, then becoming a pupa or chrysalis, and finally, hatching into an adult. The egg stage is so humble, and the full-grown butterfly so astounding, the process can feel like magic.

Your insect is butterfly. What do you need in order to feel safe? A period of hardship is coming to a close l, and better days are ahead. Take hear in signs of the coming thaw.

I have miraculously pulled two cards for you, pile 2. Here I see that the butterfly is of extreme importance here. A period of transformation. The Eel is you, and the butterfly is the insect that will guide you.

Some situation has violated you, and has made you recluse into yourself. I see a woman, caressing gently a beautiful blue butterfly. Blue may be of significance. It does not speak, but the fluttering of its wings communicates safety. “Have hope” it says “allow me to guide you through with light and warmth.”

Change can be a beautiful thing. This sudden reclusion can be given beautiful purpose. Take this time and find love within everything that surrounds you. Engulf yourself in people, places, and things that support you. Find trust in your heart that all is well. Understand wounds will scab before they scar. Resist the urge to pick. They will scar, and then they will heal. There is peace in silence and self-acceptance. Accept this situation has violated you, and cause pain to the soul within you. Fall in love with the process, for it is the now.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

The Quail and Gooseberry; anticipation LI. The Quail anticipates danger by hiding among low-growing vegetation. From its obscured perch, it keeps careful watch, monitoring for predators.

Your animal is Quail. How can you balance vigilance with a healthy openness to risk? There has been a thought plaguing your mind. Wether in the back of your head, or persistent like a fruit fly, it is there. An outcome you have expected is to come true. The Quail asks you to release yourself to what you know to be true. Surrender to the knowledge and prepare for the outcome in which you see clearly in your minds eye. Do not jump to conclusions, fore it may be the conclusion to a story you did not know was playing as prevalent a role in your journey as you’d imagined.

All the while, it is there

Do not, however, allow this forewarning to become the plague in which infests your mind. There is no good or bad, only what you chose to do.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

The Eel and The Iris; safety XLII (reversed). Eels are furtive creatures, often burying themselves in murky depths. The idiom “slippery as an eel” refers to eel’s ability to escape from harm.

The Vulture and Asphodel; upheaval XIV. The vulture and indicates an upheaval regard mourning, grief, and regret. The vulture is often associated with death, and in many ways this is relevant: the harsh wounds caused by one can lead to the death of a connection, time, or love shared — but Vultures also play an important role in our ecosystem. Their consumption of Carrion prevents the spread of disease.

Your animals are Vulture and Eel. These two animals wish to bare you love and guidance. A situation has caused grief and heartache for you, dear star. A death, of any kind, is painful. A trauma has occurred recently that has left you wounded. I see someone has hurt you.

Fear not, my beautiful angels, for I have a message. Take care of yourself. It is okay to grieve, mourn, and feel violated. It is okay to just feel, and the vulture asks you to do just that. Grieve, and cleanse your wounds so you may stop this spread of disease. This cycle of hurt.

The Eel asks you to set healthy boundaries. This, although painful, is the chance of immense enlightenment. Wether or not others are accepting of the lines you draw in the sand, the Eel asks you to stand firm in yourself and keep persistent for what you know to be best for you. The Eel and Vulture stand with you, and support you in your healing.

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

The Frog and The Lotus; metamorphosis VI. This card reminds us that change is natural, rebirth is possible, and a healing balance can be achieved. The frog, developing as it does from a tiny tadpole, symbolizes transformation.

The Raccoon and Sycamore; curiosity XXXIII. The Raccoon calls us to explore a thrilling new interest, idea, or opportunity. Raccoons are intelligent creatures, dexterous, and eager. Often likened to bandits due to the mask-like markings around their eyes, they are quite loveable rascals — rarely seeking to cause harm.

Your animals are Raccoon and Frog. The message most clear is that something is ready to die. The auspicious spirit of Raccoon gives you the courage to try the little things you’ve always wanted. Explore, and discover new parts of yourself within these new hobbies you never knew existed.

The frog considers the things that need changing. What can I get rid of for the betterment of my personal change? Old clothes, habits, thoughts, and books? Toss it all out and embrace the new you. You are a butterfly.

What new hobbies or interests do you want to explore, little butterfly?

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱

channeled song — “ moment ” by Victoria Monét

The Ladybug and Sweet Pea; Happiness XXXV. Symbols of good luck and fortune, ladybugs are wonderful insects known to keep garden pets like aphids at bay.

Your insect is LadyBug. The LadyBug wishes to bare you the news of happiness, positivity, and good luck. A great deal of fulfillment from life is on your way, and the LadyBug asks you to share the contentment from which will come into your heart during this time with others.

Do not simply give — there must be balance — but know you are blessed, and there is to be no fear of lack. You are abundant my little star! So shine! And scream from the high heavens in which the love in your heart demands.

It is also coming through that you resemble a lady bug. I’m seeing large eyes. Perhaps some significance in the face here somewhere…you are beautiful. Others view you that way.

mighty beans were the pupae of tech deck dudes

The Ant Story: Part 3

(Part One, Part Two, Part Two Point Five, Part Three)

Another thread in "the ant story" I've worked on from time to time. In this chapter Greta the young queen and her best friend Snap, a very small but capable worker have gotten lost. And they meet a stranger on the road.

Greta and snap were very very far from home. Plants were unfamiliar; the undergrowth more dim. In those shadows tuffets of spongy moss loomed, dark green foothills ringing a mighty mountain: The great, towering oak rose forever, branches lightly touching a golden afternoon sky.

The dusky unfamiliar setting made both the little worker ant, and her princess wary. Greta tried to stand regally. But, when her antennae brushed a drooping sugarcap, she startled and shrank closer to Snap, afraid. Snap looked all around, nervous, open mandibles ready to bite.

So, when an ant, one just like them, came tromping around from the other side of a toadstool, both of the adventurers nearly fled! This strange ant, was also very far from home, for she had a friendly smell. "I think she's from our colony!" Snap exclaimed. "Thank god!" Said Greta. "I hope she knows the way home." Only now did both Snap and Greta notice that the friendly ant was standing very still. It was the stillness of an ant that did not want to be noticed. Greta found this very silly. Was this strange little worker scared of her? Of Snap? Boldly, (and regally) Greta stepped closer. "Hello, friend from our colony!" Said Greta using both her antennae and pheromones to make the greeting polite and crystal clear.

Instead of responding. The strange ant wobbled as if uncertain what to do. Then after an uncomfortably long pause she managed to mumble "HI. ANT FREN." in a sloppy mess of pheromones and jittery movements that would make a callow fresh from the pupae embarrassed. "Maybe she's sick!" murmured Snap. "I don't know." Greta whispered. The strange ant was moving in furtive nervous little jerks, and clearly didn't want to talk, yet, at the same time, could not seem to work up the nerve to pass them on the path and continue on her way.

Greta was about to say something else polite when suddenly the sharp smell of alarm filled the air! DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! Snap had suddenly lunged at this strange and wayward nest mate. Seizing her by the neck! Curling her gaster to spray her with acid!

Had snap gone mad? Greta was so frightened that she couldn't bring herself to flee or to join the attack. Snap had attacked unprovoked! Confused and panicked Greta ran in a little circle torn between the desire to hide, and the desire to help her little friend.

This was not a very effective battle strategy since Greta was very fat and not a particularly swift runner. "What should I do?" she worried, still running in little circles.

Then she realized how silly (and un-regal) this response was. She tried to focus on the two little ants now grappling with each other. Snap was small, but an experienced fighter. She nipped and dodged as the other ant--

The other ANT.

That is when Greta saw it.

The little weirdo they had meet deep in these woods was no ant at all! That was a spider! How diabolical! Greta found her resolve and opened her massive mandibles. She charged, gaining momentum as she ran.

As soon as the mimic spider saw she would need to fight TWO ants, one of them a monstrously huge queen, she wriggled away from Snap and took off swiftly up a hidden line of silk that, as a spider who lived a risky life, she always kept at the ready for these kinds of situations.

Greta was almost disappointed when her mandibles closed on nothing but air, the strange ant-like spider fled.

"An imposter!" shrieked Snap desperate with anger and still wound up from the jagged sour smells of fighting and warning pheromones. "Horrible." Said Greta with a shudder. For now, in hindsight, she could see very clearly all the ways that the little spider was not an ant. Even now, the strange creature was running up the tree on EIGHT not SIX legs. No wonder she could hardly talk! She'd been using her front feet in a poor imitation of antennae! "What do you think she was up to?" Greta asked. "I do not know, ma'am. Spiders who hide among us have many reasons. Some predators, some thieves. I suspect this one was something less ominous as we find ourselves, happily, not dead. She seemed to me to be the kind of spider who hides in our ranks for shelter from the many creatures who might eat her as easily. Not least of all us." Snap explained. "Then she must have been even more scared than we were!" Greta said, astonished. "A life alone is a dangerous one. It's good that we all have each other." Said Snap. Then with some joy she added. "Ma'am you'll find in nature that most everyone wants to be an ant!"

Greta said nothing to this, but instead, since it was getting dark, she found a little spot beneath a piece of fallen bark. And there she and Snap huddled tight and close together through the cold of night.

(Part One, Part Two, Part Two Point Five, Part Three)

Idk A Big Ass Skits Post Or Whatever?????????? Fuckin'- Idkkkk

who cares...ayyyyyyyyy lmaoooooooo. (ft. characters that i might potentially have never mentioned ever in the history of this blog and the rgverse) (ok that addition is outdated as shit)

———

Nameless Passion: I'm too high right now and I can't get out of this goddamn beanbag.

TeraVolt: Lmao.

TeraVolt: What are you on?

TeraVolt: What drugs, I mean.

TeraVolt: I know you're on a beanbag right now.

Nameless Passion: A beanbag.

—

Satellite: IF IT WAS A FICTIONAL MURDER MYSTERY OR SOMETHING-

Satellite: Sobbing, shitting, crawling, turning, opening the door, flying to mars.

Terabyte: ....?!?!?!

Terabyte: DAMN???????

Satellite: Landing, walking, exploring-

Satellite: FOUND A FUCKING ALIEN???????

—

Miaya: [Cursed picture of a plane with a human face on it.]

Amazing Mighty: Don't fucking look at me, you freak of nature.

Amazing Mighty: ...

Amazing Mighty: I'm sorry that's cruel. He never asked to be built.

—

Mantis, talking about Pupa: I need him.

Lucas: Carnally or just in general?

—

Ad Astra, talking to Moonlight: GOOD MORNING DARLING!

Ad Astra: LOOK AT THAT! ANOTHER BLESSED DAY I GET TO TALK TO YOU!

Ad Astra: MY FAVORITE PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!

—

"I will sit with you on the floor and hold your hand to warm you from the inside. I won't let your soul collapse."

— Logos, to Abstruse while he's having a fucking breakdown.

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"Fuck your voice melts my heart."

— Pupa, to both Aleph and Mantis, probably.

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Dynikitos: BUT AMEKAGURA I CARE ABOUT HIM!

Dynikitos, pointing towards Unknown Levels: THE MACHINE!

Dynikitos: I CAN FIX HIM!

Dynikitos: NO REALLY I CAN-

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Primeval: Touch it!

Technicolour: Touch it!!

TeraVolt: Touch it!!!

Raven, sighing: Seems like I don't have any other options.

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Trojan: Damn bro you a virgin?

Tempo: ...No.

Trojan: Wanna change that?

Tempo: ...

Tempo: What???

—

Pamolia: Started seeing someone.

Pupa: ...As in dating or hallucinations.

—

Destonio: Well alright then. I'll be leaving for the day.

Destonio: ...Love you.

Technicolour: Aw, love you too.

Destonio: Good night then.

Technicolour: Good night!

Technicolour: Rest in peace.

Destonio: ...

Destonio: Please don't say that to anybody.

Technicolour: Oh. Okay.

—

Hikaru: What time is it, Arta?

Arta: Oh, it's :3.

Hikaru: ?????!!!!!!!!!

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Pupa, talking about Mantis: That man deserves his own trigger warning.

Pupa: I hate him.

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Lumine: Well? Are you girl pretty or boy pretty?

Destonio, laughing, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear: I have a bomb that's gonna go off in three seconds.

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"🙄😒😒"

— Arghena, texting Abstruse

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(It's about to be Christmas for this one)

Abstruse: It's the season of giving!

Abstruse: So I'm giving up.

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"Tell me where it hurts."

— Arghena, in an intimidating tone

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Pupa: Well then, Pamolia, this is the very beginning of your legendary conversation with...

Pupa, gesturing to a bed: Bed.

Pamolia: Huh.

—

um

in the solemnity of courage

It was a time where everyone desired a leaf. A golden leaf was adored by millions and I came to think, "Where could this be coming from?"

Where are the supple trunks, enduring branches? So I can take a look at its form, its grace, and the understanding of it all.

Did they observed it too during the harsh winter? During the first snow? During the summer? During the spring? In the slow turn of the autumn? Is it all the same?

I have dared, like a solitary young man desirous of knowledge and understanding, eager to use it for many beautiful and good things as he traveled this world. Guess that in his journey, he was thrown guilt and doubt, because the other great men, no less than he is, only endeavoured to distinguish the graces and subtleties of a single leaf.

But; a tree is too common. A tree is what passerbys see. It is no more than a tree, and many a great men knew that all thorough knowledge has been gotten out of the tree.

I trudge the road previously taken by all great men. Strangely, I thought, I was taking a path least traveled like a brave soldier with a pride and solemnity of courage soaring from the heart.

And so, the dawn came, and alighted the features of the tree, in all its gracious detail, evident of its strength despite the constant cycle of changes. I saw the leaves, the same single leaves adored by my fellow illuminated men.

I saw the fallen leaves, I saw the leaves eaten by the caterpillars, I saw the pupas hanging, a butterfly being reborn like the life itself in every new morning... When the night falls, it became a resting place for some animals, and the branch which brought the leaves, the healthy roots...

The leaf is not only amazing by itself, but I understood how it can be used for many a thing, and how it is connected to the branches, fat and thin, and ultimately, like the constant, double-edged sword, the roots with its whole strength attached to the soil.

A single thought came after: Not only was it a golden leaf but also a leaf attached to the thinnest branch, to the parent branches, to the mighty old trunk, and to the deepest roots from the potent soil.

Can you give me some fun Beedrill stories or facts? Love Beedrills!

So we got a wonderful call about a year ago, some reports of a perpetual hum coming from an abandoned home in johto. Bugsy was pretty busy being a gym leader as per, so we went over instead to investigate. It’s not usually our job but there was low footfall at the lab and not a lot happening, plus I love a good snoop into a mystery when I get time. We turned up to this overgrown yard, the home itself empty for many years apparently, it’s windows boarded up, you could see mail stuffed in the letterbox but aged by time, flyers for food delivery and the likes. I went with professor Grey, as this could have needed backup.

Approaching the building you could indeed hear buzzing, the air was heavy with a sucrose smell, no Pokemon would go near it, even Val, my trusted partner, needed coaxing to get near, and she was the only one who didn’t instantly return to her pokeball when free and near the house. We received the key from the town officials, and donned overalls to enter, expecting an empty building, but the front door gave surprising resistance when we tried to enter. The door finally unstuck with a mighty pull, we came face to face with a wall of honeycomb, you could fit your whole head in one hexagonal segment, it was mammoth in size!

The little pupa within the comb maze were very young weedle, undeveloped, whiter in colour with their eyes tightly shut still. It was very apparent we had entered a beedrill hive. The hum at the point of entering had vanished, rather eerily. We would have had to damage the nest to go further inside so we left it, peering in whatever gaps in the boarded up windows we could get to. There must have been 500 strong beedrill crammed inside, we observed for a whole week, and finally with a periscope like device, we got a good look into a vent, down into the basement of the building, revealing a queen beedrill, something of a local legend, often hidden, larger than all the others, with her loyal subjects helping her feed and produce more offspring.

The house had to stay empty until they moved on. We worked with a whole herd of grass Pokemon from the island who were able to use sweet scent to such a huge degrgree, it lured the queen out, and we were able to move her to a more secure and safe location, her colony following close behind, carrying their young as they left. The honey was collected up and around half of it was returned to the colony. The rest got bottled and sold, the proceeds going to local charities and organisations to help folks get use to bug types. We figured it was the most fitting use.

Yeah they’re super neat, and more often than not, beedrill won’t make hives like this, not unless a rare and often very aggressive larger queen appears of course. In our case she was non-hostile and left us well alone, and no one got hurt, it was just a real treat to see such an impressive huge hive up close! Can you imagine the candles we could make from that much wax?! It was pretty amazing an experience.

Honestly they’re usually a reasonably sweet Pokemon if you know how to handle them, and if you don’t threaten their food or young, show fear, or run, they tend to leave you well alone.

Metamorphosis/Becoming Butterflies

overwhelmed; who isn't...

the world we believed we knew

has passed, it's over, no longer exists;

metamorphosis of a chrysalis

the butterfly has left its coccon

stronger from it's struggles

freer from its fight for flight

quest to fly into the truth of sunlight;

free from historical lies and darkness

are we not all, a contradictory mess,

mix and match of acquired biases

judgements, prejudices, stereotypes

based upon lessons and environment

observations and luck of life's draw;

yet are we not all larve...

awkward, unbecoming, developing,

immature pupa preparing...

on our way to becoming butterflies

diverse, splendid beings

complete with mighty, multicolored wings

everyone one of us given life

that we might fly,

take flight...

claim our glorious place

upon great stages in the sky,

notable, celebrated, honored

for the very things...

from which, we build our wings;

nothing more miraculous,

spectacular as metamorphosis

emergence of a new kind of beauty

butterflies reimagined in every eye

©️ @followcb ☆ June 16, 2020

BUSAN (7-30 & 7-31-2011) - As you can no doubt discern from the photos above, there was much joy and celebration because the Giants pulled out a comeback win! Party time in the stands and a happy crowd upon exiting. So happy, in fact- at least in the case of Linda and me in particular- that team gear had to be purchased on the way out. We spent some time lingering in one of the interior retail shops on the ground floor on our way out and each grabbed a jersey for our wardrobe. I went with a fancy replica individual named and numbered of 강민호 (Kang, Min-ho), the team stalwart. It looks a lot like a San Francisco Giants jersey from the front- same colors, similar script, but then there’s Hangeul on the back! Linda grabbed a colorful blue (of course) alternate shirt. As newly-minted and dedicated fans of the Giants after an exciting win, we felt the urge to continue the fun. As hinted before, the district surrounding the ballpark has- much like with any pro sports team’s stadium in an urban area- a decent collection of places to hang out postgame. We took our time strolling around and finally chose a pretty standard looking sports/dive/Korean-style bar on the main strip. Maybe it was the euphoria of victory, the effects of beer-drinking, the excitement of new discovery, but we somehow convinced ourselves it was finally time to try the street snack/drinking food 번데기 (beondegi). It’s popular with kids as a cheap eat, and not unpopular as something to be washed down with beer. But they are literally pupae, post-larval whole silkworm insects. And at least when they are roasted in big pans at street stalls, there’s a bit of a weird smell in the air. They don’t look great. You can tell from looking at them that the texture will be unappealing. But it was our time. It sure helped that they were complimentary at this bar, served alongside some grapes and edamame. We both ended up eating a few to truly and honestly assess the experience. They were ok. Not interested in having them again until the Earth becomes so unlivable that bugs will be our only source of animal protein, by which time I will hopefully be dead. The next day was a splendid-looking Sunday and we were happily able to achieve our second objective for the weekend: the beach! Since the real estate is precious (not a lot of sandy beaches in the city and a highly populated and dense one at that), you get to pay for chairs and a tent unless you want to lie on a small strip of sand in between the mass of beach chairs and the water. It’s not too expensive though- just find a beach guy and they’ll get you set up right away! It’s quite a departure from the serene, private Lake Michigan beaches I was always used to- the commercialization is just off the rocker, and the way in which people spread out in their little areas and the amount of trash they generate is a little depressing, but it does seem that the system mostly takes care of itself. As we are wont to do at a beach, we read our books, snacked, swam, people-watched, etc. A+ for the Busan weekend adventure.

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Hey, why aren’t you moving anymore? C’mon, you caused the ground to shake few days ago............

Warm hands strokes the very quiet Pupitar that was resting on a pile of sand close to the place where the Wallace Cup would happen, hoping that any kind of touch would reanimate the pupa, that after presenting signs of life a few days ago, seemed to return to its dull, almost lifeless self. If it weren’t for the faint heartbeat he felt, Grimsley would have assumed that the Pokémon was dead a long time ago, right after All Hallows. Though recently, that heartbeat had ceased.

He is no expert in Pokémon whose middle evolution is a cocoon, but that just wasn’t normal at all. He had a bad feeling in his gut that told him that the Pupitar was having trouble, and he honestly had no idea what to do anymore, because he tried everything he could think of. The bed of hot sand was his last resort.

After giving a deep, defeated sigh, Grimsley put the lifeless Pupitar on his lap, and held it tightly before sobbing quietly. He didn’t even care if his tears were staining the Rock type, afterall, the Pokémon is probably dead, it’s useless to mind something like that. He will pick the prettiest box he can find to fit the dead Pokémon, and give him a proper fu-

..........

All of a sudden, a tremor was felt, and it came from the Pupitar. As seconds went by, the tremor would get more intense, to the point where Grimsley had to drop him and back off, because it was starting to cause a minor earthquake! The pupa’s body started to expand and desintegrate as the earthquake became almost too dangerous to be around, and suddenly....

IT EXPLODED!

From what was left of the Pupitar, a large, armored beast rose. Much like a Phoenix, the creature was born from its own remains. It shook its powerful body, and let out a mighty and deafening roar! 

Grimsley was dumbfounded. His ears were ringing from the explosion and the cry, and it took him a while to process what just happened. His Pupitar......he was alive! And it evolved, after long months of wait! It is now a big and powerful Pokémon!!!

Once he stopped roaring, the Tyranitar gazed around, looking confused, until his eyes met with Grimsley, and he promptly ran towards his dad, stopping right before him so he wouldn’t crush Grimsley, and proceeded to nuzzle the dark elite.

........Welcome back, Boris.

CONGRATULATIONS! YOUR PUPITAR HAS EVOLVED INTO TYRANITAR! 

where can i find ur ant cthulu post i saw it on imgur and i wanna reblog it thank

This is the BEST questionanswer A: to to my tumblr and search “cthulhu”Anser B: Here’s everything I’ve written about it so far…Firstly, um, I had just had to leave my dog in a better home than I could give him while I was homeless living in a tent… that’s my only excuse. AnywaySecondly, In the interest of crediting folks, I was inspired to write the last installment by littlesons, who said, oh I can’t find it rn but they were very nice and said something like they loved it and wanted to know how it ended.I wrote the first of three installments in response to probablybadrpgideas and 20thcenturyvole  who posted, respectively “if Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.”and“Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.“_______________________________________________________________________That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name.And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor.And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?”and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever.And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done” …._____________________________________________________________________Meanwhile another colony of ants invades your house, and evidently that last ant has gotten some of them to join her in a circle and taught them the ritual because you’re coming out of the bathroom one day and you hear the ants singing your name. Sure enough it’s that ant, but she’s dark and fucked up now, and she’s like, “kill the queen. I will rule this colony” and you’re like, sure, I guess I kinda owe her, and you do it. And she manages to become queen, and they worship you. Which is cool, you’re not, you know, very important in the human world, but to these ants you’re practically all-powerful. You can’t be just, doing everything a bunch of ants tell you to, though, when would you watch netflx? So you tend to only show up for super important ants; you teach them some extra words and when hear them you go see what’s up. Usually. Also just to your name, if you’re bored. And, sometimes some of the ants are like, tell us more human names, and you’re kind of jealous of the idea of some other human diluting your private godhood, so you refuse. Your roommate Greg is like, yo, that’s fucking awesome, I want ant worshipers! But whenever he approaches any, they run away, because it turns out that the illusion of control from the named summoning is what makes them feel safe around you. That’s great, because Greg is a dick who never does the dishes, and one day you decide to teach Greg a lesson.So you show up at the colony, and you’re like, “yo, witch queen, did you think there would be no price for all these things? Your colony must do something for me, go to the Room of the Housemate, I will meet you there.” And you go sit on the couch and play Overwatch for a while. You’re like, right there, you can clearly see the ants all marching along the wall to Greg’s room, but to them you’re not even there, you’re so far away they can’t see you. It takes them, like, an ant week to make the journey. They have to figure out ways to get over and around things. Some of them drown, or get stepped on by the dog, or whatever. You win a game, you lose a game, you look over, and they’re trying to get through some cobwebs… looks like they’re mostly going to live, you keep playing, you look over, okay they’re all in there, and you stand up and walk over and by the time they’ve chanted your name once, you’re there. “right, hold on” and you look around and you see a twelve-pack of Greg’s precious fucking soda, that he keeps in his room and refuses to ever share, even though it’s a communal food household and you share your hot chocolate with him all the time. So you gather the ants unto you, and you poke a little hole in each of the sodas and you leave the room to the sound of the ants rejoicing. Greg will suspect of course, but he’ll never be able to prove the ants didn’t chew holes in the plastic and steal his stupid drinks. But later, while you’re at work, Greg destroys most of the colony in a rage, and you come home to find the witch queen gasping her last “the Dew of the Mountain, which you had us steal, was cursed - and so I lay my curse on you” and then she dies.Well first of all, you don’t really believe in curses, but last month you didn’t believe ants could know your name, so that’s unsettling. And second of all, you feel kind of bad. You know, not SUPER bad, cause she’s like, an ant. But still. And most importantly, third of all, Greg must pay.But Greg has done more than kill a bunch of the colony. As you wait for eggs and pupae to replenish the ant population, you discover he has found some ants that didn’t go on the Mountain Dew raid, and he’s spared them, told them his name, and made himself a good sized cult in YOUR fucking ant queendom.Greg has started locking his door. So now you NEED the ants. Once again you direct the ants loyal to you to journey to Greg’s room. You meet them at the door. A locked door means nothing to the ants, they don’t even know there is a door, and can barely perceive the difference between it being open and shut - either passing the threshold on the floor regardless, or being on its surface no matter the position. But you need them to get inside. You’re going to put itching powder in his underwear drawer and leave a raw fish under his bed. So you instruct the leading party of ants how to go into the Cave of Keyhole, and position the Magic Megaliths inside just right to enable the opening of the Great Door and allow you to pass into the Realm of Housemate.Crouched by the door, you can hear when your ants are met by a party of Greg Cultists, who insist that if the Great Door is opened, the colony will be doomed. There is fighting. Your ants prevail, the lock tumblers are moved into place, and you swing the door open…To find Greg! In his room all along! It’s a trap! His cultists attack you! I mean, they can’t do much real harm, but it kind of hurts and it’s super annoying. You order your ants to attack him, and they do, but he storms over and pours bleach down the colony entrance.Now you and Greg are at war, and you both understand the unspoken rules to your fight. You can’t do things directly to each other, why, that would be assault. But anything you can get your ants to do is fine, because “she told the ants to do it to me” isn’t going to get very far with any authority figures that get involved. Later, nursing your anger, you confer with your few remaining ants and stare moodily at your new prize, the ant farm that came in the mail. Bullet ants don’t usually get along with sugar ants, but you’re betting they will if a god tells them to. Meanwhile, you’ve got a laptop schematic to go over with your high priestess. It’s finals week, and if you time it right, he’ll lose everything.…You look down into the summoning ritual. The current high priestess, Zé, is an ant of great influence and personality - you quite like her, inso far as a human can be friends with an ant that worships them. You thought the new queen would become the next high priestess, but according to Zé the queens don’t like to come out of the colony after they shed their wings. Plus they are very busy laying eggs and supervising the care of their ant larvae. Zé says it’s a better deal for you, this way your high priestess can have the time and energy to really serve your interests, and wield an authority among the colony that is purely yours - no conflict of interest, and no baby making duties. It’s really just what’s best for both you and the colony queen to have her as high priestess, she informs you, making you laugh at her flattery-wrapped ambition.There’s no laughing this evening though. It’s serious business on the docket tonight.“O wise and ancient entity of power, you grace us with your presence!” and for formality’s sake, she intones the additional ritual greeting from their holy books “You Look Fantastic, Have You Done Something New With Your Hair?” Ants don’t really understand hair. You respond as you have become accustomed “Thank You, Yes.” It’s just easier. They mean well.Mystic greeting complete, Zé and the rest of the dark clergy move straight to business. Several 10s of them line up in formation, creating a diagram of the apartment complex. You had to coach them into how to make it, as far as they are concerned it’s a complex sigil that conveys knowledge to you - for creatures that traverse the building in long journeys along the pipes in the walls and in the spaces between the lower ceiling and upper floor, it looks nothing like the apartment complex as they know it. Zé claims to understand it, but secretly you suspect she’s just mostly cementing her authority among the clergy. She has, usefully, memorized which parts of the sigil correspond with what parts of the building, and that’s good enough for your purposes.“O mighty being, we have done as instructed. Our scouts had to search wide for them, but we have left the corpses of many termites in all the locations you specified, every night this week.“Very good,” you assure them, “and the Greggorites?”“Our spies among them have learned of their next attack. We should be able to influence their timing somewhat.”“Good. And..” your eyes narrow, “the other thing?”“Ah, yes.” Zé’s antennae wave and dip in that way you know means she is uncomfortable. “to the best of our ability to find out, the… Antifreeze initiative was entirely conceived of by the Demon Lord Greg.”“Just Greg,” you tell Zé with bitter hatred as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. “Greg is not a lord, just a fucking prick who’s going to get what’s coming to him. I swear by all of creation he will.”“Is there…” Zé trailed off and tried again. “O Deity of my heart, far be it from me to question Your Exaltedness, but help your poor servant to understand… your plans have become, they seem perhaps, I am sure I am wrong, they seem, overly audacious? Your recent change in demeanor has made some, not me!”she interjects hastily, “but some of the less devout among my sistren, have become concerned…”Your fists clench. “I don’t expect you to get it. I’m pretty certain none of you could possibly understand.” Your voice breaks. You clench your teeth. You won’t, you won’t cry in front of your ant worshipers. You lean down and say in the strangled half whisper that is the only way you can force the words past the lump in your throat, “He killed my dog, Zé…”The ants flee the sound of your terrible wailing.The great Finals Erasure had worked to more devastating effect than you had anticipated, and things had… escalated. Then Greg proved himself to be less human that the ants that had turned out to be such surprising little beings. You strongly suspected, of course. Now you are sure: the orders for the heinous act came from him. And so, there are things that have to be done. You call the ants back out of hiding, and get to work.In the end, it was easier than you thought it would be. You talk to all the neighbors, without Greg. You hide the relevant pieces of mail. You have the scuba gear and the stuff from the sex shop shipped to a friend’s house. You ensure your spies among the Greggorites have escape plans, though Zé assures you they are ready to sacrifice themselves to the cause.“I’m not that kind of Deity,” you tell her.The night before, your ants slip a double dose of tylenol p.m. into Greg’s milkshake. You almost laugh; all your efforts to make sure there is only soup to make for dinner, and he comes home with Burger King.He sleeps so soundly that he never comes close to waking the whole time you are attaching the padded bondage equipment to his limbs and hiding with him in the closet. The walk through by the company inspectors that morning is a tense moment, but as you suspect, they don’t open the closets. After they leave to do their work outside, you finish your work inside, tying Greg to his bed. By the time he starts to wake up, you are sitting in a chair in the doorway to his bedroom, with your mask on. The air is beginning to thicken and discolor. Greg coughs around his ball gag and opens his eyes. You feel curiously calm and empty.“Hi, Greg.” Your voice is muffled, “You like my dive mask?”Greg makes an angry questioning noise, spread eagled to the full extension of his limbs. “Oh, yeah, that must be uncomfortable. Can’t give you enough slack to jerk against the ropes, though, or you might leave tell-tale bruises through the padding.” More angry noises, coughing.“Hhhmm? Oh, did I forget to tell you? It’s termite day, Greg, they’ve tented the house. That’s Sulfuryl Fluoride you’re breathing. You’ll cough for a bit, you’ll throw up, and your heart will stop.” He’s thrashing around as much as the ropes will allow, which isn’t a lot. He’s pretty energetic about it, though; maybe he can’t hear you over his efforts.“You shouldn’t have meddled around with godhood, it didn’t suit you. Power compromised your judgement. You definitely shouldn’t have fucking killed my dog, Greg”You’re suddenly filled with rage. You need to know he hears you. You stride over to the bed and grab him by the throat. Not too hard, you try to remember through your anger, no bruises. The grip is enough to make Greg stop thrashing and look at you with wide wide eyes. “YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE FUCKING KILLED NAYA YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! WHY? WHY? HOW COULD YOU!? SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU!” Just as suddenly, your anger is gone. You feel tired. You look down at him and shake your head.”Time to die, Greg.” You cross the room and sit back down in your chair in the doorway.Watching him die isn’t easy, but it’s not as hard as watching Naya suffer through acute kidney failure. Afterwards, you take off all the bondage gear, throw it in a duffel bag. You leave through the back, rolling out from under the fumigation tent against the back fence, and packing the scuba gear into the duffel before you climb into the neighbors yard.A month later, you’re moving from town to town. The colony has become so large you’re going to need a bigger truck full of clay for them to live in. Maybe an old Uhaul.The ants bring you a newspaper. They bring you everything now, food, money, information. Word of how you value the life of each individual ant has spread through the colony, and reports brought back from the apartment by scouts confirming your status as a godslayer has …elevated… their worship of you. You open the newspaper to find Greg’s death has made the papers. No suspicion of foul play despite the exterminator company lawyers insisting on an autopsy. Tylenol p.m. in his system accounted for his presence in the building, it was decided, and the failure of the inspectors to notice Greg in bed during their walk through was settled out of court, paid off by their insurance. The ants bring you a conga line of grapes, peeling them for you while you stare off into space. You’re going to have to teach them how to disable cameras - the leaked security footage of hundred dollar bills slipping themselves out under the bank doors has caused a bit of a stir on some parts of the internet… you eat another grape, and count your money. As usual you put half of it in an envelope, uncapping a sharpie to write “From Naya” on it.The ants will slip it under the door of the local animal shelter for you tonight.END

Solar Opposites/Mighty Solars/Ultra Opposites/Solar Opposites: Unleashed/Solar Monsters Collage: Pupa

Happy birthday to original Boomsound the Mighty Diamond 💎! More life and blessings pupa 🙏🏿!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CAsfWocqKD4/?igshid=xmlq8oul5hsj

I Genuinely Do Not Know What To Title This. Technio, I Guess.

THEY MAKE ME SICK.........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Destonio? You're...still here?"

Technicolour didn't know what he had expected prior to this. Maybe while he was downstairs chatting with Primeval, Pamolia, and Pupa, Destonio left like how he told Technicolour beforehand. They even said their goodbyes and all of that.

So why is the God in question still in the painter's room? Sitting on his bed, too...

"Oh, you're done talking with the three annoying people?" Destonio asked, and that somewhat annoyed Technicolour. "Hey." He replied, which earned a chuckle from Destonio. "Alright, I'm just joking. But I didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"I'm only here to get something I forgot to bring downstairs with me earlier. I won't be here for too long." Technicolour answered, walking around his room, probably trying to find the thing he's looking for. "Oh, you mean this?" Destonio asked, before waving a stack of cards up in the air.

"Oh! Yes, that." Technicolour replied, a smile forming on his lips as he walked towards Destonio. "Thanks, Desto—" Before he could reach to grab the cards, however, the God pulled back his hand, making the cards a little bit out of reach for Technicolour. "Wh- Hey!"

Technicolour desperately tried to snatch the stack of cards from Destonio's grasp, but then it escalated to the painter chasing the God around the room. "Give it back!" He shouted, extending his hand far out so he can at least grab the cards. But Destonio is somewhat faster than him. "Nah! I'd rather no-"

In a blink of an eye, Destonio somehow tripped and then fell on Technicolour's bed. It was inevitable at this rate. "Aha! Caught you now!" Technicolour exclaimed, before hopping on the bed and tackling Destonio, who was clearly about to get up and run out of the room.

"Ack- fuck off..." The God protested, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the fact that Techni literally has his arms wrapped around Destonio now. "Haha, no. Give those cards to me." Technicolour ordered, but even then, Destonio still seemed to refuse to give him the stack of cards.

"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?" Technicolour then asked, holding in his laughter as he speaks. "Maybe. Fuck around and find out." Destonio replied. "...I'd rather not do that to you." The painter then said, which immediately caught Destonio off-guard.

"...I didn't meant that, you dumbfuck." He told the other man. "O-oh. Aha. Y-yeah, I should've known." Technicolour replied, before sighing, enjoying the moment a little bit.

...

"...How long are you planning to trap me here? In your arms? In your idiotic presence?" Destonio suddenly asked, breaking the little bit of silence that the two had. "Huh? Oh, right, sorry." Technicolour said, before getting up to a sitting position. Now he's the one who's embarrassed.

"It's fine, I guess. Here's your stupid cards. Go have fun playing with the three annoying people." Destonio said, offering the stack of cards that he took earlier to the other man. He sounded...really annoyed, for whatever reason.

"...If you wanna, you can join us. We don't mind if you stay longer, anyways." Technicolour told him, smiling at him as he took the cards. "Honestly, I can't stay for too long. Amazing Mighty would kick my ass if he found out I'm not in the Realm of the Almighty, doing my stupid fucking job as always." Destonio replied, before groaning.

"Relax, a little bit. Worry about that later. C'mon, join us." Technicolour begged, wrapping his arms around Destonio's neck. The look in his eyes is comforting to the God, to say the least. Destonio would never admit that, though.

After a few more seconds of contemplating silence, Destonio sighed in defeat. "Fine. But only for one round." Technicolour's smile grew wider at that. "Great! Let's go now." He then took Destonio's hand and dragged him downstairs.

Only for one round? That was a lie that Destonio didn't know was going to be a lie. He stayed for multiple rounds actually. Needless to say, Pupa is enraged by the God's presence.

>KUANFU: Bother Alexar.

After Kuanfu starts bragging about sleeping with Kyviar, one of Alexar's terrifying exes - and matesprit at that time - in the public chat, Alexar gets curious and tries to ask Kua his name and age. Kua responds by lying, requesting the same - and taking it to PMs when Alexar won't give him the answers he wants.

-- ayeayeCaptain [AC] is now messaging grantonCleaver [GC]! --

AC: haha, holy shit, what a name. GC: {uh} AC: i was totally going to make a joke, but you know what, dude? no. no, that's pretty cool. AC: good on you. bloodthirsty.. but adorable. adorabloodthirsty? man, my name feels totally lame, now. AC: but wait, shit, let's stay on topic. AC: how are you? GC: {uh} GC: {im fine} GC: {just you know} GC: {chillin} GC: {uh how about you} AC: awww, dude. am i making you nervous? because that is, like, totally not my intentions here. i am sorry. AC: i am currently raiding a boat! i should be doing paperwork while i am stuck down here, but. well. AC: there's nothing like the wind in your hair and blood on your deck, right? GC: {dude i dont think i know your name beyond kua and weve had like one conversation} GC: {i dont know why youre messaging me right now} AC: huh, the uh's cleared up pretty quick. AC: and i am pretty sure we have had way more than one conversation, dude. AC: isn't that why you were asking my name? GC: {pretty sure we havent} GC: {and i was just curious} AC: dude, you are so rude. like, on every level. and i know i should not take it personally, but at the same time, i am kind of hurt, considering i have been nothing but really friendly and helpful. AC: what flarp group are you part of?(edited) GC: {uh i dont remember its been ages and we changed captains and names a ton} GC: {i think once we were something like the raging boars once or something or other} GC: {yknow just flarp stuff} GC: {why} AC: because kyviar was kind of a huge fucking monster, so it's sort of weird anyone was hanging around discussing her schticks. AC: or did you all just, like, have a thing for genocidal mutants?(edited) GC: {well i mean you sort of answered your own question} GC: {she was a huge fucking monster who was a genocidal mutant} GC: {so you tell me how that didnt get the fuck around} AC: i gotta say, i never sat around talking about what the leviathan's get are up to, with their giant murder snake. everyone's always just been like "oh, shit, it's a giant snake and their horrible owner!" AC: not, like, "oh, damn, let's discuss the means of their murdering everything they can put their pink hands on!" AC: but don't get me wrong, that's a cool hobby. AC: what all did you hear about her? GC: {uh well} GC: {first of all i dont really see why youre asking me about all of this like i was just a shitty pirate flarper okay like i did that for a few sweeps and then ducked out and now i work in a bakery} GC: {second of all well i mean i heard a bunch} GC: {heard she was a mutant and wasnt afraid of it and usually tried to get people to kill her i heard she slaughtered nearly every town she went through unless they could pay up money} GC: {heard she liked to paint things black to match her blood and set shit on fire} GC: {you know the basics} AC: i don't know, dude. why'd you ask me my age and name, then refuse to give yours? AC: it makes people curious! GC: {because i was trying to remember if she had any allies or anything and that was what like} GC: {ages ago or something right} AC: and oh jeez, that's a lot. holy shit, you're a big fan. probably for the best you never met her, she'd have been so mad. GC: {at least three sweeps before she disappeared off the waters} GC: {didnt she get killed or something} GC: {its a bit murky} AC: haha, where'd you hear that? GC: {rumors} AC: nah, dude, she's totally still tooling around in space, like everyone our age. and she totally had allies! loads and loads of them. AC: but i guess that didn't get put down on your creepy fansites, right? GC: GC: {seriously?} AC: uhhh. AC: i said like three things there, dude. GC: {shes still fucking alive?} AC: haha, why do you care? GC: {shes a blackblooded mutant who got her kicks off of pirating and killing people the fact that shes still kicking it is baffling}(edited) AC: half of us got our kicks off of pirating and killing people, i just don't think that's very outstanding. GC: {you know what i mean} AC: you know what, i totally don't. AC: could you explain? GC: {wow okay fine} GC: {let me bold it} GC: {blackblooded mutant} GC: {still alive} GC: {kicking it} AC: because just between the two of us, i have to admit, i kind of am sur AC: oh shit, hold on, someone gave this pupa a gun and that's just unnecessary. GC: {haha what} AC: there we go! AC: sorry, we are back from these brief technical difficulties. AC: and it's not that weird, dude, she shouldn't have even got out of the caverns. GC: {did you just cull the shit out of a pupa while talking to me} AC: but tell you what! since you are such a fan, and you are so flabbergasted, i will AC: AC: what the fuck, no. AC: why would you even ask that? GC: {i am currently raiding a boat! there's nothing like the wind in your hair and blood on your deck, right? } AC: what sort of an asshole kills pupas? GC: {kyviar did and didnt you bang her} AC: no, i put him in the hold, and someone will put his lusus in there with him when they find it. jeez. AC: what i was going to say, before you hopped on that awful train of thought, was: AC: tell you what, i bet i could totally get you her autograph for your weird planetary fanclub, if you want. GC: {uh} GC: {sure why not} AC: great! who should she sign it to? GC: {just do gc that works well enough} AC: yeah, no, i am not going to go up to her and be like hey, please don't shoot me, i have a great idea! why don't you sign this photo and put it to gc? AC: i definitely am not going to smudge out a line and make it ac, so i can keep it on my mantle like a creep. AC: that is just something i would never do. GC: {fuck fine okay} GC: {put down something like idk} GC: {ronado} AC: you want an autograph from her to.. a fake name. AC: okay, wow, you are just steadily making this weirder. GC:{oh yeah sure im making this weird!} AC: i did not think that was possible, but that's okay. you've achieved it. good job, i think, except imagine I am totally saying that in the most concerned way possible. AC: jeez, dude, can't you even let me fujoshi transcribing before you're interrupting? GC: AC: finish. GC: {fu} GC: {fujoshi} GC: {okay so now youre the one making it weird here} AC: look, it gets ahead of itself, sometimes. GC: {you just took it into weird territory} AC: why do you even know what that word means? GC: {should i be getting an ash in here to help moderate things i feel like im being poorly pitchflirted with now} AC: i don't know what it means. AC: also, ew. i am sixteen, thanks. GC: {yeah so youre only sixteen} AC: only sixteen? AC: well, shit, how old are your usual pitchflirts? GC: {uh like ten and up usually} GC: {i dont date pupas} AC: haha, wow, i thought you were a pupa, dude. AC: are you saying you are not actually eight? GC: {no im not eight thank you very much} AC: so you are older than ten. AC: but younger than sixteen? GC: {why do i feel like im getting interrogated here} GC: {quit it!} GC: {why are you so interested in me!} AC: well, you accused me of terrible pitchflirting, dude. if that's the case, i can actually pitchflirt, and defend my pitchy honor, but i will feel morally questionable if you're under eleven.(edited) AC: that is just my own personal standards. GC: {take your pitchflirting elsewhere} GC: {im good in my quads} GC: {thank you im flattered youre interested} GC: {hit me up in like a sweep or two maybe ill have a free quad then idk idek} AC: haha, okay, you're making this weird again. GC: {you made it weird} AC: but i am starting to think that's your specialty, so that's okay. AC: you accused me of pitchflirting, man. badly. AC: all i am doing is asking questions about someone who is a creepy fan of someone that i knew, and attempting to further the fun social connection we have built. AC: after all, you have my name, my age, my creepy pirate pal's name, and my hobbies, i just thought it would be nice to know something about you, too. GC: {ok how about this we just kind of take all of this weird pitchflirty goodness and shove it into a box and close up the box and duct tape it shut and i dont know} AC: doubledots sad underscore face doubledots GC: {throw it into an industrial blender and move on} GC: GC: {what} GC: {double dots} AC: holy shit, how can i pitchflirt with you over the internet? i am not even fucking with you, i am genuinely curious. GC: { :_(: ?} GC: {oh wait} AC: like, i don't know what you look like. you could be hideous. GC: { :sad_face: }(edited) AC: no, you know - AC: yes! GC: {it doesnt fucking work} AC: yes, so why do you keep assuming it? GC: { :cry: } GC: {is that what youre trying to make} GC: {because its : cry :} AC: i don't want it crying. you do not, sadly, invoke that much emotion. GC: {also what did i just fucking say} AC: i want it frowning. GC: {put the weird pitchflirting in the box and sacrifice it to the blender} GC: {no if ands or buts} AC: AC: AC: i am not AC: AC: i am genuinely just very thrown right now! i don't even know what to say! like, honestly, i am supposed to be checking the last areas, but instead, i am standing here, one hand on my mouth, kind of just marvelling at the sheer levels of what the fuck i am feeling right now. GC: {what did i just fucking say} AC: i am not pitchflirting, holy shit. AC: what do i have to do to convince you this is entirely platonic overtures of friendship and camadery? GC: {stop being weird at me} AC: okay, fine. AC: are you going to continue hiding your name like a huge weird coward? GC: {whats yours} AC: mighty. GC: {ronado} AC: dude, you flat out admitted that is not your name. GC: {dont fucking diss my name} AC: so now we have moved onto weirdo coward who can't lie. GC: {what the fuck} AC: that is cool, i will totally just ask someone else. i'm sure someone in here knows it, right? GC: {ill go asking around too why dont i} AC: yes, sure, go ask aa. i have been pretty consistent with the mighty thing. given, you know, it is my name. AC: it's funny how not lying works.

Kuanfu does, in fact, go to ask someone else - Merrem, over in #highbloods.

AC: hey, what's gc's name? AC: if you don't know who that is, he is one of the greens.(edited) CC: who. AC: iunno, he's one of the jades! hackon cleaver. AC: wait, no, it has a g. AC: grafting cleaner? AC: grafting.. cleaver. AC: there we go, that sounds right. CC: ...huh. CC: no fucking idea who that is. CC: let me go and back read that for you. CC: aint like ive got a thing to do thats better. CC: ...why you wanna know? AC: see, this is why you are my favourite person in this chat, as of this exact moment, right now. AC: he keeps asking me questions and then, like, refusing to answer mine? it's really rude. AC: and weird. AC: he also said i am pitchflirting, and, wow, no. how are you supposed to pitchflirt on the internet, merrem? AC: it just doesn't work. AC: that's how you end up in a back alley with scabies. AC: that is a bad end. CC: damn. CC: aint that some flattery. CC: you sure he aint flirting pitch with you, and trynna accuse you of the same? CC: cause its sounding like it. CC: and alexar. BI: Scabbies... that's a new one. :thinking: BI: You leave social circles for like, two whole minutes and you miss out on all sorts of new things. CC: like the scabies? AC: god, i hope not! AC: or i guess it could be i hope so, if he's attractive, but, like, he stuttertypes. i just don't know if i can hate a man that stuttertypes. AC: and yeah, scabies are a real danger to shady internet hookups, i am told.

The discussion of scabies, shady internet hookups, and whether or not BI/Bijoux is a pale floozy continues, but in PMs:

GC: {sure why not} GC: {wait which aa} AC: uh, the brown one? GC: GC: {which aa} GC: {i think theres two brown ones} AC: AC: wow, brown is an uncreative colour. AC: the one with the really shitty quirk, dude. AC: are you a dude? GC: {theres like a billion trolls that are red or brown or yellow} GC: {also they both have shitty quirks} GC: {and yeah} GC: {im a dude} AC: and you're a jade? seriously? GC: {yeah} GC: {so what its not so weird} GC: {im living with another male jade right now} AC: uh, no, it totally is weird, sorry. GC: {or well not right now right now im somewhere else at this exact moment but you get what i mean} GC: {what} GC: {no its not} AC: are you sure you're not actually teal? AC: or olive, those blend together, too, i guess. GC: {uh yeah no im pretty sure im jade} GC: {like right smack middle jade} AC: huh. GC: {like this is our standard chrome for jade jade} AC: post pics, because that totally sounds like bullshit, and i am betting you are actually teal. AC: which, it's okay to be teal, dude. AC: is it an ugly colour? yes. GC: {only if you post pics first} GC: {im not fucking teal} GC: {im jade} AC: but it's your colour, so you should embrace it. GC: {super jade} AC: of course you are, dude. GC: {jade as jade can be} AC: i am just saying, it's okay to have a little green in your veins. it doesn't mean you're not blue. GC: {im jade} AC: doubledots sigh doubledots GC: { :sigh: } GC: {listen you fucking suck at this}(edited) GC: {thats not a real emoji either} AC: at least i am trying to accept myself for who and what i am, a proud cobalt who cannot use a computer, unlike some of us. AC: that is a cutting reference to the fact you hate your own blood colour, by the way. GC: {what are you illiterate or something} AC: or are ashamed. GC: {i dont hate my blood color} AC: shame is an option, too, i guess. GC: {okay hold up asshole} AC: more sad, but. GC: {hold on} GC: {because fuck you fuck you is why}

--grantonCleaver sent fuckyouiswhy.png, of a picture of his unbandaged hand that got spiked during his fight with Hadean. It's looking a bit gross because you know, WOUNDS but it's clean and also unmistakably jade.--

AC: huh! AC: nice filter. is that a wound the nine sweep old gave you, or are you fighting with other pupa's, too? GC: {oh holy shit} GC: {i just gave you photographic proof} GC: {and youre still calling shit on me} GC: {kua} AC: what can i say, i know enough about computers to call bullshit when i see it. AC: and i just don't think i know you well enough to be on a last name basis, dude, i am going to have to ask you to stick to mighty. GC: {might fucking sucks} GC: {so does kua} GC: {get better names} AC: wow! AC: at least i have names. AC: did you have everyone on your ship call you ronado, too? GC: {yeah absolutely} AC: man. so cabin jade ronado. that's kind of a mouthfeel. AC: can i call you ronnie? GC: {weird but sure} AC: was the work hard? GC: {uh on my flarping ship?} AC: yes, being a cabin boy.(edited) GC: {wasnt a cabin boy thank you very much} GC: {it was good and hard yeah no different than being on any other flarping pirate ship} AC: hahaha AC: suuuure. AC: what did they call it, then? ive only been on real ships, so i don't know the terms. AC: deck swabbed? AC: lookout? GC: GC: {its literally the same terms} GC: {literally the exact same terms}(edited) AC: uh, no, sorry. AC: maybe they tell you that, to make you feel better about playing pretend. GC: {i was first mate asshole} AC: huh. AC: so a glorified cabin boy. GC: {ok now youre being a dick and stupid} AC: you're right, alexar. that was just me being a total bulgemunch, and it is also a sign that i should probably go sit down, take a breather and wash this blood off, because it is unkind of me to take my frustrations out on you, an innocent, complete stranger on the internet. AC: it is wrong, and i am sincerely apologetic for having done so, dude. AC: so, like, light. GC: GC: {uh light}

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AC: also, i totally do know you, you dumb fuck.

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