#lean biome before and after

[aquaquadrant]

I’m having thoughts again (the horror). You may have answered this before and I just can’t remember or find it buuuuuut

Is/was there ever a dragon in Hels? If there was could they spawn it in again or is she just dead?

“a dragon?” the player huffs a laugh, giving you an odd look. “you know dragons aren’t real, right? it’s just fantasy shit, like the sun and moon.” they shrug. “anyway, uh, if- if you’re not gonna buy somethin’ then stop wasting my fucking time and get the hell out.”

~*~

“ah, i see you’re a fellow intellectual.” the player nods sagely. “data analysis has found plenty of evidence supporting the existence of an ‘end dragon’, through communicator codes such as ID tags for items called ‘dragon’s breath,’ ‘dragon head’, and ‘dragon egg’, not to mention the achievement ‘free the end’, which is supposedly earned after slaying this dragon. so while we can only extrapolate so much from nonfunctional comm commands, i’d say the idea of a dragon existing in other worlds is quite substantiated.”

they pause.

“did hels ever have one? well, that’s the question, isn’t it. while the existence of glitched end chunks throughout hels has been proven on multiple occasions, no one’s ever found an end island with the obsidian pillars required to spawn and sustain a dragon. of course, it’s possible someone found it long ago and destroyed it, or perhaps no one’s found it yet, or perhaps it exists in a different form entirely. if you look at how biomes spawn in hels…”

~*~

“what, hels ain’t bad enough for you as it is?” the player wheezes, shaking their head. “kid, if there’s a dragon in hels, you’re better off if you never meet it. we got enough problems without throwin’ a damned dragon into the mix, ya hear?”

~*~

“never heard of such a thing. seems like nonsense.” the player hefts their axe onto their shoulder. “now, move along before i kill you.”

~*~

“there was a dragon in hels, yeah,” the player says nonchalantly. “this old player took me in when i was a kid, used to tell me stories. i mean, he never saw it. it was more of a ‘i know this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who knew this guy who heard that someone saw it’ kinda deal… well? do you wanna hear it or not?”

they smirk.

“… that’s what i thought. so yeah, it was this massive red dragon- or uh, maybe it was like orange with red flames on its scales, fucking sick, right- with huge teeth and insane fire breath and… actually, it might’ve been acid? or poison? fuck, whatever, the point is that the thing was nasty, alright, it used to swoop down on the early settlements and mow those motherfuckers down, eating players- or, wait, i think maybe it would just throw them? uh, i dunno how but- wait, where you goin’? hey, this is valuable information, you know! … fine, whatever, asshole.”

~*~

“how the hel should i know?” the player demands, folding their arms. “this world’s infinite and old as balls, and we don’t exactly have a consistent method of widespread information distribution. someone could’ve killed it yesterday and i’d have no fucking clue.”

~*~

“yeah, there was.” the player nods. “it was before my time, but i heard our admin killed it. whoever the fuck they were… makes no difference to me, but it’s a cool thought, right?”

~*~

“hm. been a long time since someone asked me that.” the player leans forward, eyes flickering in the firelight. their gaze is haunted. “are you sure you wanna know?”

they pause.

“… alright, then.”

“now, this was back in the early days of hels, long enough ago that some of the oldest players still remembered havin’ an admin. we didn’t even know ‘bout the end chunks. then one day, there was this sound. every player in the world heard it, no matter where they were. it was louder than any thunderstorm, louder than any explosion- the kinda sound that goes clean through you, splits your ears and rattles your bones.”

“it was a scream, only not like any i’d ever heard before. there was a raw, guttural quality to it- like a wounded animal- yet the power was undeniable. but there was some distortion to it as well; an underpinning of static like the whole thing was bein’ broadcast through a beat-up jukebox. just thinkin’ of it sends chills down my spine.”

“then a peculiar thing popped up in chat. someone had made an achievement, only we couldn’t tell who or what. all the text was scrambled, like those funny words you see on an enchantment table. never met anyone who could read it. but needless to say, this sparked an entire movement bent on discoverin’ what the hell had happened.”

“some of the more adventurous players went explorin’ and found the end chunks. players who knew a thing or two about data analysis started huntin’ through their comms, usin’ the data of an endstone block someone brought back. didn’t take long after that to figure it out.”

“they found there was a dragon that belonged to a separate realm from overworld and nether. the end, they surmised. y’know, where endermen came from. the dragon lived there, sustained by end crystals that were said to float atop obsidian pillars on the end island it called home- its nest, as it were. so, unsurprisingly, it was called the ender dragon.”

“and if you killed it, you opened a portal. where it’d lead was anyone’s guess, but it was a way out of hels.”

“i was young, then. young and hungry. i banded up with some other players and we consulted an expert- the founder of data analysis, actually- to extrapolate the coordinates for the main end island. only he didn’t find just one; he found ten sets of coords, spread out over hundreds of thousands of blocks, nearly a million blocks. he predicted that each obsidian pillar had spawned on a separate end chunk, and that each one would have to be tracked down to kill the dragon. we had to destroy the crystals first, you see. he thought it was a waste of time, a fool’s errand, but we didn’t listen. so we split up, takin’ one set of coords each, and set off.”

“they were all ‘bout the same distance from each other, so no one had an easier go of it. i took one northeast of spawn, seven hundred and twenty-nine thousand blocks out. the journey took years. not sure exactly how many, i stopped keepin’ count sometime after the fifth. the other players on the mission gradually stopped replyin’ to my whispers- i think some of ‘em gave up and turned back. wasn’t sure if i was the only one still goin’, ‘til i eventually saw their death messages in chat, one by one. mobs, lava, fall damage, the usual. some might’ve died on the way; traversin’ hels alone on foot is no cake walk, even without the concern of PVP. never heard from any of ‘em again.”

“but i’d gone so far that givin’ up wasn’t an option. even if no one else had made it to their pillar and destroyed the crystal, even if killin’ the dragon would be impossible, i had to see it through. so i kept goin’. it was a lonesome existence, bein’ that far from spawn; i went months without sayin’ a single word, at times, damn near lost my mind. but it weren’t all bad. i reached the unloaded chunks, saw naturally-spawned passive mobs for the first time in my life. i saw rare biomes i’d never heard of, even came across one of those glitched end ships with an elytra. journey went quicker, after that, but it was still several years before i finally reached the coords.”

“the pillar was exactly what you’d expect. a tall, round obelisk made of solid obsidian, rooted on a floatin’ chunk of an endstone island. there were some endermen millin’ about the place, far more than in any other biome i’d seen- ‘cept maybe the warped jungles- but no sign of the dragon. the crystal was at the very top of the pillar in an iron cage, so i flew on up there, thinking at least i’d do what i came to do.”

“soon as i set foot on the top of the pillar, i heard a strange sound. it was that little zippin’ sound you hear when an enderman teleports- only it was a louder, deeper, slower sound that seemed to shake the world. like i could actually hear the distortion of space and time itself. the air suddenly filled with a haze of purple particles, so thick i could hardly see, move, or breathe.”

“and then she appeared.”

“the dragon was all black, black as the void ‘neath bedrock, with spines down her back and huge, bat-like wings, deadly sharp teeth and claws. she was big enough to swallow me whole and we both knew it. but what really put me off was that she was glitched.”

“it’s the best way i can describe it. her body was flickerin’ around all crazy-like as if i’d gone cross-eyed, so she appeared in multiples at times, countless wings unfurlin’ from the distorted mass. anywhere i looked directly at her would suddenly seem… pixelated, almost, like her form was fracturin’ into pieces, like i couldn’t fully ‘preciate the whole. but i remember her eyes. they were pure white, so bright it hurt to look at ‘em, and as she moved they seemed to blink in and out of existence around her, like they couldn’t quite settle in her skull. like twinklin’ stars against the night sky, beyond the bedrock ceiling.”

“she was beautiful.”

“the dragon perched against the tower, claws grippin’ the obsidian on either side of me, curled her slender neck down ‘til we were face-to-face, and roared. it had that same quality as that sound i’d heard all those years ago, and i knew at once it’d been her death rattle. in my daze, i remember wonderin’ who could’ve possibly managed to kill such a creature? what kinda player would even want to?”

“i’d been well-prepared for the fight. full enchanted gear, potions, gapples. but starin’ up at her, i couldn’t bring myself to use any of it. i just stared at her, caught in a moment that felt like an eternity as she stared back, before i realized her breath was poison.”

“i ended up back at the world spawn. didn’t matter i’d set a respawn anchor nearby the end island- this seemed to overwrite it. lost everythin’, of course, but i didn’t care. my death message in the chat was glitched, too, in that same strange language. now, i didn’t share my experience with the rest of the world; only to those who asked, and only in the hopes of dissuadin’ them from makin’ an attempt of their own.”

“which brings us to the end.” the player finally sits back, studying you with a shrewd gaze. “now, you listen to me. that dragon ain’t somethin’ to be killed, understand?”

you nod.

“good.” the player’s expression changes. “so, i’m afraid you’re not gonna like the next part of the story. but nothin’s free in this world, least of all knowledge.”

the player moves, there’s a flash of metal, and suddenly there’s a sword in your gut. engrossed in the story, you hadn’t even noticed them equip it.

“sorry,” the player tells you with a grin, “but that dragon ain’t the only monster here. send my regards to spawn.”

as darkness consumes you, your last thought is that the white spots dancing across your vision suddenly look like dragon eyes, blinking from the void.

~*~

#hermitcraft #hels to pay au #HTP fic #my writing #using they/them bc none of these players are supposed to be existing characters #they are ALL random unnamed npcs and not intended to be any known helsmit #(except for a little mention of one in there- that’s exactly who u think it is) #anyway THANK U FOR THE ASK i wasn’t planning on writing a drabble for it but when the inspo strikes…

[kradogsrats]

Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. Here's some relevant chunks from Patience and Ripples:

The stars/great/first elves are strongly characterized as having godlike power and authority over the world that includes Xadia. Humans are not meant to have primal magic, the power is undeserved, and the stars punish them for it. They look in a mirror and see themselves as divine, and this is right and proper.

The stars/great/first elves built something that Aaravos intends to destroy, largely out of spite.

Nowhere in either of these stories are other elves mentioned at all. In Patience, the first humans are described, and the world is characterized as their world.

I feel that this is all leaning heavily toward "the stars/great/first elves created or brought primal magic to Xadia." Because let's look at something else: the Border.

The Border is not a naturally-occurring feature, in that we are told that the Archdragons split the continent of Xadia in two and banished humans to the west. A thousand years later, that half of the continent is not entirely devoid of magic—there are still naturally-occurring magical creatures in basically every biome—it is thoroughly, distinctly less inherently magical than the east of Xadia. In Xadia, the dirt is magic. The dirt. You can pick up a fucking handful of the ground, and it is inherently magical.

The west was not always like that! The Moon Nexus is in the now-magicless territory, indicating that the area was settled by elves. (I would bet, however, that the Moon Nexus is and was the furthest west nexus out of the six.) I've speculated before that a thousand years of dark magic use completely depleted the inherent primal magic of the west, but actually that doesn't make a ton of sense from a logical standpoint—I mean, the sun and moon aren't going anywhere, and neither is the sky. The magical dirt of Xadia presumably doesn't stop like six inches down from the surface or something, the Earth primal permeates throughout the actual earth, presumably.

Now, I do think dark magic use still contributed to the state of the west, but here's why: the actual true source of all this magic, established by the stars/great/first elves, is tied to something in the east, and the division of the Border severed it from the west. After being cut off that way, ambient primal magic slowly drained out of that half of the continent—accelerated by being consumed for dark magic. (The source or conduit for all primal magic being focused somewhere in the east also makes sense from the standpoint of "why are all the primal nexuses clustered in one half of the continent, that's really weird.")

Let's also consider: in the west, at least, we have entire species and biomes populated by species that are not connected to a primal source. There are normal horses, normal deer, normal cats and dogs. And there are humans, also not inherently connected to primal magic. We also have an entire other ancient and forgotten system of magic, that does not rely on the primal sources! Why, unless the primal sources are not native to the world?

Furthermore, as I noted earlier, Patience refers to "their world" when talking about humans, and while this definitely indicates a separation of the stars that are the subject of the story from the world of Xadia, it's also an interesting turn of phrase to use—especially when, as I also noted, there is no mention of other elves.

What I'm saying is: what if humans and non-magical creatures are the native species of Xadia and this world, and the entire construct of primal magic, elves, dragons, and everything was artificially cultivated and introduced?

Here's where we can also get a little woo-woo pinboard-with-red-string crazy. Check out the two biggest tears in the map of Xadia:

They extend the Border beyond the edge of the continent... suspiciously well. Like, that furthest south part of the Border itself did not have to zigzag that way.

And it really makes me wonder which side of that map line the Starscraper is on, given that the Starscraper is very much set up to be a figurative and possibly also literal bridge to the heavens, or whatever realm the power we call the stars inhabits. It's probably not the channel that pumps magic into Xadia, but it wouldn't be completely insane if it was.

#the dragon prince #geography of xadia #primal magic #anyway this is also why everything is focused on this one fairly small continent #it's either the eden or the petri dish depending on your view of things #but then SOMEBODY had to mess with the fucking control group and now the whole experiment is useless

[dearinglovebot]

If the Grady family ever met the Nublar Six Five, how would they interact? Who would really vibe with each other, who wouldn’t?.

maisie being the closest to their age means I think she’d get along with them the best. she has a pretty similar personality to brooklyn and yaz so they’d either mesh very well or clash over it. I lean towards get along pretty well. sammy would be a little overwhelming at first but sammy is also the most insistent that she break out of her shell with the group. very much giving “hey she’s just like you were yaz!”. darius and her would have a very chill dynamic where they understand each other and could probably problem solve their way out of any situation. ben? they’re chill. but kenji is who is gonna have to grow on her the most. early seasons kenji is going to drive her crazy but later season kenji might grow on her. she’s going to find him annoying and he’s going to see her as quiet and broody. they’re going to be have to trapped in an escape room together before they become real friends.

the hidden adventure episode probably had the right idea in saying that yeah JWCC darius would love a dude who worked directly with velociraptors. maybe not JWCT darius who is being hunted for sport, but JWCC darius would be begging for velociraptor infodumps. what were their interactions with each other like? did they have biome preferences? what types of calls could they make with each other? he wouldn’t be asking owen about his day he’d be going straight to “did they have different sounding voices?? how many words did they know?? what types of enrichment were they given??”

owen overall is going to be a much easier sell to the kids than claire. yasmina is going to make fun of him the moment he says “alpha”, brings up motorcycles, or does the hand thing. the only way he is winning her over is if he shows his #vulnerable side over the dinosaurs or his family. basically she isn’t going to like him until she’s given a reason to believe he isn’t some weird emotionally repressed redneck. and speaking of rednecks, owen is semi-canonically from the south so that’s winning points with sammy. they probably share stories about cow tipping and everyone else goes “what the fuck does that mean”.

he’d get on with ben and brooklyn fine but kenji has a habit of annoying most people so im inclined to believe he’ll be considered a “little shit” type kid. pre-fk owen and early seasons kenji would require intensive care to get along 1v1 but after that then they have potential. now that owen has experienced #Fatherhood he’ll be more inclined to make an effort to reach out to troubled teen kenji™. it will have the same vibes as a school guidance councilor and class clown where the kid says the councilor is soooo lame but still asks for a hug at graduation.

like I said above, claire is going to be the hardest sell for all of them. she is Miss Jurassic World in the flesh. they’re not going to trust her at all. but she feels really bad about the whole incident so she’s going to do her best to pay off any therapy bills or travel expenses for the families.

kenji is the only she feels the most guilt towards because she actually knows him from his dad. on the island, he annoyed her (he was objectively very annoying) but now that she’s reformed she just feels bad because he was probably just acting out because his family dgaf. kenji initially doesn’t trust her even more because she ran in the same circles as his dad. but he also recognizes how much she’s changed since then and it makes him kind of upset because his dad wouldn’t do half the things she did for maisie. they have a very complex dynamic where claire feels indebted to him for everything that’s happened (with both the island and his neglectful dad) and he has to work through a lot of daddy issues whenever they interact. they get each other in a nuanced way but it’ll keep the relationship strained for a long time.

sammy is the most willing to give her a chance because she wants to believe that someone like claire can change. and claire is going to try her hardest with that chance to prove she wants to mend things however she can. for a while, sammy is going to be the only one really holding conversation with her but the others are kind of using that to gage if they want to take a chance on her too.

darius will be the next person to take that leap of faith cause she does seem like she’s putting in an effort. she’s a full blown activist and mother now after all. claire appreciates them both immensely and has probably cried at least once over winning them over. they have a lot of similar moral stances post-fk so there’d be a very easy dynamic. she values everything about her park a lot more and he’s happy to talk with her about it. she’s got a collection of anecdotes about the dinosaurs and their handlers and he appreciates what she shares.

yas may always be a little weary of her but her knack for terrorism is going to appeal to ben the arsonist and brooklyn the true crime detective. she’s got so many leads about lockwood manor for brooklyn to chase down. she may not totally love claire but she does respect her. as for ben, i think if anyone was going to commit burglary it would be them. she would refuse to “encourage” his behavior (because she wants to at least pretend she’s a responsible adult) but if it happens then it happens okay! they’re as bad as each other and shouldn’t be left alone

weeew that was a lot. loved getting this ask

#jurassic world #chaos theory #jwct #asks #maisie lockwood #owen grady #claire dearing #ben pincus #darius bowman #brooklyn jwcc #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #kenji kon

[kusuguricafe]

MC used tickle! It's super effective!

A/N: shoutout to @cxra-melty for the inspiration 💜

Summary: Kieran needs a little cheering up and MC and their minccino are eager to help!

Characters: lee!Kieran, ler!MC

“Hey, Kieran!”

Kieran looked up to see MC walking towards him and waving, with a minccino riding on their hat.

“Oh! Hey there, MC!”

They sat down next to him and minccino climbed down off of MC’s hat onto Kieran’s lap.

“Hi, minccino,” Kieran scratched behind her ears. She melted into his touch, delighted. “Aren’t you cute?” He looked back up at MC. “Did you catch her recently? I don’t think I’ve seen you with her before.”

“Yes, I did! I caught her in the Polar Biome for Drayton’s challenge, and we’ve grown quite fond of each other ever since. Her name is Cappuccino!”

“Chino, chino!”

“She’s very sweet.”

Cappuccino jumped back to MC and climbed up onto their shoulder. “She likes to be up high.”

Kieran smiled halfheartedly. “All Pokémon just love you, don’t they?” He looked at his feet.

“I wouldn’t say all…”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“I…” MC started, “I want to apologize.”

Kieran looked up at them.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you. That wasn’t okay, and I’m really so—”

“I’m sorry too! I’ll never lash out at you like that ever again. I promise!”

“I know. It’s okay, and I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too.”

MC smiled. “Can… Can I have a hug?”

“Oh! Y-yeah…”

The two leaned in and embraced each other. After a moment, Cappuccino crawled over to Kieran’s shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

“Eek! H-hey!”

“I’m not doing anything…?”

They let go and MC saw that Cappuccino had found a new perch.

“Chichi! Chichi!”

“Aw, I think she likes you!”

“Mrrmph-! T-tell her to stahap, w-would you?”

“Wait, are you—”

“N-no!”

Cappuccino paused to look at MC. Kieran let out the breath he was apparently holding in.

“Hmm, I think I know something that might cheer you up.”

“Wha-?”

“Cappuccino, use tickle!”

“Chi! Chichichichichichichichi!”

Cappuccino rapidly swished her tail back and forth against Kieran’s neck and ears. When he scrunched his neck and shoulders to protect himself, she would crawl to the other side.

“Ah! Ahahahaha nohoho! S-stahahahahahahap ihihit!”

Kieran didn’t want to accidentally hurt her, so he just sat there, giggling, fists clenched in his lap.

“I was right! Now let’s see… Are you ticklish here?” MC gently poked Kieran’s tummy.

“Nahahahahahat you too!”

“Sounds like a yes. How about riiight here?” They wiggled a finger in his belly button.

“EEEHE! NohohOHOhooo!”

Cappuccino wagged her tail under his chin.

“Ehehehe *snort* I- *snort* stAHAHAHA!”

MC laughed along with him. “What about these ribs of yours?” They kneaded his lower ribs with their thumbs and Kieran shook his head and kicked his feet out.

“Chichichi!”

Wanting to help MC, Cappuccino slipped under Kieran’s shirt and clung to his bicep as she swiped her tail over his right armpit.

“W-whaAAHAHAHA! G-gehet oUT of-eEHEHEHE!”

“You have a really cute laugh, you know,” MC commented, still tickling his ribcage.

Kieran blushed.

Cappuccino then crawled down his torso, came out the bottom of his shirt and sat on his left knee.

“Chino!”

“What is it?” MC asked Cappuccino, “Do you have an idea?”

“Chino, chino!”

Cappuccino held on to Kieran’s thigh and swished her tail against the underside of his knee.

“N-no! Not my knehehehEHEHEES! I’m rehEHEHEHEALLY t-tihihicklish thehehEHEHERE!”

“Good work, Cappuccino! It’s super effective!”

“Shuhut uhuhup! You’re worse than CahahAHAHAHA! WAIHAIHAIHAIHAIT!”

MC joined in, squeezing above Kieran’s kneecaps and holding his legs still with their own while Cappuccino hopped back and forth between his legs, brushing her tail against his inner thighs and the undersides of his knees.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Don’t stop? You got it!”

“NoohOOOHOHO-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHAHAI’M GONNA DIHIHIEEEEHEHEHE! MAHAHA! MEHEHEHERCY! MER-HAHAHA-HERHERHERCY!”

“Alright, Cappuccino, that’s enough.”

“Chino…”

Disoriented, Kieran leaned over onto MC’s lap and gasped for air.

“Ehehehe.. haha… ahahaha…”

MC patted his head. “You alright?”

“Yeaha…”

Cappuccino clambered over Kieran and climbed back up MC’s arm onto their shoulder. MC continued to soothe Kieran by lightly scratching his scalp, which he appeared to enjoy. They stayed like that for a few minutes until MC stopped and Kieran finally came out of his daze.

“Wha- When did I get on your lap??”

“Don’t worry about it,” MC said reassuringly, “I don’t mind.”

Embarrassed, he sat up and avoided MC’s gaze. He twiddled his hair in his fingers.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“F-for tickling me… I haven’t been tickled in a while, and, so uh… it was nice.”

“Oh, I’m glad!”

“Yeah.” Kieran peeked at MC and smiled, genuinely.

“Feel free to ask any time. Right, Cappuccino?”

“…”

Kieran stopped hiding his face and turned towards the pair. “Looks like she fell asleep.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t, after that.”

“I almost did, you have a magic touch. No wonder your Pokémon love your pets so much!”

#tickling #tickle fic #kieran #lee!kieran #mc #ler!mc #pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #pokémon scarlet and violet dlc #the hidden treasure of area zero #the teal mask #the indigo disk #princess scrawlings

[masked-ragdoll]

BOLAS

Bolas Rojas, also known as just Bolas or “Red Balls” in English, is a genus of humanoid bird-like creatures. These species have only been found on Egg Island, located near point nemo. They reside in warm climates like mountainous mesa biomes and grassy fields with a few trees.

Description

Medium-large species are ascribed to the genus, ranging from 150 cm to 190 cm (60-75 in). These creatures appear to be a mix of human and bird genetics, with a body covered in fur and feathers. Various patterns have been spotted, with the most prominent coloration being red first and black second, with some species having areas of blue, yellow, or green on their wings and legs. Their eyes are blood red and reflect light in the dark. Bolas are bipedal with a pair of arms similar to humans and a pair of wings protruding from their backs. Usually the wings are too small to be useful for flight, and are usually seen as a sign of status. The leader of the group will have the longest wings and often will be the only one who can actually fly, but usually only in fast bursts before gliding down to the ground. These creatures are seen wearing masks that are depicting other animals’ skulls, from birds to cats to humans. These are worn around the clock, even while sleeping, the reason behind the fashion statement is still unknown.

Behavior

Communal Roosting

Bolas gather in small groups of a dozen or so during non-breeding months. These gatherings tend to happen underground in caves. Living spaces are often surrounded by fires, either natural or Bolas made.

Play

Countless incidents of self-immolation, setting self on fire. This seems to be a sort of ceremonial behavior, but is also done for play or when in distress. Another form of play that has been documented has been a variety of dances.

Calls

Bolas have a primary call off “bolas”, which is where they got their name. These calls have a lot of variety in tone, muttering when sad and yelling when attempting to intimidate enemies. Have been heard cackling to themselves after a successful hunt.

Foraging

Bolas are not particularly skilled at hunting, so they rely on stealing food from surrounding species. They are often seen hunting in pairs.

Threats

Bolas are very loyal to members of their own genus no matter where they come from. They will swarm any intruder or enemy and are very resilient. They seem to be either partially or completely resistant to a variety of toxic gasses and have been seen removing their skull masks during toxic gas storms. Very threatening when in groups, but will turn skittish if the leader isn’t present.

Diet

Bolas are omnivores but lean towards herbivorous tendencies. They primarily satiate themselves with sap and nectar, but also seeds, spuds, bread, as well as various fruits and meat. Being foragers and thieves, they have evolved to eat almost whatever they can get their hands on.

#qsmp #qsmp meme #qsmp bolas #team bolas #fake species genus wiki #idk why i made this #i thought it would be funny #jay writing

[vastimagines]

I just saw the sugarduo Trust fic you did! If you’re still doing fic requests, maybe another sugarduo fluff fic based on when Phil was kidnapped by the feds? It’s fine if you can’t, and if you do take all the time you need!

Hi anon i'm so sorry it took this long! I got distracted and I wasn't sure what to write for you! I come bearing a quick piece, not necessarily fluff, but it is comfort! I hope you like it!

He’d never struggled to know what was real or not before, not like this. There were times when he’d been tired after waking up from an intense dream or struggled to maintain his awareness when he’d been exhausted, but nothing like this; nothing that made him feel like he was going insane.

He wasn’t home very often these days. They’d long since exhausted every available resource to find the kids to no avail, and being home was a constant reminder of his failure to protect them. Even if they had left of their own accord, that worried him just as much. What could have possibly scared them so much that they would have left their homes where they were safest?

Between worrying for them and noticing every out of place detail that kept showing up, he was tired. A week long coma and he was still tired, but he didn’t sleep as often as he did. Wandering anywhere else kept his mind off of everything, and if he was walking at night and found mobs running at him, the fight would keep his mind busy for a few moments until he found whatever he was aimlessly looking for.

He ended up on the beach, on Forever’s beach. He should’ve expected the man himself to show up sooner or later. He heard Forever’s voice before he even realized he wasn’t alone. He looked up at him, standing beside him. He’s said something, he was sure of that, but he hadn’t quite caught it.

“What’d you say?”

“I asked if you are okay.” The sun made Forever’s hair glow like itself was made of the sun’s rays.

Did he lie? Would he even be capable of coming up with a sufficient cover story right then? “I don’t know.”

Forever sat down next to him. Phil pushed his feet into the sand, the warmth soothing his nerves and distracting him. It couldn’t distract from the bird, though. They were sitting in a desert biome. There shouldn’t have been a hummingbird there.

Did Forever see it? Was it real?

“What’s wrong?”

“Can you see that bird?”

“The hummingbird?”

Phil slowly let go of his breath. He slowly let go of the tensions in his body. He felt shaky and wasn’t quite sure if he was actually shaking or not.

The bird was real. This was bird was real.

“Phil, what’s wrong?”

A warm breeze blew past them. He liked this beach. It didn’t reek of salt like ocean beaches did. The waves were smaller and the air was cool off the waves, sparkling in the sunset.

“I meant to visit you. When you were unconscious, I said I was going to visit you every day.” He leaned forward over his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs. “I found a message in my house. I thought it was from Tallulah. Gave me coordinates to go to.”

“What?” Phil wished he wouldn’t get excited. “When? What happened?”

He hated this. He hating feeling so weak and small and not knowing anything. He hated not knowing things. “There was nothing there. Just a birdhouse, and cucurucho showed and locked me inside. It felt like I was in there for weeks.”

“Phil-”

“And then I woke up.” He buried his head in his arms. “I woke up in my house and there was no note, no chest, no flowers. And later, there’s a message in Tallulah’s garden covered in ivy, and the minute I bring Fit and Pac to see it- Gone.”

Forever didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything. Phil just felt his eyes on him. He felt like he was always being watched nowadays. Someone had to be behind this all, pulling the strings to make him lose his mind.

“I didn’t imagine that one, I swear. It was there.” He clenched his fist around his pants. “I had it in my hands and it just vanished.”

He looked away, anywhere other than Forever. He probably thought he was crazy, like Pac had thought he’d been crazy.

“I believe you.”

He looked up and Forever’s gaze was gentle, like he understood the bullshit he was talking about.

“Forever, I don’t know if it was even real, if any of it was real. What if this isn’t real?”

“I am real.”

He broke their gaze, looking back at his knees. “I feel like I’m going crazy. I feel like I’m losing grasp on just, everything. I went back to that place, and the birdhouse was gone. There was nothing.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“And if there’s nothing to figure out? If I’m just crazy?”

Forever put a hand on his cheek, pulling him to look at him. He looked tired. He’d been through so much and now Phil was dumping this on him. “We will get through it.” He held his face in his hand and it warm and comforting in a way he hadn’t felt in months, in a way he desperately needed. Forever looked at him like he was going to solve every problem in both of their lives.

“This is real. I promise you. We can’t both be hallucinating,” he joked, but it did little to raise his spirits. “You were there for me. Let me help you, Philza.”

Phil held Forever’s hand in his, holding it to his cheek, his rough skin under his and his warmth on his skin.

“Do you believe me?”

“I believe you.”

Phil closed his eyes and leaned into Forever’s hand. He trusted him. Maybe he didn’t even trust his own senses, but he trusted Forever, and if he couldn’t trust Forveer, well then he was seriously screwed.

#sugarduo #philever #flash writing #ask #fanfic

[sasukimimochi]

Prompt for day 20 - Feathers (see other prompts here)

.✦The Thing With Feathers.

Subnautica Below Zero / MDZS crossover ✦. Word Count - 1001

Wei Wuxian climbed into his sea truck and sighed, immediately falling into his sleeper cabin with music quiet and low. He’d been chased across the purple vents biome by a Chelicerate just so he could gather up a few more lithium for his equipment and base, only to have to get out of his sea truck to squeeze under that gigantic vent garden where another one was hanging above because Lan-Zhan sent him another set of coordinates to check out.

The artifact he’d found hadn't even been anything too useful- and he didn’t have a reinforced suit so when he got too close, he got a free lobster broil- except he was the lobster. At least they were one step closer to getting Lan-Zhan his own body, but why did all of these artifacts have to be smack dab in every annoying or dangerous location on this oceanic planet?! He didn't like the sea enough for this.

Well…he didn’t hate it. In fact he rather enjoyed its beautiful side. But it didn’t like him back, and he just was running low on reserves with little progress made in the investigation on Yanli and Jiang Cheng’s whereabouts. 

He just wanted a break, then a clue. It'd been too long since the last one he’d found. He wanted anything- anything at all that would give him a clue to say his siblings were okay. That it was a ruse led on by that damn corporation, that they were both okay and just hiding somewhere and not-

Ring— Ring–

He sighed softly. “Lan-Zhan…”

Another call... It could be important- if it was another artifact he should at least get the signal before he got some rest. Well, if what this was could be considered rest. Bundled up in a wet suit was not the ideal way; he missed wearing more casual clothing.

 He answered the call, trying his best to mask how tired he was. “What’s up, Lan-Zhan? Got another coordinate?” He rolled over and sat up in his cot so he could properly listen, pushing his damp hair to the side over his shoulder. He still couldn’t quite get used to hearing the alien’s voice inside his head, but it was a somewhat welcome distraction right now.

“Our searches have been… useful, but… I have no evidence as to the fate of my people. The network I hoped to rejoin may no longer exist. I cannot feel it.”

Wei Wuxian sobered up somewhat as he listened to him speak. Lan-Zhan had many moments like this- he wasn’t even sure if the other knew this was from a place of insecurity, as he seemed to have lost touch with a lot of human behaviors after living the way he had for so long. 

“There could be a million reasons for that. Like…what if the network had a system update? They’re on version 2001.4 and you’re still on version 14.2.”

“That would make me incompatible. How would I even begin to plan my upgrades?”

Wei Wuxian chuckled quietly, leaning over to rest on the side of his sea truck. “Okay, that’s not what I meant. Bad example. You still know how to get home?”

“Mn.”

“So don’t give up. Go there. See for yourself what happened!”

“You are expressing optimism but it is not supported by probability.”

Wei Wuxian sighed and smiled soon after, “Hope isn’t based on statistics. It’s born from a drive for something better. There’s a poem Yanli loved– Hope is human. Hope is…uhh…oh right– ‘Hope is the thing with feathers!’”

“This does not match any fauna I can find in your PDA.”

Wei Wuxian laughed, “It’s a line from a 19th century Earth author. Emily something.

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -

I promise we’ll get answers one way or another, Lan-Zhan.”

There was a stretch of silence for a moment, before he heard his companion add one last thing:

“Adding ‘Hope’ to your database.”

Wei Wuxian’s eyebrows rose as a small notification did indeed pop up on his PDA after the call ended.

Hope is an animal of unknown origin. According to Wei Ying and a poet named Emily Dickinson, it is described as having feathers. My database found the poem Wei Ying was referring to:

"Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never -in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

The presence of Hope seems to inspire humans to persevere in the face of adversity. Perhaps humans keep a Hope with them at all times.

From this notation, Hope appears to be a hardy avian creature. It is capable of surviving at sea and in cold climates. Having "kept so many warm," Hope might be observed to produce exothermic chemical reactions.

Assessment: find and maintain Hope.

Wei Wuxian’s expression softened and he gently thumbed the edge of his PDA. Classic Lan-Zhan… he laughed quietly as he laid down in his cot, staring at those last words. Find and maintain hope, huh? His heart was in the right place.

He would miss him…

His smile faded somewhat as he thought of their eventual separation. Of course he wanted his own body back, but…what would he do after it all? Where would he go? It's not like he had a ship to leave on, and who knows if he could go back to normal life after this.

He sighed quietly and put away his PDA. He would cross that bridge when he got to it. They were together now, for who knows how long.

He had plenty of time to think about it after he got some rest.

See my other MDZS projects here, or check out the links at the beginning for the other prompts.

#My first writing prompt for the challenge! i do prompts out of order so this is my second one haha #Sasu's Writing/Drawing Challenge 2023 #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mo dao zu shi fanfiction #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #wwx #wei ying #wei wuxian #lwj #lan wangji #lan zhan #subnautica #subnautica below zero #sbz #mdzs x sbz #hope is the thing with feathers #hope #“Hope” is the thing with feathers #emily dickinson #poetry #wangxian

[scribble-dee-doo]

it's donna loving her husband AND her best friend hours. also fungus amongus.

@doctordonnaweek

Psychic massage feels mostly like a massage, but also a little bit like getting new glasses, or recovering from a cold. Knots of worry and unconscious ruts of thought have been worked out, but she also feels like her own brain is clear and crisp and colorful in a way she hadn’t known she was missing. She and The Doctor had ended up in the lounge chairs bordering a pool with elaborate fish towers showing off even more elaborate fish, like an aquatic hamster maze, and she’d been following one bright blue croissant-shaped fellow with an unhurried enjoyment she’s rarely experienced before. She’s not tired. She’s not worrying. She’s not impatient or swatting away guilt and insecurity. She just is, here with the fish and her best friend.

Said best friend had fallen into their own lounger like a dropped handful of sticks and has been lying boneless ever since. Donna is feeling a bit jelly-ish herself, if less like she’d been luxuriously flattened by a slow and thorough rolling pin, but he might be genuinely dozing. Or the trance/meditating thing he’d started around two months after moving in, something that had to do with Time Lord mental upkeep he’d obviously been neglecting for centuries. She’s never seen them do either in public before, nor even in private when they were first traveling together, and she savors the slow delight of it like a bed of coals, softly glowing.

Croissant-fish has done three lazy laps of the upper left corner of the maze and shifted completely into a smoothed, pale blue sickle when Shaun finds them. He’s rarely tense, except when trying to work self-checkout machines, but now he’s properly glowing. He’s beautiful, wearing a jumper she got him on his last birthday and at ease walking on an alien planet like they’ve encountered each other at the park. Noticing the Doctor makes him chuckle. Once he’s reached them, he brushes the top of the Doctor’s hair with his knuckles and leans down to give her a kiss.

“Hello, lovely,” she says once they’ve parted.

“Hello gorgeous,” he returns, sitting beside her and taking her hand.

Undignified mouth smacking on her right announces that the Doctor is stirring. He’s opted for less gelled heights in his recent hairstyles, but his hair is still spikey enough he looks like a baby bird in an awkward feather stage as he blinks, slow and a little out of sync, fighting to wake.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Shaun greets them, voice full of mirth.

The Doctor makes noises that may or may not contain words. Donna chuckles at him and flexes her hand in Shaun’s, admiring the strength of his fingers and the subtle shimmer on her nail polish.

“You have fun with your new mates?” she asks.

Shaun swings his legs onto the lounger, lies across her lap, and props his head up with his free hand on her other side. His jumper is remarkably snuggly. She pets it.

“Sure did,” he says. “They started having issues with atmospheric containment in the nitrogen sections, but it turns out Sorrister works for one of the companies that maintains the filtration system and they got it fixed right up.”

The Doctor, who’s been blearily studying Shaun’s position, decides he wants to join them. He peels himself off his lounger, one limb at a time, flops onto Donna’s, and arranges himself across her shins, cuddled right up against Shaun, with a sigh. Her legs are going to fall asleep quickly, but for now it’s like having a lap full of enormous cats.

They sit quietly for a moment before the Doctor mumbles, “This place has some of the best biome support infrastructure ever devised, I’m surprised they had atmospheric containment problems.”

“So was Sorrister!” Shaun says, “but it turns out they were having a bit of a fungal problem, and it got into the filters.”

“Some fungus,” Donna said, watching the fish again.

Shaun hums agreeingly. “Big teeth.”

She’s pretty sure the croissant fish is now doing a little dance with one of the two-headed shrimp things.

She blinks

The Doctor pops up, frowning and looking more awake.

“Teeth?” they ask.

“Oh yeah, big as anything,” Shaun confirms. “Ko Ta N knew a bit about Ramican containment, though, so we fiddled a little something up and took care of it.”

The Doctor is now fully awake. Shaun is quite pleased with himself, so Donna is mostly curious about what kind of fungus needs teeth and what for.

“By ‘Ramican,’” the Doctor says, with increasing urgency, “do you mean Ramicandelaberaceae, the fungal species that releases hyper-aggressive defensive spores when exposed to oxygen?”

“Yep! Some copper-sulfur spray and ultraviolet light got ‘em to calm down, and Ko Ta N got a job out of it. Did you know she used to have a nursery? Said she’d get us some cuttings.”

Donna is watching the one-alien show of the Doctor realizing someone else did their thing while they were doing the psychic equivalent of sunbathing on the beach. It’s entertaining. His eyebrows are even more expressive now than they used to be.

“We should invite her and her family to dinner,” she says.

Shaun hums. “She has something like six hundred and thirty kids,” he says. “But most of them are about the size of rice grains, so I bet we could work that out.”

“You fought an exposed colony of Ramicandelaberaceae with farming techniques and it worked?”

“It helps to have friends who work in different fields, Doctor,” Shaun says. 

Donna covers her mouth to muffle her laughter.

The Doctor insists on seeing the evidence with their own eyes. The walk to the gardens bordering the nitrogen quarter is lovely, even with the Doctor vibrating with the urge to run ahead from his tether between them. The psychic massage apparently helped along the latent telepathic sense Donna suspects has been slowly strengthening in her mind over time. Between their clasped hands, she’s pretty sure she can feel his urgency bubbling over like a baking soda volcano.

Shaun guides them to the slightly scorched and stinky corner where the grand battle took place. The Doctor shoots off, scanning everything and talking to everyone. Shaun finds his new friends again and learns that Sorrister has gotten a raise, and Donna secures a promise from Ko Ta N to bring her family over for mushroom skewers. Rose arrives with her own group of new friends, and the Doctor adds urgent commentary to Shaun’s recounting of events.

Donna confirms the Doctor was meditating at the spa once they get back to the TARDIS, where they discover the center console has been ringed by purple cushioned benches overflowing with pillows. After everyone exclaiming over the TARDIS’s greeting of an enthusiastic lightshow and mechanical twittering, apparently because she also enjoyed the spa, Donna shoos him away from the controls and into the tide of pillows. He forges in, a child in a ball pit, and spends the entire ride home asleep on his belly, drooling and twitching like a dreaming dog. Rose entertains herself by constructing a pillow fort over their body.

#noodle fic #fanfiction #doctor who #doctordonna week 23 #listen that's just a fungal class i pulled from wikipedia #if anyone has a more relevant fungal group than gut fungus lmk #the doctor realizing he's acclimated the humans around him into the weirdness too well and now they're taking care of it - >:O! #this feels SO much better compared to the beginning of the week #who knew writing consistently helps keep you from getting rusty!!! <- person who will learn this lesson 73 more times

[syndianites]

Mianite Prompt:

Something with Martha, Sonja, and Capsize like hanging out maybe doing magic stuff (I guess either post-season 2 or just Capsize is somehow in Ruxomar because nothing bad happened to Capsize ever)

Any ships or not ships you want, just think the girls should vibe ^-^

Sneak-peek at the Sonja/Capsize/Martha fic that has gotten entirely too long

(Context: Capsize still died and turned into a zombie, but instead of killing her Redbeard asked TR to try and cure her bc Tom is literally Right There. She is tossed into the Void with the squad and gets taken in by Sonja who is trying to find a cure for her)

Before Sonja could get lost in the thought Capsize made a noise. At first, she thought it was just an unconscious grunt, but then another one followed, along with the sound of a book sliding across the table. She looked over to see Capsize pointing at what seemed to be a picture of a tree.

Leaning over, Sonja felt like she’d seen the tree before. There was no color in the book, but the shape was distinct. A dense thick of leaves on top, circular in nature, that seemed almost man-made. Below it had exposed roots that weaved in and out of the ground before taping off about three feet from the base. There was a few sparkles around the drawing of the tree that implied it was either magical or gave off light. Or both.

Capsize tapped her finger again, drawing Sonja’s focus to the word just above it. Purple. She traced the sentence back to its source.

”An interesting trait of the Silverwood tree is its ability to change the landscape around it. It will turn the area it's in into a more lush, magically dense mini-biome, even able to cleanse the lingering purple remains of previously tainted lands. This also leads to the growth of other magical plants that…”

Sonja perked up as a tingle of excitement ran up her spine. “Oh my gods!” She turned to mildly startled Capsize, “That’s it!”

At Sonja’s face-splitting grin, the zombie’s face smoothed out into an almost-smile, her shoulders relaxing from where they’d been bunched up. Then she was tackle-hugged.

“You’re the best ever!” Sonja said after she stopped the duo from toppling to the ground, “I could kiss you right now. Would that be weird? Okay, maybe that would be weird but I can think about that later.”

She pulled back, letting an arm linger over Capsize’s shoulder while she turned back to the book at hand, scanning the rest of the page. Her mind flooded with ideas and she hastily cleared a space to start taking notes on their newest discovery.

Of course, being so caught up in her newest lead, Sonja missed the faint blush and wide-eyed look Capsize gave her.

#mianite #mianite fic #captain capsize #sonja firefoxx

[thecoffeelorian]

OC Sunday Catch-Ups...

...Small note to everyone--I had to get over a bad virus last week, so unfortunately, this is gonna be a fairly late installment. However, I don't plan on getting sick a second time, so hopefully, I can get one more (somewhat late) installment done before the third OC Sunday rolls around. Anyway! One more for Lyn Innsur!

No Pressure Tags: @freesia-writes @talesfrommedinastation @skellymom and anybody else who likes original characters!

1. If they were a SHOE, what kind of SHOE would they be?

First off, I imagine that Lyn would lean towards a pretty set of sandals that could also give her extra support during a walk around her hometown, so I decided on these as far as photos go.

2. What nature/scenery/setting most encapsulates who they are?

I imagine that Lyn would not only be used to warm climates/biomes and actively seek them out on other planets, but that she also would have no problems watching a sunset on the edge of a desert or grassland in spite of the wild animals that lived there. So...for a picture reference, I included this shot of a desert/great plain from Ryloth, as she still views that planet as home even though she's currently settled on Argann.

3. What's one thing you'd notice about them immediately and one thing you would only notice after a lot of time and depth?

Something that turns the average newcomer off is how Lyn shoots her mouth off at times, either when she's frustrated about something she doesn't quite understand as an autistic woman, or else when she's really angry about a certain issue and doesn't know how to voice her thoughts without almost shouting them.

It's the ones who stick around after the first impressions that get to see all the rest of her, such as her love of family; love of the natural world; her dreams of returning home and rebuilding her part of Ryloth; and generally wishing for a life without war.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #oc sundays #lyn innsur #original character #original female character #original twi'lek character #original autistic character #actually autistic

[the-feral-one]

Wo managed to stay awake until Oki, Ogerpon and her siblings got back to the shrine.

As he waited, he had also started on dinner too, making something that everyone would like, and that everyone could eat.

The family discussed what they did throughout the day as they ate at the dinner table.

The discussion shifted once Wo showed them what had had been given to him.

"What's that, Papa Wo?"

"L-looks like an invite.."

Wo looked at what he held, then nodded in response.

"This was given to me earlier. It gives some details about a festival. Now, I know that we have just got back from a previous event, but, at the same time, I do think that it would be nice to attend this one also."

Ogerpon looked at what was on her plate, causing Wo to tilt his head a little.

"What's wrong, Ogerpon?"

Ogerpon hesitated, then began to speak again.

"I wanna go to more parties like that one we were at... ...but..."

Before she could finish, Pink spoke up.

"Wawa-wa wa-wawa wawa-wawa." ("She wants to go to the Terarium.")

Wo looked at Ogerpon, showing concern.

"Yeah.."

Wo's attention was then brought towards Spot.

"O-on the w-way back f-from Levincia, we went through M-Mesagoza.. ..a-and we saw Peseta p-preparing for s-something.. A-after asking th-them about what they w-were doing, w-we found out that th-they were going to the Terarium.."

The Malamar motioned to Ogerpon, who was still looking at her plate.

"...th-then Ogerpon r-ran up to them a-and asked if we c-could go w-with them.."

Ogerpon sniffed. Wo waited until she looked at him.

"..they said we could, and that made us really happy...but...if we go there, we can't go to the party.."

"I know you can't, but I also know that you and your siblings do like to explore the Terarium every now and then. I do remember that, when we all were there earlier this year, me and Oki lost all three of you repeatedly during our game of hide and seek. I did like that game, despite the slight worry it caused us."

"If...we can't go to the party...can we go to the next one..?"

Wo glanced over at Oki and blushed a little, then looked back to Ogerpon.

"The next party would be incomplete without you, Ogerpon~"

Ogerpon jumped a little as she hugged the snail. Wo returned it as he heard her happy sound.

After dinner had been cleared away, the family decided to sit outside the shrine for a while.

"So, when would Peseta say they would come to get you all?"

Pink looked up at Oki from where she sat on the grass.

"Wawa-wa." ("Tomorrow.")

Oki nodded, then sat beside her. He spoke as he observed the Tinkaton playing with the dirt.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Pink looked up from her dirt pile and nodded, then returned to playing with it.

Oki got up once Pink motioned for him to go back to where Wo was.

"I hope you and Ogerpon and Spot have a good time! You usually do!"

He sat down next to Wo. The snail was showing signs of becoming tired, but was keeping himself awake with a little bit of difficulty.

"It is just going to be you and me when we go to this event, Oki~"

Wo leaned down and lightly nudged Oki, putting a vine around him.

Oki pulled himself up a little and gave him a light peck.

"Let's make the most of it, Wo~"

After sharing a little more light affection, Wo and Oki continued to watch Ogerpon, Pink and Spot until everyone grew too weary to continue being outside. Once everyone got into the shrine they weren't slow in going to their sleeping areas and passing out.

--

Chien-Pao had came to the shrine in the morning hours. As Oki finished preparations, Wo was outside talking to him.

Peseta had arrived too. They discussed what they were going to do at the Terarium, alongside how they were going to make sure that the three siblings didn't get lost in the biomes.

After discussions had finished, alongside preparations, Peseta and the three siblings left the shrine first. Ogerpon waved at Wo and Oki as she and her siblings ran to Mesagoza with the shiny Gholdengo.

Wo gave some extra guidelines to Pao. The leopard told him not to worry, as he was quite used to looking after Grasswither and knew where everything was. He became a little less enthusiastic when Wo mentioned how he also had to look after the allotment too.

Soon, everything had been finalized. Wo and Ok bid farewell to Pao. The snail waited for the leopard to go into Grasswither before going to catch up with Oki and putting a vine into his hand.

#luminaflowerfest #pokeask

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

There was something about summer on the savanna that Jimmy found nostalgic.

Some might find that odd, since it wasn't all that different from the summers he was used to in the mesa valley. Tumble Town had the same dry air, the same hot sun, the same settling dust as the windswept biome he still thought of as home. Sure, the savanna had less sand and more soil, and crooked trees dotted the landscape instead of tumbleweed and dried-out bushes, but as far as the seasons went, the two neighboring areas were practically the same.

But it was nostalgia that settled in his chest all the same, thought Jimmy, as he placed one boot on the bottom of a ruined fence and leaned on the top. It wasn't a yearning for the savanna itself, but for the expanse of dry grass before him that had once been carefully-tended fields. It was for the crumbling farmhouse in the distance, now full of cobwebs and the occasional mob where it had once been full of love and laughter. And sometimes, if he let his thoughts wander far enough in the right direction, it was for one particular summer, and one particular visitor.

There was a summer, so many years before that Jimmy couldn't even put a number to it anymore, when a much younger version of himself had been lounging against a tree with a fishing pole dangling in the small struggling river, half dozing in the long stretches of time between bites. He dreamed while he fished, sometimes daydreams and sometimes actual dreams, of all the far-off places he'd never seen. He dreamed of well-traveled roads, of snow-capped mountains and towering cities, of dark, damp swamps and vast endless oceans, and as many people scattered across the world as there were stars in the sky.

His dream of a valley filled with flowers was interrupted by a tug at the end of his line, and Jimmy held perfectly still while he waited to see if the curious fish would latch onto the bait, but there was no more movement and after a few minutes he sighed in resignation. He yawned widely and opened his eyes, lazily scanning the empty horizon that never seemed to change.

Except for today. A flash of color against the brown grass caught his attention, and he jumped to his feet in excitement. "Granddad!" he yelled, sprinting toward the figure that knelt by the flowerbeds lining the house. "Oh crap, my fish - " He doubled back and pulled the stringer out of the water, making sure the two tiny fish he had secured earlier were still attached, then took off toward the house again. "Granddad! There's a person!"

His grandfather turned and lifted the brim of his hat to see a little better, squinting against the sun. "So there is," he said after a moment, "coming this way too from the looks of it." He looked at the line Jimmy held clutched in one hand. "Might as well get those cleaned up for lunch, then. A whole one for our guest, and you and I can split the other."

Jimmy darted inside the house to prepare lunch while the old man moved over toward the pump and made sure it was primed. Jimmy listened while he worked, waiting for the splash of water that meant he wouldn't need to go back to the river to haul buckets instead, and was pleased to hear the slow trickle begin after a few minutes.

He finished preparing the fish and was chopping mushrooms and carrots by the time the traveler made it to the house. "Howdy," he heard his grandfather call, and was disappointed to hear him step forward to meet their visitor away from the porch, out of earshot. He dropped the vegetables in the hot oiled pan, giving them an anxious stir and thinking about peering out the door. He was about to give in to his curiosity when he heard a lighter step on the porch behind his grandfather's heavy tread, and the door opened.

"Hello," said the stranger politely, taking off his hat.

Jimmy's own readied introduction caught in his throat. "Pretty," he breathed out instead, staring into eyes that were the most beautiful blue-green color he'd ever seen in his life. "I mean!" His face colored immediately. "Jimmy! I'm…my name is Jimmy. Hi."

The stranger laughed. "Hello, Jimmy," he said, in a voice with a lilting accent that Jimmy couldn't place, and his chest ached with the thought of how many stories of far-away places the man must have. "I'm Scott."

Next

#strawberry wine by deana carter came up on my playlist and i blacked out and woke up to this in my drafts #gonna call it the farmboy AU for now #i have Plans but it's one a.m. and I'm out of spoons again #flower husbands #empiresshipping #empires shipping #esmp #empires smp #esmp fanfic #farmboy au #file: storm writes things

[blueberry-gills]

🤝 :)

//Aw man here we go >:) Accidentally made this kinda big whoopsie-

//Uh basically since I wasn't really sure I decided to go with Gill hanging out with her sister! She's like...pretty important so uh yeah!! Hope I read that prompt correctly otherwise this'll be really embarrassing 👍👍

Gill knew the Canyon Biome like the back of his hand. He spent most of his free time out here, after all. He could run his hand along the horizon, up and down the cliffs and ravines, imagining the tunnels burrowing down through the granite and twisting around roots. If he could, he’d spend all his time exploring this area.

He breathed in the finely crafted breeze scented with pine needles and sap, staring out over the bridge in front of him. The wooden planks were still wet and slick from the morning’s rainfall, and the cables creaked as the wind rocked them back and forth. The chasm below was teeming with wild Pokémon dancing along the gravel shore and enjoying the sunny sky. You’d hardly believe this place was all artificial. Except for the gridlines in the sky and the platforms in the distance, of course.

Gill smiled and patted Spice’s back. The Flygon chirruped in reply with a grin, leaning into his touch. On Gill’s shoulder, Sizzle perked up and leaned forward with her jaw agape. Gill gave her a little pat on the head, too.

“…Why don’t we call it quits?”

“Hm?” Gill looked over at her sister, arms crossed and scowling. She scoffed and pulled her hair back.

“I’m saying, can’t we just have a picnic here?” Susanne swept out her arms to gesture to the landing around them.

“There’s barely any room, though,” Gill pointed out. “And packed dirt isn’t very comfortable to sit on.”

“But we have chairs.”

“Not for all our Pokémon.”

Susanne shook her head and sighed. “Alright, fair point. So why don’t we just call a taxi?”

“Do you just…not want to cross the bridge?” Gill frowned. “Susanne, it’s secure. It’s not going to break on you.”

“Yeah, but look at it! It’s slippery!” Susanne glared at him. “I don’t want to slip and fall. Not everyone's as reckless as you, you know!”

“I'm not reckless. That’s why I have Spice out!” Gill rubbed Spice’s head. “He can catch me if I trip.”

“…Tch. Well- he better catch me, too!” Susanne growled, but stalked off towards the bridge regardless.

The four of them meandered along, Spice hovering overhead to make sure none of them slipped. Sizzle dug her claws into Gill’s shoulder, making her wince just a bit. She wouldn’t say anything, though. Sizzle was probably just scared.

Speaking of. Despite being supposedly terrified just a moment before, Susanne had no problem picking up conversation.

“You never told me where you got a Salandit, by the way,” she piped up.

“Hm? I thought I did!” Gill replied. “I got her from someone on that site.”

“Yeah, I don’t buy that. Especially since you said she’s from…”

“An alternate dimension?”

“Yeah, that. No way that’s the truth.”

“I beg to differ,” Gill hummed. Sizzle made a noise that almost sounded like a laugh.

“Mhm. Sure. Did you travel back to Paldea to get her or something? Without me?”

“I haven’t left the campus since the start of the school year. I thought you knew that?”

“Tch…fine! Keep your secrets.”

“I’m not keeping anything from you, Susanne.”

“As if.”

Gill sighed and walked on. Sizzle dug her claws in deeper.

-=-

“Why’d you want to hang out with me, anyway?”

A little blunt, but it got the point across.

They had eventually gotten a picnic table set up in a small clearing (after braving some more steep inclines and blocky platforms, much to Susanne’s dismay). Their Pokémon were milling around, playing with toys and exploring their surroundings, while Gill and Susanne opted to stay by the table and prepare sandwiches. Susanne’s Whimsicott and Pepper eagerly leaned over their shoulders while they pulled out all their ingredients.

Susanne looked up from her half-finished sandwich, scowling. “What?” she snapped. “Am I not allowed to hang out with my brother?”

“Y-You are! It’s just…you don’t do it often.” Gill tugged at her jacket’s collar.

“Uh, yeah. I know that. That’s why I’m doing it now.” Susanne replied. “I don’t have an ulterior motive, Gillian.”

“Mm.” Gill doubted that. Susanne Monet wasn’t the type of person to do something that didn’t benefit her.

“Seriously, I’m not lying. I just wanted to check up on you.”

…Hm.

And how, exactly, did that benefit her?

Gill bit his lip and went back to sandwich making. Something to chew on, he guessed. Pepper snickered and tugged at the tablecloth.

“Why? ‘m doing fine.” He grabbed the bag of whipped cream and squeezed some onto his bread. “Just, uh, doing schoolwork…haha…”

“You’re still interested in the BB League, right? Made any progress on that?” Susanne propped her elbows up on the table.

“Nope. Not really…”

Gill neglected to mention that he did visit the clubroom last week. He poked his head inside and looked around. Ran away as soon as he spotted the Elite Four, but. Better than most attempts.

“Hm. What about just training in general?” Susanne looked Gill in the eye. “You’ve been keeping up with that?”

Oh. So that’s what this is. She’s just checking to see if Gill got any stronger. Probably hoping to challenge him to a match later. Well, she was about to be sorely disappointed.

“No…I’ve been really busy. With…uh, other classes. And stuff.” Gill rubbed her neck. “Um.”

“Oh.” Susanne clicked her tongue. She leaned back, stopping to stroke her Whimsicott’s head. “Hmph.”

Gill sighed and reached for the strawberries.

They spent a few minutes in silence as Gill arranged the fruit in neat rows. He gave a couple to Sugar when she meandered over.

“I don’t know why you bother with that club,” Susanne declared suddenly. “It’s not like it’s a real league or anything.”

“It looks good on resumes,” Gill offered. Susanne rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and you know what else looks good? Good grades. You don’t need to join that play-pretend club just to boost your GPA. Yours is fine already.”

Gill ignored that last part. “It’s not just a ‘play-pretend’ thing. A lot of people there are plenty strong.” Like the Elite Four.

“Yeah, but everyone there who’s barely a challenge still uses Mono type teams like wannabe Gym Leaders. One Flip Turn from Palafin, and that’s it for that fire boy’s team.”

I don’t know if that’s the case. But Gill didn’t want to argue semantics with her, so she just shrugged.

“And that Kieran kid? Arc, don’t even get me started on him,” Susanne fed a bit of lettuce to Whimsicott, who eagerly gobbled it up. “The guy just typed in ‘best Pokémon to use in doubles’ in Sligoogle and took the first six that showed up. I bet I could take him, no problem.”

Gill didn’t know whether to chalk this up to Susanne’s ego talking, or if he actually believed she had a chance against the Champion.

“Why don’t you try?” he asked, putting the finishing touches on his sweet sandwich. He cursed as he knocked the plastic knife off the table.

“Because,” Susanne said as Gill bent down, “I don’t want to deal with all that! I’d either have to sign up for the Club or ‘formally request a match’-“ that bit was said with air-quotes, “-and it would take too long! Besides, I don’t need to fight him to know I could beat him.”

…Sounds to me you’re scared of losing, she remarked internally.

Gill stood back up, dusting off her pants. “Sounds like you have some opinions,” she remarked aloud instead.

“Sure. But if you want to join them, I won’t stop you,” Susanne said. “If that’s what you wanna do.”

Gill shrugged and took a bite of his sandwich.

Sweet.

...A little too sweet, if he was being honest.

Maybe cut back on the strawberries.

-=-

“Oh. Before I forget.”

They were in one of Blueberry's numerous, plain white hallways, painfully bland and empty. Gill looked over his shoulder.

Susanne reached into her bag, rummaging through it and cursing, before pulling out something wrapped in crumpled tissue paper.

“Here.” She held out the lump. “For you.”

“Er…” Gill gulped, delicately taking the thing and cradling it in his hands. “…What is it?”

“A gift! Saw it at the school store. Thought you’d like it,” Susanne replied with a grin. “Go on, unwrap it!”

Gill did so. She gently peeled back the tissue layer by layer, eventually revealing a pair of red-tinted goggles with green accents.

They were too small for her…and Susanne wasn’t the kind to give out accessories…so…

“…Safety Goggles?” he stammered.

“Uh, yeah.” Susanne nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Aren’t you messing around with Flygon using Sandstorm? Well, give those to your Alcremie! It won’t take chip damage now.”

“Oh. You’re. You’re right.” Gill held the goggles up to the light. “Thanks. I’ll use them for sure.”

Sugar’s holding an Air Balloon right now, but…I can make it work. Probably. Not like that Earthquake strategy is working out, anyway…

“Glad you like it!” Susanne laughed. She clapped a hand on Gill’s shoulder. “Now, I gotta go. Thanks for the picnic. See you in Tera Strats tomorrow!”

She waved, not looking behind her, and rounded a corner.

Gill was alone yet again.

…

He looked down at his gift.

Everything’s about battling with her. Down to the gifts she gives.

Gill sighed.

Of course.

Humming to himself, Gill spun the goggles around his finger and kept on walking.

#ask game #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #//Yippee perfect time for me to get anxious about my writing </3/hj #//also uh didn't really read through this so sorry if there's any spelling mistakes etc. ^-^

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

"Neat. Gonna catch me some later. I got some Pokemon living in the forest around my house, they could use more company." He had a sizable property, and a lot of pokemon that lived there. He wonders if he should tell her about the other Paradox Pokemon he has with him, an Iron Valiant, but decides to hold off on that for now. "Well...I'll scan that orb before we leave then." Jawbreaker all but jumps into the water, startling away some bird and fish Pokemon. He pays them no mind, although he does snag a Tentacool in his jaws and swallows it after crushing it. ".....I guess he was hungry." He takes an Ultra Ball from his satchel, and sends out his shiny Gyarados, Rampage. The Atrocious pokemon glances around, confused about his surroundings before turning around and spotting his trainer. "Hey big guy!" Rampage leans down to nudge Donovan affectionately, almost knocking him down. "I know, I know. I'm sorry it's been so long Red."

It was better not to tell her about the paradox pokemon considering she was still scarred from Area Zero. That being said, she gave a nod to his decision on catching more pokemon. "Have at it, i'm going to just take a walk with Lucky. I'll let you know when it's time to head into the reunion."

Upon seeing the large Gyarados, Ashe can't help but smile. She got along just fine with Vivian, so there was no fear from her on the behemoth that he called 'Rampage'... however, seeing Jawbreaker catch a Tentacool and lazily chomp on it, she flinches just a bit. "Try not to eat all the pokemon, Jawbreaker!" She calls, if only to remind him there were kids who hadn't yet been tainted by the harshness of life.

With that said, Lucky took her hand and led her away to walk the beaches of the Coastal Biome. Many familiar pokemon laid here, almost reminding her of the Aether Foundation to some degree. Seeing some Popplio with their mother Primarina nearby brought a smile to her face and stopping to admire the Alolan Exeggutor for as weird as they were being happy had her smiling as well. Alola had always been a good place for her so all Alolan pokemon were welcome sights.

#skullboneandunown #ashe ;; ic

[nyxlarkyn]

How I Think Episode 5 Will Play Out

I think we'll see Jaune this episode hunting RWBY down via orders of the Red Prince.

Return fight of Yang x Jabberwalker.

More of Neo

And RWBY going to the market and the Caterpillar.

When the first thing shown in episode 4 was this piece that looked like a broken bloodied sword. I immediately thought this was foreshadowing that we're going to see Jaune this episode or the next. We didn't see him in 4, but after being offended the Red Prince sends the Rusted Knight after the girls. Who they will meet in episode 5 at the Lilypad night market.

This is the first episode we get not starting out with at least one of the girls on screen. It will start with the Red Prince sending his guards and Rusted Knight after RWBY.

Or it will continue with where the story last cut off with Neo and the Jabberwalker. Maybe the first part of the episode will focus on both before the question comes up where is Ruby and co?

Then cut to where the girls are at:

We are barely able to see that the girls are still tiny, and Ruby is now following the Curious Cat to this casino esque Lilypad Night Market. Now I don't know if this is where we will first see the girls.

There might be a discussion about returning Wiess and Bees back into their normal size. To which the cat will lead them to the Caterpillar in the mushroom forest.

First, they will have to go through the market, which is right before entering the forest. Either they are going there to look for Crescent Rose, an important item, and/or to restock on supplies they have been shown to be low on.

We know this place is the Lilypad because the pillar holding the pads up are the same along with the roof being part of the pad. The background also shows the forest and glowing plants and shrooms.

(Another interesting detail is that some of the stall's signs show the tree. I highlighted em with green dots.)

The Blacksmith with have her stall set up here:

The opening makes it appear she's set up in the night market, we see the plants akin to the mushroom biome, we may even see Jinxy again. (Could set the Rusted Knight after Rwby for ruining his auction)

Now here is an opportunity for Ruby to gain a new weapon. But chances of seeing another one of Penny's swords is highly likely. Turning up, as someone coined it, "a bad penny" Which could cause an outburst from Ruby if someone tried to forge a new weapon of what she has left of her friend. Ruby could be the one to cause a scene to gain the attention of the Jabberwalker and/or the Rusted Knight. (I'm unsure who We'll see first.)

Let's say they meet the Jabberwalker first.

The sky is the same as the markets and we can see a sign in the background, but I am just realizing Yang is not bite sized. . . .

However, another thing I noticed is that in this shot the Jabberwalker has some pink glimmers around him. Could be Neo using their likeness after meeting them at the end of episode 4. That or she managed to get them on her side via violence or shared dislike towards Ruby. Leaning more towards this being a shadow clone. (Maybe rwby return to the market after changing back.) Ruby causing a scene is a great way to grab Neo's attention.

I thought perhaps Ruby making a scene or Yang fighting Jabby would draw Rusted Knights attention and that would be when we see him gallop into frame:

Because the Jackalope is running through the market. We see the stalls with food and glowing plants in the background.

Interesting detail is that the ground is dirt here like the scene with the JubJub? bird? The Knight could be chasing the bird and RWBY just gets a glance at him and not even realize its him. The Knight could be looking for them as well.

They seem to be running in the forest in the opening and in the trailer. Either from the knight and/or the Jabberwalker.

Ruby appears to be running, WBY is still little and in her hood, and the Curious Cat follows close behind in the trees.

But then:

a pile of leaves blocks their path, and they meet the Caterpiller.

Who leads them to his house. Wby is still small. I believe the Caterpillar is gonna be the key to giving them their size back as a nod to the one in Alice and Wonderland. Here he will give them advice, most likely focusing on Ruby. As I theorized before he will also play a key role in Wiess development this volume as well. (Due to a caterpillar being present in Wiess V3 training sesh with Winter)

The episode will end when they get to the place in the picture above. Episode 6 will focus on what advice/drugs he gives our heroines and where they go from there.

#rwby spoiler tag #rwby #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #rwby analysis #rwby theory #rwby volume 9

[bananacakepie]

Oh my gosh, I will never get over the life series.

I’ve been seeing a lot of character designs for the Life Series characters, and started thinking about how the clothing would relate to the biome’s environment.

In third life despite the “winter is coming” threats, everything seems vaguely warm. There’s a desert, there’s a swamp, there’s a flower field, the village looks to be in a plains biome- they all point to varying degrees of warmth in the area. Ren’s declaration of winter would have been terrifying, a human defying the state of the world. My guess is that the weather would have caused quite a bit of sweating, and when Ren’s immortal sacrifice took place a chill would have settled on the land, forcing the players to bundle up. Their clothes would initially all be airry and loose and light, made to keep them from over heating. Then in the middle of session 5, people suddenly find themselves in need of thicker clothing. Everything is going against the weather that they had prepared themselves for: a warm spring (warm for the hotter biomes in the world, and it taking place from April 20 to June 8). Blankets and cloaks are hastily thrown over oufits, and rags are stuffed in between the armor plates, all to stay warm. The swamp and desert are still warm, but noticeably less so. It’s inhabitants carry warm garments for when they leave the warmpth. Even the red army finds themselves afflicted by this, all but one are left shivering: Ren. He effortlessly kills, unburdened with suddenly heavy clothes, and unaffected by the weather. The chill remains as a wind after his death.

Then comes Last Life. I noticed a lot of mountains, forests, and rivers. This time the world is cold and rocky. I would assume people would lean towards tight, thick clothing that could keep them warm without tripping them up. Everyone has some of that clothing. If it weren’t for the warnings in chat, you could tell that someone had recently died and respawned due to their shivering and lack of coat. When an ally turns red, you bury their coat. No need to keep them warm anymore. With the sourounding weather and woods, the thick padded clothing provids a lot of advantages… unless you fall in the river. They would freeze and have to remove the coat, while still wet. Just dipping in a finger will give you the chills. The biting weather could reate to the real life weather at the time, started right before the start of autumn, and ending in a chilly month (September 21 to November 16).

Then comes Double Life. Lot of hills, flowers, very smooth. One or two rivers, cliffs, very green(was that an accidental joke?). I think we’re back to warm balmy weather, but it’s not crazy hot like third life, just nice, and warm, and lazy. Fits in with the real life dates of the game going from late spring to early summer (June 17 to July 22). Everyone traversing the deep dark would have created an urge to wear darker clothing, or carry a dark cover to better blend in in the dark, cold cavern. No one seemed that fond of the rivers, so the clothes probably aren’t accommodating of them.

well? What do you think the life series season specific clothing would be like?

#third life #third life smp #last life #last life smp #double life smp #double life #clothing #life series #headcanon #trafficblr #traffic life smp