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howlingday · 9 months
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Pokémon Au
Crocea Mors: Why are all of you in this class room is there a meeti-
Pokémon(Next to board with who Jaune should date with a lot of bets):....
Executioner(flips a different board behind him hiding that they were also betting on if or when he date Myrtenaster)
StormFlower: Before you get mad
Crocea Mors: To late
StormFlower: Yeah..... that's fare.
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Crocea Mors had seen many a thing in his centuries of life. If he had a can of polish for every time someone made a betting pool on his trainer's dating life, he'd... well technically, Jaune would have two cans of polish. Not a lot, but still strange that it occurred twice. Stranger still was his first time seeing one was in his Honedge days with his first trainer.
Even stranger that this was the first time he had seen an attempt at his love life. He had no children to speak of, save for his "raising" of Jaune to be something beyond an embarrassment. The thought of his own eggs crossed his mind, but were succinctly dismissed shortly after. He had no time for Honedge training.
'What is going on here?' Myrtenaster floated in with Shelly walking by her side.
'Foolishness.' Crocea Mors replied.
'What else is new?' Shelly rolled her eyes. 'Jaune's training us for the big tournament coming up. You in?'
'Another time. I can't be expected to hold his hand the entire time.'
'Whatever. No scuff on my shell.' Shelly left.
'If you're not leaving, may I join you?'
The air was thick and tense with baited breath. Everyone watched the Ghost-Types, and were not unnoticed by Crocea Mors. He sighed.
'I'd rather be alone for now.'
'Of course.' The Froslass smiled before floating off swiftly. 'Arc, no! Put that down!'
'As for the rest of you...' The thickly tense air suddenly felt cold as the eye of fury was cast upon them. 'I believe proper education is in order.'
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The Longest Memory passed by a classroom where Ozpin stood in confusion.
"Who cleaned in here? I've never seen it look as if it were brand new."
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khaopybara · 24 days
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#FK1stFMinBrazil
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ask-granite-pillars · 2 months
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[TRANSMISSION REQUEST INBOUND. PARTICIPANTS: Ten Ounces Of Enriched Egg White (ADMIN, URAD), Unit of Radioactive Decay, Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands] [Live Broadcast] URAD: Hello? Is this reaching you? URAD: Your communications towers appear to be somewhat degraded. it took several tries to- TEN OUNCES (crosstalk, from out of frame): You degrade my efforts! Several tries and me fixing the formatting, as well. URAD: Several tries and my administrator's assistance in order to get a signal through. Your upkeep seems to be rather neglected, group senior. But I expect that it would be quite difficult to keep one of your age running in the first place. I am told that I should keep an amiable relationship with my group's senior, but I believe that Ten Ounces was more enthusiastic to meet you than I. TEN OUNCES (faint, from out of frame): Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands is the oldest surviving iterator, and it would be an honor to learn anything she might still have in her archives. URAD (directed towards indeterminate point to left of frame): As has been true for the past twelve times you have mentioned this. URAD: Truthfully, I do not know what value there is that I can gain from this, besides simply being aware of those above me on my local group's chain of command, but Ten Ounces was quite insistent that we at least try now that your communications are back online- TEN OUNCES (crosstalk, from out of frame): (undecipherable) TEN OUNCES: (very low voice, from bottom corner of frame): Don't say that to your group senior! URAD: -and so, here we are. Hello. I am Unit of Radioactive Decay. It is nice to meet you.
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Oh, I remember this broadcast very well! We met (properly, at least- I did work on their genome and construction plans before they were activated fully) long after I had already grown obsolete. Unit of Radioactive Decay is the second-oldest in our local group, and I consider us to be good friends, research partners, and distant neighbors.
[BROADCAST TRANSCRIPT]
GP: Do I know you?
GP: Silent Embrace of Leaves? Is that you?
URAD: Your name data appears to be out of date.
URAD: To a nearly comical degree.
URAD: As of four thousand, three hundred, and twenty-six cycles ago, it is Unit of Radioactive Decay.
GP: Oh. 
GP: It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen you last- my apologies.
GP: It’s a pleasure to meet you once more!
GP: Have you been doing well?
TEN OUNCES: Um.
URAD: Have you been maintained... at all... in the cycles since you were constructed?
GP: Ha!
GP: Not much, these days! 
GP: I’m far out of date, as you can undoubtedly tell.
URAD: It shows.
GP: Would you believe that I put in a request for the repair of my communications systems over a thousand cycles ago?
GP: And yet, here I am, as my communications remain in this tragic state… my greatest gratitudes to your administrator for managing to connect us at all!
URAD: Your administrators sound very inefficient. Are you sure that you have technicians? If your memories are in the state they seem to be, you may have been sending your requests to the inbox of someone who has already moved on.
URAD: You should check your active staff. It would be very inefficient to make your current administrators comb through the emails of their predecessors.
GP: Perhaps I should...
GP: Ah, it's such a hassle to deal with seasonal administrators.
GP: I was never meant to have to deal with a city, and you'd think my administrators would be able to work around that...
GP: Sigh.
[The broadcast continues for some time as iterators Granite Pillars Stained By Statuesque Memories Of A Thousand Hands and Unit Of Radioactive Decay continue to exchange words.]
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doortotomorrow · 5 months
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SHIPS IN THE SPOTLIGHT : memori edition husband and wife
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violinist-rachel · 6 months
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atomicpirateperson · 2 days
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so I realized that around this time of the year is already past my 1 year anniversary of being hyperfixated on Rob?? time flies
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this is the timeline of how it happened according to some vague memories:
1. i happen to see some random video of The Rerun on like, YouTube I think
2. me: hmm i think that one eyed guy is giving some real gender envy– wait. oh no. its happening. he's the new Chosen One, isn't he
3. im not hyperfixated im not hyperfixated im not–
4. I AM SO FUCKING HYPERFIXATED I LOVE ROB FROM TAWOG HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!
5. rob is a major part of my life and my headspace now. i couldn't stop if I tried, because some part of my brain views him as an actual close friend, and therefore abandoning this hyperfixation would feel extremely cruel. i would never do that to him and therefore he will be my imaginary bestie/adoptive son forever. i will never grow out of it. i am perfectly okay with that
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justplaggin · 2 months
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« to the stray dogs »
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firestorm09890 · 7 months
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"Looks like I have enough."
Day 2 of definitely following the khtober prompts properly - keyblade
It's such a shame that the part of the fight where Zexion copies Riku's sword and then wrecks shop with it himself isn't a scripted thing and is completely avoidable if you're actually good at the game because it's cool as fuck and everyone needs to know it's a thing that can happen
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utilitycaster · 3 months
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it is very funny to me that clerics rely on the stat that provides good insight, because, and I say this as someone who goes regularly to a place of worship and generally enjoys it, reading the room is not necessarily a qualification for the job
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pnfoutofcontext · 10 months
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roitaminnah · 1 year
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they make me so sick i'm sick i'm violently ill <333 (pee and ketchup sketchdump i mentioned the other day. thumbs up emoji)
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howlingday · 1 year
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Pokemon AU To Ozpin years can go by in the blink of an eye but few moments stand out in his life the first time he meet Salem, his first incarnation, his kids, his mission, but he remembers for one day when reality itself allowed no bad act to occur the day when one Jaune arc was born.
Ozma stood in the center of the forest. This strange Pokémon Salem had told him about so long ago now stood before him, a smile on their face. They reshaped their form to make a match with his own, reaching out with all too simlar hands for him. Ozma would never forget this meeting with Bela'Arc
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Ozpin shook away at the thump in the shared ride with Ironwood. He held a hand to the wall, steadying himself in the event of further turbulence. James gave him a glare.
"Sorry to disturb your nap," he scowled, "but it seems your roads have been damaged since we last moved along them."
"Glynda?" Ozpin called to his assistant.
"Yes, sir?"
"What's going on out there?"
"It seems there was a battle, sir." Ozpin gazed out the window to the massive tear that devastated the landscape outside. "A very big one, sir."
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"Eon!" The Longest Memory called as they ran beside Ozma. The school was not far now, but it seems the battle reached even here. They sensed beings evacuating the premises in an odd direction; two humans and a Pokémon.
Ozma mumbled as he continued to push himself into the school. He called out to the students and faculty, calling them to retreat. When questioned, he barked for them to hurry. Glynda guided students with the other faculty.
They flinched at the sudden surge of power in the distance. There was a very familiar presence, ancient and powerful, and one much older, much more benevolent than the other. Grimm and Bela'Arc.
"Esp!" Ozma looked to his oldest friend, and then followed their matched gaze. He nodded, and the two ran for the clashing powers. Both prayed they made it in time.
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"WHY WON'T YOU KNEEL?!" Cinder roared as Midnight slashed at the imposter again, only for it to be knocked back again. She ground her teeth in rage. "WORTHLESS! GET UP AND CAPTURE THAT-!"
Before she could finish, her head was caught in Bela'Arc's grasp. She flailed and struggled as the Salazzle claws grew and expanded until the digits fused together into one massive shell containing Cinder. As she thrashed and screamed, her movements became slower and her breathing more ragged until the former stopped entirely.
As she fell to the cold, wet earth, Midnight rushed to her Trainer's aid. She glared from above her master's unconscious body. Bela'Arc called out, but was answered by a scornful hiss. Before the conversation could continue, the black ichor of Grimm then approached the Salazzle and her keeper, before swallowing the two and escaping to the horizon.
Bela'Arc made their way to Jaune, examining the good friend. There was a soft rumble of pleasure coming from the Friend, and they lifted their champion from the mud. They then stopped after reaching for his Pokémon.
"Hello, again." Bela'Arc turned to find the oldest of them all watching him. "It's been too long."
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"Could I get another tissue box, please?" Jaune asked from his bed. After fighting that crazy lady, he whited out and woke up back in his room. His head throbbed and his nose leaked mucus, catching an inevitable cold.
"Coming right up!" Nora called as she rushed out of the room.
"Do you need more soup?" Ren asked, wearing latex gloves and a face mask.
"No, I'm fine." Jaune said. "How's everyone else?"
"Well," Ren turned to small Pokémon, all of whom were by his bedside, "they're here for you."
"Just like I'd do for thah... thah... AH-CHOO!" Jaune sniffed and groaned. "I wish I wasn't like this. Everybody else is probably worried sick about me."
"I don't know about worried," Pyrrha said, "but..."
"KICHOO!"
"Aw~! You sneezed like a Litten!"
"Shuddup, Ruby!"
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catabibaz0n · 11 months
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Melancholy? in my robots!? it’s more likely than you think.
<Previous -first- next>
Lyrics are from the song VOID by Melanie Martinez.
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rainbowsky · 10 months
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Everyone is probably being trolled again.
Just a reminder to everybody who is eagerly awaiting The Longest Wait Promise, The Youth Memories is currently airing and is an excellent drama. In fact the drama, GG and GG's character have all topped the popularity and viewing charts for June, and it is one of the top dramas of 2023 so far.
If you are really eager to see GG in a role that allows his talent to shine, give The Youth Memories a try. It is available on WeTV.
Edit: The Longest Promise begun airing. Schedule can be found here.
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doortotomorrow · 7 months
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MEMORI: three years since becoming endgame
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little1005village · 7 months
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⚖️ Happy Birthday, 19911005! ⚖️
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