As we celebrate the launch of a new Pokemon game, I'd like to take a moment before we all dive in to honour the fallen. Because yes, some of us here have indeed gone to the world beyond this one, in the time I've been in the community.
Today, I learnt that one of us, @blueespeon, has passed away.
I thank @inja-eevee for letting us all know.
While I did not know the mod well, I knew them to be a wonderful writer, and someone who participated in the community with great enthusiasm. They were always kind and generous, and a wonderful person.
I sincerely hope that their friends and family are doing okay in this time, and I hope that they know that Bader was greatly appreciated in this small corner of the internet.
Rest in Peace, Bader. May you be welcomed with loving arms to the world beyond.
(So, this means I've got to do something for it. I do just want to say a huge thank you to everyone who is following. I never thought it'd be possible for me to get this far with my silly, little Absol but here we are. I can't express my gratitude enough. It makes me happy knowing people like my stuff enough to follow. Guess I must be doing something right!
Art/design raffle!
Here's the dealio. 1 entry is one reblog. Another entry is a comment on this post telling me which character is your favourite and why (this can be across all of the blogs). So that's two entries in total.
Winners will be drawn 6th April using the ✨ magical random wheel generator ✨. There will be 1 winner. If you win, you get either a piece of art of a character you want drawn or you can ask me to design a character for you.
Some examples of artwork and designs to give you a little idea of what the vibe will be for what you get:
Artwork - A fully shaded piece of an oc of your choice - Half body.
Design - A design for you to do whatever you want with it.
Good luck everyone! And again, thank you all dearly! Your support means everything to me!)
Gwen approached Zhen, but not as she looked normally. She was trying her best to appear human using hard light. Her best for this still sucks. All her proportions are off, with one stand out was her eyes bulging from her head and her legs were inhumanly wide. “I know you can disguise your as a human. How are you doing it? I know my power is different from yours but maybe some tricks you use I could try to apply.”
He snorted and bursted into a fit of laughter. The tension and fatigue from his restless sleep washed away as his face grew flushed. “Oh gods! That's too good! You did try, I can say that but it came out so wrong. You need to stop,” Zhen said, motioning her to stop. “You can get stuck that way and never come out normal again.”
Even Caelus snorted at the display, a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
“This trick is really easy. You're a Psychic type so it should come even easier to you. It's all up here.” He pointed to his head with a broad grin. “You focus on the image of what you want to be and bam, you're it.”
The magic behind it all, he struggled to think about it; coming up with an explanation was even harder. He was never the teaching type, saving that for Ginjiro instead. It was natural to assume this image he conjured up. It was the same each time -energy welled up inside, simmering in his gut beforehand as his frame wavered, a flare of flames engulfing his figure before coming that of the image he thought of.
“It's not more complicated than that,” he shrugged. “Maybe you aren't the creative type, no offense. Try not to focus too hard on it or you'll make it harder on yourself. The more you force it, the more it'll try to snap back against you like a uh…” -he snapped his fingers- “ a rubber band! Yeah.”
Gwen is glad that her failure made the old man, and scary dragon laugh. It always felt great to be the punch line, instead of delivering it. The absolute best feeling. So cool.
"Thanks for the tip. I guess," Gwen dispels her illusion. While she does not appreciate the jab at her expense, the bird man is not wrong. "You two get to feel better, and I get to be mocked."
At least it is not without a decent bit of advice, yet it comes with a potential dig at her "lack of creativity". Even if he is wrong about her getting mode locked, the bird did nail on Gwen's lack of creativity.
Thankfully, there is one thing the merc is good at: making the best out of limitations.
"I am not sure how a psychic in your head would do this, but I am not a normal psychic. Not for my species at least."
While not out of insecurity, she feels no obligation to be upfront with her limitations. Just talking about why she does not have any of the cosmic related powers of her species, or her lack of telepathy, just opened up the chance for that to be used against her later.
Just a demonstration to show what she is capable of when locks in would be enough. She is hoping simultaneously they would be smart enough to catch why she is trying full body, and not catch the issue. Either way, it all will be on these old bastards.
Gwen brings a single hand to her face, allowing flesh colored 'pixels' to creep on her face.
As the pixels finished Gwen's 'metamorphosis' into a normal looking human woman, the 'pixels' move their way down her fingers right to where the glove ends.
"The way I do this is that I use a series of small light screens to form a construct of whatever I want across my face. This is difficult for most psychics that are not the latis, but if you keep it to a certain area, you can make it look good without hogging all of your energy."
Two different feet shift in the sand. The smaller steps leave a lighter footprint with three toe claws, while the heavier do leave formal, let slightly bigger fox paw pads. These were the footprints of Piko, and Haines respectively. Two criminals that have a hand in controlling the Arcadium Underground. One was the child soldier turned enforcer, and the other was a soldier turned mafya boss.
“So this is the place.” Haines gestures toward the beach in front of them. A healthy mixture of humans, and Pokemon. All of this is not out of the ordinary for her, as she had to interact with both at different points of their lives. It is Piko she was more concerned for now.
I honestly did not expect the amount of humans around here to be so high. I know she does not hate humans, but maybe it is too late to not go back. I do not want Piko to feel miserable even during this retreat.
“Place looks nice, Haines. William was not kidding about this place being nice. I’m interested to see what this ‘Magi Retreat’ really means. You think it has something to do with magic?”
As if to answer her own question, three bright lights in the sky descend at an alarming speed, clearly not something that should normally happen in a night sky. Intergalactic pokemon notwithstanding.
No…I cannot begin to fathom how she is feeling. That specific type of falling light. I need to make sure Haines is good.
Confirming what seems to be the worst, Haines just stands there. Completely rigid, almost at attention, her breathing grinding to barely a breath every 45 seconds. It was not too late for them to go back home. Call the trip a bust, and find something else to do.
“Now I am interested. Those lights did not come with a sound. It might be some kind of light show,” Now, Haines looks perfectly calm. Her breathing is back to normal now, and what could constitute a smile is on her face. “Let’s go and see what that is about, and what exactly the Magi are.”
“Y-yeah. I think it will be good for both of us! Been a while since we did something together that was not work related,” Piko did her best to sound happy and upbeat about it. Except, it is all just a mask to how she was really feeling.
Her normal depression and self loathing remained, only now with a thin layer of anxiety. Haines is just as masked up, except hers are the anger and now anxiety she has from those three lights. Neither realize it, but both are perfectly attuned. This is bone deep, even to their final thoughts.
“I do not want to ruin this for her.”
(Haines and Piko have arrived at the Magi Retreat)
Can we get Woman yelling at a cat meme starting Rimi yelling and Noelle was near her with Lief being a cat. (Make sure they wear their sleepover outfits)
(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons for girls + @ask-team-misfit for Lief, also I hope it's okay)
first of all, thank you so much to send in the refs too! :D
Wo @ Grohl: "I have seen pictures of Tangrowth, but I haven't met one face to face. Could I get to know more about what you are...and I can write down what you tell me? I understand if I cannot do that. Oh, and forgive me for the lack of introductions - I go by Wo-Chien, or just 'Wo', and...I hope that my presence didn't scare you, I really don't mean to make anyone feel that way.."
Never saw a tangrowth? Grohl had never seen whatever this snail is before. While it being a grass type was obvious, the 'shell' only confused the tangrowth. This gave Grohl pause, but also it gave him an excuse to adjust his IV bag which was hooked into his back.
“Yeah sure…” why was this mon just asking about his species? He was not above asking these kinds of questions, but at least there was a general grasp as to what the other asking pokemon is.
“To start with, I am a plant based pokémon, so I do not have bones like a good amount of others in my line,” Grohl brought a finger to his ‘face’, scratching it so an audible soft rustling could be heard.
"The closest thing I have to a skull is my face here. The way I can describe it is that, behind this black moss, is a seed that houses my consciousness. That seed also forms a network of more seeds that forms these vines that I am covered with.”
Despite the IV bag hooked into his back, the tangrowth still managed to extend his arm and slam the ground with his arm, leaving a fist sized impact, which caused him to wince. IV bag takes no prisoners.
“I won’t show off the more inventive stuff I can do with my vines, because I don't come off like I am being a show-off...also my doctor says to cut that kind of thing down for now."
There was one thing Grohl forgot to address. What was this mon anyway?
"You don't scare me by the way I'm just...I don't want to say I'm baffled, but I have never seen any pokemon like you before. What are you exactly?"
(This blog operates as if the Paradox Pokemon and the Four Treasures are new phenomena and are not widely known to the public yet.)
A pokeball rattles in her pocket. Oh, Poseidon! You want to walk with us? She releases the inteleon, who trails behind slightly.
When he’s approached he hardly looks startled.
The inteleon chuckles at the comment, Thank you, my friend! He glances upwards to make sure the two trainers are within eyesight, and then back at the hawlucha.
It has nothing to do with my region of origin, it is simply a skin condition known as vitiligo. Something to do with the amount of melanin in it, I believe.
He pauses for a second. But I do appreciate the complements nonetheless!
Okay why not let's give Romeo a try with the weapon meme
Weapon Name: Indentured Reach
A servant had long been taken from its home by a cruel baron. Watching half of his family being slaughtered, and being separated from its remaining family crushed their spirit.
The baron made it a point to constantly crush the servants will. What the baron did not take into account was the servant's own ingenuity, hardened to ruthlessness at the baron’s hand.
Over the years, the servant manipulated members of the baron’s own family and colleagues into a number of feuds and backstabbing. The servant put off the last of kin until the final fall.
Long after the servant slayed its master, it found itself watching the master’s last of kin, unable to bring the child harm. Despite all the manipulation and set up for this escape, the servant could never escape this family. The servant cannot be fully free.
Description: a Liquid Metal gauntlet that can be shaped and manipulated by the user’s mind.
Cannelle hesitates for a moment before approaching Delasol. "Hey," she says, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. "My connections say that you know Lenox..." She grimaces, and continues, "They also say that you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company. I don't know what happened, but... I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox." (@/teammaxvolume)
A young voice like that instinctively caused the dusknoir to look at the-
"She's like-"
Everything before the specter is aflame. In her left hand a young girl, and pancham cub likely less than 10. The cub is held over a portal, ready to fall through. Or cut, as shown by the remains of what was the severed head of her aunt. She is desperately struggling to escape.
My connections say that you know Lenox.
In between the desperate sobs and crying out for the cub's mom or dad, one name stands out.
"Len!"
The portal closes. The screams of the child are silenced, like a tape being stopped.
The dusknoir trembles. "How? How does this child know that name?"
...you've been on some kind of revenge spree for people connected to her company.
Dropping the corpse of the dead child, Dela just looks down in horror at what she has done. This could not continue. Just kill Risa and go home. No one else needed to die unless they were attacked. All they had to do was-
Keep moving. These people are all connected to Risa. They are less than pokemon. They only exist for her ends. Their fear and despair are fake. Make Risa realize we know her deception.
A second wind gathers in the dusknoir. Her lover is right. These people in this village, this child, this hawlucha, are not real. Their lives only exist for Risa's benefit. What is one or two more?
Following Keenan's orders has done well for them thus far. They know best. They loved her when no human would love her again.
I want to know if you intend on going after Lenox.
Snapping back to the present, the former human looked back at the pancham. Tears formed in the dusknoirs eye. Why does this child know Lenox? Is this some punishment for her actions a decade ago.
"I...I don't...know. Lenox is..." the phantom could not take this anymore. She snuck into the ground and moved away as fast as she could from the cub.
Breathing felt hard. Her vision was blurring. Dela was desperately holding in her sobs. Being anywhere else was better than being there.
Apolly, who had been keeping her distance and was watching the entire time, disregarded the pancham and went to follow the trail of shadow.
It has been a while since I have posted any kind of content. That has been for a number of reasons I want to be honest about what’s going on with me.
To get the lighter stuff out of the way, I’m not leaving blog as I still want to finish my final 2 arcs. Then, as a prelude to the final arc, I have something where all of the sides of a conflict will be available for a specific set of questions and then it may lead to a recruitment event where people can join multiple sides. You can ask me questions on this.
To get to that. I will be answering the one plot ask, one meme and reblog a bunch of stuff in the drafts.
On the Bio Ska I will start posting short stories of varying lengths. So please follow me over on @the-bio-ska
Now to the serious stuff.
So I will be putting a content warning here for the bottom half of the post. I know I do not put them on my posts because I mention in the pinned post what to expect on the blog, but this an update regarding where I have been lately and I do not want to blindside anyone in a non-plot post.
(CW Death, Suicidal Ideation)
From least severe to most severe I started ADHD medicine due to an inability to focus on non-work tasks. Any writing has been glacial due to both this and insane imposter syndrome.
I have ideas that I have but I never follow through on. I need to stop thinking it is okay for me not to write when due to not feeling it. To quote Dan Olson:
“…ambitions without actions are just fantasies.”
Having a constant state of paralysis has kept me from following through, getting further with either this blog or Bio-Ska short stories. Not helped by work crushing me down.
Going to more severe topics, my martial arts instructor, whom I have know since I was 6, was killed by a drunk driver out of nowhere. The week it happened everything was hell. While some anxieties I will not elaborate on were resolved, it was emotionally taxing and left me burnt out.
Finally, I have had constant bouts of suicidal thoughts for years and they only got worse this year.
Thankfully it has never ended with any violence against myself, however I describe my state as the thought cabinet ‘finger on the eject button’. It is miserable because it never stops, but there is enough self control that I cannot go through with it.
This is the state me. I’m going to push myself to write whenever possible. If I can write this long update, need to put that towards the many projects. Thank you for your patience and for those behind the scenes I have spoken some of these topics, but not all of them.
