DECIDED ULTIMATELY TO MOVE THESE TWO TO THEIR OWN SEPARATE BLOGS. I chose the sideblog life but the sideblog life clearly didn’t choose me. 😅💀 SO IF YOU’RE STILL FOLLOWING THIS BLOG THANKS A LOT and stay tuned for the newer links to Ignis and Prompto’s new blogs! ;v; ♥ /
to keep it short, i had to take a small mental health break for a hot minute. I had started a new job, twas still semi-settling in with a move. I didn’t plan or intend on poofing from my blogs so fast after making them…i just chose a bad time to try to jump into them.💀😅 i preferred a more “quiet” leave than making a huge post about it. ;v;”
that said, i have a lot of starters and such in my drafts and i still would like to reply to them! 👀💦 so if you so happen to remember something we’ve started and would prefer to drop it or plot something else no hard feelings with letting me know! ♥ i’m also clearing all the inboxes on my accounts too.
anyways,while i transition back, hope to write together again soon! ✨
Inktober 2017 - Day 26 💛 PROMPTO WEEK 💛
└ ④ DAY 4 (10/26): Alternate Universe ★ GIMME DAT POKEMON AU
@promptoweek GAVE US ONE MORE DAY AND SINCE I DON’T WANT THIS TO END HECK YA I TOOK IT
(☀️ ALL PROMPTO WEEK POSTS! ☀️)
“Let’s show em’ what we’re made of!”
» Porygon2 is artificially intelligent, and is capable of learning new behaviors on its own. As a result, it will sometimes perform motions or abilities that are not in its programming.
listen I think about XV Pokemon AU more often than not and if you DON’T THINK HOMEBOY WOULDN’T WRECK HAVOC WITH PORYGON2 then i’m here to enlighten you because he would…. artificial intelligents gotta stick together. ♥ 😉😏
also hang tight cause I’ve got too many ideas for this and i’ve gonna draw the rest of the boys with their Pokes bc i’m trash
unit number: 05953289 ( later named “kindred” )
pronouns: ( they / them ) | ( he / him )
theme song: ✖ miracle matter ✖
"Zero-Five-Nine-Three-Zero-Two-Eight-Nine."
IT GASPS sprawled out on the metal flooring. A sudden change of world; pointedly a radical change in temperature. Its consciousness fully awakens with the shock—a h a r s h cold stabbing its false soul to life. The enveloping warmth it had been encased in rapidly receded from its body and in response the clone curls inward—as though it knew it were the only way to regain its stable temperature. Instead the motion just makes the chill spread to other areas and the merciless pull at its chest yank even harder.
An uncontrolled force that seems to be crushing its movement makes it strain. The clone hyperventilates, each sharp breath impaling it's chest causing it to writhe underneath this new non-consented gravity of this new environment. For eighteen years it has suspended upright, its universe a murky blue GREY. Stubbornly its eyes remain tight, hanging onto the pin sized comfort of darkness—the only thread of familiarity of this New World it seemed to be able to successfully achieve. In that darkness the consciousness replayed an image in its mind: a numbered sight of shadows, surrounding its bubbling world from the outside. An aged, hardened face, stepping closer to its subject, beaming with pride. It didn't understand these images nor would it ever. In its first minutes of life it would never again associate these memories images with its first meeting of The Father, his creator, in its pre-life.
"Zero-Five-Nine-Three-Zero-Two-Eight-Nine."
289 is winning its first battle, lungs now opened and functioning albeit the excruciating pain it still gasps out from. The first lesson ( an incorrect function ) is learned: It must adapt, to survive. It stills in its fight, body going limp as it breathes largely, the volume of its wheezing unkind as an instinctive pattern to do so develops to accommodate its birth. It must bid its tubed solitude farewell, it must adapt, it must be alive.
289's eyelids tighten at the light source surrounding it. After a few moments they pry apart slowly, near opened before another quick hesitation and shutting them away from this bright life. An override peers them open another time. This time it blinks, staring straight forward. The world is still blurry and grey, only in different shades. It doesn't understand the group of beings standing before him among his Brothers that are blurring in and out of focus ( spectating his fight into life ). He only registers that they must mean something important to his being, regarding his existence.
It is now that it processes its own soaked body from submersion and how the wetness aids the cruel welcome into the cold air. It's fingers claw into the metal ground, testing movement, considering gravity. It doesn't register the tears sliding down along its cheeks from its pain. 289 stops its movement and remains there, hazy grey eyes fixated on the blur of those now moving forward to collect him as the clone’s breathing stabilizes.
05953280
"Unit Zero-Five-Nine-Three-Two-Eight-Nine. Your purpose is..."
synopsis: sometimes, there doesn’t have to be only one. a clone who managed to escape the magitek facility alive. wandering, he eventually was lead to find his brother, prompto, who gave him his name, buddy, and teaches him the way of life. — @emptiiless
assigned emoji: 🤖
tags: • 288 / “buddy” • 289 / “kindred” • relationship tag ( “brothers” ) • verse tag
friendly reminder that I’m comfortable with MINOR godmodding if:
it’s genuinely in the interests of advancing plot (e.g. ‘Pass the screwdriver?’ and you can assume my muse passes the screwdriver over, or even just that your muse ended up with the screwdriver one way or another, without having to stop the reply altogether for my interjection)
it’s NOT my muse’s dialogue, inner or outer
it’s REASONABLE for my muse (e.g. if they’ve already made it quite clear the screwdriver is a sentimentally precious family heirloom or something, then the screwdriver might not reasonably change hands)
the reply isn’t solely about my muse’s actions, thoughts or feelings, but rather is about your muse, with reference to mine
you are willing to accept criticism & critique and change the reply if I can’t reasonably see my muse doing that
roleplaying, for me, is about exploring characters and worlds through story. Interaction with both the muse and the world, then, is vital, and I do not mind sacrificing a small thing from one to significantly advance the other. It’s always a good idea to talk to me if you’re uncertain and it will be easier once we know each other better, but I just wanted to put this out there so you lot know what I’m comfortable with. There’s a lot of ‘no godmodding whatsoever!!’ going around in this community and obviously, with big things, it’s a no-go – but I’m still more interested in the story.
Tagged by: @argentumism
Tagging: @praesidioest and anyone else who wants to do this. just @ me
One ( name / alias ): Ami / Mimi ✨☀️
Two ( birthday ): 👀
Three ( zodiac sign ): 👀 👀
Four ( height ): 5′9 ½
Five ( hobbies ): creating artwork, writing, playing video games, making new friends, collecting positive quotes, listening through video game OSTs, breakfast food
Six ( favourite colour(s) ) : yellow, oranges, pastel hues
Seven ( favourite books ): to be real?? those ‘how-to draw manga’ books. like just any kind. yes the art might look lame, but in some the authors really are passionate about what they’re talking about and do have good, inspiring tips for beginners and pros alike.
Eight ( last song listened to: ): ( because my anxiety is acting tf up and it needs to #chill but also one of my top fave songs of all time) ❄️ Snowy.mp3 ♥ ☃️
Nine ( last film watched ): How to Train Your Dragon
Ten ( inspiration for muse ): For Prompto there’s a lot of things about his story that I can relate to personality and life wise. Other than that, getting to chat about him with friends, and a heap ton of music as well.
Eleven ( dream job ): Storyboard artist / ASL Interpreter
Twelve ( meaning behind your url ): One of my favorite moments from Ep Prompto was his proclamation of being a lucian. So I borrowed from that moment and the fact that, hello, he’s blonde. Simple and easy to remember.