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2,444 Days Later

And you’re still not counting. Someone, clearly, is counting. But it isn’t you. It’s been five years since anyone bothered logging in to this account, to update it with your adventures or lack there of. It’s been 2,444 days since you last were logged in, personally. And even that had been for a brief few moments. But honestly, that was the furthest thing from your mind. By gods, you’re 40. In human years, at least. It’s been a long road, and you know it’s bound to be longer with immortality in your future. Yeesh. But for now, you’ve been living a pretty happy life all things considered. You can’t even say it’s been a boring life, having your own sets of adventures offscreen with your Pokemon and Pipersprite and all that nonsense. Hell, you even came back and made a cameo on Callie’s Birthday. Speaking of Callie, and Birthdays, today was yours and she still wasn’t around. When you suggested she head off to that..... to her friend’s for the holidays, you didn’t think she’d stay in the timeline. But, you understand it’s for a noble cause. Didn’t stop you from being annoyed that the first year you’re actually back in touch with her she’s not even around to bother. Which... brings you back to here and now, logging into your blog for the first time in sweeps. So many sweeps. 6 years, almost 7? You’re not really looking to talk to anyone, no one you knew is even around anymore. But.... you could risk lurking now, at least. Without the threat of accidently being found out, there really wasn’t much stopping you from picking back up a social life other than the fact you really really sucked at it. Well, sucked at it over the web, honestly you’d like to think you’ve been thriving since landing in Alola. You had friends, even if they were glorified npcs. Your name is Meenah “Minerva” Makara, and you just logged into tumblr for the first time since your life changed completely. It kinda sucks now, huh?

#It's March 17 again and I finally bothered to log in :U))#Holy shit it's been 5 years))

==> Happy Birthday to You

You don’t even celebrate your human year birthday, but without people who celebrate Wriggling days or know what the fresh hell a sweep was, well, you made compromises. You’ve just spent the day at a beach near your current residence. It’s been quiet, you’ve admitably been avoiding people today. It’s night now, and every star in the heavens can be seen above you. It’s one of the things you love about your new home, though it does sometimes remind you of your time on Earth.

#Don't mind this dont look at this DON'T.#It's March 17th and I always forget her birthday till the last minute))

knowingoverseer

((When the tablet is acting a fool so you just make a fuckit draw and somehow end up colouring it.))

#captainculler #stardust

knowingoverseer

so the lineart for this has been done for almost a year now??? i jUst…. never bothered to finish shading it. <shrUg> the lineart was done by thebealecipher bUt sketch and coloUrs were all me. i miss meenah.

#captainculler

knowingoverseer

so these were all warm Up sketches bUt now i don’t feel like doing anything else. … well, baby steps. i’ll get back in the swing of things eventUally.

#captainculler

#captainculler #idk this was from a few nights ago))

timaeuscreamsicle

No One’s Sanctum

timaeuscreamsicle

Slick didn’t even both paying much attention to Meenah as she opened the door, instead opting to sort through his deck, using the audible cues of steel bending and twisting to note her progress. Chances were even if she couldn’t bend the steel entirely open, the locks keeping them in place would bend and snap as well, allowing the doors to recede into the walls a bit. This place was handled electronically, but the problem with that half the time is that if something could muscle past whatever was holding things in place, there wasn’t much that the system could do about it.

Bending the door helped too.

Once the girl was done the Carapace spun around, noting that she was already hunched down a bit. Oh how noble. Cracking his neck, the stout figure made his way over towards her, giving her back a few testing pats before clambering onto her figure. He might have been small but he knew his marble shell wasn’t going to be light. Then again what did he know? She just cracked open one of the most heavy duty doors on this scrap heap.

“well lookit you cupcake” Slick cooed snarkily, giving her cheek a few sarcastic pats. “looks like you’re still all big an’ strong. let’s see if ya can manage to get us all the way down without bustin a limb though. if you think i’m noble enough to haul your shapely ass into the escape pods, ya got another thing comin’.”

lilmamamiracles

Jesus fuck, for such a little guy he sure didn’t feel it. Still, it did you no good calling him a fatass when that wasn’t really the case nor was this the time for such ribbing. In truth, you’re not even paying much attention till he’s right up against your ear and touching your face. Eww. Still, it was dark down there. Or darker than it’s been up here. And while you might not look it, you thrived in the dark. Still, there was enough light to see by and that was good not to accidentally overshoot this and end up an escaped pancake. Sure, you’d be up and running again in an hour but like hell did you know where the- Wait did he say Escape Pods? Your ears perk a moment as you stand yourself back up, reaching around to offer leg support. “yeah whale ill be shore to land on somefin softer than the floor if somefin should go wrong. so, escape pods ‘stead a transportalizers huh?” You’re not sure if that was better or worse than what you’re use to. You pose to jump. “always knew jarvis was a old fashioned cheapbass.” It was said more in spite, to brace yourself for the sudden adrenaline of throwing yourself off the side of the elevator shaft. A shiver ran through you and you half wish you’d have just let the wings out for a smoother journey. But it would have taken much longer, and the last thing you really want is more people seeing their ridiculous display. You fight to keep your eyes open, and light passes with the floors in quick waves. This would be one hell of a trip on any of the things in your old arsenal, but you try not to think about lost goods now. “do ya trust me slick?” You cackle over the rushing wind. You laugh. And.... laugh a bit more. Jeeze how long WAS this shaft? The tickley adrenaline rush comes and leaves, and you’re reminded of that scene in.... what was it, Port holes? Whatever game Stardust and Sawfish had been all obsessed with. With the potato. That’s what this reminded you of. Still the fall just lasted longer than you thought. At least a minute if not more. When you finally could see the floor, you start to slow your decent, kicking your hovering abilities into overdrive. Like hell you were going to smash yourself into the ground again. And with the added weight you weren't taking your chances. You still land with a hard THUNK, bending your knees to take the impact. You feel a bit shaken up, and curse yourself for not keeping a slower pace, but you’re fine once you walk off the initial shock. It takes you almost tripping over the impact area to realize you had left a bit of a mark. Or maybe, Slick had. You were going to need to pop your back after all this, or realign it. Heh.

#timaeuscreamsicle #slurs/

timaeuscreamsicle

No One’s Sanctum

timaeuscreamsicle

“carin’ is a pretty strong term” Slick said, continuing onward until they reached a second set of much larger, steel doors. These guys were obviously a bit more secure than most, with not even a keypad in sight. Chances were it had some special type of clearance needed, but as it so happened, Slick was not feeling the most patient in this regard.

Slowly turning around to face Meenah, he jutted his thumb back at the doors.

“need you to open these suckers they lead to an elevator shaft or well…” Slick trailed off, seeming to mentally debate for a moment if that was the best terminology. “i mean fuck its more like an elevator maze lifts could lead to the whole joint really all the way up to processin but” He shook his head. “where we’re headed we ain’t gonna be too concerned ‘bout anywhere but down. think you can stick a landin?”

“cuz thatll be important im pretty much askin ya to pry these open, let me hop on yer back, an then to jump down the shaft” He shrugged. “if ya can manage that i think we’ll be in business if not then fuck it, just open it and ill climb down myself i aint too busted up about losin out on ya after this point”

He definitely wasn’t seeming to be in the mindset that he’d need to get too attached to her, but that was probably wise. With how things went in here, that wasn’t an entirely surprising mindset. Monsters were loose, demons were shacked up in other floors, and all in all it was like hell on earth. Or whatever planet this happened to be, really. And anyone would certainly be happy to leave it behind.

lilmamamiracles

You arch a brow at him, then smirk, stepping forward. True, this was a bit more than you’ve contentiously handled before. Sort of. But you remember getting all scared the last time you made a break for it and ended up bending the steel doorframe out of shape on pure nerves alone. Either you’re stronger than you realize, which is what you’re hoping for, or this place is made of shit quality steel. Which given the guy who runs it, well. You’d admit that was a possibility. If steel can be shit quality, that is. “how aboat this, shorty, you hop on my back and i jump and we’ll sea if we land all safe oar not. let’s have a little thrill with this.” Of course you’ll be fine. You’re a god-tier, you have wings, you can float. You’re not about to tell him this though, not yet. Instead you dig your claws into the wedge between the doors. With a grunt, you curl them and pull. At first your feet start to slide across the smooth surface your standing on, but after a moment or two you get better footing, a better grip, and the doors start to come apart. Or the one you’re pulling at was. Under your hold the door was bending, so you needed to make sure you headed out soon. This was blatant evidence after all. With one last tug there was space enough for you two to get through, and you crouch down a bit for him to climb on. “ta dah, now dont strangle me if ya start to scream on the way down alright? it wont do us no damn go---od if i cant catch us befoar makin land”

#timaeuscreamsicle

timaeuscreamsicle

No One’s Sanctum

timaeuscreamsicle

“yeah you just keep flappin yer yap, see where it gets ya,” Slick hissed, slowly making his way over towards the Indigo’s cell, keeping a wary eye out for any guards that might try to make their way over towards them. Briefly, he regarded the state that the prisoner was in, but honestly he didn’t give much of a damn. If she could still move, she’d be useful.

Once he was at her cell, he briefly went into his inventory, his deck of cards, shuffling through until he pulled out a two of red spades. With a quick flick of his wrist, the card turned into… well, a card. But this time it was a Keycard, and one that matched the markings on the keypad just outside of the troll’s cell. With a quick swipe, the glass door of the prison cell faded away, and with that, the keycard went back into the deck. Again, Slick took a moment to look the girl over, but a second later he was gesturing for her to get up.

“c’mon, up’n atem. we aint far from where we gotta be but i ain’t feelin’ up to pressin’ our luck. still got some muscle mass in that bod kiddo?” Without even waiting, he pulled another few items from his deck inventory before throwing them at her. A grape faygo and a protein bar. Bit of a peculiar combo, but he probably figured it would be enough to get her energy up to where they’d need it at. And if she didn’t need them, well, something for the road.

Without waiting another moment, he went off towards the large double doors nearby, not wanting to waste single second more.

“c’mon cupcake let’s get this show on the road. ya know unless ya’ve enjoyed rottin’ away, i mean shit who am i to judge”

lilmamamiracles

You roll your eyes for the first physical time in ages, moving away from the glass wall to watch him. You pick up to his anger, it... is subtle in comparison to what it could be, but it’s still the first real emotional “pick up” you’ve had in ages as well. It doesn’t cloud your own emotions, however, so you don’t pay it much mind past that.

As far as what he saw... well. You looked better the last time he seen you. Your grey jail uniform replaced the outfit you had kept dear before, and while you did your best to keep food stains off of it, it.... well it was looking rather raggedy. The sleeves were torn off a long time ago, both for comfort and for a makeshift bandage. You didn’t take well to being re-imprisoned, and there were indigo blotches here and there to show for it. It was hard to tell what sort of grey the garment was originally too. God it needed a wash. And you needed a bath. You couldn’t even see your tattoos that clearly, not that you could tell. They were on your face after all. What you COULD tell however were the cracks on your glasses. Ugh. The first thing you’re doing when you get out is going through the wreckage of the hive. Maybe a pair of glasses were spared. Hell, maybe the whole basement was spared. You could only hope. Still, if there was one bit of vanity you kept up, it was your hair. You long since decided that even if it was easier to deal with had you just cut (or rather ripped) it off, you were still keeping it. And braiding it gave you something to do when you couldn’t sleep. So really, it was a win-win. Not that you had anything to tie it off with, you just hoped it stayed together should you ever get to go anywhere. Speaking of, you really ought to pay more attention to what’s going on here and now. You’d been leaning against the wall to watch, somehow he’d gotten your cardkey. Aww, how sweet. Premeditated partner-in-busting out. You crack a half smile, and your chapped lips crack with it. Oh lovely. But you hardly give it a mind because suddenly the wall entrapping you here vanishes, and you’re eager to get out of this little room. “a course i do, what do i lo---ok pike a pissblo---od to ya? seriously i could wake up from a coma an still pack a punch right outta the harbor” Okay that was a lie, but you’re by no means weak. If there was one thing Feferi kept getting on your case about it was getting up and doing stretches. Every ‘morning’ or whenever you woke up. She insisted on it, in her silent but demanding way. You’d regret it if you let yourself go to waste, besides it helped practice the Undertow. You give a last glance before catching the items on instinct. You fumble with the soda, but man are you thankful to see actual packaged food again. “aww slick, i didnt know ya cared )(EE)(EE)(EE” There was something about suddenly having company again that brought about an obnoxious excitement in you, and so you were showing your gratitude through a thick layer of petty orneryness. Besides, he called you a cupcake. Obfishly he cared to some degree. Cupcakes were delicious after all.. And so was this protein bar, which you wasted little time with, tearing the wrapper with your teeth and taking it in by the mouthful. You leave the Faygo for later. There’s no way it won’t blow up on you after you fumbled the catch. All the while you were walking quickly to keep up with him. Damn, fast for a little guy. Then again, considering where you were, it would be plain stupid to be anything but fast. You quieted down and became serious after exiting through the double doors, captchaloging the Faygo for now.

#timaeuscreamsicle #OKAY I SWRE THIS IS THE LAST SEMILONGISH ONE))

timaeuscreamsicle

No One’s Sanctum

Well this was it.

Finally after all this time, Slick had finally figured out a way off of this rotting metal heap. It wasn’t the cleanest of plans. It wasn’t the nicest of plans. But hopefully it would get them all out of here and nobody would have to deal with the consequences. Or at least if they did, he wouldn’t have to stick around to worry about THEM to worry about the consequences. All he was needing was some muscle, something that was deftly lacking without his knife. But, he knew exactly where to procure some muscle, and that was where this vent would lead.

“fuckin’ christ alive” The carapace hissed, glancing down as one of his bandages snagged on a bolt on the inner lining of the ventilation shaft. Gritting his teeth, he pulled free from it, but not before ripping his bandages a bit in the process. Whatever. He was where he needed to be anyway.

Glancing down through the ventilation slits, Slick only needed to look for a moment before grinning, pulling out a knife (not his knife, mind you. this shit was way less useful. cripes), he quickly jimmied the edges of the opening before it eventually fell out with a ‘Pop!’. It fell to the floor with a clang, and soon after, he pushed himself through, landing with a much more resounding “THUD,” the ground having cracked just a bit from the impact.

“ay, bitchfa-err… fishface!” Slick called out, cracking his knuckles as he began inspecting the prison cells. “where ya at, i’m needin an assist. you want outta this dump or what?”

lilmamamiracles

Just how many months has it been now? Your confinement to this cell. You lost count a while ago when you noticed meals had become an irregular event, and that was ages ago still. There was something off about the Sanctum now a days, not that there was anything right about it before. But... well, it felt a lot more Guard-run than before. Less strict, less aggressive. More confused. It still didn’t help you any. You were a washed up mess of yourself. After your last escape you had lost it all. Your precious mementos of friends you held dear, your weapons, your gold and valuables. Worst of all your Pokemon. The only good thing to note on that part was they were at least being fed properly now. You hoped. You had long since given up hope for an easy escape. Or a timely one. You didn’t really know what to escape for, exactly. Jarvis had surely gone on to slaughter your family at home, he sure gloated about his plans enough. Davesprite was dead. Anyone you ever actually cared about was likely dead or being used as weapons just like that Weavile that had been used against you. Yet life hasn’t been doom and gloom. Not for the last.... what has it been, two hundred or so meals? Give or take, You can hardly count the tallies you’ve made on the wall, a swipe of claw or pressurized water marking it up. You had been practicing your Undertow abilities during your waking hours, and relishing in the dreambubbles (and the company of your Dandcestor, Feferi) while sleeping. All and all, you’ve kept yourself from going over the deep end. Still, things were dull. Dull dull dully dull dullllllll, and while you were keeping yourself sane you’d jump at any chance to get out of this place. You’re not completely sure where you’d go but, hey, anywhere was better than this dump. Well okay that might not be true, but when you hear a sudden THUD on the other side of the reinforced glass wall your ears shoot forward and you jump to your feet. “oyi, over here sol-lick” You lean on the glass and give him a wave. Your voice cracks from disuse, and return fire you had intended sounds more like a horse attempt at teasing. Oh well, it didn’t do you right to piss the little guy off. Not right now anyway. “an yeah shore,you get me outta here an i can sea what i can do foar ya.” Yes Meenah, trust the guy who just fell through the ceiling with a knife. This sounds like a great idea. You tell yourself to can it, mainly because this is the first interesting thing to happen in what feels like eons. Besides, you’ve been over this. a friend of Mr. Mawile killer is a friend of the family’s.

#timaeuscreamsicle #I SWEAR THIS IS SHORT FOR ME.#And they will be even shorter from now on but MEENAH HAS BEEN DOING THINGS???))

chrysannarose

Watercolor illustrations for my Italian Fashion Design midterm! I based my designs on the phosphorescent flora of Pandora from the movie Avatar.

This was one of the most fun projects I’ve had in college. Next step is making the skirt from the top right design, here’s hoping it’ll turn out as planned.

#asailtic #aqueuetic