& WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS

TO-DAY YOU SHALL COME WITH ME TO MY GARDEN, WHICH IS PARADISE.

[maedrvar]

maedrvar:

i gotta write about the big three primordials ( time, space, gravity ) & the primordial elementals ( fire, water, earth, air, aether ), because they are atoran’s DIRECT children & they deserve their own post. 

THE BIG THREE

deities in charge of the protection of the void-body ( maedrvar ), they are the creators of new leaves, the basis for new dream-realities. they are also a conduit for the power of the void to reach into every dream-reality of the nine. said to be blind in order to protect themselves from the destructive results of looking upon the maedrvar, very little is truly known of these deities, although ancients speculated & have depicted them in various drawings, likely visions sent to them via these deities, or by the maedrvar.

MIUREZFIYR / DEITY OF TIME, THE PATH first of the children of the MAEDRVAR, miurezfiyr is known as ‘the path’ in the eldest scriptures & is most commonly referred to as the deity of time. a blind entity, many believe miurezfiyr’s shape to be akin to tree roots, similar to the true form of the maedrvar. depictions of miurezfiyr show the deity with many tendril-like appendages, covered in strange markings, & stretched to have portions of this strange ‘body’ fused to each of the nine trees. nothing is written of the nature of miurezfiyr, as this deity is a guardian of the maedrvar, thus never leaves the garden. YDRAVAEL / DEITY OF SPACE, THE SURFACE second of the children of the MAEDRVAR, ydravael is depicted as a deity made of many spherical shapes of different sizes. ydravael is known as ‘the surface’ the the eldest scriptures & is known as the deity of space. like miurezfiyr, ydravael is also depicted with tendrils from the spherical ‘core’ that fuse with the tendrils of miurezfyr & thus are connected to the nine. this deity is also a guardian of the maedrvar, thus never leaves the garden. EZMYRIYAN / DEITY OF GRAVITY, THAT WHICH BINDS the third child of the MAEDRVAR, known in the eldest scriptures as ‘that which binds’ & commonly known as the deity of gravity. ezmyriyan is depicted as STRINGS that wrap around & fuse into miurezfiyr & ydravael. this deity is also a guardian of the maedrvar, thus never leaves the garden. 

THE ELEMENTALS

the ‘designers’ of the dream-realities, their job is to spark the creative process upon the leaves made by the big three. they are the sparks of the ‘big bang’ of each dream-reality & may show up to repair ‘unstable’ areas, or to act in atoran’s place should he be banished from a dream-reality fully. it is said of all the elementals that they are they typical ‘aloof, disconnected gods’. while this is true, their disconnection from everything in the dream-realities allows them the ability to always see truth of all things, they cannot be deceived. their affections are reserved for each other, their ‘elder siblings’ & their father. otherwise, they simply carry out the tasks given to them by the maedrvar, treating the dream-realities with care, but only for the sake of the maedrvar, not because they actually give a rat’s ass about the creations within. the mentality is ‘if the creations mess up, we are not at fault, we didn’t create them as idiots, they created themselves from their catalyst spark, but our father wants us to fix it so we will do it because the maedrvar is filled with infinite love.’ 

RITHRIUS / DEITY OF FIRE in charge of creating the initial heat of a dream-reality, rithrius is the one to set off the catalyst spark. associated in the eldest scriptures as ‘fire to burn all fires’, all fire based deities seem to have aspects of rithrius. as a harbinger of the will of the maedrvar, or the replacement for atoran, rithrius takes an androgynous & dark skinned form. notably, rithrius is said to have golden markings upon the body that seem to glow with every breath, & their eyes are the color of lava. for a deity of fire, rithrius is likely the most level headed of the elementals, although their rage has turned entire planets into ashes. they seem to have ‘inherited’ their father’s patience. rithrius will accept offerings from mortal entities, & has the most communication with pantheons of the dream-realities.  THYRION / DEITY OF WATER serving to transfer the power of miurezfiyr to the dream-realities, thyrion has been associated with ‘the river of time’, & the eldest scriptures say that should thyrion arrive as the harbinger of the will of the maedrvar or as the replacement for atoran, aerithyrim the fountain of youth will appear where thyrion first steps. thyrion usually takes a form that could serve well as a dancer or a gymnast, usually feminine, but sometimes androgynous. thyrion thus can be referred to by female or gender neutral terms. temperamental as a hurricane, thyrion sees offerings as ‘grovelling’ & looks down upon deities of the dream-reality pantheons who accept such things. thyrion only seems to reach out to the first three or four pantheons ever worshipped in a dream-reality.  KATYVAI / DEITY OF EARTH serving to transfer the power of ydravael to the dream-realities, katyvai is associated with ‘earthchildren’, commonly known as the dwarves, or ‘spawn of katyvai’, creatures often beast-like in form & titanic in size. katyvai has been described as arriving as an able bodied masculine entity, although has never been said to have arrived in a ‘human’ form. katyvai has shown disdain for the pantheons of the dream-realities, preferring the company of beasts to humans or other creatures with that sort of cognitive functionality. in some dream-realities, there are places known as katyviraiyn, ‘citadels of katyvai’. they are usually mountains, but have formed with many hidden chambers filled with precious gems. the eldest scriptures never could explain whether the earthchildren or spawn of katyvai had made the caverns within the katyviryn or whether they form that way naturally. katyvai never arrives to a dream-reality planet that has any form of ‘industrial’ structure. SARITHAL / DEITY OF WIND also called the life breather, sarithal is unable to take a corporeal form, but has delivered the will of the maedrvar through the dreams of the entities. of the elementals, sarithal is the most mysterious, likely due to the fact that the influence that sarithal has is only in the awakening of a planet, the birth of a new organic creature, or as ‘inspiration’. sarithal also is believed to whisper ideas to those who have become great creators of things both good & evil. those who believe they have been contacted by sarithal say that what has appeared to them is ‘beyond comprehension’, & multiple accounts note that sarithal has a ‘musical voice, beautiful & terrifying, the choirs of heaven singing within the circles of hell’. MITHRIYAR / DEITY OF AETHER often said to be the ‘star weaver’. in the initial form, mithriyar’s body is said to be almost as large as miurezfyr, due to the properties that the body will have in a dream-reality. mithriyar can only take forms that most describe as ‘abominations’. made of a ‘plasma-condensate’ mithriyar shares the maedrvar’s ability to break off parts of the main body to send to other places in a dream-reality. mithriyar has been ‘seen’ as a celestial entity, never interacting at all with the organisms of a planet unless forced by atoran, in which case mithriyar takes the form of a pale child with eyes of lightning. otherwise, mithriyar only interacts with the cosmos of the dream-reality. mithriyar is said to be responsible for the arrangement of solar systems & the fragments of mithriyar are said to be the ‘super-black holes’ at the center of galaxies. with this in mind, mithriyar ‘exists’ in every dream-reality.

[maedrvar]

ok so old threads ( except the wallace cup threads bc thats a memory forever ) are going to be wiped, basically everything but aesthetic posts & metas ... is going. tags will be redone. i’m too lazy to remake a blog, so spring cleaning it is. 

after that i’ll do a hc continuity check probably edit things / flat out repost them ... so, pardon the mess while that gets sorted out ! 

[maedrvar]

hi im here i’m rebooting this bloggo

[maedrvar]

devonheir :

light flickers through the eyes of one who has seen so much of this world, as his position on a Champion’s thorne calls him to be witness to that which is unfit for even the most extraordinary civilians. steel-plated seafoam of irises alight with nothing short of amazement (the likes of which are so rare to his visage no amount of careful construction of masks can hide away the emotion he feels at the witness of his opponent’s glorious technique) bursting to life within those eyes, for once unhindered and unrestrained by the lie he shows to all around him.

[ there is a stoke to the flame of his being, and his spirit radiates for a time, the true passion he holds for battles now being born again. ]

[ a heart beats in a ribcage of the mortal, excitement sending it aflutter. ]

the muted clash of metal beneath the waves of viscous sludge follows. (psionic pursuit batters against the flexible barrier REFLECT shining white with the pressure, bouncing back and resuming multitudinous hues as the weakened strike brings a blink to the eyes of the steel behemoth; shadows reach out and strike at the exposed underside of the larger creature. a rumble of its battle cry comes in response, no pain to be felt despite the effectiveness of the move) the faint glow of purple peeks through the toxin pollutant’s streams, a pact for a shared fate completed –

[ a grin uncharacteristic of his demeanor splits his face, eyes widened as he watches the power demonstrated before him. ( astounding! ) his heart sings in the chaos, appreciation and adoration for a fight of this calibre resonating with him. ]

– REFLECT spares the clay doll afloat above the worst damage of the enhanced thrust of a metal predator’s headstrength –

[ he does not consciously realize that which his soul has accepted: if he is to lose, he will find peace in the defeat, for his opponent is truly a master in his own right. ]

raised, his hands are, as they remain by his sides. “what is awoken in you?!” his excited query is given voice akin to a demand. “you’ve shown me something magnificent!” to openly acknowledge another’s power in battle…the ever-so-collected former Champion? …his mind now cannot even glance the social consequences ( of his own perspective ) that are birthed at THIS MOMENT whilst his televised delight is seen throughout the region. “have you hit me with it all?!” he doubts it, but atoran must receive before he can give even more.

the wanderer reacts as those opponents he fought in the room of his throne always did as he uttered the words only challengers were able to hear from him ( “now, bring it!” ). in return for such a magnificent display, he now counter-attacks.

– fists clench and he drops his hands down with surprising force, as though he’s slammed them against an invisible table (nay, wall, as the motion continues through until his hands hover behind his body for an instant. the command to reverse is heard by the sensitive mind of his Metagross, and the quad-legs from behind move whilst those of the front still eerily in almost an instant. the transference of power merely a flicker on the behemoth’s white body.

eyes beneath the surface glow blue for less than a heartbeat before white rings form before its behind. Metagross needs not to see the presence of its own power, for the eye of its mind sees all. white orbs beneath the water are the only prelude to ROCK SLIDE cast against the loyal sword which has brandished itself so valiantly against the mega-evolution.

and then the flicker returns to complete the transference of power, piston-motion pumping the opposite legs of the earlier strike, BULLET PUNCH resuming now in reverse to face the ever-moving opponent, though this time the legs move more than simply forward and back, and it strikes at the formed energies beneath the waves. the power is not allowed to slide as the name of the technique implies, nay…they are forced to move in the direction the mega-evolution wills it, a practical shotput motion to slam the rocks (given form part way through the swing, golden claws having closed around the energy cast from the hovering orbs) against the more ancient pokemon with unflinching movements.

and then the behemoth flips, blinding speed having catapulted double-digits of the rocks at the opponent, interchanged blows that of the BULLET PUNCH and of the ROCK SLIDE yet cast simultaneously. now it may focus once more on a favored technique. gold glow covers the legs once more as its longer, larger, stronger forelegs reach forward like monsters from the barriers of ones mind, METAL CLAW ravenous for a solid strike –

[ an (unnecessary) upward swipe of his arms triggers the movement of the clay doll as icicles imbuded with psychic (an enchantment beyond the expected tier of fighter; like magicks of a child’s fantasy game) race for the floating body ]

– rings of cerulean pulsate once around the body of Claydol, a blue glow cast to the ice within its shadow appearing as the floating, nobbed arms mirror that of its trainer. earthen wards appear to be born from the solid water ( see the trickery of the mind against common sense! ) as massive terra-forms  erupt around the body of the doll, sharpened rocks visible for a heartbeat only before blue crystallizes around such a defense, outward protrusions encasing the ground-type in a manner not dissimilar to the protection of a cocoon (though this one offers offense as well…!)

STONE EDGE meets the psychic-formed ice, and the sound which follows is a cacophony as the powers shatter against one another, crumbling as the equal offense and defense collide without reservation. (but the defense does not weaken! no no! it continually grows whilst it is chipped away by the wonderful power of the enemy metagross!)

( now follow up…! )

the broken offense of the enemy is reformed to the power of its opponent; crumbled spears of ice (only the sharpest of them all, of course) glow as they’re captivated by the queer psychic ability of Claydol. they hover in the air for only a moment as the followup forms, in-tandem with ever-growing (ever-defending) STONE EDGE. a white aura pulses once from within the protective earth, silver energy entrancing the held ice whilst odd stones of ANCIENTPOWER are tacked to the shattered ends and launched at the enemy.

( few holds barred, Claydol knows to aim for the joints of the tank-esque pokemon; strong and durable as they are, there is but so much that can be done other than the participation in a waiting game against time when cold infects the orbital sockets like pestilence).

what is awoken in you ? asks the KING OF MEN, champion with his heart as strong as the enduring earth, & the deity cannot help but smile — ❛ you assume that i am awake, that this is not within my dreams — to ask such things of a deity, how bold you are — i am eternally awake while eternally dreaming — but, i doubt such an answer is satisfying for one such as you, o champion of mortals — ❜ 

hands raised, pulse of power resonated from deity’s body to the metal behemoth’s own psionic resonance — the shards of earth fell like meteors, striking the surface of the battlefield-garden — his sword returned beneath darkened waters, SHADOW SNEAK leading weapon to become a shield before metal world-shaker — let the meteors come, thought the deity, for what will they be in the end ? nothing more than raindrops upon an ocean ? — 

shield held against the wrath of the earth, strike of steel claws upon barrier made of the knight’s own body — but, was it not the knight of a GOD who would fight no matter how battered, how bruised — aegislash was the templar, the knight of the highest god, this crusade was in the name of the MAEDRVAR ; until the last pulse of power, blade & behemoth would continue to write their god’s name upon the minds of others — PSYCHIC bent pillars of ice, branches grown upon the nine trees made by crystal, obstacles of their own, SHADOW BALL sent not at the opponents, but into the center of the field, beneath the waters to wait — wait & gather power as it remained there, its power linked to that of this artificial garden by DESTINY BOND — for this was the garden of a god, that was all he could show mortals of the heart of the MAEDRVAR. 

you’ve shown me something magnificent, yes, of course he had — he had not given humans the DIVINE SIGHT ? ah, for a god’s design would not last forever, in the end, he would bring it to the ground as he brought worlds to the ground ( to dust, turned them into cosmic mist in his palm — ), as the metal messengers of god would turn the wrath of the earth sent at them to stardust — now with power building beneath the water, PSYCHIC redirected to stopping the ancientpower stones, shaping them into a new shield, smaller bits condensed ( heated ) as they floated by the metal joints of atoran’s behemoth — yes, the cold was pestilence now, but not with a sharp mind — he’d put on his show, damage for the sake of survival — his opponent wanted a show, clearly prayed for a worthy opponent — it was the DUTY of a god to answer the prayers of mortals — behold, steven stone, here is the answer to your prayers !! 

battle-weary were his vessels, but it was for him, for their deity they would continue to fight, despite the bitter cold — have you hit me with it all ? asked the mortal & a laugh escaped the deity as PSYCHIC power launched now heated stone across the battlefield, striking ice-formed trees, cold water rushing from crystal containers before solidifying again in a network, branches that connected here & there, obstacles now for the opposing team to break through, buying time just as keeping the condensed stones close as a source of heat to ease frigid joints — 

❛ you ask me if i have shown you all that i can give ; i shall tell you now, there is so much more, ❜ waves of power then, another SHADOW BALL morphed into ZEN HEADBUTT, a collection of psionic power in itself, shifting into a PSYCHIC blast that bent the crystal trees, broke & reconnected the icy threads ( a jolt to the nervous system of this cosmic garden brought before mortal eyes ), that power from metagross propelling aegislash’s PURSUIT ( break the barrier, thought the diety, then break the ground upon which they stand — shake them enough, they are as cold as we ) — ❛ i could create anything here, in this garden of ice — say the word, steven, i will show you the dream-scape of the MAEDRVAR !! ❜

[epeolatrist]

She likes to smell books.

[thelibraryofmars]

“What is this thing you like to touch more than me?”

[starlightcataclysm]

[maedrvar]

devonheir :

eyes alight with excitement as they track the strategy enacted against those he calls his companions. one unafraid to fight out of the gate thrills Steven, the pleasure of having his invitation to this dance accepted creating a drastic opposite to that which he displayed in the previous battle. a fine contrast it is, sculpted by the impressive barrier erected before him in the form of this opponent – perhaps he can forgive such a match-up as the one earlier after all.

his breath leaves him as a smile splits the features sculpted so carefully until this point, meant to be acceptable for others to bear witness to. he feels truly HAPPY given this turn of events, and the sensation he understands from this “atoran” has not failed him. ( a blessing, indeed, ) he muses, as one loved by that in life deemed “prodigal talent”. ( you’ve answered my invitation and more. ) the attacks ask of his being and so he shall reply as wanted, but in a manner unlike that thought to be calm & collected. no, he will shout who he is in reply - all will hear the former Champion’s strength.

not a beat passes and Claydol moves, arms rotating ‘round its body and allowing a shimmer of white to glint upon the rounded tips of its detached limbs, sparkling like diamonds under lights of a display case. it’s then that glint appears at seemingly-odd angles in shape of an oval close to its body –           – the same is done to its companion below the purple-murk waters…

…and each combatant becomes encased within light as REFLECT takes hold, myriad of hues reflecting outward as the prismatic icosahedron forms its barriers.

( …now…! )

multicolored stone settled in a brooch upon his chest is snatched away, the stone alighting once with gold before taking on a solid shine of that color, outward arms of brilliant energy giving life to the bond forged between he and one of the competitors he battles with now. gold reflects beneath the surface of the water, so bright the light cuts through the murk surrounding the metagross –

– (he makes note of the approaching shadow, and allows only the faint twitch of lips in response…physical techniques are only so powerful against a reflect of such magnitude by a pokemon as aged as his claydol) –

– as the strands of energy connect in the middle. mega stone is brought to his lips as the metagrossite upon his silver partner’s leg glows in response. the shine overtakes the abnormal coloration of the predatorial beast and its shape alters drastically before reverting back to its original coloration, now undisturbed as the mega evolution completes.

( be heard, bond I have forged. )

hands thrust before him as he witnesses the strike against mega metagross land successfully, one shaped in an USL for “B” and the other for “M”, and the creature responds in kind. unlike its un-mega-evolved form, it needs not the rotation to build momentum behind its strong strikes now, and instead legs grow scarlet as a violent hue overtakes them within the prism. the vibrant shade is enough to distort the already-polluted color of the water, creating the illusion of a darker, more TAINTED liquid body.

massive forward-facing legs move like pistons in a BULLET PUNCH, claws upon the bottoms of the legs glowing golden (oh, contraire, to the usual silver luster of the displayed METAL CLAW in tandem) whilst blue sparks shoot upward around the red legs as it strikes, pushing through Claydol’s reflect as though it’s made of rubber.

(though it was shown to be as rigid and unyielding as steel when the shadow sneak battered against it and metagross’ body.)

in the light of the arena above water, claydol makes its move as well, salmon faces of its supposed eyes glowing blue while the knobby arms continue rapid movements. sand born of nothingness (oh how an alchemist would WRITHE) whips up around the ancient body before arms stop, directing the SANDSTORM forward to the incoming shadow ball. the grains of earth float through the protective reflect without disturbing its shape, unlike the partner below the water…how strange, the abilities of pokemon are.

( that’s not all, don’t look away… ) 

white rings radiate from the clay doll pokemon’s body, vertical in their movements as they expand outward from its middle. they move up and down once simultaneously before bending forward and combining into one, encircling the funnel of sand directed at the ghostly attack and it’s creator. they pulse as silver streams through the sand, ANCIENTPOWER born of such queer energy in midst of the debris of SANDSTORM.

the harshness of the element now given wings by psychic power stream against the ice floes, the grains so furious in their movements (so breakneck in the speed with which they whipped through the air!), that even the minuscule grains are enough to scratch & chip at the ice of the arena.

to model the full power and direction of a sandstorm after that of a sand tomb had been one of Steven’s more offensive ideas, though it had been years after its conception that it was given shape by the longtime companion fighting now…           …and it pays off, the heart of the shadow ball punctured by the might of combined power from only one. disarray takes over the technique previously maintaining familiar shape, the strike to the core serving to burst it and scatter the trails of power…                    …in a manner not dissimilar to Steven’s own Mattheus during his appeals, stardust breath upon the psychic-shaped shadowesque energy exploding them like miniature, dark supernovas.

[ hear the beat of his soul, o god among men - let it sing to you the passion he holds in his heart; let it echo his exaltation to your ears divine. ]

GAZE UPON THE ABYSS cries the source of ALL — another breath, though he knows he need not take them ; his breath is the pulse of the universe, the awakening, destiny that cannot be changed. his is the CREATOR’S DESIGN !! be CLEVER, they told him & thus he would display an impossible code, one mortals could never comprehend — he would show STEVEN STONE the roots of the MAEDRVAR, pathways of MIUREZFIYR, weight of EZMYRIAN, multiple planes of YDRAVAEL. he would show but the greatest of wisdom, as he was asked —  the counterattack comes toward his steel behemoth, power blazing now as silver light ( ZEN HEADBUTT ) as his sword’s shadow enveloped behemoth & silver stars, for aegislash’s SHADOW SNEAK reached as if it were the fibres of EZMYRIAN that bound the nine trees — debris flew from steven’s attack, deity’s cloak flaring out with the force of the winds of the sandstorm — any mortal would not be able to see beyond the veil, but ATORAN was no man !! 

bright glow appeared in starlight eyes, from beneath the murky, star-lit water did metagross’ body rise, force of ZEN HEADBUTT linked again to PSYCHIC, power rippling through their battlefield, fracturing midnight dyed ice — blade still lurked in SHADOW SNEAK, circling the spot beneath the opposing mega-evolution ; meet your fate, came silent command, DESTINY BOND formed — you, too, shall become the messenger of GOD !! 

ah,  the path of destiny forged, PSYCHIC power fused dispersed ZEN HEADBUTT into ice shaped as spears ( o arrows of heaven, shot from divine bow !! ), slight smile crossed the deity’s face, for he heart the sound of steven’s soul, a soul that had returned from NIL — a soul deserving of divinity. perhaps, when this battle came to a close, he would bestow such a power, the dream of mankind !! but, until then, he, as much as his messengers, let their power wash over the spectators, over the KING AMONG MEN — 

             DO NOT STRAY YOUR EYES, spoke deity’s voice deep within the minds of all who could see that which he would create — turn not away from this, the sacred design !! following shards came blade’s PURSUIT, darkness spreading & leaving thin layer of ice behind, cool water touched chilled air, patterns splayed out, cracks that showed poison water beneath akin to the eyes no creation was fit to gaze upon ( not in TRUTH, but this, this was enough ). light had erupted from silver body of steven’s partner & such illumination only cast shadows longer ( shine, o mortal soul, & i will become the mirror beneath your feet. shine, for the more you do, the more i shall grow, the more i will make you a GOD ), gave power to that which had created ALL — do you know which shadow is yours & which is mine ? blade’s PURSUIT took on layered power of partner’s PSYCHIC, a boost, a stronger uppercut, even if blade could not cut through metal, did he not have advantage by type ? ah, but his opponent was worthy, his opponent was KING AMONG KINGS, & would not it be shame upon his title should his reign end with such a strike ? 

then, thoughts again turned to that which was asked of him ; be CLEVER, & he let out soft breath, remnant power of PSYCHIC flaring out in time, creating from dyed ice & water NINE PILLARS ( cosmic garden, arrive unto the WORLD OF MEN !! ), for now he would make this the holy space of GOD, unseen DA’AT that only the chosen could tread upon, a sign — another invitation as if to extend his hand, to offer light as brilliant as that of the mega-evolution, bright enough to cast the shadow of GOD ( more, give me MORE of your radiant soul !! for i am a GOD, i can always hear you — but, give me enough that even the deaf ears of MANKIND will not be able to ignore this hymn !! show me the CREATOR’S DESIGN i have placed in all things, in YOU !! )

[maedrvar]

devonheir :

oxfords are placed deliberately atop the edge of the sensory line drawn ‘round the perimeter of the field and a pause is given, a flash of white rushes around the aforementioned outline of what is to be the setting of the battle to unfold. there’s a subtle alteration in the atmosphere, a brief charge of electricity circulates the rim whilst the technology woke for this dance to behold. the arena alters, a flicker of light across the entirety of it obscuring vision cast to the floor, and a strategic mind begins to question excatly what challenge will be granted this instance.

[ at the very least he only hopes it is indeed a CHALLENGE, so contraire to the likes of which he’s recently completed to put him in this position now. ]

indeed, there would be great disappointment if he was to be given a proverbial plaything.

his eyes narrow slightly as the field flickers into its determined appearance, the genius mind behind the steel blue now setting to work as his gaze finds its way from ice floes to the water. two pokemon come to mind, and potential utility of the environment he’s presented with begins to diminish. ( no matter. ) the thought is confident, potential attack patterns born in his foresight offering variety to cover the majority of basis his opponent may have to offer.

– and what will that be, exactly?

eyes lift at last to fall upon the one standing opposite him as fingers find their way to the spherical objects resting at his hips, the center object chosen from his right and the far back chosen from his left. he’s intrigued by the one standing there, and such curiosity retards his motion a fraction of a second before he resumes. upward tosses of the pokeballs bring the objects together at the crest of the upward arc, a flash of black from the ball of Dusk twining once with scarlet of the Cherish before the energies separate, both taking shape in the air on either side of Steven, the timing of his chosen companions’ revelation equal to that of the one he is to face… “atoran”.

shock cascades his system when his eyes find the metagross standing upon the ice floe with atoran, aegislash hovering next to them at the ready. appreciation for those chosen pokemon of his opponent will wait, he decides, while he looks now to the man himself. the presence steven senses from him is unusual, and the uncertainty his inability to label it brings not hesitation, but instead EXCITEMENT. there is power in the one he’s to battle, skill both palpable from the mere presence of the other and visible from the selected teammates.

( much better. )

the type match-up for the both of them is FAR FROM IDEAL, ( so the contest of strength will leave little to be desired…the movesets granted to each pokemon potentially have limited effectiveness. ). a faint hum in his throat sounds as steven’s body shifts briefly. ( instead it appears maneuvering and wit are the skills to demonstrate. ) such traits of a seasoned individual will be the favorable ones to determine the more effective battler.

– in fact, the former champion is determined to FORCE the hand of such plays.

[ perhaps the one he is to battle will oblige such a dance; to accept the steps chosen by the leading foot. ]

[ his guise breaks without his realizing, a confident smirk pulled sideways on his face while eyes alight with the prospect of a battle which presents a true challenge. ]

the first beat of music sounds and his arm is thrust forward, body having angled to place one foot behind the other whilst his torso rotates to the side. index and middle fingers of his hand twist ‘round each other in the formation of the letter “R” in Unovan Sign Language, and his wrist arcs downward in silent command of the Iron Leg pokemon while the left hand by his side bends at the elbow. a sweep upward leaving an open palm for the Clay Doll’s interpretation delivers the second command in-tandem.

(0.06)

each beast moves the moment commands are received; orange sparks alight and shoot off beneath the white-gold body of metagross, telltale of ROCK SLIDE to all that are familiar with the species’ utilization of such a technique. it hovers forward, form coated in light blue before the massive body angles, plunging beneath the surface of the water between the floes, dark coloration of the water now dimming and distorting the white body.

a ring of white appears above the opponents –

– synchronous with the yo-yo-esque motion of one of the two knobby appendages which so characteristically hover around claydol’s body. it jolts outward, like a child’s trick toy lashing to the extent of its electric umbilical string attaching it to the commanding finger. the more pointed of its edges taps the ice floe upon which the opponent pokemon stand to trigger STONE EDGE –

– while faint blue appears at their feet.

simultaneously do the attacks take shape, a multitude of rocks from the ring above, falling to the ground which births large, light blue pointed stones as though to meet those which come from the air.

(0.15)

[ from above and below steven struck, undoubtedly to be named “two-pronged attack” in the media’s coverage though in his mind, there’s no need for a title so noble…there is only the battle to thrive upon. ]

vs. @maedrvar

CHAMPION. a fitting title for this man, a KING among men, but atoran was a GOD — creator of creators, he stood before steven stone without fear. his prior battle had been against a quiet soul, determined as they had shaped the world they stood on — but he was a GOD & his former opponent was but mortal & now, he stood before a CHAMPION & he would not HOLD BACK. surely, one such as steven stone could gaze upon the power of a DEITY ( even should he be NONBELIEVER, atoran was more than used to returning to NIL in the hearts of the creations, forgotten to time, old scriptures hidden in forgotten temples ) with unwavering resolve — 

          & for such an encounter, that was all atoran wished,           no, all that he would DEMAND —                                 he would take no less.

music builds around him, around his chosen pair ( metagross & aegislash, brilliant as their deity ), music that came with attack — soft breath thus was taken, starlight gaze first upon stones, then falling to his allies ; they knew him, they adored him, for he was their deity ( & all things came from the MAEDRVAR — all things could pledge their loyaty to the MAEDRVAR. all things returned to the MAEDRVAR ). shadow cast beneath metal behemoth, noble blade sinking into SHADOW SNEAK, faint glimpse of violet ( TOXIC ) before fully vanishing beneath the ice, the poison creeping throughout clear water, coating ice in arrays akin to the universe, the GARDEN from whence all things began ( to where all things would return ) — overhead, this combination swirled, light surrounding his own metagross, hiding pale glow of PSYCHIC, ripples shattering stone ( but, not all ) ; those that connected upon metal body reformed with psionic power, remnants of the deflected falling like star-charts across now deep violet water below stained ice ( CLEVER distraction, illusion hiding his sword & shield still in shadow, racing toward silver-bodied opponent ) — 

here stood before him WORTHY OPPONENT, but no such prideful expression crosses the deity’s face ; instead he plays his part, galaxy-eyes scanning the field, calculating, brilliant, for he was the CATALYST of all things — they asked him ‘ be clever ’ & clever he would be. for them ( enchanted audience ), he would prove his worth, proof that he was more than worthy of being all that he always was ( could be nothing else ). music pulsed, second PSYCHIC light in tandem, crimson eyes of metagross closing ( MIRACLE EYE to guide partner’s SHADOW SNEAK still hidden in poison waters ), violet pulse of PSYCHIC turning to midnight SHADOW BALL, sent flying at claydoll as aegislash’s shadow appeared under silver opponent ( blade, strike true ! spoke deity in mind, for his heart resonated in metal bodies, & SHADOW SNEAK would always strike first — strike true, my sword ! ). 

here stood across from each other MAN-KING & GOD, hearts unwavering as music continued to swell, his bright eyes meeting those of steven ( a silent invitation, come here to my CATALYST GARDEN, o KING AMONG MEN. bring forth those you trust, send them here to share in my garden, for does it not look like PARADISE ? ), awaiting that which would come !

[maedrvar]

brightresearcher:

Lucas walked over to his side of the platform, carefully regarding his opponent. He’d described the taller man as ‘looking like a big deal’ before, and his impression hadn’t changed since then, but now it was time to figure out whether or not he was right. 

Reminding himself of the judge’s advice, he didn’t let his gaze flicker away from the stage this time. He wasn’t going to disappoint the audience, so there was no need to get worked up over it.

His two Pokémon were released in sync with the music- Hollyhock, the Togekiss, took to the sky with a confident grin on his face, wearing a pendant that held a Sharp Beak, while Hydrangea, the Gastrodon, eyed her opponent carefully just like her trainer did.

The Togekiss flew through the stage, scattering a white dust with each wingbeat with his Silver Wind attack. The powdery scales shone brightly as they reflected the conjured sunlight, drifting in the air behind the Flying-type. However, one of the roots summoned by the Frenzy Plant surged upwards and caught Hollyhock by surprise. The hit wasn’t enough to hinder him much, but it was a hit nonetheless.

Without missing a beat, Lucas tapped his foot, giving Hydrangea her cue. Shining cracks started to form on the ground below the slug Pokémon and branched out all around her, travelling towards the Torterra on the other side of the stage. Then, as the music became more intense, the Earth Power attack erupted in a radiant flash of energy, the resulting shockwave shooting water and mud upwards to snuff out the fire, and, more importantly, scattering the Silver Wind scales all over the battlefield.

A snap of the researcher’s fingers, and Hollyhock twirled in the air, his wings glowing with a faint blue outline. Then, with another wingbeat, he used Air Slash, shooting a blade of wind that dragged the silvery powder along with it as it approached the turtle Pokémon.

he’d done it ; the boy took charge of the earth & extinguished the catalyst fire — as it seemed, atoran would have to re-evaluate his plans & quickly. had not he dealt with such things before ? he was creator of all creators, this was not the first time his design had been altered & it would not be the last — upbeat music served as guidelines for talonflame’s flight pattern, air now shared with a togekiss with a notable sharp-beak pendant —

( take the world into your hands, my dear creations ; was not this what he had wished ? )

those cracks of light were tell-tale, silver wind reflecting light & earth power causing talonflame to fall back — rather, she did what she could to avoid the mud, slight startle in her cool demeanor as mud splattered across crimson feathers. & torterra, his brave behemoth stared down the silver wind & air slash, rumbling sound of EARTHQUAKE diverting earth power, step still taken back from what bit of air slash did clip him ( leaves from great tree upon his back fluttering ). 

then, with low rumble ( a laugh, perhaps, to remind himself & his feathered partner that all would be well as long as they held faith in their deity, o atoran — ) did his own EARTH POWER break from new shattered ground, broken fragments of frenzy plant mixed with new water mending the cracks in the earth, as if to return the marsh to the way it had been before, shockwaves of the underlying earthquake sending the force of the new creation right back toward the slug pokemon ( counterattack !! ). 

overhead, loath as she was to think it, talonflame took her partner’s cue ( worth it for her brave behemoth, worth it for her deity, her feathers could be preened later ), taking to the sky, she shook off the residual mud as she twirled in the air, wings spreading & body fuelled with power ( brave bird !! ) she charged through the newly created terrain, vines & water & mud & stones shooting up all around her — her target was the gastrodon — cool demeanor returned, brave bird changed to aerial ace as she charged down through what could only be called world’s ending — 

[by-grace-of-god]

La Pieta, Milan Cathedral, Italy.

[nukua-deactivated20121023]

[artifedorov]

[maedrvar]

showtime !! 

 here stood atoran, soul of the garden, gaze first upon the GREAT MARSH & then falling upon his opponent ( sweet human child, he could not help but smile, sweet soul, how he wished they met first not upon contest field, but perhaps in quaint coffee shop, soul to soul ) — 

music filled the air as celestial adorned pokeballs were thrown to the air, cry of talonflame paired with the sound of torterra’s feet upon patch of dry ground before the deity. 

to the air flew the bird of fire ( o phoenix, did not she remind him of minara raiya, daughter of his of mortal priestess ), SUNNY DAY cast as if in flight she was harbinger of DAWN, torterra taking note of her cue as upbeat music flowed — FRENZY PLANT surged through the marsh, dry from the sunlight now, talonflame cloaked then in FLAME CHARGE rushing through dried vines & wilting marsh-grasses ( for when there was creation, there was destruction & then creation again ) — 

here, now, the earth was his to command, masterful timing setting terrain ablaze ; he was a DEITY, creator of all creators, this terrain was no different — rising flames rushed across dried areas, from behind the fire did atoran give a charming smile, as if to encourage his young human opponent to counter, to take the earth into his hands ( for all things came from the MAEDRVAR, all things were thus granted creator’s touch — create, create o dear soul, sweet child, show me what you can do with the power within you ) — awaiting that which would come from the boy from this catalyst fire —        /         @brightresearcher , battle start !!

[maedrvar]

maluspuerum:

a model essay … but this is from my summer course im literally in te a r s hol y shit 

[maedrvar]

ah !! he’s received his scores for his appeals — it’s overwhelming — but in the end, his dragons deserve the credit, they worked hard to pull that off !! 

[theworldisworthagif]

[gunelgasanova]

I think I’m finished with this. Concept art for my ‘Star Harvester’ character. Please view high-res.