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hey gamers sadly irl is killing me rn and Iâm overwhelmed so for a while Iâll just respond to your asks with headcanons..I hope thatâs okay!! please donât forget my ask box is still open, Iâm just gonna be doing headcanons for a while until I can get my life together đ„ł
Description: The use converts part of its own body into confetti to fire at the targets. This move will damage the user a bit, but the Speed and Accuracy of all opponents will be dropped by one stage.
Note: The user will take recoil damage equivalent to 1/7th of its own HP upon a successful performance of this move.
SPECIAL ITEM
Pink Ballon: A balloon that holds the excitement of a birthday party. When held by the Ultra Beast Parconfexti, all of its stats will be boosted by a small amount.
Effect: When held by Parconfexti, all stats (with the exception of HP) will have a 1.10x multiplier applied to them.
Entry 1: A kind of Ultra Beast. Its body is composed of a waxy substance with regenerative properties that can send anyone into euphoria with its fumes. When the three flames on its heads go out, it will solidify and not move until they are relit.
Entry 2: Excitably meticulous, this UB has been observed making marks on solid surfaces with mathematical precision. Once a circle of marks are complete, it will join nearby creatures for a song and dance within the circle.
More Ultra Beast cookie entries...will upload these one by one. Maybe request a cookie youâd like to see me write one of these entries for? Theyâre the technical and very relaxing for me.
Description: The user unleashes a booming sound from its chest that causes the air to vibrate and collect energy. After using this move, for three turns any contact made with the user will cause the attacker to become confused.
Note: This move affects both targets in a double battle. Switching out will reset the counter back to 0 until the move is used again.
Entry 1: A kind of Ultra Beast. It has been observed starting raves and moving to the beat of humans dancing within them. According to reports, people view Elecktrynth as a famous and friendly celebrity, rather than a UB.
Entry 2: One is the most amicable UBs. It has been observed using Blacephalons and Parconfextis to make its parties more exciting, and its tendrils seem to be able to make anyone want to dance until they canât.
Description: A small keychain with bells so tiny they almost canât make any noise. Theyâre so cute though that theyâre beloved by many. When held by the UB Puddingding, it restores HP at the end of every turn.
Effect: When held by the UB Puddinging, 1/10th of its max HP will be restored at the end of every turn.
Entry 1: One of the UBs. Its giant golden body is shaped like a bell, which reflects sunlight perfectly and allows it to be heard up to 30 miles away. It seems to favor cold areas.
btw I need to make a clarification about the status of certain ships: if I have certain cookies listed as family in the preferred headcanon section, itâs highly unlikely Iâm going to write them as romantic (depends on the ship obviously but for example Iâm not very likely to write onion x chestnut as romantic in any capacity). should have made this clearer earlier but Iâll amend the rules as soon as I can.
could I get some........ blueberry pie/rose? And for the two of them... maybe a moment with some flowers? rose is talking about the flowers and their beauty and meaning and bbp is just admiring her......
GALAXY BRAIN SHIP ANON
also i got kinda carried away with this LMAO
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âHow do you always manage to get in here? The Archives are sealed..I shut the entrance off ever since the last tome had a problem.â
Rose giggled.
âThe vine will dance its way into whatever space exists, no matter how hard you try to seal the cracks off.â
Blueberry pushed her glasses up. The tome in her hands rumbled, but she clutched it tightly to let it know the flowers were of no danger. Roseâs feet brought them wherever she went, their thorns snuggling up to whatever upstanding structures her lovely dance fluttered by. The Archive was certainly no exception with its endlessly stagnant and forever repetitive grandfather clocks.
âTake those flowers at once,â Blueberry said. She could not help but stare at their deliciously scarlet petals. âThey will ruin the books.â
Rose smiled. âReally? They seem to not be laying a hand on them.â
Feet continued to move. The loose papers in the archive followed to the beat. Rose did not stop dancing, the light of the moon kissing her bronze skin like dew on a leaf.
Blueberryâs jaw was wide open, but she covered her mouth for fear of...well, sacrilege wasnât really the right word, but it was all she could feel looking at the epitome of well-moving beauty before her. Such power, at least in her line of work, was supposed to be contained. Repressed. Held back for the fear of its uncontrollable power when it was released.
But Rose commanded more control in her step than every wizard who had stepped foot in the giant, cavernous Archive.
Every step was a love letter. A delicate toe to the floor was followed by a beckoning kiss for it to support her when her full weight came down on it. Arms, normally gracing the airâs territory, came down with the windâs blessing and made love of synchronized form while the rest of her body was putting absolute faith in the power of gravity.
Blueberry could not help but stare.
The flowers couldnât either.
But as Rose danced, she did not take her mind off this stalwart woman she had come to meet. This tango of hers, this dance, this dance, this love, was not a solidarity means of display. Rose had not a single drop of ego to put on display here, no matter how many people followed her and thought her talents beget otherwise.
Up the stairs was a woman more enamored with the flowers and Roseâs being as a phenomena to be analyzed more than something to be held or prized.
And really, what more could you ask out of someone when you were so famous?
Perhaps it was good thing Blueberry was so alone, for she had not fallen victim to the parasocial drippings of a larger society that Rose was used to. She stopped minding it long ago, all except for when it came time to actually settle down and wrap her vines around someone she truly cared for.
So she danced in the Archives, the flowers blooming their bleeding crimson blooms. Rose danced, and danced, and danced her heart out for the one who stood so affixed at the top of the stone stairs.
Heart out, eyes ablaze with curiosity and a spilling desire to touch this wandering flower who was willing to feed off the moon than the sun.
gonna galaxy brain here and make it a coming out story because these girls are TRANS and thereâs nothing u can do about it
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âWait...so...Gingerbright...â
âYeah?â
â...Youâve been...a girl this entire time too...?â
âYeah!â She smiled, taking Strawberryâs hand. âI thought I already told you though. Were you not at the party when I said it? Firecrackerâs big sib gave me the best party ever!!â
âN-no...â Strawberry said, looking at Gingerbright holding her hand.
âOh...! You donât like parties, I forgot! I should have told you yesterday then! After the whole thing!â
Strawberry kept staring at her hand.
âDo you want some of the leftover cake? Better get some before Piñata eats it!!!â
âNo...not really...â Strawberry said.
âBut itâs strawberry flavored?â Gingerbright said, beaming her signature smile.
Strawberry stared at her for a few seconds before pulling her hoodie shit. Bright stick her hand in before she could close it completely.
âWh...!!â
âSilly!! Come out Strawberry! Donât hide, whatâs there to hide from?â
âY-you...â she said.
âBut why? I have cake, and Iâm a girl now! Just like you! Weâre samesies now, we belong together!â
âTogether...?â
Strawberry loosened her hoodie. Her wide, amber eyes welled with tears, but she still held onto Gingerbrightâs hand.
Gingerbright beamed again.
âYes, together! Samesies, together forever!â She rose both their hands up, and Strawberryâs hoodie loosened completely.
âWeâre both girls now! It must be fate weâre both girls now and in love with each other! What else could it mean?â
Strawberry beamed, for the first time.
She stood up, and gave a determined look. Tears welled in her eyes and she rushed Gingerbright to the ground, although not before realizing how rash she had been in doing such a thing.
Crying to the side, she hugged Gingerbright apologizing profusely while her girlfriend assured her everything was alright.
tumblr once AGAIN fucked up my ask formatting so fireknight anon hereâs your request
this is tad Angsty btw but dw it ends well
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âI never want to see you again, you bastard.â
â...donât say that,â Fire Spirit said. With his typical smirk, he kissed Knightâs cheek. âI know you donât mean it.â
âAnd how would you know?â
Knight raised his lance. Its cold steel sent chills snaking through the air. The lance stank of rotting fruit, peeling from the heat of a summerâs sun.
His souvenir pet recoiled, clearly still carrying attachment to the one it once belonged to. The tail being alive was one of the most surprising things Fire Spirit learned about Pitaya, although it made his mind wander to some of the most unsavory ideas one could have about a dragon.
Even the mighty Fire Spirit had to bow to the lance. It was forged from the coldest steel, using a magic that drew on the darkest of desires. There was no asking where Knight could have gotten such a weaponâhe knew Knight wanted to maintain the image he was the valiant hero in shining armor everyone adored.
And perhaps, that he never had seen the death and destruction of the only home he ever knew.
â...â
Fire Spirit flicked him.
âHey!â Knight said. âWhat theâdonât do that! Iâll kill you!!â
âNo you wonât,â Fire Spirit said. âYou wouldnât even kill an enemy knight. I saw the way you fought the House of Raspberry. What a terrible house that one isâthey asked you to kill their heir once you bested him. To take his place.â
Knight lowered his lance.
Fire Spirit smirked.
âYou could have had it all thereâheaven knows you could have finally given Princess a proper throne. They were offering you so much, especially when they figured out you had bested the dragon!â
He knocked the lance out of Knightâs hand. High in the sky, he almost shattered it, but he merely sent it hurling into the nearest rock.
âBut you didnât.â
Knight knocked Fire Spiritâs staff out his hand. He gasped, but before he could reach for it Knight had knocked him in the face.
âHey! What the hell!â
âDonât curse, you heathen!â
âHeathen?! Bro, what the fuck! Thatâs funny coming out of your mouth, babe. Donât act like you donât love me. Or that what you did wasnât right! If you didnât have a good heart, I would have killed you long ago.â
The air stopped. Knight dropped the staff, and it sizzled on the soft grass. Fire Spirit picked it up, and swung it at Knightâ!
But not before he got out of the way.
His brow furrowed again. Fire Spirit laughed.
âYou are such a hardass sometimes, you know? But I love you. I love you even if Pitayaâdamn their dumb ass for engaging youâwould probably kill me for it. Do I look like Iâm bound to that bitch anymore?â
âDo not refer to your superior as a bitch.â
âHaha! Even the dragon?â
Knight grunted. Fire Spirit tickled his nose with his staff, and he relented into a tiny fit of laughter.
âY-yes, okay! Yes, even the dragon. Only I am allowed to refer to them with such trashy language. Youâd be killed!â
âBuddy,â Fire Spirit said, putting his hand on Knightâs shoulder. âI called them a bitch the first time I became who I am! Iâm pretty sure itâs a common thing for dragons to be vulgar anyway. Pitaya sure was against that golden weirdo they neighbor an isle over.â
Fire Spirit grabbed Knightâs hand. He jumped, but Fire Spirit kept him steady.
â...do you mean there are more, d-d-darling...?â he stammered.
Fire Spirit laughed, pulling him in and kissing his cheek.
âYou really donât want to know the answer to that babe!â
Knight stuck his tongue out at him. A hot finger approached it and he recoiled it back in, but not before getting a jolly howl out of Fire Spriit.
âHa! I love you, babe! But work on your pet names. Call me love with more gusto, please? I love you, donât you know that?â
Knight buried his face in his hands, burning as brightly as the sun.
Spare cinnavamp? Idk what else to add I just lov them ndnddjdnsnnssm
âWhat?! You canât sleep for a week. Thatâs just not physically possible.â
âTry me,â Vampire said, a smirk spreading on his face. Cinnamon looked at him with those wide, amber eyes of theirs. Some said they were vacuous, devoid of all thought, but Vampire knew better.
At any given moment, his husband was planning a magic trick. Maybe it was turning the milk in the kitchen into lilies, making rabbits out of printer paper, or manifesting doves from bleach. Which, by the way, they had done beforeâat the worst possible timeâbecause Vampire had somehow managed to spill wine all over his wedding dress 30 minutes before the vows.
âI donât want you to sleep for a week though, babe...â Cinnamon said, putting on a pout. âWhat would I do without my daily dose of vampire kisses...?â
Cinnamon exaggerated their pout, pretending to cry. Vampire laughed and kissed Cinnamonâs hand, staring into those wide, goldstone eyes that contain the whole of the universeâs secret on showmanship magic.
âDonât worry my loveâI promise I wonât,â he said. âI have no reason to do that anymore...not since I met you.â
Cinnamon smiled. Vampire smiled back, but not before Cinnamon pulled a black dove from his cape and let it loose. It landed on Vampireâs head and Cinnamon pulled him into the biggest kiss before he could say another word.
Letâs just do mintrock because I got other requests to tend to! But itâs one of my fav ships so how can I say no :3
-Mint proposed first! He proposed at of of Rockstarâs concerts, in the dressing room.
-Although to be fair, Rockstar was planning to propose at one of Mintâs concerts!! Theyâre just that in sync :3
-They both wore wedding dresses to the wedding! Rockstar wore a spiky, almost punk styled dress down the aisle, while his husband wore a lovely lackey mint green one with gold trim. Almost like his in game costume đł
-Rocky and Mint both wrote their own vows. Rockstar sang his! Mint sang his too (a surprise to everyone in the crowd since nobody knew he could sing!) and produced a mystery violin from somewhere to go along with it.
-the wedding was huge btw, but itâs fine because Rockstar and Mint both retired to a private island for like a month with the honeymoon. Sparkling and Vampire sent them both cards and sent them fancy champagne as wedding presents!
Also as a bonus, I think they both should be Chestnutâs dads now. New family headcanon: singing family! Mint Choco and Rockstar adopted Chestnut a few months after the honeymoon and theyâre great dads who put a lot of their money into making sure he has a good trike and writes to his heartâs content!
the ask fucked up the formatting so @ that raspcotton anon i got u covered
so you think ccâs a writer huh? :3 neat idea!!
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âWhat?! Flowers...?! For me........?!â
âIâm only giving them to you because I have to pay you for what youâre doing for me...â Raspberry said. âYou have fencing lessons today...â
âOh, yeah...wait, what?!â
Cotton Candy put her pen down on her desk, holding the papers close to her chest. Raspberry followed suit, pulling the flowers to towards his chest, although he shook so hard the plastic rang in his ears.
âDonât hurt the flowers, Raspberry...! Their petals are falling off...â
âAh! What, no!
âDonât drop them either! Oh, theyâre...!â
The entire room went silent. Cotton Candy stared at the flowers on the flower and Raspberry stared atâ
â...your manuscript, CC!â
Cotton Candy didnât make a sound.
âCC...?â
Silence.
âCC...?â he said once again. Quiet, and ragged.
The papers on the floor were her manuscript. She had taken a break from writing her trademark love letters, the inspiration for so many of her gooey tooth-rotting romances. In fact, that was what inspired her to become a writer. So many lovers had fallen in love with the words her pen inked out, so much so she had seen marriage proposals made with them.
But...now...
âI should have never written anything...!â she wailed. âMy story is garbage...! I canât write a fencing scene, canât write the way the sword pierces the fabric of the...the...rival?! Opposing dueler?! Oh wahhhhhhhhh...!!!!â
Raspberry jumped as Cotton Candy wailed. She fell to her knees, balling her manuscript in her hands. Tears fell from her eyes and she scraped her face trying to wipe them with the papers.
âCC no!â Raspberry screamed. âYouâll cut yourself! Donât get paper cuts on your...pretty face...!â
âWhy?! Why do you care...?!â she screamed at him. âIâm no good at writing! I suck! My story will be trash!! And not full of the love itâs supposed to be...!â
âNo.........no...!â he said. His voice was soft, but he was straining slightly to not raise it. He was just as scared of failure as she was, but by the heavens was he going to let someone else suffer the same predicament as him.
âI told you I was going to give you a lesson, no? Look, we can still have the lesson. I promise. Maybe I can make some arrangements to have it sooner...? I have a lot of knightly duties to attend to, but I want to take care of you...as best as I can.â
He couldnât believe he was saying that. A few months ago, he could hardly say he cared for anyone without feeling like his heart was going to explode. And like he was going to die, caring for anyone.
Living as a knightâs captain wasnât the best occupation to show âsoftnessâ in.
He rubbed Cotton Candyâs back.
âHere, look...! We can make it better...! Look, I read your story, if that helps you. I promise you it was great. Iâm not a writer, but my mom was, and I read her manuscripts all the time. Your writing is impeccable...! Such a marvelous sense of flow and imagery...!â
Cotton Candy clutched the paper to her chest. She shook a little bit, her arms shaking, the paper ripping. Each rip swelled in the silence of the empty room.
But as Raspberry took her hand, they all ground to a halt.
â...CC, remember when you asked me what those flowers were for...? They..â
He put his forehead on hers. She looked up at his eyes, squeezed shut. His face was as hot as the sun, and he pushed the frazzled flowers towards her. What a lucky break to have dropped them within armâs length...
âThey were for you,â he said. âI love you, you know...?â he said softly. âIâve loved you for a while, and I wanted this fencing lesson to...be an expression of it. Nothing is more passionate than the duel, especially for a lovely lady like yourself...â
Cotton Candy stared. The room became silent again, but she stroked his face and stared into his eyes as she pushed back against his forehead.
âTh...thank you...â she said, tearing up. Raspberry put a hand to her eye to wiper her tear and she kissed his palm, taking it in her own that smelled of roses and jasmine.
âAre you still up for that fencing lesson, baby...?â
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