Don't think too hard 'bout the pfp, it's an old photo-
Heya there, I'm.. Skrub. Seriously. No, I don't want a name change, I can't even think of what I'd change it to
Born and raised in Orre, scraping by as comfortably as I can, decided to try out Rotumblr after fleeing from a significantly worse social media. Hope I can make some buds here!
Current pokemon:
Medicham, my oldest teammate. Has no official nickname but I tend to call them gramps or "Cham-Chams". Retired old fart <3
Bowler, my Golem. Wonderful fella. A lot smaller than usual golems! Raised him from an egg, really popular around town because he likes to nap about the Agate zen garden whenever I let him out on a roll.
Baps Jr., A goofy wobbafett. No thoughts behind his eyes. Got them from a friend in the past, and has been with me ever since. Loves pretending to be a bunch of things, loves rain.
The Baby, a shiny baby Cacnea nub I almost tripped on out in the desert. Name is not subject to change. She's grown out of her pot and now has nubs to take her every which way.
Luna, found as a stray Orrish Skitty. Evolved into a Purmajesty after she stole a moon stone. She's gonna have to get used to being giant now, but she's still just as feisty and eager to battle.
Han, a Clamperl. Very round. Very sleepy. Very shiny shell. He's been improving greatly with his health. Appears to be some kind of specialty breed.
Menace the Carnivine, some kind of variety called Purple Haze. He's a mischievous lil fella and I love him. Likes spinning on ceiling fans and chewing on me.
Greenie the Sunflora, a greenburst variant Sunflora adopted from the goldenrod ecological society after Luvdisc day. She's an absolute cuddle bug and the team accepted her immediately. Has started to join Chams during his meditation sessions.
Pippin the Applin, an Applin adopted also from the GES, as they were a rejected Luvdisc Day gift. He's an absolute snob when it comes to fruit, and won't tolerate me keeping anything other than HIS apples on the counter. Orre's most famous dragon.
Jupiter the Unown, "🪐 form"???? M' gonna need to document a lot about this fella. Seems to be a feathery guy. Can spin and whip up some real strong wind. Wonder how strong...
Clover the Capsakid. Grew from a seed I found in my attic. Why I keep getting mons that bite me forever and ever, don't ask me. It's the world's oldest baby because I think the seed belonged to like. My twice great grandpa or something.
//ooc under cut!
(// HI LMAO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER THAT IVE DONE A BLOG LIKE THIS SO GO EASY!! Blog name and this intro post is very much subject to change lmao
My main is @star-aether and so I follow from there! I go by Penny or whatever else you wanna call me! Nsfw and suggestive jokes are fine too, feel free to block the tag(if I remember to tag)! Skrub (here's his Bulbapedia page btw) is just some random ass ex-cypher peon in his 40s now, was 20 when he got beaten into the ground by Wes and he's still getting shit for his name. People recognize it that well djdhdjdb
Was very much inspired by blogs like @realpokemon, @triple-aaa-batteries-pkm, @nerdpokemonheadcanons, and a buncha others ehehe))
I just caught a glimpse of HOA President Tammy Sweet’s new “designer breed” sneasel from across the street. I wouldn’t have paid 200,000P for it, but it is pretty cute.
Greetings Rotumblr. This update has been a long time in coming, but I believe it is high time that we have unveiled our cause to the world.
We are Team Neo Enigma, dedicated to the righteous cause of our predecessor without following the same, dark path our predecessors strayed down. Team Neo Enigma remains dedicated to the light, and shining a bright spotlight on the true dangers posed to this world by Glitches, Anomalies, and Glitch Pokemon.
Our Admins are as follows:
Neo Enigma Admin Emma-
Age: 21
Ghost specialist, devout Arcist, dedicated and passionate about spreading awareness and the Truth about Glitch Pokemon.
Neo Enigma Admin Taylor
Age: 28
Streaming Superstar Taylor TTV makes his triumphant return to Team Enigma!
Our team is currently open for new members, though applications are coming in fast. We accept any and all prospective members who are willing to join us in bringing to light the Truth about Glitch Pokemon.
When the lobby screen swipes away, the bright smiling face of Lady Zee appears! She’s sitting on her desk waving giddily at the camera. Strangely, instead of her signature black jumpsuit and shoulder cape, she’s wearing a maroon and white swimsuit, a white broad brimmed hat, and a sheer pink waist wrap.
Someone offscreen passes her a large inflatable finizen pool toy and she holds it up at an angle as if one of its fins is waving to the audience.
“Hello my darling skiddo kiddos!” She cheers, “You’re here with me, Lady Zee, and before we get started today I have a VERY exciting announcement! The Finizen Shoals Resort and Waterpark on Akala Island, Alola has provided us with a WONDERFUL opportunity!”
She sets the pool toy in her lap. It squeaks in that damp plastic way and she looks cutely surprised before continuing.
“Earlier this summer there was some… Turmoil. We all went through a lot together under the Sky. So! To spread a bit of joy in the world, Finizen Shoals has generously offered us a FABULOUS week long stay at their gorgeous, recently renovated resort!”
She twirls a finger in the air, and the screen switches to show clips of an idyllic water park and beach resort featuring finizen and Alolan pokemon motifs in the decor, food, and beverages.
Then the screen swipes back to Zee who has replaced the pool toy with her sensu style oricoria Carmelita who is wearing a tiny pair of heart shaped sunglasses.
“When I was a little girl this was simply a waterpark I visited once or twice,” Zee continues accompanied by a curious chirp from Carmelita, “So I’m SO EXCITED to see what they’ve done with the place! It’s a waterpark AND a beachfront resort now! How’s that for fun and convenient?”
Carmelita chirps inquisitively, and Zee holds her fingertips to her mouth and makes a dainty little gasping sound. “What a good question, Lita! What DOES this magical experience cost you, the treasured guest?”
Zee then throws her hands up into the air with celebratory delight. “ALL it costs is a donation to your favorite charity! As much or as little as you feel is appropriate and doable for you! Simply make your donation, then go to Finizen Shoals’s website, click on my name, Lady Zee, under the upcoming events tab, and on the checkout screen you’ll simply upload a picture or screenshot of your donation receipt! That’s it!
“This MAGNIFICENT summer getaway experience will be happening at the end of this month, August 24 - 30th 2025! I’m so excited to see you all there, my darlings! Go start packing, and don’t forget! Mommy loves you!”
Zee disappears to prepare for her regularly scheduled stream, and a new screen takes over.
[We’ll Be Right Back!]
(( OOC info under the cut: ))
Finizen Shoals will be a low stakes, purely for fun beach episode style event where the characters get to spend a week having fun on Akala Island in Alola!
To participate, roleplay or blog about what they’re up to while on their trip! Prompts and games will be posted as well, and interaction with other players for beach games and island excursions is encouraged!
This is intended to be a relaxed and fun event to wrap up the summer, so there are no hard rules or expectations, mostly just themes and prompts for you to enjoy exploring with your characters!
Join us in the RotoUniverse Discord server for more chatting and brainstorming! We’re excited to see you there!
Event name “Finizen Shoals” submitted by @real-team-luster
The following video was filmed and uploaded 1 July, 2025
Zee is walking across a flat expanse of grass that’s been trampled down and left patchy and muddy in places as if large numbers of people and heavy equipment had walked or been dragged across it. New green shoots now peek from the bare soil. The Earth is already beginning to heal from the scratches dealt to it for the mirth of the Millenium Festival that has since been packed away and slumbering for the joys of next year.
In her arms is a small yellow bundle wrapped in swaddling like a baby. It is a baby, in truth, small and naive and filled with limitless potential. Too much potential for such a tiny thing to bear in its eye.
It’s too easy to tempt. Too easy to corrupt. The hearts of humans are fragile, fallible things with so many wants and so little love for what they already hold. The eye beholds the heart, and the stars that reflect in its iris seek to grant desires.
A gust of wind from her oricorio sends a smattering of bushes tumbling, revealing a small but deep pit that’s been burrowed into the ground. Zee shifts the bundle into the crook of one arm before she takes hold of the rope ladder with the other, and she carefully descends into the darkness. The camera does not follow.
A minute passes. Then two. Then three.
Then the ladder shakes, and Zee climbs back out. The bundle is nowhere to be seen.
One of the pokeballs on her belt bursts open, setting loose her turtonator who promptly begins carving up portions of the Earth and heaving them into the pit. Before long, it’s been filled and tamped down, and Zee drags the uprooted bushes back. Before the resting place of her wishes, she settles to her knees.
By hand, she scrapes back the soil and nestles the roots of each bush in place, seeming to savor the grounded sensation of the soil scraping her delicate fingertips and scratching her nails. She puts in the work and buries the roots deep. Sweat beads on her brow, and more than once she stops to massage her aching back with a hand that’s going to need its manicure redone. But she puts in the work. After a long period of effort, her little investment in the future is rooted. These will take some time to acclimate to the trauma and the change they’ve endured, but perhaps in a year or two they’ll bloom, and she’ll get to discover what colors they are.
The sun begins to creep up, up, up over the horizon, and Zee squints into the dawn as she faces the new day.
Without the contamination of the Wishmade Sky, the sun and the moon will rise and fall with the days, and in the light of the sun roots planted today will grow deep, fulfilled without the promises of stardust and wishes.
“This is what makes me feel at peace. When I think about what I have now, who I have now, I love and I feel loved. I gather my joys under my pillow, and I dream of seeing them again in the morning.”
She sat on the ground cradling the tiny legendary in her arms as he sniffled under the onslaught of his nightmares.
“The happiest moment of my life,” Zee said as she caressed tears away from the jirachi’s tiny face with her finger, “The happiest moment of my life…”
She held him close, and she whispered her secrets to him.
Around her, apparitions like gossamer curtains danced, playing out her dearest memories and happiest dreams under the sweet lavender sky.
(Arc info below)
Soothe Soma the jirachi back into sweet dreams! Have your character share their happiest dreams and/or most cherished memories to help. Instead of what they wish they had, what are they grateful for now?
These joyful thoughts will appear briefly to the characters like ghosts playing out scenes before disappearing. It’s up to you if your character can interact with them or if they’re just observers. The characters under the sky will also experience pleasant dreams and good nights of sleep under this sky.
Over this segment, the red sky will gradually turn lavender as the characters fuel Soma’s sweet dreams.
Arc part two, "Wishmade Sky: Stardust and Dreams" will last from June 20 - June 30! Tag your posts for this segment #wishmade sky: stardust and dreams
For more information about the arc and the link to the Discord server, see this post!
“It’s too much. I want to go home. I want to go HOME. LEAVE ME ALONE.”
Zee’s wish has gone bad! She’s having a nightmare about the creatures that took her mother away, and she seems to no longer recognize her companions! Will you try to calm her?
Perfect Daughter moveset:
Stealth Rock
Venoshock
Head Smash
Ebullient Nightmare (signature)
Perfect Daughter is a wish-turned-nightmare fusion of Zee and a nihilego. She's wandering near the Ruins of Alph and being followed by the jirachi Soma. She’s mostly keeping to herself, but occasionally she starts to panic which in turn causes Soma to cry and the sky in the immediate area to ripple and worsen the nearby nightmares. She’ll attack if you get too close to her or Soma, or if you attack first.
If she gets worn down in battle, she’ll take Soma and flee.
Ebullient Nightmare
Type: Psychic
Category: Physical
PP: 10
Power: 120
Accuracy: 100%
The user has a nightmare which causes stardust to crystalize around the target to trap them, then the crystals explode.
Inflicts damage for 3 turns. After Ebullient Nightmare is finished, the user falls asleep.
If the target is afflicted by sleep when Ebullient Nightmare hits, the target will gain the nightmare status which deals damage every turn until the target wakes up.
If the Ebullient Nightmare duration is disrupted (such as by full paralysis or hurting itself due to confusion), it will immediately end. The user will only fall asleep if Ebullient Nightmare is fully executed, without its duration being disrupted. Sleep, freeze, binding, and flinching will pause but not disrupt the duration of Ebullient Nightmare. (Copied from Bulbapedia article “Outrage (move)” )
(interaction info below)
This is an optional boss fight encounter for the end of Wishmade Sky: Puppets and Ashes. This is also an open invitation to roleplay out a scene if you would like to interact with her or would like a BBEG for your story before the final chapter!
From the ooc standpoint, Perfect Daughter is not meant to be defeatable at this point in time. She is overpowered due to the wish for strength she currently embodies, so please don’t have your character actively knock her out in battle. They CAN however force her to flee or injure her.
Perfect Daughter will not kill, but if you’d like her to do some serious damage for your story, coordinate it with Kittrex!
Limitations:
-Don’t dismember her
-Don’t give her fatal injuries
-If something is too much or clashes with future plot elements, for roleplay convenience it might be determined she just miraculously recovered from it, it actually missed, etc
If you would like to have your character battle or otherwise encounter Perfect Daughter, feel free to post about the encounter or the aftermath, or reach out to Kittrex for a roleplay.
If you would like to otherwise coordinate something in depth or have questions, feel free to contact Kittrex on Discord or via dms on @ladyzee-oddityhunter
Perfect Daughter will only be around in canon until the evening of the 20th June, 2025. However, if a scene isn’t finished being written before then we can just say it finished accordingly with the timeline and in real life just keep writing.
For more information about the Wishmade Sky arc and the link to the Discord server, see this post!
[The following offscreen event took place June 17, 2025]
(CW: Violence, panic attack, descriptions of child death)
She Was Lost To the Ultra Deep Sea
It was a mistake to allow anyone near her. It was her own fault the universe was falling to pieces, so she had to be the one to remedy it.
But she’d been lost, confused, and frightened. When Simon offered to help her, even after she’d denied him so thoroughly before the sky turned red, the relief was a warm cup of cocoa on a chilly day. It was a light at the end of a tunnel.
But it was all going wrong. Of course it was.
As soon as Snakewood touched her, something in the world fundamentally shifted. There was a sound like rushing air, and a swirl of stardust swept between Zee and Snakewood to obscure them amidst a shroud of glittering dust.
It cleared as their bodies parted, and the golden eyes staring at him in shock were no longer Zee’s.
As she fell backward, Estrella looked confused and utterly betrayed, like he was someone she’d trusted dearly to have her back. Polaroid photographs scattered around her like leaves as she fell, each one featuring blurry, unrecognizable forms as photos in dreams tended to do. Occasionally the form of a golden eyed little girl with natural brown hair flitted past just before her photo crumbled into stardust.
A dark portal opened behind her, and as Estrella vanished into it the world seemed to swing up and over, dumping the mortals from the surface of the Earth and plunging them into an endless, dark, frigid sea.
Reverberating through the pitch water was the sound of a little girl crying. She sobbed and cried out for her mother who did not answer, not even as her cries grew louder and louder, desperate and alone.
“When’s Momma coming home?” She wailed.
There was no answer. Zee remembered this, these long nights of crying for her Momma who’d been due to come home weeks, months, years ago. She’d stopped crying eventually, finding progress instead in pain when she sank her teeth into her lip and instead focused on holding her feelings in. She would yearn for the days when waking from a nightmare meant tiptoeing into Momma and Papa’s room and curling up between them, safe and warm in their bed that somehow always felt softer than her own. But those days were over, and so were her tears.
As they continued to sink, the child’s heartbroken cries grew softer and more muffled. Deep below, something moved.
Deep below them, it looked like Estrella had been cornered by something. It looked like a jellicent but bigger, a hulking mass of maroon tentacles and crystalline eyes circling a glassy bell.
Zee was at its side then, and she screamed at it, snarled, and slashed with immaculate pink claws. She ripped at the water as she attempted to claw her way to her mother, the ocean boiling and hissing around her hands and she ripped her claws through it. She couldn’t lose her again, not now, not after all this time and breaking the world so badly just to hug her again.
She dug her toes into the rocky floor, and it cracked under the force of her attempting to propel forward. So close. She was so close. She wailed for her mother to reach, reach, REACH for her!
However, no matter how hard she fought she couldn’t quite close the distance. Fight as she did, reach as they did, their fingers were always a hair’s breadth apart.
The red monster slashed at Zee, and crimson blood muddied the water from the deep gash across her abdomen as she was thrown backward. Darkness enveloped Estrella, one hand still reaching, always reaching, for her daughter as the monster’s claws and tentacles closed in around her.
Then she was gone.
Zee heard someone say her name. A familiar voice. A friendly voice. Blood still billowing around her like a watery shroud, she curled up, pressing her arms into the bleeding slash. It was a friend, but she couldn’t bear to be seen now swathed in shame and loss.
“I wished for the strength to protect her,” She whispered to whatever powers she could bargain with.
From the bloody darkness, a massive, translucent claw emerged, reaching silently toward Simon who was still trying to draw her attention.
The red motherbeast swiped at him, carving trails of stardust in the wake of its claws. Simon was pulled aside by Snakewood’s pokemon. What was that? An elygem? No, the bigger one. It was happening too fast. Everything was too much. Too much noise. Too much sensation. Too much pressure. Too much, too much, TOO MUCH.
The monster slashed again. Suddenly, Zee was upside-down staring down at the skirmish from above. Her breath snagged in her chest like coarse gravel as the two halves of a little girl with pink hair floated lifelessly beneath her, bleeding stardust from her torso and hips. Her golden eyes stared vacantly skyward toward the churning waves high above.
Above them, the Sea roared with fury, and Soma was buffeted by the water where he drifted high above her. He sniffled and began to cry as he was tossed about by the nightmare.
“Zee! Help us!” Simon’s voice cut through the din, and she looked down toward him, her mind grinding its stalling gears to life again.
Then her staggering heart sank as Zee the kadabra whisked Snakewood from the Ultra Deep Sea to safety. Jellybean, Simon’s swablu-natu, was shimmering with the psychic energy to do the same.
Her wish for strength had been granted. Her purpose was to protect. She was here to protect the wishes. Protect her mother. Protect Soma.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
Protect them. Protect her. But… What about Simon?
Could she protect Simon too? Did he even need her? Or had she shattered his love for her along with the rest of the universe? How much more had she lost?
She reached out a hand, and he was gone as well.
The roaring of waves and Soma’s wailing raged in her ears and rattled her to her core. She instinctively reached for her pocket to grip her coin, hoping to feel its ridges bite into her palm in that familiar little way that always brought her back to herself. However, she found her hands were full now. Soma was curled against her chest, and she was holding him like he was the most precious bundle in the world. When she lifted a hand away from him he cried louder. He was screaming now, and the thin sunlight piercing the sea guttered and went dark.
Her childhood was dead. Her mother was lost. In spite of all of her power, despite all of the sunk cost, she was unable to save her meager wishes in the end.
She dragged her nails down her skull and screamed.
[The following offscreen event took place June 17, 2025]
(CW: Violence, panic attack, descriptions of child death)
She Was Lost To the Ultra Deep Sea
It was a mistake to allow anyone near her. It was her own fault the universe was falling to pieces, so she had to be the one to remedy it.
But she’d been lost, confused, and frightened. When Simon offered to help her, even after she’d denied him so thoroughly before the sky turned red, the relief was a warm cup of cocoa on a chilly day. It was a light at the end of a tunnel.
But it was all going wrong. Of course it was.
As soon as Snakewood touched her, something in the world fundamentally shifted. There was a sound like rushing air, and a swirl of stardust swept between Zee and Snakewood to obscure them amidst a shroud of glittering dust.
It cleared as their bodies parted, and the golden eyes staring at him in shock were no longer Zee’s.
As she fell backward, Estrella looked confused and utterly betrayed, like he was someone she’d trusted dearly to have her back. Polaroid photographs scattered around her like leaves as she fell, each one featuring blurry, unrecognizable forms as photos in dreams tended to do. Occasionally the form of a golden eyed little girl with natural brown hair flitted past just before her photo crumbled into stardust.
A dark portal opened behind her, and as Estrella vanished into it the world seemed to swing up and over, dumping the mortals from the surface of the Earth and plunging them into an endless, dark, frigid sea.
Reverberating through the pitch water was the sound of a little girl crying. She sobbed and cried out for her mother who did not answer, not even as her cries grew louder and louder, desperate and alone.
“When’s Momma coming home?” She wailed.
There was no answer. Zee remembered this, these long nights of crying for her Momma who’d been due to come home weeks, months, years ago. She’d stopped crying eventually, finding progress instead in pain when she sank her teeth into her lip and instead focused on holding her feelings in. She would yearn for the days when waking from a nightmare meant tiptoeing into Momma and Papa’s room and curling up between them, safe and warm in their bed that somehow always felt softer than her own. But those days were over, and so were her tears.
As they continued to sink, the child’s heartbroken cries grew softer and more muffled. Deep below, something moved.
Deep below them, it looked like Estrella had been cornered by something. It looked like a jellicent but bigger, a hulking mass of maroon tentacles and crystalline eyes circling a glassy bell.
Zee was at its side then, and she screamed at it, snarled, and slashed with immaculate pink claws. She ripped at the water as she attempted to claw her way to her mother, the ocean boiling and hissing around her hands and she ripped her claws through it. She couldn’t lose her again, not now, not after all this time and breaking the world so badly just to hug her again.
She dug her toes into the rocky floor, and it cracked under the force of her attempting to propel forward. So close. She was so close. She wailed for her mother to reach, reach, REACH for her!
However, no matter how hard she fought she couldn’t quite close the distance. Fight as she did, reach as they did, their fingers were always a hair’s breadth apart.
The red monster slashed at Zee, and crimson blood muddied the water from the deep gash across her abdomen as she was thrown backward. Darkness enveloped Estrella, one hand still reaching, always reaching, for her daughter as the monster’s claws and tentacles closed in around her.
Then she was gone.
Zee heard someone say her name. A familiar voice. A friendly voice. Blood still billowing around her like a watery shroud, she curled up, pressing her arms into the bleeding slash. It was a friend, but she couldn’t bear to be seen now swathed in shame and loss.
“I wished for the strength to protect her,” She whispered to whatever powers she could bargain with.
From the bloody darkness, a massive, translucent claw emerged, reaching silently toward Simon who was still trying to draw her attention.
The red motherbeast swiped at him, carving trails of stardust in the wake of its claws. Simon was pulled aside by Snakewood’s pokemon. What was that? An elygem? No, the bigger one. It was happening too fast. Everything was too much. Too much noise. Too much sensation. Too much pressure. Too much, too much, TOO MUCH.
The monster slashed again. Suddenly, Zee was upside-down staring down at the skirmish from above. Her breath snagged in her chest like coarse gravel as the two halves of a little girl with pink hair floated lifelessly beneath her, bleeding stardust from her torso and hips. Her golden eyes stared vacantly skyward toward the churning waves high above.
Above them, the Sea roared with fury, and Soma was buffeted by the water where he drifted high above her. He sniffled and began to cry as he was tossed about by the nightmare.
“Zee! Help us!” Simon’s voice cut through the din, and she looked down toward him, her mind grinding its stalling gears to life again.
Then her staggering heart sank as Zee the kadabra whisked Snakewood from the Ultra Deep Sea to safety. Jellybean, Simon’s swablu-natu, was shimmering with the psychic energy to do the same.
Her wish for strength had been granted. Her purpose was to protect. She was here to protect the wishes. Protect her mother. Protect Soma.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
Protect them. Protect her. But… What about Simon?
Could she protect Simon too? Did he even need her? Or had she shattered his love for her along with the rest of the universe? How much more had she lost?
She reached out a hand, and he was gone as well.
The roaring of waves and Soma’s wailing raged in her ears and rattled her to her core. She instinctively reached for her pocket to grip her coin, hoping to feel its ridges bite into her palm in that familiar little way that always brought her back to herself. However, she found her hands were full now. Soma was curled against her chest, and she was holding him like he was the most precious bundle in the world. When she lifted a hand away from him he cried louder. He was screaming now, and the thin sunlight piercing the sea guttered and went dark.
Her childhood was dead. Her mother was lost. In spite of all of her power, despite all of the sunk cost, she was unable to save her meager wishes in the end.
She dragged her nails down her skull and screamed.
Something was going very wrong. She could feel it.
Chest tight and breaths coming in shallow staccato, she fell shuddering to her knees with the little Jirachi Soma clutched desperately against her chest. He fussed, and the very air seemed to twist inside her lungs. Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep.
“Please,” She gasped as the tiny form in her hands stirred and whimpered, not unlike a baby. Dread swelled in her heart like someone had poured molten iron into her arteries, and each beat thundered hard in her ears.
Suddenly, her ears were ringing as the pressure around her dropped, and at once she felt like she was falling, falling, surely about to slip through the rocky Earth and tumble into the abyss forever.
The ringing grew louder and louder, screeching against her eardrums until she knew her skull would creak and shatter if she was made to endure any more. She dropped her head to the ground, scraping her forehead and gnashing her teeth as she clutched the Jirachi against her body like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to this broken world.
“Please,” She sobbed again. The ringing pulsed, and she realized then it was Soma’s wailing, a wretched fusion of an infant’s cries and the shriek of grinding metal.
The pressure suddenly crashed back in, compressing her brain in her skull like a vise. The world flickered, and the air shuddered. There was an audible SNAP.
High above, the glittering blue sky had cracked. It started with a single crack, a sliver of red peeking between the stars like someone was peering inside their snow globe. Then it seeped through, leaking into the blue like blood in water.
Zee tossed her head back, her heavy crown shuddering on her skull as she observed the sky. She watched, helpless on her knees and cradling the sobbing child. She watched, ice sluicing through her veins as she further ruined the world unhindered. She watched, terrified as the wish sky bled to death.
The red sky now burned valiantly above. From the ashes of the wishes granted, nightmares emerged.
(Arc info below)
Soma the Jirachi is having a nightmare, and the blue wish sky has turned red! Under this sky, the wishes your character made and came true in the first segment will begin to warp into nightmares.
Arc part two, "Wishmade Sky: Puppets and Ashes" will last from June 10 - June 20! Tag your posts for this segment #wishmade sky: puppets and ashes
For more information about the arc, the upcoming plot prompts, and the link to the Discord server, see this post!
[ The following event takes place in the evening of June 1, 2025 ]
(Cw: References to attempted matricide )
I Wish, I Wish, I Wish
“It’s almost over,” She sighed wistfully.
The Millennium Comet burned its way across the darkening sky above them, its golden-white reflection shimmering in the facets of the violet crystal in her hands.
Mateo watched as Zee hefted the Millennium Crystal toward the comet. The Wishmaker would wake to the light of the comet and the ringing of a pure voice. So she sang, her voice carving out a fierce tune of pure love, devotion, and savagery.
Her voice that grated on his ears.
He hated her. She was Estrella’s true daughter, her child of flesh and blood. Try as he had, he had never truly convinced the woman he loved like a mother of her blood daughter’s wretchedness.
She valued him, yes. Tolerated him. But he supposed it had been a far fetched effort from the beginning to hope the leader of Team Heartless would save a fragment of her hollowed heart for him.
And then the wretched daughter had stabbed her own mother in said heart. Despite everything, she’d still had one to stab.
He hated the ungrateful girl. Loathed her. Craved her death at every turn and every remark against her mother. Yet he kept finding himself in her orbit, drawn in by her dominant presence and her creative will.
She was going to restore their beloved lost mother. Of course he had to assist her and ensure her success.
So he stood at her side as the crystal began to crumble, dissolving into glittering stardust. He supposed he should have been more alert, more in awe as the form of the Wishmaker hatched from its crystal cradle. Instead, he was surprised by how small it was.
It was positively infantile, fitting easily in the cup of her waiting hands.
Its blanket of wings unfurled slowly, fluttering behind it like wisps of starlit cobwebs. It cooed, fussing a little like a baby waking from its nap. Then its eyes opened.
She took it in her hands and cradled it against her chest, her painted lips parting in wonder as the little night black eyes peered up at her.
“Hello, sweetie,” Zee whispered.
It cooed and reached up, tugging a strand of her pink hair in its minuscule hand.
Mateo’s lip twitched. Despite the serene picture, something felt wrong. He flexed the pale golden aura surrounding him, and he felt it. Something distinctly off, like something cold and shadowy pressing itself against his psychic aura just outside of his periphery.
“Zenobia,” He warned, but she frowned and turned away.
He realized it then, she had what she wanted now. She didn’t need him anymore, and she certainly wouldn’t heed his council now.
He’d found Jirachi for her. The rest of the mission was in her hands.
The Jirachi took flight now, rising like smoke from her arms as it scrubbed at its face and yawned.
“Jirachi,” Zee said, her voice growing taught with urgency as her salvation risked floating away, “Grant my wish.”
It rolled, then tilted its head sleepily. It seemed unfocused, distracted even, whimpering and massaging its forehead.
“Jirachi!” She cried again, reaching up.
It whimpered again, a pitiful sound. It shook its head, and the three cyan tags dangling from its star began to glow nauseatingly.
That unsettled feeling shifted to one of dread in Mateo’s stomach as Jirachi’s power pulsed. Dark power.
“Zenobia,” The psychic said, reaching toward her, “Something’s wrong here.”
Her golden eyes narrowed, and she pulled away with a scowl. The Jirachi made a sound, almost like it was crying, and it began to sink, falling like rags plummeting into the depths of a lake of stars. Zee’s gaze only softened as she reached up again, her soft hands offering safety. Its lazy descent paused, hovering mere inches out of her reach, wavering between her offered comfort and the uncertainty of the night.
“Jirachi!” Zee cried, desperate now, “Beloved of the stars, grant my wish!”
The true eye cracked open then, just a sliver, and Mateo felt coldness assail him, sudden and shocking like having the bedsheets ripped from him in the middle of the night.
The little hands clutched her fingertips. Its black eyes settled slowly upon her face, and it asked in a tiny, child-like voice, “Heartless daughter, what do you wish for?”
Mateo saw it then. Tears. A red rimmed eye, and three burning tags. The air shrieked with the wailing of a frightened child in the night.
Zee’s own golden eyes were blinded by her ambition, by her dreams skimming her fingertips, by the promise of a wish in her ears.
“I wish for my mother!”
A tag ignited.
“I wish for my childhood!”
A tag ignited.
“And I wish for the strength to protect them!”
The last of three tags ignited, burning hot against the darkness.
Mateo reached again only to have a flash of stars and steel repel him, slapping him away like flailing, terror-blinded hands. Jirachi was not awake. It was sleepwalking.
This was the coalescence of Wishmaker and nightmare.
“ZENOBIA!” He screamed, reaching with shaking hands for his sister-accomplice, but it was far too late.
The Eye opened.
He thought it was a dream, or perhaps death, as light swallowed him and the world shuddered. For a moment, there was only light and silence as the universe seemed to hold its breath.
And the sky shattered.
The breaking was felt as much as it was heard, a sharp rippling across reality as something essential was overwritten. Sky fragments fell like stars, streaking white tears against the rich blue and twirling colors spreading across the primordial darkness. The splatter of stars and colors swelled like ink in water, horrible and beautiful as dreams and nightmares could often be. He could hear the new sky twinkling above like wind chimes and feel the pressure of its psychic energy swelling in his veins.
The well of unleashed energy pulled down on the Heavens, dragging down a slow descent of minior who settled into the atmosphere with curious smiles. What an odd new world! What a strange new scene! What an old tragedy.
[ The following event takes place in the evening of June 1, 2025 ]
(Cw: References to attempted matricide )
I Wish, I Wish, I Wish
“It’s almost over,” She sighed wistfully.
The Millennium Comet burned its way across the darkening sky above them, its golden-white reflection shimmering in the facets of the violet crystal in her hands.
Mateo watched as Zee hefted the Millennium Crystal toward the comet. The Wishmaker would wake to the light of the comet and the ringing of a pure voice. So she sang, her voice carving out a fierce tune of pure love, devotion, and savagery.
Her voice that grated on his ears.
He hated her. She was Estrella’s true daughter, her child of flesh and blood. Try as he had, he had never truly convinced the woman he loved like a mother of her blood daughter’s wretchedness.
She valued him, yes. Tolerated him. But he supposed it had been a far fetched effort from the beginning to hope the leader of Team Heartless would save a fragment of her hollowed heart for him.
And then the wretched daughter had stabbed her own mother in said heart. Despite everything, she’d still had one to stab.
He hated the ungrateful girl. Loathed her. Craved her death at every turn and every remark against her mother. Yet he kept finding himself in her orbit, drawn in by her dominant presence and her creative will.
She was going to restore their beloved lost mother. Of course he had to assist her and ensure her success.
So he stood at her side as the crystal began to crumble, dissolving into glittering stardust. He supposed he should have been more alert, more in awe as the form of the Wishmaker hatched from its crystal cradle. Instead, he was surprised by how small it was.
It was positively infantile, fitting easily in the cup of her waiting hands.
Its blanket of wings unfurled slowly, fluttering behind it like wisps of starlit cobwebs. It cooed, fussing a little like a baby waking from its nap. Then its eyes opened.
She took it in her hands and cradled it against her chest, her painted lips parting in wonder as the little night black eyes peered up at her.
“Hello, sweetie,” Zee whispered.
It cooed and reached up, tugging a strand of her pink hair in its minuscule hand.
Mateo’s lip twitched. Despite the serene picture, something felt wrong. He flexed the pale golden aura surrounding him, and he felt it. Something distinctly off, like something cold and shadowy pressing itself against his psychic aura just outside of his periphery.
“Zenobia,” He warned, but she frowned and turned away.
He realized it then, she had what she wanted now. She didn’t need him anymore, and she certainly wouldn’t heed his council now.
He’d found Jirachi for her. The rest of the mission was in her hands.
The Jirachi took flight now, rising like smoke from her arms as it scrubbed at its face and yawned.
“Jirachi,” Zee said, her voice growing taught with urgency as her salvation risked floating away, “Grant my wish.”
It rolled, then tilted its head sleepily. It seemed unfocused, distracted even, whimpering and massaging its forehead.
“Jirachi!” She cried again, reaching up.
It whimpered again, a pitiful sound. It shook its head, and the three cyan tags dangling from its star began to glow nauseatingly.
That unsettled feeling shifted to one of dread in Mateo’s stomach as Jirachi’s power pulsed. Dark power.
“Zenobia,” The psychic said, reaching toward her, “Something’s wrong here.”
Her golden eyes narrowed, and she pulled away with a scowl. The Jirachi made a sound, almost like it was crying, and it began to sink, falling like rags plummeting into the depths of a lake of stars. Zee’s gaze only softened as she reached up again, her soft hands offering safety. Its lazy descent paused, hovering mere inches out of her reach, wavering between her offered comfort and the uncertainty of the night.
“Jirachi!” Zee cried, desperate now, “Beloved of the stars, grant my wish!”
The true eye cracked open then, just a sliver, and Mateo felt coldness assail him, sudden and shocking like having the bedsheets ripped from him in the middle of the night.
The little hands clutched her fingertips. Its black eyes settled slowly upon her face, and it asked in a tiny, child-like voice, “Heartless daughter, what do you wish for?”
Mateo saw it then. Tears. A red rimmed eye, and three burning tags. The air shrieked with the wailing of a frightened child in the night.
Zee’s own golden eyes were blinded by her ambition, by her dreams skimming her fingertips, by the promise of a wish in her ears.
“I wish for my mother!”
A tag ignited.
“I wish for my childhood!”
A tag ignited.
“And I wish for the strength to protect them!”
The last of three tags ignited, burning hot against the darkness.
Mateo reached again only to have a flash of stars and steel repel him, slapping him away like flailing, terror-blinded hands. Jirachi was not awake. It was sleepwalking.
This was the coalescence of Wishmaker and nightmare.
“ZENOBIA!” He screamed, reaching with shaking hands for his sister-accomplice, but it was far too late.
The Eye opened.
He thought it was a dream, or perhaps death, as light swallowed him and the world shuddered. For a moment, there was only light and silence as the universe seemed to hold its breath.
And the sky shattered.
The breaking was felt as much as it was heard, a sharp rippling across reality as something essential was overwritten. Sky fragments fell like stars, streaking white tears against the rich blue and twirling colors spreading across the primordial darkness. The splatter of stars and colors swelled like ink in water, horrible and beautiful as dreams and nightmares could often be. He could hear the new sky twinkling above like wind chimes and feel the pressure of its psychic energy swelling in his veins.
The well of unleashed energy pulled down on the Heavens, dragging down a slow descent of minior who settled into the atmosphere with curious smiles. What an odd new world! What a strange new scene! What an old tragedy.
[ The following event takes place in the evening of June 1, 2025 ]
(Cw: References to attempted matricide )
I Wish, I Wish, I Wish
“It’s almost over,” She sighed wistfully.
The Millennium Comet burned its way across the darkening sky above them, its golden-white reflection shimmering in the facets of the violet crystal in her hands.
Mateo watched as Zee hefted the Millennium Crystal toward the comet. The Wishmaker would wake to the light of the comet and the ringing of a pure voice. So she sang, her voice carving out a fierce tune of pure love, devotion, and savagery.
Her voice that grated on his ears.
He hated her. She was Estrella’s true daughter, her child of flesh and blood. Try as he had, he had never truly convinced the woman he loved like a mother of her blood daughter’s wretchedness.
She valued him, yes. Tolerated him. But he supposed it had been a far fetched effort from the beginning to hope the leader of Team Heartless would save a fragment of her hollowed heart for him.
And then the wretched daughter had stabbed her own mother in said heart. Despite everything, she’d still had one to stab.
He hated the ungrateful girl. Loathed her. Craved her death at every turn and every remark against her mother. Yet he kept finding himself in her orbit, drawn in by her dominant presence and her creative will.
She was going to restore their beloved lost mother. Of course he had to assist her and ensure her success.
So he stood at her side as the crystal began to crumble, dissolving into glittering stardust. He supposed he should have been more alert, more in awe as the form of the Wishmaker hatched from its crystal cradle. Instead, he was surprised by how small it was.
It was positively infantile, fitting easily in the cup of her waiting hands.
Its blanket of wings unfurled slowly, fluttering behind it like wisps of starlit cobwebs. It cooed, fussing a little like a baby waking from its nap. Then its eyes opened.
She took it in her hands and cradled it against her chest, her painted lips parting in wonder as the little night black eyes peered up at her.
“Hello, sweetie,” Zee whispered.
It cooed and reached up, tugging a strand of her pink hair in its minuscule hand.
Mateo’s lip twitched. Despite the serene picture, something felt wrong. He flexed the pale golden aura surrounding him, and he felt it. Something distinctly off, like something cold and shadowy pressing itself against his psychic aura just outside of his periphery.
“Zenobia,” He warned, but she frowned and turned away.
He realized it then, she had what she wanted now. She didn’t need him anymore, and she certainly wouldn’t heed his council now.
He’d found Jirachi for her. The rest of the mission was in her hands.
The Jirachi took flight now, rising like smoke from her arms as it scrubbed at its face and yawned.
“Jirachi,” Zee said, her voice growing taught with urgency as her salvation risked floating away, “Grant my wish.”
It rolled, then tilted its head sleepily. It seemed unfocused, distracted even, whimpering and massaging its forehead.
“Jirachi!” She cried again, reaching up.
It whimpered again, a pitiful sound. It shook its head, and the three cyan tags dangling from its star began to glow nauseatingly.
That unsettled feeling shifted to one of dread in Mateo’s stomach as Jirachi’s power pulsed. Dark power.
“Zenobia,” The psychic said, reaching toward her, “Something’s wrong here.”
Her golden eyes narrowed, and she pulled away with a scowl. The Jirachi made a sound, almost like it was crying, and it began to sink, falling like rags plummeting into the depths of a lake of stars. Zee’s gaze only softened as she reached up again, her soft hands offering safety. Its lazy descent paused, hovering mere inches out of her reach, wavering between her offered comfort and the uncertainty of the night.
“Jirachi!” Zee cried, desperate now, “Beloved of the stars, grant my wish!”
The true eye cracked open then, just a sliver, and Mateo felt coldness assail him, sudden and shocking like having the bedsheets ripped from him in the middle of the night.
The little hands clutched her fingertips. Its black eyes settled slowly upon her face, and it asked in a tiny, child-like voice, “Heartless daughter, what do you wish for?”
Mateo saw it then. Tears. A red rimmed eye, and three burning tags. The air shrieked with the wailing of a frightened child in the night.
Zee’s own golden eyes were blinded by her ambition, by her dreams skimming her fingertips, by the promise of a wish in her ears.
“I wish for my mother!”
A tag ignited.
“I wish for my childhood!”
A tag ignited.
“And I wish for the strength to protect them!”
The last of three tags ignited, burning hot against the darkness.
Mateo reached again only to have a flash of stars and steel repel him, slapping him away like flailing, terror-blinded hands. Jirachi was not awake. It was sleepwalking.
This was the coalescence of Wishmaker and nightmare.
“ZENOBIA!” He screamed, reaching with shaking hands for his sister-accomplice, but it was far too late.
The Eye opened.
He thought it was a dream, or perhaps death, as light swallowed him and the world shuddered. For a moment, there was only light and silence as the universe seemed to hold its breath.
And the sky shattered.
The breaking was felt as much as it was heard, a sharp rippling across reality as something essential was overwritten. Sky fragments fell like stars, streaking white tears against the rich blue and twirling colors spreading across the primordial darkness. The splatter of stars and colors swelled like ink in water, horrible and beautiful as dreams and nightmares could often be. He could hear the new sky twinkling above like wind chimes and feel the pressure of its psychic energy swelling in his veins.
The well of unleashed energy pulled down on the Heavens, dragging down a slow descent of minior who settled into the atmosphere with curious smiles. What an odd new world! What a strange new scene! What an old tragedy.
In the orange smeared skies of Hoenn, two travelers cross paths. They cross, and they clash. Two forces of nature, of the darkness and of the malleable, collide as forces of nature often do.
Psychic power ripples across the mountaintops as Deoxys dives for cover, then the air cracks and whistles around it as its razor wings pull it suddenly into a sharp ascent. Shadows brush the cliffs in its wake as the embodiment of nightmares follows, soundless and wretched, a shadow in the sunset.
Wings morph into hands, and psychic energy congeals in Deoxys’s grip before being flung down toward the pursuing shadow. Dust scatters. Rocks crumble. Darkrai pursues, raising its head to the blinding sweetness of the sun and spreading its arms.
Darkness pulses around it and outward, arcs of shadow smearing the sunset and blotting out the shy evening stars. Deoxys wails and thrashes in a rage. Its body convulses under the assault, pulling taught and thin before turning tail to slice across the horizon and into the coming night.
Darkai pauses a moment against the stars to watch its opponent retreat, then it continues on its way.
As swiftly as they met, the travelers part and continue on their own paths, each wholly unaware and uncaring of what their fateful encounter has wrought below.
Wishmade Sky, beginning June 1, 2025
For the players! If you're planning to participate in the Wishmade Sky community ark, you can start to have your characters react! Any psychic or dark affiliated characters might sense something is amiss. Anyone in Hoenn may have even witnessed this brief fight between Darkrai and Deoxys!
The only thing they WON'T know yet is Jirachi was asleep below the battlefield!
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