#abner pothos

[polkadotpatterson]

Moist Talkers as text posts, part 19! Art by HetreaSky!

[burningcrab]

okay hi as the abner pothos liker i want to go a little insane about it. abner pothos 3-time mvp prehistory pitcher for the antarctic fireballs. abner pothos who fell back to the league after the semicentennial as a batter, who was so bad it got voicemailed after four games. abner pothos who fell to the moist talkers as a pitcher only for the stat reroll to make it bad again.

abner pothos, who in the season 1 election, gets hit with Max Out Pitcher

[polkadotpatterson]

trick or treat!!

Have a snippet from my Abner wip :)

You were once one of the brightest stars in the universe, and they have never let you forget it.

You always considered yourself more of a magician than a pitcher, but pitching, of course, is just another form of sleight of hand. Making the ball disappear into the catcher's mitt in the blink of an eye was as satisfying as making cards disappear up your sleeve, fooling batters like you'd fool an audience. It's all a performance; let them see only what you want them to see. 

If you'd been a little less good at your job, you wouldn't have climbed the ranks of the idol board, crowned in gold enough times to become a target but not enough times to be preserved in that horrible museum, though you were certainly heading that way.

Of course, it ultimately didn't matter how good you were. You burned just as easily as the rest of them.

[polkadotpatterson]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Yes, this place will need a lot of work, it’s been untended for years -- has it ever been tended, even? -- but it is real, and alive, and fleur would like to keep it that way.

(Gloria Bentley is uprooted from one garden and finds a new home in a stranger, moister one.)

Hi I wrote a thing about the Talkers' new moist gardner hanging out with noted prehistory player Abner Pothos and actual spirit of choux stadium Donna Miličić in their weird new home!

[polkadotpatterson]

ok it’s been a while since I did some late-night reblase-fuelled fic-rotating unhinged angstposting so here’s some of that. which ended up almost veering into Actual Fic Territory whoops

thinking about. abner and parker. what if you were part of the team that cursed a guy and then you died because of it. what if you were both dragged back into this hell to face each other in a pointless showcase game and then you both got thrown back in the league and were even on the same team for a while and watched the coin melt and maybe sort of almost forgave each other for a moment before the world ended.

what if you fell to some weird moist team and made some weird friends in a weird garden and just when things felt almost okay he fell to a new team too and you waited for the league to burn again. and then you didn’t face each other all season but at the end of it they opened the book like they always do because there’s no escape from this game, not ever, not even after you all killed a god. you’ll always be here playing and burning and being puppeted around on their little stage for everyone’s amusement.

and what if back when you fell you had said to yourself no, I’m not doing this again, I’m not going to be their star. maybe some part of you was afraid you couldn’t live up to that anymore, but you buried that deep beneath the part of yourself that was so tired and angry, so it became easy to say no, you’ll pitch how you want. not terrible, but bad enough to be off their radar. you’ll put on a show, but not the kind they want.

but the gods can’t be so easily defied, not even after you’ve proven they can be killed. they love to forge stars, design their pretty little constellations. they look at you on the day the book opens and they set you alight in a new way, different from your first team’s spark that still burns inside you, different from the flames that consumed you when you died.

they say you’re a star again. they say he isn’t. he’s just some guy. not a firewalker. just a batter for the crabs. you can be just some guy, too. watch! you barely win your first two games. you give up ten runs to the millennials. the gods have given you something, some new understanding of the game, something stranger than your own magic, but you do not let it rule you. you will never stop fighting with all that you have.

you did not know velasquez alstott, but donna did. there was no one to protect her this time, no trace of her fire eater ability left to save her. on tv, you watch the firewalker step up to bat. you watch vela burn. you watch the firewalker hit a home run before her ashes have time to settle. donna is crying. she’s dead, and donna is crying, and the firewalker is being the perfect golden boy again, hitting his little home runs as everything burns around him.

you said you wouldn’t be a star again, but that doesn’t mean you won’t stand on the mound two days later and stare him down and do your damndest to strike him the fuck out.

he’s spent so long looking away from you. he’s looking at you this time. maybe remembering how you cursed him. maybe remembering how you burned. you’d throw the ball right at his perfect little face if you could. maybe you try to. it sure doesn’t land anywhere near the strike zone.

(he was just a kid)

he swings weakly.

(he’s still just a kid, even after two thousand years)

he swings again. 1-2. you can almost taste the strikeout. 

(it wasn’t your team. not really. it was the fans. they voted for it)

it tastes like ashes.

(that’s what you tell yourself, sometimes)

he hits the pitch. he always hits the fucking pitch. that’s what he does. star player. burned brighter than you ever could, while you were burning in the background.

vela burned, too, and he still hit the fucking pitch.

donna’s thinking about her. she misses the ball when Winters hits it. she lets him score. you don’t blame her for it.

(who do you blame, Abner Pothos?)

if he’s going to look at you, you’re going to look back. you’ll stare him down until one of you breaks.

(maybe both of you)

[polkadotpatterson]

for the lore thingy: abner pothos

I am still fairly new to having Abner Thoughts and do draw heavily on preexisting lore BUT I definitely have Thoughts :)

-Absolutely refuses to be a star pitcher again. It's had enough of that. No more idol boards, no more fancy exhibition games, no more blessings. Nothing good ever comes of being a star. Deep down, is it a little afraid that maybe it just can't pitch like it used to? No, of course not. Absolutely not. This is all for show. It's rebelling against the gods.

-Getting the max-out-pitcher zones-heating-up blessing gave it some actual fire magic and that really really freaks it out and it can't even pretend otherwise! However it does still stubbornly refuse to be a star pitcher even if it's pitching better now.

-It's drawn to Gloria's garden not just for the peace and quiet but also because it's so used to not seeing plants everywhere! Antarctica isn't exactly full of vegetation, the Hall sure isn't any better, and it didn't really get time to relax and enjoy the scenery in Seattle what with the world ending. So for the first time in a long time, it feels surrounded by life and growth and colour, which is kind of nice, actually.

-On some level it just wants to be left alone and plays that up, but also can't help getting attached to its new teammates! Gloria sees right through its act but doesn't push it too hard to Talk About Things and it respects her for that.

-Deep down it does worry a bit about Donna getting noticed for being Good at Batting but hopefully if the team keeps losing that won't be a problem. It's proud of her anyway :)

-I haven't given much thought to the Abner-Paula dynamic but I feel like they're similar enough that they'd actually really get along? They can hang out in total silence for hours or get into some weird shenanigans together and either way they're having a good time. Just vibing

-Abner and Parker. Oh boy. It doesn't really want to think about him but he keeps showing up!!! It doesn't want that reminder of its past!!! They're both having a really bad time in S2 and they might have to fight about it a little I think. 2000+ years of trauma and anger can only stay bottled up for so long...

[polkadotpatterson]

Shoutout to Abner Pothos for stubbornly refusing to be a star pitcher again even after getting a max out blessing. Iconic

[blaseball-fandragon-project]

Abner Pothos (Pre-History I Antarctic Fireballs, Rising Stars, Seattle Garages, Canada Moist Talkers)

Genes: Fathom Male, Earth Dark Sclera

Steel | Chorus

Steel | Butterfly

Tan | Glimmer

Apparel: Will o' the Wisp, Bun-Bun, Classy Top Hat, Lavish Tailcoat, Nightglider's Arctic Gloves, Nightglider's Arctic Boots, Nightglider's Arctic Pants, Nightglider's Arctic Tail Cozy, Nightglider's Arctic Coat