#ghosteel

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( base chart stolen from @turnecoat )

[vlvheart]

UNPROMPTED. ↬ @ghosteel

As much as Atticus might have liked to, he couldn't stay glued to Ortega's side forever. Errands had to be run, the Navi base had to be checked up on, and his "five minute trip" soon turned into a detour over to Cereza's room.

And so, here he was, balanced on a tree branch outside of her window.

❝ Thou art the one who's been keeping Giacomo company? ❞

❝ -- OH MY GOD !! ❞

cereza doesn't think she's EVER YELLED THIS LOUD IN HER LIFE. the book she held had been instinctively thrown RIGHT INTO ATTICUS'S FACE.

❝ ATTICUS ?! i'm SO SORRY, are you -- PLEASE KNOCK next time !! ❞

she takes a moment to breathe, a hand on her chest. she exhales, before finally GETTING UP, opening the window a bit more in case atticus would have wanted to enter.

❝ so it's not a FRIENDLY VISIT ... ❞ but she gets it. this was a situation, it was ALL OVER THE PLACE ... and if atticus knew who he was going to defend, so did cereza.

❝ yeah, i've been with him ... ❞ the champion answers quietly, sitting down at the edge of her bed. ❝ he's been PRETTY UPSET ... i don't think he's been sleeping that much. ❞ he doesn't already, sure, but ...

❝ i don't think i've ever seen him SO SAD. ❞

❝ ... and you guys sure HAVEN'T BEEN HELPING with that. ❞ cereza gives a bit of a frown, however nothing too malicious. more DISAPPOINTED than anything.

[twilighttheater-archive]

✏️ for leon and red!

Anything is correct if you're chaotic enough

Red: How did you break your leg? Leon: Do you see those porch stairs? Red: Yes. Leon: I didn't.

Leon: We all have our demons. Leon, grabbing Red: This one’s mine.

Leon: *About to do something incredibly stupid* Red: I know I can't stop you, but I won't let you go by yourself.

[toakiora]

Self-MOC: Toa Kiora, The Biomancer (v1.5)

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Shortened arm length to address irregular proportions.

Completely redesigned lower body for a more sleek design.

Adjusted horns to a more upright position.

Marginal adjustments to torso shaping.

Yours is a remarkable gift; do not abuse it. Two may create life together- to birth a child blessed with soul. Yet, to forge a being from oneself alone is to make an empty vessel for the dark to plant its seed. Kiora, please heed my warning- let not your curiosity lead you astray. Some stones are best left unturned.

~Turaga Gaile

There was once a young girl with a special gift. Touched by the essence of Life itself, she sought to grant respite to the ill and anguished. It was ordained her gift was holy- a blessing from the Great Spirit only to be used for this purpose alone. Yet a deep yearning plagued the girl. She questioned the very nature of life- the life she was tasked to preserve. In seeking deeper understanding, she violated the holy decree and suffered a terrible penance. In the end, her curiosity was silenced.

Many years passed, and the girl became a woman. One day, a being from the sky tempted her, rekindling her lust for knowledge. And so they practiced their heresy within the shadows. To the being, all was transparent- the woman held no secrets, yet the being’s intentions were veiled. In time, he betrayed the woman, and all was plunged into darkness. Yet her gift persevered through the night, and life was born anew.

Ghosteel Fauchard

A polearm forged from rare and peculiar ghosteel.

Many millennia ago, a clandestine group of smiths would forge special armaments for only the worthiest of champions. The nature of the alloy used, and the techniques behind its creation, is unknown. Alas, the masters of this craft were lost to time, and their secrets vanished in turn. Only these relics stand as testament to their brilliance.

[vlvheart]

[skullkxd]

Examine! An Alolan Raichu

You dip your toes in the sand as you watch the wild alolan raichu surfing on the sea. It’s sunset, and you’ve got a juice box in your hand, and Jack is settled at your side, the Rockruff happily taking a nap after your training session.

Alolan raichu have always been an interest to you, and for most of your life you never really… questioned it? It’s just been a Thing. You figure it’s something that you forgot was important to you, and…

well.

You seem to be great friends with raichu already!

yeah.

how about I tell you some of their facts?

The juice box isn’t bitter, but you make a face anyway. You don’t know why.

The alolan raichu on the waves dips down, before propelling itself into the air with its psychic abilities. You lean back in the sand, and watch silently.

As you can see, they're eager to make friends. They're a popular companion across our islands, but that dual typing means they can really pack a punch in battle! Very versatile species.

a conversation you don’t remember plays through your head.

[skullkxd]

✿ for leon / invictarre !!

also a ✿ for atticus / ghosteel

LEON

Ree will text Leon with every victory they have.

leon almost always already knows (either because he follows Ree’s career closely or Opal gave him a heads up)

they don’t tell him when they’re upset or frustrated but Leon can almost always tell. It’s an instinctive thing.

Leon hasn’t met Guzma yet but he knows Ree thinks highly of him.

ATTICUS

They’re in this weird sort of dynamic where they’re both dating Ortega. Ree is chill with Atticus and Atticus us chill with Ree but they’re not sure whenever they’re friends yet or what

Atticus will offer ree stickers for their wheelchair and cane when he notices they’re a little upset or down.

He’s found they’re quite a bit like Ortega in how they process their feelings.

Ree has been showing Atticus some sleight of hand stuff they’ve picked up from their years as a thief. After all, ninjas can do that kind of thing too, right?

[skullkxd]

@ghosteel said:

A letter arrives for Ree. The paper is a deep purple and smells faintly of lavender, the writing a perfect (if antiquated) calligraphy, done in what looks to be some sort of silver glitter pen. (Opal always did like to make things pretty.) Congratulations on your invitation, child. Ballonlea has heard the good news. You have come far. Farther than you ever expected to, I'm sure. But you haven't reached the top yet, and you must be careful not to lose steam during this final push. You can't possibly allow them to steal your pink away. Defeating Alola's Elites will be an uphill battle, and yet... I don't believe it's anything you can't overcome. This is what you've been training for. Shine bright, dear. We will be cheering for you.

They don’t know how Opal manages to get her letters to shady house. They don’t get mail here. The delivery people refuse to cross past nanu’s police station. And yet, somehow, Opal’s letters will always come without fail, perched on the kitchen counter as if someone placed it there specifically for them. They’re not sure how Opal knows about the challenge, either; they haven’t even managed to get into contact with Leon yet.

it’s one of the many fun little quirks that Opal has, they suppose.

( #justoldpeoplethings )

…— still. She’s right. Ree knows they have to be careful not to screw up. They know that they’ve gotten higher than anyone (except for Leon, and maybe Red too) had thought they’d been able to.

Ree swallows hard, and pulls out a scrap piece of paper. They dig around the drawers for a green sharpie, before hastily scribbling down their answer.

ms Opal, I know. Thank you. I’m gonna keep going as high as I can. So keep watching, ok? — ree.

— and they leave it in the same spot opals letter was left, knowing that as soon as they turn their back, it’ll be gone.