#options!

[spotaus]

So... how are we feeling about this wip chat?

It's a redraw of this btw. Kinda? I drew thus YEARS ago. I wanna see if it's worth it to finish rendering the redraw lol.

[psalm40speakstome]

Grateful but massively annoyed that Ms. Marvel gave me

The best friend:

The new boy:

And red scarf:

At least I have this non confusing straightforward shipping adorableness to hold onto

It probably says something about me that I find a tragic ship less stressful then not knowing what to ship

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Giratina is often said to be Arceus' last child. By extension, this must make Palkia and Dialga the first and second.

Herein arises a problem, a longstanding debate, and its eventual resolution. Neither time nor space can be said to be greater or more important than the other; therefore, the two are held to be twins.

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Volo's plan is quite simple. The meddling of Sinnoh's lesser servants cannot be tolerated. They must be dealt with somehow. And he knows of no limiter more effective—no chains more tightly binding, no prison more perfectly restrictive—than a human body.

The Pearl Clan's newest visitor—Ingo, if that is his name, though there's always that lingering uncertainty about it—he isn't sure how to answer any other questions about himself, either. His knowledge of Hisui is too strangely absolute for a newcomer. It suggests long familiarity with the territory—but if that's the case, why does nobody else in the region recognize him?

Irida presents the Lustrous to him, once, as is tradition.

It is agony.

Just standing in its presence is a pressure like the bottom of the deepest ocean, like a singular force bearing down on him without mercy. To touch it is—he suddenly feels as though his body cannot possibly contain him, like something is pulling him to pieces—the light of the pearl is blinding—

To provoke a reaction from Sinnoh's treasure is a sign of divine recognition. It usually isn't... like... that. But still, if you ignore that discrepancy—and the Pearl Clan is nothing if not good at ignoring discrepancies—it can only mean good things for a warden. Right?

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Deities move on a glacial scale, or so it seems at times to humans. Nevertheless, imprisoning a god—binding it to a human form to prevent its intervention—cannot be without consequence. Nor will it go unnoticed by its fellows.

It takes Hisui a long time to notice, but reality has... gone strange. Eroded. The seas stretch on endlessly. Mount Coronet is a spear against a yawning void. The winter has become eternal; days are short and nights are long, and the more time passes—though perhaps that phrase is not so apt—the less rhyme or reason there is to the changing of the celestial bodies.

And far beyond, in a realm above both time and space, a once-dual, now-singular god rages...

[slaygentford]

Wait I bet you ten simoleons that the reason why that writer or whoever misspoke and called Louis a madame instead of a pimp is bc of that storyville businesswoman they must have found researching his pilot stuff. Tasty breadcrumbs just like discovering 2022 Claudia abruptly in qotd

[domestic-harry]

Do you have any really good smutty one shots?

Here’s some pwp for you. And some more rimming if you’re feeling spicy. And what the heck, just take my top 5 smut fics too

[bisexualpirateheart]

Frankly, I just like the wealth of options this affords me.

[the-lemon-light]

ughhh want a tattoo but no idea what or where