This is how im gonna do my first post about this ig. Twst and pokemon legends Z-A crossover!!!
Its probably gonna be just random art but shhhh..ignore that
Anyway, in this..au.. thing.. Idia takes the place of Canari.
More ranting and his reference sheet below the cut :]
Okay, ranting time now!
This is less of a crossover and more just.. Having them directly take the place of the character? Idia is a streamer in this, but, like Canari in canon, he doesnt like going to actually meet fans, let alone show up on stage for a crowd of them.. So Ortho takes care of that. He does such a good job anyway, no one can tell with those holograms, so Idia can focus on just playing games
Now, other stuff about the au. As its essentially twst characters, or these versions of them?? Taking the place of the canon characters, some relationships will change, as much as the story will allow :] even if i really dont follow a full on story with this, its really just for fun.
I also probably wont do anything with team mz(including AZ)
I do have a general type layout for the characters replacing the canon, and i think it would be fun to just put these here with no context as to who theyre gonna be
Corbeau: water/psychic
Lebanne: water/dark
Jacinthe: fire
Tarragon(i did say who he was gonna be): ghost/steel
my final lineup for hyper japan winter freebie merch is complete!!! i’ve just placed the order, can’t wait to give these out over the weekend next month! i’ll be posting more details closer to the date, but if you run into me you’re welcome to claim a badge for yourself! 🍫💗🙇
speaking of toys! there was a really fancy bjd on sale allegedly modeled after the deity Set, but like... I say allegedly because it literally just looks like the go-to design for Priest Set in most fan art so I like to think that maybe had something to do with it.
like the mask it comes with is even anubis and not like.. set’s weird animal I’m just sayin
prairie ghosts obv, which still has (counting on my fingers) 4 chapters left. jeez. all of them are started at least, and a couple of them are pretty significantly written.
i'm also poking around with rewriting the ballad with updated lore and ideas and also so that i like it better.
and then my original projects for the mythgrove/mythverse and interactive stories w the veritas gang and etc. but that's outside the scope of this ask game
also almost everything is on hiatus for school
17: What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?
i've learned a lot about the highway systems of dallas and native flora/fauna lol. i mean i know a decent amount from, you know, living here. but also it's a lot of fun to read about indigenous history, prairie plants, the trinity river system, etc. all for prairie ghosts obv
29: Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)
PLEASE send me more of this question i love posting fic work i've done and not posted properly (sob)
i'm sure i have tons that i can't remember what has or has not been posted… let's see. and of course on the other hand i never give up on the idea that something will be posted lol (in part because i post a wip series on ao3)
okay, have some seblandry from the prairie ghosts universe. genuinely can't remember if this ever got posted, and i'm not sure i'll finish it (though i want to)
Sebastian drove the truck down to Waco, then an hour and change back to Fort Worth, where he pulled over in the dusky shadow of the 820 overpass to watch the storm cell pile on top of itself on the near horizon. The asphalt turned to gravel turned to grass beneath the tires, and the engine wheezed when Seb turned the key.
The spirit beside him, who had been quiet, half-slumbering in thought through the drive, stirred. The pale blue of his eyes fought with the orange of the truck’s cabin lights but glowed in the storm-dusk colored sky.
“Where are we?” Landry said, watching Seb unclick his seatbelt and open the driver’s side door. He sounded curious, mild, and Sebastian grinned at him, already half out of the truck.
“We’re in Fort Worth. Come on,” he added, beckoning, and hopped out.
Outside it was just this side of cool, and it was quiet, almost silent—there were hardly any cars on the road, and the only wind was that that carried air charged with lightning and rich with rain, ruffling Sebastian’s hair and lifting his shirt hem. He stood and turned his face up to the sky for a moment, breathing in the cusp of the city, and then turned and clambered up into the truck’s bed.
Landry, expression indulgent, followed suit. The truck did not shift as he gracefully climbed into the bed, leaning against the cabin window beside Sebastian, eyes fixed on the growing storm.
I-35 had followed them the whole trip on its spindle-legs, and now it bent its massive figure to hunker beside them. Only partly visible through Sebastian’s third eye, as it crouched on his blind side, he nevertheless did not turn to it. The Highway would not be offended, he knew—they were no longer even upon it, and its attention was split, this far north.
But Sebastian did catch Landry casting it a glance, and he smiled to himself. Half of the people he’s ever known to see the Highways have already died.
(...)
"I wanted to show you the storm," Sebastian said. "A real North Texas thunderstorm. Tornado watch and everythin'."
"It's beautiful," Landry replied, and there was a whisper of warmth, and undercurrent of genuine awe, that made Sebastian smile even as his heart lifted and twisted in a hard-to-qualify way.
“Y’all don't have storms in Hades?”
Landry’s head was angled away from him, tipped just slightly to the side, watching the thunderhead light up with distant electricity. His mane shifted in the cool breeze.
“Not as such,” he answered. Sebastian was used to him seeming loud, larger-than-life, but even the Spirit of Violence itself, it seemed, had nothing on the endless Texas sky. His voice was soft and underwhelming below the rumble of far-off thunder, and Sebastian was unduly enchanted by the effect. “Weather in Hades, yes: the rivers flood, there is—there is lightning. It is all more…” He waved a hand. “It is all closer, than this.”
“We can get closer,” Sebastian laughed.
“No, no—That is not what I meant.” Landry’s tail brushed against his thigh; when he looked down at it, it was swaying slowly, too deliberate to be caused by the wind. “There is no need for that. I meant, simply, it is not as grandiose as this. Topside, in its simplicity, sometimes captivates me.”
The wind picked up, suddenly, howled past them, sending a ripple through the grass, rocking the truck on its axles. Sebastian, surprised but not frightened, took hold of Landry’s hand, and the spirit allowed it. The prairie had spoken: who are you calling simple?
(...)
I-35 shifted up on its haunches to regard them, eyes beginning to glow warm, a thousand tiny pinpricks of headlights in the lowering night.
If there is to be a tornado, it seemed to warn, and Sebastian shrugged one shoulder. The Highway could not protect them, but he didn't think they'd need it.
"We'd hear the sirens from here."
Far too late to shelter.
Sebastian cast a glance at Landry. "I'm not worried," he insisted. "We're blaseball players. Natural weather can't hurt us. We'll be fine. Besides," he added. "It's just a watch."
