#technically an edit

[monarchbutferal]

if there was a love that could

[settingsun413]

perhaps auraful, perhaps not. i dont know. rate it if you wish

[turning-n-into-random-pokemon]

This is my peace offering.

the corriN harmonia Gropius, what a fine specimen

offeriNg accepted.

[icecreamsocialanxiety]

Fusing with the "pokemon infinite fusion calculator" until they look like the Holy Quintet & Nagisa. GO!

Madoka (Celebi/Sylveon)

Homura (Espeon/Celebi)

Couldn't find Audino for Mado, Meowstic or Gothorita for Homu but this is the next best thing 😅

Sayaka, Kyoko, Mami

(Vaporeon/Kirlia) (Growlithe/Rapidash) (Pikachu/Roserade)

And of course Nagisa as Bebe & Charlotte:

Pichu/Slurpuff for Bebe & Mimikyu/Banette for Charlotte. But add more snake elements. I made an Arbok Slurpuff that doesn't look as good 😅

Yeah so I think each witch is either a mythical pokemon or a ghost type. Kyubey is a messed up Sylveon Jirachi or something, obviously.

So I think normal quintet is like : Sylveon, Espeon, Brionne, Growlithe, and Pikachu. Nagisa as an Alcremie.

Or Audino and Meowstic for Madoka & Homura. Y'know? I can't decide 😅

Maybe Lilligant or Lurantis for Mami? Much to think about

[glitcheslikeslego]

GROOKEY MK!

i was worried that Grookey wouldn’t fit MK well, but @shadowfloofster is awesome and said “what if shiny >:)”

i changed the stick to be the staff, and i changed the colouration to be more yellow than yellow-green :D

(technically an edit of regular grookey art from pokemon, but i’ll make something soon!)

[living-entity-spotted]

Noland’s heart pounds in his chest. The sounds around him bleed together and apart with no hope of him following. The stolen knife feels awfully light in his sweating hands. He holds it against his chest like a child’s toy, taking shallow breaths and pressing his back against the metal of the cashier counter. Despite this he knows where he is and why he needs to get away.

      For all practical purposes, he is in a shopping center on the 5th floor behind the 3rd cashier of a supermarket. No one… no one else is there, no one he can call for help, but there is a clattering of tumbling metal wear further into the shop. Far enough that he has some time before it thinks look here. Past his hiding spot is an elevator, only a short sprint away… one he can make surely. 

    Noland clutches the knife, not daring to whisper but wishing with all his might. Then he runs. He sneakers thud not against the tiled floor. His hand feels cold as it fumble for the button, missing at first then pressing both rapidly. There is a growling from behind hime, a wet screeching sound of edges on the floor. Noland doesn’t turn around, not when he feels the monsters breath, not when a long limb wrapped around his throat pulling his back or when he falls but does’t hit a surface.

    Everything is ringing, but the first thing Noland hears is the people. There are never people. The floor is cold and slick. Against closed eyes he sees the harsh glare of fluorescent lights. There is also a hand on his shirt. He shoves it away, scrambling backwards as fast as he can. He is trembling all over. None of what he is saying is coming through as clear words, but the hand stays away. 

    A feminine voice is saying things in a calm tone that Noland eventually recognizes as a breathing exercise. “Breath…in… and out.” Some of Noland’s stutters must have been understood because the voice tells him: “one is going get you.” He sobs in reply. The person keeps speaking, but Noland has started counting his breaths and wrapping his head around what he needs to do next.

      “Tell me where I am.” Noland says calmly when he can.  “Everence shopping center, 12 street, lenik.” The words glossed over Noland’s ears. “The 5th floor?” “Yes.” It is different with the bright lights and people pausing their browsing to watch the commotion, but Noland’s heart sank with bitter understanding. He shakily gets up to his feet, leaning against a central railing. “I have to…” The elevator arrives and he smiles weakly. “My ride is here.” The woman didn’t smile back, looking him over. He knows she knows what he does, he can’t let go of the rail. 

      “My name is Melenie Hark.” She offers her hand. “Your still unsteady on your feet, i don’t want to catch you a second time. What is your name?” He looks at her hand. “Noland March. I… I know this is looks bad, but… can I be alone?” “Alright, I’ll help you get somewhere less crowded.” Noland looked at her, but she did not budge. He takes her hand and with her help gets into the elevator. 

    After silence, Melanie clear her voice. “You were worried about being chased, correct? Is there anything you would like me to report to the authorities?” Noland give a nervous laugh. “No, it’s alright, it’s not like that… I…. I have a condition, must have forgotten to take my medication.” The elevator landed on a random floor and Noland takes the opportunity to stumble past the incoming people and away ftom any follow up question. Thankfully she lets him.

[brosif40]

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//first its my day and now pibby stuff is popping up? Today is a good day :3

[smokeandsonder]

there is special providence in the fall of a love that never actually existed save through delicious lies aggressively whispered over damp pillows in the soft black of night a lie that feeds on the wisps of smoke liberating themselves from smothered dreams