My half of an art trade with @banishedblossomdancer / @shadowscarknight over on twitter! I love this audino 100/10 best audino
On Christmas morning a very naughty fox lady woke up buried in carrots. Along with a random steak, that if she were to eat it, also taste likes carrots. Seems Santa went the extra mile.
Merry Christmas bro! Enjoy an angry fox in a pile of what would be coal for anyone else. :]
SNRK–!!
Omg Ormin I was not expecting this, I chortled like a jolly Roger when I saw this in my inbox! Keiko looks so done with this ‘gift,’ but hey, bad girls will never get what they want now will they? And to Keiko, this is most certainly coal to her hahaha
too much meat on your palette Keiko, embrace the vitamin A
I absollutely love this, this was a treat and a rippin’ good laugh! Thanks buddy! xD
A commission I did for @shadowscarknight / @ssksscrapboard
It was hecka fun to do and I’m happy with how it came out!… Though I may have overdone it a tad with the lighting >w>;
Ahh Nic you’ve done it again, thank you so much for taking up my commission! Just lookit these goofballs, makes ya wonder what sorta hijinx they’ve been up to just to get this far, oh the tragedy of it all vnv)
Keep up the wonderful work buddy! This is rockin’!
Hoo okay now that I have a brand-spanking new laptop and got all my programs and stuff carried over, I felt like doing that Pokemon Crackship Kid meme again to stir up my artistic drive after being away so long since I’m such a sucker for character design, but… I felt bad reblogging Snow-ish’s so often. <:D; So I made my own instead.
Soooo… yep! Suggest two characters at the top, and then the receiver will whip up what their hypothetical resulting child would look like! Simple!
Now with that said, feel free to toss some suggestions! And of course, you’re free to reblog this yourself if you like! Have fun!
Full size link for anyone that has trouble getting it.
Ay guys wanna do this again? -im bored and wanna take a little break, ps kids can be crackshipped but they will be in their adult age-
Heyyy! Anyone wanna send some babs to my cuties while I work in asks owo ))
oK FINE I BITE … anyone with a ref page (no band rivals sorry yall) from this blog (askpluminescent) or @norehliananecdotes is good
will do tomorrow night and will be posted as a group post yE
and please specify which of mine, which of yours. you gotta have ref pages ))
Guess who’s mods in a baby mood again?!
But this time it’s LGG addition since I normally only do this meme on ATSW.
Feel free to send ships in
Characters you can choose are:
Maria- female
Alexander- Male
???- Male
(( bleh I’ve been in a really demotivated funk of sorts in terms of updating any of my blogs lately, maybe a meme will help bring that spark back?
anyone from this blog is available! ))
Air… where’s the air…?!
The Medicham was helpless before the overly affectionate, comfort-boundary-breaking Jysharp’s embrace, being swung around in her grip, all while Anzu could only barely mutter in protest when she isn’t groaning in pain.
But thankfully the pain did not last; minutes later she was finally freed and crumpled to the floor, clutching her heart as she took in deep breaths of that sweet, sweet oxygen she was being robbed off. Rising herself back up, Anzu reached for a potion while she still had consciousness, feeling her body’s state being restored.
Whew… sweet relief.
Once she was more or less conscious, the otherwise perky Medicham could only grin awkwardly at the taller warrior, giving a forced chuckle as she waved a hand dismissively.
“Ahh, uh, heh, th-thanks for the compliments I guess?” she started, obviously left uncomfortable by Artemisia’s sudden display, “Trust me, I can more than handle myself around here! I may be a merchant, but when it comes to trouble, prices aren’t the only things I can cut in half~ As for my home? My uh, my home’s an island away from here, where many and my other sisters come from! Quite a fun and lively place, booming with people and business! But hey, seeing sights and going on a business journey is its own sorta reward! “ She reassured with a playful smirk and wink, before returning to that forced smile.
“Now uh, next time, could you, y’know, NOT do that, please?”
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[ @thetakenpokemon ]
Almost instantly, after losing himself for a moment on being asked of his old home, some memories bubbled back up into the mind of the opal swordsman, making him scowl in disdain. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.
“Let’s just say I… wasn’t meant ‘ta be there.”
Jirou turned over and gave a more dismissive pose, shrugging his shoulders as he attempted to vent the negative thoughts:
“It feels nice not havin’ to hear any whisperin’ smacktalk nor gettin’ glowered at. Yyyyep, so long as I’m anywhere but there, I’m cool.”
With a folding of his arms behind his head, Jirou looked down at his chest, smirking at the noted tattoo.
“It’s pretty badass isn’t it? Unfortunately, where I got it from’s another place a looooong ways away from here, buuuuut, the mountain village we came from over there?” The Bisharp pointed over to the west, where he and his group marched from, “They got a parlor for sweet markings kinda like these.” Jirou ended his answer with a nonchalant glance away, towards the mountains, his face more relaxed, teasing even.
“If ya hurry ya can catch it just before the worker goes on break…”
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“I mean, ‘knight in shinin’ armor?’ HA! Let me tell ya a li’l somethin’; it’s a helluva LOT more likely I’d be apprehended by knights than becomin’ one! Hoo, that was a good one, I needed a laugh!”
Jirou shook his head with a snicker, giving a sigh to calm himself from his little chortle fit. Whether or not it was meant to be taken seriously as a compliment, he seemed to have suddenly been in better spirits than earlier, so there’s that? As for the second question, that was when Jirou fit a more bored smirk with arms folded behind his head.
“You’re right on the money there… not gonna lie, while I admire Tats’ enthusiasm for his passion, can’t say being cooped up in a hot ‘n’ sweaty workshop surrounded by pointy metal is all that cool as he makes it out to be.” A shrug was all he gave, before continuing:
“BUUUUUT at the same time… no matter how much of a goofball he is, he’s still a pal o’ mine. Someone who gets me, kinda. And if this is what he wants to do? Well… at least this means we can buy our own food instead of searchin’ for it out in Mother Nature? Or having to rely on lucky free food events in towns we pass,” the opal Bisharp remarked passively. Despite making their traveler life sound bittersweet, he seemed to have been at peace with it.
“So… eh, I’ll roll with it for now. Who knows, maybe I’ll see where he’s comin’ from through that dopey mask of his.”
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[ @askpluminescent ]
The Bisharp retorted with a meager chuckle and in a sarcastic tone, but he felt a little less enthused than usual… was it one of the questions she asked that started that slight dip in tone? As he started, he tapped and stroked his chin as he processed the female’s questions.
“Now WAIT ONE GOD DAMN MINUTE, DO I LOOK LIKE A–”
“This’ll only hurt for a few seconds– and stun you for a little longer, dragon~!”
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(( yes hello I apologize for my inactivity, have this shitpost that was based on this lovely piece of work
and check out those other awesome FE shitposts because they’re gold))
The four-armed muscleman’s eyes lit up with awe as the gigantic dinosaur complimented him, even if he stuttered quite a bit. Regardless, combined with the accent[?], Tatsuo heard him loud and clear. Bewildered by Clarke’s size at first, once the compliment sunk in, Tatsuo rested his knuckles on his sides in a powerful, pride-fueled pose, smiling brightly under his helmet.
“Guohohoho!,” started Tatsuo with a hearty laugh, “Cool you say? You think I’m cool do ya?” At that, the bladed hybrid struck a self-flattering Atlas-esque posture, envisioning himself under a spotlight while his compatriots winced in the corner from behind.
“‘Course, you’re quite a sight yourself! Befitting of other drakes! And don’t get me started on your stature! HAH! I feel like we’ll get along just fine!” At least he didn’t keep the flattery ALL to himself…
Meanwhile, both Renshu AND Jirou side-eyed the overzealous display. While Jirou made ‘lowering’ motions with his hands as if to tell Tatsuo to tone it back, Renshu used his silence and chalkboard to his unnoticed advantage, raising up for Clarke to see from the side, unsure if he can really see or read it:
[”Yes, he is like this. And this is coming from someone who hasn’t been with him anywhere nearly as long as Jirou has.”]
Oblivious, Tatsuo just smirked back up at Clarke with a thumbs-up.
“Always up for a good bit o’ small talk and admiring the hard work of others! Given how big and tough ya look, I can tell you’re a man that values himself highly in some way! GUOHOHO! Keep it up!”
How optimistic… and observant…?
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Yet another human-shaped Pokémon had appeared into the clearing, but this one was not a hybrid this time. Something about his appearance sparked a sense of familiarity in the dusknoir. It put a quiet dreariness in his heart for a brief moment but vanished quickly so as not to attract attention to his feelings. Weary, he allowed the serene psychic to speak his piece, and upon being offered some assistance, he lit up. “Why, yes, that would be most appreciated, kind sir. Anything will do-”
And then he pulled out something only a carnivorous beast like Sino could not bear to consume.
A dreaded fruit.
Oh. Oh, no.
He had to accept it. With the nice act he was putting up in his disguise, there was no other choice. Resisting the urge to sweat, he tentatively took the berry from Yun’s outstretched palm. “Oh, goodness, you shouldn’t have. You’re too kind, mister Yun. I, Sino, am grateful for your… generous gift. This will surely alleviate some of the pain…” But it will surely bring a whole different kind of pain altogether.
Now for the worst of it. Opening his jaw, he popped the yellow berry into his mouth and chewed on it.
He stiffened. Internally he was screaming. It was so bitter, so sour, so disgusting! Illusive clear tears burst from his eye. The gripper was full-blown sniveling and sobbing because of how repulsed he was by the taste. But he had to save face, and fast.
Curling inward, he sniffed, “I-I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t cry, but… this is the kindest thing anyone has done for me!” He choked. “Th-Thank you…!”
His mind told a different story. Had Yun been listening into the dusknoir’s thoughts, he would hear him groveling, ‘You’re lucky you’re not my kind of prey and you remind me of someone, otherwise I would be tearing you to pieces right now.’
Despite his suffering, Sino recovered slightly due to the healing properties of the berry. However, his humiliation at that very moment was far more damaging than the pummeling he had taken previously.
… Well… that reaction was anything but expected for the blue Medicham.
To see this ghost not only taking the piece of food with hesitance, but to see them crumble into tears upon consuming it?
If Yun wasn’t so calm, his eyebrows would be arcing high, that’s for sure.
Even if he was Psychic type, he knew better than to prod into the likes and dislikes of the individual, going purely by what he deemed to be good will and courtesy.
Sadly, such a mindset didn’t seem to be the case, despite the ghost’s attempt to make his pain seem to be an emotional reaction to the icy meditator’s act of charity. If this was the case for the ghost, Yun couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of guilt attempt to worm up the back of his head. At first, the monk was close to dismissing this tearful response from Sino by taking his word for it… but that was shattered upon feeling what could be the mental equivalent of a burning glare needle into his mind.
Again, he didn’t prod, but Yun knew he made a mistake, perhaps a grave one, one that made more sense of this response than being moved by a mere offering of fruit. The cycloptic wraith gave off resentful vibes beyond his tears, vibes that seemed to be cloaking the tranquil zealot’s form… seeing as how he’s a psychic type, it was very difficult to just ignore this sensation.
And yet… Yun didn’t showcase any fear. Nor did the Medicham even flinch. With a deep breath and a closing of his eyes, all Yun did in response was clasp his hands together before finally responding:
“If you say so, spirit. May this offering bring you to your primed potential.” The way the arctic monk toned this was less one of believing the ghost and more in an… ‘apologetic’ fashion, before waving off the Dusknoir and walking past.
Now, Yun could have left it at that, but he stopped just short of his path before turning over to the Dusknoir, bearing a benevolent smile, as well as a friendly gesture. Or at least, a gesture that’s foreign to him, but is seen as peaceable in other regions:
“I certainly hope you can find it to forgive me for any inconvenience I may have caused. Peace be upon you.”
He knows.
Or at least, went with the strongest hunch he had. And with such a kind, composed stride no less, bearing no trace of fear, just genuine good wishes. Did he say this having a feeling he won’t actually be harmed? Or was it to try to stay on the massive phantom’s good side? Either way, Yun left it in what he deemed was a good note, before calmly making his way, leaving Sino to recuperate.
The Gothitelle let out a small giggle, as the other’s up-beat personality was somewhat new to her. She gathered her composure enough to reply with a smile.
“My family has lived here for quite a few generations! My Mother absolutely loves redesigning the rooms from time to time with the space we have~” She touched a hand to her lips to politely hide another giggle, though she began to sway her legs back and forth to work out the hyper energy.
“Though I won’t prattle on about my family’s history. My Father would just tell you that our family’s successes have been the product of blessings from the Heavenly Ones. I don’t care for it much, so I’ll spare you too. Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Princess Mirai from the Lunaire Family! What’s your name, miss?”
The spritely Medicham held up her friendly smile as the fellow Psychic type elaborated on her experience and relation to the home. Anzu tilted her head cutely as she chimed in the following response:
“Ya don’t say! So it’s been here as long as your family’s been throughout the ages huh? How lucky for them! Ahh, a serene abode like this would make a wonderful vacation spot with how ‘at home’ it feels, at least to me~”
Those last few sentences is what caused Anzu’s face to freeze, however. Blessings? Heavenly Ones? A religious establishment? That makes it very important, Anzu thought to herself, up until Mirai raised this particular detail; ‘Princess Mirai’, from the Lunaire Family.
Princess.
At that moment, the red meditator’s eyes literally sparkled as she stared at the Gothitelle.
“Wait… Princess? You’re… ROYALTY?”