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at a gathering rn but…. Patient Patrick and medical malpractice nurse Gerard..

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lesbian illitrick is actually a wonderful idea and i adore it. let’s go lesbians

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illitrick where illi is a gorgeous trad goth, full make up with crows nest hair, and patrick is literally just some guy

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The theme of Sinnoh, previously known as Hisui, is very obviously religion. They introduced a Pokemon God and other deity-like figures, and established a religion in the Pokemon world. The whole Giratina- being-banished-by-Arceus thing clearly takes inspiration from Christianity. The entire plot of Legends Arceus centers around the player being the chosen one of God. The Diamond and Pearl clans represent how two religions can both be right AND wrong at the same time, so it's not worth conflict over it.

So, both of the major antagonists of these games, Cyrus and Volo, should tie perfectly into this theme of religion.

Volo desperately searches for Arceus to the point where it becomes obsessive and consumes his whole life. He's willing to destroy Hisui and kill the player just to meet Arceus. He hates the player character for being the chosen one and not him because in his mind, he deserves it for devoting his life to Arceus.

Yet he willfully ignores that he has Giratina, the devil, everything Arceus is against, standing by his side. This represents real people throughout history who do unspeakable things in the name of their religion, all the while becoming the antithesis of what it represents.

Now think about Cyrus. He has no morals, no beliefs, no respect for the world. He believes humanity is nothing more than a burden, and lives only by logic. He sees people and Pokemon as no more than tools, even when they're the commanders who have stood with him for years. The legendary pokemon, or deities, are just a means to an end. He doesn't believe in them.

His perfect world? It would have no emotions, no consciences, none of these things he thinks are nothing but burdens. Cyrus is completely apathetic to the world with no meaning, so he believes it should match that. He represents people who do terrible things because they see no other point.

After all, Sinnoh/Hisui's theme is religion, so why shouldn't its villains show what happens when religion goes sideways?

Volo represents faith taken to the extreme.

Cyrus represents atheism taken to the extreme.

They are two sides of the same coin.

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gnarp zeeple glorp?

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Help??? 😭

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hello aot fandom!

been having thoughts about freedom and eren&levi lately, so here’s a snippet of a paths conversation between those two and a short lived rant about their parallelism :)

I think there’s a good, not parallelism per se, but two sides of the same coin situation in regards to freedom and the fights for it both Eren and Levi faced.

Coming from the point of view of the Underground as this slum, a form of prison that deprived people of freedom and dignity below ground; it is not that disimilar from the whole of Paradis, held behind walls and deprived of freedom and dignity in what constitutes the rest of the wide world. So if we make this connection that the Underground is to the Walls, what Paradis is to the world, there’s the clear element of oppression and a need to fight and rebel. Similarly, Levi’s No Regrets arc where he takes on the job of assassinating Erwin in order to gain citizenship above ground, in what he believed was the breaking of the barrier keeping him (and his friends) trapped, could be compared to Eren’s initial goal of killing all titans to rid humanity of its prison.

Both of them arrived at what they believed was their final goal: living above ground and reaching Shiganshina’s basement, the first steps that would show them their nearby freedom. What both of them found was a reality far from their hopes and goals: life above ground was still trapped and threatened, people still cowared; and the world outside the walls wasn’t a deserted land full of magical landscapes.

The disillusionment that unearths then is, at its roots, the same in both situations, as they’re fundamentally one and the same: dreams and hopes crushed by a reality harsher than the one they had made do with.

There’s an uncharted potential in that connection. Levi was likely one of the people, barring maybe Armin, who would have understood Eren’s turmoil best (saving the whole mixed memory and founding titan influence, maybe even in spite of it). But after all the big talk and obtuseness Eren displayed about his deadset goal to kill all titans and be free and see the world earlier on the story, it must have been crushing to suddenly Know, even more than the rest. He clearly was, after all, that’s the whole reason he changed and orchestrated his little plan, but still. Levi would have understood like no other I think, having experienced something similar himself, and he would have some very practical and exhausted things to say.

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geetrick (or whatever gerard x partick is called) fic where it's set in the sixteen candles universe

and gerard's a vampire who totally doesn't want patrick's blood. he just want his heart yea he want his heart he want his heart oh woahhh

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I finished Legends Arceus recently but I have not finished sketching stupid things

(Yes I managed to misspell a five-letter word. I would love to use “english is not my first language” excuse but sometimes I make even more stupid mistakes when I write in my native language. So I think I’m just not that good at using human languages in general)

Playing Legends for the first time years after it was released I of course knew about Volo and his cute little mischiefs. I still ended up in this situation due to my brilliant idea of creating a perfectly round team and a bunch of other bad decisions. Believe me or not this didn’t end well.

While I was prepared for Volo I certainly was not prepared for Kamado and his unique ways of making decisions and solving problems. I was not prepared for the whole exile situation or the last cutscene where this amazing man just gracefully plopped all his responsibilities on Cyllene’s shoulders. The woman is two piplup tall and probably one mishap away from murdering someone, give her a break.

I’m a little sad now because it’s time to say goodbye to my morning routine of sketching whatever questionable ideas visited my head while playing.

But if you woke up today thinking “wish there was a children’s book illustrator somewhere on the other end of the world with half an hour to spare so I can ask them to sketch my favorite PLA character or pokemon” then hi hello i’m here welcome to my ask box. Apart from PLA i still have some residual knowledge of gen 2, 4, 6 and 8 (I’m also allergic to odd numbers apparently)

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Patrick Stump was seventeen and lowkey being preyed on by a twenty four year old guy in skinny jeans . Doesn't he have an SAT to take

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dumping here an unfinished funny little thing featuring demon! patrick & witchy elf! gerard purely light hearted that @grayvineyard made me write em once and their every wish is my command 🙇🏻‍♀️

There was a bell sounding like a twinkle of stars carried around in the translucent wings of fairies, coming from outside the cottage, and Gerard sprung up from their seat, a frantic look of panic on their face.

“Shit! It’s my brother.” They hissed, turning their head to look over the open space of the sunroom.

“Great.” Patrick drawled out sarcastically with a roll of eyes, crossing his arms and tapping his foot in annoyance. It was bad enough dealing with one, but now there appeared to be two of them.

He watched as they hurried around, pushing the evidence of his summoning anywhere they could fit to hide. Annoyance turned to full blown offense when the salt that made up the circle with his invocation sigils was swiped into a dustpan. Patrick loathed the composition but still, its deserved more respect than a fucking dustpan. He could see leaves and hairs still in that thing, for Satan’s sake!

“Quick, quick, quick.” Gerard urged, as he kicked the ancient copy of Clavicula Salomonis.

Seemed like they had gotten their elvish hands on one of the well copied Latin versions. Those had a few working conjurations on them, and were overall a pain in the ass. Patrick thought he had gotten rid of all the legit ones in the early 14th century, when suddenly a broad arrange of nobodies were summoning him out of the blue all day long.

Great.

“On the cauldron!” They gestured to the cauldron in question, ancient, with the iron black and full of grooves in its worn down, frenzied as they checked the place for any incriminating evidence of black magic.

“Excuse me?” He hissed back, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. Surely this low grade, wannabe warlock, is not asking him to get into a cauldron.

“Please, please get into the cauldron.” They begged, looking desperate.

“I’m not getting into the fucking cauldron!” He seethed, “Also. I wouldn’t fucking fit!”

“You can transform yourself, right? Be a snake, curl up in there. Just until my brother goes away. Please.”

“I am a Lord of Hell. I have commanded legions choke full of the most vile, despicably depraved demons the fiery pits of damnation can conceive.” He argues with hatred, face twisted inhumanly, eyes glowing, the very same fires he came from rising from his stomach to engulf his very presence.

“You can be Lord of Hell in the cauldron, maybe?” Gerard suggests gently, wincing like it pains them but still trying to coax the demon towards the pot.

The chiming bells sounded again, impatient, and it was only the force of the binding spell that moved Patrick towards the damn thing.

He wasn’t going down without a fight, though, so he stepped into it, but all the while muttering angrily to let Gerard know his displeasure.

“Fucking summonings. It wasn’t enough with the witches, now I also have to deal with fucking elfs? Just dandy. I am a busy entity, you know? Seemssso fucking eassy being commander of the undead armies, but you deal with the goddamn paperwork, being interrupted by half asssed invocationss and whatnot-” His voice grew more hissing, until his form wasn’t any longer a man standing ridiculously inside of a medium sized witch cauldron (not owned by a witch) but rather a white snake with red eyes barely dirtied by the ashes inside. Did the elf just never clean that thing?

Meanwhile, Gerard opened the front door to find a frown on their brother’s face.

“What took you so long?” He complained before they could say hello, or anything for that matter.

“Uh…” They faltered under Mikey’s scrutiny, “I was summoning a demon?”

With a click of his tongue and a roll of eyes, Mikey pushed past them into the house.

“Whatever.” He said sarcastically, going straight through towards the kitchen.

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Patrick Stump- Allie

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little cutscene that came to me on a dream and i ended up not fitting anywhere in my stupid geetrick gangster au

“The other night,” He clears his throat, Way’s spoon has stopped hitting the sides of the cup, his eyes are sharply focusing on him as he speaks, “The other night I dreamt of pearly white gates. They didn’t let me in.”

Way blinks, as if expecting a continuation. There is none. So he lifts his eyebrows and takes in a deep breath.

“Right. Well, that, my friend, is what I like to call a prophetic dream.” He smiled tightly, letting go of the silver spoon to rest back against his chair. “Me myself I’m well versed in the matter of prophetic dreaming as you may already know. However, can’t say I’ve ever dreamt about not going to heaven particularly. Funny that.”

“Funny not entering heaven?” Patrick wasn’t looking at him actually, too busy focused on the peeling wallpaper by his side, but he could feel Way’s gaze on him, assessing him with narrowed eyes.

“Funny having never dreamt about it. Taken for granted as it is.” Way’s tongue brushed his upper lip and a frown grew on his factions. “Because you were aware that you weren’t entering the pearly whites, weren’t you?”

Patrick rose his eyebrows nonchalantly and decided then that the tea was there for a reason, so he took a sip and held his eye contact with the wall. “Suppose not”

Just for the sake of contradiction, Way took an energizing breath and relieved himself from the frown. “One can never know nowadays, suppose if you repent from any and all bad right before stepping over… might as well get drafted on Peter’s list.”

At that Patrick’s gaze slid slowly back over to him, blinking dazedly at Gerard. “You think our sins can be pardoned?”

“Our sins?” He tasted the syllables on his tongue, making sure they were awry and tangible, that they are the same ones that were produced by Patrick. Then Gerard snorted humorlessly, shook his head and reached for his cup. “You, are unsalvagable, Patrick Stump. No man nor god would be able to help that putrid thing in your chest that I dare call soul. Whatever’s happened to that heart of yours that I’ve never known, you’ve made well sure it’s unredeemable, haven’t you, darling? And yet you come to me asking about golden gates and salvation.”

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rarepair/crackship discourse is amazing bc imagine having beef bc a ship doesn’t make sense and meanwhile the rarepair is literally this

anything can be geetrick if you put your mind to it.

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it looks like it would use doble slap and hit 5 times