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horrible news guys i have to come up with more puzzles

sending oomf on an arg OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUN HEEEHEHEHEHEEEE i'm homework jones solve my riddles and games

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NEVERMIND

i wonder why mable's the acting director. did. did sycamore go missing he hasn't retired i don't think but he's clearly GONE. i've caught perfectworldshippingitis again look this is the gayest shit ever i'm sorry he was last seen reminiscing on his old probably dead probably immortal friend. takes in one of his admins as his assistant and trusts them so much he lets them BE THE ACTING DIRECTOR of the pokemon research lab(fair enough considering sina and dexio have probably moved on to greater frontiers considering their place in usum) ALLOWS MABLE TO KEEP MEMORABILIA OF HER TIME IN TEAM FLARE. AND THEN SUDDENLY GOES MISSING? gen9 was too good for them not to keep writing professor villain twists. you wanna know my hypothesis? he's trying to bring back lysandre to give him a second chance at life and relationships because if mable can grow, if the other head scientists can grow(presumably. keep in mind the essentia epilogue to xy), then SURELY, surely lysandre has some hope in his future right? surely, he can accept help ^ in this he's villain by principle/his own word. again, giving help to the wrong people, he'd probably feel responsible and blame himself after lysandres ass is kicked a second time. professor augustine sycamore gives help to the wrong people and that's the tragedy of his character i love you pokemon xy GOD and how lysandre must feel too. its been like a decade emotions must be FESTERING. if what we saw in xy was just him being plainly honest imagine how he must be NOW. 10-11 years left to rot in what must essentially be something akin to hell on earth. does he regret or equate it to his ideal? and when he emerges from geosenge and feels the sun on his face, will he cry for humanity yet again? sorry more clarification on why sycamore might have gone missing and how that ties in with my theory crack idea idk man consider lysandre's reputation has plummeted and geosenge town no longer really has anything going for it because i doubt it's even still a town. if sycamore ever decided to express any sort of interest in going there, in going where lysandre, leader of team flare, was buried, his reputation would also probably take a hit too right it probably doesn't help they were PUBLICLY friends before the events of xy so his reputation has, too, probably tanked. he's being run into the mud and can't help it because he feels pity. he wants lysandre to be given a second chance- so, he vanishes. sets mable to be the one people see, because mable probably wasn't persecuted as heavily as say xerosic. mable is new to the public and seems to be redeemed. so sycamore can leave without issue and try to revive a dead friend(ship)

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hey guys how's it going

i wonder why mable's the acting director. did. did sycamore go missing he hasn't retired i don't think but he's clearly GONE. i've caught perfectworldshippingitis again look this is the gayest shit ever i'm sorry he was last seen reminiscing on his old probably dead probably immortal friend. takes in one of his admins as his assistant and trusts them so much he lets them BE THE ACTING DIRECTOR of the pokemon research lab(fair enough considering sina and dexio have probably moved on to greater frontiers considering their place in usum) ALLOWS MABLE TO KEEP MEMORABILIA OF HER TIME IN TEAM FLARE. AND THEN SUDDENLY GOES MISSING? gen9 was too good for them not to keep writing professor villain twists. you wanna know my hypothesis? he's trying to bring back lysandre to give him a second chance at life and relationships because if mable can grow, if the other head scientists can grow(presumably. keep in mind the essentia epilogue to xy), then SURELY, surely lysandre has some hope in his future right? surely, he can accept help ^ in this he's villain by principle/his own word. again, giving help to the wrong people, he'd probably feel responsible and blame himself after lysandres ass is kicked a second time. professor augustine sycamore gives help to the wrong people and that's the tragedy of his character i love you pokemon xy GOD and how lysandre must feel too. its been like a decade emotions must be FESTERING. if what we saw in xy was just him being plainly honest imagine how he must be NOW. 10-11 years left to rot in what must essentially be something akin to hell on earth. does he regret or equate it to his ideal? and when he emerges from geosenge and feels the sun on his face, will he cry for humanity yet again? sorry more clarification on why sycamore might have gone missing and how that ties in with my theory crack idea idk man consider lysandre's reputation has plummeted and geosenge town no longer really has anything going for it because i doubt it's even still a town. if sycamore ever decided to express any sort of interest in going there, in going where lysandre, leader of team flare, was buried, his reputation would also probably take a hit too right it probably doesn't help they were PUBLICLY friends before the events of xy so his reputation has, too, probably tanked. he's being run into the mud and can't help it because he feels pity. he wants lysandre to be given a second chance- so, he vanishes. sets mable to be the one people see, because mable probably wasn't persecuted as heavily as say xerosic. mable is new to the public and seems to be redeemed. so sycamore can leave without issue and try to revive a dead friend(ship)

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look at my smp antagonist dawg we're doomed💔

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ITS BEEN 11 MINUTES LOCK THE FUCK IN EXECUTIVE

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who the fuck hired this guy

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Hii Maple!!! Not sure if you saw already, but there's a new Spoke uu episode!! ^_^

OHHH THANK U PAUL REVOOMF ILL GET TO IT WHEN SCHOOLS OUT

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YAY WIZARD ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

The light is dim, soft, a warm orange that envelops the room in something a little more comfortable than utter silence. Normally everything is in that horrid, migraine-inducing, perfect white light, from pristine blue lightbulbs that never need changing- it's partially a reason why Seawatt works with the lights off. But he's worn his lights down, keeping them on while he's away, and they've since muted to something bearable. His bed is stiff and uncomfortable; cold and still, probably, as it was when he first even bought this apartment. He pulls too-tight, smoothened covers over him, and it's such a strange sensory experience he can't help the look of discomfort on his face as he tries to maneuver his body into some comfortable sleeping position. And then he speaks; the weight at the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs, looking at him while he tries to rest. Seawatt forgot he invited him here, but this is nothing but a product of his own incompetence he has to deal with in some way that doesn't involve crushing his feelings. "Hey, uh, Seawatt?" He pipes up, "The computer thingy in your lab, uhm..." "Citizen database," Seawatt corrects, opting to instead sit up, leaning his head against the headboard(unpleasant and cold, and he considers this foreshadowing). "it's a lame record of everyone who's lived and is living in this Civilization. Neat tech, though, I won't put it past you if you touched the thing." He looks down to his lap and his idle hands within, as if embarrassed; of course he is. Seawatt was too, when he first found out about it. "I didn't mean to." Of course he didn't. "Well, I mean- I did, but...I thought I would just, uh, put your name into it, because it said for me to put a name in, and..." A dulled shiver makes itself known at the base of Seawatt's neck, cold hands slowly crawling down his spine as he takes in those words. "What'd it say?" He asks, words betraying him, uttering that cursed phrase seemingly on impulse. Worse, after the fact, is the silence that follows it, the slow breaths of the other as he tries to process what he should have never learned in the first place. What's he to do, now that he knows? What is there? "Fighter." Fighter, he says, and Seawatt's deepest, darkest fear is confirmed with the utterance of a singular word. He has to swallow back the feeling of dreadful nausea that overtakes him. "I don't know that level, Seawatt. What it said back there- is it true?" Fighter. It's been a while since he's heard that word used by anyone in this Civilization. He can't help but divert his attention elsewhere while he ponders what there is to possibly say besides what he wants to. He wants to leap from his bed, strangle every particle of air out of his throat, scream at him to forget that damned title if he knows what's good for him, but he doesn't. The most he can bring himself to do is ball his fist beneath the covers and chuckle. "Just means I'm tough. The word that pops up doesn't represent a level, just what everyone else thinks of you." The other looks at him in disbelief, studying his expression closely, placing his hands onto the surface of the bed. "You look really pathetic, though." At least he took the bait.

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AHHHTJANK YYOUUUU i did not think you had the capacity to call seawatt a pathetic ass wet cat. genuinely i did not think that sequence of words would ever be uttered by you

YAY WIZARD ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

The light is dim, soft, a warm orange that envelops the room in something a little more comfortable than utter silence. Normally everything is in that horrid, migraine-inducing, perfect white light, from pristine blue lightbulbs that never need changing- it's partially a reason why Seawatt works with the lights off. But he's worn his lights down, keeping them on while he's away, and they've since muted to something bearable. His bed is stiff and uncomfortable; cold and still, probably, as it was when he first even bought this apartment. He pulls too-tight, smoothened covers over him, and it's such a strange sensory experience he can't help the look of discomfort on his face as he tries to maneuver his body into some comfortable sleeping position. And then he speaks; the weight at the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs, looking at him while he tries to rest. Seawatt forgot he invited him here, but this is nothing but a product of his own incompetence he has to deal with in some way that doesn't involve crushing his feelings. "Hey, uh, Seawatt?" He pipes up, "The computer thingy in your lab, uhm..." "Citizen database," Seawatt corrects, opting to instead sit up, leaning his head against the headboard(unpleasant and cold, and he considers this foreshadowing). "it's a lame record of everyone who's lived and is living in this Civilization. Neat tech, though, I won't put it past you if you touched the thing." He looks down to his lap and his idle hands within, as if embarrassed; of course he is. Seawatt was too, when he first found out about it. "I didn't mean to." Of course he didn't. "Well, I mean- I did, but...I thought I would just, uh, put your name into it, because it said for me to put a name in, and..." A dulled shiver makes itself known at the base of Seawatt's neck, cold hands slowly crawling down his spine as he takes in those words. "What'd it say?" He asks, words betraying him, uttering that cursed phrase seemingly on impulse. Worse, after the fact, is the silence that follows it, the slow breaths of the other as he tries to process what he should have never learned in the first place. What's he to do, now that he knows? What is there? "Fighter." Fighter, he says, and Seawatt's deepest, darkest fear is confirmed with the utterance of a singular word. He has to swallow back the feeling of dreadful nausea that overtakes him. "I don't know that level, Seawatt. What it said back there- is it true?" Fighter. It's been a while since he's heard that word used by anyone in this Civilization. He can't help but divert his attention elsewhere while he ponders what there is to possibly say besides what he wants to. He wants to leap from his bed, strangle every particle of air out of his throat, scream at him to forget that damned title if he knows what's good for him, but he doesn't. The most he can bring himself to do is ball his fist beneath the covers and chuckle. "Just means I'm tough. The word that pops up doesn't represent a level, just what everyone else thinks of you." The other looks at him in disbelief, studying his expression closely, placing his hands onto the surface of the bed. "You look really pathetic, though." At least he took the bait.

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YAY WIZARD ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

The light is dim, soft, a warm orange that envelops the room in something a little more comfortable than utter silence. Normally everything is in that horrid, migraine-inducing, perfect white light, from pristine blue lightbulbs that never need changing- it's partially a reason why Seawatt works with the lights off. But he's worn his lights down, keeping them on while he's away, and they've since muted to something bearable. His bed is stiff and uncomfortable; cold and still, probably, as it was when he first even bought this apartment. He pulls too-tight, smoothened covers over him, and it's such a strange sensory experience he can't help the look of discomfort on his face as he tries to maneuver his body into some comfortable sleeping position. And then he speaks; the weight at the edge of his bed, twiddling his thumbs, looking at him while he tries to rest. Seawatt forgot he invited him here, but this is nothing but a product of his own incompetence he has to deal with in some way that doesn't involve crushing his feelings. "Hey, uh, Seawatt?" He pipes up, "The computer thingy in your lab, uhm..." "Citizen database," Seawatt corrects, opting to instead sit up, leaning his head against the headboard(unpleasant and cold, and he considers this foreshadowing). "it's a lame record of everyone who's lived and is living in this Civilization. Neat tech, though, I won't put it past you if you touched the thing." He looks down to his lap and his idle hands within, as if embarrassed; of course he is. Seawatt was too, when he first found out about it. "I didn't mean to." Of course he didn't. "Well, I mean- I did, but...I thought I would just, uh, put your name into it, because it said for me to put a name in, and..." A dulled shiver makes itself known at the base of Seawatt's neck, cold hands slowly crawling down his spine as he takes in those words. "What'd it say?" He asks, words betraying him, uttering that cursed phrase seemingly on impulse. Worse, after the fact, is the silence that follows it, the slow breaths of the other as he tries to process what he should have never learned in the first place. What's he to do, now that he knows? What is there? "Fighter." Fighter, he says, and Seawatt's deepest, darkest fear is confirmed with the utterance of a singular word. He has to swallow back the feeling of dreadful nausea that overtakes him. "I don't know that level, Seawatt. What it said back there- is it true?" Fighter. It's been a while since he's heard that word used by anyone in this Civilization. He can't help but divert his attention elsewhere while he ponders what there is to possibly say besides what he wants to. He wants to leap from his bed, strangle every particle of air out of his throat, scream at him to forget that damned title if he knows what's good for him, but he doesn't. The most he can bring himself to do is ball his fist beneath the covers and chuckle. "Just means I'm tough. The word that pops up doesn't represent a level, just what everyone else thinks of you." The other looks at him in disbelief, studying his expression closely, placing his hands onto the surface of the bed. "You look really pathetic, though." At least he took the bait.

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⋆˚࿔ build-a-fic 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

➴ chose a line of dialogue, an emotion and a setting (a number, letter, + a creature), and write/request to your heart’s content!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a piece of dialogue

꒰ 1 ꒱ “i can’t fucking believe this.”

꒰ 2 ꒱ “what they said back there. is it true?”

꒰ 3 ꒱ “it’s not safe here anymore- we need to leave. now!”

꒰ 4 ꒱ “you know how much i care about you.”

꒰ 5 ꒱ “they’re never going to hurt you again.”

꒰ 6 ꒱ “here, let’s get you warmed up.”

꒰ 7 ꒱ “i didn’t do it. please, you have to believe me!”

꒰ 8 ꒱ “i’m taking you home, and that’s that.”

꒰ 9 ꒱ “do you trust me?”

꒰ 10 ꒱ “i can’t sleep either. mind if i join you?”

꒰ 11 ꒱ “you’re not your worst mistake.”

꒰ 12 ꒱ “try and eat, if you can. it’ll make you feel better.”

꒰ 13 ꒱ “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.”

꒰ 14 ꒱ “they’re going to surround us. we need to get ready.”

꒰ 15 ꒱ “i need you to leave.”

꒰ 16 ꒱ “we can’t be seen together like this. not anymore.”

꒰ 17 ꒱ “it’s dangerous. i need you to know that before you agree.”

꒰ 18 ꒱ “it’s just one night- surely sharing a bed for that long won’t kill us.”

꒰ 19 ꒱ “it’s getting dark, we should think about heading back.”

꒰ 20 ꒱ “what have i told you about coming here?!”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ an emotion

꒰ A ꒱ disdain

꒰ B ꒱ grief

꒰ C ꒱ ecstasy

꒰ D ꒱ disbelief

꒰ E ꒱ anxiety

꒰ F ꒱ contentment

꒰ G ꒱ drunkenness

꒰ H ꒱ enjoyment

꒰ I ꒱ confusion

꒰ J ꒱ fear

꒰ K ꒱ hunger

꒰ L ꒱ relief

꒰ M ꒱ distrust

꒰ N ꒱ fondness

꒰ O ꒱ delight

꒰ P ꒱ hurt

꒰ Q ꒱ love

꒰ R ꒱ sickness

꒰ S ꒱ exhaustion

꒰ T ꒱ betrayal

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ a setting

꒰ 𓆉 ꒱ the corner bed in a hospital ward

꒰ 𓅨 ꒱ a spare bedroom

꒰ 𓆣 ꒱ an alleyway behind a dive bar

꒰ 𓃰 ꒱ a mountainside shrouded in fog

꒰ 𓃗 ꒱ a skeevy motel just off the highway

꒰ 𓃱 ꒱ a barren industrial plant in the middle of nowhere

꒰ 𓃟 ꒱ the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club

꒰ 𓆟 ꒱ the war room of a military blacksite

꒰ 𓆈 ꒱ the produce aisle of a 24/7 supermarket

꒰ 𓅫 ꒱ the bedside of someone who doesn’t want you there

꒰ 𓅟 ꒱ the walk-in fridge of a failing restaurant

꒰ 𓃵 ꒱ a rickety old barn’s hayloft

꒰ 𓃓 ꒱ at work, far later than you should be

꒰ 𓆌 ꒱ a stranger’s bed at dawn

꒰ 𓆏 ꒱ an airplane hanger

꒰ 𓅭 ꒱ a medical bay that stinks of antiseptic and fear

꒰ 𓆗 ꒱ the kitchen of a derelict house

꒰ 𓃢 ꒱ the dressing room of a luxury department store

꒰ 𓆧 ꒱ the place where grassy plains meet desert dunes

꒰ 𓃔 ꒱ a beach at low tide

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sending oomf on an arg OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUN HEEEHEHEHEHEEEE i'm homework jones solve my riddles and games

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alright guys irl oomf found the ashwag demasculation post i'm killing myself

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sang yi appreciation post

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i have hired fan-made young t.o.m. to stare at you wizrad

oh my god the headcanons really shine through on this fantastic original design

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brainworms over took me wizard and I rolled off a hill with your hc thank you for sharing it ^_^

EVERYONE GO LOOK AT PEAK GO LOOK AT PEAK RIGHT NOW