#I am…. the LOREKEEPER

[sparklelipstick]

I asked Quiddie about the make up and styling before I watched AP10 for Misfits & Magic 2 🥲

What a beautiful conversation about the collaboration of all the people working behind the scenes at Dimension 20! Far and away one of my favorite parts of all of Dropout’s content is celebrating the creativity and joy of the crew who aren’t on camera. There is nothing I love more than when you can hear crew laughing in the background when someone goes really hare-brained, it just makes me feel more in community with this content that brings me so much joy.

[mamasplat]

I am a simple young lady.

And a lesbian.

[lorekeeper-backset]

Courtney and Zinnia with the "The Bad Bitch I pulled by being autistic" and "the autistic girl I pulled by being a bad bitch" t-shirts respectively.

[aceofintuition]

Chapters: 18/19 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters: Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire | Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire Versions, Pocket Monsters: Ruby & Sapphire & Emerald | Pokemon Ruby Sapphire Emerald Versions Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Matsubusa | Maxie, Aogiri | Archie, Izumi | Shelly, Homura | Tabitha, Kagari | Courtney, Ushio | Matt, Groudon (Pokemon), Tsuwabuki Daigo | Steven Stone, Handsome | Looker, Kyogre (Pokemon), Higana | Zinnia Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, possession AU (sort of), Swearing, Nonbinary Character, Trans Character, Enemies to Friends, Humor, archie swears like a sailor ba dum tish, ORAS versions of the teams, but maxie has a healthy dose of RSE maxie's personality, and by that I mean low WIS and low INT, terrible mishmash of ORAS and RSE history with some original headcanons thrown into the mix, maybe eventually hardenshipping but they sure as hell aren't right now, a possibly surprising amount of fistfighting, Drama, Slow Burn, Sporadic Updates, i write when i feel like it, content warnings will be listed at the beginning of each chapter, steven stone is surrounded by idiots unfortunately for him, graphic depictions of violence is just for a couple scenes, that i wouldn't consider super graphic but are atypical of pokemon canon in their violence levels Summary:

Zinnia pisses off Steven for the very last time! Maxie sees shrimp colors.

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[its-gonna-be-may]

Hi, hey, hello! Zinnia here! Yeah, I'm Zinnia! I'm Zinnia I'm Zinnia that's who I am!

Uh... May just flew off on Rayquaza and left her 'Nav with me...

So I guess... I'll just talk with you all...

[vellichorom]

Hello there! I have a few questions about the paraverse

firstly how do new narrators get there? Do they just get teleported there like in hfjOne hehe or is there a transport of some kind?

also does the paraverse have any kind of structures or different landscapes or is it just a white void? can they influence the landscape in any way or are build permissions off?

Lastly is there any logic to it all or is it just british chaos

sorry if it’s a lot of questions, I’m just so curious about this type of stuff

as MUCH as I would love to answer these questions in fine, excruciating detail, there's not necessarily a set location in which the Paraverse itself takes place. the Paraverse is both- the fun title for the community / " multiverse " of parable designs & AUs to come together for fun shenanigans, AS WELL as the name of a big fat excuse for us all to interact. AS SUCH, the Paraverse can happen wherever you, the artists, want it to!

maybe they all gather in an expansive white void, maybe they gather in the nearest coffee shop, or in a BIGGER rendition of The Stanley Parable office, it's honestly wherever you want it to be or whatever fits best for the interactions you'd like to have!

there's no official structures or any rules to this sort of thing, bear in mind, because it's more of just a moldable idea than anything else, so have fun with it!

& as for HOW they get there? also up to you! i've always left it ambiguous myself, although the idea was discussed once that thierry has customized doorways in his game to invade other, specific people's games / worlds ( i think he had something of a scary ass crawlspace to get through to get to CYM-K's parable rendition, once upon a time & another / just a flight of stairs down to get to the set of title_pending, ), or OTHERWISE just walked in a very specific direction in the void & ended up on The Other Side. OR a glitch in the system happened & oops! thierry's somewhere else now.

it's ALL whatever you make of it really! so hey, if YOU want your parable to get ONE'd into the system, GO for it, you totally not secretly a shattered oil lamp mastermind you!

[tetrameryxx]

Weebly is better than wix, neocities is the best. Wix is being boycotted rn & shitty so you should definitely move to another platform

Copy that 👍

[venalos-archived]

@forjustice, cont.

The Risen Kushala Daora held his head high, undaunted by her withering snarl. She may be the chosen one of that big, green, superfluous worm for all Jupiter cared, she will forever remain an insignificant piece of meat in his eyes. She could even beat him black-and-blue, as unlikely of an event that may be (or at least he thought), and he would still view himself superior in every way.

"My... problem? Did you really have to ask?" Jupiter growled, in that primordial tongue only beasts could understand. "My 'problem' is that I still cannot comprehend why Marina would stoop so low as to choose you as her mate."

At the very least Jupiter was honest. He shook his head, his mere presence giving off a gust of wind strong enough to knock any lesser beings straight on their backs.

However, even Jupiter had to begrudgingly admit that Zinnia was no lesser being. Even if he would prefer facing death over saying it out loud.

"Had she finally gone mad at that precise moment?"

[amessageonthewind]

       "This is just like the one at the tower..."

       Then, the Trainer saw what made Briar stop in her tracks and froze in place herself, staring absolutely dumbfounded at the sight before her. Cedric leaned over out of her hood to see for himself what all the fuss was about and was baffled... and quietly pleased. Well, what do you know? We meet again, mystery lady. For a little while, fleeting thoughts would flit to the forefront of her mind in passing ever since they'd first met in Petalburg Woods only two days ago. She had hoped that she would see this woman again, but Rachel didn't think that the universe would actually answer her at all, let alone in only a matter of days.

       Because here she was - the night-haired stranger donning her pale jagged cloak with its ring of dark pentagonal scales affixed to her large collar that obscured the back of her head, with her backside turned to Rachel as she was examining the mural before her and muttering to herself like Steven had done before. However, she seemed to have different thoughts than Steven had... there was knowing in her that Steven didn't have. It immediately intrigued Rachel. "This one shows Primal Reversion... while that one shows Mega Evolution..."

       Her Whismur was dutifully by her side just like when they had first met, Aster being the first to notice the others in the room as her heavy plush ears lifted up slightly and she started rapidly tapping at the woman's sandals, gasping at the sight of Rachel and her Pokémon in recognition. "Mother, look!"

       This time, Rachel realized that she could understand Aster now, unlike the last time they've met. Though, upon realizing what the Whismur said, the Trainer immediately deflated when she realized what it meant.  Oh... 'mother.' She sees her Trainer as her mother... There were a lot of sad implications that she could speculate on, so many theories as to what could have happened to result in this sort of relationship between human and Pokémon, but she opted not to. They were strangers and it really wasn't Rachel's business... though, she still couldn't help herself internally. It was in her nature to want to know more, even if it was to her own detriment at times.

       The stranger turned around at the insistence of her own Pokémon, her crimson eyes sparkling with intrigue and curiosity as she fixed her gaze on Rachel and her Pokémon. Though, strangely, there was something more to it. Relief? Elation? True, she had hoped she would see Rachel again, but she didn't think she'd see her quite so soon... especially after the gruesome sight of yesterday. At least it seemed like she was alright and that her Pokémon were safe as well, including the Aron that she was so busy whisking away to safety. The stranger could at least rest easy knowing that, now. Admittedly, she had been a bit beside herself both last night and this morning, especially after seeing the carnage for herself... but at least she also saw for herself that Rachel was okay. She was safe - and she looked quite different, now that the stranger could get a proper look. "Well, look at you!" She greeted, hands on her hips as she took Rachel in, her eyes trailing up and down the other Trainer's figure. For all of the brutal distractions of yesterday, this was more than a welcome surprise. "Looks like someone got an upgrade."

       "Huh?" Oh. Right. This was the first time she'd seen this woman since they'd first met and Rachel had completely changed her look. She had been completely distracted by everything else going on that it didn't even cross her mind that it would be of notice to someone like this mysterious stranger that she had only met once before. It must've been quite the whiplash, though she couldn't help but be a bit flattered by the attention called to it. "Uh, yeah. I, uh... participated in a contest in Slateport and I sorta decided to take that show on the road, as it were."

       "Hmm." The cloaked woman hummed, walking towards Rachel and continuing to hum thoughtfully as she examined her, Rachel feeling a bit timid underneath the casual inspection being conducted with only a pair of scorching red irises. They'd walked together in close proximity when they last talked in Petalburg Woods, but the stranger was circling her, practically sizing her up like a murder of Murkrows eyeing an exhausted Pokémon on the ground below, or some leftovers someone had haphazardly tossed aside on the road to swoop down upon. It made Rachel feel rather meek and nervous as the stranger from the woods looked her over, her eyes landing on Rachel's gauntlet. "Oh, my my... what a curious addition to your little uniform." She mused, taking Rachel's hand and lifting it to get a better look at it, seemingly having no regard for her personal space. Her strong fingers traced the places where each joint linked together, her fingertips tapping at the clawtips curiously.

       Although she allowed the physical touch, it still made Rachel feel unexpectedly warm and a bit flushed at the sudden casualness of the action. She couldn't recall if they'd even come into physical contact last they'd met, but there was a feeling to having her hand held and looked over so diligently that had her buzzing underneath her skin. This stranger was so curious... and yet so gentle. She'd only held hands with her family, before this. This was something entirely new and she had no idea how to react to it.

       Oddly enough, with the two of them in close proximity like this and with the stranger's arms extended out from underneath her cloak, Rachel caught sight of the plethora of small scars that seemed to nick a few places on the stranger's arms and knuckles that she hadn't noticed, before. Some had faded and were barely noticeable while others were a bit deeper and easier to catch, but from what she could tell, it looked like this woman regularly got into spars with Pokémon. The scars seemed to indicate as such since they didn't have the uniformity or otherwise indication of being self-inflicted, thankfully. That was something that Rachel hadn't even thought to worry about until now, but she was nevertheless grateful for having that concern abated as quickly as it was raised in her own mind.

[jayaorgana]

I do think with Rogue Leader, they MAY have accidentally fused Tycho and Hobbie into one character. I think they might have thought they were one single character. Oops.

[ask-lorekeeper-zinnia]

Favorite dragon type that’s not Rayquaza or part of the Salamence line?

Hoenni Noivern. It was my second ever Pokemon, after all.

[syrinq]

yeah i really love it when you want to build a website and learn coding and programming and scripting and set yourself on fire and the experience is basically just this

[mamasplat]

I think about this scene a lot, like an unhealthy amount

(It goes even harder at night time)

[dragonakito360]

Hello bestie ;33 HEHDHEHJW

Anyways, i wish for a doflamingo x fem!reader smut. Reader is the favorite toy (if u can say) that doffy wants to play with, like the other ladies that are in the palace he doesn’t want them, only the reader. Maybe some soft doffy (im a sucker 👉👈)

Also with a hint of misuse of devil fruit, aka bondage🥰

Laced up Nice and Pretty

{ THIS IS AN 18+ NSFW WORK, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT }

⋆｡°✩ Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

⋆｡°✩ Summary: Doflamingo finds his favourite toy all dolled up for him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to take her.

⋆｡°✩ Content Tags: P in V sex, bondage, improper use of Devil Fruit Ability, Possessive!Doffy, a bit of dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, Soft!Doffy and a bit of aftercare at the end

⋆｡°✩ Word Count: 1,350 Words

⋆｡°✩ Lorekeeper's Notes: Thank you for the request! I am in love with that blond man too 🫶 I have not written smut in a long while, hope you guys still enjoy the story regardless!

It was no secret among the Donquixote Pirates that Doflamingo had women in the castle that he favoured. They were his toys, ready to attend to his carnal pleasures whenever he desired. He used them however he pleased, chasing after his own high and leaving the women to care for themselves in the aftermath. But it was no secret either that he had a clear favourite, and it was you. It hadn’t been long since you came to work under him, yet everyone knew of his attraction to you. He sought your company far more than he did the others, gifting dresses that he would tear off your body, and he would take the time to attend to you once the act was over.

Doflamingo walked down the castle halls, heading out to the garden for fresh air. That was when he spotted you, dressed in the new clothes he had gifted. It was a tight outfit, hugging your body just right as lace frills accented the piece, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was more similar to lingerie than any actual dress. He licked his lips, grinning as he watched you lean up to clean the decor of the palace. He snuck up from behind, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him.

“What a pleasure it is to see you, doll.” Doflamingo whispered in your ear. “Did you dress yourself up all for me? I gifted this just the other day, it’s a shame for me to rip it so soon.”

“Young master, I-” You try to speak, only for Doflamingo to cut you off.

“The chores can wait, I need you now.” He placed emphasis on the last word, making you understand that there was no room for argument. Not that you would have, you were always so willing to please him. He could feel your body give in, his laugh echoing slightly in the sparse hall. “That’s a good girl.”

Doflamingo brought you to his room, sitting on the lavish couch as you stood in front of him. You felt like a prey watched by a predator, his lustful gaze watching your every move, every squirm of your body as you stared back, trying to read his expression. But all you could see was that mischievous grin as leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards you.

“Go on, put on a show for your king, doll. Show me that body of yours, before I rip that dress off myself.” You nodded at his words and unzipped the dress, letting it cascade off your shoulders. You held it up, giving Doflamingo just a peek of your breasts. He watched with anticipation as the dress fell to the floor, leaving you bare, save for the thin, lace undergarments. You approached him, letting your hips sway and running your hands down your body, accentuating your body.

Suddenly, you feel a pull tug your body. Before you could comprehend what had happened, your body had become suspended in the air by Doflamingo’s strings. You were face down, wrists tied above your head, back arched and legs spread, leaving room for Doflamingo to step between them. The man laughed as he tore your underwear with his strings, eyes focused on your pussy as it clenched on air, begging for his touch. He came up behind you, leaning over your body as you turned to face him.

“Please, please Doffy.” You begged, wanting him to just take you then and there. Doflamingo laughed once more, grabbing your chin.

“Making demands of me, darling? You should know your place.” His free hand slapped your ass, rubbing it soothingly as you squirmed. “I saw you and Diamante earlier today. Did you like spending time with him, hm? Did you think I wouldn’t know you were whoring yourself for him? And now you want me to fuck you on my cock? You filthy slut.” He slapped your rear again, rubbing the red, sore spot. “Did you forget who you belong to?”

“N-No, Doffy, I swear. I wasn’t doing anything with Diamante.” You pleaded, trying to convince him of your innocence. And truthfully, he knew you had nothing to hide. But he wanted to play with you for a while longer. He pulled on your body, lifting it upward and pressing your back flat against his chest. he freed his hard cock out his pants, shoving the garment down and kicking it aside. He rubbed it against your pussy, the tip teasing your clit. You let out a soft, shaky breath as he chuckled.

“I think I need to remind you of who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.” He grinned and thrusted up into your cunt, the tip of his cock pushing in. You let out a loud, strained moan as he continued to push in. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight! Relax for me, doll. You’re taking me all the way in.”

Doflamingo pulled your body down onto his cock, one hand caressing your breasts and the other on your clit, making delicious moans spill from your mouth. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he took a moment to admire the view, your hips flushed against his as your body trembled. Only you could take in all of him, unlike the other women. It was like your cunt was made for him. He thrusted slowly, teasingly, keeping what you both desire just barely out of reach. He then rutted into you at an animalistic pace, laughing between his grunts as he felt the bulge at your stomach.

“Feel that, darling? No other man can make you feel this satisfied.” He held onto your hips, as he thrusted hard into you, grip bruising your skin. He smirked as he felt your warm walls clench on his cock, and he started to slow down to bring you to the brink of orgasm, only to stop.

“Doffy, Doffy p-please.” You begged, trying to move back into him as tears pooled in your eyes. His grin widened, cock twitching at the sight of your plight.

“Aw, does my darling want to cum? Then beg for it. Tell me how much you want my dick.” He grinned mischievously as he held you firmly in place.

“P-Please, Doffy! Let me cum! Only you can make me feel this good!” You cried, hoping it was enough to convince him. Thankfully, it was. Doflamingo snapped his hips against yours, bringing you to the edge once again.

“That’s right, only I can make you feel this good.” He chuckled under his breath. “This is my pussy, do you understand? No one’s allowed to fuck you except for me.”

“Yours, Doffy! Yours!” You felt his cock twitch and your walls tighten its grip. With a pleasured cry, you came undone, your juices all over his cock and balls. He came not long after, spilling his warm seed into your cunt. After rutting in a few more times he pulled out, admiring the view of your hole and his cum dripping out.

“You did so good for me, doll. You always do.” He cooed, releasing the strings that held you. He tossed you onto the bed, his touch gentle and warm. As you laid on your back to get comfortable, he called for a maid to bring over a towel. He wiped off your sweat, kissing your body and the marks left behind from the last time you both had sex. He was pleased to see them, still visible, showing everyone you’re his. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He praised softly and kissed your lips. He tossed the towel aside and got off the bed, tidying himself up in the mirror and putting on his pants. “Get yourself dressed, you still have work to do.”

“Yes, young master.” You responded weakly, throat hoarse from your cries. Despite the command, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you took some time to rest. He looked at you with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips before leaving.

[peopleareaproblem]

"It's the only name I can say."

So last ep, Kalina dropped this line after saying "Ragh Barkrock" again. She's really trying to get the Bad Kids to deduce who she could be referring to via Ragh. We've found out about the Spy's Tongue Curse since she last dropped Ragh's name, so it's clear that she's implying that she cannot say the names she wants to say and is dropping Ragh's name as a clue. I've been seeing a lot of theories about this line that are convinced it's implying Lydia Barkrock. I disagree: I think she is referring to Arianwen, Jace and Porter. Here's why.

First of all, and most obviously: Kalina says Lydia's full name in Sophomore Year episode 6.

Kalina: But you do have some time to talk it over because I'm gonna head out and kill Lydia Barkrock. So take care.

I don't think Brennan or the D20 Lorekeeper would have missed this. Kalina doesn't have a Spy's Tongue Curse with Lydia.

Secondly, the gang already investigated Lydia and got relevant clues from her, and Brennan did not encourage suspicion towards Lydia in any way. This repeat of the clue really feels like a "you guys didn't get it yet" type thing. Last time they assumed Lydia and that wasn't it. Try again.

Thirdly, Ragh's only real interaction with Kalina is about a single time he saw something he shouldn't have: Jace, Porter and Arianwen talking to someone invisible (Kalina) on Prom Night. I believe that if the Bad Kids just asked Ragh what Kalina could possibly have meant by "Ragh Barkrock" and "It's the only name I can say," he would absolutely bring up this fact. But they haven't!

That's why I am convinced that Arianwen, and to a lesser extent Jace and Porter, are who Kalina was referring to.

Below the cut are some bits of the trancript from Episode 4 of Sophomore Year, where Ragh reveals this to the Bad Kids.

Ragh is describing the aftermath of the fight with Kalvaxus:

Ragh: I ran into the school. And I went and I saw there was this conversation, and I was going, 'cause a lot of the teachers had been trapped in the crystals and had come out again. And I saw Jace, the sorcery teacher-- Adaine: Mm-hmm. Ragh: Talking to this woman that I didn't recognize. She was an elven woman, she was wearing sort of like black, dark robes, it looked like, they were very light. She was blonde, she had glasses. Adaine: She look like this? [points at her face] Ragh: She look like you? Adaine: Mm-hmm. Ragh: I mean, yeah. Yeah, she looked like, yeah, she looked like you. But older. She didn't look like-- Adaine: Right. Ragh: Um, you know, I mean, elves never look that old, but she looked like, you know, not a high schooler. Um. Jace and them were talking, and they were talking to somebody else who I couldn't see. I just assumed somebody was like, invisible. Um. Later, um, Jace and Porter came and talked to me--

Ragh goes on to describe Porter healing him, despite Ragh not feeling "that injured, honestly", and after that he can see Kalina despite not being able to see her moments before:

Ragh: And after that, I was like walking home, and I saw this cat woman, this tabaxi. And she came up, and told me all this stuff about my mom, and she said if I ever talked to anyone about it, she would kill my mom.

This indicates that Porter infected Ragh with the curse, on purpose. Probably to allow Kalina to threaten and manipulate him so he wouldn't tell anyone what he saw. She really doesn't want him telling anyone that he saw Arianwen there.

Ragh: She told me if I ever mentioned to anyone what I had seen about that elven woman-- Adaine: Mm-hmm. Ragh: That she would kill my mom.

They have a short conversation about wether Jace is suspect, but dismiss it. Adaine shows Ragh a photo of her mother and he confirms that it is the woman he saw.

[punjab-official]

🤝

I am normal about Zinnia. Having a folder dedicated to images of a character is normal and fine.

Okay to be fair, most of these are just here cause I needed them for one thing and then left them to languish in my hard drive.