#ask-the-abomination

[ask-the-abomination]

Introductory

The sun would bestow upon this land it's beloved warmth, finally beginning a full start of a new day! The local wild Pokémon would go about their merry way throughout this verdant forest, all the while the Swablus sung in complete harmonic unison. Everything appears to be in a state of perfect tranquility. … Or so one would have assumed.

An odd-colored Scatterbug had grown rather inquisitive about what she had stumbled upon. A metallic device of the sort. But of what purpose does it hold? It doesn't quite appear to hold any beneficial use, as it seems to be way beyond repair and had seem to have already fallen into the grasp's of mother nature. Because of it's fallen structure, it would likely stray the attention of others. At best, many would simply assume that it is nothing more than mere junk. But… If it were to had landed to the eyes of the right Pokémon… Or, in this particular case, a snout--

The Scatterbug shuddered in sheer terror. Her movement fallen completely paralyzed at the sight of someone's muzzle just barging ever so near within her vicinity. The insect felt endangered. Consumed into the assumption that this may be her end. However, despite her fear, the larger Pokémon express zero interest towards her. Instead, they seem to be far more intent on the damaged device on the ground. Sniff… Sniff… They would take a few whiff at the piece of metal. Allowing the fragrance of another's scent to wave around inside their nostrils. Even though nature's aroma had lingered on this object for an unknown amount of time, it hadn't taken long for the canine's thoughts to click.

"-!! HIS SCENT HAS BEEN FOUND!" The canine would growl from beneath her breath, as she spoke. Although, she can't quite hide her words in hush-hush, when the increased amplitude of her tone is heavily audible for many to hear. "NOT A DOUBT THAT THE OTHER IS WITH S-047. BROTHERS, APPROACH! A LEAD HAS BEEN FOUND!". Her call being louder than a Whismur's cry. It wasn't long until two Houndooms would reveal themselves from beyond the luxuriant, grassy path. Though, it didn't particularly seemed like they were too far off from the female Houndoom's location. Nevertheless, they were here. Marking three not-so-welcoming looking hounds in this territory.

The one leaning to the western direction would salivate, as he laughs maniacally. While the other in the eastern side would retain his silence, as the flames wisp through from side to side of his jaw. The lead Houndoom would only growl in a rather overreacted, yet unprovoked irritation. Her voice would explode in volume once more, this time her tone shifting to a sound that is of a mixture between authoritarian and belligerence. Much to the displeasure of the brothers. "CHOP, CHOP, WE HAVE TO LOCATE AT A NINJASK'S PACE! NOT AFTER BREAKFAST, NOT LATER— WE HAVE TO FIND THEM, NOW! WE CANNOT LET THEM OUT FROM THE GRIP OF OUR CLAWS AGAIN! THE MORE TIME WE WASTE, THE GREATER THE OPPORTUNITY ARISES FOR THOSE TWO LESSERS TO ESCAPE!" "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" Silence. Neither of the brotherly duo have chosen to answer her. "I SAID: DO… I… MAKE… MYSELF… CLEAR?!!" The female Houndoom repeated herself. Beginning to sound increasingly irritable through her voice. It had taken but a very brief moment before the two-eyed brother would widely open his jaws and spoke out. "MMMMMM I THINK NES WOULD SUFFICE! A NO, A YES, A NES! GRAHAHAHA!!" He boomed in absolute laughter at his not-so-funny joke. "… YOU ARE AN IDIOTIC DUNCE! DON'T WASTE MY TIME WITH YOUR PATHETIC ATTEMPT OF HUMOR."

Unbeknownst to the trio…

--They were being closely watched by someone from above the trees.

His tail would sway back and forth, as he was not-so-secretly showing the fact that he seemed a little too delightfully chipper at the sight. "It really took these three stooges loooooonnnnnnggggg to arrive here. I was starting to feel pretty bored of not seeing any of their flee-riddle-piss-gobblin' selves, kekeke~." As amused as this slender Sylveon sounded, it became rather short-lived as a smidge of disappointment had settled in. Already he holds full awareness that a particular someone would shrivel in sadness that they have to leave their current 'home'. Something that he doesn't particular look forward to seeing…. Again.

However, before this 'wimp' individual could be informed of such news, the Sylveon had needed to carry out a plan first. Most considering that it does hold importance to the current predicament at hand. That problem being the involvement of the Houndooms that is directly below him. The slender Sylveon would raise up a paw, nearing chin-length. A grim fog would gather around from the very central part of his paw-pad, appearing the same moment that his arm was halted in motion. Soon, the mist appearance would be more of a spherical shape. It was radiating harsh, ominous energy as its form was appearing more and more like a shadowy blob. The elemental skill that he is casting upon is known as none other than Shadow Ball.

When the Ghost-type skill had fully materialized, the Sylveon had seized this chance to thrust his paw forward. Unleashing a dark, powerful orb of ominous energy. However… It would appear that the target of his attack wasn't aimed towards the location of any of the Houndooms. Oh, no, no, no. This Sylveon is quite well aware that a Pokemon like these hounds are not vulnerable against this particular attack. After all, Ghost is ineffective against Dark types. So, he had opted into a more strategic course. One that would prove to be much more beneficial to himself. He had allowed the Shadow Ball to be launched into….

BAM!!! The tree was struck by a powerful blow from the orb! It had already became evident that his goal was to create a distraction. And, well… It became quite a success! The intent was to take advantage of the Houndoom's blindness and bare sense of hearing. Thanks to the sound of the explosion, the trio would immediately snap their head towards its location. Their focus was completely lured into the Sylveon's bait, much like how a Magikarp would immediately bite into a Caterpie strapped onto a hook! Without a moment to lose, the two Houndooms would quickly bolt their way towards the tree. While on the other hand, the one-eyed Houndoom would take a much more slower pace to follow his siblings. It was as if he was intentionally lagging behind… And yet, he spoke nothing of it. Nor did he seem to be expressing any notable, diverted attention. The Sylveon, once seeing the foolish hounds heading towards the distracting direction, would finally have himself come down from the tree. Of course, setting himself at a careful and gentler pacing. After all, he still needs to avoid creating any additional sounds to attract any sort of attention to himself. It wouldn't be ideal to get caught now!

The Sylveon would grant the world his unsettling grin. A smile so wide, it spread from ear to ear and revealed the sharpest of teeth. This creature's disproportionate body would react rather joyous to this small act of success. By, well… Swaying his butt in a rhythmic manner and moving his hips from side to side, exuding a massive amount of confidence. Even his tail was getting all jiggy with it! The eyeball bouncing around as if there were no big deal! It genuinely gave him a shine of immense pleasure to easily deceive these Houndooms once more. As simple of a plan as it was, this still doesn't dissuade the Sylveon's utter proudness.

The female Houndoom howled in anger, as she pace around the broken tree. Furiously sniffing the ground near it, trying her damnest to see if she can capture the scent of their targets. "GRRRR, REVEAL YOURSELVES YOU COWARDS! YOU HAVE ONE CHANCE TO TURN YOURSELVES IN, PEACEFULLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN BRUTE FORCE!!"

The demanded sound would unfortunately fall into death's ears, as the Sylveon had far departed from the hound's location. Only a differing of words would be heard, moreso from the double-cheeked up Starly. The avian's piercing howls, sobbing about their home being destroyed from some uncivilized brute! How someone must pay for such unwarranted demolition!

Soon a transition to the story would shift towards a different creature. One who is located in the same forested area, but not as near to the location of the Houndooms.

"I-I… I don't understand… Why?" "I've looked and couldn't find any answers…" "..." "… I still don't know who, or what I even am…"

The tall amalgamation would clench his paws tightly. He appeared to be very troubled by the thoughts that is racing throughout his head. Uncertainty… Unresolved… Incomplete… "What if…" A moment of pause was brought into attention. His voice have befallen, becoming quieter and quieter. His inner emotion becoming a twisted knot. "… What if I'd never--".

SNAP

His focus had been snapped awake, bringing his attention back into reality. All because of the sudden sound of a cracked branch. One that sounded far too close to him… This would, however, prompt him to be grasped by the state of a feeling: Panicked. It made him felt fearful towards of what—or, more crucially, who—caused that noise. His face, paled in fright, as his fur stand on ends from the terrified sensation coursing throughout his body. In response, he would quickly turn to face towards the direction of the sound. Hindsight doesn't seem to be 20/20 for this taller creature, as he would immediately blabber nervously and loudly to whoever may have caused the sound.

"I-I, UH-- I DON'T TASTE GOOD! REALLY, I HAVE AWFUL FLAVORING! PLEASE! LET ME LIVE! IF YOU WANT, I'LL LEAVE! PLEASE, D-DON'T HURT ME! I HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR!" … It was at that moment, the mix-match abominable creature would fall deathly silent. Now taking realization of who the culprit was from behind the sound of the snapped branches. That being none other than this fabulously-slender and obviously the most handsome Sylveon!

"Yeesh. If it was this easy to get your fluff-dump to leave, I would of scared the living daylights out of you sooner, kekek~. Then again, it reeeeaaaallllllyyyyyy isn't that hard to make you scareder than a Wimpod, Vin~." Blink, blink, blink. 'Vin' had to blink several times, as his fears was washed away and perplexity had taken its place. He would open his mouth, wanting to question the Sylveon's whereabouts. "Sabor, wh--!!". And yet, he couldn't say anything further than a name. Why? well, it may be because Sabor, the Sylveon, would press both ribbons against the other's lips. Smothering his mouth, keeping him in a hush tone. "You really ought to lower those crusty kissers of yours, Vin~. I really wouldn't want to see either of those boot-licking 'dooms rushing into our place, all because of your wimpy screams. You really need to have some sense of danger~." 'Vin' would stare at the Sylveon, his eyes widen in shock. Based on what information was brought to him, he wished that he could be in disbelief. Hoping to not believe that this disheartening day has finally come. Sure, he wasn't oblivious from the fact that such a day were to come, where the Houndooms would make mark of their location. Undoubtedly, considering that the time of their encounter has exceeded its duration. But 'Vin' emotionally held onto that string of hope. The potential possibility that maybe, just maybe, that the hounds would never make an appearance. That the duo could finally be at peace and no longer could they run from what they avoid. To live a life of normalcy. 'Vin' would softly brush Sabor's ribbons away from his mouth, as he spoke in a rather discouraged tone. "No… They couldn't- shouldn't… Why… W-Why now?…". His head droop like a hanged curtain. Sabor would only wave his paw in a very dismissive manner. He would use one of his ribbon to flick itself onto 'Vin' horn. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, I know you love this place and all, Vincent. But it's better we get our asses out as soon as we can, before dumb, dumber, and dumbest finds us. I'm not going to stick around and get my ass captured by those rotten flee bags." In truth, Sabor had never felt appealed to take residence in this particular area. It simply just wasn't as ideal as the previous landmarks they've temporarily lived at. So if anything, this was a masked opportunity that had to be seized.

Vincent head would arose. While wishing to speak more of this topic, his eyes seem to have taken notice of something else. Something-- Or moreso SOMEONE, whom stood behind Sabor… Alarmed, Vincent would point towards Sabor. Pointing towards you. " S… Sabor… Who are they?". His tone a little shaken, as he had never expected to see another. The Sylveon's tail would in a flash face its direction towards you, to have its watchful eyes wield a piercing gaze directly AT you. Straight away, Sabor would pull his ribbons away from Vincent. The ribbons would wrap around the air, as sparks of flames begun to emit onto them. It was starting to begin to create shape. Taking form of a curved, sharp blade. A scythe of the sort, engulf into nothing but pure fire. He was manipulating his next set of skill, making it be more weapon-like. This move is known as Mystical Fire.

"T... They don't look like one of them. I think they're friendly...". His words paused for a good moment. Vincent was taking into realization that he doesn't quite have a full grasp of whether or not the being in front of them could possibly have any ill-motives. This caused him to back track a little. "O-Or at least, don't look like someone who would hunt us down like those guys. I, um, r-really don't think you should attack them."

"... Sometimes I think your 'pacifism' will be the death of you someday, dude. You really are a word-to-word textbook definition of a boner killer. Really killing the murder-this-totally-not-so-suspicious-stranger mood here~." Sabor would lower the flaming scythe, letting the flames dissipate into nothingness. However, the Sylveon will remain alerted and held his guard up towards you.

~{ The duo is now available for asks! }~

[nymphrasis]

Decided to be a lil different with this sketch color <3. Oh and also, I will finally get to working on the introduction for my ask blog some more nwn/. Since I got a couple more comms done, I've figured that this would be best to try to focus on! I will tag below spoiler of the top page, to show what the style will look like nwn/

To make it a lil more quicker to produce, I wont be adding shading to the designs nwn/. I am using the noise filter to make it pop a lil! Of course, I did had to resize that image because noise filter does make the file more chunky TwT. It feels like a nice improvement, admittedly nwn

[panthermouthh]

Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

[s2pdoktopus]

COMBINE!!!

I'm so so sorry ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[noodles-and-tea]

Johnlock but from The Abominable Bride?👀

Watson’s trying his hand at deductions (it’s not going well)

[stupidspacerobots]

What do you think about Megasound? (⁠?⁠・⁠・⁠)

Also very cute Megatron, wanna eat him...

i forgot this was in my inbox….. but i don’t mind megasound :]

[edorazzi]

Page 32 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix summons the confidence to open up to someone else, and the Miraculous begin to find their balance! ☯️⚖️

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[skidcd-megamix]

Did you know that besides justice (the literal giant gundam) A.B.A is the tallest woman in guilty gear

She would be if she stopped slouching all the damn time like GIRLL UR SPINEEEE!!!!!!! DR DOOFENSHMIRTZ ASS POSE

Elphelt forgets how tall A.B.A actually is

[amuelia]

How do you think Roose is going to go out in Winds, will he be killed by Ramsay like in the show (in a very different style, obviously) or is it something a bit unexpected?

Not fond of it being similar to the show version because it implies he's not gonna get a lot of screentime in tWoW; it's also kind of a cheap way to give him "karma" for killing robb by just reversing the roles and having roose be at the receiving end of a murderous betrayal. Note also that Theon is absent from this storyline now (since he escaped), and i'd assume Roose as an important tertiary character would have at least one more big chapter in tWoW, so he probably escapes the Winterfell situation alive at the very least until another PoV crosses his path (Asha?).

If Stannis takes Winterfell, i'd assume Roose would be a prisoner for the moment, maybe saved for a Stark to judge over as a show of goodwill; and whatever "northern conspiracy" payoff there is would probably mean that the northmen distance themselves from him as much as possible and make him the fall guy for the entire red wedding + fallout events (which are mostly his fault anyways). Barbrey as a character likely has been added to the story in aDwD to give a bit of diversity to the northern politics, as someone who is not a stark loyalist and has some closer feelings towards roose but also isnt guilty of the red wedding. I think her role might be that she is a bit of a thorn in the otherwise likely clean consensus on what to do with the Bolton problem and she might argue somewhat in Roose' favour politically (maybe arguing against him being executed or otherwise buying him some time).

And the best sword is the one that cuts both ways, he might tell you. Take the Battle of Green Fork. Had his night march taken Lord Tywin unawares and won the battle, he would have smashed the Lannisters and become the hero of the hour. While if it failed... well, you see what happened. The only way he could lose there would be if were captured or slain himself, and he did his best to minimize the chances of that. - GRRM, SSM Feb 3 2001

Roose' storyline so far has been about how he tries to maximize his profits, while also keeping out of harms way and not getting caught. He acts in ways that are morally reprehensive as long as the result is favourable to him and he can get away with it scot free. Yet come aDwD, we start to see that it is getting harder and harder for him to keep this up:

Roose Bolton said nothing at all. But Theon Greyjoy saw a look in his pale eyes that he had never seen before—an uneasiness, even a hint of fear. - a Ghost in Winterfell, aDwD

Ned Stark tried his best to act like a decent person and showed a spine acting openly as such, and after a lifetime of integrity his legacy lives on in his children and people are willing to go to war in his memory. Roose is his foil; he acts morally badly, and spinelessly so as he tries to avoid consequences - so likely as an inversion to Ned his house will go to ruin and the consequences of his actions catch up to him as his modus operandi made him liked by few. So i'd personally find it interesting if he has a fair trial and gets judged the way he deserves, with no way for him to weasel himself out of it again.

My dream tWoW direction would be that he then gets sent to the wall (which also was Ned's initial sentence, another foil moment) and becomes the epilogue PoV and faces an Other - it would be a cool way to hand off the torch from the last big human villain of the wot5k storyline to the center antagonistic force of the war for the dawn storyline (it would also complete the set of Red Wedding architects being epilogue PoVs as the first epilogue in aSoS was a Frey, and the second in aDwD a Lannister). It would also really showcase how inhuman and alien the Others are by taking the coldest and "least humane" human character that everyone jokes is a vampire, and showing that in contrast to them he still is one of us by giving us a view inside his brain and his very human reaction to them.

The real enemy is the cold.  - Prologue, aGoT

Reek wondered if Roose Bolton ever cried. If so, do the tears feel cold upon his cheeks? - Reek III, aDwD

He looked deep into the heart of winter, and then he cried out, afraid, and the heat of his tears burned on his cheeks. - Bran III, aGoT

[ask-team-misfit]

Lief: "Oh, shove it."

He sneered towards Sabor in particular.

Lief: "Forgive me for being a bit parched on material when stressed and worried for my life. I assure you, I could come up with way worse."

He seemed half-tempted to prove his point, for a moment. But the sight of Vincent's tears as well as the clear aversion to their banter had him hesitate.

Of course he did. How could he when the larger Pokemon was looking at him and blubbering about being on the run?

[ ID: A grayscale bust drawing of Lief slightly angled away from the viewer towards the left. He appears dismissive, glancing away towards the right with very narrow eyes. He's visibly flushed all over his face, with the blush shown in color. Lief's appearance is as described here. End ID ]

Lief: "O-or I would... if I felt like it."

The Simbobeon looked away from them both, his tail flicking with agitated energy.

Lief: "You know, your friend has a real talent for killing the mood."

Lief: "Psst, up here. You two. Yeah, you. Ugly, and uglier."

Perched high up in a tree, he hissed down at the duo, staring down with what may have been a look of genuine disgust, or apprehension. Curiously, he was clinging to the branch very tightly.

"You mind telling me what the hell is going on? I mean, where do I begin? Oh yeah, why are there three Houndooms sniffing around for you, huh? You tryna get the rest of us in trouble? Well you better move it somewhere else. Far, far. FAR away from here."

"We weren't trying to cause anyone any trouble... Honest." Vincent answered, feeling a wave of guilt inside of him. He didn't wish for anyone else, especially the locals, to be dragged into their problem. The creature's ears would hang low at the thought of anyone potentially being pulled into any harm- Or worse.

Sabor, on the other hand, seemed highly delighted at what he is seeing. Viewing the Simbobeon clinging onto the branch, as if his life depended on it. It was truly a comical sight to behold. "Oh la la, Sabor likes your compliment~."

The Sylveon hips sway from side to side. He cusp a paw onto his cheeks, as he release an obviously fake disappointed pout. "Ahh, but your words is the same as any other. It gets pretty boring and stale when nearly everyone calls me ugly. Can't you just say that I am just some unattractively disgusting filth that needs to burn deep under the depths of some volcano~? Or how a billion Garbadors stench couldn't compare to how I smell~? How about mocking my existence? I am sure there is plenty to insult about that~! Come on, you got to say something better than just calling me 'ugly'. If you are going to coward up there with the other leaves, the least you could do is entertain me, kekeke~."

"Sabor, please...". Vincent didn't want to cause any further upset. In his eyes, they actually are the ones at fault for the Houndooms being in the forest to begin with.

"I-I'm sorry. I really, really sorry...". As much as his wishes to divert his eyes from the hybrid's gaze, he decided to nervously keep put. Even if it is causing him to feel a ping of anxiousness. "The Houndooms are only here because we are escapees. They are searching for us, to take me and Sabor back to the facility. W-We... Didn't do anything bad. We aren't bad! N-Neither of us doesn't want to return back there. It isn't a good place... I... Don't want to go back there..."

"I'm really, really sorry that we're a bother to you locals. It really wasn't any of my intention to bring pain and upset to anyone... The Pokemon here are very kind and truly gave me a sense of belonging... I-I really didn't want to leave, but for everyone's safety we have no choice. I'm sorry, w-we'll leave. May e-everyone here be safe and happy..."

{ Answer for @ask-team-misfit ) Also have a really quick bonus silly :>!

[nymphrasis]

Final Intro Sketch Update!

The next time you see the intro for the blog, it will be a finished version posted on my ask blog <3! Here are all the sketchies and an addition of comparing the rough vs final <3! A lil insider of how my sketchies usually turns out!

As the last post, will tag as spoiler for those who wants to be surprised!

And here is a rough and final <3

[lucent-roase]

i should mention that Hunter is crazy obsessive because he was withdrawn from practically all communication in the castle. Belos tried a different approach, not letting his Grimwalker have any connection to another witch in hopes that he would feel indifferent with them (that definitely works). i’m not sure where that part came from but i’m thinking my friends and i just thought it would be funny to add that to his story, so. yeah. the guy is desperate for attention and love but can’t ask for it in a healthy or normal way.

Willow feels tons of guilt about almost every action she makes but is convinced she can’t grow as a person so she doesn’t try to fix herself. it’s a clear indication that she’s ashamed when she’s nice or assures Hunter that she loves him. luckily that’s enough attention to keep Hunter’s deprived care at bay, and it makes Willow feel better about herself.

in a weird way they’re perfect together and they’re willing to be just enough for each other. it is love that they both feel—whether it’s worthwhile or not is up to interpretation.

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Hi!!! Big fan! I was kinda wondering what mermaid versions of the boys would look like. You know for research.

kinda touched on the mermaid thing before in a different ask, but how about a different spin?

Since it’s for research purposes after all ;)

Annnnd a little bonus because I had way too much fun with this.

Side note: I would not recommend it. Could prove hazardous to your health.

Thanks for the ask!

[abomination-creation]

Hey hey hey 1x look at me, look at me, deep breaths, deep breaths

- @the-friend-that-never-was

[ Oh. Someone WAS here, and they could see them in such a vulnerable state. Thankfully. it was a friend, and not some sort of stranger that found pleasure in watching them suffer. It was still embarrassing though. ]

[ They look up at the other. Their face was a mess! They sniffled, wiping away their tears with their sleeves, trying to stabilize their own breathing. Their sleeves were now a little wet, and so, they felt a little cold. ]

[ Eventually though, they calmed down a little. Of course, their breathing was still a little panicky, but with the comfort of another person, they felt a little better. Their finger was still bleeding a little, but they were too unfocused to notice. ]

{ Thank you… }

[theicarusconstellation]

when i say “sad boy/girl hours” i mean i’m thinking about alia atreides at sixteen fucking years old saying,

“i wish i could burn this thing out of me…but i’m sister to an emperor who is worshipped as a god. people fear me. i never wanted to be feared. i don’t want to be part of history; i just want to be loved. and love.”

[longlivethewildernessyet]

If you make Sleep Token ai "art" I wish you a very "step on a lego piece" today— especially the stuff I've seen recently that's based off of the new EIA artwork. Get out.