#midnight magma things

[justladders]

oh my.

[cuppajj]

Part 2 of the magma doodles I haven’t shared yet!! ft. a few more crumbs, animation meme idea, and a really cool baau-au design of crepe by @walrus-tusk-615bc !!

[justladders]

we were gettin a bit silly, ngl

SLUDGE SATURDAY!!!

(for real this time!!)

I've got magma doodles along with an animation and drawing for the occasion

First we have a drawing that @justladders made that I tried to animate

And now here's the magma doodles

And finally we have some art of nightmare errortrap ^^

:]

[vexnier]

SHIP ARTTTTT

I am a strong believer of buff Cosmo, he's a baker after all...Sprout however...

Also some Midnight Tragedy <3

Until i find a better name I'm just gonna call it SmileCat (like a funny play off smiledog-) I also like to think the twins are constantly fighting over who they go see first

could technically be the tallest toon..

And a lil thing from a Magma -//3//-

(Their ship name is SteamyHugs- thx @fruit-fly-hand-rub for coming up with the name-)

Human Designs list

[djarinsbeskar]

HERE, THERE BE MONSTERS: THE MINOTAUR PART 4

A/N: We're getting closer. Brace yourselves... Artwork by machiavellicro on deviantart!

Pairing: Minotaur!Din Djarin x Nymph!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ NO Minors)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: gross misuse of mythology, gore, horror, suggestive themes. Reminder that this is a MONSTER FUCKING fic, so be warned for future chapters.

NOTICE: If you want to keep updated on when I post fic turn on notifications for @djarinsbeskar-writes ! c:

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Day 10

You thought you had escaped him.

You considered yourself lucky.

But you soon learned there was no such thing in the labyrinth, and the Minotaur lingered with you long after you fled the carnage he caused in the forest.

Twigs and filaments of hedging scratched at your face and neck where you made a break into a barely visible gap onto another path in the maze. Your heart pounding, you couldn’t quell the terrified shriek when the air was disturbed behind you, a massive shadow racing past where you had just escaped from.

Another close call.

It wouldn’t take him long to circle back when he lost the trail. You needed to hurry.

Swimming through the hedgerow, you clawed your way to the other side desperately. It was too dark suddenly, the thicket too dense for you to see farther than your nose where you were coffined within the black foliage. When you hand finally breached the other side, however, it wasn’t open air that met it.

It felt like a living volcano under your fingers.

If the magma and rock and fury could be made man as a growl began deep in his throat, vibrating under your hand and filling you with the most intoxicating dread. It surrounded you in a sea of lava, cutting off your every exit. Made you hot when you realized the rock under your hand was instead solid muscle.

But instead of pulling away – burned – your hand moved on its own, tracing downward… getting hotter the closer you came to the source. The cloth at his groin gave you pause when something swayed beneath it.

Something mean.

Something designed to break you into submission. Or death. Whichever came first.

You finally reacted to the burn, yanking your hand away as common sense rammed into you ruthlessly.

He found you already.

How-

You didn’t have time to finish the question, a massive hand erupting through the hedging to collar your throat, his blood-thirsty bellow drowning out the sound of your neck snapping as you were dragged from a fitful sleep with a gasp.

The underside of a large root met your gaze, your hand flying to your neck to ensure you were still alive. If your pulse racing under your fingers didn’t convince you, your ragged breaths did as you tried to swallow around the fear lodged in your throat, your mouth fuzzy with thirst.

A… a dream?

You groaned, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you willed your heart to slow. Not again…

Not even in your dreams were you free from being hunted. Not even sleep rid you of the all-encompassing punishment the labyrinth insisted on subjecting you to. It truly was hell on earth, with no way out in sight.

You’d be stuck here for an eternity if you weren’t run down and killed first.

What would you even do if you escaped? The question sobered you as you pulled yourself out from the small dimple of space you’d taken shelter in under a root, the entrance to which was hidden by a sheet of draped moss.

It was impossible to tell how long you’d been asleep, stretching your aching arms above your head. The concealed sky hid the suns movements, but since it still shone behind the clouds, you knew it couldn’t have been for very long. The glare pounded behind your eyes, your dream finally catching up with you at the same time you became aware of something equally disturbing.

A decided slickness between your legs and a familiar throb you never normally had trouble finding someone to take care of.

But this wasn’t due to the drunken high of a midnight dance, or the wandering hands of a handsome god while you slept in his bed after a night of passion. It was… because of him.

Curse your nature as a nymph.

It was a well understood fact that nymphs – by their existence – were personifications of the natural world and therefore, were often drawn to the primal. To areas of potent carnal energy and overindulgence that often manifested in the parties Dionysus threw night after night, the whisper of an arrow from Artemis’ bow to fell a boar whose head would decorate the tables of plenty. The sex and orgies and decadence that you now found yourself on the flip side of.

You were connected to nature, to the very essence of the primordial and so… you were attracted to it. In all its’ forms.

But a beast? That was a far cry from an over-indulgence of wine and pleasure.  

Something was wrong with you. It had to be.

The labyrinth was making you mad… it had to be.

Realization propelled you to your feet as if you could escape those unwelcome thoughts and intrusive truths by simply running from them.

But they, like him, clung to your subconscious like nightshade you’d foolishly mistaken for burdock. Now, removing the burs was an obsolete task. The poison had already taken hold. A poison that made your hand tingle and pussy clench with the memory of a monstrous girth your imagination cooked up.

You blamed it on everything you could as you tried to find your bearings. You blamed it on the maze itself. You blamed it on Hera and her proclivity for curses. You blamed it on Zeus and his wandering gaze. You blamed it on the water, believing it to be bewitched even as you dropped to your knees to guzzle great handfuls of the life-giving essence at the first stream you found.

You even blamed it on the Minotaur himself.

In taking so long to catch you and put you out of your misery, you were forced to become accustomed to the fear… leaving room for other, more dangerous emotions to fill the space it once took up entirely.

There wasn’t time to ponder what those emotions might be when a shriek echoed across the labyrinth, raw and terrified before it was cut short with unnatural abruptness. That wasn’t unusual. You had grown accustomed to the way the wind carried screams far more willingly than any other sound to torment the labyrinths inhabitants.

It did, however, remind you of how exposed you were by the water. Especially if he had started hunting so early.

That was unusual.

He was usually far more active at night. As though cloaked in shadows, he could pursue his victims with a deadly invincibility. The shadows themselves an extension of his terror, confusing the instincts of every prisoner as they fled his tireless pace.

But he wasn’t the only villain within the confines of the labyrinth.

It had been a harrowing realization that just because he was the apex predator, didn’t mean there weren’t others willing to do anything, hurt anyone to ensure their own survival. You might have been wrongly convicted and sentenced here, but that wasn’t the same for everyone.

The back of your neck prickled suddenly with awareness, making you whirl where you came face to face with a man and a woman standing a short distance away, their hands raised in the universal sign of surrender. Their dress more worn and features more weathered, it was clear they’d been here much longer than you had.

Eyes widened and mind fresh with the knowledge that humans were capable of as much brutality as the gods, you backed away slowly. How could you not have heard them?

“Easy,” the woman began, her voice smoky and attractive, calling to the sisterly attachment you had been devoid of since coming here, “you are alone in this hellscape, traveller?”

That question was too loaded, and your guard fortified further.

You gulped, eyes flicking mistrustfully to the male standing silently by her side, his hand palming the butt of a crude knife of carved stone while sharp, black eyes scanned their surroundings. The woman noticed, placing herself half in front of him to drag your attention back to her.

“My name is Penelope, and this is one of my companions, Nikos.”

“One of—” you heard yourself speak warily, eyes darting to bushes, shrubs, the maze itself… all capable of hiding others.

“They’re not here.” You gulped when Penelope continued, your eyes finally pulled back to her. “We got separated during the night and have been trying to find them ever since. You are welcome to join us if you’d like.”

You didn’t miss the stifled noise Nikos made as his eyes snapped to Penelope, but she remained focused on you.

Tangled black hair was pulled away from her face in a long mane, various braids throughout the locks reminding you of those worn by Artemis’ hunters whom you often guided throughout the night. She wasn’t one. You were merely trying to find familiarity in her dirt-stained skin and keen, green eyes.

“There are about twelve of us, we look out for one another, work as a team—pool resources, take turns keeping watch, finding food. It works, and I’ve been part of it since it was formed. It’s the best the likes of us are ever going to get in here, traveller.”

Your jaw tensed at her ready acceptance of the way things were and you didn’t miss the way Nikos’ grip tightened on his weapon.

“You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” She continued when you remained silent. You averted your eyes, the woman misinterpreting it for agreement and not the blush you were attempting to hide.

“This place robs us of everything but hope.” A chill entered Penelope’s voice. “That is his to destroy. It’s why so few last beyond escaping him. They realize there is no hope, and simply give up. You can see it in their eyes.”

You didn’t like her insinuation, nor the dullness in her gaze. Is… that what she meant? Did you look like that? Catching your frown, Penelope shook her head.

“But not yours.” Penelope smiled, the first tug of kindness stinging your eyes suddenly. “You still have some hope inside you, we could use that.”

“Pen—” Nikos began on a rumble, turning towards her with a familiar hold to her elbow while he cast a suspicious glance towards you.

“The fact you’re still alive is admirable, traveller. But it won’t stay that way if you remain alone.” Penelope ignored him to keep talking to you. Were you so transparent that she could tell you were being swayed? That the thought of company in this abyss was as tempting as the thought of being swallowed by it?

Your brows fell over your eyes suspiciously, suddenly unsure of their intent. You saw what you got out of this offer, but what did they?

“We don’t have much, but there is strength in numbers. “

You cursed your lack of experience with mortals. Maybe if you lived among them instead of observing them from afar in the safety of the night sky, their actions might make more sense to you. But in reality, outside the occasional dalliance with a warrior or three, you had no notion of why humans did… anything they ended up doing.

They were much too juvenile, their lives too short to be sure of anything before they died.

“We cannot linger, Pen.” Nikos insisted once more, drawing you out of your mind. “It’s clear she doesn’t want—"

Penelope silenced him with a pat to the bicep. Ah. Lovers. You understood that. The man grizzled, but subdued as she took a testing step towards you, smiling when you didn’t retreat.

“When was the last time you ate something other than a few raw nuts? Slept longer than an hour at any one time? Felt protected?”

You didn’t know.

Honestly, it felt like an eternity since you’d experienced any of that. Your stomach growled treacherously, telling her your answer. Still, you wouldn’t be swayed. That only ever got you in trouble, being swayed by others.

“I know enough about life to know nothing is free…” You flinched internally when Nikos shifted, the wind mercifully carrying your voice, as soft as it was. “How do you benefit from having another mouth to feed?”

In your periphery, a sprinkle of stardust shimmered atop the stream you stood within. If they didn’t already know you were a divinity, they very soon would. And the greed of humans could rival that of Zeus himself…

“That—”

A branch snapping made you jump, the sound of your neck breaking in your dream flashing across your memory along with a clamour of instinct.

Danger.

It wailed in your mind, forcing you back several steps, snapping out of the fantasy you’d found yourself in with the sudden dread that you’d been hoodwinked.

But it wasn’t the mortals.

They looked just as taken by surprise as you were, all pleasantness from the exchange falling as survival instincts kicked in and Nikos pulled out his dagger, Penelope palming her own weapon at her hip cautiously.

Another snap and then it was silent. Dreadfully so.

“Into the maze, quickly!” Nikos hissed. “Now!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Without looking back, you sloshed across the river, the tell-tale silence of the water breaking around you heralding his arrival like the crack of a whip spurring you faster. You only realized the others were following by the sound of their laboured breathing.

So… the labyrinth silenced everything but the people within it. What a terrible mechanism for hunting.

But you couldn’t concern yourself with their welfare, yours was at stake and they had each other.

Breaking left on instinct, déjà vu struck you when you caught sight of a gap in the greenery. You would’ve missed it entirely had a similar shortcut not been present in your dream earlier that day. And echoing your dream further, the mortals sprinted past it, losing you while you shimmied through the small space onto another path entirely.

A bellow sounded across the silent maze, an explosion of noise sending birds into the air and those stuck on the ground to flee or hide.

“Shit, shit, shit—” you whispered under your breath when you noticed the flurry of stardust coating the leaves of the hedge where you passed through it. It practically signposted your route to anyone who passed by.

Futilely, you tried to knock it off but only succeeded in spreading it further. Your panic over covering your tracks overshadowed all else until you heard it. A sound that made your stomach drop as you lifted your eyes to the hedging.

A snort.

It froze you in place as the other side of the gap you had passed through was blocked by something dark and massive.

But unlike your dream, it wouldn’t take much to reach through to the other side.

You really were going mad…

Why else were you still here? Why were you not running?

A dangerous game presented itself to you suddenly, one you had no idea you’d been playing all this time when the monster on the other side of the hedgerow stayed where he was instead of charging you like you’d heard him do to countless others.

Would he be as molten hot as he was in your dream, you wondered in awe. Would he be as hard?

Maybe the entire thing hadn’t been a dream at all, but a premonition of your fate. One last gift of Atropos before she cut the string of your long life. But that hardly made a dent in your psyche the way it ought to, the way it once would have.

Indeed, it hardly made a ripple as the thought of huge horns and wide shoulders you’d only seen in shadows mated with the burning recollection of a touch only present in your dreams to create a single, enticing creature before you.

You took a wary step closer, the eldritch shadow on the other side shifting at the sound.

Another snort followed the first. Sharper, your scent caught, and you halted before you could get any closer. A throaty growl rumbled around you, giving you a split second to step back before the hedging shook and a forearm burst from the same gap you passed through with ease.

It was all that could fit, you realized, his forearm alone as thick as your thigh. Dark skin was littered in constellations of scars and hair, and the hand attached to it… was that of a man. Knuckles bruised and bloody, fingers thick and palm broad while a ring of fresh bruises surrounded his wrist and gave you pause when he pulled it back.

A warriors hand.

Apart from its size, you’d seen countless hands like this in your time and been touched by as many. That violent possessiveness and brutal affection was unique to hands who caressed their weapons the way they did a woman’s body. That sought to protect or destroy in the spilling of blood and ecstasy.

Either was possible until the moment it happened. There was a thrill in not knowing until it was too late.

You resented the trickle of wetness you could feel slip down your inner thighs, his growl deepening.

You should have run.

You should have run ages ago. If you had, you wouldn’t have been burdened with what you considered the last nail in the coffin on your sanity. The last vestige of hope Penelope was talking about. For when you heard his voice… attraction bloomed in a way it never had before inside you.

In a way you feared you’d never be able to return from.

“Lost… little… star—” His voice was so low it shook the earth, a primal gravel that removed all notions of humanity were it not for your ability to understand him.

“Run.”

You finally broke from your frozen stupor, dashing blindly any which way. It didn’t matter if you disoriented yourself. If you lost yourself completely. You needed to ensure you couldn’t find your way back there… to him and the filthy promise in unspoken words if he caught you.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you did, unable to care if they – or your stardust – were leaving a scent trail for him to follow when it dawned on you that he wasn’t just hunting randomly anymore.

He was hunting you.

But the worst thing was, as you ran, breath stolen and heart hammering, your tears were joined by a delirious smile of adrenaline filled ecstasy. While separated from the stars, you found your lost connection to the core of nature through fear, brazen danger. Him.

It terrified you enough that when another endless night of evading his singular pursuit came to a close and you staggered on jelly legs to the closest body of water only to run into Nikos once again, you didn’t hesitate to beg for his help.

To take him up on Penelope’s offer though she was nowhere to be seen. You were blind to anything else but the panic-induced need you had to flee what had happened in the labyrinth that night.

You needed to stop these feelings from growing. Stop them, even if it meant cutting yourself off from the very nature you once thought lost to you that now pounded on your psyche with a wild, bestial need.

[desceros]

for Dredge Au, I thought of this like.. moments before i was about to drift off and legit SHOT UPRIGHT IN BED. What if each of the four turtle brothers were connected to each of the four big landmarks in each corner of the map? here's my thoughts, feel free to shuffle around the brothers

-Leo, Stellar Basin.(Feel like it makes sense considering how at night, stellar basin’s full of bioluminescent coral, jellyfish, etc. Leo could fit right in, esp how in canon his eye marks n stuff glow!!!! I can already see the art of a glowy aberration leo flitting amidst the coral/LH)

-Donnie, Gale Cliffs.( I Don’t have TOO much of a reason, other than that one person who did a fanart of Lavi had her holding a Decaying blackmouth, which is an aberration of a fish found near there. Plus, it just fits, for some reason.)

-Mikey, Twisted Strand. (I feel like maybe he’d be connected to the glowing mushrooms that decorate that area? Since he’s got his li’l spots. Deffo either was friends with the mind lurkers or was like ‘GET OUT OF MY TERRITORY!!!!’ the entire time. No in-between.)

-Raph, Devil’s Spine (Not really that many reasons, but maybe his scales could resemble magma, or He lives off the heat there. Plus all the jagged cliffs/rocks kind of match his spiky design, maybe if someone did fanart they could lean into it.)

Anyways, That's my anonymous word vomit, feel free to toss this ask, I just wanted to share some of my weird midnight lightbulb moments about your AU (I'm devouring it like a man(/gn) deprived btw)

hi hi hi!!! i LOVE that this is haunting you the way it's haunting us 💜 sidebar, "that one person" is gbao3 and is as responsible for the au as i am! all things are better when gb gets involved Confirmed [chin hands]

that's a really cute idea!! the fics haven't really dipped into proper lore yet, but gb and i did come down on the turtles being originally from the stellar basin. for those who haven't played the game, it's a pretty archipelago that has fish that glow at night and is famous for being where you can see an aurora. sooo pretty!! and dangerous. giant kraken in the middle of the ocean dangerous. also it's where a lot of the super deep-water fish are, and we liked leaning into the spookier designs there for the turtles!

BUT!! i do like the idea that they each enjoy different parts of the map! except for donnie, who largely chases fisherman-chan around the map, i suspect leo would have a particular liking for the devil's spine. it's nice and warm, and the buildings are fun to lounge on, and best of all, there aren't any people. well. except that one merchant that comes around from time to time. hm. he should probably do something about that before she gets any ideas about setting up shop permanently.

meanwhile, i think raph would enjoy hanging out around the basin since he really hates being alone and splinter lives in the ruined resort.

as for mikey, i see him spending a lot of time with raph to keep him company... but he also loves going off to hang around People. while donnie is obsessed with One Person (fisherman-chan) and leo distrusts all humans... well. except maybe this one (merchant-chan), mikey is like Wow!! People!! Sparkle Emoji. i could definitely see him getting fished up in nets All The Time, then swimming back home to tell raph about it and getting all huffy when raph gives him a lecture about safety. so i'd probably tie mikey more to the marrows and gale basin, since he likes to go see People.

[blubushie]

i was talking to sniper tf2 and he tossed me some bands and. they're so fucking good omg. Magma, Kraftwerk, Mike Oldfield, Can. Magma is my favourite now

AI gone too far man💔

Hey uh you know being anti-AI includes being anti-character.ai because it scrapes writer's fics without permission right

I find that a lot of people don't know that if I found out someone made an ai of my writing I would do things to them that would be only be referred to by the date they happened. So

But yeah uhh Midnight Oil. Give 'em a listen. Especially Beds Are Burning

[solhrafn]

I carry fragments of myself scattered across different places and ages. I have memories from toddlerhood, moments that by all accounts should’ve torn something in me — but they didn’t.

Instead, they left me standing still inside, as if watching a storm unfold from the center of a sealed room. The only moments that truly broke through were episodes of dread and panic, mostly around death. The clearest one: a panic attack at four years old, likely after my twenty-year-old brother died. Realizing death wasn’t a story but a rupture.

I’ve felt wordless dread again, in various shades, but nothing else slices quite the same way; love, sadness, depression—they are hard, but they are real. They belong. Panic and dread do not. They feel like errors in the code.

I have become something. I remind myself of that when I get stuck, that my younger selves would envy where I stand now. But there’s no pride in it. Not because ambition kills it, but because awareness keeps pushing forward. Life doesn’t allow long pauses for inventory. Still, I’ve learned to see this as cyclical. Becoming and undoing. Building and deconstructing. I feel I've entered a deconstructive phase now, unsure of what will follow. But I know from experience that something will.

I struggle with the idea of being "awake." Too much of it and you're not illuminated — you’re paralysed. Hyper-consciousness doesn’t always feel like a gift. It can feel like sleep paralysis with your eyes open. That said, there are moments: on the road, in another country, seeing a landscape unfold, contemplating moments. The act of documenting too, when done right, becomes a form of meditation. In those brief windows, I am attuned. Awake in a way that connects instead of traps.

There’s no clean system to my discipline. I work when pressure crushes me into action. That’s when something activates. A professional obligation, a family task, a self-imposed deadline—the kind of thing that flips the switch from endless delay to brutal, laser-edged focus. It’s not sustainable. It’s not healthy. But it works. Sort of.

Then there’s the kind of pressure that isn’t external at all. It’s quieter, more constant: the ticking of my children’s growth, the knowledge that every day they change and never return to what they were. That’s not metaphor. That’s physics. That’s memory’s erosion in real time. I document not because it’s beautiful, but because it’s vanishing. I photograph to hold on—not to stop time, but to register that it happened.

Lately, they’ve started noticing time passing too. Asking questions. Counting years. Feeling out the shape of age and death. It’s not theoretical to them — not anymore. That hits harder than anything else. I’m no longer buffering reality for them; they’re stepping into it. I see my own early dread mirrored in their questions, their fears, their need to be close. There’s a part of me that breaks quietly, knowing they’ve crossed that line — the one you don’t come back from. The line where time stops being background and starts becoming a weight.

I've begun to think this quiet, private photo journaling might be my most important work — where my poetry unfolds in its most unfiltered, human form. This documentation of my own life is about preserving the shape of what matters, before time makes it unrecognizable. It’s about leaving something for them, and for myself — but also for those that come after — to remember that we were here, and that it meant something.

What drives me? Compulsion, mostly. An unsourced pressure that builds until it must be released. I can’t always identify where it comes from; obsession, fear, perfectionism, inherited anxiety, who knows—but it bubbles under the skin, hot, searing, and unstoppable—like magma. In theory, I’d like to just play, relax, have a good time. In practice, I’m soldered to this drive to produce, to arrange the archive, to not stop. The wire is burning down, and I keep feeding it. I'm hooked on the midnight oil fumes.

Most people — they don’t seem awake at all. I don’t mean that in a romantic or elitist way. It’s just observation. They move through existence with barely any comprehension. No passion, no awareness. Not even the faintest of sparks in their eye. I pity them. Despite the hardships of being what I am and the oft-recurring desire for other outcomes, I never envied them. That kind of life, to me, has always looked like hell.

There’s a dissonance between how I perceive the world and how it seems to move around me. Most people feel absent — like they’re ghosting through life on autopilot, dulled by convenience, distractions, or plain mental fog. When I try to share my intensity—the music, the images, the words—it mostly falls flat. Like it doesn’t register. That hurts more than loneliness: the sensation of being surrounded by people who seem unwilling—or unable—to see.

So I retreat. Not by choice. I just don’t know where else to go.

Still, I keep trying. I shape works that carry emotional charge, hoping something in them can bypass the static and get through to someone, anyone. Hypothetical kindred souls. I haven’t seen it land, not fully, so I multiply the formats, the rhythms, the mediums, trying to increase the odds that somewhere, somehow, someone will feel what I felt, as I felt it.

I don’t create to be remembered. I create because I can't stand the idea of thoughts dying inside me. What I make is just a byproduct of resisting erasure — personal, cultural, cosmic. I’ve felt what it means to look into the abyss too young, and I carry that dread like bone-deep trauma. Most days, I live on the border between reflection and compulsion, my archive a barricade against time. I just want to not vanish. I want to resist disappearance a little longer. Woody Allen said he didn’t want to achieve immortality through his work — he wanted to achieve immortality through not dying. I understand that. But if work is all I’ve got, then I’ll take it. It’s not legacy I want—it’s continuity. A trace. Something that says: a mind was here, and it burned.

Hyper-awareness is a heavy burden, but it's also the source of intent, intuition, insight. It sharpens perception, deepens self-analysis. A double-edged sword, but one I wouldn’t surrender. It's not comfort I want, it’s lucidity to its fullest extent—to see clearly, even when what’s revealed is unbearable. I want to register the full weight of existence, to parse the mechanisms beneath emotion, memory, and meaning. Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts. Because the alternative is a life dulled by illusion or distraction, and I can't stomach that kind of drift.

But lucidity doesn't come without cost. It isolates. It keeps you awake at hours when the rest of the world sleeps, dissecting moments long past or imagining futures you'll never live. And sometimes it turns inward too far, feeding loops that don’t end.

If I could turn it off, maybe I would. Sometimes I numb it through distraction—fantasy, daydreaming, fiction. I did more of that when I was younger, but now, with time accelerating, I sense the cost of drifting. The current’s too fast. I can’t afford to lose footing.

Very few people get fragments of what I try to convey. I mostly live in solitude of the mind, the heart, the soul. Not for lack of presence, but lack of kinship. I often feel invisible standing in plain sight, adrift in a sea of people dulled by habit and comfort. Maybe what I do — the documenting, the writing, the archiving — maybe it’s all just a message in a bottle for someone else like me. Somewhere, some time. It’s hard to bear the clarity of being misunderstood. If I were dull, I wouldn’t notice. But I’m not.

The backdrop of all of this is inevitable decay. Time will grind things down. Tombstones turn to dust, the writing fades, monuments crumble. The earth reshapes, swallows, erases. The more time given, the more dramatic and the more final the changes.

I think about that when I dare to peek a little too long through the veil.

Coming back to a closer future—but still one I won't be part of as a living being— I hope that some future someone finds it all and puts the pieces together. That the images and words convey the weight behind them without needing explanation.

That the intensity is legible. That the message finally lands.

[alinalioness]

Backstory of Balan Wonderworld: Chapter 19 - Save Sentinel of the City.

After a break, Streetbeat, Fighter and 5 tims arrived at the eleventh chapter. The world was like an underground city where lava appeared on the magma. They noticed a crystal with a mouse costume with a key and opened it immediately by putting it on it.

Streetbeat: A useful costume if we don't have a key.

Fighter: And this is the second one.

They noticed a Bulldozer costume in another place and approached him immediately putting it on. They have noticed a black and yellow cube and are moving towards the passage to another place.

Streetbeat: Great, now go ahead.

Along the way, they came across a terrible obstacle - fire.

Fighter: It's good that we're in costume, because if we touch them, they'll disappear. But we need to stick together.

They nodded to each other and crossed over with bravery. After going through the places where the same puzzles were, they coped with no problems and they got to the place where the tree was, where they needed to get with the help of cubes. But before that, they noticed Water Blaster costume.

Streetbeat: It's a great costume so they're not afraid of fire. (They were prevented by Negati who are attacking) Run, we'll stop them!

She runs to the suit while he and tims are fighting negati. However, one of the enemies followed the girl and pushed her where the lava was. But fortunately, someone extinguished one part of the lava so that it would not fall there and then on to negati. Later, she noticed on top of Water Blaster itself, which made the way for her to his costume.

Water Blaster: Run over there while I help your friends.

In response, the girl ran to the costume while he helped the boy and the birds deal with negati.

Streetbeat: You're clever. Thanks for helping.

Water Blaster: No problem. Your friend has already obtained my costume.

They saw Fighter in Water Blaster costumes who was carrying that suit to the boy.

Fighter: Here. (Streetbeat took the costume and she says to Water Blaster) Thank you for saving me.

Water Blaster: You're welcome. You did a good job searching for the tree yourself.

Streetbeat: No problem.

They approached the tree and tims destroyed it. The heart immediately flew to the children.

Water Blaster: Now let's go to the second tree (They go the other way with friends).

Fighter: What was the background of a firefighter?

Water Blaster: Sentinel? Well... silly.

Streetbeat: What?

Water Blaster: He was just... afraid of fire.

Fighter: But firefighters can't be afraid of fire. He probably just wanted to be a hero.

Water Blaster: Yes. Being a hero is not so easy.

Streetbeat: But he has to overcome his fear if he wants to be a hero and protect someone.

Water Blaster: I supported him myself, and when he saw me, he warned me against me. The last thing he could get along well with was the moment when I chased after him and he became a Negabosse.

Fighter: It's almost like Watcher of the Woods.

Streetbeat: They seem to have a lot in common.

Water Blaster: To be honest, I thought it might (Whisper) make them fall in love with each other.

Fighter: Seagazer and Skygazer have the same thing because of their love of exploring the unknown.

Streetbeat: Or Checkered King and Madame of the Mansion because they are, as it were, the main ones in the house and their success in their hobbies.

Fighter: And the rest of the inhabitants are just friends like family. Scarecrow and Bugsy as uncle and niece, Clocktower Kid and Pensioner Pierrot as siblings, and Lady of Midnight Sun and Invisible Custodian as granddaughter and grandfather. But Invisible Custodian has not been saved yet, but it is the last one.

Water Blaster: Hehe, yeah.

Bulldozer: Caution!

The three with tims immediately noticed the lava beneath them. Costumes were waiting for them right next to them .

Streetbeat: Sorry, we got carried away talking. (He noticed something) Wow!

They looked at the glory hill, which leads to a waterfall of lava where there was a gate at the top. Later, they saw a cage with a tree in front of them.

Fighter: Tree.

Streetbeat: It's a pity that we don't have Telepotter with us.

Ladderman: And you don't have to teleport, you can just walk.

Fighter: It's a good option.

Water Blaster: But before you leave, you have to swap out Key Mouse for Ladderman costume.

Key Mouse: Since you won't need this costume anymore.

The children nodded at this and exchanged the Mouse costume for ladder.

Ladderman: Please note that you only need to use it when you are on a red platform with a staircase pattern.

Streetbeat and Fighter:(Nod) Good.

Costumes: Good luck.

The children went upstairs with the birds and met Negati on the way. But they overcame and the gate near the falling lava opened and headed there. After going through the paths using costumes, they reached the gate on the lava waterfall, while the costumes below came up. Suddenly, Endlessli appeared with fire and started attacking with fireballs. The kids immediately started fighting with him with a hydrant suit and shot him with water when he wasn't on fire.

Water Blaster: Maybe we should have given them your costume in case.

Flame Blaster: Judging by the attenuation of negativity, they are succeeding.

Iron Apollon: Oh no, we forgot to warn them about the water.

Bulldozer: Don't blame yourself so much, because everyone is a little distracted. But we definitely need to warn them.

After the third blow, negati weakened and disappeared.

Streetbeat and Fighter: Victory!

Water Blaster: Guys, get down from there with the help of ladders!

Ladderman: The water will start flowing soon!

Streetbeat and Fighter: Good!

But they didn't have time when the gates immediately opened and the water quickly began to flow in. Fortunately, they are alive and Streetbeat, Fighter and tims managed to grab onto a tree where there is no longer a cage. Costumes were ventilated with a grid.

Streetbeat: It was fun in the water. It's not hot for that.

Flame Blaster: If anything, don't empathize with me when I'm in the water, in case you didn't know.

However, the negatives twisted the screws off the bars and removed the costumes, which floated away from the new friends.

Streetbeat and Fighter: Costumes!

Water Blaster: Save Sentinel! We'll save ourselves!

However, the children couldn't leave them, but someone had to save the firefighter, and they chose the second option. The tims destroyed the tree and a ball appeared, which the children put their hearts in, and the children fell through.

Meanwhile, with costumes.

The suits were still rapidly floating to another location.

Iron Apollon: We need to grab onto something right now!

Air Apollon: And why did we tell them that we could handle it ourselves!?

Water Blaster: Don't panic, we'll figure something out!

Key Mouse: We're sailing right through the tube!

They swam there with a scream And found themselves in a large space where there was lava and a city. Fortunately, they almost fell over, grabbed each other, and got up. They immediately examined this creepy place.

Ladderman: Where are we?

Bulldozer: I think we've come to a new place.

Water Blaster:(He noticed something) Guys, isn't that-

Meanwhile, with Streetbeat and Fighter.

They ended up in the Sentinel's past, where he had just been hired as a firefighter. One day, when the house was on fire, and the boy was screaming for help at the top, the firefighter himself entered there and was scared by the fire. Despite this, I realized that cowardly people cannot become heroes, that I disgraced myself and everything went dark with fire.

Sentinel of the City: What kind of firefighter's afraid of fires?..

After the words, they found themselves on the same concrete platform, similar to a road intersection where there was a hydrant in the center. Three dragon heads came out of the hydrant and it was Negabosse Hydrac. Costumes noticed their friends in the distance.

Key Mouse: Look, ours!

Water Blaster: Come on guys, save him! It's a pity that the rest of our friends weren't in the boss' arena.

Ladderman: But they will be surprised when we tell them about it.

The battle began when Hydrac poured lava almost to the end. But Streetbeat and Fighter were not afraid and in Water Blaster's costume they shoot there. From this, the monster weakened and lowered its head, so that the children hit the average one in response. This made him angry and cubes are spinning around him, where two of them are yellow. A girl in a Bulldozer's costume began to move one of them, which the dragon noticed And decided to prevent it. But fortunately, Streetbeat in a Bulldozer's costume decided to help her and the cube fell on the dragon from force.

Bulldozer: Great Job!

Air Apollon and Iron Apollon: Keep up the good work!

The last phase was when the monster threw fire stones everywhere and only one turned into a stone. The children saw this and threw him at the monster, and he weakened from this, which Costumes were very happy about.

Costumes: Victory! (They heard a creak from the pipe and looking from behind, they noticed water) Water!

Streetbeat and Fighter:(They noticed them) Guys? (The water pushed costumes down) No! (While the monster was shining, the platform descended, which fortunately the costumes landed there and they joyfully came up to them, helping them to get up) You're alive.

Water Blaster: We're happy too. (Streetbeat and Fighter hugged him and costumed him until he noticed someone) Sentinel.

The others also noticed that now, instead of Hydrac, there was Sentinel himself, who immediately noticed them.

Song "Hurray"

[Streetbeat, Fighter and Costumes]

Hurray

It's time to step into a new world

[With Sentinel of the City]

Hurray!

Now it's time, to start new chapter

No need to be afraid

'Cause this life is a journey

Hurray!

It's time to step into a new world

Let's go!

We are here for you

We are here for love

Hurray!

Sentinel: I am very grateful that you saved me.

Streetbeat: We also. But you know, if you're not afraid of fire, you have a chance to overcome fear.

Sentinel: Somehow... It's hard to admit that I wanted to become a hero, but I'm afraid of fire when there are a lot of them in a burning place. Cowardly people cannot become heroes.

Fighter: Yes, but these are only those who wish evil. And you did it to protect everyone, you just need to think not only about yourself, but also about the rest if you want to become a hero. I was afraid of fire too, but I had to do it for you.

Streetbeat: I was afraid too, but I had to do it for you too.

Streetbeat and Fighter: So you can do it too.

Water Blaster: Just pretend that you don't see the fear. We believe you. Me and costumes could be scared too, and we couldn't save you.

The firefighter was surprised that even if there is any fear, it still needs to be overcome in order to protect everything. In response, he nodded with a smile.

Sentinel: Okay, I'll do it. (To Water Blaster) I'm sorry for leaving you.

Water Blaster: I forgive you. (He and Sentinel noticed a portal to reality) It's time for you to go.

They both punched each other and the firefighter entered the real world and the portal disappeared.

Streetbeat: As for how the inhabitants treat you, they're like siblings.

Water Blaster: Yeah?.. And I didn't have a brother in my life, but the Sentinel himself, which we've been communicating with right now, has become like that for me.

Meanwhile, with Sentinel.

He stood near the burning house, still in fear. But remembering the words of his friends and that the child was in trouble, he picked himself up and went to rescue. Fortunately, both he and the boy were alive, and the house had already been extinguished.

Boy: Thank you for saving me. You're a real hero, even if it didn't work out the first time.

Sentinel:(Ruffles the boy's hair) Just being a hero is not that easy. To do this, you need to have a heart that loves everyone and is ready to save someone.

News of such an event spread around the world.

In Isle of Tims.

At this time, Seagazer and Skygazer were talking to each other while Clocktower Kid and Pierrot were spying on them, as they thought they were a couple. They were at the back of the tower while Scarecrow and Bugsy were spying on the King and Madam. Suddenly, as they stepped back, they bumped into each other.

Clocktower Kid: Do you guys spy on Seagazer and Skygazer too and think they're a couple?

Scarecrow: Yes, but we noticed it earlier.

Bugsy: We noticed that the Checkered King and the Madam of the Mansion are kind of in love with each other too, but they don't notice.

Pensive Pierrot: It's a pity that when we get home, they won't meet.

Lady of Midnight Sun: What are you doing here?

They were confused when they saw her and Watcher of the Woods.

Scarecrow: We are discussing what will happen next when we return to the real world.

Lady of Midnight Sun: I didn't want to say goodbye to you myself, because you reminded me of a huge family, including Balan, tims and Costumes.

Watcher of the Woods: I approve. I've never had a sister or brothers in my life.

Later, they, including two couples, heard laughter and noticed Streetbeat, Fighter, Sentinel, tims and costumes who had left their stage.

Sentinel: So how did you get that ride?

Water Blaster: It was fun, but it was dangerous, but fortunately we escaped.

Balan:(They noticed him) Was there anything interesting there, guys?

Streetbeat: Yes, especially me, Fighter, tims, and costumes took a dip in the water.

10 Inhabitants: Really?

Fighter: Oh, hi guys.

10 inhabitants: Hello. Welcome back.

Later, Watcher and Sentinel noticed each other with surprise.

Watcher: Sentinel?

Sentinel: Watcher?

A dark-skinned woman came up to him and hugged him, which made the others imperceptibly surprised.

Balan:(Whisper) Yeah...

Scarecrow: Another couple.

Pensive Pierrot: It's amazing that six of us are dating, and the others are like a family. Since you and Bugsy are like uncle and niece, Clocktower Kid and I are like siblings, and Lady Custodian are like granddaughters and grandfathers.

Scarecrow: But that's nothing. I don't have any nephews with siblings in my life.

Bugsy: I've never had an uncle or aunt in my life.

Clocktower Kid: I don't have any brothers except for one sister.

Pensive Pierrot: Me too.

Lady of Midnight Sun: My grandfather died before I was born. But none of us are jealous.

Clocktower Kid: That's for sure.

Seagazer, Skygazer, Checkered King and Madame of Masion looked at it with interest while Watcher and Sentinel talked.

Balan: Well, after the break, you have to save one inhabitant.

Fighter: And we know who it is, it's the Invisible Custodian.

Streetbeat: We found out when the Lady and Frost Fairy told us about him.

Balan:(Nod) That's great.

To be continued...

[knotqueer]

albums i've listened to entirely or almost entirely:

slipknot [1999] - slipknot %% all

magma [2016] - gojira %% all

fortitude [2021] - gojira %% almost all

no more tears (expanded edition) [1991] - ozzy osbourne %% all

l'enfant sauvage [2012] - gojira %% all

hybrid theory [2000] - linkin park %% almost all except 1 song

issues [1999] - korn %% about all

meteora [2003] - linkin park %% all

all hope is gone [2008] - slipknot %% all

come what(ever) may [2006] - stone sour %% all

graveyard shift [2017] - motionless in white %% all except 2 (they didn't load)

the sickness [2000] - disturbed %% all

see you on the other side [2005] - korn %% about all

heroes [2014] - sabaton %% all

the last stand [2016] - sabaton %% all

mutter [2001] - rammstein %% all

the triumph of piracy [2018] - rumahoy %% all

time ii: party [2019] - rumahoy %% all

the last full measure [2016] - civil war %% all

cocktales [1998] - cbt %% all (it's an ep but stfu)

the poison [2005] - bullet for my valentine %% all

rosenrot [2005] - rammstein %% all

zeit [2022] - rammstein %% about all

sehnsucht [1997] - rammstein %% all

korn [1994] - korn %% all

black death wish [2020] - black death wish %% all

iowa [2001] - slipknot %% all

vol. 3 the subliminal verses [2004] - slipknot %% all

.5: the gray chapter [2014] - slipknot %% all

we are not your kind [2019] - slipknot %% all

the end, so far [2022] - slipknot %% all

the drug in me is you [2011] - falling in reverse %% all

around the fur [1997] - deftones %% all

minutes to midnight [2007] - linkin park %% all

hypnotize [2005] - system of a down %% all

mudvayne [2009] - mudvayne %% all

by the people, for the people [2007] - mudvayne %% all (it's a compilation album but stfu)

follow the leader [1998] - korn %% all

...and justice for all [1988] - metallica %% all

mezmerize [2005] - system of a down %% all

untouchables [2002] - korn %% all

one-x [2006] - three days grace %% all

white pony [2000] - deftones %% all

collide with the sky [2012] - pierce the veil %% all

vended [2024] - vended %% all

untitled [2007] - korn %% all

requiem [2022] - korn %% all

the killer angels [2013] - civil war %% all

toxicity [2001] - system of a down %% all

repentless [2015] - slayer %% all

the black parade [2006] - my chemical romance %% all

invaders [2022] - civil war %% all

l.d. 50 [2000] - mudvayne %% all

stories from the western front [2023] - sabaton %% all

heroes of the great war [2023] - sabaton %% all

sadochismo [2002] - cbt %% all

postpartum exstasy [2023] - torsofuck %% about all

the more things change... [1997] - machine head %% all

enlighten the darkness [2000] - angel dust

border of reality [1998] - angel dust %% all

tomb of the mutilated [1992] - cannibal corpse %% half of it didn't wanna load :/

pinkerton [1996] - weezer %% all

dormant heart [2015] - sylosis %% all

diamond eyes [2010] - deftones %% all

monolith [2012] - sylosis %% all

metamorphosis [2009] - papa roach %% all

of human bondage [2002] - angel dust %% all

the sacrament of sin [2018] - powerwolf %% all

1000 gecs [2019] - 100 gecs %% all

carolus rex (swedish) [2012] - sabaton %% all

weapons of the modern age [2022] - sabaton %% all

awake [2009] - skillet %% all

coat of arms [2010] - sabaton

in the process:

highway to hell [1979] - ac/dc

tickets to my downfall [2020] - mgk

egoleech [2004] - cbt

waking the fallen [2003] - avenged sevenfold

hellbilly deluxe [1998] - rob zombie

planning:

carolus rex (english) [2012] - sabaton

the great war [2019] - sabaton

the war to end all wars [2022] - sabaton

wake up the wicked [2024] - powerwolf

volume 2 [2023] - black death wish

violence unimagined [2021] - cannibal corpse

torture [2012] - cannibal corpse

eviseration plague [2009] - cannibal corpse

butchered at birth [1991] - cannibal corpse

de mysteriis dom sathanas [1994] - mayhem

saturday night wrist [2006] - deftones

koi no yokan [2012] - deftones

gore [2016] - deftones

ohms [2020] - deftones

deftones [2003] - deftones

adrenaline [1995] - deftones

yes, virginia [2006] - the dresden dolls

among the living [1986] - anthrax

for all kings [2016] - anthrax

fistful of metal [1984] - anthrax

spreading the disease [1985] - anthrax

state of euphoria [1988] - anthrax

persistence of time [1990] - anthrax

worship music [2011] - athrax

rust in peace [1990] - megadeth

killing is my business... and business is good! [1985] - megadeth

so far, so good... so what! [1988] - megadeth

the system has failed [2004] - megadeth

the sick, the dying... and the dead! [2022] - megadeth

master of puppets [1986] - metallica

ride the lightning [1984] - metallica

metallica [1991] - metallica

reign in blood [1986] - slayer

south of heaven [1988] - slayer

show no mercy [1983] - slayer

hell awaits [1985] - slayer

god hates us all [2001] - slayer

into the dark past [1986] - angel dust

to dust you will decay [1988] - angel dust

bleed [1999] - angel dust

burn my eyes [1994] - machine head

the burning red [1999] - machine head

supercharger [2001] - machine head

through the ashes of empires [2003] - machine head

the blackening [2007] - machine head

unto the locust [2011] - machine head

bloodstone & diamonds [2014] - machine head

catharsis [2018] - machine head

of kingdom and crown [2022] - machine head

unatoned [2025] - machine head (to be released)

scream aim fire [2008] - bullet for my valentine

fever [2010] - bullet for my valentine

temper temper [2013] - bullet for my valentine

gravity [2018] - bullet for my valentine

bullet for my valentine [2021] - bullet for my valentine

lost and found [2005] - mudvayne

the end of all things to come [2002] - mudvayne

cowboys from hell [1990] - pantera

vulgar display of power [1992] - pantera

far beyond driven [1994] - pantera

the great southern trendkill [1996] - pantera

reinventing the steel [2000] - pantera

conclusion of an age [2008] - sylosis

edge of the earth [2011] - sylosis

cycle of suffering [2020] - sylosis

a sign of things to come [2023] - sylosis

system of a down [1998] - system of a down

steal this album! [2002] - system of a down

selfish machines [2010] - pierce the veil

three cheers for sweet revenge [2004] - my chemical romance

i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love [2002] - my chemical romance

may death never stop you [2014] - my chemical romance

this type of thinking (could do us in) [2004] - chevelle

wonder what's next (expanded edition) [2002] - chevelle

mer de noms [2000] - a perfect circle

high voltage [1976] - ac/dc

dirty deeds done dirt cheap [1976] - ac/dc

let there be rock [1977] - ac/dc

back in black [1980] - ac/dc

for those about to rock (we salute you) - ac/dc

the razors edge [1990] - ac/dc

stiff upper lip [2000] - ac/dc

black ice [2008] - ac/dc

rock or bust [2014] - ac/dc

will update whenever

[justladders]

y’know I just get the feeling y’all would like Thrax

[grande-lando]

things are rough on part of the reykjanes peninsula right now.

under the town of grindavík a magma tunnel has formed. a fissure could open anywhere in that tunnel. the town has been evacuated, which means that my sister has had to leave everything behind to go to reykjavík. she's lucky as she has an apartment there that her daughter lives in but many people aren't that lucky, especially immigrant and refugees that have settled in the area.

thankfully people have opened their homes, their summer houses, everything that they can so that these people have a safe place to sleep.

we have no idea for how long this will go on, there hasn't even been an eruption yet - all we know is that things might go to shit.

earthquakes have destroyed streets and people's belongings. there were 800 earthquakes from midnight to 12 pm today.

the magma tunnel might shift at any moment, it might go towards the ocean and that might be a slightly better option but it would also mean a phreatomagmatic eruption which would produce a lot of ash and it would be the matter of the wind in which direction that would go. could reach us in the north, could go over the atlantic. who knows.

[lorianbladeoflothric]

BONK!

Hiyo! I bring a silly ask! What kind of pokemon do you think the ER cast would like to have around?

(Choose however as many or as little characters as you like <3)

Oh dude, be prepared for a long answer bc I was obsessed with pokemon for the first half of the pandemic so I make teams for characters a lot and I try to put a lot of thought into them, but sometimes it really is just rule of cool.

Starting with Ranni because I don't get her, so her team is basically just themed after her.

Shiny Midnight Lycanroc - She's had this one since she was a child Lunala - in a pokemon au she would have met it instead of the dark moon or maybe it was passed down from Rennala Frosslass - is ghost. is ice. is woman. what more do you want? Mega Banette - Mega bc it looks cooler than normal Banette, but in general it's the possessed doll pokemon so it makes sense to give it to her Mismagius - For the crone that taught her magic Alolan Ninetales - A doglike ice type to round everything out

For Rennala, I did what you would more likely find around her now than the team she may have used in the past.

Clefable - Among her sweetings, there are also members of the entire clefable line scattered around the library, gathering around her as they would the full moon. Shiny Gardevoir - Shiny bc blue to signify that Ranni has left this one to guard her in her slumber. Cresselia - Moon theme and pleasant dreams, it's a crescent moon so idk if this would be her Moon pokemon the way Lunala is Ranni's but it feels right Midday Lycanroc - the red wolf of radagon Hatterene - This one could go one of two ways. It's a witchy looking thing and it attacks anyone who shows too much emotion. This could either be a pokemon the Raya Lucaria scholars left to watch her and make sure she doesn't try anything, or it could be like Gardevoir and one of her children (Rykard in this case) put it there to guard her.

Like Rennala, Radahn's "team" is just the pokemon encountered while fighting him. Which is to say Leonard the mudsdale and various minior that crash down during and after the battle.

Rykard's turn! I know there's not a single snake on this team but hear me out

Magmortar and Delphox - He developed magma sorceries Groudon - This is Eiglay. I know it's not a snake but like. look. Big catastrophe causing thing sealed beneath a volcano. It's Eiglay. Yamask - explicitly the soul of a dead human. Not sure if this is on his team so much as scattered around volcano manor, but it felt important to mention. Magearna - Virgin abductors Mawile - This one is probably Tanith's but I'm not doing a team for her. It's the decoy pokemon, it fits both of them. Tanith is like the main body, Rykard is like the mouth.

Leaving the carians, we have the easiest team so far: Godfrey. Perrserker, Machamp, Incineroar - Self explanatory really, they fight like him. Sirfetch'd - His knights, the decorum he has as Elden Lord, and the Storm King he defeated was a bird. Solgaleo - Serosh, godfrey is sun-aligned. Azumarill - HEAR ME OUT. Huge power + high hp makes it a powerful foe, water to fight against all the different fires that oppose the erdtree, fairy to conquer the dragons, its shiny is gold, and the most important point of all: Gap Moe

I want to make a team for Godwyn, but it's very hard since he doesn't really...have much to him? Haxorus and Kommo-o - Golden + Dragon Roaring Moon - Literally an ancient dragon Cursola - Analagous to deathblight Fortissax isn't in his party, but he would probably be Giratina?

Godrick's team is a joke kinda, but Machamp - 4 arms plus one of Godfrey's iconic pokemon Shiny Magikarp - for the Lord of All That Is Golden Corviknight - For the storm king Dracovish - Grafting! Dragon! It was so hard not to make his entire team galarian fossils bc they're all grafted freaks

For Malenia, I think she would have a different team before her rot got too bad. These three go along with her graceful fighting style pretty well, and since she is a walking toxic status effect...

Bisharp is the only one who survives and evolves into Kingambit. Ceruledge - dual wielding swords, edgy and cool, since it's a ghost she can't kill it by just being near it. She trained it up alongside her cleanrot knights. Quaquaval - a gift from the blind swordsman The last three are some of many nuisances that follow her around at the haligtree. Things that like poison and rot are just attracted to her.

Miquella's team is probably exactly what you'd expect. Silcoon - It doesn't seem to want to hatch... Togetic - "These Pokémon are never seen anywhere near conflict or turmoil. In recent times, they’ve hardly been seen at all." They're also known to bless people, very fitting for what we know about Miq Shaymin - It purifies toxins and grows flowers Comfey - more flowers, more healing, I bet there's a bunch of these around the Halligtree. Musharna - dreamworld pokemon <3 Gardevoir - Counterpart to Malenia's old Gallade. It's his strongest pokemon and only fights to protect him

Marika has no pokemon, she may have at some point, but right now the only pokemon she's around is Ultra Necrozma (The Elden Beast, bc it's golden, evil, a legendary, and from space)

Aaaaaand the last character I'm going to do is Radagon, but if anyone's read this far and wants me to do a specific character outside the god family tree, I'd be hella down.

Zoroark - You Know Why He Has This (it can disguise as humans) Zacian - Radagon seems to be tied to wolves/dogs, plus it has his greatsword Aegislash - this one just feels right Trevenant - for the erdtree Minior - for his elden stars incantation

So yeah that was way too many words and I'm sure as soon as I post this I'll think of better ones but yeah! Ty for the ask bud!!

[sparkiekong]

Ozen - Mainland Daze / Red Blooded Nights 9/14

Smiles, a bit coyly, “Now you're talking.” Kira popped the cig in her mouth and disappeared to the bottles, she wasn't as quick and efficient as DC, but she came back with a drink at the ready and presented it to him. It was red with a hint of froth up top, raspberries on the rim of the glass with the juice dripping down. Some spice added to give that "magma" kick.  “As you can see... Red is our specialty here.”

Ozen nods, clearly impressed, “Like looking into the lava pools of Makuahine! Incredibly good!” He took a healthy sip of his drink. “Very good! Are you sure you’re not Sulanian?”

Kira grinned, “Very sure. Imagine my pale ass on your beaches? I doubt I’d survive. Sulanian rum is the best. We tried cheaper alternatives in the beginning, as you would, even with her superhuman barmaid skills we just didn't sell, it took a while for the sulanian stuff to shift, but it came round. We have a few Sulanian cigars too.”

Ozen smiles, “Well we aim to be the best at our imports, certainly! Ah, yes Sulanian Cigars… those are a cut above the norm as well. Though I am not as versed in the cigar as the rum, everyone has a strong suit. I suspect you’d look quite lovely on the beach and it’s easy to take pale skin as porcelain as yours and give it a kiss of sun.”

Kira was very interested, “Indeed, they do. I'd be interested to know what other... strong suits... you might have Mr. Ozen?”

Ozen hears the noises again, this time it’s confirmed in his mind. There is something odd about the club, but he didn’t want to let on that he knew anything. He kept flirting, “Far more interesting things to think of… “

“I would love to show you the moonlight playing over the sandy shores of Sulani and take you for a midnight swim to the most beautiful falls you’ve ever laid eyes on.” He then smells a bit of copper in the fog of smoke that covered the dance floor… he realized he needed to get out. “But alas, I believe I must go before my boat leaves without me. I am due back to the islands to return supplies to the sick and homeless that were affected by the space station crash."

[kraglynn]

Good morning everyone, the weather today is igneous roots. The crust of the earth is built upon magma, but land doesn’t just float on magma like soap does. There’s infinite stone roots holding up the structure like a mangrove tree that extend down into the depths of the mantle and they float on it like soap does. Beyond that we don’t know what’s down there because it’s so bright. Inverse of the ocean’s midnight zone, the fire gets so bright that it’s like a cloud of pure daylight. And unlike when things are dark, and you can just turn on a light; you can’t just turn on a shadow to look at the light better. This is the true reason that science can’t decide what exactly light is. The truth is, it’s a metal.

[teefa85]

So getting around to making a Tera Type chart for my Muses' Pokemon. Yes, all the Pokemon World's crazy gimmicks are in that world...Megas since the ancient rift opened up and really screwed with things, Dynamax/Gigantamaz is an artificial creation based on Eternatus by our usual trove of wacky scientists (also responsible for Ultra Beasts arriving and next year in-universe the Paradoxes). And when said paradoxal rifts are opened by said scientists, Tera Crystals.

Now, with Megas and Gigantamax it's easy. If a 'mon is capable of doing that, they can...end of story. But since Tera is type shifting I need to record it. And while a lot of the times they have their regular type (or secondary even if it comes later in evolution as these forms would be gained after they'd fully evolved) I do naturally change it up from time to time.

Some of the more fun/interesting ones are under a cut. Many of which are inside jokes...

Teefa has an Alolan Ninetales and Hisuian Zoroark. As before those variants were introduced they were the original variants, Foxy has a Fire Tera and Kit a Dark Tera.

Lufia's Pikachu has been called Blaze since this thing's inception. Many of the Pokemon were named for my regular nickname for that 'mon. And Blaze was named for the Capsule Monster of Fire from Lufia II because of this really dumb thing I did as a kid where I narrated TV shows as if various other game characters were acting on them. So a good number of my Gen I nicknames were from this and references to Lufia I or II monsters/the CMs...and not always chosen with Type in mind if the 'mon seemed like it worked! This long winded tangent is all to say that Blaze's Tera Type is Fire.

Likewise, Burianne has a Persian. Meowth in that same stupid narration was Freeze as I wanted the enemy team's Pokemon to have a fitting opposite nickname. So her Persian is Ice Tera.

Samantha's Lopunny is Fighting Tera for Lopunny's Mega. Her Mienshao is Flying due to an inside joke about how aerial that 'mon can be.

Phoebe's Meowscarada is Fairy due to her aromatherapy. I mean, Play Rough is in its moveset...mine had it to deal with other Dark Types.

Lufia has a Typhlosion that is Ghost Tera in reference to the Hisuian Form though hers is the Johtonian one. Ditto with Alley's Rock Tera Arcanine that is a normal Kantonian Arcanine.

Rutee's Meganium is Dragon Type due to its dinosaur look. Her Incineroar is Fighting and Cinderace is Electric due to fans whining that those aren't those two 'mons secondary types and me loving people's salt.

Terrie's Sunflora is Fire for some dumb in-jokes about her in Warrior Academy along with one thing people have often said should happen to a theoretical Sunflora Evo.

The Three Lycanroc of Rutee and her niece and nephew are a trio reference. Elliot's Midday Lycanroc is Fire Tera, Lina's Midnight Lycanroc is Dark Tera, Rutee's Dusk Lycanroc is Electric...the sun, the moon, and just how energy comes from light.

Finally...the Eeveelutions used by Rutee, Stahn, and Philia are all references to the "missing" Eevee Types. Vapor=Ghost (can turn invisible in Water), Jolt=Flying (other air-based Type), Flare=Rock (magma is melted rock and heat relates to fire), Espy=Fighting (exact opposite), Umbry=Poison (there are refs to Umbreon and poisons and it seems it was originally planned to be Poison Type according to beta leaks), Leefa=Ground (two Types referencing nature), Glace=Steel (both Types that are often created with defensive stats), Sylvie=Bug (along with Flying it was one of the most commonly guessed Types for Sylveon before Fairy was revealed).

Going with above to continue the gag, Kyle's Flareon Scruff is Normal Tera (he uses Last Resort as one of his moves) and Emmy's Sylveon Sakura is Dragon (left over plus she's a kid who enjoys magic much more than her brother or cousins on either side of the family).