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Bad trip

Is this a dream or a bad trip?

A twitch in my eyes, like an electric shock.

While on TV channels, they call me a freak.

A prime-time phenomenon

For the front pages of websites.

Fed to search engines by viral algorithms.

While I'm on the balcony, forehead pressed against

The melting window pane,

Eating myself up because someone actually knows me,

Because I'm drunk again,

And the interest is gone

To search for myself for free, without registration or SMS.

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INTRODUCTION:

I lost my mind and made (still in progress) a full-blown AU. What started as a "what if" spiraled into a sprawling universe where Team Galactic and Team Plasma never existed — because something far colder took their place. Team Plazmara is what happens when convergence replaces control, and ideology becomes obsession. This AU centers around Cytheus, a villain who doesn't seek power or purity, but singularity: the collapse of all realities into one flawless, frozen equation.

"Giratina's future"

I see the veil between worlds decay

I see skies that no light can breach

I see the truths you stripped away

I see the end you dare to teach

The balance once was held in silence

Dreams and wonder, born then gone

But now you conjure cursed defiance

And still you ask what you've done wrong

Whatever fate once meant

All the threads you chose to tear

Because of you, Cytheus, now —

The future is a blank, cold stare

OVERVIEW:

Plazmara is a sprawling, multi-regional syndicate operating across Sinnoh and Unova. The organization emerged as an entirely new power forged from the shadows of what could have been. Its enigmatic leader, Cytheus, rose not from the ruins of prior ideologies, but as the originator of an entirely distinct doctrine — one obsessed with dimensional convergence, psychological manipulation, and control over reality itself.

Plazmara’s influence stretches from the frozen spires of Snowpoint to the decaying edges of Unova’s Desert Resort. They operate in secret laboratories, subterranean fortresses, and corrupted ruins where forgotten legacies of ancient Pokémon intertwine with hypermodern Wormhole technology. They are not seen in the open — they are felt, feared, and predicted like a dark storm on the horizon.

STRUCTURE:

Plazmara is divided into precise strata:

The Architect (Cytheus):

— Supreme leader and founder. Seeker of convergence. Manipulator of Giratina and Kyurem.

The Vessels (Hekara, Arvis, Caeli):

— His closest original disciples — each governs strategic branches of knowledge, war, and psychological manipulation. All were born of Sinnoh or Unova.

The Choir (Anthea & Concordia):

— Once orphans, now mouthpieces of calm philosophical doctrine. They serve both as messengers and guardians of N, whom they helped raise alongside Cytheus.

The Cipher (Colress):

— Genius scientist obsessed with understanding the link between willpower and control. Though not entirely loyal, he remains invaluable for his research.

The Voice (N):

— A creation of purpose. Cytheus did not build N to lead, but to be the mirror that others see hope in. Raised to walk the thin line between control and compassion, N is a living contradiction — and a test subject.

FOUNDING AND POWER BASE:

In the wake of a shattered ideology-less world, Cytheus conquered Sinnoh with unrelenting strategic brilliance. There were no Galactic schemes to compete against, no Plasma uprisings to distort morality — only cold silence, untapped myth, and Giratina’s broken whispers. Through a ruthless campaign of distortion, suppression, and philosophical seduction, Cytheus obtained partial dominion over Giratina, the Renegade Pokémon.

This dominion was incomplete — and dangerous. Though Cytheus held Giratina’s leash, it often snarled, bit, and infected his very psyche. His victory over Sinnoh brought power, but also dreams that rot, shifting dimensions, and fractured identity.

From there, Plazmara spread into Unova, capitalizing on ideological vacuums and fractured regional unity. Unlike past villain teams, Plazmara does not recruit with bombast or terror — they lure with meaning, survival, and truth beyond the veil. Their ranks are filled with scientists, orphans, zealots, and broken geniuses.

Cytheus’s ultimate goal is The Convergence — a unification of fractured timelines and realities through the manipulation of Ultra Wormhole technology and distortion energy. To him, all versions of reality are failures without structure. Without convergence, there is only chaotic divergence, a garden of universes overrun with weeds.

But travel between dimensions is not elegant. It is a violent bleeding of one reality into another. Cytheus’s early experiments — especially using Giratina’s corrupted energy — left entire sectors of space mangled, time loops bleeding into themselves, and living minds rewritten by the trauma of the void.

Even now, Cytheus suffers the cost. Giratina speaks to him in ways no one else hears — not in words, but in images, screams, and reflections of alternate selves. He wears the mask of calm doctrine, but beneath it lies friction, madness, and absolutist hunger.

Cytheus has seen them all. Through cursed rifts and dimensional fractures, with Giratina as both guide and tormentor, he wandered the shattered edges of existence — worlds born of villainy and ego, timelines abandoned by balance. He stood in the ruins of Lysandre’s “beautiful world". He walked the sunken corridors of Archie’s flooded future and the scorched deserts of Maxie’s overheated one. He lingered in the sterile silence of Cyrus’s emotionless void, met the mad sermons of Ghetsis’s liberated anarchy, and stood face to face with Giovanni’s empire — a world meticulously ruled with an iron economy of fear. Even Lusamine, warped by obsession, twisted timelines into playthings for her love-starved delusions. And in every realm, Cytheus felt nothing but confirmation. To him, these victories were not triumphs, but proofs of concept — of how divergence leads to decay, how personal ambition, unchecked idealism, or broken hearts crack the fabric of reality itself. He saw not villains, but failed variables. Not rivals, but cautionary equations. They played with power and called it vision. Cytheus does not play. He calculates.

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“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑—𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.”

POKEMON VILLAINS FUSION:

CYRUS + GHETSIS

— Meet Cytheus, the architect of collapse and convergence. The fusion of Ghetsis’s cruelty and Cyrus’s nihilism, Cytheus is not content to conquer just a world. He seeks to overwrite existence.

He is the cold, brilliant founder of Team Plazmara, a sect-like organization with one terrifying goal: Universal Convergence. To him, multiversal diversity is a sickness. Divergence breeds identity, identity breeds conflict—and conflict must be erased. Cytheus seeks a perfectly ordered dimension where time no longer forks, where all choices converge into one inevitable track. He does not wish to be a god. He wishes to be the system itself.

Cytheus is composed, eloquent, and absolutely merciless. He speaks in carefully measured phrases, always calm, never shouting. His cruelty is not sadism— it is strategy. To him, feelings are fractures, and people are broken algorithms. He does not waste time with passion; he corrects. His prosthetic arm is sleek, metallic, and deliberate—an intentional replacement of humanity with mechanism. His half-burned face, left untouched by surgery, is a symbol of survival through detachment. The damage occurred in the early phases of the Chrono-Finalizer’s first activation—an experiment that fractured space and nearly erased him. He was left disfigured, barely alive, but he did not mourn the pain. He looked in the mirror and saw evolution.

IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS:

Anthea and Concordia — once prophets of balance and empathy — Cytheus refers to only as "residual noise." He keeps them silenced, tucked away like obsolete code in a system too complex to delete entirely. He lets them live not out of mercy, but as a cautionary subroutine: they represent what happens when hearts guide systems. He neither tortures nor empowers them—just erases their influence slowly, methodically, like overwriting a corrupted file.

Colress, on the other hand, fascinates him. A man of intellect, free from empathy, guided by a similar curiosity — yet hopelessly fixated on the individual power of Pokémon. To Cytheus, this is a flaw: obsession with strength is still obsession with difference. Colress is kept close but never trusted. He is a useful process, not a person. The moment his function becomes obsolete, he will be discarded without ceremony. And Colress knows it. That’s why he stays.

As for N… the child was never meant to matter. At first, he was a cipher — an interpreter between Pokémon instinct and Cytheus’s cold order. But as N grew, as he chose compassion over clarity, the fracture widened. Cytheus now sees him as an error in the equation: unpredictable, emotional, human. A freak, yes, but not because he’s monstrous — because he still believes choice matters. Still, Cytheus does not destroy N. Not yet. For now, he remains… contained. Observed. Studied. The last anomaly Cytheus has not yet erased from the code.

BIOGRAPHY:

Cytheus’s story is stitched from pain, but he’d never call it that. Born in Veilstone City, in a household where silence and obedience reigned, he grew up under the weight of impossible expectations. His father worshipped control. His mother vanished under mysterious, never-spoken-of circumstances. Young Cytheus internalized that love was unstable, and silence was perfection. In his youth, he pursued multiversal science, believing he could find a version of himself that was whole. But the deeper he looked, the more fragmented everything became. Each alternate self was a disappointment. Each dimension, a contradiction. And then the thought came: what if there were no other selves? What if every version of existence could be merged—not into harmony, but uniformity?

He abandoned identity, nationality, even morality. What remained was Cytheus: the man who will erase the multiverse to fix its chaos.

SONG VIBES:

Danger Silent — Existence

Falling in Reverse — Voices in my head

A. M speech — I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream

Minami — Hollowness (Lorelai Irving cover)

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"Sometimes I think righteousness is just a fancy way to apologize to yourself for burning someone else's life to the ground. We call it duty, faith, service… But really, you're just picking who to bury today with a straight face and an excuse in your pocket. Honestly? I don’t give a fuck anymore. I do what needs to be done. And the victims? They’re just statistics—until one of them looks you in the eye."

— Simeon Wittebane Campbell

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I’ve been working on redesigning one of my very old characters from the Owl House universe. Meet Simeon (a Wittebane descendant, who ended up on the Boiling Isles in the 2000s. A complete disappointment for the emperor and a personal thorn in his side, as Simeon was a young drug addict, troublemaker, and punk who wasn’t afraid to rudely dismiss the emperor, earning himself a beating in return).

This is the design of him as a teenager, before he became an adult, while in the mask he is depicted as the Minister of Propaganda. There’s also a cursed form, resembling a jackal-like beast or perhaps even a unique type of werewolf. I might drop the full character lore here in the future.

Some sketches:

Cursed form:

Adult Simeon:

Simeon is the living embodiment of a cursed heritage and inevitable fate. Born in Gravesfield into a family of esteemed historians, he felt from an early age the suffocating weight of traditions and ideals that were utterly alien to him. Instead of embracing his family’s legacy, he chose the path of rebellion—antisocial behavior, drug abuse, chemical experiments, and self-destructive obsessions became his way of rejecting imposed norms. In a drug-induced frenzy, he fled from home, inadvertently activating an ancient rune that transported him to the Boiling Isles, where representatives of the Emperor Coven, perceiving in him an all-consuming obsession, placed him under strict control. Upon discovering their blood relation, Belos, fully aware of the complexity of his essence, resolved to subject Simeon to ruthless discipline in an attempt to “cleanse” his perverted soul.

Under Belos’ unyielding authority, the unruly adolescent transformed into a dangerous and calculating political actor, his inner turmoil and deep scars forming the bedrock of his cold cynicism. Harsh training, constant humiliation, and physical punishment replaced his youthful rebellious energy with pragmatic ruthlessness, leaving an indelible mark on his soul. The loss of personal connections, a shattered romance, and a curse that turned him into a monster became the symbols of a tragedy in which Simeon, aware of his moral decay, found solace only in submission and self-justification. Today, he remains a prisoner of his own legacy—a contradictory figure capable of ruthless manipulation, yet perpetually tormented by an inner hatred that refuses to die.

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Came back here after quite some time. Caught a hyperfix on Skeptic and now I'm learning how to draw this man.

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Firstpost

So, hello. I'm Drano and I'm just starting to familiarize myself with this site. I'd like to share my creation.

This is Husk

And this is the initial sketch