#But he's got axes

[kettouryuujin]

Information and Realization

[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokerus AU.]

When the group returned to Jubilife Village, Lian had gone with the Medical Corps to check up on Lord Kleavor. The Pikachu looked like he wished he’d gone with the Warden, but his Dewott teammate was over the moon. 

Kamado? He was considering getting something hard. “So... let me get this straight. You’re that girl’s superior?”

“No! I am Emmet. I help teach Link Moves. I also run the Illusion Express, however it is not at this station currently.” Sinnoh, what was with this guy? Out of the corner of his eye, the Snorlax saw the Water-type snicker. She... did say this Zoroark was eccentric, but apparently she had understated matters. Especially with that weird smile of his (Seriously, how could any ‘mon hold a grin that large for so long?) and the Illusion of dark fur. Well. At least he seemed less focused on stealth... honestly it was only the girl’s exuberance that convinced the Security Corps to let this “Emmutt” in. If Kamado had his way, this Zoroark would be barred entry. Ugh. Time to interrogate. “...Right. And do you have any experiences with these distortions?” The vulpine gave a confused head-tilt - and this guy was an expert?

Apparently, the otter thought so, enough that she had the gall to correct the Commander, saying “distortions” meant “Mystery Dungeons”. At least it seemed to help this guy get his thoughts straight. “OH! Yes! I am Emmet.” Why did he say that so darn often? “My brother and I were an exploration team before he...” Oh brother, he was choking up. The slumping and tearing up was a dead giveaway, even if the lack of words wasn’t.

“Can we cut the sap and keep moving here?!?”

The white-furred ‘mon shuddered and nodded, wiping away tears as he stood ramrod straight. “Ah. Yes. I was derailing...thank you, sir.” Well, at least the weirdo was grateful (twitch). “Re-railing now. Yes. I am Emmet. Whilst in a team, we delved many a Dungeon, oftentimes reaching the bottoms.” Twitchtwitch. “We would also set up Illusion Express stations. But you wish to know if I can assist with your current issue? Sadly my help will be limited.” What. “I am Emmet. I always delved...in a team. Delving outside my old team will inevitably result in catastrophic derailing.” Twitcha-twitch twitch. Ugh, this guy would NOT stay still...

...And he referred to his choking up earlier as “derailing” didn’t he? Oh Sinnoh, his “limiting” is a damn coping mechanism. “However, I will gladly provide advice and coaching. The Express cannot run without both cabs, however.” A blink and a nod (And some more twitching). “I am Emmet. I am an Express Master. I like Team Battles. I like combinations of multiple Pokemon working together. I like multiple moves in synchronicity with each other. I like winning more than anything else, other than my brother. But only winning a serious battle. If a battle is not serious, it is not fun.” ...so he’s a nutjob who takes things seriously. And twitches a lot. Joy. “I will establish my station wherever I am allowed to. Please visit me if you seek practice. Especially with Link Moves. Or if you would wish to battle me. Be warned, I am a verrry tough opponent.”

And with that, the Zoroark turned and marched out, moving with surprising regularity. One-two-one-two, almost like a military march - albeit with arms swinging past his chest. Well. He’s got SOME sort of decorum...”Erm, Sir? Where to next?” And the brat takes his focus from the one semi-decent point of that damn spectral vulpine.

“...Next? I don’t freaking know. I know the original plan was to get Sabi first, but with that ‘expert’ here I don’t want to be making any calls.”

And then the rat spoke up. “Sir, with all due respect? I don’t believe Mr. Emmet is...qualified, to make any decisions regarding where we go next. Outside of his coping mechanisms, we know very little about what the other Dungeons are like.” And now he’s using the wrong terminology...Kamado couldn’t help but let out the sigh of the long-suffering.

“Fine. I still don’t care where you go next, so... Just go do what you want to do.” The Commander waved the pair off, groaning as he looked over the paperwork. The...sloppily made paperwork. Ah, these transformations had just made things so much more annoying.

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Lord Kleavor sighed, sitting cross-legged as he thought. Like his Warden, he remembered little since he had apparently gone insane. However, there were small flashes of memory - ones that were coincidentally connected to the scent of his favorite tangy plump beans. And in them he could recall, through a haze of rage, his Warden, alongside the two Survey Corps members, striking at him.

*skaaaa-ick!*

The Bug/Rock-type understood why they had done so. He was…not himself, at the time, and they were bringing him back from the depths of frenzy. And he was grateful for that.

*skaaaa-ick!* *skaaaa-ick!*

He was more concerned about how quickly he had fallen, though. It was as if his mind warped alongside the Fieldlands themselves, burying higher thought under rage and instinct as his home turned into a prison. *skaaaa-ick!* *thik* *thik* *thik* *thik*

There was no doubt his fellow Nobles had suffered the same fate, and the Lord was certain that if he left the village again, he would easily lose himself again. It was not safe out there. Not for any Noble.

*thikthikthikthik*

Their only hope was that the Survey Corps and his Warden could get through to his fellow Nobles, and their Wardens. After that, well…

That was the future. Not now.

*thik* *thik*

The Lord stood and backed away, smiling imperceptibly. On a table in front of him was a wooden statuette, depicting his Warden in his current state, hurling one of those distance offerings through the air. A fitting monument to Warden Lian’s actions.

He shook the wood chips off before gently picking his axe-work up, taking slow, measured steps to where he knew his Warden was resting. Hopefully he would appreciate this gift.

[barbiediamondcastleofficial]

guys Sasha is not the responsible one in the archives. She saw a weird guy with fucked up hands and an uncanny laugh and immediately followed him to several secondary locations. I’m SO sorry to say this but the only og archives crew member with self-preservation instincts is Tim

[twinstxrs]

brennan reintroducing the bad kids with genuine titles they hold in canon like “archdevil” “captain of the owlbears” & “risen saint” but adding “holder of the tin flower” to gorgug’s intro because of how gorgug offering his tin flower to fabian, even after they fought, so effectively represents the type of person gorgug is (a kind one).

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

this was gonna be just a sketch and then suddenly this happened-

anyways have an unhinged boi in his natural environment

[hyakunana]

Daily Hotel Krat: DIY weapons

[maybe-drawing]

After all… This is a death match for a reason.

-- Click for better quality! Sketch and sword version under the cut! --

(if you see this did you notice the left tumb is on the wrong side?!?? bc i only did after like 500 notes help i am screaming)

[starheirxero]

I HAVE HAD A THOUGHT AND I CANNOT STOP IT SO I AM HERE

LISTEN HEAR ME OUT..

listen....

Ruin with a battle axe.

APPROVED APPROVED APPROVED !!!!!!! APPROVED SO MUCH THAT I WAS IMMEDIATELY POSSESSED BY THE URGE TO DRAW IT. THE FREAK <3<3<3

[azure-clockwork]

I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes

[arrimorr-otgw-spam-blog]

I'm so sorry

[sans-guy]

god i know axe would have an absolute field day bullying mince asjhdgasdasd

comes through the back door with intentions to bug butch and sees mince doing his best to clean the counter and he's like

[prostocupoftea]

cw robo gore (is he a robot? it is like.... 3d shapes gore...... all impressionable spheres and cones please turn away!) tw fire

udp: fixed colors a bit!!! didn't notice that he got eyesraingly bright

When god dies, his whole world burns with him

server [kinito] deleted succesfully

Second variant of the caption was "Which form does a shapeshifter take when dying? The one you loved the most"

Third variant was "do not worry guys he just burned his egg salad and overdramatizes"

Also a quick spin of his f-uped model and an original sketch (:

Right when i made his first model i knew i needed to make this, he is so silly

old vers:

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Hi, quick question 🙋 are we gonna have to temporarily revoke impulse's dilf status until the french fries are removed from his balding forehead

But balding forehead and looking a bit cringe to the youngsters around them is the daddiest thing a dad can do no????

[musubiki]

lime lime lime lime lime (and his m34th weapon that can turn into many things)

[buzzingroyalty]

sahcon haul!!!

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Christian Kane twirling props: a series. Part 10/?

The Librarians Season 2

[moveslikekeithrichards]

new minecraft personality test is your preferred weapon & whether you prefer mending or infinity on a bow