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emma-is-swaggy-and-epic · 9 months ago

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A collection of some of my OCs as pokemon trainers :3

CHEAT SHEET/ EXPLANATION FOR EACH CHARACTERS' TEAMS UNDER THE CUT

Let's start with yuriko, her team consists of a gallade, a combee, a bisharp, a rookidee, a gothitelle and her beloved furfrou. Since chess is a BIG theme to yuriko's character, i wanted each pokemon to sorta reflect each piece in a game of chess (minus the king bc i ran out of room). Combee is the pawn because in chess: pawns are the weakest piece and are kinda there to protect the queen in a way, similarly to how worker bees in a beehive tend to do stuff for the queen (not to mention that pawns actually CAN become queens in a game of chess, similarly to how normal bee larvae can grow up to become a queen if fed enough). Bisharp and rookidee are the bishop and the rook for obvious reasons, gallade is the knight and gothitelle is the queen (though tbh i also partially chose those two bc in yuriko's usual form, she is a danganronpa fan character, specifically a celesgami fankid and i kinda associate those two characters with those pokemon...albeit with celeste it's more or less the gothitelle line IN GENERAL) lastly i chose a furfrou bc that's the closest i can get to yuriko's goofy ass dog, gambit.....there are no borzoi pokemon i'm afraid

Also ngl whenever i hear gothitelle's name, my mind immediantly goes to cottonelle and i can't help but think of emo toilet paper...

Next with makeighlyn: her team consists of a sylveon, a galarian ponyta, an indeedee, a porygon, a spiritomb and an absol. I imagine that since makeighlyn's whole lore is that she's a flash game mascot turned demon slayer, she was probably given a sylveon, ponyta and indeedee by her creators (the sylveon representing her pet cat, angie) but ended up finding and catching a porygon after she gained sentience; when she became a demon slayer, the souls of all the demons she killed formed into a spiritomb and she caught that too and lastly she caught an absol to sorta let the demons know she's coming since y'know.....absol is said to be a bad omen....also yes, makeighlyn IS wearing may's contest outfit, it was easier than just thinking up an original pokemon universe design for her

For myrtle: her team consists of a zorua, a cubone, a banette, jirachi, a duskull and a zubat. Tbh i didn't really put that much thought into her team, i just picked the edgiest pokemon i could find....though with cubone and banette i just picked them bc they're infamous for having really dark pokedex entries and are a common sight in the more horror-oriented side of the fandom, and also i picked zubat bc it's the first pokemon i think of when i think of team rocket (aside from meowth, obviously) typically i prefer not to include legendary/mythical pokemon whenever i give a character a pokemon team for the sake of believablity though i just couldn't resist giving myrtle jirachi considering how much it fits with her backstory (normally, myrtle's story is that she randomly discovered she had reality-bending powers one day and abused her power so much it caused a dimensional merge; though since this is pokemon and humans don't have powers, i feel it makes more sense if she caught jirachi and abused it's wish granting powers)

Lastly for renée: her team consists of an altaria, a castform, a smeargle, a snom, a munchlax and a bruxish. Tbh i only really gave her an altaria and a castform as a sort of callback to the fact that renée is a bird (though i had to make her human for the sake of this challenge), specifically a pigeon-cloud nymph hybrid; so i gave her a cloud bird and a weather creature! Since renée is more or less a 2014 tumblr-esque hipster (a bit millenialcore i daresay), i gave her a bruxish bc i've literally never seen a single person who likes bruxish (i personally don't really care for it either way but like....LOOK AT THIS THING!!! IT LOOKS LIKE IT SHOULD BE HANGING OUT WITH THE BEATLES IN PEPPERLAND OR SOME SHIT)

Anyway, i also gave renée a munchlax bc tbh that pokemon SCREAMS millenials in 2014 tbh (like....fr you'd be hard-pressed NOT to find a millenial on the internet from that era making jokes about how much pizza and avocado toast they eat) i also gave her a smeargle to reference renée's love for painting and a snom bc....tbh i think snom is kinda overrated and i feel like renée would be the type of person to make that damn thing her entire personality so yea (also renée likes bugs so i had in incorporate that SOMEHOW)

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mxbo · 2 months ago

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Me yapping about something that happened on TF2 today

I was playing casual TF2 with a friend now that there aren't as many bots (I SUCK like REAL BAD, so no way we're going to community servers, I would get OBLITERATED the second I stepped on one, also a lot of players on community servers dislike F2Ps for existing) and found a player who shares names with my light and it was really awesome

[ID: Meme recreating the interaction. There's me, my bestie, the random player we encountered and batman in the background because he was also there. My bestie says: “OMG! *redacted name*” and I reply: “Voice communication is not available for this account”]

(BTW, me and my bestie are not drawn with specific cosmetics, it's just our OC's/sonas dressed as the classes we were playing lol. Yes, he was pocketing me because I'm just THAT bad)

(BTWBTW, we didn't actually talk with them, just mentioned it in our private call because like it would be super weird to go “hey, you have my love's name”. Super creepy HASHSj. Worst case scenario, they wouldn't believe I actually have a partner and think I'm hitting on them or something. And women and people who pass as feminine because of username/voice already suffer enough on FPS games with people either insulting them or simping for them and not seeing them actual players but objects. Like I'm not risking (potentially) making their day worse ykwim)

Anyway, they had pink cosmetics and I think I shot a rocket at them at some point because I thought they were RED AHSA *insert video about the problem with team recognition*.

[ID: Screenshot of the random player with their name obviously censored not because of them, but because it would reveal my love's name and, like, I haven't consulted if I can just say it in a random Tumblr post AJSAHJ]

There was also a Soldier who had all the batman cosmetics and dominated me because of course JHS (they were super good at rocket jumping). I sadly didn't take a screenshot (THEY WERE SO FAST AND KILLED ME, I COULDN'T TAKE A SCREENSHOT) </3

Also, yeah, I'm a F2P until MY BESTIE DECIDES TO PAY FOR MY FRICKING PREMIUM UEYDEUEHR (hopefully this or next week).

Hate that I'm mute for the time being, tho. Because Valve thought not letting F2P accounts speak would solve the bot crisis for some reason some years ago. SPOILER: It didn't work, it just made the bots more difficult to identify and ruined the experience of a bunch of players (kids, people who can't pay for TF2 like me, and people who just play for fun and don't want to throw money at a corporation, which is completely valid). Thanks, Valve.

But also love the fact I own the title of worst TF2 F2P, like, that way nobody expects anything from me.

My steam profile backs this up btw

[ID: My user says “world's worst tf2 player” and my description “I suck at tf2 it's not even funny”. Also, my pfp is the spongebob crying meme edited to have my OC's hair and Soldier's helmet and says “I PROMISE I'LL DO BETTER” in the funny impact font]

I'm genuinely bad (reason why I play Soldier) BUT I HAVE SO MUCH FUN PLAYING TF2, I LOVE THIS GAME EVEN IF I GET KILLED EVERY X SECONDS (x being equal to the time I take to respawn).

I want to meet more noobs like me and play with them while on a Discord call and learn together (would also help me with my English, probably, if they're not hispanophone).

Or maybe even players who know what they're doing and teach me (but they need to have patience with me because I'm a SLOW learner and barely know how to WASD lmao, my spacial awareness in videogames is just like in real life: 0).

Someone interested? 🤨

No, Rom, nobody's interested, nobody cares LMAO, just go back to making userboxes and stamps and drawings and stuff

#rom's yapping #team fortress 2 #tf2

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raccoonfallsharder · 11 months ago

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⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ winter collection masterlist

rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies.

an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday one-shots. gender of reader varies (mostly gn). organized by rating.

main masterlist | more winter-based headcanons

RATING KEY some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

frostnip. °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ [new 12/26/23] ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based. i think. this might change. can be read romantically or platonically, with a g-rated gesture of physical intimacy. i almost wrote this to involve a snowball fight and then i was like, oh no, reader would actually get murdered.

traditions. ‧❅•꙳⋆ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,368. ✮ every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. *∞*⍋⋆*❅｡. spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,196. ✩ rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often. comics-based (probably a sort of matt rosenberg incarnation with shades of skottie young and al ewing), including cameos by an array of guardians from all different arcs because i can't fuckin keep track of who's on the goddamn team when. no explicit smut?? but some kinda spicy takes && some explicit statements. rocket's perspective, and rocket is the pursuer. reader's just a sweetheart & a cutie (especially in that flarkin sweater). brief use of a petname (twice, i think) and references to using teeth, claws, and tail during intimacy.

Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ spice | rocket x f!oc | ask imagine | word count: ?? ✩ a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." part of Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ

snow & stars. ⋆❅₊⁺⋆ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n| f!reader | oneshot | word count: 16,450. ❤︎❤︎ citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting. comics-based, very loosely inspired by the Timely, Inc arc in Annihilators (2010, Issue 1), though i like... truly cannot abide timothy green ii's style of rocket in this series. try to imagine a nice jorge coelho or valerio schiti. mild exhibitionism, mild degradation, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), begging, pet names, impact play (one? ass smack i think?), pinching, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex. lotsa fluff. i'm not super-well-versed in the annihilators arc because so many of the characters involved bore me to actual tears so apologies for anything that isn't strictly comics-canon. you don't need to have any real comics-knowledge to ride this ride.

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re-ikrmso · 10 months ago

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im listening to this song and for some reason it reminds me of my team rocket oc's story. so imma ramble a lil.

thoughts that would be related to song kinda:

-team rocket oc's mentor(shane) being an a drinker

-team rocket oc(pidge) blaming most of shane's treatment of them on alcohol

-vibe of the song related to pidge attempting to be cool/normal/suave

-pidge kinda dodging the issue of thier free will, this song kinda symbolizing them blaming thier problems/situation on other things and they are aware of this

-but also pidgeisnt entirely right on blaming themselves for everything so when they are fully aware of that its thier mockery of other people trying to reason why pidge is in thier situation when they didn’t have that much control at all

pidge is complicatedddd

(blame it on thr alcohol)

#oc #ramble #team rocket oc #team rocket oc mention #c!pidge

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420thewritersroom · 7 months ago

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Got That Cursed Dawg in Him

Whoo-ie, this took slightly longer than intended. I wanted to gift this piece to @averageludwig simply because I LOVE LOVE LOVE their art and their pieces of the Demoman & Soldier makes my heart do backflips AND front flips. This is also highly inspired by @waterwindow art on Twitter that I think about daily, on top of that I love their art and their pieces on Demo & Soldier too.

This is also my first time writing anything involving the TF2 peeps, and I feel like it shows a lot when writing dialogue for the Soldier and Demoman (I didn't bother with doing written accents because...no, not skilled or patient enough to bother with that lol).

Before we continue, just wanted to do a bit of housekeeping, BLU Soldier is named John Doe (full name Johnathan Dodger) and is essentially a BLU Team OC. Same with the BLU Demoman, their name is Harvey (full name Harvey MacLennan). So for those who are confused on why the Soldier is named John instead of Jane, that's why. I also like to interpret the BLU Soldier to be a tad bit smarter (still a massive himbo). Anyway, I hope you enjoy the read!

Characters: RED Demoman (Tavish Finnegan DeGroot), BLU Soldier (John Doe), BLU Demoman (Harvey Maclennan)

Word Count: 2,058

Ships: RED Demoman/BLU Soldier (Boots n Bombs) if you squint

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence (it's not too gratuitous, but it's there), Unresolved Tension, mentions of murder, BLU Soldier is too dumb to not escalate situations to worse heights

John strains to keep himself upright, wobbly staying on his feet as he looks at the RED Demoman across from him under his helmet. Pained breaths escape him as he readjusts the grip on his shovel, having lost his rocket launcher in the fight long ago.

"Tavish," it hurts to talk as John forces himself to try to reach his former friend again, "Tavish, you need to snap out of it!"

He has tried, time and time again, since this fight reignited, to get Tavish to stop this bloodshed he was subjecting both teams to. John said he could talk him out of this blood-frenzied stupor that the RED Demoman was under, that there was no need to trap Tavish in the Respawn system. Or worse, cut him off from it completely. He can be reasoned with. He's one of the most reasonable men with both teams combined.

"You have to let go of that sword, Tavish. You can't let whatever commie trickery that thing is plaguing you with take over. For your sake, listen to me!"

The RED Demoman was slumped forward, arms dangling in front of him while holding on tightly to the Eyelander that dripped fresh blood from its blade. Tavish's remaining eye shone with a cursed green, the outcome of constantly feeding the sword the heads of not only the BLU team but RED as well. The usual rogueish charm that the Demolition Man possessed was gone. In its place, a blood-hungry beast that saw neither friend nor foe, but lambs fit for the slaughter. Despite being wholly empowered by the claymore, the body is still flesh and bone. Tavish, or whomever was possessing him, struggled to keep themselves aloft. They have lost too much blood, and Tavish's body protested any further exertion unless treated.

John, however, looked worse for wear. His uniform was ripped and in tatters, revealing the white tanktop below, which was also showing signs of damage. He lost FAR more blood than Tavish ever did, with multiple cuts that ran deep and oozed his essence all over his attire and on the dirt below. Breathing was haggard and painful for the BLU Soldier to do. Hell, existing was riding him up a wall as hours of fighting and dodging were catching up with him. The only reason he was still kicking was thanks to the few health kits and bottles that were littered about, the dispenser that his team Engineer set up for him (that was now destroyed at this point), and their resident nurse giving him a buff before the confrontation. But his resources were running thin. He practically ran this entire battlefield dry of its health kits and ammo, his rocket launcher and shotgun now only having a single shell and maybe two rockets for him to utilize.

"Heads," a ghostly snarl escapes not from the claymore but from Tavish's mouth, dripping like poison in John's weary ears. "Heads…Heads," the body continued to utter as it tried to inch closer to John. Tavish's body, exhausted from the fight, struggled to place one foot after the other, stumbling here and there as every nerve was demanding that this being stop and let it rest.

John can barely think. He tried talking to Tavish, but nothing was getting through to him. Every plea, insult, and statement was greeted with unbridled violence and horrific screams. Any strategy the war veteran could think of was leaking from his ears (or maybe that's just blood now that he's thinking about it). As Tavish's body lumbered closer, John scrambled mentally on what to do. Shooting Tavish will send him to respawn and will provoke the RED team to damn Tavish to whatever fate they opted to do. But he can't fight him either. Should whatever's controlling the Scotsman gain a second wind, John will be sent through the ringer instead, failing in his mission and pushing both teams to definitely kill Tavish.

Tavish was now within arm's length of the Soldier, scrapping the Eyelander beside him on the dirt ground and ready to swing the weapon at John's head. John isn't sure what compelled him to do this. Perhaps he was hinging on the possibility that their past friendship still lingered somewhere in Tavish's mind. Maybe it was a final distraction tactic he opted to pull out from under the possessed Demoman's feet. Regardless of what the reasons were, John pushed himself to get dangerously close to the deranged Demoman.

And he kissed him.

The kiss might as well be two kids on the playground pressing lips together, thinking this is "how adults kiss" or woeful virgins awkwardly "kissing" each other. The sensuality was lost between the two of them; their lips connected, but the desire that usually comes with it was in the other room.

Yet, John couldn't help but feel his heart flutter a bit. He tells himself that it's just the adrenaline and fatigue that caused his heart to skip a beat, kicking away the dawning fear that he might still harbor the same feelings that he felt all those years ago; before their fallout, before the Demoman betrayed his trust. But despite these affirmations he tried to hammer into his head, his lips still lingered far too long than they should have. But it must be doing something; Tavish has yet to raise his Eyelander at him.

John mentally had to rip himself away from the Demoman, quickly stepping back should the RED fiend decide to take a swipe at him. What he saw before him took him aback as the RED Demoman stared at the BLU Soldier with a wide eye. The color of Tavish's remaining eye no longer glowed a misty green, but it wasn't back to the usual brown that it was before. Instead, his eye was a startingly alluring emerald green.

"…Tavish?" John says carefully.

There's a brief moment of silence between the two, and John decides to take further initiative in this temporary standstill. "Tavish, you have to give me the sword. You're out of control, out of line, even for someone of your expertise."

The Demoman remained still, his face filled with foggy confusion as he seemingly was slowly coming to his senses. John took this moment of uncertainty to his advantage as he leisurely reached for the sword.

"If you don't let go of this communist contraption you found, they'll kill you. You hear me? They. Will. Kill. You, Maggot," despite the insult, it held none of the searing bite that it usually conveys. John silently thanks his helmet for shadowing his eyes as he used the concealment to prevent the RED Demoman from seeing him eyeing his sword.

"You may not be a red, white, and blue-blooded American, but I know you can fight whatever has plagued your English-muddled brain." John was so close to the sword that he could taste it. Just a millimeter longer, and he'll end this nightmare once and for all-

Tavish's eye suddenly flares in anger, shoving John away from him and placing extra distance from the BLU Soldier. "Then let them kill me. Maybe Heaven or Hell will have more use for me than this wasteland of a state!"

John stares at Tavish dumbfounded, his helmet slightly ajar to glimpse his blue eyes. "Tavish, you don't know what you're saying-"

"I know EXACTLY what I'm saying. Haven't had a drop of scrumpy since I've started this rampage."

So he was aware? All this time?

"What? You think I'm that ill-willed to just LET a dead son of a bitch take me over without an inch of a fight, eh? I fought the goddamn loche, read a cursed book, and lost me eye for it."

Not a single word was slurred or interrupted by an untimely burp. John was lost for words, unsure of how to respond.

"But, why? You're terrorizing both teams consorting with that weapon, letting it whisper Russian nonsense into your ears!"

"Firstly, this sword isn't from fucking Russia; let's put that through your tin-canned skull first. Secondly, I let it take over because I allowed it."

"But WHY?" Soldier couldn't restrain his growing impatience, his tone resorting back to his usual drill sergeant demeanor.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Don't back sass me, you one-eyed Scot son of a bitch. Your whiskey-drinking life is on the goddamn line."

"See, that right there," the Demoman points at the Soldier accusingly, "Maybe if you'd stop with those demeaning jokes, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"Jokes? It's what you are, Tavish! You have one eye, and you drink! What else am I supposed to call-" John stops himself, his mind finally clicking back into gear and understanding where Tavish was coming from. "Ah, so drinking wasn't enough, was it? Gotta bully everyone else, all because of your own damn insecurities, is that it?"

"You shut your bucket-wearing trap," Tavish growled, his remaining eye threatening John with a ghostly mist.

"Maybe if you actually faced your own demons instead of trying to drown them out with whiskey and blood, you'd be half the man you wished you were."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Tavish's eye becomes fully enveloped in the same cursed green color as his fury rises to new heights. "YOU HAVE LITTLE ROOM TO TALK FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS PLACED IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL FOR DECIMATING THEIR WHORE OF A GIRLFRIEND!"

Though this should've struck a cord in John, it instead made his spine and skin run cold as a shiver coursed through him. Nevermind that Tavish screamed to the heavens a secret he wished was left buried in its grave, but John completely lost the plot of what he was supposed to be doing. If anything, he reignited and made worse the Demoman's conviction to fucking kill him.

"T-Tavish, wait," John tried to backpedal, kicking himself mentally for letting his emotions run his mouth. But it was too late. The familiar sounds of Tavish's ungodly screams came rushing at him, and he had little time to run. Hell, he even tripped on himself attempting to run away from the bull that was the RED Demoman.

Thank his stars and garters that the Eyelander clanged against steel instead of his flesh and bone.

John is unsure when the BLU Demoman appeared or where they came from, but he was slightly grateful that the demolitionist stood between him and the willfully possessed Tavish.

"We gave you ten minutes, you took an hour, and we waited, John," Harvey's soft voice pierced through John like a hot knife to butter.

John panics as the possibility of Tavish meeting a fate worse than death becomes a painful inevitability in his mind. He scrambles through his words, thoughts not connecting to his lips, "Harv, please, just give me more time-"

"I gave you all the time in the world, Soldier. But something has to be done," Harvey grunts, and his words felt cold to the touch, but he does not raise his voice. Keeping a steady tone that, to an untrained ear, he might as well be as serene as a monk.

The BLU Demoman ends the standstill between him and his RED counterpart, building distance by kicking Tavish away with amazing strength. A prowess even the BLU Soldier didn't know his BLU companion possessed.

The RED Demoman's back slams against the outer walls of one of the buildings. With that previous stalemate, Tavish's body felt a renewed vigor as it slumped forward, and from his mouth, a familiar, venomous hiss escaped his lips, "Heads."

"If there's anything good that came out of your distraction, most of BLU have convened with RED, and they're plotting what to do with this beast once it's down." Harvey tilts his head to look at John, "Either you join them, or you help me keep this monster down."

John, from under his helmet, lingers between the two Demomen, searching through his mind how he can still salvage this situation. Ultimately, he settles on helping Harvey in the moment, and hopes to contain Tavish should they weaken him again. The BLU Soldier gets back on his feet, shovel in hand and stands with his BLU companion.

"I know you both have history, but that can not hold you back from doing what must be done, Johnathan," the BLU Demoman softly says.

"I know," John answers.

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Hey, you made it to the end of the story, congrats :D

My main inspiration for making this piece, aside from Waterwindow's art piece, was because I have yet to see anyone put Demoman in the "unwillingly or willingly becomes possessed by an entity that takes over their body completely and they're so deep in the possession sauce that they require the power of friendship to save them or have to be put down like a dog for the sake of the world" trope, and I decided to clumsily make this a reality.

I can just imagine, especially when he gains the Eyelander and his friendship with the BLU Soldier is broken, that Tavish goes through a spiral of emotions as he questions his self-worth and feels guilty for betraying his friend all for a cursed sword. And his guilt and self-hatred eats up at him and he becomes vulnerable to the influence of the Eyelander and lets the sword put him on auto pilot, allowing the spirit within to go on a mindless rampage against both RED and BLU team.

#Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #TF2 Demoman #TF2 Soldier #Boots n Bombs

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ask-spamton-gpory-spamgon · 1 year ago

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Alpha 66529810 Beta Gamma Omicron Uploading Archive Footage date: December Day ?? 1999

Archive Footage Trigger Word: Thigh Highs

Upload 3 of 3 complete

All footage/text documents uploaded are locked but only to the uploader themself.

Unit Will Return online approximately 9 to 10 hours from now.

Thank you for your patience.

all hail team rocket!

The footage seems all shaky the whole labatory seems to be shaking and screaming the door from the lab could be seen Slamming open,

and a young looking man and what could be recognized as Dr. Holiday run into the test subject's room she seemed to be very badly injured to the point she was missing an arm she coughed up blood and although audio was messed up some of what they said could be made out.

"Doctor please we gotta go I know that things your life's work but it's not worth losing your life over! We already know what happens when we play god and we're paying for it!, we gotta go before the experiment from the labatory next door finds us"

She could be seen dropping her arm to the ground and screaming before burning the wound closed with something before sitting down at the computer desk.

"NO I MUST COMPLETE HIM OTHERWISE HE'LL BE DEAD WITHIN 30 YEARS HIS CODE ISN'T DAMN COMPLETE YOU CAN EITHER HELP ME OR LEAVE! I CAN DO IT MYSELF IF I HAVE TO!"

Although the faces were blurred the man jumped and mumbled "I'm sorry... I just don't want to die I hope you make it out of here okay." Before running away as some sounds of destruction came towards them seemed.

She seemed to scoff loudly before rubbing her head and continuing to work away typing away the best she could with only one arm this project was her life's work she didn't want it to destroy itself she wanted to complete him,

she was growing tired and looking around her nervously the sounds were so loud so distracting she then noticed the camara still recording and got up from the table and began to walk towards it just as the door smashed open with a blue glow around it.

She gasped for air feeling herself being choked by a physic hold pulling at her own throat she began to beg but not for her life but instead for her creations life.

"P-Please let me store these logs in his memory at least I beg you he must know about his past... and... give him this scarf it's from his mother"

The legendary pokemon let go of her throat and spoke telepathically "YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES THEN I'M SETTING THIS CREATURE FREE"

She sighed before turning the camara off and the footage ended there.

The final message that appears is the same one that appeared in all these other stored video's but with a small little text at the end

"There are more code phrases, these will unlock more of these documents and also allow Spamgon permission to read all these logs TRY ANYTHING! DIG FOR THEM but don't use too many code words at once, it might make him shut down this is,

so he can see all these I prey whoever reads these... Is able to fix him before he expires, he's my snowflake and he must be allowed to live. Goodbye and if Giovanni is still alive tell him he's A-"

#pokeblr #pokeblog #pkmn irl #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokemon oc #spamton gpory spamgon #lore #important #team rocket #archive #Code: Thigh Highs #Project: PromotionGon #experimentation cw #tw: dismemberment #tw: blood mention #Mewtwo #Dr. Holiday

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ophii · 9 months ago

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YOU

Yes, you

Tell me about your faerie OC- /nf

YES!@!! UI LOVE YOU /P

OKOKOKOKOSOOO their name is nova :3 they're a silly little faerie:

them^^ i have a whole backstory written out for them but im gonna tldr it rq!! they were a prince of a fictional city-state called alesdrya but there was a war that happened which caused them to flee to other citystates, specifically one called latyia, where they joined a small team-rocket-esque trio which doesnt have a name quite yet but im gonna make one soon!!! they arent really evil but its nicknamed the evil trio cause the leader ..eats people. so thats why its called the evil trio.. i made the whole over-arching story with my friends btw! but their backstory is made by me!!

silly art of them and their sister figure, stella, who is also part of the evil trio... but theyre wearing their respective adult figures outfits!!!

stella belongs to my sister, @sunny8011 , btw

and the whole written out backstory for nova (+ their actual sister!) is below the cut :3

Nova and Astra were born in Alesdrya to the royal fae family. They lived a pretty average royal life until 2020, when a war broke out between humans and the fae. It was because there were rumors and legends that depicted the fae as evil pranksters, so Mythosonia (the human part, mostly) created a reason to go to war. I should mention that faerie hunters have existed in the other Estarian city-states for a long time, but have been considered illegal in Alesdrya (since the population is 99% fae.) Nova was 6 and Astra was 16 when the war started. Their parents were hanged in the town square as Nova was attempting to be escorted out by some maids. Unfortunately, the maids were assassinated, and Nova fled out of the city-state on foot. Astra was no where to be seen, though, as she was sent into hiding in the castle, being the heir to the throne. Once the war ended in 2022 after both parties decided to call it quits, Astra reemerged and claimed the throne, rebuilding Alesdrya. She has tried to look for Nova, but to no avail. Nova was pretty much a nomad/refugee until they ran into Stella at some point along the way, probably when crossing through Fey'in, the witch-populated city-state, and then they met Aster. Aster convinced (manipulated) them to help him with his evil plans and ideas, and they agreed, having no where to go themselves. Eventually, the two mostly quit being evil, instead just focusing on their magic studies and only periodically helping Aster terrorize humans and such. also nova has no idea astra is alive

#ophii #oc #oc rambling

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joviantwelve · 5 months ago

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okay you said you had a pokémon fanregion in your head, and now i gotta hear all about that, is the thing

OH god actually it's really funny how much shit that was in it has come to pass in canon by now, because I originally conceptualized it circa gen 4. It's usually what I think about if I think of like pokemon fancharacters or whatever. here we fuckin go

It was based on the Holon region in the TCG which has pokemon with funny types. we have Tera types now... the idea was that it would be begin further expanding and adding its own League and whatnot. I put it as above Johto/Kanto so relatively gen 1&2 selection of mons. keeping it simple.

it was more about the Weird Type Shit, which the pokemon prof of the region was studying under an organization she was a part of (the evil team, which was not branded as "Team (x)" just like Aether Foundation lmao). anomalies to track down and whatnot. but they were also inducing it themselves and studying other detected anomalies in the region. or sometimes the experiments they did created new, unintended anomalies of their own

this was mostly to make Missingno canon. which is like the only thing that hasn't still come to pass yet (BUT IT SHOULD!!!!!!). my dearest darlingest Missingno, the entire reason I love glitches today, was effectively my box legendary. the backstory of the prof was much like Lusamine in that she saw this Fucking Weird Pokemon a long time ago due to her Experiments and it fucked her up and she became a weird bad anime mom afterward. SHE EVEN HAD A DEAD HUSBAND!!!!!!! I FUCKIN INVENTED LUSAMINE FIRST

oh I should mention the "protag" analogue of the region WAS the professor's child. SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you had to fight your mom. who is the prof. who is also the evil team leader. and corrupted by some messed up videogame code. damn that sucks

later when we started getting more AI-feeling Rotom characters, I imagined a Rotom in a more robot/android body as one of the team underlings. he was the protag's buddy back home but now he has to fight you :( sorry i dont wanna do this but my programming is telling me to (throws a pokeball out halfheartedly)

(ASIDE: I remember in the first movie when they were like flabbergasted at Mewtwo technically qualifying as a pokemon trainer. that was kinda fucked up and weird, can we go back to that? tbh when I think about it, a lot of the vibe of my fanregion is based on how Weird early pokemon gens felt. they really dont make it like this anymore. Ape Inc became Creatures, I'm certain some EarthBound talent factored in)

I think I was also imagining weird-typed versions of the legendary birds for a trio, which is funny cuz we got Galarian versions of them now too....

Hooke was originally a Pokemon OC and was my first one actually, he ran a Dark-type gym because one didn't exist in canon yet. he was ex-Team Rocket and moved up north to turn a new leaf. thought it fit Dark's vibe as like the Schemer Type. I had to wait amazingly long for an actual Dark-type gym in canon which is kinda funny. it actually felt a little sad when we finally got one because it had been 11 years since I had made Hooke in protest of this

if you remember my OC Serafine (she doesnt have a TH SORRY), she was also an evil team exec.

she doesn't have a modern analogue but another one of the fancharacters was the rival-type one and she was Lt. Surge's spoiled neice

the Ghost-type gym leader I can describe as a Super Nerd with the constitution of the Hiker. can see ghosts but is a social outcast but more in a nerd sense than a goth sense. I liked him a lot but I haven't had anywhere to put him :(

the Psychic-type leader was extremely tsundere and her mind reading helped her out with all those tsundere insecurities (now she's just paranoid and preemptively reads people's minds)

the Fire- and Steel-type leaders were a duo battle of "smoke and mirrors" themed magicians. and also married

this is largely stream of consciousness I hope this post makes SENSE

#text #pokemon tag

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terristre · 2 years ago

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Could we perhaps get some info on your OCs? Their designs are so cool and they seem really interesting :)

jidsajidoasjiodas SCREAMS sorry its been like a week im just so happy i needed it to be good

uhh heres a good place to start for lore-grounding! alexander graves is a ghost from the 1500s who now serves in the court of the queen of monsters, notably being the only male member of the high court. hes far from a strong fighter, though his strengths are that as a ghost he cannnot die- and that for a ghost, hes VERY good at pretending to be alive

he has a confident, well-spoken air about him but its not hard to pin him as a more introverted, even shy person under it. the sort of person who would prefer keep their head down and go back to their business quietly, but one who holds the people close to him in an adoring regard. (hes NOT in the high court for his power after all- his value is in his kindness) hes been a diligent seamster since a young age & in-canon most of the clothing designs of characters under the queen can be credited to him lol

marcus deangelo THE BIRD BOY OF ALL TIME is alex's notably more introverted angel son. he tends to take the role of the silly goon/errand boy in the queens court & forms a light-hearted team rocket-esque duo with the plague doctor to take back pandora's box, stolen from the queen & brought to the monster hunters

marcus is an immediately curious character because he fits the high-energy genki archetype like a glove & has nothing but positivity for others- but his philosophy towards his own life & future are absolutely bleak. and the thing to pin about him is, he isnt really all that dumb- its more a mix of lack of worldly knowledge & this ascetic fold of catholicism where Bad Things Happen To Me Because I Somehow Deserve Them so he has LITTLE self-preservation & accepts misfortune without a fight

alexander holds the same self-poisoning principles, but marcus is the only one naive enough to say the quiet parts out loud. its not something the man ever pushed upon his sons but rather something they adopted themselves after seeing it from their role model. congrats to them for inheriting all their fathers positive traits AND his negative traits theyre both adopted btw

YES THIS IS AN INTERGENERATIONAL TRAUMA PLOTLINE anyways marcus talks to animals all the time & it makes other people think he actually has the power to communicate with them but He Does Not. also sometime his misinformed beliefs about the world will coincidentally line up with what europeans thought in medieval times & its like. who told you that buddy. HOMESCHOOLING if i dont know it you dont either LMAO

OUR BAT FRIEND IS THE PLAGUE DOCTOR! appearances can be deceiving my friend shes a recently-turned vampire whose only powers, really, are turning into a bat & burning in sunlight <:3c she refused to swear loyalty to the queen of monsters but couldnt bring herself to return to her old life Now Thats Shes A Monster so shes just kinda been. tossed around the court until she tragically rattled down to The Fuckers Whose Entire Personalities Are Being Catholic

if there is a musical episode the plague doctor is the one who goes WOAH WAIT WHATS GOING ON every day she wakes up & tries SO HARD to understand whats happening around her. shes definitely struggling to keep her miserable life together but despite that her kindness & good humor tend to shine through, most of the others actually quite enjoy her company the problem is shes always like "IM BETRAYING YOU GUYS FIRST CHANCE I GET"

but yeah as mentioned she makes for a good duo with marcus, hes great at fighting & she actually understands human society so together they make One Functional Person when venturing out of monster society lol. curiously for someone who doesnt want to be there, the plague doctor chose to assist in the chase for pandora's box of her own free will

#THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR ASKING IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY I KNOW FULL WELL THIS WILL LITERALLY NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN TwT #lore tag #ocs #alexander #marcus #plague doctor

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luimagines · 2 years ago

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Prepare For Trouble

Another Commission!

Masterlist

They asked for some OC’s who are the embodiment of Team Rocket. It’ll be a small series so expect parts two and three within the follow updates.

Next Part

Content under the cut!

Sky didn’t know what exactly to expect when he was traveling on his new adventure. Sure, he can handle saving his home land. He could swallow the idea of his successors needing to join forces against the curse he was too late to stop. He could handle all their shenanigans. Sky could even gather that there was a force perhaps beyond their means that was pulling the string with them following blindly like puppets.

Ok. A bit dark on that last one. He blames Legend.

Being kidnapped by a trio of morally ambiguous magic….sorcerers? He’s not quite sure. Either way, that wasn’t on the list.

They claim it’s because they saw him holding the Master Sword and they need him for something. Sky rolls his eyes in his head and sighs. They could have just asked.

Sky looks at the chains that they’ve kept on him. They’re frail. Borderline broken. He’s sure that he could break them just by pulling his wrist hard enough apart and then he’d be free.

But they haven’t hurt him yet. They haven’t even threatened him.

So admittedly, he’s curious.

Not to mention that Wolfie followed him there and they’re also holding him hostage. Sky feels a little more than disinclined to meander his way around the world.

He jangles the chains once more and looks at his captures. They’re not really paying attention to him. They’re looking through some old supply boxes that the old residents of this hideout had. Sky has a sneaking suspicion that they’re in the desert if the heat is anything to go by and that Wild would recognize this place should he show up.

Sky looks at Wolfie and sighs. “Alright. I’ll bite. Am I just supposed to sit here? Aren’t we your captives? Isn’t there a place where I should be held?”

“We haven’t finished exploring.” The dark fairy flutters around his head.

The young woman with the pink hair thinks about it and looks him up and down. She had a book and a silver staff with a teardrop crystal hanging from the tip of the crescent top. Sky wiggles nervously in his seat. He doesn’t trust that look. Why did he open his mouth?

She hums. “Well I supposed there would be cells here that could hold you.”

“I doubt that would be very comfortable.” The other one speaks. They’re… interesting. Sky doesn’t know what exactly to make of them. Other than that they scream magic user but for reasons Sky isn’t equipped to decode. They cloak billows around them as they adjust it on their shoulders- a long red feather hangs from their belt. It stirs something in Sky that he’s not sure he wants to explore just yet. To make matters worse, they refuse to look in the eye, let alone his face. They speak with their back to him. “It’s not like you would be able to run from here anyway.”

Sky’s eye twitches. He doubts they know his running abilities but hey.

The girl in pink shrugs and smiles his way. It’s infuriatingly nonchalant. “It’s a decent deal, really.”

Sky feels like he was thrown for a loop. Isn’t he a prisoner? A captive? Hostage? Shouldn’t he be in a cell? They’re really just going to let him have “free reign” around their base? He tries to speak but the words elude him. “Should…. You all…Aren’t we your prisoners?”

The one pink waves him off with her other hand over her heart. “Oh no. Much too bleak. Unwilling audience is better.”

The other two seem to agree with her. She grins and moves to pet Wolfie. He doesn’t look amused but he makes no moves to stop her. The action delights her. “Right sweet boy?”

Sky feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He sits further back on the box behind him. He stares at the three of them, willing something to happen where they seem more villainous so he can attack and escape with a clean conscience.

They make no such moves.

He takes a deep breath, hangs his head for a second in defeat and looks up at them again. “So now what?”

The little dark fairy flutters around and faces him. “Good question.”

“We don’t know yet.”

Sky hangs his head again and face palms.

Wolfie sneezes and Sky reaches over to pet the top of his head.

The next few days are a bit of a blur.

He’s treated kindly for sure. He’s treated with respect and dignity. They answer his questions. They let him have his space. They let him explore.

They’re right, there’s no way he could get away in a place like this.

With time he gathers that they’ve felt the rip in time and space and have vowed to stop it by any means possible. They watched the group for a while and noticed the Master Sword and its power… and him. Who held onto it about ninety five percent of the time.

Which explains why he’s here.

He both admires them and is annoyed by them. They had a whole group formed for the same purpose. Why didn’t they just ask?

In fact, he’s going to ask them.

He finds the one with the dark fairy and tugs on their cloak.

They turn and scream.

Unexpecting this reaction, Sky jumps away and puts his hands up as best he can with the cuffs around his wrists.

They seem to recognize their strange reaction a moment afterwards. Before Sky can even get a word out to explain and demand more answers, they run away from him.

He gives chase.

“Hold on!” Sky calls out.

“No!”

His step falters. No? Who on earth do they think they are to just… run and not talk to him? Who’s the one being held captive here?

Sky has to pause for his breath and glares in the direction they disappeared off to. Ok. Fine. If they want to play this game, that’s fine by him.

#linked universe #linked universe x oc #linkeduniverse #lu sky

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