#there's a lot here i apologise

[violet-fire-cat]

Week 2 of @shepscapades Hermit design event! I went with the video game swap 'cos I thought it'd be fun. I wanted to do something Pokemon related but just giving a Hermit a new outfit and a couple pokeballs felt too easy. Then I remembered I'd been playing Legends Arceus again a few weeks ago and came up with this instead!

So! Here we have Etho and Bdubs as members of Hisui's Diamond and Pearl clans! This was super fun and I had a great time drawing them in these outfits!

But now if you've played Legends Arceus you're probably thinking. 'Hey Violet, a major point of that game is that the two clans don't like each other, why are they holding hands?' Well my friend, let me explain (under the read more, I wrote a lot whoops)!

Whilst out exploring Etho is attacked and knocked unconcious by wild pokemon. He's found and brought to safety by Bdubs, who patches him up the best he can. When he wakes up Etho is a little alarmed that he was found by someone from the Diamond Clan, but Bdubs is friendly and not trying to hurt him further. They are a little uneasy around each other at first, but slowly start to relax whilst Etho recovers from his injuries.

The attack damaged Etho's left eye and Bdubs wasn't able to save it, leaving him mostly blind in one eye now, but Etho is nothing if not adaptable. Once he's well enough he thanks Bdubs and makes his way home, neither of them expect to see each other again.

It doesn't last though. They cross paths again a few times whilst out and about and gradually they become friends. They get along well, Etho likes to study pokemon (from afar, preferably) and talks to Bdubs about the things he's seen. Whilst Bdubs teaches him what herbs and plants can be used for medicine in any given area. Slowly that friendship becomes a little more... Forbidden love between two rival clans. They can't tell anyone and have to keep their meet-ups secret, but it's fine! They can manage!

The one thing they don't agree on is almighty Sinnoh but perhaps that's to be expected. Etho will occasionally bring up the subject though, simply because listening to Bdubs rant about how almighty Sinnoh is absolutely a god of time, Etho, not space!, is incredibly entertaining, even if he is wrong.

[lovemkx]

Miles Kane with fans.

pictures from the past 3/4 days

[not-a-cheese-thief]

I swear Sam Seaborn gets more autistic every time I watch the damn show

[bbreaddog]

Rereading rwrb except I’m annotating it this time

HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT WITH A Z.

[echojedis]

How do people do OCs, I can never get them to click properly

[wild-at-mind]

In all seriousness, when I was in my 20s I spent way too much time reading tumblr and trying to figure out the right opinions to have on everything. It was pretty soul destroying now that I look back.

[mul71v3r53-is]

It's Inktobertale 2023 Day 1 Baybeee!!!

Ink belongs to @comyet

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

PJ belongs to @7goodangel

(Close ups under the cut)

[ozzieinspacetime]

I love you characters who have lost their identities I love you characters who only serve as gateways between the mortal and immortal I love you Toys I love you Clowns I love you Monsters I love you people who died cold and lonely and searching for something else or better I love you people with blind faith and trust I love you people with warped morals I love you characters who were never anyone at all and are still searching for names I love you characters who are extentions of Creatures and Things(TM) I love you horrifically traumatised characters I love you I love you I love you

[60inchyugiohheadcanons]

On Jōnouchi's ADHD (1.39k words)

This headcanon is probably the longest on this blog; it's some compiled thoughts on how growing up with (undiagnosed) ADHD has affected Jōnouchi. It's halfway between headcanon and fanfiction piece, and was requested by @bloodyscott, whom I kept waiting for too long for a response. I apologise sincerely for the delay.

This headcanon begins below the cut, as it's obscenely long. You may find it more comfortable to read this from the blog page, or on Archive of Our Own (NOTE: tumblr is acting strange. To access the page, copy the link and manually remove the href.li portion and the second https), rather than on your dashboard/search, in terms of formatting and such.

From infancy, Jōnouchi wailed his way out of his crib, out of his room, out of his house—as a baby, he thrashed towards whatever freedom he could find. He loathed the four walls of the crib; he'd scarce room to move. A skin infection brought him, aged 4, to hospital, and the very sight of overrun grey plastic seats and skinny cubicles exhausted him more than his illness had ever threatened to.

In primary school, others’ desks would blend together in a whir. Here he was, stuck, dizzyingly sedentary—the longer he sat, the foggier the world seemed to grow. When he kicked and whined at other children throughout electric lunch breaks, and they shrank from his vitality, he learned to eat alone. As his peers trudged from class in packs, watching the pavement, he sat, sullen, as his father drove him home. Somehow, Katsuhiro had never trusted him not to lose himself in chasing his surrounds. The fabric of the car seat would bite into his shorts, and he’d squirm for the window, squealing towards the noise outside: Birds that cawed; scraps of paper that fluttered and choked on smog. That was a fragile era, when his mother still waited, with dry hands and chipped nails, at home. When his father already stank of beer, but still spoke loudly, deeply, boisterously. Again and again, Jōnouchi’s mother would sit her son down, and write his name, stroke by agonising stroke. She’d recite each mora in time with each character. Yet sound would cluster through his head, and his own name would dissolve amid his mother’s instructions, amid the blaze of sunlight trapped on the windowsill behind her. He would write, and the strokes would come out rushed, mis-ordered, lopsided. 

Iro wa nioedo 

chirinuru wo.

At 10, his father grew quiet, and his mother yet quieter. Silence took up like a plague in Jōnouchi’s head, and swarmed in shapeless formation throughout parched mathematics lessons. Times tables hurled themselves headlong into a skull full of fog, and burst on contact. Are you listening? a teacher asked. How could he listen with a head full of noise, of unspoken words billowing back and forth? He gripped his seat, and glared back. Why should I care, anyway?

When his mother left, his father stopped caring to chaperone him. It had taken Jōnouchi a decade to earn the right to shed his infancy. He resented that it had been this long, so tried to join the huddle of middle schoolers. He told odd stories, and took off, queasy, in front of them. They withdrew their smiles when he approached on the second day. He growled his plaint, and resentment drove him to take the opposite route. He explored back alleys, wallflower convenience stores and dilapidated cinemas; the faster he walked, the more clearly he could see each brick, and the brighter each fleck in the pavement glinted. At speed, he delayed the journey home, and set his eyes on a gorgeous early winter sunset. The colours bellowed, too bold for winter, ungainly and vain. They were glorious.

Jōnouchi came home late. His father glared; fog crashed back down on his shoulders. 

Wa ga yo tare zo 

tsune naran?

A week before she cleared out too few of Katsuhiro’s belongings and packed too few suitcases, Jōnouchi’s mother drove both children two miles to the optometrist. My son, she explained, reads slowly, yet resents reading; it seems he can’t see very well. My daughter’s sight seems clearer, yet she complains of pain. The optometrist forced Jōnouchi to read down a chart of letters; he fidgeted, and, consumed in memories of a lonely lunch break the day prior, passed with flying colours. When the optometrist flashed a light to photograph his eyes, whatever hideous miracle that was, Jōnouchi screamed.

Katsuya Jōnouchi, the optometrist surmised, had perfect acuity of sight. He sought attention, stimulation. Meanwhile, Shizuka Jōnouchi, who had sat entirely still throughout her examination, had more ragged, derelict peripheral vision than her family had anticipated. Untreated, both your children will get much worse.

And in the months after Shizuka Jōnouchi became Shizuka Kawai and Mrs. Jōnouchi became That Bitch Who Never Cared, Katsuya Jōnouchi became horribly aware of how little time he had to be lethargic. He had to survive this schism; yet as he was, he barely felt capable of thinking. He walked, fidgeted, paced to prove to himself that he was a moving, breathing organism. Yet his father’s frustration would brook no exuberance. Long before Katsuhiro fully committed to flinging glass and spurning his son’s misery, Jōnouchi began learning to move silently, slowly, around his father. He memorised which mats snapped and snagged, which bits of fabric hissed when stepped on. He noted which windows opened most quietly. And yet he never managed a perfect, quiet exit. He couldn’t help but be conspicuous; he could only hope to get out too quickly for his father to react. And, to lift the torpor that followed escape, he would run to school, and, after, run back. Never did the sun shine brighter than when he was moving.

Uwi no okuyama

kyou koete.

When he met Hirutani, did he become more violent? No; every punch he threw during his delinquency had waited, kinetic and desperate, for days, months, years. In classrooms, his sole responses to being ordered around had been sullen deference, with sullenness being his sole demonstration of rebellion. Now, threatened with the obsolescence of his ego, of his perceived freedom, he chained himself to violence, over and over. The first time he punched a man in the gut, he found himself shaking. And rather than sink into sallow, domestic remorse, he slathered himself in white rage. And he went back and he went back and he went back, helpless to his own instincts, trying to dredge the noise in his skull out through his fists. No matter how many punches he threw, and no matter how many he received, he could not stop his head from blazing anew the moment he walked away.

Did Duel Monsters afford him any peace? He would be no man’s losing dog; nor would he be confined to dull celebrity. To play as a strategist consigned him to sitting still, committing himself to gambits he could never entirely trust, to moves that demanded a clear head. To play too whimsically would doom him to inferiority. Thus, he gave half his heart to diligence, and half to sheer fortune. Nobody could idolise his kind of folly, nor devalue his kind of skill. This was Jōnouchi’s will—to eschew having to wait in the mire of expectation; to escape the fog of obligation to anyone’s morals but his own. Honour suited him, so long as it was on his meticulous terms. In games of Duel Monsters, he became a knight-errant of sorts: predictably unpredictable, unexpectedly canny, blindly faithful. With this relationship to his own fate laid out so, he could finally draw cards without fearing those next to come. And thus, hyperkinetic, he found a peace in the game. So he played and played until he forgot how long he’d been playing, and Duel Monsters became as second nature.

Asaki yume miji

ei mo suzu.

Two weeks before Jōnouchi’s graduation, Shizuka invited him to her place to dine. Their father was not to join them. Jōnouchi protested, and his desperation died in a pinprick throat. Wisteria spilled itself over the footpath. Each step threatened to plunge, vertiginous, to the ground. 

When Jōnouchi saw his mother, his throat turned to sandpaper. She looked so old.

You cried so much as a baby, she told him. Kicked and screamed to see the world. You weren’t comfortable waiting in your crib—I’d end up coming to you at 4AM, walking you around the perimeter of the house till my heels burned. And you seemed so afraid of all the noises of the night—groaning engines, singing birds. Now, look at you—you’ve grown up so terribly fast.

Could he afford to tell her how even now, he bit down the urge to kick and scream, to launch himself, all fists and sparks, onto his tormentors? No; so, all night, he gripped his glass as tight as he could. The cold lingered and itched on his palms for days. Holding onto things, it seemed, was not so difficult as he’d once believed.

[inhidingxoxo3637]

🗺🐐⭐️ for the motogp ask game

Thank u 4 de questions pookie

As I already answered all the questions I will give my second opinions on them >:)))

!!!!!!!! This post has very long tags b warned!!!!!!

🗺️ fav circuit (og answer Lusail+Philip Island)

I know it's 50/50 as to whether the race gets gapped and is boring but I do adore Aragon <33333 it held my fav 2020 rounds and ofc in 2022 Acosta won the M2 race there <3

🐐 GOAT rider (og answer; objectively Rossi but I think Stoner was a bit mental too)

Don't have a new answer but I want to say Jeremy Burgess [[a mechanic who worked w Wayne Gardner big man Doohan and ofc Rossi]] was a beast !!! I'm biased BC my dad absolutely adores him but I genuinely believe without him Rossi wouldn't have been as successful as he ended up being !

⭐ fav world champion (og answer; Mir)

My top fav riders are Mir n Acosta n they are both WDC's I could say loads about their titles but nothing actually worth reading so I shall talk about Mr F.Bag : F.Bag's title was so wonderful??? Breaking records and being the first non Japanese manufacturer rider to win a title in MotoGP for FIFTEEN (15!!!) Years????? Love to see it!!

Also not to sound like a loser on main but I do like listening to Omen by The Prodigy n think about everything Stoner+Pecco's titles !!

[hella1975]

im being so serious besties i am not cut out for academia

[mushroom-for-art]

Syn has been living in my head rent free so he gets put in situations, situations being going to a nice café apparently and chatting with another shadow mewtwo, hope this is okay @seasidemew also Pikkot and the concept of Stardust Café belongs to @spikyegg!

Business was steady within multiverse Stardust café, Pokémon filed in and out most ordering their treats to go as they continued on their journey through the possibilities while some chose to stay and take a seat, taking a moment to relax within the calm aromatic atmosphere of the shop, freshly baked treats and breads steamed creating a delicious scent with carefully crafted teas to suit. The customers chatted at their tables to those they'd never even met before from entirely different worlds all taking the time to enjoy the delicacies lovingly baked by Pikkot in the kitchen, strangers exchanged cakes and brownies to each other in warmth as for a time a great sense of community was created within the room.

Due to the boundaries of this space within and between universes synergy corrupt individuals found that they quickly mellowed out as the behaviours of seeking more power were impossible in this environment and yet being in this bubble outside of worlds kept them appeased allowing many to return to an almost rational state. Though the many customers still exercised an air of caution about the two dark hued genetic Pokémon that were chatting up a storm at one of the tables, creating a noticeable area of empty seats. The taller, lighter gray hued of the two laughed into his hand as his tail idly swayed the end glowing brightly as it brushed across the floor. The more dark blue gray hued one with bright glowing crackles of energy flashing over her skin continued moving her hands in flourish as she told her story, her tail tip flicked in engagement though rested on a stool rather than laying on the floor like her companion's due to the bright shining and incredibly sharp crystal fused into the tip of her tail.

"Of course I wasn't going to let such a cheap tactic fly, while I understand it from a battle strategy point of view my way of seeing it is, if one is going to execute some cheap trick you need to be sure you can follow through, use it to your advantage to strike an ending blow and win, otherwise you're just gonna piss me off," she laughed a bit of an empty cruel laugh her tail swaying near the base which didn't quite reach the end, "well, I say that is if the miserable little creature had any real chance of winning." Her hand moved, rolling her wrist to flourish with her hand once more, "not to brag or anything." Her tone not matching her statement.

"I will give them the fact they managed to create a mark," her finger touched over a small scar on her forearm tapping it before turning her arm in examination, "not that it's that noticeable, well not noticeable to normal people at least but noticeable to champions," her mouth turned into a grin and although she showed teeth it was playful as her tone complimented casually. Her companion smirked as he raised a brow before relaxing into a chuckle.

"Complimenting me won't make me reconsider my evaluation on how much of a threat you might be," though they watched each other with equal caution there was a level of ease and playfulness to his tone, "but it does boost my ego." She tutted.

"Arceus in heaven above we can't be having that," she remarked playfully. She leant back casually in her chair in a half stretch as he turned from the waist to look around the café casually at hearing the bell on the door chime, he regarded the Bisharp with little interest turning back to sitting forward. There was a softer chime from the order up bell as a short, glasses wearing orange tailed mewtwo collected the plates of cakes and other confectioneries along with the two teacups and a specially chosen tea brewed in a teapot to compliment the taste buds. As they walked around the front desk carefully holding the tray in their hands the Bisharp moved backwards in a deliberate fast beat that saw their foot standing directly on one of the mewtwos toes and their bladed body roughly knocking into them also as the mewtwo staggered from surprise and no doubt pain. Their momentum saw them side stepping before they steadied and slowed the tray still balanced and no treats lost or tea spilt as they sighed in relief.

The Bisharp barked some remark about watching where you're going to the Mewtwo as they continued forward, keeping their head down before arriving at the table of the shadow Pokémon without further incident. Carefully they took the plates from the tray placing them on the table along with the teacups and pot, the lighter one, Syn glanced over the food that had been delivered and brought his eyes over to glance at the other mewtwo, short for mewtwo standards for sure with a short tail to boot, a bump in the chest piece that would indicate a mega stone along with some noticeable scarring around the region. His eyes glanced at the cuts made in their side that were starting to slowly bleed.

"That looked like it hurt," he commented casually as they put down the last of the tables order, he watched them move their shoulder and arm to look at the cuts and frown to themselves.

"aah drat…I guess it did," the mewtwo who he realized was a female spoke from their mouth, "could've been worse though, so glad it wasn't." Her tone was infectiously positive and a bit on the loud side."Pikkots gonna end up making a first aid wall of shame for me though at this rate," she laughs in an easy manner, "well I hope you both enjoy, and Darkness don't cause any trouble."

The darker mewtwo made something of a bleh sound in response as the orange two walked back to the kitchen to go receive first aid for their cuts, giving the bisharp an incredibly wide berth.

Syn made a soft laugh, "I still can't believe you settled on Darkness as your name."

"Oh yea sure Mr Syn-ergy crystal, I was young I'd only had this body what 3 minutes when I made that choice, I'm looking into experimenting with a new name ya jerk." Her tone was easy though as he chuckled picking out a treat to try from the selection, dramatically hovering his hand above the plates twirling his finger.

"So, how do you know that other mewtwo? Didn't strike me as the type of person you'd hang out with."

Darkness took a macaron and popped it in her mouth happily enjoying the texture and flavor on her tongue with a satisfied hum before speaking with projected telepathy, "she's not, that was May she's," she paused struggling for words rolling her wrist in a few circles before uncertainly settling on, "she was my first suitable host that survived having me implanted into them, and she's the horrid creature that mutually corrupted me as I corrupted her." She made a noise, "and I suppose now in this body I'm technically her clone sibling as I had to use her genetic sequencing to create this absolute form of perfection." She gestures to herself proudly in emphasis, "I blame the unique situation of our corruption for my, difficulties now with taking over another host. Luckily this body suits me quite nicely." She shrugged casually lifting the teapot carefully with psychic energy and pouring the tea into one of the available cups, she glanced with her eyes and motioned with her head and Syn moved his cup to motion that yes he would like a cup too.

"You must be fibbing," he brought the cup to his lips to take a drink before biting into a cupcake, he continued telepathically, "she's hardly a viable host? I haven't seen her use any Psychic powers, she walks around mouth talks and carries things in her hands plus she let that Bisharp get away with bullying her, she seems too soft to survive a corruption event. And there's no way you're cloned from her, she's all small and cute looking and you're well," he gestures vaguely, "you're designer."

"Good save with that one," She chuckled "and you're telling me, I am well aware of the state of her," Darkness sighed a bit turning a cupcake between her fingers, "she's, something, she's annoying weak and placid but it took me years to wear her down enough to take over, I was implanted before she was even technically full grown or officially born. It's embarrassing to think how long she prevented me for, but I suppose admirable in a weird way. I have a bit more of an appreciation for her now that I'm, more organic, urg semantics." She bit into the cupcake aggressively with a frustrated huff at her display of emotions.

He raised a brow at her, "it took years to possess her? And what happened when you finally succeeded?" he leant his elbow on the table leaning in a bit to hear more, he was a bit surprised in all honesty wondering what that meant for the power this May had to remain herself for so long.

"When I finally was able to take control I found a strange amount of potential within her, I found when used by the right person, myself of course, she could be incredibly powerful and dangerous. She was strong and I'll admit I was shocked at how well she took hits. Though I decided partly from vainness and partly from the fact I resented her at the time that she was inadequate even with her potential and decided to find the perfect vessel which led to having to clone and make the perfect body myself. I have to do all the hard work around here." She chuckled to herself.

"I'll admit though, I do worry about what she'd be like under the effects of an unaltered synergy crystal, no ideas mister," She lazily pointed a finger at him in accusation as he put his hands up in mock surrender pondering what would happen if he extended his corruption to her.

"I can see your face thinking, it could be your funeral." Darkness shrugged idly before smiling a bit as she chuckled to herself pointing with her thumb at a different mewtwo of a red pink hue and many discoloration patterns wearing a prosthetic on one arm and using psychic energy to recreate the other to make up for not having actual arms below the elbow and higher on one arm and a more pointed tail, "it also means I'm related to that fool over there another clone not made by me, if I have to put up with them at least I get free entertainment." She laughed a bit but Syn could see a bit of softness to her as she watched the other mewtwo flirting away to some male customers.

The orange mewtwo May returned from wherever she'd gone sporting some plasters and bandages carrying trays and deliveries out to people once again. "So, that scar on her chest was-?"

"That's from me yes," Darkness casually answered before he could finish as she touched the jagged crystal growing out of her chest, "burst out of her when I finally took over, was incredibly painstaking making sure I got every piece out of her when I transfered into this form, I'm amazed I can still mega evolve with the mewtonite in such a state." She moved her tail, lifting it to show off the sharp crystal on the end like a blade, "this was all home grown however, carefully shaped and added."

"You grew synergy crystal?" Syn asked intrigued as she started to tell him about the process of successfully managing to grow and farm synergy crystal and how to encourage the crystals to grow a certain way.

Syn continued to glance over at the other customers as they discussed in lengths the process of crystal growing. He would watch the other mewtwos as well, some from many other universes arrived and he observed and mentally categorized them. Most of them looked like easy pickings, others looked like very filling meals. At some point Darkness as sneakily as possible opened a jar of gherkins, he accepted one to try in confusion to why she brought them to a sweetie café watching her bite into a cupcake and then a gherkin. He could faintly hear Pikkot in the kitchen gasp in absolute horror as though sensing someone was committing crimes against his baking as Syn could only stare in bafflement.

"Not pregnant are you, dear Darkness?" He smirked playfully in mock as he looked at her and she looked back at him, with the silence becoming just a touch deafening.

"Look-" She began before there was an incredibly loud clattering of metal trays and the scraping of a chair rapidly sliding across the floor before clattering over loudly. It distracted both the shadow Pokémon enough to look over at the drama.

The bisharp from before was stood with their table and chair thrown about and trays scattered across the floor. The red pink hued mewtwo apparently called Matt had his arms to his chest in startled protective reflex as he stood near the trouble making Pokémon.

"Look I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, that is completely unacceptable! Like look at this mess man, I'm gonna have to pick this all up!" Matt threw up his arms in an exaggerated fashion at his frustration at the mess. The Bisharp eyed Matt up as it moved slowly stalking to the side like some predator eyeing up its prey. The other customers quickly moved to be as far away as they could to be out of the danger zone.

"Woah.. Woah hey now..dont like how you're looking at me..you wouldn't attack a guy with no arms would ya?" Matt turned on his feet following the prowling Bisharp not letting it get behind him and quickly yelping as it decided to lunge with Matt promptly half throwing himself to the side out the way yelling, "NEVER MIND I GUESS YOU WOULD."

He slipped on some smooshed cake as he attempted to scramble away from the danger, Syn almost wondered if he should step in if only for the thrill of a fight. He moved to stand and felt Darkness grab his forearm with a quiet, "hold on I wanna see what happens," as he gave her a confused look wondering why she was preventing probably the only competent person from stepping in to help her supposed brother.

The Bisharp swung their arm to slash with intent to cause serious injury before it's body froze in place, a thin shimmering white outline could be seen around their body as May stepped out from the kitchen with a cold expression, her eyes completely white. Despite the psychic energy rolling off of her in waves picking up the scattered chairs and tables scooping up squished cake and generally tidying up she didn't float, her arms carefully wrapped under Matts to pull him up as he moved to very quickly duck behind his furious sister.

She looked around the restaurant scanning over to make sure that no one else was hurt and nothing else needed fixing as the Bisharp made a grunt of effort as they attempted to break free of the psychic restraint, her head snapping to look at them at the sound.

She stared at them, tail swishing up and down as the metal blade on their arm began to quietly rattle and with a crack the metal shattered and they dropped to the floor at the sudden release.

The bisharp wailed at the destruction of their blade and there was no sympathy on her face as they stumbled holding their injured arm that hung limp with the pain having more than just a damaged pride as they fled out the door. Her eyes remained aglow watching after them, undoubtedly aware that with a damaged blade the social position of that bisharp was now ruined, that they would likely lose their pack and struggle to hunt, and there was still no sympathy on her face as she blinked and her eyes returned to normal.

"Boooo you should've killed him," Darkness hollered as other customers looked at her in horror at her suggestion as she simply smirked and shrugged. May shook her head checking over her brother asking if he was hurt before sweeping up the scattered metal shards off the floor and moving to apologize to the nearby customers for the actions she just took.

"What just happened.." Syn glanced at Darkness in bewilderment but also in slight awe at the casual brutality he just witnessed.

"I told you, Mays got potential but for some reason she can use her powers to protect other people and not herself and when she does use her powers? Well you saw what happened. Again, no ideas mister I don't wanna see her as a shadow version of her."

"Of course," he spoke glancing over as May went back to work, "I wouldn't dream of it." He lied casually.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

What a surprise, it’s another au post!

This is my “Neon Souls AU” and it’s just a little fun au that I came up with out of the blue one day and really liked it, so made some doodle pages!! I wasn’t sure if I would post these, but I thought hey why not :)

I added some colour bc it just helped to visualise where the things were and the whole feel of it, but I shall give more info about this au in the form of a few rambly notes!

Info about the au + typed up version of my writing in case my handwritings a lil unclear:

Afo manufactured a way for himself to live for a long time (ofc) and in the meantime he created a formula that allowed humans to possess incredible abilities (as well as being controlled by him) and it mixed with humans blood and manifests in different ways, causing the blood to turn vibrant colours (the colours don’t mean anything but they’re different for each person)

Afo manufactured a way for himself to live for a long time (ofc) and in the meantime he created a formula that allowed humans to possess incredible abilities (as well as being controlled by him) and it mixed with humans blood and manifests in different ways, causing the blood to turn vibrant colours (the colours don’t mean anything but they’re different for each person)

Most human bodies could only last so long with it, but after a while, humans started to evolve - their bodies developing “soul markings” that harness the majority of the formula, which people were now being born with. The more markings, the more strong the person and capacity of the formula that they have in their bloodstream

Markings on the hands and feet are called “interactive markings” and those with them, possess the amazing ability to run/glide/move within the atmosphere of the city using simply their hands or feet. No one knows why or how this happens, but it means those with either or both types of markings, are usually very powerful.

A sport was made up called “sky racing” and basically, all those who had the ability could take part in racing and fighting their way around the city and different arenas, through the sky. (So those who can glide or run through the atmosphere) but it’s a rlly dangerous sport and a lot of people die by falling, getting attacked, sabotaged by afo if he gets bored, different factors playing in.

Behind all of this, there is a secret, which all or most skyracers are participating in and that is a revolution to overthrow afo. And researching into all the things he does/dodgy experiments/weird formulas and his “soulless soldiers” (ppl who were born without markings or the formula)

There are different headquarters. The biggest being UA. On the outside seems to be a skyracing hq that houses and trains skyracers, but deep down they’re working with the “Skyracing commission” to do research into afo and set up the revolution.

Most skyracers have multiple jobs/occupations. For example:

Shinya is a popular skyracer, however for the hq he is the head of medical research, a lead scientist in the development for the formula to take down afo, and investigator into his true doings.

Tsunagu is also a popular skyracer, but for the hq he is the head of research into the formula™️, a private instructor for skyracing/training for the revolution, and the lead investigator into afos antics.

There’s also a sort of “soulmate” aspect in this au!! But it takes more in the form of, some people are born missing a certain part of their life (sight, seeing colour, voice, hearing, etc) and only once they have met their other person, and make physical contact with their markings, they gain the thing they missed and it becomes the colour of the person that gave it to them!!!

(For example for these two, they both had one eye that didn’t work, and once bonded, the colour of that eye became each other’s soul colour)

Not everyone has a “soul bond” however those who do, are usually said to have a very strange boost in power once meeting their other half.

Also, once bonded, if making physical contact with the others marking, the marking will turn the colour of their bond colour (so usually the colour that is made from the two colours) and will last like that for a few minutes.

Though still human, everyone ended up being treated more like robots. Since their bodies became more like that.

That’s all for the random bits of information and context behind the world of this au, but yeah!! If there’s questions feel free to ask as always :)

Also. Writing for the images if you can’t read my handwriting:

((Tsunagu Hakamata

Soul colour: light blue - green

Formula percentage - 80% very high

Interactive markings - dual: hands + feet

Defects present at birth - half senses broken, left eye unresponsive, missing lung

Defects fixed - senses reformed, left eye reformed, lung replaced

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Occupation - Head of research for HQ, Private instructor, Lead investigator into [Redacted], Top ranking skyracer

Affiliation - UA Headquarters

Alias - [Skyracing] Best Jeanist

Soul Bonded - Positive 100% - True Bond

Soul bond alias - Shinya Kamihara

Bond colour - violet

- defects fixed via bond - ))

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((Shinya Kamihara

Soul colour: red - pink

Formula percentage - 76% very high

Interactive markings - dual: hands + feet

Defects present at birth - half senses broken, right eye unresponsive, faulty heart

Defects fixed - senses reformed, right eye reformed, heart repaired

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Occupation - Head of medical research, Lead scientist for HQ, Investigator for [Redacted], Top ranking skyracer

Affiliation - UA Headquarters

Alias - [Skyracing] Edgeshot

Soul Bonded - Positive 100% - True Bond

Soul bond alias - Tsunagu Hakamata

Bond colour - violet

- defects fixed via bond - ))

[araedi]

// Just another lil update! Been snowed under with beginning college again (which is a very intensive commitment) and prepping for surgery on the 17th, so time's running away with me!

I'm slowly chipping away at getting things piled in drafts so if there are any threads really vibing with you atm please feel free to ask me to add them to my to-do list! always feels extra nice knowing people are stoked for certain things :D

As ever thank all of y'all for being so patient with me you're all the best I love ya tons <333

[cerise-on-top]

Ok I have another request about the swap au . So imagine until they find a way out they decided to know about each other but the both the batter thinks it's unnecessary since they are pretty much the same (they mostly don't want them to share embarrassing moment) . That didn't stop them and then it surprised the batter that how same yet different they can be

(some ideas I have)

Swap Y/N: so this one time where we met Enoch and are in a battle. I knew we can't beat him now we need to run but before I can suggest that puro went and starting to attack him with his tiny as bat . I had to carry him like a sack potatoe to escape

Y/N: (laughing while imagining that ) omg

Swap Batter: (embarrassed)

Y/N: btw is Puro his name?

Swap Y/N: well yea ? Don't he told you

Y/N: nope I had to give him a name myself but zacharie ends up making pun out of it

Swap Y/N: what was the name ?

Y/N: sabatian which Zac says as sa bat ien

And swap batter was surprised to his puppet laugh

You can add some more embarrassing moment if you want I can't think of any

More Swap AU! Not gonna lie, whenever I hear "Swap AU" my first thought is the Undertale AU, but that's because I used to have a huge Undertale phase a long time ago! But here you go! I wasn't sure how to write this as a scenario, so I made it something like this instead ^^;

(Swap AU) Silly Swap Stories

Y/N: Well, would you believe me if I told you that one time Sabatian decided it would be a good idea to haggle with Zacharie himself while I was away? It went so well, we paid almost twice the normal amount of credits.

S!Y/N: Oh gosh, that’s probably something that’s happened to Puro as well! Wait! Wait! Have you ever had something like the spectres stealing Sabatian’s clothes happen!

Y/N: Nope, at least not yet!

S!Y/N: Oh lucky you, they actually stole Puro’s pants and he had to run after them to retrieve them. Of course, I had to help, but it was kind of hard when fighting a snicker, you know?Y/N: Oh I know exactly what you mean! You look at this being, that looks so intimidating, and then he can’t figure out how to eat a banana! Also, one time I whipped out my mobile phone to show him a funny may-may. Like a boomer, he took my phone from my hand, stared at that single image for a solid minute, looked me dead in the eye afterwards and had the gall to say: “My Player, what is this?” I was about to pee my pants laughing with the tone he said that in! This is the meme I showed him, by the way!

S!Y/N: Ah yes, a classic. You’re a person of culture as well, aren’t you?

Both Sabatian and Puro looked at their companions in surprise. While they had expected an exchange of information, this was not what they had in mind in the slightest. Though, claiming they did not enjoy the sight of their beloved Puppet and Puppeteer having fun, laughing as much as they had never before would be nothing short of a lie. As strange as it was to see the two of them have fun on behalf of their less serious moments, seeing the joy in their eyes was a sight to behold. As nice as listening in on their conversation was, the air surrounding the two batters was as awkward as it could get, with neither of them knowing what to say.

Finally, Puro turned to Sabatian, trying his best to make a conversation of his own: “It appears as though you are rather close with your partner.”

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

I agree with the last anon, you're quite the artist and it's not fair to yourself to say your art isn't good. I hope you keep drawing and if you do I'll keep following no matter what.

every time I got a wholesome message like this my heart goes Doki-Doki 🩷w🩷

and you’re right about that anon, i shouldn’t say something like that to my own art.. there are times I feel unsatisfied with it and doesn’t come out the way I wanted BUT I do have to admit I am still proud of what I can acomplish and though I know there's a lot of room for improvement, I know I did great. i’ll try to stay positive about my art after this i promise!