So after my anthro dog fighter catching not 1, not 2, but 3 people falling down a hole all at once(one with her hands, one the crook of her arms, and the last with her foot) the anthro cat wizard comments, “what’s with the dog pile?”
I love the pun campaign
PATHFINDER NIGHT PATHFINDER NIGHT IM AM PUMPED WOOOOO
I might blog the good stuff that happens bc this is a fun mini campaign that should be rife with puns and I’m all about puns.
Shhh. Just reblog with a ref. I will give them back later I promise.
(Also reblog THIS post and not someone else’s reblog to keep from dash stretching-kthx)
;>.>; please take Emote….
Letmis came from a Giratina OC back in my old days of rping on FFN on their crappy forums some 8 or so years ago. Going on 8 or 9 years now I think. Ahhh those were the good days. Thank god FFN deleted everything OTL
I had a different nickname back then that was shorted to CIAD or just C’ and I’m not going to tell a single soul what the long version was anymore because that username ought to be dead and buried. In a box. That is tucked into a safe. With chains. And then buried 12ft under in concrete. And I swear to god Issac and Maria and Copper that you better not reblog this with it or else
The or else is I’ll cry. ;v;
Anyhoo I went to go signup on DeviantArt and my go-to username of CIAD was taken! Now I’m not one to just tack numbers and other symbols on my usernames so I was just like, “well okay I guess I’ll be Letmis here since I really like her character.” And it pretty much became my back-up username for when CIAD was taken and let me tell you I have never run into a situation where Letmis was taken so it works out pretty well. Eventually End Run rolled around and nobody knew my other nicknames of CIAD or C’ and used Letmis so I just went with it and it kind of stuck for my art stuff art group presence.
TL;DR I go by C’ with my old friends, Letmis was adopted from an old pokemon OC, I use it as my art username
theorderofarceus asked:
Yes!! ;;;;v;;;; I figured there was no better fitting inspiration for a fortune version of the victory pokemon!
Hey, this post may contain adult content, so we’ve hidden it from public view.
Guess who’s buying 100+lbs of clay today?
Me!
Guess who’s not looking forward to carrying it into class 50lbs at a time?
Also me!
itsrichiebitch asked:
Okay so they are variations on the legendaries because why not and this got really long really quick. ;v;
First up is the Solar Mew!
They pretty much exist solely in outer space and spend their entire lifespans drifting about from star system to star system. It’s unknown if they originated from Earth and migrated out into universe where they developed into a distinct subspecies or if Earth mews are a settled population of solar mews. Nobody really knows.
Their existence was first brought to attention by high-res deepspace photographs in which small but incredibly luminescent mobile anomalies were detected. More dedicated photo searches showed that the anomalies were actually spacefaring mews!
These mews are constantly surrounded by a nimbus of their psychic power which is thought to filter the ambient radiation and provide protection from the vacuum of space. The energy that they are constantly extruding actively distorts their physical forms and makes it appear as if they are casting off fragments of themselves unless certain viewing filters are applied.
As of the moment two solar mew individuals have been identified and are being tracked remotely.
– attempt at scientific jargon aside-
They are are variant of mew that is highly energy based to the point where their psychic abilities are starting to bleed over into other energy types. There’s a whole bunch of them out there in the universe and they keep in touch with small psychic pulses that fold space for near instant travel. It’s more of a ding on a radar than actual communication.
They tend to have certain star systems that they prefer to drift around with each ‘lap’ of their territories taking about a good millenium or so to complete. Every so often a migrating solar mew comes through and crosses paths with the established mew though interactions are always peaceful and end with the traveler being accompanied to the far reaches of the system as they go on their way.
Occasionally a solar mew will stray towards the earth but never really come inside the solar system or approach the planet itself.
It could be that with their constant contact with each other that they are waiting for some kind of signal….
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Next is the Timewarp Celebi!
These guys tend to be bound to specific objects or locations. They never really come out of the fourth dimension and are more content to watch than ever really partake or interfere with the rest of the world. What catches their attention is pretty narrow in scope but that doesn’t mean much when one timewarp celebi can be completely dedicated to a single rock and follow it’s path from the individual atoms that formed it coming together to create it’s elemental components to it’s future as scattered grains of sand, with each grain being accounted for and monitored. There’s a time warp celebi for just about everything in existence which ultimately comes back down to infinite variations of a single entity. Consider them the secretaries and librarians of everything.
When they do pop out of the fourth dimension they age very rapidly before regressing just as quickly to their prime. This fluctuation in appearance can be rather unnerving to the unprepared. On their backs are not true wings but instead flower petals. Beyond this and their role in the grand scheme of things they are essentially regular celebis.
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Starbound Jirachi is next.
Another variant that is almost exclusively space dwelling. Space is cool yo.
So these jirachi are born within star and cocooned by psychic wrappings to protect them from the immense heat and pressure. They are released when their star dies and end up getting rocketed out into the universe by the explosion.
They are built to be the perfect receiver for collective consciousness and are attracted to sapiently populated worlds. Once they get within range they attach themselves to an iteration of the planet and feed from it, turning the collective wish for that world into reality. More often than not it doesn’t end well for the world in question.
After feeding the starbound jirachi will find an appropriate star to hibernate in before the process begins all over again. For each cycle completed the starbound jirachi gains a star on its mantle, and upon getting three can compress them into a jirachi seed to plant the core of a suitable star to give birth to a new starbound jirachi.
(ASK ME ABOUT THEM)
(In a follow up to my earlier bald wrinkle mew please enjoy a bald wrinkle mewloaf)
treenostalgia
forta-ver--watchmaker
Alien: So you’re saying that human brains sometimes just… malfunction? And see threats that aren’t really there?
Human: Yeah basically?
Alien: And then the human keeps living and doing things anyways???
Human: Yup
Alien: Woahhhhhh. Woahhhhh. Humans are badass.
Aliens would probably have fundamentally different responses to trauma than humans would,like- their brains. would be so fundamentally different. at a basic chemical and structural level we’d have to relearn everything, in this scenario the alien species is REALLY BAD at continuing to function with even a slightly impaired brain, and deals with it with LOTS OF BABIES, Oh yeah great grandpa died three years back when he got really surprised and WHAT DO YOU MEAN,THAT A HUMAN GOT STABBED THROUGH THE HEAD AND CONTINUED TO LIVE I DON’T BELIEVE YOU THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE, I bet they are all pregnant all the time and when they randomly die the baby eats their way out of the corpse, they are insectoid and look a lot like praying manti and they REALLY FREAK OUT THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENS, there is a sort of generational memory that happens which is how they managed to develop tech at all being so fragile, so when the creatures get depressed or homesick or manic and die it’s not like their human friends have lost them forever, except for how it sort of is, (via @songofsunset)
PLEASE IMAGINE THE FIRST TIME AN ALIEN HAS ONE OF THEIR HUMAN FRIENDS DIE
‘so hey, that was a great funeral, cool outfits, always glad to learn more about your culture and stuff. So, when is she coming back?’
‘She- she’s not coming back’
‘Yeah, not as Megan, but when is her replacement coming back?’
‘We’re- not hiring anyone new for a couple weeks???’
‘no no no, you’re not getting what I’m saying- I want to ask her about that book she lent me- can I keep it for another week or two, or does her new version want it back?’
The humans stare at the alien and just. slowly start to figure out what the alien is saying. The alien shuffles nervously, their six spindly legs making a skritching noise that echoes in the cold chapel. Finally, the kindest of the humans takes the alien aside and-
‘hey. so. Us humans don’t come back when we die. Not like you do.’
‘what? No, but you clearly talk about reincarnation, and-’
‘Those are just stories, Six. When humans die, we’re gone. We don’t come back.’
The alien laughs ‘No, see, cuz that would mean that- that would mean. That Megan- Megan is-’ The alien cuts off the hissing noise that is their equivalent of a sob. ‘I have to go.’
The alien spends a week in their spaceship, the only place they can send communication to their Mother. When they come back, their carapace is a glistening new shade of red, and they’ve ended up as a different gender. When the lab adviser asks them how they are feeling about Megan-
‘Megan? Oh, yes, my previous version was very fond of Megan.’ The alien cocks their head, like a particularly thoughtful bird. ‘I suppose that I regret her loss. She was a valuable member of the team.’
The lab adviser lets this be- they are aliens after all. But later, when lab hours are done, the adviser notices Six double and triple-checking all the lab equipment, especially- well. The accident that took Megan will never happen again.
The book is never returned.
Now imagine the flip side: Sevan finds out his human friend is due to have a baby in six months. Six months! He asks, and finds that no, there’s no way to delay a human birth. In six months, a new version of his friend will emerge. Will they still like space operas? What about visiting that smoothie place in quadrant 6? Will they even still want to be friends?
His friend asks him to be visit the baby, after it’s born. Of course, of course he will. It’s the least he can do. There’s always that vulnerable phase after birth when you haven’t got the hang of the new motor controls, and everyone needs a helping palp for the first few months.
The night he hears that the new baby has been born, he wails quietly and recites the qualities of his friend that he will miss the most.
Three days later, he gathers his resolve and knocks on the hatch of his friend’s place. Strangely, the access panel hasn’t been lowered - rude. He’ll make sure that’s one of the first things changed. His friends partner opens the door and lets him in and there - there is his friend,looking tired but well, a miniature copy of herself held in her arms. Imagine his joy when he finds out that not only will he get to spend longer with his current friend, but there will be another friend to get to know!
