Some consider this new world horrific.
For me it is a world of purity
full of pure creation that is limited only by my imagination.
A world whose very fabric I can shape but where can I go from here?
Oh hey, RE Village is 1 year old now! Matching icons for you and your worst sibling, I do like that camera unlockers on yt reveals that their reaction to each other is basically >:T and >8C
A Dark Souls-like game where the lore for a weapon gets less vague the more you upgrade it.
Broken Blade: A brittle sword. You can’t seem to let it go.
Unpolished Blade: A cherished weapon from ages past.
Polished Blade: You remember something.
Bride’s Blade: Your wife’s sword.
so this one time, I had a great idea for pokemon fic.
It was basically about this older gruff jaded trainer who finds a little kid wandering around the route, calling for his fearow. Like little tiny babby’s first time training trainer.
So he asks the kid ‘Yo kid, you lose your starter or somethin’?”
Kid: “Yeah, it’s my fearow, he flew off after some raticate and now I can’t find him.” Older trainer’s like goddamn, who gets a kid a fearow as a starter?
“Your parents uh get you that fearow?” Cause he’s gonna have some words with this kids parents if that’s the case. Kid’s still like looking in trees and bushes and shit.
“No, caught ‘em myself out by the powerplant, saved up and bought the greatball myself and everything!” Kid’s super proud of that, meanwhile the older trainer’s thinking, weird, there’s no fearow out by the power plant, meh, maybe one flew there by accident.
Long story short, it’s not a fearow. A storm front rolls in and the kid’s like, ‘welp, there’s my fearow. Finally.’ Older trainer gets the heart attack of his life when fucking zapdos lands next to this kid out of a goddamn thundercloud and starts preening little kid’s hair.
“That’s not a fearow.” Is the only thing older trainer can say.
“What are you blind or something mister?” Says the little kid. “He’s got the spiky fearow feathers and everything. I can’t believe you call yourself a trainer. Come on Fearow, let’s go find a real trainer to battle.”