#《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》

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finally DONE with this now i can legally write this fucked up funky verse !!  i’ll make an infodump post about it very soon but throw your blorbos at funky missingno guy

#《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #my art. #just a guy! #eye strain / #blood / #just a little bit but to be safe

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small missingno!verse infodump to gather all my thoughts of it together

– emmet obtains missingno through a ‘slightly’ misinterpreted wish from a jirachi to get his brother back. 

– he starts exploiting the creature almost immediately, his final goal being a successful wormhole to hisui. this is a lot of trial and error, since missingno is not the most compliant being, nor the easiest to control. emmet can somewhat control these glitched out wormholes that it creates, but hasn’t succeeded yet in finding his brother. 

– over time, when traveling through the unnatural portals to visit different timelines and worlds in search of ingo, emmet becomes unconsciously bound to missingno. it starts altering his body, eventually giving him the ability to glitch himself through walls and small distances. this ability is also very erratic and difficult to control. sometimes he gets stuck into walls, or a random glitched out portal opens underneath him and whisks him into a random timeline.

– the altering is painful, and causes him frequent heavy nosebleeds, muscle aches, cracking joints, dislocated limbs, migraines and blackouts. the more he exploits missingno, the worse. he doesn’t care though, he’ll do whatever it takes to bring ingo back home. 

#《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #basically think vanellope from wreck it ralph #ofc i had to add that he's in constant pain because reasons #anyway YIPEEEEEE i'm so so so so so giddy with this

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“  while even my face has p̴͉̞̒̄̕e̸͔̞̲͓͉̒̀͑e̵̢͚̤͓͐̄͝l̸̺͍̈́e̷̜̪̭͆͊̉ḑ̷͔̻̼̌ ̷̰̭̓̎̽̔̅ō̵̢̘͇f̸̣̣̰͂̈́͗͝f̸̧͚̮̭̮̚ i don’t have legs that can move forward my broken right-arm traced m̷̙̱̠̥͛̿̓e̷̙̓m̴͚̀̊̓̓ó̴̧̳̬͇̙͌͌͂ŕ̶͚͖͛ḭ̶̧̳͚̗̔ë̸̤́̎̐̊͒ș̶͕͚͗͐̓͜ ̴̠̄͒̄͌o̶̡̢̹̙̒̑͘f̴̜̮͍̄̈́̐͝ ̷̨̘̻͉̹͒ț̷̬̺͉̄͐h̸̠̓̔̒̚̕a̶̬̙͊̈́̕͘t̴̢̩̲̰͇̀ ̸͙̪̙̊̽̄t̸̪̺̏̇i̷̩̎̓̾̒́m̶̡͉̤̤͚̑͗ẹ̴̰͇̺̹̏̽̕͘ in the resounding noise my memories are d̶̫̊̄̆i̸̦͒s̴̻̩̓͒̍́a̷͚͐ͅp̶̨͖͚͓̐͑p̷̧̥͎̽́͋͘̚e̸͇̔̓̾͘ḁ̶̛̥̰̗̌̕̚͠ŗ̷͍̻̟͊į̶͈̘̺̀͐́̚ņ̵̛͕͔͐͒̇ģ̵͖̳͖̆̆̃̀  ”

#《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #now i have fucked up thoughts bc that song!!!!!!!

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"JESUS CHRIST--?!?" (for your glitchboy)

          “  john! i finally found your station. you have no idea how verrrrrry hard it is to navigate with these things,  ”  he points towards the unstable rift behind him just before it closes with a sound of a wavering static. emmet leaps towards his friends for an immediate tackling hug, but pauses before he can reach the other.  “  oops. just a second,  ”  he grabs his limp arm, twisting the bone back in place with a loud crack, a hand going up to wipe the blood that keeps pooling from his nose.  “  sorrrrrry! i don't wanna get any of this on your coooool uniform.  ”

@turnecoat

#turnecoat #《 asks. 》 #《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #YOU #ALWAYS ENCOURAGING THE MADNESS #:ratgrabs: #blood /

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Sir please stop getting yourself stuck in the walls.

          “  hmmmmm. i rrrrreally thought it would work this time,  ”  how many walls has alex had to saw through or break just to get emmet out of a pickle he so clearly got himself in willingly? he’d stopped counting after the 7th.  but using doors is such a waste of precious work time.  he tugs on his arm, making sure that yes – it’s very much stuck and not budging.  “  it’s fine! maybe i can get myself out. i just do it the same way. but reverse.  ”

@willedwoods​

#willedwoods #《 asks. 》 #《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #alex you're his only braincell

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Oh, was he talking to them? They blinked, trying to recall the words. "Miss... Ingno..." A few more blinks. He said it with a weird pause in the middle, like it was two words. Hm! Maybe it was just part of his accent! "Okay!" They poofed a pokeball into the air in front of him and handed it over with an expectant little cat-like smile. -mythemons (jumanji jirachi <3 literaly not a new idea whatsoever but im still obsessed with it. hands u missingno hands u missingno hands u missingno hands u missingno hands u m )

          finally. finally. finally. he's found it. the wishmaker. the ancient being talked about in ancient hoennian legends. it had been a slim chance to grasp on to begin with. emmet isn't sure whether this will be his final stop, as he is well aware of the finicky nature of these things. but he doesn't care what it takes. if there's even a sliver of a chance, he'll take it. he can't go on like this anymore. broken beyond repair, working on ATO, a walking corpse frozen in its tracks with a gaping emptiness in his chest. it's all there to remind him of this miserable state of existence.

          you lost him. you lost him.

          trembling hands clasped into a form of a prayer, he's knelt before the mythical being, tear-filled eyes squeezed tightly shut as he speaks his desperate wish. repeats it over and over like a broken mantra until he's choking up into tears.  please. please. please.  don’t let all of this to have been for nothing.

          and he finally gathers enough courage to open his eyes again, his blurry vision slowly making the sight before him more clear.  a pokéball?  emmet feels his insides twisting, a rage brewing in the bottom of his stomach. is it mocking him? it takes every bit of his barely held together self-control not to grab the being by the throat. he didn't come all this way only to be made fun of.

          instead, he reaches to take the pokéball in his still trembling hands, staring down at it with glazed, unblinking eyes. without thinking any further, he lets it open with a flash of bright light. the surrounding forest seems to distort as the being comes into view.  his eyes widen.  a memory slams itself back into his mind. he remembers a single page of an old book of kantonian myths.

           he knows this creature.

@mythemons

#mythemons #《 asks. 》 #《 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 – ic. 》 #but also #《 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 – glitchingno. 》 #fanon has made it funny and i was like what if sad #icb emmet almost throttled a fairy just now