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nguyenfinity · 1 year

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Enstars Pokémon HCs (that I may or may not draw??) This is quite a long list so I’ll put it under a read more

Ibara has a Seviper and Yuzuru has a Zangoose. I’m right and you know it. Also debating between Ibara having a Roserade or a Ferrothorn but y’know he can have both. As a treat

Jun has a Mightyena (he’s had it since he was a kid when it was a lil Poochyena)

Hiyori has a Meganium (the vibes just made a lot of sense for me)

Nagisa has so many fossil Pokémon. Like. That’s his entire team. He also has a small army of Carbink but no one knows where he keeps finding them—

Funny story so like. I don’t know if Bloody Mary would be a Pokémon or a regular dog here but if she was a Pokémon she’d probably be a Lilipup

You’d think Niki would have a Munchlax but he absolutely cannot ‘cause between the two of them they’d just go through too much food too fast (I fully believe he’d have a Morpeko tho)

RYUSEITAI ALL HAVE MATCHING MINIOR IN THEIR RYUSEI COLORS AND YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO PRY THIS FROM MY TINY COLD HANDS BUT YOU’LL FAIL

Mama has a Bewear and a Kangaskhan (the mama Pokémon of all time)

Insta user fuyuhikoswife said Rinne looks like a shiny Pawmot and I don’t know if he’d have one but I can’t get that out of my head so I thought it’d be a fun thing to share (they also said Hiiro looks like a shiny Pawmi and yeah)

HiMERU Zoroark. AND he has an Inteleon (that used to be Kaname’s Sobble because someone, I can’t remember who, drew Kaname with a Sobble and I absolutely subscribe to the idea of Kaname having one of the crybabiest Pokémon ever) that only kinda listens to him. Like it’ll cooperate when necessary but it would prefer its original owner y’know??? I mean he could also have his own Inteleon that he raised instead if that makes you less sad—

Rinniki Volbeat and Illumise <3

I think 2wink Plusle and Minun are a given—

Shu’s got a Furfrou and Mika has a Mimikyu

Kuro has a Leavanny (y’know the sewing and. Mom friend vibes)— it was a Swadloon during his delinquent days

Wataru’s got a Drifblim I think that’s also kind of a given (I don’t know if he’d have a Mr. Mime ‘cause he’s enough of a clown but he’d have a lot of Pidoves/similar bird Pokémon)

ALSO FUNNY STORY so I was originally gonna make Kohaku’s 6th Pokémon a Drifloon, like it tried taking him away since it mistook him for a small child after he left home but then he caught it. Until I figured he probably wouldn’t go anywhere near ghost types—

So anyways Hajime has a Drifloon ‘cause it tried grabbing his siblings but he was like “hey that’s not nice >:(“ and it felt bad but Hajime took it in and now they’re besties uwu

Aira leans towards cutesy/heart themed Pokémon like Luvdisc, Woobat, but I also think it’s so incredibly important that he has a Ducklett. Y’know.

Shinobu just has all the ninja Pokémon, like I mean Ninjask, Nincada, Accelgor, etc, but his main is Greninja ‘cause it’s a ninja and a frog (he’s also very partial to frog Pokémon)

Anzu has Delibird (to help her with work) and a Chansey (to keep her alive when she does too much work)

Subject to more additions probably

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mgnemesi · 7 years

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I dreamed Stucky again, so you get a non-fic

So, the details are running away from me, leaving a strange haze of ~impressions~ and convictions. It’s an AU. Somehow, it reminds me of Planet Hulk but also not. It’s strange. It’s probably some post-apocalypse world, where technology *is* there, but they use it sparingly, and clothes are more reminiscent of a land straight out of a fantasy book. There is some evil person. Of course there is. And there is also, but I learned this slowly as the -uhm- story developed? There’s also this belief that people can bond their souls, and become stronger for it. Of course, it’s all bullshit. …or is it?

Anyway, people pair up at random and start doing a series of rituals to bond and gain unparalleled strength - because being strong is the only way to survive. There are a lot of fights. Not as much in the streets but in a Coliseum and in fight rings. Fighting gives you prestige, money, fame. Sometimes you HAVE to Fight to be able to put some bread on your dinner table. Sometimes, people Fight because they enjoy the sport of killing. Sometimes, people are kidnapped off the street to offer a spectacle. There was a series of at least 3… Or 4? Rituals to go through to get a proper Bonding. I remember a tattoo over the heart that matches something of the other person (Steve is the one who gets it). This world also has a lot of magicky stuff so the tattoo had to… This is hard to explain. This world is chock full of physical manifestation of spiritual stuff. A person’s “Destiny” or “Essence” or some other similar thing manifests as a delicate chain. So basically Steve drew something himself (prob Bucky’s eyes or hands or face), picked Bucky’s chain, coiled it over the design, adding to the existing art. And then the drawing kinda… Absorbed the chain and transferred over to Steve’s skin. Second ritual: the two gems that represent each person’s “Soul” are somehow united/fused/I have no idea together into a single pendant (that Bucky wore on a choker with the pendant nestled in the hollow of his neck) …and I cannot for the life of me remember the other two. There were more Rocks, though. I also remember Steve carrying around his mother’s pearls as a powerful remainder and good luck charm, and I remember it helping unexpectedly in the binding but I don’t know how. The great part of all this, is that most of the ritual stuff *is* bullshit. Rituals hardly, if ever, work, but Fighters perform them anyway and try to convince themselves that they are unbeatable and will live to see another day.

In this complex and deadly world, Steve is a very strong person who loathes Fighting, and managed to Fight only rarely, never to the death,by choice and to protect something or someone.

Bucky is… Not like that. He also LOATHES Fighting, but he’s good at it, very strong and resilient, so he’s been used and abused his whole life, until he managed to escape and become a Wanderer.

Neither of them is bonded, because, 1) they’re plenty strong enough and 2) come ON. Bonding? Souls? That will NEVER work, let’s be serious (besides, Steve thinks privately, I wouldn’t use someone for strength. Besides, Bucky thinks, who’d ever want to be saddled with the Soul of someone like me? Besides,they both think, why drag someone with me in this quest to stop the Fighting, when I’m not sure that I… or Them… have a chance to survive? Why would I be so cruel?) The two of them meet accidentally in their way to the Fighting Coliseum, which they plan to infiltrate and destroy, and then they want to erase the Fighting and completely overthrow the system… The usual “save-the-world” routine. They don’t… Hit it off immediately. There’s not full blown Cap VS the Winter Soldier violence between them, but they are truly NOT bosom buddies. TRULY NOT.

They bicker and they glare and they close off in sullen silences and pout and sassy one another and discover they’re accidentally and incredibly attuned in everything, not just fighting. They warm up to one another, not even that slowly AND BOND COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT. Like, they get noticed during their quest to dismantle the Fighting Rings by whoever runs the Coliseum (Hydra?) and goons come to kidnap them. Bucky’s Chain gets snagged off as he is dragged away by some assailants. Steve panics, and to keep the chain safe he curls it gently and carefully between the pages of his sketchbook, trying not to ruin the delicate, silvery string, coiling it softly with slow concentration… and as soon as he lets the chain go. BOOM! Insta-tattoo. To say he’s stunned is an understatement. SINCE WHEN DOES SOMEONE’S CHAIN DO THAT? DID THIS REALLY HAPPEN? IS THIS PART OF THE RITUAL OMG. He proceeds to go and save Bucky, who honesty didn’t need saving anyway. Steve has no time to explain about the chain when they meet up, because they have enemies to fight off. They’re being overwhelmed. Steve is down and about to get killed and Bucky, in some fit of helpless rage, presses his palm to Steve’s Soul Stone, in such a way they it comes into contact with his own, too, even if it’s not deliberate. Blood and sweat is running between their skin and their Stones, and desperately, with his teeth gritted as he braces for the end, he thinks: “Save Steve! Save Steve! I don’t care if I die here in the bloody dirt like a dog but Steve deserves to live!” And BOOM! Insta-joining of the Soul Gems and a surge of power for Steve, who fights off the goons pinning him. They end up thrown inside the Coliseum anyway, where they bicker and sass each other some more… Even as they care for each other’s wounds, washing and bandaging them with slow, careful hands, heads bent close enough their eyelashes are touching. They complete (again, by TOTAL accident, the two dorks) the rest of the Ritual and THEY DON’T EVEN REALISE IT, OMG. My dream ended with the two of them gearing up to Fight in the Coliseum. Steve had his shield at this point, which maybe was a physical manifestation of the Bond. Schmidt (I think he was either the Head of the Coliseum, or the Champion… Or both. Both work too, but I can’t imagine who he’s Bonded with. UNLESS HE USES SOME KIND OF DARK MAGIC DISGUISED AS THE BOND, AND HE PICKS UP RANDOM PEOPLE TO USE AS “BATTERIES” WHEN HE FIGHTS, PEOPLE WHO GET DRAINED AND DIE AFTER EACH ROUND. This works, too. Maybe that’s what most Hydra Fighters do, and that is why Steve wants so bad to destroy them and stop the Fighting) Schmidt, like I was saying, is gleefully waiting for them to get in the arena, because he’s looking forward to properly crush the fools who dared to try and overthrow Hydra. Steve is all leap-into-fight-first-I’ll-think-about-strategy-later-if-ever, whereas Bucky is burning with righteous fury and takes the time to prepare himself (I don’t wanna say long bath and oils but. Uh…), to wear ALL HIS ARMOUR, STEVE YOU FOOL, to prepare and wear his weapons… And also to wear all the physical manifestation of the bond, so not just the choker but at least another trinket and… I think the Arm is a result of the bond, too. Steve is on his way to get his ass handed to him, but Bucky swoops in and saves the day. However it happens, I’m sure they win, anyway (UNLIKE Planet Hulk… I’ll NEVER be over THAT ending). As for the reason why they bonded so effortlessly and actually DID get stronger, unlike many others: the Bonding ritual is NOT bullshit, but it’s a commitment based on compatibility and strong feelings. You have to build up to it. You can’t just stitch two souls grueling together and cross your fingers for the best. It’s basically a slight twist were soulmates do exist, but it’s not all so “inevitable”. Happily Never After is NOT optional, here. I can so see them kissing for the first time after their last Fight… Surrounded by a cheering crowd… All bloody and sweaty, with mussed hair and torn clothes… And perhaps they “collected” the Avengers along the way, or the Howling Commandos, and there is this Resistance who storms the Coliseum while Steve and Bucky fight and kill Schmidt… And then Tony, Nat, Sam, and all are there to witness the kiss and cheer (and betting money is exchanged. Just saying) I don’t know if later they keep up their life as wandering heroes or if they settle down and are pushed into becoming, like, King Rogers and King Barnes *rotfl*. I like both.

#stucky #stevexbucky #neme rambles #not fic #theories #dream #imma gonna go add the read more cut now have patience please im on my phone #sorry #long post #The Fighting Bond AU

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sianlwhitfield-blog · 6 years

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Carlisle born and bred street artist talks tiles, truths and tatty spraycan cats.

Sitting in a gem of a Carlisle café, I wait for the mysterious ‘PAZ’. It dawns on me that, as I found him and got in touch online, I have no idea what he looks like, nor him me. By the time he comes through the door, I have awkwardly smiled at about three different people before they sit down with their coffees – quite a few tables away – leaving me looking like a melon. When he does comes in (and thank god its him this time), wearing a talking heads t-shirt (so at least he’s good taste in music), he comes across a little shy, but once we get talking, that all dissipates. Talking about his work, his wife, his life in general he becomes ever more animated, giving away how passionate he is about all of it, including his tiles.

In my first year of university, exploring a new city, trying to ‘adult’ and figure out exactly why anyone ever moves away from the comforts of home, I came across one of these tiles stuck to a bridge on my walk home. A small, black and white image of a building, with the letters P. A. Z. hand written underneath. I hadn’t noticed it before on any of my many trudges through the rain from tescos back to my home-from-home of the student halls I was staying in. I snapped a quick photo, and posted it to Instagram; Found this today, anybody know anything about it?. Evidently, nobody did, as my question went unanswered (and to this day, that insta only has 2 likes. 2.). However, wandering around the city, I started to notice them elsewhere; corners of windows, stuck to street signs, hidden in back lanes. It drove me mad. How was it possible that they were everywhere, yet nobody seemed to know anything about them? I asked people who’d lived in Carlisle all their lives (what tiles?) and looked incessantly online. Eventually it was through Instagram and by happy accident I found the account @paz1971, and met PAZ. I’d already decided I wanted to do a project on the tiles, and messaged the account to ask about it.

Part time street artist and full time chef, ‘PAZ’ is just an alias. “As far as ‘PAZ’ goes, I like to keep it anon.” I ask about the local radio station, who recently launched a small scale hunt to find the man behind the tiles. Why say no to them but be happy to meet with me? “I didn’t want to be part of all that - the ‘carlisle gossip mill’ – nothings going to come from that. It’ll have the neighbours talking, a bit of slagging off, nothing else. What would it do? This project, it could lead to something. It sounded interesting.”

I ask him about how, or maybe why he started his tiles. He laughs. “Well, that depends! Er, I guess, how in depth do you want me to go?” They started with a love of photography; “Landscape photography. That’s my area, that’s what I love. In another life, that’s what I’d do.” But by losing his camera and equipment in the floods that devastated Carlisle in 2015, landscape photography, or at least to the quality he aspired, was suddenly out of reach. “it took me about three years to get anything back. It started again with the launch of the iphone, believe it or not!”. It also stemmed from the need for a distraction, or an escape; “I was an alcoholic. It came with the trade I’m afraid. It happens a lot in my line of work. I could have had half a bottle of vodka, right now, and you wouldn’t even tell. Over the past ten years, it’s been a lot about finding myself again. I have found I have a very addictive personality, so decided I just had to find something else to replace the alcohol.” Talking about the secrecy of his alcoholism, I draw a similarity between that and the need to keep PAZ so secret. “Er, maybe. I don’t know. It’s a lot of things really. There’s a lot of reasons for why I do it. I’ve got to do something – I can’t still be doing this [working as a chef] in ten years time – I’ll be knackered!”

Curious as to how he makes his tiles, his process, I ask him and he turns bashful – “I’m going to have to tell you, or my Mrs will kill me. She made these coasters as a present for my sister for her birthday; we got these pictures off of facebook and she turned them into coasters by sticking them to tiles and glazing them. I thought, actually that’s really clever, and kind of stole it! I have her to thank!” speaking of family, of his work and how he does it, he has found an eclectic method to fund it. Mortgages have to be paid, and bills can’t be ignored, so funding for his work can’t affect his family life financially in any way. “I started collecting 20 pence pieces. Just saving them up – you don’t notice saving 20p away. I have about £150 saved so far, for the next lot of tiles – hopefully they’ll be up soon!” But up where? “When I first started doing them, I was kind of stupid. I was putting them up in in really obvious places. Right in your face. They would either get taken down straight away, or someone would come along and nick them – I only used to use a little dot of glue to fix them up, so they would be easy to just pop off. I used to take pictures of a place and stick them smack bang in the middle of the same place. I’ve learned; I’ve gotten more subtle since then.” How subtle can you really be though, sticking tiles up in very public places? “I’ve not been caught – yet. There was one outside of café nero – its gone now, I stuck it right on the doorway – I’d managed to get the resin on the back and got it on the wall, and was leaning against it, having a fag trying to get it to stick. Theres this group of kids hanging about, and I just knew they were going to bloody ask me for one. I’m trying to act all nonchalant, but every time I move, the tile moves a little bit. It’s a strong resin, but it takes a while to set, and every time it moves I think ‘I’m going to end up stuck to this wall. The resins going to stick to my jacket,! But no, I got away with that. Somehow! There was one down on The Pools [leisure centre] too, I’d just done that one, and had wandered back up the road. I could hear sirens in the distance, and started panicking a bit. They were getting closer and closer, I was trying to act casual, but this bloody police car came screeching right round the corner! I just thought, bloody hell, I didn’t think they were that mad about it! They jumped out the car – and walked straight past me. Some kids were messing around in an abandoned building, that was what they were after. I was shaking.”

Find PAZ’s tiles all over Carlisle, and on Instagram at @paz1971

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