#extremely throwable

[aseuki]

Magolor has taken over the Kirby Twitter just to announce Sand send tweet

#kirby #magolor #hoshi no kaabii #artists on tumblr #hoshi no kirby #kirby return to dreamland #meta knight #susie kirby #zan partizanne #blorbo practice with the scammiest blorbo of them all #I got a magolor plushie for christmas and he is all I can think about #extremely squishable #extremely throwable #love he #silly little guy #aseukiart #fanart

[kaasiand]

mystery solved

#both eat enemies #and are extremely Holdable and Throwable #and eepy #and high as shit 24/7 #and i want one #splatoon #splatoon 3 #mario #yoshi #smallfry #baby yoshi #art #my posts #my art

[cowboykakashi]

Hey girl did u know. that um. he isso small

#Hubert #real gougar posting hours #hes so tiny do u see him TINY #so extremely throwable #cat #cats #kitty #cute cats #tuxedo cat #black and white cat #catblr #petblr #cats of tumblr

[moe-broey]

It is done.

#i. don't know how i feel about him. i may need to sleep on it. wait for the animosity to wear off. #ONE THING ABOUT HIM THOUGH. is he is extremely throwable in this state. #fits in the palm of my hand.... prefectly rotund...... perfectly chuckable. #best part so far has been throwing him across the room. pay for your crimes boy #i'm gonna try and take good pics tomorrow when it's daylight 😔

[suketchi-s]

my AU's body types!

for Infected: he's a bit chubby, having the body of a small child (his age is between 8 and 12!), perfect for hugging!

for Slug: its the chubbiest of them, being extremely squishy thanks to being mostly made of water. very throwable... (please take care of it!!)

for Zeze: she's the curveiest of the three, with defined muscles and wider shoulders. her face is also the chubbiest in relation with the rest of his body!

#the fool au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #infected home au #slug wally au #wally darling #digital art #art #clip studio paint #my art #suke's art

[doodlemancy]

so here's wacom using AI-generated graphics complicated stealing in their advertising (link to a pretty good explainer if you can't spot the tells). you know, wacom, the "industry standard" for graphics tablets, whose entire market is... living human artists. it's like if you were working for the glass house realtor and handing out bags full of extremely throwable stones during tours.

this blew up on twitter and bluesky today and wacom realized everyone was Mad Online At Them and started deleting stuff. no solemn jpeg apology yet but it's been less than 24 hours and it's a saturday lol.

there is no excuse for this. wacom makes gazillions of dollars. they can afford to hire a real artist. they can afford to actually vet their sources for any pre-made graphics they might use.

if you can avoid buying wacom products, you should. they're not even like. good? or reliable? this is anecdotal obvi but i hear about people's thousand-dollar cintiqs eating shit after 2 or 3 years all the time. their drivers are straight up trash, and replacing a lost or broken pen costs almost as much as buying the damn tablet again with the lower-end "affordable" ones. they've been squeezing a criminally underpaid profession with criminally overpriced products for decades now. fuck 'em. i personally recommend xp-pen; my tablet driver crashes once every few months these days. it's the good life.

#wacom #fuck ai art #support human artists #complicated stealing

[mewguca]

me and the bestie

one day i was like. hmmm enot has an egg. eggcat egg. egg friends? they're maybe a bit more like frenemies...? eggcat is kinda just. dragged along into enot's shenanigans. they are extremely silly...

my enot is some sort of horrifying :3 x3 lol random creature stuck in 2011 that thinks it can befriend basically anything. they wanna be friends with everyone (to mixed results)

ik canon enot is flirty or whatever but i just find the concept of this horrifically silly being trying to befriend everyone very goofy and funny

they saw eggcat and were basically like: "ur my friend now! we're having soft tacos later:3"

eggcat used to be a normal size btw.

enot shrank her specifically to make her more throwable. throw ur friend!!!!

if enot picks her up they can functionally make her slime mold operate like a singularity bomb when thrown. you can literally just throw the "egg" like normal it still detaches but noooooooo throwing your friend is more fun i guess!!

i like to think enot can like bend reality but they aren't 100% aware of this? kinda like haruhi

friend delivery service

she tried once to demand her height back. it did not work. she got used to it eventually and actually kinda prefers being small now because she does not like conflict!!!

(this is small enough though please do not shrink her out of existence)

i think their friendship would be really funny have u ever had that one friend u pretend to hate and be mortal enemies with. its like that.

theyre kinda like a manzai comedy duo

(actually one of my friends kinda inspired this one he id very silly. hi julian ik ur not reading this bc i am too embarrassed to explain why this weird cat thing is speaking like katytehpenguinofd00m.)

idk why i gave myself brianrot over a one-off gag and made them actually friends but haiii

#rain world #egg art #eggcat #enot #inv #??? #why does this stupid creature have so many stupid names #rain world oc #the egg duo #eggmoon oc

[rottencoreflesh101]

I came up with a random ass design in my head while I was coloring a commission and he popped in…. My lil meow meow, my lil star breathing dork

I wont finish his ref since comms are my up most priority.

Sum more about Hoshi!

Hoshi is one of Uzui Tengen’s sons.

Hoshi was a very troublesome child and gave Uzui and his wives their daily doze of exercise trying to keep him steady. He is very active!

Hoshi couldn’t fit into sound breathing requirements so he learnt basic swordsman and ninja skills.

Tengen visited the corp and tried his best to talk to the hashiras if they could teach his son a breathing technique but most of them were quite busy and just couldn’t take him since his troublesome record.

Mayumi approached Tengen and she decided she would be happy to take Hoshi as her tsugoku. Hoshi learnt his own breathing technique, star breathing thanks to Mayu, the moon hashira.

Mayu actually needs a companion in her missions, she gets a stuffy nose pretty easy when its cold so she cant pick up scents which is something she relies on most so having Hoshi with her helps her a lot so its a win/win.

Hoshi does makeup, does his hair, always smells nice, haves skin routines etc etc just like his father. He is always flashy but don’t underestimate him, he isn’t afraid to get dirty.

His top is very revealing but it’s just because his breathing techniques required a serious amount of flexibility and he often ripped apart his uniform while performing so they chopped it off.

Star Breathing forms

Morning Star: series of extremely fast slashes causing star sparks. This action causes the blade to heat up and when in contact it burns like the sun to demon. Tho this technique takes a lot of stamina and strength.

Star catcher: N/A

Shooting star: The user must carry a throwable weapon connected with a chain/rope to be able to use this form. The user will throw the weapon(in this case, Hoshi’s spike rings) to the target with maximum speed, the weapon will stab it’s victim and quickly inject poison. The user will have a short amount of time to manipulate the victim’s movements forcing them to the chain’s submission.

Spark clash: N/A

Reflecting moon: N/A

Sparkle poi: This is very similar to “string performance” from sound breathing. The user will hold onto the weapon’s chain and start rotating the weapons in high speeds but make sure the weapon is slighting hitting the ground to start a series of fire star sparks which would set the weapon on a series of blinding spark rotations. THO! Please be aware that if not done right, the user can suffer blindness.

Star injection: N/A

Flash Bang: the user will start swinging the twin weapons in a rotational motion and start causing lots amounts of star sparks and once the spark are strong enough (till they start creating heat waves) the user will swing the twin weapon down at the ground creating a huge flash bang stunting those around witnessing it for about 5-7 minutes. If the user isn’t trained enough for this form, it can stunt themselves.

#rot hashira #demon slayer #kny #kny oc

[caesarsaladinn]

something about Tamerlane's shape is extremely throwable, I want to chuck him like a nerf football

#birds

[random-iz-stuff]

Invader Zim Deathmatch:

ROUND 2, FIGHT 9:

Zim vs Minimoose!

The rules are as follows:

1. We’re assuming that both participants actively want and are willing to kill each other unless actively specified otherwise (for example: Chammy Wamboo).

2. The fight must be one on one so no outside help is allowed, but prep time is allowed.

3. The rule for prep time is that if one contestant gets prep time, the other contestant gets an equal amount of prep time as well.

[Masterpost]

Information about both contestants (who they are, powers and abilities, etc) can be found under the cut.

Contestant Stats:

Zim:

“HE IS ZIM!”

Note: due to me doing a LOT of different analyses of Zim’s combat capabilities, intelligence, and competence in general, this section goes way further into detail than with any other contestant, to the point where I can say almost exactly HOW Zim fights along with his general abilities, which gets its own section.

Appearances:

As Zim is a Main Character, I’m not going to list where he appears. He’s everywhere

Tactics:

Zim is a very environmental fighter that uses his mind and the environment around him a lot in combat, quickly setting up traps, leading his opponents into bad positions and using anything he can get his hands on to gain an advantage.

Zim also uses his PAK a lot in combat, mostly for the extra maneuverability it provides. Leaping around and dodging attacks with it and using it to quickly climb and move around.

Zim also knows how and when to briefly get into his opponent’s head, confusing them by briefly putting on an act to seem dumber than he appears (Take his fights against Hobo 13 and Pilot Dib for very good examples). Once his opponent is distracted or thrown off, he strikes fast and hard.

Powers and abilities:

Irken physiology (Zim can lift over 3 times his body weight and is extremely durable. More specifically, I’ve estimated in the past with some calculations for Zim’s height and weight that Zim can lift about 612.8 pounds, but that’s just estimation and theories)

PAK (PAK legs, PAK lasers, shield generator, all the things an Irken PAK can do)

Elite military training (Zim is an Invader, meaning that he went through irken military training and became an elite soldier before going through Invader training. This means that Zim has the combat skills of an elite soldier)

Invader training (as an Ex-Invader, Zim is trained in espionage, stealth, sabotage, and other invader-related things)

Throwing Knife Mastery (Zim has a 99.7% accuracy rate with throwing knives, and it’s very likely that this accuracy rate also applies to other throwable things)

Superior Intelligence (Zim is the single smartest Irken we’ve ever seen and is a lot smarter than he appears, being able to build things in less than an hour that artificially enhanced irkens take days or even weeks to build. This significantly reduces or even removes the amount of prep time Zim needs to create something. Zim is also capable of manipulating people by playing dumb, a tactic he sometimes uses in combat to throw his opponents off their rhythm (take his fights in Hobo 13 and the Pilot for example))

Shock Spear (as seen in Nickelodeon All Star Brawl of all places, Zim owns, knows how to use, and always has on his person: a unique Shock Spear. This Shock Spear can presumably do anything a regular Shock Spear can do, including shocking anyone hit by it and discharging energy from the blades for a ranged attack)

[Weakness] No common sense or impulse control [Averted] (Zim normally has little common sense or impulse control and seems to struggle with motivation, a fact that usually leads to him defeating himself. HOWEVER, in the right situation where Zim properly focuses on the task at hand (usually either when he wants revenge or when he thinks his life or his mission is in danger), Zim completely loses this weakness and not only becomes completely motivated, but also starts thinking things through, becoming far more dangerous. A fight to the death like this competition definitely fills those requirements, meaning that Zim in this situation would be completely focused at basically all times)

[For This Fight Only] Past Knowledge (Since Zim built Minimoose in the first place, he has full knowledge of how to disassemble Minimoose)

Fun Fact:

Both Mark Hamill and Billy West were candidates for the voice of Zim. Mark Hamill was deemed to be unsuited for the role and Billy West voiced Zim in the Pilot episode, but ultimately Richard Steven Horvitz was chosen to voice Zim.

Minimoose:

“Been here the whole time”

Appearances:

Minimoose’s only TV appearance is in the episode “The Most Horrible Christmas Ever”, but we would have seen them a lot more if the show wasn’t cancelled, including an episode called “Nubs Of Doom” where we would have seen their creation. They also appear in Enter The Florpus and make consistent appearances in the Comics

Powers and abilities:

Telekinesis

Energy Blasts (Minimoose can fire powerful blasts of dark energy from themselves. We never officially see it so it’s impossible to say for sure, but it’s most likely that Minimoose’s “deadly weapons” we hear about in “Nubs Of Doom” are actually these energy blasts at max strength)

Teleportation (Minimoose is able to manipulate dark energy to teleport things. HOWEVER, we won’t be counting Minimoose teleporting the entire Earth as something they can do, as they needed a very specific setup involving everyone on earth holding hands combined with the Membracelets and a blob creature Zim created. Minimoose’s actual limits with teleportation are most likely just teleporting themselves and whatever is holding/around them)

Fun Fact:

Minimoose is canonically confirmed to be non-binary, making them one of two canonically confirmed non-binary Invader Zim characters with Recap Kid being the other one, and one of four non-binary Invader Zim characters if you also consider Invader Tenn and Commander Poki, who are heavily implied to be non-binary but not explicitly confirmed.

Additional Thoughts:

Does anyone actually read these? They’re kind of important for judging how powerful some characters are.

#invader zim #invader zim deathmatch #polls #Zim #Minimoose

[redphienix]

Extremely annoyed at Payday 3.

Whomever was influencing the decisions that lead to this product is a fucking idiot.

The game has potential, and I expect if it doesn't crumble to dust in the next month it might even reach that potential through some rework updates.

But I do not recommend a single soul pay money for this right now. I'm flipping a coin on refunding mine out of shame.

Always online, busted servers, unreal stuttering, a progression system that pits cooperative players against each other for said progression, an ass backwards weapon progression system, no solo mode (as in ACTUAL non-internet non-lagging able-to-pause solo mode), always online (again), lack of basic options like throwable outlines to outline ammo packs???, like

I like "playing" it when I can, but these are things that either prevent you from doing so outright (did I mention busted servers? You can't play the game right now without waiting 30-50 minutes in a queue, like a lonely DPS in a wow LFR), or will become more and more grating as time goes on because at its core the decisions spit at what payday is supposed to be.

I mean for fuck's sake there's apparently very very very little reason to even go for loot or do bonus objectives! Apparently that's strictly cash!

All progression is challenge based, meaning you have to keep bending your will to play to the challenges whims to get xp, no xp for just "doing the thing" no xp for your stealth run if you did the challenges already, no xp for killing normally-

do the challenge for xp

okay?

IDK man. There's good game in there and I'm such a sucker for payday that I'm expecting to be happy with it in a month or so but right now I'm just capital D Disappointed.

All the bizarre decisions leading up to launch seemed more like light red flags at best, but sure enough, all were RED and all are soaring.

dumb.

#payday 3 #my posts

[iaminsane-blog]

Little Lady, Big Guns.

here is chapter/part 2, hope you guys enjoy :)

As I sat in my cozy office decorated with various small portraits and nick knacks, continued to set out the base modeling on a piece of sketch paper for my newest invention. Throwable tasers. A small sketch of balls equipped with two metal prongs jutting out of one vertices. The slightly weighted metal prongs allowed for the taser to imbed itself into the skin of the victim.  This device would be perfect for far scale attacks, I know director Price would be pleased to see my work. To be truthful weapons weren’t my first interest for a career, it all started in a small gun shop off the coast of San Diego. 

Stumbling into the shop was like walking into a small cave, the walls covered in band posters, the slight smell of gunpowder. It was all unfamiliar but nonetheless comforting. An Old man with young eyes sat on a barstool chair behind the counter and his eyebrow quirked up slightly at the sight of me. 

“Can I help you ma’am?”

I held his gaze and let my eyes draw slightly to the right, to the large handheld gun case next to him. 

“I just moved into an apartment alone and I need a gun for safety.”

It was that simple sentence that launched into a full 30 month journey, first with buying, then the training lessons, the cleaning, hanging out at the store day by day. Mr.Wilcox and I had became extremely  close, with his extensive knowledge and my willing to learn we made a good team. It was when that April a call from a local hospital caught my phone. Mr. Wilcox was caught with a nasty case of stage 4 prostate cancer. Apparently he had known for a while, and simply wished to find a suitable heir to pass his beloved shop onto. It was that hot, humid day in April that I sat by his bedside, clutching keys he had pressed into my palm.

“Mr.Wilcox I have to ask one question, why didn’t you tell me?”

His eyes, glazed over and slightly cloudy still sparkled with a twinge of life.

“ If I had told you that I was going to die, you would’ve acted towards me with unconscious entitlement. And that would’ve blinded your true character. I trusted you with my life and now beyond that I trust you with my shop. Thank you Vera, I think its time.”

And as he closed his eyes peacefully I did the same, the only sound being the slow decline of the heartbeat monitor. 

A small wet spot appeared on my sketch and I swiped away at the sudden tears. I didn’t even register the small knocking coming from the doorframe, the tall frame of Soap. 

“Are you..are you okay?”

His gentle voice caught me a tiny bit off guard, but I needed to deflect his attention. 

“Yeah I was just you know, chopping onions so the tears.”

He gave me a small perplexed look but a small smirk accompanied it. 

“Well me and the boys were wondering if you wanted to come with us to lunch, we like to give newbies the rundown.” I stood and quickly swept up by drawings into my drawer, turning the lock and placing the small key into my back pocket. My outfit of choice today was another patterned skirt with instead a fitted long sleeve black turtleneck. My glasses had slightly slidden down my nose and I adjusted them accordingly before walking up to Soap with a smile. 

“I just have to warn yah, some of these guys haven’t so much as seen a woman in a while. And unfortunately they’ll see you as fresh meat.”

I gave him a tight lipped smile, I appreciated the warning but however I trusted myself. 

“Thanks Soap, but don’t you worry I can carry my own. Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The grayish lump that they called mashed potatoes and the slight orange burnt piece of meat they called beef steak did little to ignite my appetite. As I followed through behind Soap in the lunch line I got a view of the lunch room. Large metal tables situated row by row, each with a group of men seated. And each group of men seemed to have many sets of eyes, all of which were gazing directly at me. While Soap lead the way to my table it seemed very conversation that I passed had stopped, and each head turned my way. I sat down at the table next to Soap and across from Gaz and Ghost, and ghost still worn that damn mask. 

“Can this even be classified as food?”

I moved around the mash on my plate trying to find it somewhat appealing.

“Well it’s high in calories and resembles some sort of lump, So it’s good enough for us”

i let out a small giggle and reached forward for my coffee, straight black just how i like it. Being on this base for only a couple weeks didn’t give me enough time to fully discover it, and i might’ve heard in passing about a local bar.

“Well being a newbie I don’t get told everything but I might’ve heard through the grapevine that there’s a local bar around here? Do y’all know anything about that?”

the playful hint of my voice drew a slight smirk from Soap, who shot a half lidded glance to Ghost.

“Vera you have just trespassed into a dangerous land.”

His ominous answer only peaked my interest more.

“Come one Soap, let up. I’m a big girl I can take it”

He let out a small laugh and leaned forward, as did the others. Inviting me into an inner circle meeting. 

“Listen for newbies they do a certain, uh. Welcoming ritual of sorts. If you can handle yourself then we’ll swing by after lights out and take you . Just be warned it could get embarrassing.”

“I’m in, this is gonna be fun.”

A buzzing from the phone in my pocket brought my attention to an incoming call, from Director Prince. 

“Sorry boys, business calls.”

I collected my half eaten food and coffee while holding my phone between my shoulder and cheek. Walking away from the group.

at the table

“They’re gonna go hard on her.”

“Let’s just hope she isn’t a lightweight.”

Ghost’s jaw clicked with annoyance. He didn’t want you to get black out drunk in front of a group of eager men. It made his stomach churn and his heart burn. He figured showing chivalry, the one trait most of these men didn’t have…. perhaps she’d take notice. 

#ghostxreader #ghost riley #cod mw22 #cod mw2 ghost #cod mwii #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghostbeingcute #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #tj watt

[koeiasequoia]

Thanks to a certain friend posting a big info sheet on a certain red headed handsome man, we've been thinking a lot about Koeia info X3 stuff's gonna be about Anthro Koeia specifically

Born right-handed, but is self taught ambidextrous

Has that sweet sweet combination ADHD and Autism

Is nonbinary, uses they/them pronouns, and generally pup/puppy/etc type neopronouns

Speaks plurally about themself! (Referring to themself with we/us/our)

Is absolutely a guard dog. They don't seek out fights, but if you fuck with the people they care about (or Gen tells them to) they'll absolutely kick your ass

Can actually just teleport! But... only when they aren't paying attention. It often leads to extremely awkward "how did we get here?" moments (like when they got into Gen's -extremely secure, extremely secret- government lab)

After said accidental lab break in, Koeia just... kinda kept coming back? They liked Gen, and the guards like them (Koeia brought them food), and eventually Koeia just kinda started working with Gen and working there in general

Will absolutely never be convinced to wear shoes, unless it is absolutely 1000% necessary, like in the lab

The gloves they wear are specially made by Gen, and have actually gone through several iterations, each one being stress tested -extensively- to ensure that their durability and comfort were up to par (read: Gen had Koeia beat the shit out of people until the gloves stopped breaking)

The pup is also, generally pretty smart and creative! And in addition to helping Gen with his work, also do some lab work/experiments of their own!

As evidenced by the below pictures (by pur love <3 @/esquaredoh), the pup has uhhhh... worked on making a miniature hydrogen bomb, initially wanting it to be throwable like a grenade, a few... failed tests, begrudgingly convinced them to make it tied to a detonator/timer

In accordance to the few above facts, yes, Koeia has both a technical, and actual, body count. Technical because they've made things that have killed/helped kill people. And actual because they have just outright killed people

While they are absolutely best at hand to hand combat, Koeia does make sure to know how to use *literally* anything they can get their hands on decently well, whether that's guns, swords, pipes, a fucking rock. You name it, they know at least the basics of how to use it

While being self taught for the most part, they are, genuinely, a good fighter, and do effectively know how to use their whole body to win a fight

Doesn't really hold grudges, but absolutely doesn't forget if you pulled some fuckshit with them or their loved ones

Once threw the guy in charge of Gen's budget out of a 20th story window cuz Gen was angry at him

#that's all for now but we'll asd more as we think to/remember to X3 #koeia's journal #sona: koeia

[foileadeux]

hmm well bone person one of the random ass headcanons I have is that pk does not have bones so he’s super light (bug version obviously 💀) so he can is extremely throwable

cant believe pks one of those inflatable car dealership tubes

#ask

[leggerefiore]

▲Dragon Twins PMD Thoughts▽

cw: poly (ingo/reader, Emmet/reader), pokehybrid au,

Humans were a rarity in this world, believed to be extinct, even, yet here you found yourself as a human in a world filled with solely pokemon hybrids. It was difficult to find your place, but you had managed to get a job in an exploration team to wander about the land. It was exciting and fun, leading you into dangerous and thrilling situations. Your team mostly did the fighting, but you made yourself reliable with throwables and items. You had been on many journeys and travels. Though, you wished to go on one alone.

So, you did. You read about the Balance Tower that remained a pillar within an island off the main continent and found yourself entranced. Apparently, any who reached the top of it would have a truth or ideal explained to them. You wished to know more about where you came and how to possibly get home, so it was only natural that you would take to climbing the tower for the answers you sought. It was a difficult task, for the tower was ninety-nine floors and the hybrids and pokemon there were not easy. Chandelures, Haxoruses, Galvantulas, Eelektrosses, and so-and-so forth came at you with a little mercy. The harshness of it all made you regret not bringing a teammate, but you continued your climb.

Eventually, you reached the peak. It was a large room that was decorated with pillars and statues of a black and white colour theme. You marched to the centre of the room, entirely on edge. A strong pokemon of some sort was sure to come. Two loud cries bounced off the walls of the room as a strong current blew through. You closed your eyes to protect them from the debris in the air. When you opened them again, two tall hybrids stood across from you, tall and proud. They were identical for the most part, aside from the inhuman features. Both stared at you intensely. It was genuinely uncomfortable with how quiet it was.

The dragon hybrid with black, scaly wings walked forth. A frown was prominent on his face, while his red eyes seemingly glowed. He stopped before you, still towering over you even more at a closer distance. “A human… How rare,” his voice was a deep rumble, “I usually battle with my brother against those who scale our tower, yet I cannot do such with someone like you. I fear that I may accidentally harm you. Why is that you have come here?”

“I… want to know why I'm in this world,” you answered, happy they didn't actually want to battle. The man hummed, turning to the other, he motioned him forth. The white dragon stepped forward. He wore a smile to contrast his brother. His blue eyes scrutinised you for a moment. Eventually, he shrugged. “I am very sorry,” he apologised, “I have no idea. Your existence is extremely interesting, though! Yep!” You sighed. All that hard work for nothing. As you turned around, a hand caught your shoulder. The black dragon gave you a stern look, “don't go through dangerous dungeons on your own. Let us walk you down.” You wanted to roll your eyes.

It was during that trip that you learnt quite a bit about the twin dragons. Ingo, the black dragon, was a Zekrom hybrid who helped those with strong ideas and the white dragon, Emmet, was a Reshiram hybrid who helped those pursue truths. You enjoyed Ingo's conversation abilities and his knowledge of many historical events of the world, having lived through most of them himself. Emmet made himself seem cute with how he often stopped to pet and coo over the pokemon in the dungeon. They were extremely normal despite their seemingly grandiose appearances. By the end, you promised to visit them again.

And you did.

Then again.

And again.

Until, you basically just moved into their tower. It was nicer there than your base, and they made you feel extremely safe. Well, that, and you had been accused of causing the world's balance to fall into disarray. Emmet became annoyed at that, staying that it was simply not the truth and that the balance was likely due to something else. It was then, you learnt that the twins used to be one being, but had split after a traumatic experience. The world lacked a balance dragon, it was only natural that balance wasn't perfectly even. You panicked and asked how to find another.

Ingo's cheeks flustered while he cleared his throat, “Well, erm, we can always try to re-fuse and become Kyurem again or… One of our child would likely be one.” You realised the weight behind his words quickly. Emmet stepped in from his brother's shortcoming and put it plainly. “Be our mate?” he asked with a tilt of his head. You couldn't say no to them, having grown close to them in the time that you had been living together. It was a natural next step if your relationship with them. Of course, you might have preferred them not hoarding you in their nest, but you supposed that was just their nature at the same time.

The disasters continued to become worse, yet whenever someone managed to locate you, they had to deal with the dragons, which was a next to impossible task. Even those who came prepared fell to them, unaware that they had taken you as their mate. A certain level of possession was heavy in their hearts, more so Emmet's than Ingo's, which led to more aggressive protecting than a normal battle for intruders of their tower. You felt safe, working on a personal plan to restore balance. They could just re-fuse into a single being and this would all be over. The issue lied in their inability to get along perfectly to exist as Kyurem again. There was the alternative, however, of creating a new Kyurem.

Overall, it was your decision in how to stop the end of the world and obtain Kyurem.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #submas.ima #pokehybrid au

[antebellumite]

ok it's Been Some Time, but have some possible ring options for ghost king henry clay + what they're based on + backstory potential:

Peppermint. One of Henry Clay's favorite treats when he was alive, and one of the first rings that he made out of the ashes of the soldier who killed him. A simple design, red and white, this ring provides the owner with a spiritually charged broadsword ready for vengeance.

Cranberry. Halfway inside-joke, halfway reminder-of-how-far-we've-come. Cranberries are one of the first trees grown in what would eventually become Prince Hal's City-On-A-Hill. Made from the ashes of a ghost that dared to oppose Clay's city-building efforts. One slightly more sophisticated ring, golden with a red ruby stone carved into a berry shape. This ring provides a long spiritual whip for it's user, capable of great damage.

Hairdo. A simple gold ring because HC's hairstyle is an essential part of him that must be commemorated through jewelry. This ring, formed from one of the first ghosts that HC tried to do some experiments on, produces a beam of harsh light that's able to carve holes in people and buildings alike.

Raccoon. A silver ring with Clay's mascot on it- cunningly made from the ashes of a ghost-political rival of Clay, or perhaps a poor ghost that just upset him in some way or another. Either ways, our favorite ghost king decided to teach them a lesson. This ring turns into a rope, unbreakable, malleable, able to cling to the most unlikely of surfaces!

Quill. This soft ivory ring, with a feather dangling from it to symbolize Henry Clay's skill with writing, debate, lawyering, and oratory, can turn into two poisoned daggers. It was made in the beginning stages of the First Crimson-Golden War, ashes from one of Crimson Sword's followers. Thanks to the endless resentment of the Crimson Sword follower, this ring provides an endless amount of poison for the dagger without any additional spiritual power needed to keep the poison on.

Star. As a reference to the Western Star, Henry Clay's moniker, this star is golden with purple silk inning. This ring can turns into a series of shurikens, also star-shaped, that can be controlled and flown about. They might also be seen-through like drones, hard to say. Born from a ghost killed in the rush to Mt. Tong'lu.

Coins/Cards. A ghost foolishly bet their ashes against Henry Clay in the Gambling Den once, and now he's made into a gold, silver, emerald, and ruby ring that can turn into a flurry of throwable coins and pieces of paper-useful for tracking and hunting down notable ghosts or mortals. Each individual coin has a bit of 'sense' that can be transmitted back to the Ghost King.

Horses. This ring is solid black diamond, depicting some of the horses that Prince Hal breeds. This ring produces a magnificent spirit-horse able to hunt down monster and people alike, as well as doubling as a wagon-pulling beast of burden itself. Yes you can ride it! With permission! Probably made from yet another Crimson Sword follower during the Second War, tbh.

Scroll. Another reminder of Henry Clay's wonderful oratory abilities. Made of pearl and moonstone. This ring causes explosions and burns, made from the ashes of a failed Yong'an Uprising revolutionary.

Smiles. Sapphire and Orange-Crystal, with masks on it to symbolize Clay's Mask of Smiles [ not that anyone will ever know ].... this ring bears some remarkable similarities to a certain other Calamity, but maybe...I must be seeing things, yes. Anyways, this ring turns into a fancy gun with bullets. It also might be Henry Clay's own ashes.

Snuff. Golden Star loves his snuff. Shiny, multi-colored opal ring with a stone of pure black glossy obsidion. This ring makes a spray and/or injectant that can put a man through extreme hallucinations, putting them to sleep, a different reality, see horrific monsters, etc, etc. This ring was formed from a human follower of Golden Star that he made into a ring in order to honor the devotee.

Handshake. Based off HC's notable nature of Compromising and pacificating! An engraved bronze ring/finger guard with striped brown onyx and a wooden fix. Unlike Clay's other spiritual rings, this ring creats a Dome of Protection over an area or person, protecting them from as much harm as the spiritual rings can withstand, as well as safety from any of Golden Star's other spiritual attacks. Also unlike other rings which were made from ghosts, this one is imbued with the essence of a dead god... who isn't actually all that dead... who is up a running even with their ashes in another ghost's hands... a dead god who, as a byproduct of being the one who's ashes are what are guranteeing the Dome of Protection, is himself inherently protected by it for eternity... interesting....

This definately isn't all of Henry Clay's rings ofc: he no doubt has several more with spiritual bo staff/spears/nunchucks/etc as their spiritual outlet! But these are what I've thought of so far.

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