So That New Game Huh

monsterfuckers come get yer milk

He is not inmune to big-cute-goofy-ass goat men 😦

something to color for one of my sponsors <3

 juvenile lynel, it’s guardian, and a beast master

man tits.

Yea

Got a photo of two Tauros brothers my grandfather bought from the fair on a whim… two fully grown, pure-bred Kantonian Tauros…

I don’t know what he was thinking, but hey, I got boyos out of it.

The one in the front is formally named Charger, but he responds to Grump more than anything else. He’s extremely protective, and served as a herd leader and livestock guardian for ages before being sold. Nowadays he’s a little more calm, and will even come up to ask for scratches sometimes!

The one in the back is Charger’s younger brother, Crusher, who responds to Sweetie. The bull looks fierce and as dangerous as he brother, but from how he’s acted in the half-decade I’ve had him and his brother, he wouldn’t hurt a Cutifly. Unless he’s out grazing, he usually tries to follow at my heels like a Growlithe.

I’ll post more pictures of these two and my other Pokémon as time goes on!

your idea that Chara is representative of an average RPG player & the alarm clock dialogues revealing they were a stickler for efficiency, have lead me to the conclusion that Chara is a speedrunner

chara the speedrunner x asriel/flowey the completionist. fucked up viddy game babies but for completely opposite reasons

If there’s one thing that the gifted fail to realize, it’s the power of the giftless.

The bully was hotshot jock and straight-A student. His hair was always perfectly curled, shimmering brilliantly like a sea of golden yarn. He always wore the same stupid fireman-red letterman’s jacket with the school’s logo on the back, embroider in white. Theseus Cordon, the perfect student.

Who would be perceived as wrong to pick on the quiet kid without any supernatural strengths. A person so small in frame and with a completely unnoticeable academic record would only boost a person’s image if they were to be compared… right?

Theseus kindly asked you to meet him in the parking lot, where he had a gift waiting for you. Naturally, seeing the hottest topic acknowledged you was an honor, so you appeared without a moment’s hesitation.

Boy howdy, was that the wrong move.

Theseus and a few of his other jock friends presented you with your family’s old car, which was already in poor shape, with headlights smashed in and “Loser” sprayed on top in black spray paint.

At the moment, you didn’t react. You simply bowed your head and walked past Theseus and the others. Things would pan out eventually…

Eventually came the next day, when you invited Theseus to meet you on the roof of the school with the rest of his friends. You said you loved the prank, though your parents were less than pleased till they heard the explanation of why their car was smashed to bits. You baked them some cookies to show no hard feelings.

At the end of the school day, Theseus and the others march out onto the rooftop of the school, not seeing anything but the gravel that covers the walled in surface. What happens next is a violent blur for everyone but you.

The door to the roof slams shut and locks, and a quick swing of a baseball bat takes out the knees of the biggest of the jocks. Before anyone can really react, you make the rounds, crushing ribs, hearts, skulls, legs, and everything inbetween. Theseus was the last of your targets, and you made sure to make his punishment painful…

Nowadays, you’re left alone, allowed to be quiet in your classes and permitted to relax safely despite being the only person without any supernatural boons.

Theseus lost control of everything south of his eyes that day, and none of his friends were anywhere to be found to explain the ace student’s terror when facing the quiet little nobody.

You are the sole normal, unpowered student at a School for the Supernaturally Gifted. You were bullied once. Once.

Heya! Never have I ever been injured by my own pokemon?

-@slowpoke-enthusiast-avery

Howdy friend!

I’ve gotten all manner of injuries from my Pokémon and Pokémon under my care! The list is long, but I’ll try and keep it interesting.

When I was just starting out, my first Dodrio Hen broke one of my legs, and would have fully ended my life had Stoutland not been there to save me.

While watching over a competitively bred and freshly evolved Arcanine that my uncle dumped on me, I got a whole bunch of burns all over as he figured out just how to control his fire.

A few years back, when helping teach a school trip about Pokémon farming and ranching, one of the kids didn’t listen when I said “don’t go into the pasture by yourself.” And they snuck off and almost got turned into a fine powder by Grouchy the Tauros, who wound up breaking a few of my ribs in confusion instead.

Just earlier this year, I actually lost my left pinky finger to a spooked Dodrio that was trying to protect itself and its chicks from a wild Raichu that someone released without considering the local ecosystem.

There’s also always a minimum of one nasty looking bump, bruise, cut, or other such blemish from generally handling aggressive Pokémon with sharp bits all over their bodies on me at all times.

Making a shitty one-page RPG called Oh Shit It’s the Killer. The premise is simple: you’re a high schooler spending the weekend in the woods with your besties. The Killer is there also. He is trying to the Kill you

You are the owner of a very well received restaurant that caters to the… not quite human variety. You serve the vampire lords, and wolf pack leaders, zombie kings, and all sorts of supernatural guests, but one customer is causing you a lot of trouble. It is time to show why you are the owner