glowsticks are pretty rad

i want . sooo badly. to do a hisui pokedex zine. where it's more scrapbook than pokedex and all of the art is pictures of the pokemon as if taken by people in the survey corps and there's notes from laventon and other npcs and the player. and there's berry stains and pawprints and burns and grit on some pages. and i want to make it a physical book SO BAD.

at this point i dont even really ship pokemon protags with their rivals anymore i just think that saving an entire region (or depending on the game the entire World) together should make you a little bit insane about each other

not shipping not platonic but a secret third thing. you're the only person who understands what the hell we just went through. we thought we were going on a silly little adventure together and suddenly we're saving the world and now everyone knows who we are and there's no going back and there's no moving on. you're the only person who can meet me at my level in more ways than one. even if we never talked to each other ever again anyone who ever looks at me will also think of you.

I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godhood is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

Ribcage is a hell of a word. Like yeah my bones trapped my heart inside my chest if u even care. I don’t know if it wants out

[GUY WHO HAS THE MANNERISMS OF A NEUROTIC PREY ANIMAL VOICE] yeah i really believe that i am always a pretty calm person. cool. Collected, even

The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you

oh we thought we killed a god and left it to rot but yeah. turns out that was basically just some guy or a vessel or whatever and the actual god was the rot itself. yeah im like super into decaying now. yeah the eternal rot. thats why im decomposing. get this though. the corpse of the god we killed? fresh as a patch of flowers

*holding onto ur heart thru ur ribcage* so what are we

immortality as theft (you have to steal life from something else) immortality as parasitism (there is something else inside You that is keeping you alive and you become less of yourself more and more the longer it stays in you) immortality as violence (everything is trying to kill you because everything is supposed to die and the universe will always try to find a way to right the wrong that is You) you understand