#thread: turning back

[lanternlightss]

i am. normal over how venti—who we are explicitly told does not have hope, but keeps trying because, well, who else but me—and how that compares to not only the white horse adepti, who leaps forward in time without care, and istaroth, who is running her hand through the space around her to simply see what happens.

one of them cares so much it’s destroying him. the others are watching and waiting.

[greenzilla4]

Seriously, how do you get lost in your own house-

Can we not talk about this right now?! Look! There's Blue. Surely they know where Red is.

...eugh.

What's wrong?

I just felt the weirdest case of deja vu.

[morninkim]

the son becomes his father or something

[deepdive002]

Threaded replies make Tumblr more like the classic internet and I'm excited!

I hope people will talk directly to one another more, rather than just throwing ideas out in a busy town square and hoping a random person will give an iota of attention.

I'm 44 and I remember the early days of the internet.

We would write essays on Buiten Board Systems just so a handful of people would read them and be enthralled.

These days everything is fast and attention grabbing but the total attention of the internet hasn't changed.

I have no crystal ball, but I hope this feature brings more people closer together.

[daily-shin]

「木……陰キャ‼︎」

"Tree... Loner!!"

[sculsilvered]

@emptyzone || PARTY ROCKERS IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT

The Daycare had closed shop for the night. The seemingly endless stream of trainers coming to drop off or pick up their Pokémon had petered off, and the Pokémon being boarded had come in to sleep for the night. She'd taken inventory of all the new eggs and sent messages to their respective trainers to tell them to come pick them up tomorrow. Her grandparents had gone home to New Bark Town, meaning Lyra was, for all purposes, alone.

Well, not alone alone. There was her new friend hanging out in her shadow, but she hadn't quite explained that to anybody yet.

Lyra herself was lounging in the back, curled up in an armchair as she sent off a text to Silver.

Hi sweetie! If you're seeing this, don't forget to take a binder break! Your poor lungs will thank you <3

She smiled to herself as the thumbs-up reaction pinged from the other side and a series of ellipses piped up, as Silver was typing out a message. Not that she'd ever get to see what he said... as the window broke outside.

Lyra immediately grabbed a Poké Ball and jumped up, sending out her strongest Pokémon: Azumarill. The round, rabbit-like Pokémon rubbed her eyes, but the sound of heavy metal boots clunking against the ground snapped her awake almost instantly. The two of them ran out, ready to face the intruder--

Four intruders?

"Look out, little girl! We're here live in Johto, ready to bring terror directly to your doorstep! Count off, boys! One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

From somewhere outside, Lyra could hear the distinct echo of 'five!' and 'six!' as two identical shapes stood guard outside the daycare.

Ooooookay. This was a bit weird, but it wasn't like Lyra couldn't look after herself. As the four henchmen in front threw out their Pokéballs, Lyra turned to Azumarill to start their strategy. "Alright, Azumarill, you ready? Let's play--"

She turns to her Pokémon, only to watch in horror as Azumarill immediately gets tackled by a Manetric and Breloom into the hands of a waiting Muk. The poor thing screams and squirms, but the Muk just won't let go. Lyra winces as she notices a few sickly bubbles come from Azumarill's mouth, indicating it's been poisoned.

This isn't fair. They all just attacked at once, and she can already tell she's at a real disadvantage.

She reaches for her Poké Gear... only for a pair of strong, searing hot hands to grab her wrists from behind. She turns her head up, only to meet the eyes of an extremely aggressive Armarouge forcing her to the ground. Something's off about its gaze, but she can't tell what...

"Hey now, no calling for outside help! This is just between you and all six of us." The red one stands over her. "But maybe if you come in quietly, we'll be sure to hand you over to the boss in one piece."

Lyra hisses in pain as Armarouge's grasp singes her wrists, unable to move. In all the chaos, however...

Nobody's paid attention to her shadow.

[gildead]

@tetramulti || CONTACT.

He's not sure how well this will work. But after the intrusion on his mind last night, Gold knows some kind of diplomacy on his end is needed. His unexpected mindmates have made it clear they have no intention of leaving, so the best he can hope for is that he can work with them.

Starting with the more difficult of the two.

He lays back in bed and relaxes, allowing himself to drift off.

Hello? Are you there? I know we didn't... have the best first impressions of each other, I guess. But you're hurting, and I want to help. You don't have to keep taking me over. We can just... talk to each other. Like this.

He sighs.

I know you don't want to leave. You don't have to, but if we're going to be linked like this... We have to understand each other.

[pastelprcdigy]

@tetramulti || consider this revenge for the under the umbrella event

"Oh, Weskeeeeer~!"

Ah, right on time. The pink sleep paralysis demon herself struts into the halls of the Umbrella facility, having just bragged to the security guard on duty that yes, she did have proper clearance, and yes, she was personally invited here by none other than Albert Wesker himself. After weeks of planning, spamming his messages, and finally having to drop the cutesy facade and speak plainly, Lovrina finally had gotten right where she wanted.

Where did Naps get off on telling her she was in over her head? She so had a handle on this. Especially given she wasn't alone.

An odd creature, not too unlike Red Stain and Trojan Fox, sits curiously in her large beach tote bag she carries over her shoulder. It was a rare gem of its species, purple and pink instead of blue and pink. Yet, something about its hollow-eyed stare and overly calm attitude seemed oddly perturbing to the dozens of scientists watching as they passed by. Something about how those eyes stared deep into their very souls, watching and waiting for some kind of weakness before striking like a true apex predator.

Lovrina didn't seem to care, though. Tutu the Sylveon was just extremely well trained and adorable... right?

When she finally saunters in the lab, the man of the hour looks like he's just finished recording something. He's watching some kind of ugly overgrown Eevee-looking thing inside a tube. Lovrina purses her lips as she studies the half-liquid canine. Tutu reaches a paw out and pads at the glass, the way a Delcatty does before it closes in on its prey.

"I told you I'd find you." She smirks, satisfied. "Hopped on a plane as soon as I saw our little Cadaver lose his marbles in the groupchat."

"And how are your new pets treating you so far?" She turns to the glass and stares right at the sedated canine.

"Well? Are you behaving for your daddy?"

[chandralia]

the intimacy of Deku just sitting behind Bakugo in class…

[swordmaid]

PAUSE. thinking of changing the thumb on her mouth to a dagger on her tongue and now perhaps I am thinking about a scenario where she comes across a drow absolute cultist in act 2 wielding the very same dagger, and upon that drow’s death she finds out she was sent by her matriarch to kill her - bc she was never meant to survive her trip up the surface.

[death-and-his-maiden]

my best friend snuck up behind me with this lead pipe of a meme made specifically to call me out and the accuracy caved my skull in

[devynconstance]

I take back every good thing I've ever said about my sewing machines automatic buttonhole stitch

[lunaetis]

@hymartia asked :

the phosphorus moon slowly drifts within a midnight sea of time gone by, its silent gaze turned in devotion toward the abundant field of intevat blossoming as fragile pearls within soil teaming with life and promise. a lone figure patiently awaits in the light for his arrival posthaste. she had summoned him prior for an urgent request, yet the nature of this request remains unknown and unspoken of in detail. intuition would have it that it was incredibly urgent from the tone of her earlier plea to meet here. dark mantle is familiar with the wistful nocturnes of the distant world that it has sworn its existence to protect and guard. the spirits of those that have long since shed mortal coil are free to roam as they please, a particular affinity for places shrouded in fate and sorrow. repose is to be found underneath the tree’s branches, allowing thought and contemplation to exist unrestrained and plentiful without the exchange of words. blue eyes soften when they are reacquainted with the aurous hue of khaenriah’s new monarch, the very soul to whom his fate is now tethered. they briefly close in solemnity, a gentle and slight bow of his head in recognition of her status. there is no need for such formality or pleasantry between dearest friends, but it is granted in respect of her title nonetheless. as he has been conferred with the epithet of ‘ twilight sword ’, so she has been chosen to be khaenriah’s hope and living legacy. their revered princess and his cherished companion. ‘ are you unable to sleep ? have you asked me to come and regale you with yet another story ? ‘ many stories have been bestowed upon the hilt heart of the sword, its blade decorated with the scars of endless war, the mournful and poignant songs of loss and throughout it all, the enduring resilience and strength of human and divine flesh. there are stories of civilisations that prospered alongside the presence of golden allure, before they succumbed to unimaginable extinction. the remnants of these places thrive in the recounting of legend and myth, spectral wisps of memory and physicality. there is a prompting by her to give her his hand. without hesitation, he does so, allowing her to do as she pleases. hold on, for as long as you wish. if that is what brings you comfort for now, so may it be. the lines of destiny are woven already on his palm, as she begins to craft them anew. with faint curvatures and flourishes, she bequeaths the origin of her true existence. ying. it is light that keeps them connected in its tender embrace, awaiting to see what paths they will take to leave their mark upon the world.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「荧」─  the silence was deafening.

                no more merry laugh in the air, no more muffled discussion about the morning training to come once the SUN come up hours from now, no more lives to be sensed in what used to be a place filled with hope and future. in the land hidden away from gazes of the GODS, there was no more future for the nation that had just received its unjust judgement from above. black and red flickered through her mind still, the colors of death and eternal damnation reflected repeatedly on the canvas of molten gold. nightmares had ridden her thoughts whenever darkness of slumber claimed her. the SILENT SCREAMS that went unheard by the divine yet so overwhelmingly loud in the confine of her own consciousness.

                the PRINCESS turned at the familiar muted footsteps. she knew of his arrival even before his voice was heard in the silent wind between them. there, in the middle of the field of flowers holding the same name as the land beneath their feet, was the twilight sword. the knight who had bound his destiny and duty to her very existence, the PROTECTOR who was now bowing his head to her in that title of a royalty. but it was useless, was it not ? such an act. not only because of how formality was unnecessary in their intimate bond, but also because their home was already gone. all of it, all of them, was reduced to ASHES AND RUINS. what was the need of that bow to a title belonging to non-existent throne ?

                the wound was still fresh, but it was what prompted her decision. partially gloved digits beckoned for his calloused ones, and he gave it so willingly without a second thought. like it was natural, like it was reflex. her index traced a FOREIGN WRITING, a name long lost with her own world and now it was placed upon his palm like a secret and a treasure. the letters glowed a soft golden light, bestowing upon the twilight sword every bit of her entirety. a pledge more sacred than life, a binding that would wrap around her very soul and branded her as his.

                a name only he would be allowed to utter.

                " dainsleif, " not his renowned title, but his name, said upon her tongue almost like a prayer. she who had come from another world into his, and she who had failed to protect their HOMELAND despite being hailed a savior and last hope of khaenri'ah. she stood before him now, stripped from her own title and the expectations she had failed to meet. the TRAITOR in the name of a hero, and he, the sword that should have plunged deep into her very being for that betrayal she committed the moment she turned away from them and towards her own flesh and blood.

                it was a sight of hope and heartbreak, of the very last of her being thrust into his palm to hold or to break. she was entrusting her fate to him in the middle of the field of flowers she told him countless times of how much they were adored by her. only the stars and the moon bore witness of this ritual, of this pledge, of this contract. her true name hovered softly above his palm, AUREATE meeting sapphire under the moonlight. this was her oath, her devotion, and her redemption. she was binding herself to him, and in turn, to this world they loved and loathed in the same breath. the same world that took their HOME from them.

                the world they would journey to bring back what gods had taken from them.

                " would you be my name holder ? "

                whether he would be her ruin or salvation, it was for him to decide.

[gildead]

@tetramulti || get in loser we're drafting you into rezzie

"Silver? Honey?"

Silver head snaps up from his PokéGear as his girlfriend's voice snaps him out of his spiraling thoughts. How the hell could he even begin to approach this conversation? If the unknown number was talking about what he thought it was talking about... Sweet merciful Ho-Oh, this was not how he wanted to spend his date night.

"Silver." She speaks again, folding her arms as her expression hardens. "You've been staring at your PokéGear for several minutes now. What's going on?"

He rolls his eyes and moves to put it away. "Nothing we need to worry about--"

"Don't give me that. You've gone whiter than a Dewgong." Before he could even respond, Lyra snatches the device from his hands and studies the screen, her brow furrowing. Silver considers stopping her for a moment, but as soon as Lyra's expression gives way to confusion and horror, he knows it's too late.

[Is this Silver? I'd like to talk to you about the situation from a few months ago. The one that involved your now-dead friend.]

She sets the PokéGear down and stares at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"Shit, fine." Ugh. He had such a headache. "Remember when I was on bedrest a few months ago--"

"From 'champion business'." She shoots him a skeptical expression as she sits back in her chair. Dammit, dammit, dammit, he knew that was a stupid excuse. How the hell did he think she was going to believe him, especially with that bullshit detector of hers? He let out a frustrated growl before continuing.

"Look, what if I told you Gold's stuck in a weird purgatorial ghost state, bonded with a Celebi, then got kidnapped and experimented on by a creep my dad wouldn't even hire?" He's shocked by how quickly that slipped out and even more regretful when he notices how Lyra's eyes well up. He should've led in more gently, especially considering she was the one who found him.

Or, at least, what was left of him. Barely enough to fit a small casket, she had said.

Lyra sucks in a deep breath as she forces back tears. Silver's voice goes soft immediately. "Babe, I... I'm sorry." He runs a hand down his face. "But you get how crazy that sounds, right--?"

"Answer it." Lyra answers quickly, before Silver can get another word in edgewise. Clearly he's taken aback if his expression's of any indication, because she keeps going.

"Answer the damn text, Silver." Oh. She's not kidding. "I want answers. To all of this."

He nods wordlessly and texts his response.

[Indigo League Building, 5:00 AM. Be there or no deal.]

[sworn-in-blood]

〘  cassiopeia clay 〙  ⸻ @constellationcursed

➥  I don’t really respond to threats. I kind of just tune it out.

Alonzo kicked up his boots onto the coffee table as she spoke. Cata would probably yell at him for doing it, but she wasn't here and it was comfortable. He had a smile on his expression — he knew how to enjoy the peace when it came.

"Good thing we're not threatening you."

In fact, it was the opposite. Cass had asked them to help, and so as such, they helped. Alonzo wasn't a big player in this specific situation, not with his own current obligations, but he'd heard enough to get the full picture of the story. Someone wanted evidence gone, and it wasn't their position to ask more than what they were given, and none of them had any intention to.

"Has anybody offered you a drink yet? Coffee? Tea?"

[equalperson]

being the friend that's "too woke" fucking sucks because everyone else can talk about their political beliefs just fine, but the moment you say something, the conversation either dies or you get berated for it. god forbid you want to talk about any lesser-acknowledged type of discrimination (E.G. sanism, fatphobia, ageism, etc.)!!