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quibblesandscribbles · 3 years

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Centaurworld Rewrite: A Serious Adventure AU - S1E1 Outline

I’m doing rewrite outlines, prepare for some AU. That being said, I still like several parts of Centaurworld a lot, namely Rider, Horse, Wammawink, and whatever the hell is going on with the Nowhere King, and hope there’s a second season to watch (which I will if Netflix doesn’t ruin our hopes and dreams).

Anyways, here’s like, a rewrite or whatever. I will probably post the outlines as I go, episode by episode. Will I get to them all? ADHD-willing, we’ll see. Also feel free to use these ideas/outlines? I don’t mind.

Also assume there are songs in this even if I don’t specifically mention all of them. Also I guess this rewrite kinda chains the 1st and 2nd episodes together as a two parter? Maybe, idk.

Also I’ll preface this with this too: I ship Wammahorse, yes I SHIPSHIP it. Moving on.

Some headcanons before we start:

Warworld (*the world Rider and Horse are from) is a Low Fantasy Setting, there IS magic, but it comes in two variations, either very subtle low-powered but relatively uncommon, or Terrifyingly Powerful and so extremely rare to the point that it’s not very well known and “just myths” (usually for Big Baddies)

Ideas for Horse’s Degree of Sapience Prior to Worldhopping:

A: Horse was just a regular, non-magical horse, and their exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld has essentially made them a Fully Uplifted Animal. - This is interesting, but ultimately a difficult idea to convey because it would require a lot more setup and wouldn’t exactly fit Horse’s characterization without some rework. This is an amazing idea, but I won’t be using it because it would slow things down too much.

B: Horse is a low-fantasy magic steed raised as warhorse/war asset, who is much smarter than your average animal steed/companion similar to a DND Ranger’s pets, or Mabari from Dragon Age, or a Ranger Horse from John Flanagan’s ‘Ranger’s Apprentice.’ The combined exposure to the Artifact and Centaurworld could account for her gaining speech and her body expressing limited physical adaptation to Centaurworld’s different physics (her body’s new extended range of motion for example) but of course I’ll be limiting this because having stakes make it more fun imho. This is my favorite, I’m using this.

Horse would’ve been considered a very valuable war asset (trained warhorses are like, historical ferraris, expensive as hell, i can only imagine what low-magical smart warhorses would be valued at), though still ultimately expendable for the war effort like anything else

Let Horse have horse behaviors (*can you tell I haven’t really left my horse phase behind lol)! Nipping and grooming behaviors as affection or warnings, ear positions to indicate mood, grazing to eat, laying down only when truly relaxed, sleeping standing up. COME ON.

Centaurworld is a High Fantasy world with an Absurdist bent but with darker undertones, similar to how Adventure Time is, with an extremely high saturation of magic, maybe you could even theorize that due to the Splitting of the Two Worlds that all the magic is being Dammed up in Centaurworld like a river or reservoir, this could be a future plot thread that could be picked up in a later season.

Basic Changes:

Durpleton, Glendale, Ched and Zulius are supporting cast, not main

Durpleton is less stupid and more of a Kronk-expy: a little dim but ultimately kind/means well, has at least 1 life skill he’s good at buried in there though for the life of me I can’t think of one right now.

Glendale’s Narrative Framing: Glendale is amazing, but the kleptomania will be allotted ONE (or two) joke mentions but narratively isn’t treated like one after, somehow establish that her kleptomania is directly intertwined with her anxiety levels. Are there other denizens of the Valley that know the Herd? Are they mad at Glendale for stealing things? Does Wammawink have to constantly run interference to cover for Glendale? Probably.

Make Ched look like less of a pointless asshole: Have him show concern for his friends’ safety and his suspicion of outsiders, AKA Horse. If he’s going to be a jerk, at least let it serve a purpose.

Zulius can stay roughly the same - Zulius is great okay, just don’t tell me there’s backstory and then NOT TELL OR SHOW US ANY CLUES about what said backstory/history IS! (other than forcing us infer/project the headcanon[?] that him and Splendib might’ve been exes, from how they act around each other without any other context/visual/or confirming exposition we literally know nothing other than Splendib and him split/had a nasty falling out and Splendib took the glittercats and the career in the divorce.)

S1E1: Hello Rainbow Road

Opening scene in Warworld

If these episodes were allowed to be longer (shuddup it’s my AU), have the scene open with Horse sees Rider comes running out of some underground castle ruin catacombs and ominous roaring and clanging behind her as she deliberately sets off a dungeon booby trap (arrows or fire) she must’ve avoided while dungeon crawling earlier, and Horse runs towards her and circles at a canter and then Rider does a Running Mount (mounting a horse while the horse is in motion) and shoots an arrow at that flies offscreen

Smash cut to the DRAWBRIDGE door falling and Rider and Horse come galloping out while dodging some javelins and arrows and 1.5 seconds later 1-4 armored minotaurs (the lizardmen?) riding some coursers (swift horses or horselike creatures idk have fun) gallop behind in hot pursuit.

WARWORLD CHASE/FIGHT SCENE

Rider and Horse take out 2 of the pursuers on the run have Rider stay on horseback, dodge and make 1 pursuer shoot/javelin another 1 into a nasty-looking fall, and then Rider nails another 1 right through the helmet visor with an arrow. Have Rider throw a smoke bomb or something at the 2 remaining ones trying to catch up.

2 Enemies left but Horse is forced to skid to a stop as the suspension bridge approaches, then a tense moment forced to walk in order to escape safely across the suspension bridge which Rider cuts once they’re across. Maybe have 1 of the minotaur pursuers having been on the bridge somewhat behind them before Rider had to cut the line, sending the enemy hurtling down below. The remaining minotaur scout stares at them ominously from the other side before leaving.

Have Rider breath a sigh of relief

Smash cut to Horse and Rider traveling across a wartorn landscape, start Horse’s internal monologue narrative until they finally get to the hill and see the ruins of their village

Everything from this point to Horse getting transported to Centaurworld is the same as canon

Not Actually a DREAMVISION SEQUENCE:

Shot/Animated from Horse’s 1st Person POV: Darkness, the sound of whooshing Horse falls, shimmering flash colors [if this were an actual show pls put a Epilepsy warning at the beginning of the ep], then a loud Splash as Horse falls into Dark Water. POV looks down and we see Horse’s front legs and a bottomless abyss below and a then flash of green and off-white from deep below, then look up to see blue light, see the swimming motions of Horse’s front legs and getting closer to the Blue Light

Horse wakes up, blinking, alone (no Durpleton)

Horse gets up looks around, doesn’t see Rider anywhere and starts makes Whinnying sounds (specifically, Whinnying is a social horse call, like specifically going, “Rider where are you!?” in IRL horse)

“And what are you supposed to be?” the “camera” wheels around to see Ched who has landed on Horse just within reach of her tail so Horse lets out a startled squeal (the Horse noise, not the human one) and does that thing where horses use their tails to swat away insects which sends Ched FLYING as Horse’s squealing morphs into her Talking/Yelling “what the heck is going on?!”

Horse does what panicked horses do, she runs

Horse stumbles into meeting Durpleton, who freaks her out more

Meeting kinda the same as canon but with less constant emphasis on reminding the audience that the writer’s can’t write comedy

Wammawink and Horse meet, Ched flies in and goes “hey that asshole kicked my a-I mean attacked me, but I totally beat ‘em.”

Horse tries to leave, discovers the Barrier, tries to get through, fails multiple times, but only 3-4 attempts shown with time passage show by the time of day changing, have Horse’ talking to herself a bit about how utterly weird the talking words thing is, that this is a “human” thing why is this HAPPENING she needs to get back

Waste less time on the visual gags of the Barrier repelling Horse, also get rid of the Tree Catapult scene because it doesn’t jive with Horse being a horse, why do they know how to make a catapult? Also because I hate how it basically shows us that Horse has no physical danger or chance of injury from being FLUNG around like Pokemon’s Team Rocket.

Have the rest of the centaur Herd come up to and talk to Horse while Horse is trying to get through the Barrier, and Horse talks about the outside and her world and doing things, squeeze in some convo about how there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld and how Horse thinks that that “freedom must be nice.” Anyways these conversations are what has Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton at least considering the ups of leaving.

Durpleton: Durpleton approaches Horse alone and asks about where she’s from, what’s home like, expositiony bits for Warworld and how much Horse needs to get herself and the Artifact back to Rider; Horse should say something offhand, like how she dreamed about exploring the world with Rider after the War seeing new things together, to which we’d cut to a shot of Durpleton looking thoughtful, before asking a completely unrelated question before Horse asks to be left alone. He doesn’t go originally, but gets distracted by something (butterfly?) and trots off.

Wammawink, Ched & Glendale: Atop a hill, Wammawink looks up to see stormclouds gathering off in the distance and comments that they’re going to be in for some rough weather, then goes over to offer Horse food, but gets distracted by some other Valley Denizens who are mad suspicious that Glendale is responsible for something of theirs that’s missing. Leaving Wammawink to go off and have to run interference leaving Glendale to approach Horse alone. Horse will learn that there’s no (current) war in Centaurworld but there was one historically, and Glendale will offhandedly mention that they’ve stolen everything from everyone in the Valley at least 4 times and with the unspoken implication of boredom. Ched will butt in and heckle Horse like, “could you leave any quieter?” and Horse sniping back, ears pinned back and animated horse stress behaviors. And Horse’s last failed attempt at passing the Barrier has them drop the Artifact, and we get a shot of Glendale spotting and eyes widening at seeing the Artifact unattended on the ground, then we get a smash cut of Glendale getting herded away by Ched.

Zulius: Goes over to ask about Horse’s avante garde accessories (her bridle, saddle & armor[barding]), makes comments on her style/aesthetic and asks where he could find some. Horse loses her patience, and says that she Needs to concentrate on getting back to someone they care a lot about and could you please just go away?

Horse: (voiced as a rhetorical question) “Haven’t you ever wanted to go back to someone you loved before?”

Zulius gets a Look on his face, then he’d puff up, cover up the Armor Piercing Question’s effect on him with more bluster and then turn away as it gets later

Around sunset, Horse finally gives in to go ask Wammawink what’s up, and how can they leave.

Wammawink tries to feed them and convince them to stay, but Horse waves her off and moves away while muttering something about coming up with a plan

Speaking of plans, the Herd excluding Wammawink (& Ched) start talking about being bored, and mention Horse saying stuff about exploring the world (taken out of context, deliberately)

Wammawink, smelling the ugly head of discontent, sighs in defeat at not being able to recruit this new outcast in the Herd and approaches a grazing Horse and says she’ll help her through it with her magic(not admitting that the Barrier is her magic working in the first place because it’s not relevant right now okay) but then we get the “What’s magic?” bit from Horse and the rest of the Herd butts in with the Song. They wander off to go to bed afterwards, and Horse wants to go Now but Wammawink says that she’ll help Horse leave the Barrier but only in the morning because “you look tired”

Horse: “That doesn’t matter.” *awkward silence*

Wammawink, sadly: “Of course it does.” *Horse has already walked away*

The sun finishes setting as the wind blows the plants and through Wammawink’s fur (ominously) and she shivers, going back to the campfire

DREAM SEQUENCE: It’s dark, then we get a flashback dream of a younger Rider and Horse, idk a memory of something to showcase them either while in training or really show their Bond okay? End with them sitting around a campfire with other young soldiers and horses, someone is humming something (the first few bars of the Nowhere King’s Lullaby, no actual words yet). Then Dream!Rider turns to face Horse and asks, “how could you?”

Horse: “How could I what?”

Dream!Rider: “How could you leave me behind?” (The humming grows louder, there’s a lute being played, growing discordant)

Then Horse starts calling into the darkness/void, “I’m coming back for you, Rider! Just hang on, alright?!”

Rider: “Oh Horse, it’s already too late for me.”

“Rider!” Horse yells as they jolt awake, standing, because horses typically sleep standing up.

It’s dawn but the wind and stormy weather signs are picking up but not here yet, Wammawink walks Horse to the edge of the Valley barrier and tries to convince Horse to stay here where it’s safe, but Horse refuses to be deterred

Brief shot of Glendale hiding a bunch of things from her Tummy Hammerspace in order to simulate the feeling of stealing things again later, including the Artifact which falls on the ground

A shot of Durpleton seeing and picking up the Artifact and spotting Wammawink and Horse some distance away going toward the barrier’s edge

Wammawink hangs back on a hill, glowy hands and the magic wall flickers and disappears, and Horse immediately breaks into a gallop and disappears into the forest, Wammawink sighs and turns away

Indeterminate amount of time later, Wammawink recasts the Barrier, and Durpleton misses breakfast so Wammawink enlists Ched to help her look for him because Ched can fly

Cut to a shot of Horse dropping from a canter to a trot on the Rainbow Road, it’s grown darker and the stormclouds are in the sky. Distant thunder booms overhead, and a few scattered raindrops start to fall

“Heyyyy! You forgot your necklaceeee!” a shout from behind

Horse looks back and sees a running Durpleton holding the Artifact, and stops, he catches up to Horse and is gasping, “Wow, you run fast, hoooo, *deep breaths* you’re really *another gasp* athletic! Anyways you forgot your Necklace.”

Durpleton ties the broken string into a necklace around Horse’s neck and Horse thanks them and wishes them a safe journey back to the Valley, but as this happens the rain gradually falls harder. Then the sounds of the Rest of the Herd finally catching up happen, and Wammawink mother hens Durpleton and wants take everyone back home but then a loud BOOM of thunder and lightning overhead, and then it starts to Pour down rain, forcing Horse and co to find shelter until it lets up. Maybe have someone mention something about landslides being a possibility? Durpleton asks how they found them so fast, dim remember, then brief flashback.

FLASHBACK: Wammawink and co searching and calling out for Durpleton everywhere in the Valley, and realize that he must’ve followed Horse for some reason when Zulius FINALLY shows up and mentions that he remembers Durpleton saying he was gonna give Horse back her necklace. The recast Barrier is brought down and they leave the Valley to bring back their friend.

Back to the present where the group has taken shelter as the storm picks up more, and thunder booms overhead, Horse has some nervous horse body language going on, then we get to hear her mutter-singing or humming the “I never fear the drums of war” to calm herself down, but with more stanzas please, when asked she says it’s a battle hymn that Rider sang.

If Horse was humming, Wammawink could ask why she doesn’t sing, she’s sure that Horse has a lovely voice

Horse goes “I’m a horse, I don’t sing.”

Wammawink tries to be encouraging, Horse is resistant

Wammawink invites her to eat (AGAIN) but Horse still turns her (love and affection) down (AGAIN!) and says she’s fine with grazing and Glendale pipes in excitedly that they have decided that they want to travel with Horse (Ched pipes up that he didn’t agree to this) but pls help us convince Wammawink and Horse protests but someone points out to ask “do you even know where you’re going” and they have a point

Horse acknowledges this and relents, states some stuff about how she’s not going to slow down much however. Then Glendale, Zulius and Durpleton rejoice, Ched acts tsundere, but Wammawink looks nervous and wrings her hands together and relents that “they’ll go with Horse as far as the nearest Shaman” and Ched will go, “hey don’t you know he-” and Wammawink shushes him quickly with a gigglecake

Wammawink doubles down on the mother henning behavior

Horse doesn’t eat Wammawink’s gigglecakes but grazes by herself nearby, occasionally answering a question or two when engaged by the others (not Wammawink) and Wammawink mentions how the weather probably won’t let up for very long and they should take it slow and that Horse should bundle up

Horse disagrees but its bedtime and a bedtime song occurs in the backdrop as a restless Horse struggles to stay alert and awake but eventually falls asleep

VISION SEQUENCE: A shimmer of soft blue light, then shots of Rider ducking and weaving, her sword flashing as she tries to weave her way through a horde of enemy soldiers, blood spatters, then an enemy archer takes aim at a fleeing Rider, and Horse calls out a warning.

Rider turns her head with a surprised look on her face suddenly just enough that the arrow buries itself into her shoulder instead the middle of her back and then she stumbles, one of her arms going limp, but everything goes dark before we can see if she fell

Everything goes dark and the din of war fades away, we get a shot of Horse’s hooves splashing and making ripples into dark water but the camera doesn’t follow her, we hear Horse’s cries for Rider fade, growing further and further away

Still dark, but in the silence we hear distant sound, drip, drip, drip, drip.

Then the episode ends and the credits roll.

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myth-lord · 3 years

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D&D Madness

My newest list of D&D monsters in my own worldbuilding project (for fun)

There are no more devils and yugoloths in my D&D realms, they are all demons/fiends now.

Aarakocra - Kenku - Nagpa - Vrock (Corrupted Aarakocra) Abeil (Worker / Soldier / Queen) Aboleth - Chuul (Aboleth Creation) - Cloaker (Aboleth Creation) - Kuo-Toa (Skum) (Aboleth Creation) Ahuizotl Air Elemental - Breathdrinker - Invisible Stalker - Lightning Elemental - Ragewind - Tempest Almiraj ANEMONE - Giant Anemone ANGEL (Most have bizarre otherworldly real-forms, but can shapeshift into winged humanoid to hide it.) - Aasimar (Half-Angel) - Angel of Decay (Undead Angel) - Archon (Hound) - Cherub (Erote) - Deva (Guardian Angel) - Erinyes (Fallen Angel) - Justicator (Extreme Law Angel) - Lillend (Muse) - Planetar (Trumpet Archon) - Solar (Healing Angel) - Valkyrie (Battle Angel) ANIMATED OBJECT - Carrionette (Animated Puppet/Doll) - Helmed Horror (Animated Armor) - Rug of Smothering (Animated Carpet) - Scarecrow - Tome Guardian (Animated Book) - Xaver (Animated Weapon) Ankheg - Craud (Sea Ankheg) - Kruthik (Corrupted Abyssal Ankheg) ANT - Abyss Ant - Giant Ant APE - Barlgura - Dire Ape (King Kong Size) - Girallon Araton (Desert Sand Devil) Arrowhawk - Steelwing Assassin Bug (Like the real-world insect) Assassin Vine - Bloodsipper - Choke Creeper Astral Stalker Aurumvorax Axe Beak (Terror Bird) - Achaierai (Corrupted Abyssal Axe Beak)

Babau (Blood Demon) Baku Balor Basilisk - Behir (Dracolisk) - Frost Salamander (Frost Basilisk) - Id Fiend (Fear Basilisk / Gila Monster) BAT - Eyewing (Small) - Fire Bat - Mobat (Really Big) Bebilith - Retriever BEETLE - Agony Beetle - Bombardier Beetle - Fire Beetle - Hoard Scarab - Siege Beetle - Slicer Beetle (most aggressive) - Water Beetle (mixed with Giant Water Bug) BEHEMOTH (all unique really-big, really-powerful monsters) - Astral Dreadnought - Kraken - Tarrasque Beholder - Eye of the Deep (Aboleth Creation) - Gazer (Very small) - Gorbel (Primitive Beholder) - Nothic (Beholder Creation) - -- Shardsoul Slayer (Phthisic)(Greater Nothic) Belker Black Dragon - Shadow Dragon (Undead Black Dragon) Bladeling (Weapon animates automatically when Bladeling dies) Blink Dog - Cooshee (more nature abilities) - Moon Dog Blue Dragon (Storm Dragon) BOAR - Dire Boar - Fhorge (Corrupted Abyssal Boar) - Tusk Terror (Fey Boar) Bonesnapper (Intelligent smaller T.Rex) Boobrie (Giant Hesperornis) Brown Dragon (Wingless) Bulette Bullywug - Banderhobb (Aberration Bullywug) - Grung (Smaller than Bullywug, but much more powerful, poison) - Hezrou (Pod Demon) (Abyssal Corrupted Bullywug)

Carbuncle CARNIVOROUS PLANT - Giant Sundew - Greenvise - Mantrap Carrion Crawler - Gravecrawler (Undead Crawler) - Rot Grubs (The crawlers young) - Ulgurstasta (Very big intelligent Crawler) CAT - Elven Cat (Cat Sith) - Grimalkin (like the Matagot in Fantastic Beasts) - Luck Eater (Golden cat with golden gem in forehead like Pokemon Persian / Can hover in air like Cheshire Cat) CATTLE - Catoblepas - Gorgon - Rothe Cave Fisher - Avalancher Centaur - Armanite (Corrupted Abyssal Centaur) CENTIPEDE - Adaru (Abyssal Centipede) - Giant Centipede - Megapede - Remorhaz Chasme - Cifal (Can be created with one of the Chasme abilities) Chathrang Chimera (Different look) Choker - Skulk (Choker that can change color of skin, better assassin) Cockatrice - Pyrolisk (Touch burns, not gaze) Copper Dragon (keep behavior and gain behavior from Brass Dragons / neutral alignment) CRUSTACEAN - Giant Crab - Hammerclaw - Sea Hermit Crystal Dragon (There are good, neutral and evil variants)

DARK TREE - Hangman Tree - Orcwort - Quickwood Deadly Dancer Deepspawn Destrachan Dharculus Digester (Feeds on oozes) DINOSAUR - Ankylosaurus - -- Sauropelta (More aggressive variant) - Brontosaurus - -- Amargasaurus (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Compsognathus - Deinonychus - Dimetrodon - Elasmosaurus - -- Plesiosaurus (Smaller and more friendly) - Ichthyosaurus - -- Eurhinosaurus (Larger and more dangerous) - Mosasaurus - Pachycephalosaurus - -- Stygimoloch (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Pteranodon - -- Quetzalcoatlus - Stegosaurus - -- Kentrosaurus (Smaller and much more aggressive) - Tanystropheus (Bigger and much more aggressive than the real creature) - Therizinosaurus (new) - Triceratops - -- Styracosaurus (Smaller but much more aggressive) - Tyrannosaurus Rex Disenchanter (not a joke monster) Displacer Beast Domovoi (Good, Neutral and Evil variants) Doppelganger - Maurezhi (Abyssal, Corrupted Doppelganger) Dragon Eel (Dunkleosteus appearance) Dragon Turtle (There are also Swamp variants with Snapping Turtle features) DRAGONFLY - Giant Dragonfly DRAKE - Air Drake (Like the Pathfinder Mist Drake) - Ambush Drake - Earth Drake (Much like the Rock Reptile, but Chameleon) - Fire Drake (Much like the Zezir) - Rage Drake (Negative Energy Drake) - Ravid (Positive Energy Drake) - Water Drake (Looks like a Plesiosaurus a bit, but more magical) - Wyvern - -- Abyss Drake Drow - Aranea (Meet the new handmaidens of Lolth, which make much more sense to me.) - Drider (Drow who passed the test of Lolth) - Ettercap (Drow who failed the test of Lolth) Dryad - Hamadryad (Very powerful Dryad, controls entire forest) - Myconid (Fungus underground Dryad) - Splinterwaif (Corrupted undead Dryad) - Vine Horror (Swampy Evil Dryad) - Wood Woad (Male more violent and protective Dryad) Duergar - Automaton (Duergar who replaced most of their flesh with iron) - Derro (Duergar who became insane after being send to the Far Realm) - Nightshade (Insane Duergar who love poison, venom and plants, and use their own skin to grow plants) Dustdigger - Silt Horror (Bigger and thinner Dustdiggers) - Voracia (Very big abyssal Dustdiggers)

Earth Elemental - Galeb Duhr - -- Bowler (animated stones Galebs) - Mudman - Necromental - -- Tomb Mote (Smaller parts that fall off a Necromental animate into these) - Sandman (Sleep abilities) - Skriaxit (Living Sandstorm) - Zaratan Eblis EEL - Cave Moray - Giant Moray Eladrin - Ghaele (The leaders and most powerful of the Eladrin) - Wild Hunt ENERGON - Xag-Ya - Yeg-Yi Executioner’s Hood (Ooze)

Fachan Faerie Dragon Fihyr Filcher - Temporal Filcher Fire Elemental - Immolith (Hellish fire elemental) - Magma Brute (Magma Hurler) - -- Magmin (Magma Brutes throw magmins as ranged weapons) - Phoenix (Good, Evil and Neutral phoenix exist) Firefriend (While very friendly and curious, their abilities are very dangerous and destructive when around fire) Flumph Fomorian - Eldritch Giant (The beautiful non-cursed form of the Fomorian) - Plague Spewer (Undead Fomorian who went too far with magic to become beautiful again) - Protean (Fomorians who became even more powerful by accident, master shapeshifters) Foxwoman (Kitsune / More like a Foxwere than a Werefox) FROG - Blindheim (non-humanoid, underground bioluminescence frogs) - Froghemoth (mutant frog from far realm) - Giant Frog FUNGUS - Ascomoid - Basidirond - Gas Spore - Phycomid (Very dangerous abyssal fungus / Much like pathfinders Terotricus) - Violet Fungus

GAR - Giant Gar Gargoyle (Evil, Good and Neutral variants exist) - Kapoacinth - Margoyle (Demonic Spirits entered normal Gargoyles) Gelatinous Cube GENIE - Dao - Djinni - Efreeti - Jann (light-based good-natured Genies) - Khayal (shadow-based evil-natured Genies) - Marid - -- Qorrashi (Ice-based Marid) Ghost - Allip - Banshee - Caller in Darkness - Einherjar (Warrior spirits raised by Valkyries) - Poltergeist (the psychic remains of a psionic child) - Trap Haunt (Animates and possesses traps of all kinds) - Wraith (red spirit of vengeance, allip is black) Ghoul - Berbalang (can separate it’s body-parts like Manananggal.) - Devourer (Abyssal Demonic Ghoul) - Ghast (Tyrantfog) - Wendigo (Very powerful Ghouls that inflict hunger, famine and cannibalism) GIANT - Cloud Giant - -- Fog Giant (Banished primitive Cloud Giants) - Cyclops (4e version / replaces Stone and Hill giants as the Earth-based giant.) - Death Giant - Firbolg (Animal-plant based druid-giant) - Fire Giant - Frost Giant Giant Owl (neutral and non-intelligent now) - Noctral (This is the giant intelligent owl) Gibbering Mouther (Chaos Beast) - Argos (Bigger, better and more intelligent Mouthers) - Skybleeder (Abyssal, floating mouthers) Glabrezu Gloomwing (Attracted to doom, evil places and disasters) - Gloom Crawler (Tenebrous Worm / Less aggressive) Gnoll - Flind (demonic corrupted Gnolls) - Marrashi (demonic corrupted Marru) - Marru (Jackal-headed more civilized Gnolls) - Witherling (Deadborn Vulture ability, some Gnolls raise as undead instantly after dying.) Goblin - Barghest (Demonic Goblins) - Bugbear (Bagman abilities, D&D’s true bogeyman) - Nilbog (Not unique, but very rare) - Norker (Pech abilities) - Spriggan (Fey Goblins) GOLEM - Clay Golem - -- Alchemical Golem - Flesh Golem - -- Drolem (Dragonflesh Golem) - -- Rotripper (A monstrous Flesh Golem that rips off flesh and adds it to itself) - Iron Golem - -- Adamantine Golem - -- Clockwork Horror (Clockroach) - -- Iron Cobra - -- Shield Guardian - -- Silver Golem (Anti-Evil golem, slayer of evil) - -- Steel Predator - Stone Golem - -- Coral Golem - -- Diamond Golem (Aura grants defense to allies) - -- Dwarf Ancestor (Every dwarf/duergar’s soul will go into this statue, turning this statue more powerful with every death, protectors of dwarven cities, one in each city) - -- Eidolon (stone golem with part of a soul of a god inside it, thinks it is a god itself) - -- Emerald Golem (Controls teleports around it) - -- Hellfire Engine (Juggernaut made from abyssal obsidian and fire) - -- Ruby Golem (Aura grants attack-power to allies) Gravorg Gray Dragon Gray Render - Braxat (Desert Renders) - Cadaver Collector (Renders that choose a necromancer/lich as their favorite become their slaves and collect undead for them) Green Dragon Green Slime - Arcane Ooze - Corrupture (very powerful and ancient Green Slimes, much bigger as they didn’t split like most Green Slimes do) Grimlock - Geonid (Grimlocks that use stones/rocks as cover) Gold Dragon (not all Gold Dragons are good, some are very greedy treasure hoarders that can animate the treasures they collected into golem like constructs) Gremlin - Quarrak (twin demonic Gremlins) Griffon (sorry no Hippogriff, I really dislike them)

Hadozee HAG - Annis Hag - Bheur Hag (Frostwind Virago) - Green Hag (Turns victims into frogs or insects) - Night Hag - Sea Hag (More powerful) Hamatula (Jovoc Aura / Demons of Pain) Harpy - Siren Hatori (Sand-Swimming Mosasaurus/Crocodile) Hell Hound - Canoloth - Death Dog - Howler - Yeth Hound (Always borns as triplets, if one dies the others become more powerful and bigger as they absorb their died kin.) Hippocampus Hook Horror Hydra

Imp - Gadacro (Sight and eye-obsessed Imps) - Mephit (Bigger imps that can absorb elements into their skin, and turn into the element they desire.) - Quasit (More powerful wingless Imps)

JELLYFISH - Belabra (Floater / Land based floating jellyfish) - Dybbuk (Demonic corpse-controlling jellyfish) - Giant Jellyfish

Kalothagh (Giant intelligent pufferfish) Kelpie (Still a seaweed plant creature) Kirin (Not a horse, more like a Celestial Stag) Kirre Korred Krenshar - Carcass Eater (Undead Krenshar) Kyton - Gorechain (Large giant using chains, much like Jack-in-Irons)

Larva - Lemure - Rutterkin Lava Ooze LEECH - Giant Leech - Puppeteer Leprechaun (Neutral, Good and Evil variants, Evil Leprechauns wear red and call themselves Clurichaun, but still same creature) Leucrotta Lich - Death Knight (Just a physical damage lich) - Demilich (Weaker Lich, could not fully reanimate) - Dracolich - Skull Lord (More powerful lich that killed other liches and added their skulls to its form) LIZARD - Muckdweller - Shocker Lizard Lizardfolk - Draconian - Drakkoth - Kobold - -- Urd - Salamander (Fiendish, Demonic Lizardmen) - Troglodyte (Much bigger prehistoric underground lizardmen) LYCANTHROPE - Werebear - -- Urskan (More feral Polar-Werebear) - Wereboar - Wererat - -- Uridezu (Corrupted demonic Wererat who hates beauty) - Wereshark - Werewolf

Mandragora Manticore - Jarilith (Fiendish, wingless Manticore) MANTIS - Ethereal Slayer (Fey Mantis with anti-teleport abilities) - Giant Mantis Marilith - Spell Weaver (Marilith who use spells and magic instead of physical attacks and weapons.) Masher (Much like a giant version of the Bobbit Worm) MEGAFAUNA - Glyptodon - Mammoth - Megaloceros - Megalodon - Megatherium - Smilodon Merfolk - Merrow - Triton - Wastrilith (Corrupted, Demonic Merfolk) Merregon - Arrow Demon (Other name needed) - Barbazu (More rare and more powerful Merregons) Merrenoloth Mimic - Trapper (Bigger Mimics can transform into bigger objects, entire floors or ceilings or even into huts and houses.) Mind Flayer - Brain Collector - Cerebrilith (Demonic brain-things created by Mind Flayers) - Elder Brain - Githyanki - Grell (Creations of the Mind Flayers) - Intellect Devourer - Ulitharid Minotaur - Goristro (Demonic, Corrupted Minotaurs) Mohrg (Actually the real creature is the pink-organs, which is a Aberration who feeds on murder, not an undead.) Mummy - Crawling Apocalypse - Grisgol (Magical Mummy, instead of bandage used with normal mummies, they used scrolls and magical incantations. - Skirr (Very ancient and powerful Mummy-Dragons.)

NAGA - Guardian Naga (Good) - Spirit Naga (Dark Naga) (Evil) - Water Naga (Neutral) Nerra - Fetch (Corrupted and demonic Nerra) Nightmare - Cauchemar (Nightmare Beast abilities, it’s huge aura causes nightmares in sleeping creatures. Purple flames instead of normal fire.) Nightwalker - Bodak (Created from the victims of Nightwalkers, behave and move like the Grudge) Nuckelavee (Like the Pathfinder version, not the D&D old version.) Nymph - Lampad (Shadow Nymphs of the Underdark) - Nereid (Water Nymph) - Oread (Earth Nymph) - Sylph (Air Nymphs)

Obliviax OCTOPUS - Darktentacles (Watcher in the Water) - Decapus (Tree Octopus) - Giant Octopus Ogre - Ettin - Oni (Demonic, magical Ogre) Oliphant (Much like the Oliphaunts from LOTR) Orc - Orog (Replaced the Hobgoblins / Smart war-veterans) - Tanarukk (Demonic Orcs) - Tulgar (Very powerful spiritual shaman-like antlered Orcs who got a demon-lords favor) Osyluth (Uses its own bones in battle. / Bones grow back instantly) OTTER - Giant Otter (Dobhar-Chu, playful but in a bad way) Otyugh - Abyssal Maw (Corrupted and demonical Otyugh) Owlbear - Winterclaw (Snow Owl + Polar Bear / Winged)

Paeliryon (The smell, perfume demon, sucks in air and turns it corruptive, corrupts air around it.) Pegasus Peryton Phane PUDDING - Black Pudding (Negative energy, underground Pudding, bones animate as Skeletons.) - Gray Pudding (Looks like rocks and stone until it is too late.) - White Pudding (Absorbs heat, not flesh) Purple Dragon - Brainstealer Dragon (Creation of the Mind Flayers) Purple Worm - Ashworm (Younger Purple Worms who gather in Deserts until they mature) - Fiendwurm (Demonic, corrupted Purple Worms) - Neothelid (Creation of the Mind Flayers)

Quickling Quipper (Bigger, more dangerous, more aggressive magical Piranha fish.)

Rakshasa - Akchazar (White, more powerful and magical Rakshasa.) - Naztharune (Black, less powerful and less magical assassin Rakshasa.) RAT - Cranium Rats - Giant Rat - Moonrat - Osquip (Can eat its way through any material spare for Adamantine.) - Rylkar (Intelligent and dangerous Rat creatures.) Red Dragon - Hellfire Wyrm (Corrupted and Fiendish Red Dragons.) Redcap Roc Roper - Piercer (Young of the Ropers) ROSE - Firethorn (Feed on the ashes of their victims.) - Vampire Rose (Bloodthorn) Rust Monster - Annihilator (One of the most dangerous monsters around, turns everything it touches into black dust.)

Sahuagin - Morkoth (Sahuagin that entered the Far Realm) - Skulvyn (Demonic corrupted Sahuagin.) Satyr - Bulezau (Oinoloth) (Pestilence demons, corrupted Satyrs.) SCORPION - Giant Scorpion - Hellstinger Sea Cat (Mishibizhiw / Very different than the normal Sea Lion) Shadow (Can animate corpses) - Darkweaver (Shadow Spider) - Shadow Demon (Undead demons that can possess anything weaker than itself) - Shadow Mastiff (Bad luck shadow dogs) Shambling Mound - Tendriculos (Bigger Shambing Mounds mostly found in the Abyss) Shardmind - Chaos Shard (Creations of the Shardmind, magical weapons of the Shardmind) - Crysmal (Creations of the Shardmind, pets of the Shardmind) - Crystal Ooze (Creations of the Shardmind, Failed experiment) - Gulgar (Creations of the Shardmind, look more like half-diamond Rhinoceros now, not like humanoids. Used as siege weapons and mounts by the Shardmind.) SHELLFISH - Giant Clam Sibriex Silver Dragon (Only dragon that is always gentle and good) - Mercury Dragon (Corrupted/tortured/captured Silver Dragons turn into vile slithering and liquid horrors of their former selves.) Simpathetic (Half parrot and half crow, very annoying) Skeleton - Bone Golem (Not a Golem at all, a bigger Skeleton with more bizarre form, still undead not a construct.) - Boneyard (Collection of all types of bones, absorbs more bones to become even bigger.) - Flameskull (The skull of a giant to make it different from Demilich) - Giant Skeleton (Gashadokuro) - Huecuva (Skeletons who heal other undead.) - Reaper (Like the Grim Reaper it hunts for dying creatures.) SKUNK - Giant Skunk - Witherstench (Magical fiendish Skunks with powers over stench.) SLUG - Balhannoth (Slugs from the Far Realm.) - Flail Snail - Giant Slug - Metalmaster - Sea Snail (Extremely poisonous and beautiful) SNAKE - Amphisbaena - Boalisk (It’s gaze causes victims to become breathless and see snakes everywhere, these are illusions though.) - Couatl (There are neutral, good and evil narcissistic Couatl) - Jaculi (They use their sharp head as a spear-like weapon) - Sea Serpent (Extremely long.) Solamith SOLIFUGID - Giant Solifugid Sphinx (Sphinxes can be Neutral or Evil.) - Lamia (Fiendish and corrupted Sphinxes) - Lammasu (Friendly, good and Celestial Sphinxes.) SPIDER - Bristle Spider (Very large plant-like spider.) - Dreamweaver Spider (Spider feeds on dreams and souls and weaves these dreams/souls into strange temporary monster minions.) - Giant Spider - Phase Spider (White and Blue colors, doesn’t have human face.) - Snow Spider (Much like a tarantula with the fur of a polar bear.) - Tomb Spider - -- Web Golem (Also known as Adherer / Not a real golem, more of a created minion from the Tomb Spider, who uses a corpse and magical webs to create these.) Sprite - Nixie - Pixie SQUID - Giant Squid SQUIRREL - Kercpa (Behave much like Robin Hood, steal from the wealthy.) - Skiurid (Very evil Squirrels which attack in large groups.) Stirge Su-Monster - Julajimus (Giant fey variants of the Su-Monster.) Succubus - Cambion (Tiefling) - Incubus Swordwing (Collectors of stuff and skulls)

Tabaxi Thri-Kreen - Gelugon (Corrupted and demonic Thri-Kreen) TICK - Bloodsilk Spider (Not actually a spider, but a tick that uses webs as a spider, the webs drain blood.) - Giant Tick - Soul Tick (Giant tick who sucks out the soul of a victim instead of blood, when the soul is absorbed entirely, the Tick will slowly turn into a copy of the dead victim.) Titan - Hundred-Handed One Tlincalli Treant - Saguaro Sentinel (Desert treants shaped like huge cacti) Tri-Flower Frond (All types of colors exist) Troll - Rot Troll (Undead Trolls, which is a very hard thing to create, their regeneration-abilities can’t handle the undead-status and they spread this rotting curse with their aura.)

Umber Hulk Unicorn - Dusk Unicorn (Ecalypse / Shadow Unicorn) URCHIN - Land Urchin - Silver Urchin (Large coastal Urchins which shoot their beautiful quills to their victims.)

Vampire - Blood Spawn (Vampire Spawns) - Lhiannan Shee (Female Vampires who are very beautiful and which feed on Charisma, ideas and creativity.) - Nosferatu (Ancient vampire lords, born undead.) - Varrangoin (Vampires who went to long without blood can turn into these bat-like humanoids, very bestial vampires.) Vampiric Mist - Blood Amniote (These blood-ooze creatures are created by vampiric mists who drip too much blood on unholy ground. They can animate corpses by replacing the blood.) - Crimson Death (Very large mist monsters.) - Mihstu (These mist monsters can harden the blood they absorbed into spiky spear and sword-like weapons.) Vargouille

WASP - Advespa (Fiendish and corrupted Giant Wasps) - Giant Wasp - Hellwasp Swarm (The swarm has a hive-mind and can create humanoid or monstrous forms by working together.) - Quanlos (Mind-controlling poison wasps, much like giant magical Emerald Wasps.) - Spider Eater Water Elemental - Caller from the Deeps (Undead Water Elementals) - Ice Elemental - -- Chraal (Evil intelligent Ice Elementals.) - Leviathan (Some have the size of an entire animated lake.) - Water Weird (More intelligent and vile than normal Water Elementals who are non-intelligent and neutral.) White Dragon Will o Wisp - Nyth (Magic-draining Will o Wisps.) - Trilloch (Undead Will o Wisps, absorb happiness and turn their victims into negative evil shadows of their former selves.) - Visilight (Vain will o wisps who steal the beauty of their victims, turning their victims ugly.) WOLF - Winter Wolf (Very big, Amarok sized and behavior.) - Worg Wolf-in-Sheeps-Clothing WOLVERINE - Dire Wolverine (Gulon)

Yellow Dragon - Sunwyrm Yellow Musk Creeper - Corpse Flower - Twilight Bloom Yeti Yochlol (Not a handmaiden for Lolth anymore as those are Aranea now, these are handmaidens for Juiblex) Yrthak (Sound Dragons) Yuan-Ti (Look very human-like but snake-like eyes, some scales and a tongue, love poison and venom of all types.) - Abomination (More powerful leaders of the Yuan-Ti.) - Medusa (Female variants of Yuan-Ti, but were once vain humans, who got cursed into becoming a type of Yuan-Ti.)

Zombie - Atropal - Crawling Claw (There are also bigger variants of course.) - Drowned (Weaker drowned zombies, non intelligent.) - -- Skuz (Much more powerful drowned zombies, intelligent.) - Dustblight (Zombie who died in desert by drought and uses drought as a weapon.) - Entombed (Zombie died by cold who controls ice and uses it as an armor.) - Hullathoin (Zombie Dragon/Drake that controls and creates other undead.) - Revenant (More powerful zombies, reanimate from any form of damage, until they got their revenge.) - Wight (More intelligent insane zombies, died while insane.) Zorbo

Others I really like but I don’t know what to do with them.

Meenlock / Slithering Tracker / Boneclaw / Alkilith / Narzugon / Meazel / Phoelarch / Famine Spirit / Skin Kite / Formian / Thoqqua / Vaporighu / Ragewalker / Skindancer / Evistro / Draudnu / Ethereal Defiler / Ghaunadan / Sand Hunter / Ant Lion / Kamadan / Caligrosto / Gray Jester

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 15 - Leon in Love? (Part 2)

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

@marydragneell - here is the latest update

Leon in Love?

Part 2

…

[“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.”

- Friedrich Nietzsche]

…

You awake to the rhythmic beeping sounds of a heart-rate monitor, your eyes opening and adjusting to the light of the room.

Emitting an inaudible sigh under your breath, you throw a quick glance to yourself to assess the damage.

Your mauled arm is bandaged and someone has cleaned you up. There’s no more blood. Your hair has been washed and your skin scrubbed. You smell like daisies but your clothes are not your own. Instead, you’re donned in nothing but a flimsy, paste-coloured hospital gown and there's a plastic bracelet with a barcode strapped around your wrist. An IV drip has also been set up along with the EKG machine.

To your left, you spot a capless and cape-less Leon sitting on the chair provided, albeit he appears to be sleeping with his arms crossed and his face buried in the crook of his elbow, using your bed to rest.

It is beyond your comprehension as to why Leon is here, especially after what he witnessed for himself in the art gallery.

Your throat hurts, not that you have the energy nor are you in the mood to talk. Leon looks comfortable sleeping by your side so you settle your gaze on the Champion of Galar and observe him for a few seconds or so before you slowly ease your good arm out from underneath the blanket to reach over and pat him on the crown of his head, your hand patting his unruly purple locks.

His hair is so light and soft and unfortunately your brief petting session comes to an end when he shifts, brows furrowing, and so you are quick to retreat your hand. You hope you hadn’t woken him up but when he groans, you quickly return to lie over the bed and close your eyes, pretending to be asleep.

You hear Leon shifting out of his spot before he unfolds his arms off the mattress, grabs his hat from the bedside table and dons it, and sits up. He emits a soft groan and a gentle yawn before the room grows quiet. He sounds exhausted.

It's not difficult to perceive when you're being watched, and you feel his gaze landing on your form before the duvet shuffles slightly under your grip and is carefully pulled up to your chin. Following that, your hair is gently smoothed down.

Your heartbeat spikes and the monitor emits a particularly harsh sounding beep.

“Hm?” Leon utters whilst you cringe. “That doesn’t seem normal…”

The legs of the chair squeals against the floor, light footsteps meander away, the door opens with a creak and slowly returns to the doorframe with a well-timed but shrill screech.

When all grows silent, you open one eye, look around and sit up.

You have been betrayed by the heart monitor and you wonder if you should have pretended to be asleep or not. However, several pairs of footsteps approach your room and the door eases open; glancing up, you see Leon with a doctor and nurse by his side.

The champion's expression lights up at once when he sees you blinking blankly at him.

“You’re awake!” he exclaims, his grin widening.

You should respond, nod or indicate in some manner, but all you do is slide your desolate gaze to your lap.

The doctor and nurse stroll to your bedside to begin the checkup and Leon automatically leaves the room to give you some privacy. You peer over the doctor’s shoulder as much as you can, watching Leon leave and close the door behind him; the doctor begins checking your back and chest with his stethoscope and asks you to sit properly on the bed and to remain still.

Then they ask you some questions but overall, you're told you’re fine and recuperating well.

Leon returns once the checkup is over and you lie in bed, inspecting your bandaged arm. Apparently you’ve got stitches but the injury will heal and fade, though a scar will most likely persist.

You emit another sigh as he seats himself on the chair, dragging it closer to your side.

“Hey...” he says.

When you shift your attention from your arm to the Champion, your gazes meet. “Hi Leon,” you say quietly.

“Are you okay?”

You divert your limp gaze to the window. “…Yeah.”

Your lethargy and dour mood does not go unnoticed; in an attempt to cheer you up, he reaches over and slowly worms his hand into yours, the heat from his palm spreading pleasantly into yours and thoroughly warming you up. You freeze for a split second before you throw your gaze to your entwined hands and your heartbeat promptly speeds up again, the room becoming prickled with a rapid and incessant influx of beeping sounds courtesy of the heart monitor.

Leon glances at the EKG and swerves his eyes to you.

You bite down on your lip, cheeks inevitably growing warm.

And he subsequently lets go of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he mutters sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “...I’ll give you some space.”

You say nothing and a tense silence spawns as you lower your gaze once more but Leon continues to wordlessly regard you for a few seconds or so and the atmosphere quickly grows awkward. Instead, you attempt to make yourself comfortable on the bed and Leon springs into action.

“Let me help.”

Before you can protest, he’s already adjusting the pillow behind your head and smoothing the case down.

“How’s this?”

“Good. Thank you.”

He grins widely in response.

“You must be thirsty,” he adds, and he grabs a silver flask that stands on the bedside table, unscrews the lid and pours some water into a glass which he settles it in your hands. You blink in surprise before you thank him quietly, tip the glass over your lips and gulp down the contents.

He’s treating you like a queen. Last time Leon was the one in hospital and now it’s your turn. How the tables have turned.

“What time is it?” you ask, as Leon takes the glass off you and returns it to the table.

“About three am.”

You stiffen all over. “…Leon, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to make sure you would be fine.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Unfortunately I’m not allowed to stay for the remainder of the night but I want to stay with you for as long as I can,” Leon murmurs, and he sounds terribly disappointed, “I really wanted to and I asked, but Chairman Rose won’t allow it. They want me to get fitted for a new shirt.”

You mull over his words. Leon is the first person at your side upon your awakening and he had wanted to stay with you for the rest of the night. It rapidly sinks in your mind and it’s happening again: heat crawls over your cheeks but it’s not just you this time; the two of you toss your gazes at everywhere but each other until the events at the art gallery invades your mind and a deep frown worms its way over your face.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that," you mumble, "and I’m sorry for ruining your shirt and cape."

"There's no need to apologise. I have plenty of spares at home and the cape's sent off to a dry cleaners."

You still feed bad regardless. “...And Spiritomb escaped too."

He nods minutely, taking note of your dark expression.

“Leon, I-“

There is a knock on the door and it opens to reveal a weary-looking Graves dressed in a ragged black tracksuit and beanie. He steps in and greets Leon before he throws his glance to you as you lie on the bed with the bandaged arm and forehead but then he sees Leon clutching your hand and stares intensely.

“Am I interrupting something?” Graves mutters.

You and Leon hurriedly let go of each other though on this occasion, you were quicker than Leon to shake your hand out of his, which you think he realises because he throws you a surprised look.

Graves pulls off his hat and fans himself as he stops by your bedside, “Good to see you’re awake. You okay, kid?”

You nod. “I’m fine. Is Jace okay?”

From the corner of your eye, Leon’s expression falters immediately upon your mentioning of your friend. Though it is not entirely noticeable, you are able to perceive the slight change.

“He’s fine,” Graves replies, “Jeez, focus on yourself for a change, would ya?”

“What about the other two?”

“They’re fine, and Magnolia and Sonia popped by earlier. They left warm clothes for you and food over there,” Graves points to a random counter where you see a black bag sitting near a pile of paper towels, “I’m gonna get some testimony off your friend and those men... Cole and…whats-his-face, Tan-something. Arceus, it’s a mess.”

“What’s happened?”

“Well, that Tan guy could face charges for grievous bodily assault. He’s denying it even though we have the video footage,” Graves scratches at his stubbly chin with a sigh. “He says he was possessed.”

“He was.”

Graves sighs heavily once more in response to your statement, “…And I’m also going to speak to Rose. I mean, I sort of did already but I need to speak to him again; they can’t just say they’re not liable for…this.” He gestures flimsily to your injuries.

“I signed some papers though.”

“Yeah, and I really wished you hadn’t. Let me see what I can do.” Turning to the champion, he adds, “Thank you for saving her.”

“You’re very welcome, sir,” Leon replies with a smile, "I'll speak to Chairman Rose too. I'm sure he'll come around."

"Thanks, Leon, that would be very helpful. I appreciate that."

Suddenly, Graves looks at you squarely in the eye, "Now don't you go talking to Rose yet."

"I won't," you reply; you agree with his decision for you might punch him in the face should you see him.

With another firm nod, Graves briefly turns, a move indicating that he is about to leave, but then he pauses and decides to shoot you and Leon curious looks before his brows furrow questioningly.

“Are you two-“

You’re aware that he is wondering if there is something going on between you and the champion but either way, he’s decided not to comment any further as he doesn’t complete his sentence and begins to waddle towards the door.

“Never mind,” Graves utters under his breath, “Get some sleep, kiddo.”

“Wait, before you go, I have a favour," you say.

“What?”

“Can you look up Edward Rose? He was Chairman Rose’s ancestor. Can you check if he was a Satanist or something?”

Both Graves and Leon look baffled by your request but the inspector nods nevertheless.

“Alright, fine, I will. Now get some rest. That is an order.” Graves barks, pointing at you before he promptly steps towards the door; you see a familiar face peering in through the gap and you sit up properly in bed.

“Jace?”

The blonde pokes the door open and slips inside the room; your face lights up upon his arrival.

“Jace!” you exclaim, and Jace grins widely at you in response whilst Leon tenses slightly in his chair.

“Oh, chuck, you’re okay!” the blonde abruptly dives for you and sweeps you up in his arms.

Whilst Graves sighs helplessly as Jace hugs you tightly, Leon sits quietly in his chair, his gaze pinned on you before he shifts his focus to the blonde.

“Arceus, I was so worried!” Jace cries loudly.

“I’m fine…are you okay?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Alright, alright, give her some space,” Graves snaps at the blonde, and much to Leon’s relief, he steps in and pries Jace away from you. “She needs rest. You both do.”

“Okay,” Jace replies, sulking slightly. “…I’ll see you in the morning?”

You nod and Jace flashes you a wide smile and a wink which makes Leon bristle on the spot when he sees you finally smiling before Graves escorts him out. Once Graves and Jace have left the room, your smile disappears and Leon glimpses to you.

“That’s Jace,” you point out, and he nods.

“I know,” he replies, his voice lower than usual. You can’t help but feel he looks tense all of a sudden.

“Graves is my godfather.”

He nods once more. “How long have you and Jace been friends?”

“Since I moved to Galar. He’s one of the first people I met.”

“I see.”

“…Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Leon musters a smile and just like that, he’s back….back to being cheerful and happy. However, the smile quickly vanishes when his gaze lands on your injuries and he averts his glance to his lap. “...I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“If it wasn’t for me, if I didn’t tell Chairman Rose, then this wouldn’t have happened to you."

"It’s no-one’s fault. Whether you spoke to Rose or not, he probably would’ve reached out to me somehow and I willingly accepted this case anyway.”

“…I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly, “Please forgive me.”

“Leon, it’s okay. And...thank you for saving me. I would've died if you hadn't come."

He manages to smile reassuringly at you, cheeks going pink. "Of course I had to come, I was worried."

Following that, the room simmers into silence.

"...Graves is right,” you speak up again, in an effort to break the crushing monotony, “he warned me not to work on cases anymore. He was worried I’d end up dead. He’s right. I mean, look at me. And look at Jace. He got injured because of me, and you and Charizard could have been hurt too....but Spiritomb is out there so I can’t just quit entirely… and my family are depending on me,” you utter, before you glance around the room, sigh heavily and throw your weary glance to the Champion, "...I need some fresh air. Do you want to go for a walk?”

"Aren't you tired?"

"I'm okay, I just want to stretch my legs."

“I’m not sure if you’re allowed to leave the room.”

“It’ll be fine, we won’t be gone for long.”

Leon is reluctant but you turn to slide out of bed regardless and so he helps you out and you head to the bag with the warm clothes Magnolia and Sonia had brought for you.

You grab an oversized hooded sweater along with a pair of black thermal leggings and you quickly pull them on even though Leon is standing in front of you; he turns red when you step into each leg and ease it over your hips, leaving the gown untucked.

You also find some sandwiches and a juicebox which Magnolia has packed for you so you hold onto those. When you’re ready, you leave the sanctity of the warm and toasty private room with Leon trailing after you and you arrive at the chilly corridor where you glimpse around casually.

“Is this the same hospital you were admitted to?” you ask, and he nods, “can we go to that yard with the fountain you took me last time?”

“Sure.”

You and Leon make your way through the corridor and find the same patient’s communal area from last time, except on this occasion it’s dark with the lights and TV switched off and overall, it’s empty. Up ahead, the door that leads to the yard is your destination.

Surprisingly, it’s unlocked and you step in. It’s different at night but very much relaxing and tranquil with the lack of individuals around. Despite the unforgiving frigidness of the night, the warm clothes you are wearing are providing to be effective whereas you look at Leon and he’s still in his torn champion shirt which is caked with some dried blood, yours, of course, and it makes you cringe when you can see a small inch or so of his tanned skin and flat but muscular stomach and you’re more concerned for his well-being but he reassures you he is fine.

You seat yourself down on a cold bench near the fountain and Leon joins you where you silently contemplate tonight’s events and what it means for your future before you look up at the sky. The moon is round and bright tonight, and the stars twinkle dimly in the sea of darkness. You're reminded of the time you sat together on the roof of his house, except you're loaded with painkiller and your mood has plummeted to an unimaginable level. You also seem to be experiencing a mix of self-pity and self-loathing at this very moment.

And then you remember the dream.

Inhaling a shaky breath, you pull out the food Magnolia has left for you along with the juicebox and there's a green post-it note with elaborate handwriting that says 'Get Well Soon!' courtesy of Sonia along with a doodle of Gengar and Mimikyu. Then you unwrap the sandwiches and realise Magnolia has made your favourite fillings.

Leon observes you for a quiet moment as you stare intently at the food before you meekly pick apart the plastic shrink-wrap with your fingers.

"Do you need help?"

You shake your head.

With your one good hand, you pull off the wrapping after a few seconds and finally lift the sandwich to your mouth, biting down and chewing noiselessly, your tastebuds soaking in the flavours.

Leon averts his gaze away so you can eat in peace, however the sounds of your quiet sobs quickly grabs his attention and he turns round questioningly. As you eat, tears are leaking profusely from the corner of your eyes, dripping over your lap.

"What's wrong?!" Leon exclaims as you chew and swallow whilst weeping silently, trembling in your seat, "...What is it?"

Your response is a mere shake of the head as hot, fat tears roll down the curves of your cheeks. Unused to seeing you cry, he glances helplessly around the empty yard as you struggle, shoving morsel after morsel of the crisp white bread along with the cold but delicious filling into your mouth.

“Ah, please don’t…please don’t cry,” he does his best to comfort you and as your sobbing worsens before his very eyes, he slips off the bench, “Don't cry, please."

Your sobs do not stop; through blurred vision, you see Leon crouching in front of you with your hand clamped tightly in his. You don't know what he's doing, having lowered himself on one knee before you and looking up at you like that. You want to tell him to get up, hell, you should tell him to get up. If the press saw him like this, they would yet again have a field day, knowing that you've brought the Champion to his knees somehow. However, all you can manage are unintelligible squeaks and sobs. You end up placing the half-eaten sandwich down and snivel drearily.

The more you cry, the more it hurts him to see you like this and so he returns to sit on the bench before he gently wraps his arms around you and brings you into an embrace. Leon lets you rest your chin on one broad shoulder as he holds you, his thick and sturdy arms wrapping around your form before he proceeds to rub you soothingly and cradle the back of your head. You're pressed against his solid chest and he encourages you to lean against him though his heart thumps frantically against yours, and your sobs gradually come to a stop.

"...Leon?" you croak out, hiccuping slightly.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm okay."

"...Your heart is pounding really hard."

"I'm sorry, I can't seem to stop it."

As much as you wanted to smile, chuckle and sink further into his chest for you enjoy his comforting warmth, you untangle yourself from his grip and hang your head low.

"What's wrong?" he asks once more, but you shake your head.

"...Don't."

"Don't what?"

"That. Don't do that," you mumble, before you smother and wipe away your unsightly tears with the heel of your hand. Sucking raspy and shaky breaths, you glance at the sandwich but find you have no more appetite.

He's confused and he reaches for you but you rise from the bench to stand.

"...Leon, I think it's best if you stay away from me from now on."

He almost falls out of his seat with shock. Clearly he was not expecting that. “What?”

Offering no further explanation or follow up, you slink your hands into the pockets of your oversized hoodie and step away from him.

Immediately, Leon gets up to follow you without a second to spare; you didn’t realise how much of a fast walker you are as he attempts to catch up to you but you don’t slow down to let him catch up nor do you spare him a second glance and you end up trekking towards the fountain with the Champion at your heels.

“I’m sorry if I made you upset, if I overstepped any boundaries," Leon calls as he hurries after you, "please forgive me.”

"You did nothing wrong."

"Then why...?"

"I had a dream about my family," you reply, listening to the loud crunch as your boots step over the dirt and dried leaves, "and it made me remember just how bad and how complicated things are and now that I think about it, it wasn’t such a long time ago. I haven't made any progress and I can't let it happen again."

"Then let me help. I want to help you," he says, "I'll do everything I can. Tell me."

"No, you can't. And I’m serious. You don't understand. Stay away from me, Leon. It’s for your own good. You shouldn’t be associated with the likes of me anymore.”

A stern shake of his head is your response and you're not surprised he's determined not to heed your warning, and as you wander further away from him, picking up the pace, Leon speeds up and he’s almost at your side and you attempt to evade him by sidestepping away but he reaches forward as quickly as he can and you feel a gentle but firm tug on your hand.

Ultimately, you're brought to a stop.

Turning round, Leon has finally caught up to you, holding your hand tightly in his again.

You slide your gaze to your entwined hands, but this time he does not let go as he stops by your side.

“...No, don’t say that,” he murmurs.

He looks upset.

You've hurt him.

And it hurts you to tell him to stay away from you too, but you ball your fist and bite out, “People call me the ‘Witch of Wedgehurst’."

“I didn’t know.”

“And they think I’m cursed and bad luck.”

“That’s fear and superstition.”

He's still not getting the message. You wriggle free from his grip once more and abruptly turn away, making a beeline for the large tree that stands in the middle of the yard.

Unsurprisingly, Leon follows you, appearing to your left.

You glance away from him to the right.

So he heads to your right but you look to your left.

He trails you all the way to the tree which you circle and he’s trying to keep up. “You tell me to stay away but you let Jace help you," he says, "What makes me different?"

You complete a third lap around the tree yet Leon follows. "You're the Champion of Galar. If anything bad happened to you, I'd never forgive myself. And I messed up back there. I allowed an evil spirit to inhabit my body-“

“It took advantage, it tricked you.”

“Yes, and I could have hurt you if I hadn’t forced it out. I was…I was naïve to think that we….…never mind, you cannot be involved with me any further or else you’ll just get hurt.”

“Don’t say that,” he repeats, and you round the tree once again but instead of following you, Leon heads to the other direction so you end up meeting halfway and you stop when you almost smack into him nose-to-chest.

You blink and glance up, your gazes finally meeting and your heart thumps a tad harder by the close proximity, “Leon, you saw it with your own eyes."

"Yes, I did."

His face bears no cheery expression and perhaps for the first time since you have met, it worries you a little.

"Then I don’t understand why you’re still here and wanting to stay with me and talk to me. I don't want you to see these things. You're not supposed to, I wanted to keep you away from this, from the...from the evil and the darkness. It can destroy someone."

"What I saw and what happened at the art gallery doesn’t change my opinion of you.”

“Which is what???”

“That you’re the bravest person I know," he murmurs, "and I want to do everything I can to protect you. You've selflessly sacrificed yourself for me and I want you to know that I would do the same for you. I'd gladly do it again and again no matter what because I don't want to lose you. You're special to me."

You freeze, stunned.

Wrapping both of his large hands over yours, Leon firmly weaves your fingers together. The heat from his warm palms encompasses your small and fragile palm all over and successfully elicits another harsh thud of your heart. He brings your entwined hands to his chest, a gesture he'd done before and perhaps would do it again should you allow it.

“I may be Champion of Galar but don't treat me differently because of that," he mutters, "don't cast me aside."

Your eyes grow to the size of saucers and your heart lurches angrily against your ribs at his words and it certainly doesn't help as he proceeds to brush his thumbs all over your hand and knuckles.

“I want to protect you, so let me,” Leon murmurs, giving your hand another tight squeeze. “Please.”

His grip on you loosens when he realises how speechless you are but he does not let go of your hand just yet; his gaze dips briefly to your parted lips then to your eyes…then to your lips for a second time.

And it stays there.

Discovering that your feet are firmly rooted to the ground, you can only gawk and blink with muted shock. You cannot imagine how flushed you must look, and the heat on your cheeks is becoming unbearable... and it's all to do with him and what he just said.

Your lack of proper response prompts him to make another move, one that includes moving even closer to you until he is mere inches away. Instinctively, you back away from his approach but Leon steps forwards.

“…Leon?” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, steels his nerves and looks deeply into your eyes before he squeezes your hand affectionately and your cheeks grow hotter than ever before as his gaze sweeps over your face. He settles onto your lips for a third time; his mouth moves but you didn't listen to what he had said.

Leon begins to lean forwards.

Eyes widening, your heart pounds viciously as Leon nears and nears; the gap between you gradually grows smaller and your lips are millimetres away and his eyelids slide until they’re half-closed.

Beyond your control, you turn your head to the side slightly and he anticipates your action, attempting to meet you, unwilling to allow the close proximity you are sharing to disappear. You retreat tentatively and bob your head to the other side and he does the same, his lips gravitating further towards you. He’s not letting you go.

His cheeks are fairly pink despite the darkness and he is beginning to sweat slightly as he continues to lean in until your noses touch. When the scruff of his beard scratches delicately against your chin, your body goes numb and your mind fogs all over: it's a clear indication that you’ve reached a certain closeness with the Champion which you didn’t think was possible.

To your utmost surprise and perhaps delight, he chooses to linger, his lips hovering over yours...

You can hear his heart thudding frantically.

For you.

Leon is just as nervous as you are.

However, your fingers are bearing the brunt of Leon’s nervousness as he clenches your hand firmly; they’re beginning to throb under his iron grip and you can't help but wonder if he knows what he's doing, if he's aware of what he's trying to do because it appears he’s trying to get it right, to find the best angle for his lips to meet yours - he must need someone to teach him, to lead him, to guide him...show him how it's done....you, perhaps...Either way, he's innocent and it never crossed your mind at all but now you don't think he's ever kissed anyone before and you're going to be his first kiss.

You swallow that growing lump in your throat as you wait for his mouth to come crashing down against yours, waiting for him to thoroughly capture your lips with his and he is about to as he closes his eyes and you follow his action. Your heart begins clamouring when you finally feel the light but cautious brush of his warm and soft lips gently grazing against yours.

However, a loud knock on the door forces the two of you to jolt and reopen your eyes and everything stops.

Oleana stands at the door with her hands gently clasped in front of her hips, a look of indifference on her pale face. Even at this hour, her hair and makeup are immaculate.

“Excuse me, Mr Champion….Chairman Rose is waiting for you in the car,” she says solemnly as you both hurriedly pull away, your hands parting.

She hardly bats an eyelid as to what she may or may not have just witnessed.

“A-ah, um, yes, t-thanks...” is Leon’s not so eloquent reply whilst you throw your shaky gaze to the side. You’re too nervous to look at him and you hear him cough into his fist loudly before he finally reasserts control over himself - his voice in particular - and he says, rather sternly, “Thank you, Oleana.”

Leon abruptly pulls the visor of his hat down to cover as much of his face as he can; he retreats from you and when you muster the courage to glimpse at him, you see the unabashed wobble of his bottom lip as he steps away.

He’s clearly upset by the interruption.

“G-goodbye,” Leon’s voice is muffled as he stutters behind his hat and he leaves the garden without a further word, joining Oleana’s side where he finally lets go of his snapback to reveal his face, which is red as a tamato berry.

He gives you one final sideways glance and quickly looks away when he realises you are staring too, his face reddening further. You watch them leave wordlessly before you trace your fingertip over your lips gently.

The relationship between you and the Champion has become far more intricate than you could have ever imagined.

…

#jeralee #leon #dande #leon x reader #leon x you #Comfort in Despair #fanfic #pkmn #pokemon #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon shield and sword #pokemon sword and shield #fic #reader insert #reader

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virginsqq · 4 years

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pokemon au

sj!sqq:

crobat. yes its a friendship evolution. raised since a baby zubat. literally sqq’s first pokemon. no one ever brings this up. yes this is because i think sj is more of a softie than people think of him as. so there.

charizard. lovingly and tenderly raised since it was a charmander. evolved into charmeleon to help burn down the qiu house. sj literally saved its life. in the og timeline, lbh literally kills it. thats too dark

kadabra. lovingly raised since it was an abra. sj has been trying to get it to evolve to alakazam for ten years.

marowak. has been with sqq ever since qi-ge left. evolved the same time as charmander.

yamask. you know, people say yamask are the ghosts of people who died of betrayal...

sy!sqq

so first off. the kadabra and the marowak left because they like sj not sy.

golbat. because sqq’s first pokemon will not give him the dignity of a friendship evolution.

charizard. but charizard is NOT happy about it. its just sticking around in case sj comes back :(

yamask, but it makes fun of sy behind his back.

ditto, the copycat pokemon

mimikyu

yqy

aegislash. has been raised since it was a honedge “Honedge's soul once belonged to a person who was killed a long time ago by the sword that makes up Honedge's body.” “Once upon a time, a king with an Aegislash reigned over the land. His Pokémon eventually drained him of life, and his kingdom fell with him.” :)

dragonite. cause its a pseudo legendary which is known for kindheartedness

phantump. “These Pokémon are stumps possessed by the spirits of children who died in the forest. Their cries sound like eerie screams.”

serperior cause it reminds him of sj

gardevoir because gardevoir is the protective psychic type :)

sqh

alolan vulpix. a gift from mbj but sqh just thinks its cute. it bullies him all the time though

wishiwashi. cause its a crybaby! and sqh loves water types cause he needs to calm down.

jigglypuff. because he REALLY needs to calm down. and also jigglypuff gets mad when on one likes its singing like sqh does when no one likes his writing.

mime jr. cause it can be used for spying and its tiny and adorable and so fucking weird.

mandibuzz which was a vullaby in the original work but sqh raised it to evolve. vulture cause he just preys on leftovers & refuse.

mbj

beartic. yeah just cause its a cool looking ice type you know how it is.

froslass. the ice type pokemon that eats humans. thats on brand for mbj

sneasel. vicious ice/dark type who i love <3

alolan ninetales cause alolan ninetales is way more vicious than alolan vulpix and also more of a cool beauty, which sqh is known for giving to mbj.

vanillite. was a gift from sqh which mbj has a very complicated relationship with because its scared of mbj but mbj really wants to use it to make a relationship with sqh but it just fucking hides from him.

mqf

chansey. yeah. cheap. i know.

butterfree

audino

lqg

hariyama. fuck yeah big ol fighty guy.

medicham. same reason as above.

mienshao. see above.

lucario. pseudo legendary fighting type. absolute king shit. also has a strong sense of justice

umbreon. love evolution. good for him.

sha hualing

mawile. “Don't be taken by this Pokémon's cute face - it's very dangerous. Mawile fools the foe into letting down its guard then chomps down with its massive jaws. The steel jaws are really horns that have been transformed.”

chimecho. cause. cause its a bell pokemon.

nidoqueen. it just suits her.

liepard for the same reasons lmao

ning yingying

smoochum in the og work, jynx in the sy!sqq verse

ralts in the og work, kirlia/gardevoir in sy!sqq

azurill in the og work, marill in sy!sqq

pokemon she didnt have in the og work but she does have in sy!sqq

primarina, lovingly and tenderly raised

huntail cause she used the wrong evolutionary stone on clampearl lmao

bingge

zoruark. cause hes supposed to be dark and tough and also zoruark is a pseudo legendary so. there we go.

hydreigon but was forced to evolve early. another pseudo legendary because i think sqh would just give bingge whatever the coolest pokemon are.

banette. “Resentment at being cast off made it spring into being. Some say that treating it well will satisfy it, and it will once more become a stuffed toy.” found in the endless abyss.

salamence. “After many long years, its cellular structure underwent a sudden mutation to grow wings. When angered, it loses all thought and rampages out of control.”

hypno. dream pokemon in a weird creepy and mean way.

absol. “Long ago, superstitions were spread about it, saying it brought disaster. This fed a hatred of it, and it was driven deep into the mountains.”

bingmei

altaria. fluffy dragon type and more friendly than the other dragon types. genuinely friendly.

munna. dream pokemon replacement for hypno. because its more friendly :)

sylveon. because you need two hearts in pokemon amie to evolve it and bingmei is a very loving boy.

stufful pre-abyss, bewear post-abyss. because hes a hugger and he can actually put up with getting hugged by bewear. also kind of a foil to banette, the evil stuffie pokemon.

zoruark because lbh isnt actually evil and neither is zoruark no pokemon is :) anyways. tenderly and lovingly raised since it was a zorua. they are best friends.

wooloo. cause. hes the white sheep protagonist :)

#.din #.txt #scum villain #svsss #long post #pokemon au #trust me on this. im a genius.

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pokeshippingflashfic · 5 years

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Hi! It's me again :) I would like to request another Ash comforting Misty flashfic. This time I imagined Misty having a panic attack. Hope the idea appeals to you! And take your time, no worries :)

[Hah, perhaps unfortunately, after I received this request and gave it a whopping five minutes of thought, I suddenly felt really inspired to just go for it.]

She was floating rather blissfully in a pool of water. Small waves lapped softly against her, pushing her rather loftily to and fro as she blinked up straight into a bright sun that, despite it’s shine, didn’t seem to hurt her vision. A multitude of water-type Pokemon were swimming around her, some diving under or leaping over, just everywhere… and she accepted this rather passively even not knowing whose Pokemon they were or where they’d come from.

It was a rather pleasant dream overall… until it wasn’t.

What’s…?

Suddenly she was sinking down, the sun fading away, taking its light and - she assumed though she couldn’t say she felt it - warmth with it. The Pokemon, no more than vague shadows representing familiarity, had all but vanished except for one.

She was gripping her Staryu by its top point as it dove deeper into inky, cool abyss, leading her towards… something. She was looking for something, desperate to save it, but she could barely see her Pokemon plunging through its element a foot or two in front of her. How could she possibly find…?

What’s happening…?

Training instincts told her to conserve oxygen, but her lips flew open anyway as if trying to call out to her target. Bubbles and breath and a single word escaped her, in such clear articulation she knew it shouldn’t have been possible.

“Ash!”

She was looking for Ash, her best friend. He’d fallen from so far, so fast… He was sinking! Was he even conscious…? She remembered now, at least that much, but the anchoring question of why seemed impossible to answer at present. She had to find him!

Where was he? How much farther would she have to go? How could she possibly hope to find him in this blackness? And how far had she gone without needing to take a breath…?

And yet Staryu continued to faithfully carry her onward in their mission.

She had reached a peak of lucidity just in time for an object slightly larger than her hand to float hazily by. Without concern, she snatched it out of the murk.

It was a cap she had seen on his head near constantly in recent days, her heart plummeting in breathless fear and panic at the sight of it in her grasp and him nowhere in sight. She didn’t think about the insensibility behind calling out to him again.

“Ash!” The shriek of her own unnerved horror threatened to deafen her as well as her Pokemon. “Ash, where are you?!”

“Misty, wake up!”

Her eyes snapped open, wiry muscles rigid as a damp sheen clung to her brow and neck. Fists clenching tightly around her bedroll, she leaped into a sitting position, at this point realizing she hadn’t taken a single breath since waking, inhaling deeply in response.

“I… What…?” she whispered, vocal chords weak and throat dry. Craning her neck, wild gaze taking in her surroundings, she was met with Ash Ketchum and his partner Pikachu staring her up and down looking reasonable taken aback from beside her.

“Uh… you okay?” the young man asked after a few seconds, leaning a little closer. She couldn’t answer, fingers wringing their way around the hem of her sleeping bag at the mere question. “You looked like you were having a nightmare.”

A nightmare…?

“Pikachupi, kachu pika?”

“Y - yeah, we were worried. Glad you’re up now though.” And, looking slightly bashful, averting his gaze, Ash added, “It… kinda sounded like you were calling out my name. But…”

Almost any other time, the redheaded teenage girl would have read something into how flustered he looked at the thought of her dreaming about him. She also would have had the clear head to feel self-conscious over an Ash donned in nothing more than boxer shorts and a bandage around his scalp, which was currently the case. All the sight did now was remind her of…

“I think… about earlier…” she muttered, heart leaping up into her throat, stomach churning before icing over. “Or… I guess it was yesterday…”

“Oh.” It was hard to tell by the dim light of the low fire but his face seemed a little paler.

Yesterday, when Team Rocket had last attacked them. It had been all of six or so hours ago; barely dusk. They had used their tricks to steal Pikachu as well as Ash’s belt lined with the rest of his Pokeballs before taking off in their latest hot air balloon.

In her effort to assist, Misty had released Staryu to sabotage their escape but her precious water-type’s rapid spin had only been able to cut all of two ropes tying the villains’ basket to their balloon. One rope had been secured again by the Rocket gang and tied slipshod once more while Ash, in furious pursuit, had grabbed the other one before they’d lifted too high from the ground, immediately carried up and away with them.

Misty had seen him try to climb it while she ran to catch up, seen also Team Rocket’s collected anger and alarm as they attempted to shake him loose before Jessie had released one of her own Pokemon to force the teenage boy to let go.

Ash hadn’t much chance at evading; it was hard to do so when he was busy trying to keep his grip on what was steadily becoming a literal life line, Pikachu calling out to him from where he was trapped a good twenty or so feet overhead.

Even from her slowly increasing distance, Misty heard the blast that was Jessie’s Gourgeist releasing their seed bomb. The attack descended, exploding as it approached her friend. Ash was shouting, slipping, flailing, a second explosive impact and he was suddenly falling from the sky as her heart stopped–

No more playing softball!

He’d hit the body of water that had (luckily) drifted below him with a sickening smack on his back, sunk quickly below the surface. It all happened so swiftly.

Gyarados appeared in a familiar flash of red and roared, his trainer commanding him to immediately leap and bite through Team Rocket’s balloon, tearing the fabric instantly and disabling the criminal trio’s getaway. So violent, so much, so fast.

In the meantime, Misty grabbed a hold of Staryu, inhaled deeply and held it, both diving to search for their friend… So dark… So gone… So quickly…

“Hey, are you okay?” Ash abruptly asked her, voice sounding distant and hollow, reverberating in her eardrums, the sound challenged by her roaring, pounding heartbeat.

“I…”

“Misty, what’s wrong?” He sounded a little more anxious now during round two, and she was surprised to vaguely notice his hand around her wrist, though she couldn’t feel it for some reason.

“I don’t…” She couldn’t breathe, response reduced to a throaty gasp. Her throat was coated in plastic and suffocating. Her skin was burning from cold somehow, she needed water–

–he was sinking so deep down–

–and air–

–holding her breath, but she would top out after one hundred and eighty seconds max and how much time had passed already–

–sweat was pouring from her forehead, her neck, she was either numb or aching, on fire, her gaze vacant, and it scared him if he was being honest–

“–Misty, what’s going on–?”

“Pikachupi!”

–where was he, where is he, how big is this place… his hat is in her free hand, her grip on Staryu stiffening, she would have to sacrifice the hat if, or when, she found him–

–so many times, this had happened too many times already since knowing him, what if she doesn’t get to him quick enough, what if he–

“–Hey!”

His shout was enough to momentarily clear her head. Perhaps he was able to sense that fact because he took advantage, and Misty felt the shocking impression of cool hands resting firmly against her flushed cheeks. Then the two were eye to eye and her wave of despair and doom and panic briefly subsided.

“Listen, Mist, you’re not there, you’re here. Pay attention to me right now!” he told her forcibly, and she felt him tug a little uncomfortably, her neck yanking, so she wouldn’t lose focus. “Look at me, okay? Can you do that?”

She could barely hear him, gaze flickering between the fire light glowing in his eyes to his fringe and lashes, to his cheeks… It was all him though… She could… She could do this!

“You need to take a breath! C’mon, we’ve got this, just do what I do, look,” after which he did indeed lead by example. She watched his chest rise and fall, his eyes fluttering momentarily closed and lips pursed barely open as he exhaled.

She gurgled and choked, blinked away the white hot tears at the corner of her burning eyes, halfheartedly shook her head in defeat.

“It’s okay, c’mon, we’ll try again together, now in through your nose,” he coached her, slowly initiating his own attempt and waiting until he heard her copy it before moving on, “and then out through your mouth… You got it!” he applauded her, “Okay, and again… Let’s do it a few more times…”

It seemed forever and yet also instantaneous for the symptoms to subside, and she did what she could to bear in mind what Ash was saying and doing to tether her to the present.

“–take a breath–”

His hands on her cheeks…

“–Pay attention to me right now–”

His shoulders rising and falling…

“–we’ll try again together–”

His face overtaking her vision, mere inches from hers, collarbone connecting to his bare chest…

Ash wasn’t sure what emotional response was most prevalent a few minutes later when his redheaded friend, still trembling a little but no longer writhing and choking, maneuvered to cover his hands with her own, both pairs now held against her cheeks. Part of him was pleased, it seemed to be her first conscious and calm move since… whatever had happened. Another part of him was loath to admit how flustered he felt as her somehow inconceivably soft fingers splayed over his own rougher ones.

“S - so… what happened?” he had the nerve to eventually ask her, though he could still barely look her in the eyes. Her current object of focus was Pikachu curled up in her lap while she patted his short fur coat. The teen boy noticed it offered a pleasant distraction, all things considered.

“Dunno,” she croaked, cleared her throat, tried to elaborate. “That’s… never happened before that I know of. It’s like… I was having that nightmare, I think it was based off what happened… y’know, yesterday… But then I couldn’t stop thinking of it… Then I was feeling it, like it was happening all over again, and I was… thinking of you, losing you…” She didn’t give the flush on her cheeks the chance to settle, continuing with her description. “Y’know, you worry me too much, Mr. Pokemon Master!” she finished rather harshly, faltering in her grounding activity.

“Mwah, wait a sec, now it’s my fault?!”

“Of course it is, you dummy! I mean, you shouldn’t have done that! We would have gotten your Pokemon back eventually! We always do!”

Rather than risk a rebuttal that would lead to another panic attack, he stared her down before heaving a deep sigh and relenting.

“Sorry… It’s second nature by now.”

She thought about asking him if he meant his self-sacrificing nature or worrying her to near death but decided against it. They’d been through enough by now and it was only roughly three in the morning!

“Y’know Ash, I can admit after all the time we’ve known each other… that I really like the kind of person you are,” she iterated almost affectionately instead, “You’re passionate and considerate, at least when you wanna be,” she made a point to add. “But sometimes… I really wish you’d take a little better care of yourself. Every time something like… like yesterday happens… I worry it’s the last time I’ll ever see you.”

The… last time? he thought, not quite understanding immediately what she’d been getting at… Oh, there it was. He hummed under his breath, brow furrowed, had gotten to the point of opening his mouth without a clue as to what he’d say before she interrupted him.

“Well, if there’s anything I know for sure it’s that there’s no changing you… so I guess for now at least I’ll have to do my best to support you.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” The response was so simple but he honestly had no idea what else he could say. Perhaps it was something for another time.

“I mean, after your help earlier, I guess I owe you, right?”

But Ash was briefly overwhelmed by the flashback of his regaining consciousness with blurred vision on the hard ground the evening before, head aching and blood dripping from his temple, Misty kneeling over him soaking wet and shaking from the brisk chill, practically crying even as she smiled in relief at the sight of him coming to.

His gratitude and… something he couldn’t quite place swept through him and swelled up, filling every ounce of his person as he took in the sight of his best friend sitting at his side.

“Please, Mist,” he told her peaceably in utter confidence, “it was the least I could do for you.”

[There were a couple details i left out because of the word count limit. Ash was down to boxers because he didn’t plan ahead, simple as that. His only outfit was soaked after falling into the water so yeah, it’s meant to be air-drying. Misty is fully dressed because she did plan ahead. Lol. Ash also received some cuts and stuff from the minor explosives and Pikachu escaped his cage when Gyarados attacked TR’s balloon, after which he rescued his trainer’s PokeBelt from them. Just in case anyone was curious. As for Misty’s panic attack timing, I felt that the adrenaline rush in the moment would keep her from falling prey to it so that’s why it takes place hours later when she has time to think. As for how Ash helps her control it, he’s instinctively offering her deep breathing and grounding techniques which - if you’re unfamiliar - are pretty basic mental coping skills.

Also a few unrelated things: Please do not just like this story! If you had a good time reading, I implore you to share this and help me spread the word about this blog! I haven’t received many requests lately, only one every 6-15 days! That being said, if you have a fic request, please send it in! I have 1 or 2 in my inbox and a couple others in drafts that I’ve started but I could use some more prompts if you’re interested in me writing for them!]

#pokeshipping #fanfiction #flash fic #aaml #ash x misty #requests #word count: 1831 #nebli

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fieryfafarfanfics · 5 years

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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Do me as all of them. Do it. Destroy me. -Angelique

- A Pokemon team/type theme (+ fun facts abt your team!)

Your theme is cute/feminine Pokemon!

Your signature Pokemon is Eevee, but your team also consists of Chikorita, Alolan Ninetales, Galarian Rapidash, Dragonair, and Delcatty!

Eevee refuses to evolve. You’re not really sure why, but you think a lot of it is down to indecision on who she wants to be! You’ve given her an everstone to hold for now. You figure she’ll know when she’s ready - if she ever is!

Your Chikorita is a pretty old hand at this point, maybe even your very first Pokemon! You’re not too sure why she hasn’t evolved yet, but you’ve got your suspicions that she likes being babied too much to get any bigger; she already knows that she won’t fit in your lap if she evolves into a Bayleef, after all!

Your Alolan Ninetales and Galarian Rapidash were gifts from your fathers! They’re completely intertwined with one another, often curling up together whenever they’re out of their Pokeballs. They’re great for double-battles, but you sometimes have to try and remind the other Pokemon that they CAN’T join in when it comes to single battles.

Your Dragonair is shiny! You got it after climbing several floors in a giant tower. It chose you, after a moment of battle and a long, awkward silence. You’re not sure why. But it seems to Know things, and you’re not inclined to question that anymore.

Your Delcatty is a little madam. Ever since she evolved, she’s demanded even MORE attention than before, even going so far as to claw up your clothes if she’s decided that she’s not getting enough. You have to brush her for at least an hour a day to keep her happy - and even then, she’s gotten so picky with her food, chances are you’ll still offend her at dinner time.

- Bloodcaste/lusus/chumhandle as if you were a Homestuck troll (+lore)

You’re a violetblood with a Deepseacreature lusus! Your chumhandle is absurdlyAbstract.

You and your Deepseacreature lusus live in the depths of the ocean, with your hive built into the side of an abyss wall. It’s less of a “hive” and more of a “palace”, with hundreds of bedrooms and bathrooms, a grand hall, a feasting hall, a ballroom, wine cellars and about ten different pantries - but there’s only one room that’s yours, and it’s the only one you really use. The rest of the hive is empty and silent, filled only by your lusus’ tendrils as he tidies, cooks, and protects.

Your room is so big that it looks barren despite being filled with your interests. It’s mostly pretty things that you’ve collected; pearls and crystals, glowing corals and trinkets from above that have floated down deep enough for you to reach. There’s an entire hidden wardrobe filled with your clothes, and all the jewelry that your lusus has made for you over the years. That aside, your deepwaters husktop is probably one of the only things that’s really yours? It’s high-end, of course, because your lusus wouldn’t buy you anything BUT the best - but it’s got all of your RFLARP (Remote FLARP, for the uninitiated) stuff on it, as well as all of your RPG games. It’s practically your whole life, considering there’s buttall to do down in the middle of darkass nowhere.

You’re a princess! Though, a princess of what, you don’t really know. Unlike other violetbloods, you’ve got nothing that’s really yours; your little kingdom is vast and empty, with the only living things being the glowing corals you pluck from the deepest caverns every few sweeps. You’ve got no love for your caste, though; you’ve heard enough about them, even though you’ve never met them, to know that they’re all kind of assholes!

You have a few friends online that you love to pieces. They’re like your family! You roleplay with them all the time, both in normal chat and in the games you all play together, and it’s nice, because it means you can pretend, for a while, that you’re not a lonely princess hiding in the dark with nobody but your lusus to keep you company. They don’t even know you’re violet! It’s nice, to be able to be someone else. The only problem is, you’re worried about telling them who you really are - and you’re so, so jealous of the fact that they have other people around them that can interact with them as easily as breathing.

Your Deepseacreature lusus is huge. You’re not actually sure how big he is? You’ve never seen his whole body, that’s for sure, mostly because he stops you whenever you go too far down. You’ve only ever really seen his multitude of eyes and his empty maw of a mouth, and the very smallest of his tendrils that he works in through your hive like servants.

- Symbol/guardian/chumhandle as if you were a Homestuck kid (+lore)

Your symbol is an angel wing, and your guardian is your dad! Your chumhandle is absoluteAngelic.

You and your dad live in a gorgeous mansion up on a cliff. It’s not actually your mansion, technically; it’s probably some place so old that nobody really cared to own it anymore, even though it’s almost definitely on private property. You’ve lived here for as long as you can remember, though, and you’re pretty sure your dad’s lived here even longer than that, too, though he’s never confirmed or denied that point. In fact, he doesn’t tell you a whole lot about the mansion, or the village settled on the valley beneath the cliff. You guess he just likes having secrets.

Your room is one of the LEAST musty in the whole building, and that’s mostly because you and your dad actually bother to keep it clean. You’ve got all your dresses in there, and your collection of crystals, as well as the dice you like to collect for your (potential) future DND sessions! There’s also an ever-growing pile of plushies in the corner of your room, mostly sent to you by your bestest of friends, which you think might be getting a little out of hand? You love them too much to even consider getting rid of any, though, and it’s not like you can’t just give them their own room eventually! There’s not really much else in your room besides your laptop and the huge stack of games and consoles that you managed to convince your dad to get you every Christmas since you could talk. Your whole life besides that is pretty much online, so you don’t really mind not having a room stuffed to the brim with things.

Online, you love to roleplay. Pretty much everything you do comes back to roleplay! Roleplay blogs, MMORPG games, general conversations - it seeps into everything you do in the best possible way, and keeps you from feeling lonely in your giant home all by yourself. There’s more that you wish you could do, like go to actual DND groups and visit your friends in person, but they all live so far away and you don’t even have a car. For now? Just having them online is enough. Or, so you try to convince yourself, anyway...

Your dad doesn’t give you a lot of rules, but the ones he does he’s super strict on. You’re not allowed to go to the village; you’re not allowed to go to the library, ever, but especially at night; you’re not allowed to research anything about the village or the mansion under any circumstances. You’ve never been brave enough to try and look it up behind his back, because you’re pretty sure he’d know somehow that you did, but you can’t lie and say you’re not curious.

At night, when you’re most awake, you like to wander the halls of your mansion with nothing but the pale moonlight to guide you. It’s silent and peaceful, with only the soft sound of crickets outside and the wind rustling through leaves to accompany you on your walks. Sometimes, even without meaning to, without paying attention, you end up standing in front of the grand doors of the library. It’s like you’re being called there. You’ll stand there for several hours, debating going in, succumbing to the call, finding what hides inside - but the feeling of eyes, thousands of them, watching you has always stayed your hand.

- A FNAF animatronic design and name

You’re a pure white fox-cat animatronic with big, white fluff around your neck and all the way down your belly! More of the fluff appears in rings around your wrists and ankles, but beyond that, your fur is pretty short. Your ears are more fox-like than cat-like, but you’ve got a purely feline face - and that includes a tiny button nose and black eyes with crescent moons for pupils!

You’re part of a trio that’re meant for the older kids at the pizzaria. They don’t always like the sillier-looking animatronics, and don’t always want to join in despite internally wishing that they could. No grown kid wants to be seen with baby stuff, after all.

You dance and sing soothing melodies for them, and are filled with facts about modern media. Your job is pretty much just to talk to and entertain them, connect with them, as if you’re their age! You’re frequently updated with information whenever some new show or game comes out, and though you’ve never seen them, you’re often gifted with little toys from the media you talk about from the kids who love you most.

(Alongside the other two animatronics in your trio - your “fathers”, one of which tells adventurous stories and the other who acts as a silent listener - you’re a pretty popular attraction for the older kids. You’re a gateway back into childhood, and though they’ll never admit it, they love you for it.)

Your name, unsurprisingly, is Luna! Luna Knite. You’re one of the only animatronics with a last name because you’re part of a family group.

- A BNHA Quirk and hero title

Your quirk is Angelic! Despite its simple name, it’s actually kind of complex.

Firstly, your quirk gives you a mutation in the form of actual wings on your back. They’re not functional - at least, not yet? - and are fairly small; about the span of your elbow if you stretch your arms out wide. Any time you use your quirk, they glow a blinding blue-white. The more intense the light, the stronger your quirk is.

Secondly, the actual meat of your quirk: it’s essentially super-faith. If you Wish for something, or Believe in it really hard, or have incredible Faith in something (or someone!) you can affect reality to bring these things into existence.

Believe that salt tastes sweet? Anyone salt in your vacinity will suddenly taste sweet - but as soon as you’re gone, it’ll taste salty again. Wish that someone’s wounds were healed? The wound will magically stitch itself back together. Have Faith in someone’s abilities to take down a villain? They’ll be given a buff for the duration of the fight.

Naturally, each fragment - Belief, Faith, and Wishes - have different effects on you.

Beliefs stay for as long as you personally believe in them, and have a radius-like effect around you. If other people believe the thing you believe, then the radius around you grows bigger, and can even pass onto them.

Faith, likewise, stays for as long a you have Faith in it. Unlike Belief, however, Faith will fade once the primary reason behind your Faith is dealt with, and cannot be increased by the Faith of other people.

Wishes will last forever. They also take the heaviest toll on you, though, and often result in you passing out for several days. The more demanding the wish, the harsher it is on your body, and the longer you’re out for.

Your hero title is The Angelic Hero: Angel Dust! It’s a bit silly, you suppose, but it’s a name you’ve been adamant on since you were a little girl, and you didn’t have the heart to change it by the time you were a teen at school.

You’re a support hero who works more than happily as a sidekick for your team, often doing crowd control and rescue missions. Your unwavering Faith and Belief is what people often need in times of crisis, and even just the radiant glow of your costume is enough to let people know that things are going to be okay.

On the side, you work as a hero counsellor. You like to make sure that your fellow heroes are doing okay, that they’re mentally coping with the demands of the job, and that they’re also not letting their egos get to their heads. You’ve got a bit of a hatred for the top ten because of this; too few of them do it because they really want to save people, and too many because they want the fame.

You’re actually in the top 30 despite your desire to not be on the leaderboard at all - partly because your design is pretty popular with young girls.

#long post//#heartless prince rambles #void-authority

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 201: You Get out of It This Time, Kendou

Previously on BnHA: Team MomoYamaTokoKure battled Team KendouMangaKuroToadette. Toadette’s disgusting mushroom quirk was put on display a bit too much for my liking. Manga on the other hand revealed what is easily one of the best quirks in the series to date: he can make any onomatopoeia he wants physically take form. Like he can make an impenetrable wall out of big block katakana characters, or spit out the onomatopoeia for the word “humid” only for it to increase the humidity in the area. Super cool shit. By the way, the katakana wall cut Momo off from the rest of her group, and Kendou took advantage of the opportunity to ambush her. She plans to beat Momo by attacking her relentlessly and not giving her a chance to think. But Todoroki was all “bitch if she wanted to win she should have taken Momo out with one shot because my girl is always planning and strategizing even under pressure.” And oh my god you guys it hyped me up so much. Let’s see how this turns out.

Today on BnHA: Momo makes a big fucking cannon (yesssssss) and uses it to shoot a supply bag over to her friends on the other side of Manga’s onomatowall. The bag turns out to contain a powerful antifungal spray (thank god) as well as a pair of infrared goggles. Tokoyami and Hagakure (Aoyama has unfortunately been captured) use the spray to rid themselves of Toadette’s revolting mushrooms, and track her and Kuroiro down with the goggles. Toko bitchslaps them with Dark Shadow and ties them up, but then Toadette sprouts some mushrooms inside of Toko’s windpipe, which is a punkass cheating move but I guess it’s technically allowed so whatever! Meanwhile Kendou manages to capture Momo after a long struggle, and Hagakure as well. So sadly my best girl Momo ends up losing the day, so thank you so very much for that, Horikoshi. I’m not bitter or anything though. Hope you didn’t end up getting artist’s cramp from drawing all those fucking mushrooms you cold-hearted bastard.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 223, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS

MOMO MADE ANOTHER GUN

(ETA: this should be one of her super moves and she should say it in a DJ Khaled voice. anotha gun)

you guys you don’t understand. Momo with a giant cannon protruding from her right side is my fucking aesthetic. look at that smirk. she is ready to blow a bitch up. she is going to enjoy it. “oh you think you’re all that because you have giant mickey mouse hands? well how’s about I literally turn my entire right side into an artillery unit?”

my only regret is that she didn’t go even bigger. I want her to sprout a fucking rocket launcher. or hell, why should Bakugou be the only one with a Howitzer attack? ya feel me? let Momo fuck shit up, is what I’m saying. her quirk is so fucking devastating if you just let her utilize it to its full potential!

somewhere Todoroki Shouto is heating up a bag of popcorn in his left hand and smirking at everyone in class 1-B

anyway, I’m gonna calm the fuck down now (maybe) and actually start reading

so Momo, still smirking, says it takes quite some time to create large objects

lmao and poor Tetsutetsu is all “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE POINTING THAT THING AT HOLY SHIT”

WHO DOESN’T LIKE CANNONS, KID WHOSE NAME HASN’T BEEN REVEALED YET?

lol Kendou is freaking out and thinking ‘no way, it has to be a bluff!’

well maybe it is and MAYBE IT ISN’T! maybe she just fucking snapped!! you don’t know! who says Momo can’t just go flying off the deep end and start making some cannons and being all “OH SO YOU WANT TO GET PHYSICAL HUH?” who says?!

ah well

...YOU GET OUT OF IT THIS TIME KENDOU. I guess. but you best watch yourself sister

so Kendou’s shouting “you really do like to think on the dangerous side, don’t you?!” and lol. I guess? I honestly don’t know, all I know is I’m fucking living for this side of Momo you guys

or here’s a crazy thought, maybe even before the moment of impact, you could do that. like why wait. you just like cutting things close or what

anyway so Momo’s taking aim and firing, and just like she said she would, Kendou’s slamming into her with her bigass hands at the exact same moment

eh?

MOMO WHAT DID YOU SHOOT??

“however...”

oh god the mushrooms again nooooo

-- lmao

it finally happened. we finally heard his hero name in action. what a glorious moment

omg

I can’t tell if this scene was meant to be this funny or if I’m just a horrible person for laughing at Tokoyami’s misfortune

...

he must be going for funny. this has to be intentional

oh jesus, Hagakure

weirdly enough, there still isn’t much of an outline to her. even at this juncture, Horikoshi’s still fully committed to keeping her appearance a secret, I guess. presumably because of her being the fucking U.A. traitor, yeah that’s right Hagakure I haven’t forgotten

and Tokoyami is being overly dramatic as usual

like, Momo’s been gone for thirty seconds and he’s already begun reciting his Shakespearean death monologue

though I do like the acknowledgement that Momo is the unquestioned brains of this operation and the leader of their team and that they’re hopelessly screwed without her

meanwhile Toadette is grinning and saying “shroom, shroom!” like some sort of pokemon. like calm down

lol Manga says his throat is getting sore. you’ve said like six words. though maybe it takes more out of him than it would for a normal person, which is understandable. screaming a bunch of rocks at someone probably does hurt your vocal cords a bit

ah, here comes Momo’s little gift to them, finally!

wow he put that together surprisingly fast

so what did she send them?? please be more guns omg

he’s grabbing Hagakure and Dark Shadow is flying them up to retrieve it

wow

are you two guys just gonna sit there and allow this

dun dun dun DUH!!!!!

so... what does it... do

“A WHOLE BUNCHA GUNS! OH SHIT!”

noooooo fuck, meanwhile Kuroiro says Aoyama’s been captured. DAMMIT TOKO HOW DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN

so that’s Kirishima, Kouda, and Aoyama confirmed dead in the inevitable U.A. invasion which will be the final arc of the series similar to the Battle of Hogwarts, and which will mirror the events of this training battle exactly, according to the conspiracy theory I made up just now which I’m thinking of making a half-hour long Youtube video about maybe but not really

hey what

[counts on fingers] ...

I guess they’re not counting Momo? because they know they’re not getting their hands on her no matter what, that’s right. it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Kendou’s fighting her separately and so they just assume she’ll take care of her. nah I like my version better where they just straight up gave up on that

so Kuro is completely incapable of looking Toadette in the eye, and he’s mumbling everything he says to her, and now he’s shyly thinking about how she just said “as expected of...!” so I take this all to mean that he has an adorable crush on her

holy fucking shit

that joke was almost cremino. have you no morels Toadette

now Kuro is hesitantly asking Toadette if she’s sure the A Team doesn’t know where they’re hiding

what made you think they didn’t? did I miss something? I guess they do kind of blend in pretty well with the surroundings

ah, anyway so the reason he’s asking is because Tokoyami is kind of barreling straight toward them. so

oh snap!

just like Momo offered to make for Kirishima that one time but he was all ACTUALLY FOR YOUR INFORMATION I HAVE MY OWN and she was like okay geez I was just trying to help

also “I stare into the abyss and the abyss stares back” is just. we’ve reached Peak Tokoyami, everyone. pack it up. we’re done here

so the bag contained the googles and also antifungal spray oh shit

loooool

I mean, yeah. use the goggles to track them down and use the antifungal spray to disinfect themselves and fuck the B Team’s shit up. we all understood those intentions you big ham

and he realizes she had already thought of this all the way back when Toadette first attacked

so Tokoyami is bragging about how he noticed that there were no mushrooms sprouting from anyone on class B, so he figured out that they sterilized themselves ahead of time

or she could have just specifically not used her quirk on them, but I guess you happened to be right though

oh yeah, Hawks sayeth that all the time. it’s like his fucking catch phrase. can’t go five minutes without talking about how great speed is

so here’s another new Tokoyami attack!

Tokoyami’s attack names just keep outdoing themselves honestly

so did he basically just spin around a bunch while wrapped in his Black Ankh? did he hit them with those claws?? that’s so violent. class A is just out here straight up trying to kill people

(ETA: lol just wait until the next battle)

LOL

I CAN’T BREATHE OMG. KURO’S FACE

side note, I can never get used to Toko’s first name. it just doesn’t sound like a first name. at all. imagine giving birth to this little baby chick and you’re like “I know, let’s name him Fumikage. like, using the kanji that mean ‘to walk through shadow.’ it just rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it”

then again their surname means everlasting darkness, so they probably already knew their baby was destined to be goth

oh shit what’s going on?? he just started coughing all of a sudden

don’t tell me he’s got spores in his lungs or something ewwww

OH FUCK FOR REAL

WELL THIS IS HORRIFYING. this is because I made all those jokes about class A going in for the kill isn’t it

Monoma is smugly saying that Tokoyami fucked up by thinking of this as “mere training” and that he should have knocked her out

meanwhile Manga is getting the shit beat out of him by Hagakure

oh shit

well, Momo, you tried. not your fault these guys didn’t take advantage of the cool shit you sent them

oh snapppp

she even bought you that much time and y’all still managed to fuck it up. unbelievable

ah well

and yet, you did! so this evens up the score as expected

well I can’t say I’m happy to see Momo lose, but she did her best, and class 1-B is freakishly strong you guys so all in all it could have been worse

meanwhile I’m still sitting here trying to figure out how the hell Todoroki of all people is gonna manage to lose the next match. that’s gonna take some doing

aww, the boyfriends

I hope so too Shouto. be sure to give her lots of pep talks after this. that is, once you’re done figuring out how you managed to fuck up so badly so as to lose your own match

Midnight says Momo seems like she’d be a great leader, and yeah. she just needs a little bit of time

and here it is

there there kids. and someone please get Fumikage some lozenges though because omg

(ETA: literally that’s the first thing that happens in the next chapter. relief)

#bnha #boku no hero academia #yaoyorozu momo #kendou itsuka #tokoyami fumikage #hagakure tooru #kuroiro shihai #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #makeste reads bnha #and I know all my bitching in this recap is about how robbed momo was #but aoyama was also mistreated in this fight and it does bother me just a little bit #his quirk should be a natural counter for kuro's the same way bakugou and todoroki are bad matchups for tokoyami #but he just lets himself get grabbed and literally does nothing #for that matter hagakure never busts out her own special move #she also could have neutralized kuroiro #she should have gone after him and toadette while tokoyami took care of manga #ah well #life's too short to get mad when the next chapter has some good old fashioned bakudeku rivalry #and more dabi = touya hints #and iidaroki #and lots of other good stuff #so onward we shall go

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Relicheart: A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Fanfic | Chapter I

The sound of paws against stone filled the halls of the collapsing ruins. Vines snaked their way up the walls, covering them in a layer of vegetation. Holes that peeked through the imperfect hallways revealed a huge, dark abyss. It seemed that this dungeon of sorts was being levitated in a void. However, upon a closer look, one would see that red marks littered the endless darkness. The ruined halls were constructed inside another, much larger building. Our hero, however, did notice that. She was rather preoccupied. The Eevee slid around a corner, the helmet on her head saving her from a concussion as she smacked it into the wall. She had no time to address this because as she returned to her sprint, four mechanical devices skittered around after her. Thin figures with four sharp limbs crawled after, a single red eye glaring down at the Pokemon. The brown canine was running out of options, let alone running out of space to flee. She heard stone grinding as the dungeon yet again rearranged itself. At the end of her most recent hall, the door was being slid away, replaced with one more wall. If it completed its shift, she would be trapped, and surely done for. However, if she could dash through the door in time, she would be free, and her robotic assailants would be none the wiser. Eevee sunk her paws deep into the earth and lept, soaring through the air like a practised acrobat. Or perhaps one that had been in retirement for about five years, and had long-since forgotten the trick to the whole affair. Fortunately, she landed, the moving walls narrowly missing her tail. Unfortunately, the landing she suffered was less than graceful. She tumbled onto her face, the relic she had been protecting so diligently falling out of her jaws. Her eyes opened just in time to see the small statue teetering on the edge of a great fall. A gasp escaped her mouth as she reached for it, sliding ahead and small paws batting at the object. Her grasping paws were a failure, though, and she cursed her lack of opposable thumbs as it tumbled down the fall. She peeked over the edge of the dip in the floor to see the item was bobbing in a pool no more than forty feet away from her. With a sigh, eevee resigned herself to her fate and leapt off to follow her valuable into the deep waters below. Shallow Ruins Pit Drip. Drip. Drip. The incessant dripping eventually stirred the unconscious Pokemon. Opening his eyes, he looked around. His confusion was indescribable, he couldn't remember where or who he was- his mind was a world of fog and darkness. The outside world wasn't much better, plain carved walls awash with plants and cracks. Several pools of water were spread across this room. He slowly pulled himself to his feet to a strange sensation. His body felt... light. He had a strange feeling that he should have been heavier. And taller. He began to process all that was happening but was quickly interrupted by a huge splash. He gasped and covered his eyes as a torrent of water washed over him, soaking his body. "What on earth-?"

Our hero blinked, watching as a quadruped creature crawled out of the lake, a small statuette of a humanoid Pokemon held in its mouth. The creature resumed an eevee, but with a medieval-style knight helmet on its head, the visor pulled over its eyes. The two Pokemon paused, staring at each other for a moment before the eevee adjusted her footing. "Ah hell! Another infected-!" The statuette fell to the ground with a clatter as she moved her mouth to the side, attempting to grab a sheathed blade that was tied around her waist. The other Pokemon's mouth was wide open in shock as the eevee drew her weapon. "You're a Pokemon? But you just... talked?" Eevee felt a wave of relief and then confusion wash over her body. First of all, since he was able to speak she knew that he was uninfected. However, the confusion about her being a Pokemon was concerning her. Perhaps he was not entirely safe. "Of course I did... why wouldn't I? You're a Pokemon too, you know?" The shocked man began to speak a word of protest, but as he glanced down at his body he saw blue and black fur marking a much smaller form than he expected. He let out a cry of horror, stumbling back into the ancient wall behind him. "No! No, this can't be- I'm a human, I swear I am!" The eevee's confusion only mounted. "A human? Aren't those, like, a myth? You seem like a perfectly normal Riolu to me." For some reason, hearing the name of the Pokemon sent a tinge of recognition down our friend's spine. He could not put his finger on the reason why, but it felt strangely right. Maybe he was being delusional. Riolu sat down on the damp ground, hand on his head. Nothing came to his memory, it was still a blank slate like before. "How did you get here, anyway? This place is dangerous, don't ya know?" Eevee sheathed her blade, picking up her relic once more and trotting over to the other Pokemon. "I... don't remember." The riolu was struggling to get his words out, it all felt so strange. "I don't remember anything." "Sounds to me like you've got amnesia." Eevee nodded in a thoughtful manner. "Perhaps you hit that big head of yours on your way in here." She took a minute to look the man over. He was a fairly regular riolu, his fur was not particularly scuffed or dirty either. He didn't seem like the adventuring type. She took pity on him, perhaps she could at least help him out of this mess. "Do you at least remember your name?" The riolu thought for a moment, focusing on the mist that filled his mind and searching for an answer. Eventually one snapped into the limelight, filling him with familiarity. "Uh... I think it's Marco." Eevee smiled and sat down in front of him. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Marco. I'm Emily. I'm an explorer." Marco returned the smile, feeling a little safer now. At least he remembered something, even if it was awfully little. Emily turned away from Marco, standing back up on all fours and gesturing around them. "This place is known as Shallow Ruins. It's a pretty basic dungeon, but that doesn't mean it isn't dangerous. I don't know how you managed to reach the bottom of it without getting harmed, but we shouldn't stay here." She pointed to a set of stairs, positioned between the large pools. "That'll lead us up to the third floor. We've just got to follow the stairs up to the surface and we'll be home free." Marco let out a sigh of relief, a grin spreading across his face. "Phew! Thank Arceus, you got your way down here, right? So you know the way out right?" Emily grimaced, beginning to walk towards the stairs. "Afraid not. This place is a 'mystery dungeon'. That means every time you enter it, it's completely different. So it'll be as much of a maze for me as it is for you. Marco gulped, looking up at the stairs. "So... how dangerous is this place?" "Oh, it'll be fine!" Emily smirked, heading up to the next floor. "We'll just keep moving. Anyway, I'm sure with your fighting prowess and mine, we'll sweep the floor with any fools that challenge us!" Her voice echoed away as she scaled the stairs, Marco close behind. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "I'm supposed to know how to fight?" < Previous | Next >

#pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd #fanfic #fanfiction #writing

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terrible-tentacle-theatre · 7 years

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The Bestiary Revamped: Wyville’s Crownjelly

Disclaimer: While this article is founded in scientific fact, it contains hyberbole and conscious exaggerations for the sake of comedy. Do not take my ramblings at face value. You can find the sources at the end of the article and tools for scientific fact-checking under the “Learn more” link on my blog.

The old article can be read here.

At long last, today we finally return under the waves, and while we’re at it, why not go full fucking overboard? Here at the Terrible Tentacle Theatre, we pride ourselves on not having any idea what “moderation” means. If we return to the sea, there is only one place to go: down. Way, way down.

Say hello to the bathypelagic zone, the expanse of watery void stretching from 1000 to 4000 meters. Our passengers might want to look out their windows and observe the breathtaking scenery below:

Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong. That’s not your internet being shit again. That’s genuinely how it looks, in real life, when you descend to a depth of 3000 or so meters. Nature documentaries like to put more bioluminescent flecks of organic matter in it than a love-starved grandma does lights on the Christmas tree when her grandkids are visiting. However, in reality, making a 24/7 lightshow out of yourself is a preeeeetty bad idea, since it attracts the immediate attention of pretty much everything with huge fucking teeth in the vicinity. Hint: you’ll get eaten, pretty fast. In fact, this is the actual reason why anglerfishes do their little thing with the glowing lures, because anything and everything bigger than said lures will be attracted to it, allowing the anglerfish to basically pull a “gotcha” and eat them in turn.

My point being, if you see something shiny in the deep sea, do not go to investigate. Whatever is shining that light wants you to go there.

And that is also the prime tactic of today’s specimen, which takes the incredible freedom that comes with living in a realm of eternal darkness and emptiness and uses it to fulfill it’s lifelong dream of being a goddamn Pokemon master. Come with me on today’s adventure and you’ll soon see what I mean by that.

I often joke around about how some particularly strange species we review here look like aliens. However, if aliens did decide to visit Earth, Wyville’s crownjelly (Atolla wyvillei), also known as the atolla jellyfish or coronate medusa, wouldn’t be one of the aliens. It would be the fucking spaceship.

I mean, look at this damn thing. I can’t tell where it begins or ends, but I sure can tell where the fucking cockpit is. That is not how a jellyfish should operate; they should be controlled by a decentralized nervous system, not little green men from Planet Piss Off out to steal our hotdogs and happy thoughts because their planet doesn’t have any.

Of course, the scare factor of a glowing organic UFO mothership straight out of Roswelltunguska, Arizona swimming around in our oceans is somewhat mitigated by the fact that it’s tiny as shit. Standing at a diameter of about 15 centimeters (~6 inches), it’s either not a serious harm to humankind at large or the mothership of the smallest aliens ever. I’m inclined to believe the latter.

*squeaky helium voice* BOW DOWN TO ME PUNY EARTHLINGS

AND STOP LAUGHING DAMMIT

Of course, there is a very good reason for the crownjelly being as small as it is. In the deep sea, you can’t throw a brick without hitting absolute darkness and empty water. You take two steps to the left and BAM- you’ve just ran headfirst into fucking nothing at all. The bathypelagic zone where this thing hangs out on the regular is a really food-scarce place is what I’m getting at. And big bodies being as expensive to upkeep as they are, most deep-sea creatures are actually much smaller than nature documentaries would have you believe.

Another aspect of the deep ocean besides being empty also being darker than a Morlock’s asshole inside a cave. Therefore, any light sticks out like a sore thumb, drawing attention like Kim Kardashian did with that one photoshoot of hers. (Doesn’t matter which one, actually. All of them drew attention.) Wyville’s crownjelly exploits this to show us that these particular aliens aren’t interested in meeting our leader, only in playing Pokemon Go.

The whole entire process of capturing a shiny begins with the jellyfish carelessly frolicking across the deep sea, like all of them youngster with their fancy phones and smartwatches. For some inscrutable reason, this movement is accompanied by a steady red pulsing on the underside of its bell. For what reason, I cannot determine seeing as most creatures at that depth are completely fucking blind to the color red. The one species that can actually see red is one that you really don’t want to attract the attention of. In fact, messing with this guy is such a bad idea that its existence was literally what prompted me to start writing this blog in the first place and it served as the subject of my first Bestiary article.

Wyville’s crownjelly swimming, also known as Local Suicidal Idiot Takes a Walk. I mean seriously, you can’t even say that it doesn’t live in the same place as the loosejaw because both species are cosmopolitan. The only saving throw for the crownjelly is that it lives an average 2000 meters deeper than the loosejaw, otherwise this blaring red light would be the evolutionary equivalent of putting a big flashing “KICK ME” sign around your neck.

The first method of capturing sea creatures to train them and become the very best (like no one ever was) is the series of tendrils hanging from its bell, which the jellyfish uses to filter out and capture small prey animals that have the supreme bad luck to be in its vicinity. The alien abduction parallels are uncanny.

However, a second and much more impressive weapon in its arsenal is the long, trailing tentacle that is clearly visible on the above gif. This is coated in enough adhesive to make a hagfish gag, and the crownjelly uses it to its full extent to sate its rumbling belly. Streaming in the water like the latest shit-tier waifu harem show on Crunchyroll, it becomes an effective hunting tool for the benefit of the jellyfish. Anything snared by this appendage will be subjected to similar treatment that one might expect the villains in a Conan the Barbarian movie to do, being dragged after Wyville’s ruthless motherfucking crownjelly, sometimes for minutes, before it does an acrobatic little pirouette and swallows its helpless, snagged prey. Lovely feeding tactic.

Pictured: Wyville’s crownjelly on the hunt. Sadly it can’t really go “YEEHAW” under the water. Even if it had a voicebox all it would be good for would be gurgling.

However, that is not the most unusual feature about this cruel little cnidarian. There is yet one more trick that this deep-sea flying saucer holds, a trick which catapults it from “moderately interesting predator” right into “Kanto Elite Four” position. And that thing is its lights.

See, vicious as it is towards smaller animals, the crownjelly is actually a dirty, dishonorable coward, being equally afraid of bigger predators. Apparently this tiny creature composed of somewhere around 97% water counts as a delicious treat for some reason, seeing as even large active predators such as deepwater sharks munch on it regularly. (Then again, it is also possible that they’re simply too hungry to care about their record as gourmets with refined taste. This is the desolation that is the abyssal zone, afterall.)

Running from a sufficiently large and starved predator in the middle of a flat-empty expanse of water is, of course, hopeless, especially if you’re small as shit and your method of locomotion is the jellyfish equivalent of flapping your arms really fast to try to fly. Clearly, a different tactic must be employed here since this one is a one-way ticket to the town of Stomach, United States of Shark. And employ a different tactic it does.

Oh, boy, does it ever.

I have previously mentioned that the crownjelly is bioluminescent, and employs this attribute for some nefarous purpose. Of course, this is not the red pulsing I already mentioned, this is a whole ‘nother can of worms entirely. This is one of the most ingenious methods of defense I’ve ever seen.

If some foolish predator gives the atolla chase and inevitably catches it, the jellyfish activates its second, blue set of lights. Once again the UFO analogues become eeriely appropriate as the slightest touch sends the saucer-shaped animal into a frantic siren-like light show.

Recommended listening

This strange eruption of light is no mere panic response. It is a powerful and weird weapon of self-defense, carefully evolved to be as tacky and eye-catching as possible. It’s like a ganguro girl, only bioluminescent.

Of course, you might ask “why would the jellyfish want to be eye-catching? Isn’t being devoured by one predator a big enough problem for it already?” Well obviously it is, but this lightshow is actually its own circuitous path to freedom.

To understand this, picture the following. You are some big mean motherfucker making a living in the deep sea by eating as much as you can find. One day while taking your regular stroll through the absolute crushing darkness, you catch sight of a distinct, circular light in the distance; very flashy and very tasty-looking. You approach to investigate, and find a small jellyfish being caught by a larger and meatier animal.

What do you do?

Eat the jellyfish like a fucking idiot.

Eat the meatier, tastier predator.

If you answered “eat the predator”, congratulations! You’re at least as smart as a fish. And that is, in fact, exactly what Wyville’s crownjelly is counting on. While you’re busy making a meal of its predator, the jellyfish quietly and sneakily fucks off into the abyss before you could think about having it as dessert. And so, Wyville’s crownjelly will live to swim another day, thanks to the power of summoning a big tough animal and pitting it against another ani- OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE IT’S A POKEMON TRAINER.

Do you see why I thought that? If you sail out to sea with Pokemon Go open on your phone, and all gyms on the world oceans are captured by Team Instinct, you know who to blame.

Wyville’s motherfucking crownjelly.

Sources

Encyclopedia of Life

WoRMS - World Register of Marine Species

Ocean Biogeography Information System (OBIS)

Global Biotic Interactions

Widder, E. A. Eye in the Sea, NOAA Operation Deep Scope 2005.

Hunt, J.C. & D.J. Lindsay, 1998. Observations on the behavior of Atolla (Scyphozoa: Coronatae) and Nanomia (Hydrozoa: Physonectae): use of the hypertrophied tentacle in prey capture. Plankton Biology and Ecology, 45, 239-242.

Herring, P.J. & E.A. Widder, 2004. Bioluminescence of deep-sea coronate medusae (Cnidaria: Scyphozoa). Marine Biology, 146: 39-51

#bestiary #bestiary revamped #biology #cnidaria #jellyfish #deep sea creatures #bioluminescence #tricky little shit #it's a goddamn pokemon trainer you guys #pokemon

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snarkyowl · 7 years

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Lead Me Away

If in the end I must die alone, I want to die knowing that I wasn’t always alone in life, and it was only near the end I found myself facing the abyss without another hand to hold.

warnings for mention of blood, unintentional suicide attempt, and depression

He woke up to the sun in his face and a resounding ache in his body. Everything felt heavy, like if he tried to lift his arm he would be straining against twenty pounds of weight. He didn’t move at all side from shifting his head to get out of the sun.

He wasn’t comfortable, but he really couldn’t be bothered enough to move.

Chase didn’t know what time it was when his alarm for being late to getting up went off, but he did know he didn’t want to listen to it. Still, he did anyways.

Dragging himself out of the bed was a chore that took a lot of mental pep talking. Once he was up, he had to take a minute to figure out what it was he needed to get done next. Clothes. He needed to change out of his shorts and tank top into a t-shirt and pants. He could do that.

He could.

He just didn’t want to.

Eventually he just pulled on a t-shirt and headed off to the kitchen, hat lazily placed on his head. He tiredly shuffled in, glad to see apparently everyone else was slow to rise this morning as well.

The first one is of course Schneep, the doctor in a rush to get himself out and to the hospital. Chase is ready, handing him toast and coffee as he rushes through like a storm.

Chase is just finishing the pancakes when Robbie and Jackieboy come in, Robbie shuffling slower than usual and Jackie is continuously yawning.

“Morning Chase.” The hero spoke as though the peace in the kitchen would shatter if he lifted his voice any higher than what it was.

Chase couldn’t muster up any words so instead he gave a hum and a slight wave with his elbow as he plated the food. He served Jackie his pancakes and Robbie a steak, idly patting them both on the head. The two dug in, and Chase set to work on everyone-else’s plates.

In the end, Anti came in last.

His hair was a mess, his neck was smeared with blood, and Chase knew what came next. Anger and yelling and emotions. Chase was too tired to be emotional. Chase didn’t want to get yelled at, but he knew Anti needed to vent and Chase would be that outing. Anti needed to yell, so he could yell at Chase.

That’s how this went.

Two breaths, long and deep, and Chase turned to Anti with a smile and a plate of food in his hands. “Hey Anti-bro! Sleep alright?” He asked, and his voice held just the right amount of sincere care to set Anti into a glitching, growling mess.

“I ͘sl͜ept͟ ̷fìn̕e.” Anti growled, and Chase beamed.

“Great! Here’s breakfast, just how you like it!” “W҉h̡ỳ is̸ ͘th͟e̢r͏e̶ a͘ ̀smile̛y̧ f́ac̢e o̸n ́my f͝u̶cki̶n͡g pa̧n͏c̀a̶k̕e?”

“Cause it’s a happy pan-” “T́hat'̵s ͘fuc̕kįng̡ ̀du͟m̸b” “Well I guess it’s a little silly but-” “No͞,̧ ̸it̢'̵ś d͏um͠b̶ ͟a̶s̷ ͞hel͠l.͟ I̷'̧m n̕ơt͟ ̧a͝ fiv͢e ̨ye͜a͏r ̢òl͝d́.͢”

“Well- of course you aren’t, dude! You’re an adult, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a happy pancake, bro.” “What́eve̕r͏.” And with a final grumble, Anti hunkered down at the table to eat.

Chase’s next breath out was a bit shaky, but he rubbed his face and shook the shake out of his breath. No time for that silly stuff, he had things to get done.

Chase spent the day cleaning the house, mostly. The other egos are all a messy bunch, especially Jacques who seems to trail paint behind him wherever he goes.

Chase’s out of it mood went mostly unnoticed that day, and he didn’t bother to mention it to anyone. He’d be fine anyways, just a down day.

The next day he didn’t feel much of anything, just out of it. Numb.

He moved into the kitchen to make lunch as always, and that was when it went wrong.

He settled his eyes on a bird outside, watching the little thing fluff her feathers and flit about the yard. He was lost in his own mind in those moments, and apparently his body kept on automatic pilot.

Anti’s glitched cry of distress isn’t what pulls him out of the spaced state, no. It’s Anti ripping the knife from his hands, and screaming for Schneep.

Chase blinked, slow and confused, before looking down to find red. Red spilling over the counters, all over him. Was it his? Must’ve been.

Huh.

Chase let himself be pulled to Schneep’s mini-clinic in the Septiceye building. Let himself be patched up and scolded by a teary eyed doctor. Yelled at, then coddled, by a violently glitching Anti.

Anti convinced him to get medication after that.

When Chase was in a better mindset he knew he couldn’t let that happen again.

He forgets his medication sometimes. Sometimes he still spends the day in bed because he just can’t be bothered to get up. Except now, the others watch his back. They help him take his medication in a timely manner, they help out around the house when he just seems too tired and out of it. They make him feel like he isn’t broken beyond repair, like he can and will be fixed.

Anti’s the worst about helping with chores, but the best about helping Chase just feel better.

Anti will lay on the bed all day with him, and sometimes Anti will talk. Anti talks about everything on his mind some days, and talks about nothing other days. Deep thoughts to cryptids as pokemon, Chase always finds himself oddly engaged.

Sometimes he shushes Anti as politely as he can, but the glitch always seems to get it. Always. He nods, he hunkers down under the blankets, and he cuddles Chase to provide the warmth he knows his dad needs.

Chase is content more often than not nowadays, and even on the poor days he ends up feeling a little better.

He doesn’t know where he’d be without his new family behind him, but he knows it wouldn’t be a good place.

Chase just hopes they know how much they mean to him.

#antisepticeye #chase brody #suicide tw #blood tw #depression tw #snarky writes #sad to happy

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jelly-beanbabe-blog · 7 years

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The Sweater

That was the very last straw.

Porrim was sick and tired of Kankri rejecting her sweater over and over again. Honestly, for a troll who complained about triggers and being more aware of other's feelings every second of every minute of every hour, you would think he would be at least a little bit more considerate about her gifts. In his eyes, they weren't gifts, of course. That was obvious from his oh-so-rude behavior. But to her, they were. She spent hours and days making the beautiful red garment, taking extra care to find the right material to make sure it was soft and not itchy, comfortable and adorable, and bright red. Sure, there was the fact that they were no longer on Beforus and so they had no reason to display their blood colors, but Porrim thought it went perfectly with his black pants. And as a fashion expert, she would know.

To Kankri, however, the horrendous sweater was nothing but a nuisance. He wanted nothing more than to see it at the bottom of the trash, and he'd tried too, only to have the jade blooded troll find it somehow. Throwing it in a ditch didn't work either. One time, he'd even resorted to tossing the damn thing in the ocean. That hadn't worked out so well; Porrim had been enraged and for once in his life, he'd been the one on the other side of being lectured. She had ranted on and on about her insufferable fabrics and stitching and whether he knew what it would take to replicate the blah blah blah. He honestly couldn't care less. She was bothersome and while he did understand her actions were done due to her 'caring' for him, he wished she would just quit it. The more she pushed it onto him, the more he would just fight against it. Honestly, why wouldn't the woman just let it go?

On this particular day, almost every one of the twelve trolls were outside in the dream bubble, interacting with each other and their dancestors. The air was filled with soft chatter and enjoyment from everyone, well, almost everyone. It shouldn't have been a surprise that Cronus was in the middle of harassing someone with his 'flirting' and suggestive eyebrows. Unfortunately for him, he was about to have his ear talked off for it since a certain trigger-sensitive troll was nearby, lurking in the shadows, just waiting to find someone in the act of being offensive or rude so he could give one of his infamous lectures. It normally wasn't this hard for him to find someone, but it seemed that everyone was behaving today. Should that have made him happy? Yes, and it did! He was more than gleeful at the show of consideration his friends were giving each other. The only problem was the fact that he had spent the entire night prior awake to work on a new lecture and memos for his group. Around the middle of the night, he'd been wracked with guilt over the realization that he had completely forgotten to write memos for their dancestor counterparts, and spent the rest of the time working on the equivalent of the memos for them as well. When all was written, and double checked for grammar and spelling, and then read a third time for extra measure, he typed all sixty pages up and then printed them out. It would do well to mention that it was sixty pages per person. If there were twelve trolls per session, and two groups, that made 1,440 pages in total. Why would one troll have that much paper? Because he knew how desperately his friends thirsted for the knowledge on triggers and proper behavior, and he was always prepared to give it to them.

When every last page was printed, and every stack was set up, colorfully coded and highlight of course for the most important parts, morning had settled in. It was hard to distinguish night from day when the entire sky was a dark abyss into nothingness, or rather the dark ends. Somewhere out there the horrorterrors lurked, but they went unmentioned in his papers. Of course, he wasn't so oblivious as to not realize that the younger trolls were missing a few friends from their group, but he made the amount anyway for copies. And if any doomed timeline versions decided to suddenly pop up and wanted a memo, well now they wouldn't be deprived of this knowledge. However, his entire plan had been spoiled as he walked around and picked up on the fact that, the one time he needed someone to be triggered, there was nothing of the sort going on. After an hour of searching, frustration had overcame him, and the poor troll resorted to seeking out Cronus Ampora, the only guy who could be counted as reliable when it came to harassment, a perfect excuse for the Vantas to appear like a wild pokemon and choose him to be the first receiver of the impressively (and tortuously) long speech.

All was going well for him, two hours later and he was on page 38. By this point, a small crowd had formed, including Aranea, the only other sensible troll he could talk to who had a hunger for education as he did, Karkat, his pupil dancestor, Cronus of course, young Kanaya with her matesprit Rose, and a bandaged mayor fellow who Kankri deemed as 'very cool'. It gave him great pleasure to be able to deliver the understanding concerning other's feelings, especially when other people were listening besides himself. As he started reading aloud the sixth article, section seven, paragraph five, he couldn't help but notice the commotion going on in front of him. The attention of the trolls (and human and mayor, he would never be as rude as to exclude Rose nor the Mayor) shifted from him to something out of his line of vision, more specifically behind him. The visible reactions were mixed, but all had one look in common: shock. Kanaya had her hand over Rose's eyes, Aranea was blushing, Karkat had his jaw practically touching the floor, and Cronus was doing a woof whistle (a direct violation of article six, paragraph three, the one he'd just read a little while ago). With a deep sigh at the interruption, Kankri placed a finger over the line he had stopped on and turned around to get a glimpse of whatever it was.

….Who, it was. It was a who, not a what, and it was…

"Porrim!" He was mortified by the sight before him, a bright red blush of utter embarrassment rising up into his cheeks. The hideous candy red sweater was back, only this time it wasn't in in her hand, it was on her body. And it was the only piece of clothing on her body. The top was designed for Kankri's smaller body specifically, so one could imagine how it wasn't supposed to fit her. And it didn't, at least not that well. Her long legs were certainly exposed, along with the black swirls wrapped around them in their patterns that only she could tell the difference between. Her front and rear were thankfully covered, but just barely. The sleeves seemed to be the only part of the sweater that actually fit her, and that was only because Porrim had created it to be long for Kankri. Even so, the entirety of it was skin tight against her, leaving very little to the imagination, which was what she wanted. It was all part of her plan.

"Something the matter, Kanny?" The jade blooded troll quirked an eyebrow at him, daring him to say what she was waiting for.

"Yes, Porrim! You are clearly triggering everyone here, including myself, with your lack of layers! I demand that you go change this instant into your usual choice of a promiscuous dress. That one, at least, covers more skin. I never thought I would ever have to convince you change into that one for the purpose of decency." He shook his head, unable to even bring himself to look up at her.

"Oh but Kanny, I have no plans of changing whatsoever."

"And why not?!" His voice rose an octave in stress.

"Because you have made every attempt at ridding yourself of my sweater. And I spent so much of my time working on it that I simply cannot allow it to be wasted. So if you refuse to wear it, then I will." She simply shrugged in response, which did bring up the hem of the sweater slightly, much to Kankri's discomfort and Cronus's delight (as well as Aranea's).

"You aren't serious about this…"

"I am extremely serious." A smirk played on her lips as she pretended to stretch her arms upward, rising the hem two more inches. If he didn't stop her now, the entire crowd would be flashed from her bits.

"G-AH PORRIM PUT DOWN YOUR ARMS!" He was in full blown panic now, striding over to her quickly to grab her arms and bring them down to her sides, glaring at her. She forced him to use physical contact, and she was blackmailing him into wearing the atrocious garment at the same time.

"…Fine. I'll wear the stupid thing."

With a triumphant smile, her fingers grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over her head to which she handed then it over to Kankri and walked back to her hive, half-naked. This had resulted in a very long lecture from him later that day as well as a nosebleed from Cronus and some awkward cute flirting from Aranea. Kanaya had managed to keep her matesprit's eyes shielded the entire time, much to her relief, and Karkat still blushed angrily every time he ran into her.

And Kankri never took off the sweater again.

#kankri vantas #porrim maryam #cronus ampora #aranea serket #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #homestuck #homestuck fanfiction #fanfiction #one shot fic #hsfic

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veigued-blog · 8 years

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TAGGED BY @datbluedog AND @trainsforbrains im pretty sure >__>

Rules: List 10 of your favorite characters from 10 different fandoms.

do i have 10 different fandoms, let’s find out

I’ll tag @fearboss @triggerfishie @severalbadpunslater if you want to do this!!

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure ⇨ Giorno Giovanna

None of you could guess this one right. Giorno’s my fucking son and I love him and he means a lot to me. I have a history for abusive/neglectful families myself and everything about Giorno’s closed off-ness resonates me in a way that hurts a lot but is also extremely cathartic. He’s also broken as fuck and I adore him and anyone who doesn’t like him can come fight me in my inbox.

(pls dont im super sensitive about this character and i will actually cry)

Hunter x Hunter ⇨ Illumi Zoldyck

This is a hard toss up between Illumi and Kurapika because I adore them both but I could talk about both of them at length forever maybe I’ll talk about kBoi in another post sometime. Again, like above, I have a penchant for characters in fucked up families and Illumi is like the other side of this. A character that projects his own abuse onto someone he loves because he doesn’t know how else to do it. This is something I’ve struggled with too, not knowing how to engage or sympathize with people because I don’t know how to open up to people??? Also Illumi has the coolest design in HxH in my opinion I loved his fucked up octopus body. He is beautiful and I love him.

Tales of Series ⇨ Luke fon Fabre

TAKES A DEEP FUCKING BREATH Luke is the only reason I care about Tales of the Abyss. Well, he and Asch but they’re sort of well. :^) Y’know. Everything about Luke is just... he’s wholly relateable. Everything from his learning and growing character development to the issues he has to face to his inability to know who he truly is until he’s lost so so much I just. I really wish I’d had this character growing up instead of playing it as an adult but maybe he wouldn’t have resonated heh with me so much. I feel like I would have related to Luke so much as a young teen and I realize why a lot of people like Abyss is probably for the same reasons even if they don’t remember how godawful the overarching.... everything is. Luke’s ability to learn to grow instead of just doing so makes me shiver and choke up sometimes. Learning who you are, not what you are. Being able to cope with being yourself. God. I fucking love Luke. Even his minor traits, like having a hard time focusing and learning, being impatient and having a hard time relating to people. All of him. I love a ton of Tales characters but it’s not hard to choose. I love you Luke. ;__;

Disgaea ⇨ Mao

Fuck you. Mao is hilarious and I love him and he’s the only character Vic has voiced well. The whole game is funny and wholesome and perfect and honestly is my favorite despite how much I do love D4. Which is a fuck ton. Mao is just... he’s my type of character, I love atypical protagonists. His design is great, he’s dumb looking and cute. His personality is what gets me though, I adore his relationship with Raspberyl. Just keep slap fighting you two, it’ll work out.

Persona ⇨ Minato

I know, Minato is “me”. But he’s the only thing that makes the story work and he’s wonderful. His personality is so much more fleshed out than Yuu’s whose diaglogue options to me are... Instead of being more clear options his are just like Bland, Happier Bland, Mean Bland. I love all of Minato’s dialogue options, paragon or renegade (though if I was writing him I’d go full renegade lmao.) The people that come together to know Minato are all wonderful and it’s hard to pick between them. I probably like Aegis and Elizabeth the second best because muh best girls but. I just can’t pick them over him. Minato made me fucking cry. Ryouji sucks MJ.

Metal Gear ⇨ Liquid Snake

That’s my boy. My beautiful boy. My big gorgeous boy who I am afraid of. Listen I love Eli so much he’s funny and over the top and stupid. I love daddy issues man. Like every single MGS character is over the top and stupid but Liquid is the over the top stupid big baby. Not even Ocelot is as dumb as him. He’s perfect, he got a dumb tattoo, his best friend is an edgy 1990s matrix character. He’s perfect. That’s all I have to say.

Pokemon ⇨ MortIy Listen. Going off of all his iterations, I think Morty is one of the most developed Pokemon characters. He’s never far off from canon in PokeSpe or the anime, and everything sort of compiles together into one whole that I really like. I love the lore behind Ecruteak and Johto as a whole and that’s where it starts I love him. He’s chill and laid back as fuck on top of being able to tell the future and see ghosts and royally fuck up your entire life if he talks about something a little too much. Of course there’s a lot of headcanon here too because he’s a Pokemon character and it’s hard to help that but I really love what he’s built up to be in as little lines as we get. 10/10 would smoke the good good with.

Fire Emblem ⇨ Takumi

I’m really typical you shouldn’t be surprised. For about the same reasons as Luke, I adore Takumi. He’s very relateable as a young sibling going through depression and anxiety in times of strife where everyone seems to be advancing but him. He’s tragically sad and I hate to say that I’ve been there. I feel like I know Takumi and that sounds stupid but it’s why I love him so much. The fact he tries to fucking kill himself is like. Shit. The fact that he succeeds in bad end???? Shit fuck. I sort of wanted to put Xander here but I relate to Takumi a lot more. I don’t know why I didn’t think of him first. I love him.

Star Ocean ⇨ Ronyx J. Kenny

My. Fucking. Husband. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌 I love this dork he is amazing and fun and awkward and I love him. Like, husbando levels of love. I would kiss this man without question. He’s wonderful. I love his personality and the way he handles things. He might say something wrong and be awkward about it but he fixes it and learns from it. He’s understanding and kind and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I want to marry him please I will be Claude’s mom right now. On top of having the hottest voice ever in the PSP version holy shit. That’s my man right there. Right there. Ugh. My fucking husband. I would pick him over Gaius. That’s how much I love this man.

Blue Exorcist ⇨ Amaimon

Sometimes I just like a character for them being wholly unhelpful and funny and kind of useless and rude. Amaimon is this. I adore him. I love how he chews on things and gets into everything and annoys his big brother. He’s just good and wholesome fun. He’s my aesthetic down to a T. He’s subservient to his aniiue and acts like a puppy dog and needs a fucking bath. He’s stupid and irreverent and lovely. I want him to pick on Rin forever and then whine to Mephisto about it. Luv that demon.

#this is long #i had a feel #mentions of child abuse and suicide

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pokeshippingflashfic · 6 years

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one word prompt: Hug (I don't recall a single episode those 2 have ever hugged each other in).

Meditation. What you need most now is meditation.

Most of the time, your travels with Ash and Brock were entertaining, even somewhat pacifying. You were overwhelmed with blissful pleasantries between helping passersby or traveling to new regions and (more specifically) cities, to meeting and potentially catching new Pokemon, introducing yourself to people who reminded you of yourself…

Every once in awhile, your adventures turned irritating, maybe even swerving all the way over to infuriating on the annoyance meter. What with Team Rocket’s near daily attempts to steal your Pokemon, your arguments with one highly immature Ash Ketchum (seldom though they’d come to be after three or so years of traveling together, replaced instead by almost enjoyable banter), and there was always the occasional closed-minded stranger you might run into…

And, farthest and fewest in between, were the instances your adventures with your friends turned agonizingly life-threatening. There were the times you were suspended from frail bridges or hanging from the edges of cliffs, times when particularly violent Pokemon species chased you down in the wild… And how could you forget that one terrible period where you’d been left for dead on a sinking cruise ship, followed immediately by being stranded on a raft at sea with your sworn enemies, and then ended up swept up in a twister only to wash ashore on an island seemingly completely uninhabited except for colossal Pokemon a hundred times their normal size?

Your next drawn breath comes abruptly, a chill running up and down your spine before you try once more to relax in your seat, wringing your hands against the fabric of your red shoulder bag sitting in your lap.

And yet… and yet all your thought process does is send you spiraling further down the dark path to morbid fear, a memory coming to mind unbidden and resistant to your attempts to hold it at bay.

Ash, trapped under a chandelier in a dark and musty tower, not moving, not breathing…

Ash so sick in bed, flushed with fever, he can barely form the words to ask for assistance…

Ash, clothes torn askew and flesh burning in spots after trying to save a Pokemon or fend off Team Rocket…

Ash, looking heartbroken over a wounded and unconscious Pikachu after he’d lost a battle against some powerful foe (human or Pokemon; it didn’t matter)…

Ash… lost in the abyss of a subzero degree sea and barely kept alive by Pikachu’s best efforts to prevent him from sinking below the frigid waves doing their best to crash over him while the creatures behind his near demise continued to clash against one another in the skies above him…

The words come to your lips and demand to be heard before you have enough sense to realize they’re better left buried deep down inside.

“What the heck were you thinking, you idiot…?”

Thankfully, they’re no louder than a whisper, yet you blink warily, wrenching around and hoping nobody’s around to hear you. Unfortunately, while you’re looking furtively for any potential eavesdropper, you’re not paying attention to the teenage boy in the hospital bed.

“Pikachu… All of our Pokemon were in trouble, Misty…” comes a grunt, causing you to swing back around and face straight ahead, “Someone had to do something, didn’t they?”

“Ash!” you nearly shriek but your voice is still hoarse from restraining tears and shouts all afternoon so it comes out sounding more like a dry croak as you scooch your chair closer to his bedside. “When did you wake up?!”

“Just now, I guess…” he groans, inching himself gingerly into a sitting position and flinching for good measure here and there. “How long have I been out?”

“Probably not long enough to teach you a lesson,” you admonish darkly, turning your nose up just enough at him to get him to scowl at you in reply. “Honestly, Ash, you’re such a glutton! Brock had gone to get help! Team Rocket’s stolen our Pokemon a hundred times before and we always get them back within twenty-four hours! You just can’t help playing the hero, huh?”

You know you’re overstepping but your shot and buried nerves have given you a downright terrible case of foot-in-mouth syndrome.

Ash seems somewhat reflective however seeing as he doesn’t immediately offer up a harsh rebuttal.

“Well… I’m already so used to it, I guess. Why not let it be me who helps? Besides, the reason we generally get our Pokemon back so quick usually has to do with one of us immediately running after Team Rocket to stop ‘em, doesn’t it?”

You’re grateful to whatever all-powerful force that keeps him from looking you in the eye after that. You can’t help seething, steeped in his unequivocal candor. You figure he must have hit his head harder than anyone thought if he’s making this much sense…

“So where’s Brock now anyway? I don’t really… remember what happened.”

“Well, you’ve been out cold since this morning. Brock came back with Officer Jenny and, since you were distracting Team Rocket pretty good, she was able to sneak up and catch them off-guard with her Pokemon. Unfortunately, those idiots directed their Pokemon to attack without informing them about changing targets so they ended up knocking you out…” you inform him, watching warily as he tries to adjust himself to a position that would somehow not aggravate the bruised ribs he doesn’t even know he has. “We’ve been here all day waiting for you to wake up but Brock finally decided a little while ago that we should eat. He’s at the cafeteria.”

“I’m… in the hospital.”

“Yeah you are, you dummy.”

“I guess,” he begins with a sharp wince you relish a little too much, “I really was hurt pretty bad.”

“A concussion, some bruising. I guess nothing you’re not already very used to, like you said.”

“I sense you’re upset, Mist,” he deadpans, finally daring to face you.

“Of course I am, Mr. Pokemon Master!” you nearly screech in response, and at least your voice has mostly returned to normal so he can hear you mean business. “I’m sick and tired of this! I’m tired of you getting hurt this often! It’s not normal to risk yourself so much!”

At some point, you’ve leaped out of your chair and are towering down at him in the bed, arms flailing wide in a broad gesture. His brows furrow in response, his lips (one of which is just barely split) mashed somehow thoughtfully together, however he doesn’t look like he wants to fight you. Perhaps there really is a first time for everything.

“I’ve seen you jump into danger to help others lotsa times,” he murmurs just loud enough to hear. “And I know… if I hadn’t’ve been there, you woulda taken care of things pretty much the same way.”

That’s twice he’s got you now and you’re so overwhelmed with a complicated jumble of emotion that you collapse back into your seat, glaring daggers into the scuffed linoleum floor underneath.

Meditate. You need to meditate. Take your space and…

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

Once again, your mouth flies open and tries to cause problems. Your eyes are shut tight because you’re not sure you can handle a stare-off right now.

“But it’s what I like about you.”

The worn wire wound restrictively around your muscles loosens all in one go, and you unwind and slouch in your chair. He’s never said he likes much of anything about you before. You’re flattered and furious all rolled into one. A sight to behold.

“Listen, Misty, if you’re worried about me…”

But before he can continue, you’ve flown once more, upright, forward, arms around him tight enough to make him grimace from the pain (which reminds you to loosen your grip just a little even though you refuse to let go).

It’s the first time he’s ever accused you of being worried. In most other situations, on most other days, you’d deny it in a heartbeat. And something in the back of your mind is reminded once more of those other times his life has been at risk.

“So Misty, you’re really worried about me!” a distant child guffaws softly in your ear, and a younger version of yourself whips around in confusion. You could have sworn that was Ash…

“I am! I’m worried! You scare me to death, you… you idiot!” you cry fiercely, your cheeks tinging a bashful pink at such a confession. “I’m tired of worrying about you, I’m tired of seeing you get seriously beat up or knocked out! I know… I know when we started traveling together… I know sometimes… it was - could - be funny… maybe but…”

You taper off into a sniffle, rubbing your damp eyes roughly against his black tee shirt.

Ash is silent and stiff wedged awkwardly in your embrace, you’re not sure from the new form of contact or the pain he’s probably in. Eventually you do let go, falling back once more into your chair and staring intensely at one of his ears because you can’t look him in the eyes just yet.

You don’t know what to say about the sting of hurt that courses through you in response to his lack of reciprocation. Sure, the hug was entirely new, a foreign means of intimate, unspoken communication… but still…

You feel a slight pressure and notice that he’s grasped your hand in his. Now it’s his turn to be too embarrassed to face you evenly, his turn to blush a mildly alarming scarlet.

“I… I don’t know what… to say, what you expect…” he stumbles and stammers in reply. “But I like that you worry about me. Can you keep doing that?”

It’s not remotely close to what you wanted to hear, the type of compromise you were hoping for, but there’s something raw and very Ash-and-Misty about such a request…

Still, you refuse to let him walk away with your heart so freely.

“Fine but only if you promise t - to care - ah, I mean - worry about me too!”

The warmth between you crosses from his palm to your fingertips, from his thumb to your wrist, slowly consuming every limb and inch of skin before he finds the nerve to beam at you through his pain. His response, somewhat delayed, is at the least brutally, blissfully honest…

“Of course, Misty!”

… And you think to yourself that, hey, this is far more than what you had from him before.

(Sheesh, I struggled so much with this! I adored the prompt - thanks, anon, for sending it in, I totally agree about the travesty in Ash and Misty’s lack of hugs - but I was working 17 hours on 3 hours of sleep… Then my first draft vanished so I started over… Overall, I really like the finished product though…)

#pokeshipping #aaml #flash fic #fanfiction #ash x misty #1wordprompt #requests #oooh i'm gettin' mad at myself now...#thewordcountisadamnedlie #word count: 1500

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