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thearchertheprey · 8 months

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assorted images from the AU group im in

#pokemon patronage au #forester may #acolyte lisia #may maple #lisia olea #wally evergreen #blacksmith yuuki #yuuki serafino-maple #gloria tiraboschy #calem leblanc #cheren lobanov #grusha gorkov #dryad wally is soooooo cute. THIS MAN is ALLERGIC to HIS OWN POLLEN #AND BASICALLY.... YOURE FUCKED #hes not even an active character in the group #the idea of him just existing in the background has been tickling me #once again thank you delta for letting me throw your little man at walls and squish him like a berry #may just fundamentally cannot exist without bestie its like how you shouldnt get a hamster unless you get two. they get lonely. and crazy

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thearchertheprey · 1 year

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HELLO HI i love calem. can you share your thoughts

oh my goodness please ive been waiting for the opportunity. thank you.

this is your neighbor, calem leblanc-balbir. he's a fairy-type specialist who works as diantha's personal assistant. he's quite the renaissance man -- manager, artist, poet, musician, linguist, historian. and he's continuing the 2headlightshine trademark of main characters who arent protagonists.

calem leblanc is 16 when you meet him. he's kinda vain and full of himself and a jerk and he makes fun of your mom for rhyhorn racing. but he's a good friend beneath all the glitz and glamour. he's a loyal young man. a perceptive young man, a little too aware of your gruff persona. a painfully selfless young man. this is his blessing and his curse.

you are 16 when the ultimate weapon blossoms from geosenge town, pulsing with a core powered by death itself. you are the hero of this story, and they send you down beneath the earth on a funeral procession, with your jacket tied around your shoulders like burial robes. you know you are going to die. the adults who sent you down there know you are going to die. the man who is firing the weapon knows you are both going to die.

your neighbor refuses to accept that you will die.

calem leblanc steals the maps of the man who is firing the weapon, and he finds the Tree of Life, imprisoned beneath the earth to prevent its interference with the ultimate weapon.

calem kneels before the Tree, hand over his heart.

"i need your help," he pleas. "my friend -- serena dupont -- she is going to die, and there is no one there to save her from her fate. Xerneas Cornucopion, Breath of All Living Things -- i know i am not strong enough to save her from this curse. but if it be your will, i willingly trade my life for hers. i lay myself here at your roots. let me be her sword and shield. i am not smart, or brave, or kind, but i am here, and i am ready."

calem leblanc frees the Tree of Life from its chains. on its back, he rides into battle. no one on earth has ever been more joyous to participate in a funeral procession.

calem arrives just in the nick of time. the tree's roots spread. Death, startled and in immense agony, aims its Oblivion Wing at you. a figure cased in pink light rushes in front of you and absorbs the blow. the world goes white.

you both survive, but not untouched.

the Tree saw a proper messenger in calem. in the moment he laid down his life, it gifted him the Boon of Life, knowing he would use it for the good of others. now, even as you make your way through your mid-twenties, you can already notice he doesn't age. when he touches you, it soothes your aches and pains. when he holds diantha's hands, her arthritis eases. once he dropped a kitchen knife on his foot -- the blood sparkled and dissipated, and the wound healed in minutes. when he's emotional, he glows. it would be funny if not for the reality of what it means for him. and for you, detective serena dupont, tasked by your superiors at interpol to apprehend abnormalities just like this. just like you.

your sword and shield took most of the blow, but he could not protect all of you. you carry the Kiss of Death and you know it. the discoloration slowly creeps out from your chest like spider veins. and as calem maintains his stupidly flawless complexion, your face shows age faster and faster compared to your untouched peers. your bones ache, and your mind struggles to keep up -- but most of all, your soul strains. death will come to collect its dues eventually. it isn't evil, or ill-intentioned, but simply natural order.

calem leblanc is working himself to the bone in order to defy fate a second time. he works a dayjob as a personal assistant for retired actress diantha diamandis. then he picks up dinner, rushes home, and spends every waking hour left researching remedies for the kiss of death. there isn't one. not yet. maybe it's still out there. maybe he's the remedy. maybe it's love, like in the fairytales. maybe life and death can only run from each other for so long before they meet in the middle.

but he's not giving up. not on this. not on you.

you can see in his face -- his blessing is a curse after all. but he'll never put that burden on you. he's always been selfless like that.

#mapleverse #calem leblanc #serena dupont #serena is zen's guy but idt they write her anymore

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thearchertheprey · 10 months

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