#divimperator

[aetherceuse]

All of the members of the Bad Parents Club are on dash for the first time in forever. Meeting commence.

[journcys]

Why is his father in Alola.

[heroftruth]

"How must it feel to have let down everyone who put their faith in you? Your friends... Your pokemon... Even your Dragon. All forced to suffer because you stood in the path of something you were so woefully unequipped to face. Will you stubbornly throw yourself into the fire until you perish and no longer have to face your failure?"

The second she hears his voice echoing in her ears she feels frozen in place. Hilda knew it was only a matter of time before encountering him again. He may have let her walk away from dragonspiral tower after her defeat, but she knew his promise to return wasn't an empty one.

She stands firm, fingers curled in a fist, not wanting him to know how much his words feel like a knife being driven into her heart. Each moment without Reshiram at her side has been worse than the last. There's a gaping space where their presence used to be, and after years of them there she doesn't know how to reconcile it.

"I'll do anything for my pokemon and my friends." She always has, and she always will. "You may have taken Reshiram from me, but I am still their chosen. I'm not going to give up on them. It doesn't matter what you say or what you do. I won't stop fighting ."

[iruludavare]

"I'm sure you're wondering what will become of you once I have what I want. Unfortunately, I can't exactly just let you walk out the door given everything you've seen. But, perhaps a compromise can be found. I do rather miss seeing you on the stage, after all."

Well. That certainly is surprising. When he paraded into her gilded cage, Serena had expected taunting of the variety she has grown used to. Hissed words of how her father thinks she is dead. How the world must not care about the beloved Hero of Kalos, if none have found her by now. Forced laughter spilling from a frozen, lopsided grin that, while genuine, she could never quite matching his eyes. So accustomed to routine, already had the heroine propped up both arms on the dresser and tented her hands-- all so a cheek, and most of her expression, could be obscured.

However, he instead came with a compromise. An exercise of power over her freedom to him, but an opportunity for herself.

With what energy Serena wishes could be spent on a scowl, her head turns, eyes focusing on his form. And once more, her mind begins ticking. Make him agree. Let him think it is all his own idea. Get out of this place. Play along, just long enough for him to become the slightest bit lax, and for observant eyes to have formed a plan. Then, free herself. If she can escape, even into the arms of the Elite Four, Xerneas will follow.

"...That would be a hefty compromise-- at least, on your end,"

If nothing else, she is her father's daughter. Cut from cloth unassuming at a first glance, but woven from threads a little too durable; with a little too much give. And perhaps strands of her mother's strength thrown into the mix.

"To be on stage, I need to be in rehearsals. Daily classes. Performances. Shoe fittings... Costume tests..."

And what, she ponders, could he do if she were to be caught? Kill her? Even if his blood were to boil, and every vein protrude from his leathery skin, he could not. Subject her to more horrors? He could not keep it up indefinitely. Indeed, while it is possible their quarrel will stretch for eternity, it is with that same amount of time she has to free herself. For Xerneas, in all their primordial glory, to grow tired and break their vow to not turn their power against a human, and end this game of cat and mouse themselves.

And she is a horrifically patient woman.

The tips of fingers flex in time with the lifting of brows-- in suggestion, as though ideas are simply popping into existence the longer her poor, deprived mind is given to think. Things, Serena wagers, he already is aware of.

"My company will also ask questions about my disappearance-- the league and press even more so, and I will not be able to avoid talking to them. Especially when the general consensus they've come to is that I was kidnapped."

For a moment, eyes flicker to the mirror before her. If only this were so much more simple. If only he did not have people who could materialise out of thin air and move faster than the eye could see. If only he did not have that infernal suit. If only her father's life were not at stake. Had the only one at risk been herself, Serena would have made her move months ago. Over and over, until she was free or frustration alone made her not worth the chase.

"You would be placing an awful lot of trust in me. But... I'm sure you've already thought of ways to navigate that. I don't think you would bring this up if you hadn't."

If it were to fall through, nothing is lost-- not for her. Yet more of his oh-so precious time will be wasted.

"--So, what are you considering?"

[vindictes]

"Have I mentioned recently that I hate you? I feel like it's overdue."

(Yes, he called just for that.)

it's 3am. of course he knows that the man on the other end of the line is perfectly aware of this. therefore, he won't mention it. why give him the pleasure?

" you haven't mentioned that in a while, actually. i appreciate the reminder, and i will be sure to return the favor very soon, " he puts the phone down. back to bed. / @divimperator

[cittadeinumeri]

[plumcria]

"...The vibes are off today."

[strawberrycriisiis]

@divimperator

"LOOK OOOOOOOOOOOUT!!!"

She manages to stop Miraidon just in time. It's not like she was in a hurry, she just... wanted to go fast. And almost ran over an old man because of that.

Again.

"Sorry!" Fresa squeaks, accompanied by a guity, robotic 'gyaoohhh!' from the Paradox Pokèmon "Sorry sorry sorry, I-- I didn't see you!"

[reiketsui]

Awaiting your resume once Giovanni is disposed of. :)

puts this through the shredder a million fucking times over no he didn't just get a full crisis from reading that sentence / @divimperator

[veritasvitae]

"He asked for no pickles raw brussel sprouts."

[aetherceuse]

Better not hear a word out of either Gladion or Lillie's mouths after that one.

[journcys]

@divimperator : "You could stop existing. Would you like me to help you with that?"

“….”

“Is that all you have to say?”

[tellnxlies]

gio moment tell me about one of your favorite threads! it can be something you played with this muse or any other, follow your ♥

I CAN’T CHOOSE JUST ONE

It’s been my turn forever and I definitely need to work on a reply, but: I am still obsessed with the thread with Naomasa being tricked into meeting with Ghetsis. That is not going to end very well for anyone but Ghetsis. I’m sure having someone from Interpol on his side would benefit him greatly and he’ll be thrilled...after all, Rocket already has the same. This is only playing fair.

Something about the very first thread between John and Naomasa still gets me. The fact that at that point in time, he really wasn’t sure if John even LIKED HIM, let alone would care enough to actually risk his life to come save his ass. Or how much John made it a priority to despite them not knowing each other well, because he knows exactly what it’s like to be kidnapped and have no hope of anyone ever coming for you.

Speaking of Jax on that last point: The latest thread where the two of them are just hanging out in Jax’s apartment. It’s such a rarity for either of them to really relax and have any sense of normalcy outside of their jobs. And it’s so nerve-wracking to know the secrets that are looming over them, that neither are aware of. It’s a ticking time bomb threatening the end of this friendship, and it’s going to be hell when it finally goes off.

Olive is special and gets two, because again, I really can’t make decisions. For Naomasa, the thread where Giovanni sits ever so smugly across from him, lighting a cigarette and inviting to share a drink. Cigarette smoke is his single biggest trigger and he can barely do sit there without dropping his glass with how badly his hand shakes. He has to fight to even remain in control of his own mind and body. It’s so hard to stay grounded and yet he won’t dare think of leaving.

As for the other one, it’s got to be with Archer and my Silver. When he comes home after a long day to find Archer just…sitting there, waiting patiently like he owns the place. Up until then, I don’t think Silver even knew that the Executives know where he lives. To say it’s alarming would be an understatement, and he’s far more bothered by that than he is the guns being actively pointed at him by the agents brought along. The way that Archer taunts him about not properly greeting family is just ough…their dynamic kills me.

[aekashic]

ghetsis, you're pitiful!

[vindictes]

There's a sleek, black box, tied with an elegant, gold ribbon. Inside, underneath layers of white tissue, is a note handwritten on high-quality card stock.

Enjoy today's assassination attempt. - G.H.

He even went through all the trouble of hiring some professionals. You know, to provide a fun challenge. How thoughtful.

the lack of everything on the box itself tells him immediately who it's from. these packages that made their way to each other's doors without an address or sender – and had done so for the past ten years.

he lifts the note, exhaling a sigh before downing the rest of the bitter liquid in his glass. it's always an interesting guessing game whether the man chose to send him his leftover second-rate underlings for disposal, or someone with actual competence. well, he'd find out by the evening. / @divimperator / b-day asks (derogatory)

[doublebattled]

"Be careful, old man, you're dangerously close to actually complimenting someone for the first time in your life."