#marnie and the chosen ones

[violethursday]

I saw in one of your posts it seemed to say you have a Parallel Canon of all your agents. How did these come about? Were they also made by Order?

Oh they're just an alternate set of agents from a different timeline. They exist in my main agents' timeline but not as an agent (and vice-versa). Despite that, they all still know each other in a way!

in other words I felt very silly one day and created a second timeline

[galarfiend]

doodle based off of a discord conversation & my mutual’s latest legendverse fic :))) hop is a coffee drinker

[jadeazora]

I feel like I would never trust Lysandre with a kid for obvious reasons, but at the same time, would probably rank his anime self as "ok" at it given that he seems to treat Mairin pretty well while Alain is out on assignment for him. (Plus, he apparently did plan to let her live since he sent a Grunt to retrieve her. Definitely a blurry line between legitimately appreciating Alain's help enough to accept her as a chosen one, and a useful tool for keeping Alain in line tho.)

Volo constantly ditches work and while I don't think he'd harm a child unless that child has a connection to Arceus (not counting the world erasure thing), I'd fully expect him to dump that kid off on Ginter or Cogita.

It seems from various other media, kids tend to like Cyrus going by Hareta, Dia, and Sophocles. He's not great at it, but he did talk to Sophocles for what's implied to be hours in Masters over their shared interest in machines and technology. I think if he was looking after kids with similar technological interests, he could be pretty decent at it. (He could also fix or walk you thru fixing game systems.)

There's likely been at least one instance where Leon shoved a probably-too-young-to-really-remember Hop off on Rose for a short while while he needed to go do something right quick. He's also probably one of the safest villains to leave your kid with since he's got benevolent intentions, just a lack of patience. I also feel Archer would probably have babysat for Silver as a kid.

Penny just puts on some anime or plays video games with kids, and Piers has plenty of experience from babysitting Marnie when she was young. Archie is also shown to be pretty good with and protective of kids in Masters. Easily the top three.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

A random thought, you remember the achievement when we get the Statue of Perfection or Statue of True Perfection. Everyday we received iridium ore or random items, then how will the SDV/SVE Bachelors, (can you add the adventurers and mages) gonna react to this huge looking (gold/iridium) teddy bear appear in the farm and everyday a random item pops out.

(I mean I would find it weird and intriguing, that I woke up the next day just to see a huge looking teddy bear appeared on my spouse's arms.)

...A teddy bear?

*looking at a picture on the SDV wiki*

It's a cat, isn't it? I always thought it was a cat. *Looking again* Although the ears are a little round, it does looks like a bear. Kinda...

Anyway, good to see you in my askbox again! Enjoy some headcanons 💕 And I'm interested to hear from others, who do you see in these statues, the bear or the cat?

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SDV bachelors react to Statue of Perfection/True Perfection:

...Was there some kind of strange fashion for huge jewelled statues or something? It wasn't enough for Shane to find a gold statue of Lewis in Marnie's room (of course, she refused to say how it got there in the first place), but now Farmer had one. Well, at least Shane's spouse had chosen a cute animal instead of one with the hideous mayor's face on it. "Why?" "That statue gives us ore every day." "...So you can do nothing and you'll make a profit. Wow, that's handy stuff." A useful statue and a nice looking one, so Shane didn't mind.

Imagining the life of a rich and famous athlete, which Alex aspired to, he still didn't understand some of the oddities of people living in luxury. For example, the habit of ordering gold statues with encrusted gems. Alex's spouse had received a statue of Perfection as a reward for their deeds, but those who just bought them and tried to pass them off as some kind of achievement? Weird. They usually also ugly looking, not like Farmer's statue that looks like a bear, or maybe it's a cat, and... ??? Did the statue just give him a prismatic shard??????

"Darling, where did you get this?" "One statue was given to me by Grandpa. The other I got as a reward." Never before had Harvey seen statues as tall as himself made of pure iridium. The doctor hadn't paid much attention to it before, thinking they were just strange decorations made of inexpensive metal. But later, while rearranging the bedroom, Harvey began to scrutinise each of the statues. "Your Grandpa had unusual taste in furniture." "It's not about taste, it's about to get ore." And Farmer took the iridium ore and the prismatic shard from the two statues, leaving Harvey in complete shock.

To be honest, Sebastian was a little disappointed when Farmer told him that the Statue of Perfection wasn't some sort of totem for worshipping spirits or gods. Too bad, he was already prepared to listen with interest about how these statues were connected to all sorts of occult stuff, but alas. "Well, I wouldn't say the statues are simple, hon." When Sebby saw with his own eyes that these metal figures yielded ore, he opened his mouth in amazement. "Cool." Okay, now Sebastian was even more interested in how this magic statue worked.

Sam's been doting on the cute faces of the iridium statues for about half an hour now. "Heh, adorable. Where did you acquire that statue?" "Got it from Grandpa's Shrine." "...Huh? From where?" The young guitarist guessed that the statues were unusual, but he didn't realise that there was a whole adventure story behind them with all the weirdness. "And one of the conditions of getting statue was to pet your dog?" "Yeah! Well, I'd pet the dog anyway because I love our dog, statue or not, but yeah." Sam doesn't understand anything, but he's still interested! Like wow, cool magic statue!

When Elliott was touring for his book signings, he managed to visit several museums in Zuzu City that were full of similarly unusual statues and figures. At least the statues his spouse purchased weren't the spawn of nightmares (Elliott doesn't judge art, but he certainly wouldn't want those decorations in his home). "They're not just cute, dear" When one of the statues produced a prismatic shard, the writer was speechless. But then he had an idea... "The hero went on an adventure in search of a statue of eternal wealth... Not a bad plot for a novel, don't you think?"

SVE bachelors react to Statue of Perfection/True Perfection:

Magnus can't believe his own eyes. "This is an endless source of iridium ore - a dream for treasure seekers, and a topic of discussion among mages and witches as to the origin of this relic. But also the cause of death for many, ruined by their own greed and envy." The wizard hopes that his spouse will not meet the same fate. He also tries to restrain himself from the urge to study the Statue of Perfection by being cautious. Magnus knows that Farmer's intentions are pure, and they have earned such a reward through hard work, but just in case.

"You definitely had to go through many trials and do incredible things to obtain such a treasure, my dear. A worthy reward for someone like you." Lance knows very well that even the richest person in the world cannot afford such a magical statue, it only has to be earned. And his dear spouse has earned not one, but two whole statues. Lance knows how these statues work, so not surprised about that. But the pink-haired man is more interested in the exact merits for which Farmer was so honoured. Lance wouldn't mind hearing their story over a glass of wine.

Oh, it's.... the Statue of Perfection! It's real! What? Of course Victor knows about it! Well, not that he knows for sure, but he's read books about various artifacts and relics that were covered in mysteries. The books themselves were written by adventurers, and there were at least a few mentions of a legendary Statue of Perfection that would bring the owner happiness and wealth. Or something like that. But now Victor's spouse has been given a true legend for their hard work! It's impressive, and he is very proud of Farmer!

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Bonus reaction from non-marriage SVE adventurers/mages:

"What do we have here~ Sweetie, you have no idea what powerful magic these statues contain." It wasn't even the fact that the two pure iridium statues yielded ore and a prismatic shard every day that interested Camilla. The Castle Village witch believes there is something else stored inside, something that would be good to study. Wealth doesn't interest her, but potential magic does.... "I wonder how the Farmer got such a treasure, hmm? You'll tell your friend Camilla, right?

The first time Alesia saw the statues of Perfection, she thought Farmer worshipped some kind of animal spirits. She herself is an Yoba worshipper, but has no dislike for other beliefs. "If this is not totem, then what?" From the information she's received about the statue, the sniper is silent from shock for a few seconds, then says, "According to the legends, people, blended with greed, killed each other to get their hands on these relics. Do not repeat their fate, young adventurer. And be careful who you share this information with." Alesia hoped Farmer wouldn't get themself into trouble...

Jadu is going to faint with happiness. These are the same statues of Perfection that wizards and adventurers have been searching for for centuries! The metal artifacts made of pure iridium simply radiate magic! They have a rather lovely appearance, the wizard should note, very cute.... But he's distracted! Jadu almost begs Farmer to let him study them. Like Camilla, he's interested in the knowledge hidden in the statues, not the iridium ore itself.

Are these THE statues of Perfection that half of all adventurers and wizards would kill themselves over? Pfft, it looked like some cheap obscure bear-faced thing. Isaac is not impressed. And the presence of ore in the statue didn't surprise him much either ("I've seen stranger things"). Still, the grumpy adventurer will not deny the fact that Farmer has achieved this, albeit silly-looking, reward by hard work. So they're worth something. Maybe Farmer is not as hopeless as Isaac previously thought. ("Thanks Isaac. I guess...").

[subwaytostardew]

▽ Subway to Stardew - Adoptable Joltik ⚡️

This would play after Emmet's 8 heart event and getting Joltik up to 8 hearts as well.

I released a separate mod specifically for adopting Joltik, so you only need to get them up to 8 hearts to adopt them! You can do it right now!

Adoptable Joltik Mod Link: https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/21002

And of course... Commentary under the read-more.

Joltik's adoption event sat in the drafts for quite a while. It took me whole a day to implement and I didn't let myself sleep until I finished everything. (It's 1 PM now...)

The event ended up wildly different because of how extra custom pets are implemented. You would think that they would be added in the same way as you get your cat/dog that you select during character creation. No. You have to buy a license. Only Marnie is authorized to sell them.

Here's the original script for Joltik's adoption event:

[Joltik Adoption Event]

Emmet: @! Joltik likes you verrrrry much. They want to stay with you. I'm letting you adopt them. Yup. I filled out all the paperwork. The Joltiks are legally documented now. 

I never gave ours a name... Galvantula wouldn't let me. She is verrrry picky about it. But that's okay. Joltik is yours. You should name them. She came along for approval. So. What name should I put on the adoption form?

[Name input box like Marnie's adoption thing...]

[Galvantula pauses for a moment to think and then offhandedly agrees.]

Emmet: Galvantula didn't shock me for that. That name is okay. Yup. I will file that with the Ferngill Republic. Don't worry about it. Make sure you take verrrry good care of our little Joltik!

[Joltik jumps and heart emotes]

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The whole naming portion was a source of much more frustration than it should have been. In events, the name input box is brought up by the "catQuestion" command (which applies to dogs chosen at the start, too...

If you refuse, then Marnie also shows up no matter what you do. Farmhouse positions are also tricky and made even harder to find reference for after 1.6 added the farmhouse being moveable. Joltik kept spawning where Emmet was supposed to be so I had to use a move command just to get them to spawn one tile to the side. Galvantula was fine. I didn't get to updating her vanilla portraits yet so she's staying quiet.

The catQuestion command also only adds the pet you pick during character creation. There's no fields to target the usage. You have to buy a license. It's the only way to get another pet. I didn't want Joltik to replace a cat either since in-story you would have to earn the trust of both Emmet and Galvantula... There's no way you can do that by the first 25 days of spring. It's immersion breaking and you lose a cat.

I did find the license aspect funny though. It was oddly fitting for the mod's lore of Pokemon being pretty much banned from the region. Emmet is a threat to Stardew Valley's ecosystem. Not the best guy for the task of combating anti-Pokemon xenophobia.

Pet sizes are apparently hardcoded so I had to make a new spritesheet for Joltik as if they even need a 32 x 32 pixel area per frame. I did end up making new sprites for them while I was at it. I tried to base it off of the cat's behaviors so I have less animation fields to edit (I was tired). The cat loafs a lot. Trying to convey that in a tiny spider posed quite the challenge.

After everything was done, I figured that the whole adoption portion of the mod could easilly be taken apart to be its own mod as a demo of sorts for the expansion. So I went and made a content pack to post.

Bringing up your starter pet's friendship level takes quite some time, so it would be awkward if I let the event play with no preconditions. Because of that, I ended up including Joltik as an NPC and locking their adoption behind their heart level.

We actually only had two lines per day of the week (not including season) for daily dialogue. That shot up to six lines per day of the week for a full 0-2-4-6-8-10 in spring because I was determined to publish a mod. (I've been modding for nearly a year nonstop and I don't have anything playable... humiliating...)

Anyways! I hope you're all having fun with 1.6! It certainly brought new challenges and opportunities to the modding scene!

▷ Station Steward Thylak

[thefictionalgirl]

No, I don't have the courage like Chihiro,

Nor I ended up in a moving castle like Sophie did,

Of course, I couldn't be so wild and reckless like Rikako,

And never met my Marnie once I lost her.

I'm your Shizuku with no antique shop,

Dreams to have but loses her pen.

I've been to countrysides, but never had a neighbour like Yamadas or Totoro,

Been on buses but the Catbus never stopped for me.

The wind rises for me, but I can't stand up,

Scared I would lose it like Nahoko.

My country roads never took me to home,

And my rose, never indeed learnt to live.

Only yesterday I thought of creating her,

Satisfied with life while enjoying youth,

I tried to make things okay like Taeko,

But the future only dwelt on yesterdays.

Wanted to fly away and live in an amazing town,

Maybe would have been called a witch,

If only I had a magic broom like Kiki,

I would have worked in a bakery,

With my faithful employers.

Conversations with people have never been easy,

If only I could talk to cats like Haru did,

Maybe I would have met my Baron too

and chosen my own adventure for a while.

I'm Anna without a Marsh House,

And a vacation where she'd live her life,

Find the meaning of it.

I've tried to look back and feel good about

Whatever history remained,

But I've failed to be your Umi,

I failed to climb up the Poppy hills.

My fireflies died in the grave of my hope.

Like the hunger in Setsuki,

My dreams died without having the colourful candies.

Tried to be fierce, tried to fight back,

How could I not realise I'm not the Mononoke you have?

I can't point a katana at your neck,

And expect you to call me beautiful with blood on my face.

And my castle in the sky would always fall down,

Like Tanukis hold onto their mountains,

I held onto whatever is being swallowed by the fleeting time,

And the way Porco accepted the loss of his glorious youth.

But I failed to refuse the futility of war,

For I've always been in one,

I couldn't give myself peace and detached

Myself from the violence.

Cursed myself to not be a human anymore,

But couldn't refuse humanity.

Quick glances at you and feeling so small,

In a world of humans bigger than me,

Bigger their dreams, bigger their powers,

related to Arrietty but never been like her.

And I could have been different, like Ponyo was,

Could have taken my leave and run to my happiness,

Without looking back.

And never I investigated why my Tales never came from Earth and sea,

Because it was always so high,

Higher than the mountains, higher than the clouds,

Too high to touch it, too high to feel that it's real.

I wanted to run,

They said, on your mark,

But I reached too late, my wings fell off,

I couldn't touch the sky,

I couldn't touch it, my shackles were as same as

Princess Kaguya, like her freedom was snatched, like the way she lost the pleasure of a simple life, with everything she loved,

I lost it, I lost the way back home.

The way Monmon the water spider bid goodbye to her lady water strider,

I did to my days of youth,

And never really could break through my life to find something desperately like Mahito,

My Heron didn't respond.

And the red turtle of my childhood never returned to me.

✒Dee

[schmooplesboop]

Toffee Apple

Pairing: Alex X Male farmer/player

Rating: Teen

For the past couple of years Alex had skipped out on Spirit’s Eve. It had gotten pretty stale. Fake plastic hedge maze, shitty plastic scares, and even shittier food that might as well have been plastic. Just bad all around.

This year, though… on top of keeping his farm afloat Colton had volunteered to grow a huge corn maze on his land for the town’s Spirit’s Eve celebrations. And the rumors had been buzzing around Pelican Town since: Colton had recruited the weird wizard dude who lived in the woods to provide spooks for the haunted corn maze, Gus had been inspired by Colton’s enthusiasm and dug up new recipes for Spirit’s Eve treats, Marnie wanted to set up a hayride for those who wanted a calmer vibe. Everyone was excited to see this year’s festival, Alex included. Even if he hadn’t cared about the event, he had a personal reason to be excited this year. Colton had straight up asked him on a date.

“I may not look it, but I’m a giant scaredy cat. I need a big, strong date to guide me through the maze. You up for it, dude?”

Haley had been staring at him so intensely that Alex could practically hear her brain screaming at him to “Just say yes, you big dope!” For once, he didn’t need her intervening, he’d said yes almost immediately. Colton’s smile and faint blush was worth the awkwardness of Haley standing there looking like she wanted to scream with delight.

Now the big night was here and he was nervous as hell. This was his first real date in a while and his first date with another dude, period.

Alex looked himself over in the full-length mirror in the hall outside his room. He’d chosen to wear a grey hoodie under his old letterman jacket and his cleanest jeans. Hair perfectly coiffed then perfectly re-coiffed, his usual hour-long hair care routine had lengthened into two. He anxiously looked over the cologne Haley had forced into his hand that morning.

“Spiced Orange. Seasonal and sexy!”

He sniffed it warily. It did smell nice… ah, what the hell. He sprayed himself then tossed the bottle through the doorway onto his bed.

Alex wished he had someone other than his grandparents to give their opinion of the end result.

His grandmother was terribly biased, “You always look handsome, dear!”

And his grandfather was not biased enough, “Hair is hair. You look like always do.”

Out of desperation, he’d asked Dusty’s opinion too. “What do you think, boy?” He gently scratched his old dog behind the ears. “How do I look? Underdressed?”

Dusty huffed a quiet doggy noise of reassurance and licked Alex’s fingers.

Alex set his jaw, chiding himself. (It’s a haunted corn maze, not the fucking opera. Just chill.)

It was definitely going to be a cold and spooky night. Alex’s breath misted in the air as he headed out of town toward Gullwing Farm, hands shoved in his jacket pockets for warmth. Fog swirled around his ankles.

Alex’s jaw dropped as Colton’s farm came into view. He’d really gone all out. Orange and purple fairy lights were strung everywhere. Ghost and witch decorations hung from the trees. Menacing scarecrows leered in the fields. Dozens of jack-o-lanterns lined the lane that led into the farm.

Right at the main gate to Gullwing there were two signs, both decorated with childish drawings of different townsfolk being scared by different monsters. Alex recognized Vincent and Jas’s handiwork straight away. One sign said that entry was free, but there was a suggested donation of five dollars. The second sign was slightly ominous, simply stating that the “Ghost Show” was at midnight… whatever that meant. Alex put fifty bucks in the slotted box nailed under the first sign and went through the gate.

Gus had a canopy set up under which he and Emily were busy doling out food and drinks. Trays of toffee apples, buckets of popcorn in three different flavors, ‘devil hot’ potato chips, pumpkin cookies, ‘mini brain’ cake pops, ‘graveyard’ cupcakes, apple punch, and hot cider. It must’ve taken them all day to get things ready.

Haley was hanging out with her sister, looking vaguely bored and eating a cake pop. When she spotted Alex, she gave him a quick once over and a round of brief silent applause. Feeling slightly better having his friend’s approval, Alex waved at her as he went by. The food looked delicious, but Alex was still mostly nerves. He didn’t think he could eat anything right now.

Pierre had set up his stand too, of course, selling Spirit’s Eve t-shirts and decorations. Alex bought a little plastic bobble ghost for his gran. She liked these weird, cheap little things for some reason. She had so many that she’d had to buy an enormous bookcase to display them.

The corn maze loomed in the distance, looking intimidating and surprisingly eerie in the fog and dim, colored light. It really was huge, it would probably take a couple of hours to get through, maybe even more. Alex was impressed by the enthusiasm and effort that not just Colton, but everyone had put into this. The whole town had really pulled together to make things better than before. Colton seemed to have that effect on people, Alex included.

Jodi was standing outside the maze with a tearful Vincent, telling him that it was too scary for him and trying to convince him to check out the more laidback hayride Marnie had going not far away. Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian stood nearby, pushing each other around and laughing.

Sebastian caught his eye and waved. Alex waved back. This is what he’d meant by Colton having an effect on him too. Old Alex dismissed Sebastian as “that weird guy” without a second thought. But when the weather had gotten colder and their morning beach runs had evolved into morning hikes in the mountains, Colton had invited Sebastian to join them sometimes and Alex had been surprised to learn that not only could Seb keep up with them even though he was 95% skinny legs, but he also knew a lot about wildlife (frogs mostly). He’d also discovered that they actually had things in common. They were both really into an old adventure-fantasy comic series that had been all the rage before either of them was born. Sebastian had even lent Alex two of the comics he was missing from his own collection. New Alex had learned not be so fucking judgy. He was liking New Alex way more than Old Alex.

Abigail linked arms with Sam and marched him into the maze. Seb pointed to a little picnic area where people were milling about eating treats, waiting for their turn on the hayride, or just enjoying the atmosphere. Alex could see Colton waiting there, munching enthusiastically on a toffee apple. Willing himself not to blush, Alex nodded his thanks to Sebastian and made his way over.

Colton towered over literally everyone around him and Alex was relieved to see that they had similar outfits on. He was wearing a fleece lined black-and-teal plaid jacket over a dark sweater and faded jeans. Now that it was too cold to surf every day, his tan skin had lost its golden luster and his hair had faded from bleached back to sandy blonde, but Colton was still super hot, to use Haley’s words.

Colton spotted him and quickly swallowed a bite of his apple, “Hi, Alex!” Like Haley, the farmer gave him a once over and Alex felt his chest tighten with anxiety. “Looking very spruce tonight, dude.”

Oh, thank fuck. “Thanks. You’re looking good yourself.” Alex was impressed with how chill he sounded, despite feeling very unchill. “Did you do all this yourself? It looks awesome, I barely recognize the farm.”

“Thanks! But nah, I had a lot of help. Demetrius helped me design the maze, but I did all the planting and watering and maintaining. Vincent and Jas helped with decorating and Marnie’s handling the hayride. Gus and Emily are in charge of the food and drink, of course. Rasmodius also said he’d provide scares for the maze and something called a ‘ghost show’. Not sure what that means, I’m kinda nervous about it to be honest—"

A scream came from the maze, startling Alex and sending a ripple of murmurs through the picnic area.

“I think that’s Maru, poor woman’s been in there for a long time. Even Harvey made it through the maze before she did. We should rescue her if we find her.” Colton finished off his apple and tossed the stick into the trash. “You ready to guide my wussy ass through this maze or would you like some food first?”

“Let’s get our maze on.” Ugh. New Alex still sometimes said mortifying shit.

Colton seemed charmed by it, thankfully, and they entered the maze. Alex didn’t scare easily, but he had to admit it was pretty creepy in here. The corn was so thick you couldn’t see through it, and it rose high over even Colton’s head. The only light in the maze came from the full moon and the fairy lights that occasionally criss-crossed overhead and it was like outside noises were muffled somehow. The ankle-deep fog outside the maze became knee-map inside. Somewhere ahead they could hear Sam whimpering and Abigail calling him a baby.

The first scare that Rasmodius conjured up, maybe literally, came running at them from out of the corn. A skeleton that glowed a sickly green sprinted right for them with arms outstretched. Alex jumped as Colton screamed. The skeleton blew right by them, bony fingers scratching at the farmer’s arm before disappearing into the corn again. Alex’s stomach flipping had nothing to do with the scare and everything to do with Colton grabbing hold of his hand.

“Sorry for making you jump, Alex. Did warn you I was a big ol’ scaredy cat.” Colton sounded self-conscious.

Alex hated to hear it. Didn’t feel right, that someone as awesome as Colton was feeling bad about himself. He gave the farmer’s hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled. “Nothing to be sorry about, dude. Happy to be bodyguard and date tonight.” Or any night.

And Alex played his part well. The wizard’s scares definitely weren’t of the plastic variety. Giant spiders, weird noises in the corn, invisible hands that brushed at their ankles and arms, figures in the fog, drooling red-eyed hounds, big swooping bats, footsteps that ran up behind them with nothing there when they turned. Colton didn’t scream every time, but there was always someone else screaming just out of sight.

By the time they reached the middle of the maze, Alex had one arm wrapped tight around Colton’s waist. The farmer looked around nervously. There was nothing here in the center of the maze except a creepy statue of what looked like a guy with an octopus for a head. Poor Maru screeched again, but it sounded distant. It seemed she might actually get out sometime before dawn.

Colton looked at the faintly glowing display on his watch, “The ‘ghost show’ starts soon. Wanna see what that is before we try making our way out?”

Alex nodded, even he needed a break. “Sounds good.”

The wizard’s ‘ghost show’ started at exactly midnight. Vaguely human-shaped figures, glowing pale blue, drifted up through the corn and started swirling over the maze. Fast, slow, they zipped and twirled overhead. There were a few surprised squawks from the maze dwellers, then a murmur of amazement. Considering what they’d been through already tonight, this was actually kind of… soothing.

(And romantic?) Alex’s brain supplied oh-so-innocently.

No! Don’t be stupi—Alex swallowed thickly. Apparently, Colton agreed with Alex’s brain. He’d turned to face Alex, leaning in slightly. The anxiety in his deep brown eyes had melted into something very close to desire.

(Okay. The hottest man in the valley wants to kiss you, don’t fuck it up. Shit. I can do this. Okay. Fuck. C’mon, Alex, you’re not afraid of ghouls and shit, but you’re afraid of a kiss? Just--)

He blinked. Colton was suddenly angling away, looking a little embarrassed. Belatedly, Alex realized that the other man had been politely waiting for him to lean in too and had taken his getting momentarily lost in his own panicked brain as disinterest. Great. Fucked it up instantly.

“Then unfuck it, doofus!” He heard Haley’s voice so clearly in his mind it was like she was swirling overhead with the wizard’s ghosts. Hoping this didn’t make things even more awkward, Alex slid his arms around Colton’s neck and leaned in. The embarrassment faded instantly. Colton leaned down… and holy shit, they were kissing, the farmer’s body very warm and very firm as it pressed against Alex’s. Colton tasted like toffee apple and he smelled like rain in the woods with a hint of the sea underneath. Then his fingers hooked into Alex’s belt loops to draw him closer and who knew that such a small thing could be so fucking sexy?

They parted, both slightly breathless, as the ghosts above faded out so that near darkness settled over the maze once again.

“That was nice.” Colton murmured.

Alex agreed wholeheartedly. “Yeah, it was.”

He shivered as Colton’s lips brushed against his ear and his fingers tightened in his belt loops. “You smell amazing, by the way…”

Score one for Haley, she’d be pleased to hear it. Alex was trying to form some kind of reply that wouldn’t want to make him shrivel up and die when somewhere to their left they heard the sound of Abigail screaming and Sam laughing long and loud and very donkey-like. Their little romantic moment was over, but not ruined.

Colton’s lips were at his ear once more. “Get me out of this maze alive and I’ll kiss you again.”

If it wouldn’t have ruined the experience for everyone else, Alex would’ve bulled a straight line through the corn and made his own exit.

Oddly, kissing Alex seemed to have bolstered the farmer. He was much less jumpy as they navigated their way out and only screamed twice. Alex felt his ego puff up. Just a bit.

Someplace ahead of them they heard Maru shriek again, but this one was different. It was a scream of triumph, “Heck yeah, I survived! Emily, two cupcakes, please!”

Colton laughed, “Guess she found her way out.”

A few more twists and turns and they found their way out as well, Colton breathing a sigh of relief in the cold night air.

“Thanks, Alex. My hero.”

True to his word, Colton was moving in close again. Alex moved as well, perhaps a bit too eagerly as their noses bumped lightly. Colton only chuckled, tilting his head just a touch more so their mouths slotted together perfectly. Goddamn he tasted and smelled and felt so good. Alex could get used to this…

Afterward they bought some snacks and cider and went to join Maru and a few others in the picnic area. Haley had disappeared, probably went home a while ago. Spirit’s Eve wasn’t really her thing. She’d likely just come to give her sister and Alex some support. With the kids in bed and the last few stragglers exiting the maze, Marnie was dismantling the hayride and loading her ponies into the trailer behind her truck. Alex took a bite of the toffee apple he’d bought, a sheepish grin on his face. He knew it was kinda goofy, but he wanted to relive the taste of Colton’s lips a few more times.

They were halfway through their snack feast when Sam, Abby, and Sebastian emerged from the maze, taunting each other about who was the biggest baby.

“Didn’t hear Seb once so he’s obviously the champ among you three.” Colton called out with a teasing smirk.

Abigail laughed as the trio came to a stop beside their table. “You and Maru had a chorus going.” She teased back.

“Oh dude, yeah, I definitely would’ve dropped dead five feet into the maze without Alex to protect me.”

Alex’s cheeks flushed as he felt Colton’s hand slide over his wrist. Abby and Sam’s eyebrows raised in surprised, Sebastian just looked smug that he’d known something his friends hadn’t. Old Alex would’ve cared, probably too much. New Alex didn’t give a fuck.

He just smiled and gave Colton a nudge with his elbow. “Don’t sell yourself short, you didn’t shit yourself on the way out.”

The five of them laughed together. It felt nice.

“Walk me home?” Colton asked as they threw their trash in the bin, gesturing to the farmhouse in the distance.

“Yeah, of course.”

Alex felt more sets of curious eyes on them as they walked off hand-in-hand. He still didn’t give a fuck.

As soon as they entered the farmyard Finn, Colton’s dog, came barrelling out of his doggy door and jumped all over Alex, barking excitedly trying to lick his face.

“Oh, I see who his favorite is.” The farmer smirked.

Alex laughed and scratched Finn around the neck, trying and failing to keep all four of the dog’s paws on the ground. “Hey, buddy!”

“Thank-you, Alex.” Colton said as they ascended the stairs onto the porch, Finn racing in circles around both of them. “I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

A pleasant little knot of warmth formed in Alex’s stomach. “Me too.”

“No hike tomorrow. Gotta take all this stuff down.”

“Not by yourself, I hope?” Finn impatiently butted his head against Alex’s leg and he reached down to pat him.

“Nah. Wizard dude is taking care of the spooky stuff tonight. Marnie, Gus, and Pierre are taking care of their areas tonight too. Tomorrow morning Marnie, Shane, Seb, Sam, and Abby are coming to help with the rest.”

“I’ll help too. What time?”

“Yeah? I thought it’d be kinda tacky to ask my date to help me clean up.” Finn was harassing Colton for pets now, and he ruffled the dog about the ears.

“Nah, I want to help. Just tell me when to show up.”

A fond little smile curved Colton’s lips, “Why don’t you come by a bit earlier than the others? I’ll make pancakes.”

Alex felt his cheeks go red, “…I’d like that.”

“Seven, then?”

“I’ll be here.”

His affection quota satisfied, Finn slipped back through his doggy door into the house. Colton’s affection quota not quite satisfied, he placed a soft kiss on Alex’s jaw. “Goodnight, Alex.”

“See you tomorrow, Colton.”

[sailtomarina]

Fake love

She’d watched him these past few years—not in some obsessed manner, but off-handedly, a vague noticing of her surroundings. They dabbled in similar social circles of influence. They didn’t clash, per se, but there were often conflicts of interest that, more often than not, swayed towards Hermione. When a decision was made in her favor, their eyes would catch and he’d nod, eyes flashing with what she imagined was begrudging respect.

After the passing of his wife and a period of solitude, he began appearing with different women over the years. Beautiful by definition, exceptional inside and out, those who attended draped over his arm drew in crowds like an aphrodisiac. They were actresses, scientists, journalists, and even musicians. To appear with Draco Malfoy was to underline yourself as someone worth knowing.

To appear with Draco Malfoy was to accept a one-time deal.

These women who showed up at his side and enjoyed an evening of spotlight never appeared again, at least as his partner. They’d very often end up even more successful after the event, and were always gracious in their talks about the Malfoy heir, but there was never any discussion of any kind of long-lasting relationships.

Hermione’s own romances were varied and memorable in their own wonderful ways. She didn’t regret any of the connections made, instead cherishing the moments in real time. Sometimes, they’d last only a month, and at other times, they’d go on for up to a year. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit that she couldn’t imagine holding onto any single person longer than that. There was too much to do, too much to see and experience. How could she hold someone else back when she herself still wanted more?

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Witch Weekly started musing about the likelihood of a Granger-Malfoy match. Both were prolific leaders of their generation in their chosen fields. They attended many of the same functions, were conveniently single, and deliciously forbidden in every possible way. 

Hermione traced the phrases in her mind as she followed Malfoy’s movement across the ballroom. “Most eligible wizard”, “Golden Girl on the rise”, “Imagine their children”—she needed to hunt down this Marnie Scribe and her ridiculous quill. It wasn’t that Hermione was mad about the gossip. It wasn’t malicious like the Rita Skeevey articles of her past, Azkaban bless her, nor could she deny the appeal. Draco Malfoy was objectively a wizard worth consideration.

No, what she had issue with was the very notion that she’d allow herself an ounce of fake love for a step up.

Maybe it was petty of her to remember the glittering smiles and echoing laughs of his past partners, but she didn’t want to be associated with him in that way. She didn’t want to give anybody the room to accuse any future success with his influence. Hermione might find him sexy as sin, but she knew a trap when she saw one.

His eyes caught hers across the room. If she looked away now, it’d be obvious she was affected. She lifted her chin along with her eyebrows. He tilted his head and smirked. With a brief comment to the group beside him, he pressed forward, destination clear.

She desperately wanted to furrow her brow and scowl at him, but his former listeners were aptly watching the impending collision. Was this the moment that Draco Malfoy enchanted Hermione Granger?

Now that he stood in front of her, towering from above like a goddamn lamppost with his golden white hair, she couldn’t stop herself.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

There was that bloody smirk again.

“If you didn’t want my attention, Granger, you shouldn’t have let me catch you looking.” With a bow and a raised hand, he invited her to dance to the slow waltz just beginning.

There was nothing for it now that they had everyone’s attention and he just stood there in expectation.

She slid her hand into his and felt the tightening of his cool fingers around hers. He drew her into his frame, expertly maneuvering her across the floor like the perfect gentleman he was raised to be. She’d swoon if she wasn’t so mad at him.

“Careful, darling, you’re starting to show your fangs,” he said with amusement coloring the laugh in his voice.

She schooled her features into submission. “This is not what we agreed on.”

“Maybe I’m done with agreements.”

“Maybe I’m done with you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I will not be another check on your list of conquests.” The growl in Hermione’s voice was clear.

He spun her out without warning, sending her heart swooping into her throat. When he curled her back in, she found herself closer than before. Some might say, inappropriately close.

“You’re not.”

“Why should I believe I’m any different?”

The hand at her waist tightened, and she saw the faintest strain around his eyes. “Because I’m telling you that you are. You are different, Hermione.”

Why did the sound of her given name on his lips make her want to throw all caution to the wind?

“Prove it.”

The predatory grin that spread across his face was one she never saw outside of their one-on-one time together. Seeing it in public, now, with her in his arms and the eyes of the crowd fixated on them both, Hermione felt a heady concoction of excitement and fear.

Everything was going to change.

WC 911 Twitter prompt from @DramionePrompts

[imaginary-regret-608]

Artfight Attack Updates, My Take on Maryverse (Non-Undertale/Deltarune) Overworld Sprites, and SwilTaett 'FANART FEATURE' Version Two!

The Second Attack was for @butterrbee , featuring IGNEO MALICE (who I also attempted to make a palette for in this artwork) interacting with Patchwork, an original OC who was chosen because of their similar aesthetic to Ripper and shared interest in pranks and trickery!

Because the original image didn't have much context for it, I'd decided to do an improv recording of IGNEO Malice talking to Patchwork after reading the Reference Sheet.

The tone and stability of voice, as well as accuracy of the laugh is consistent to other Voice Tests, but because of it being improvised (which I don't have much experience with yet) I wasn't able to keep IGNEO MALICE's pattern of rhyming like Jevil does in Deltarune.

Here's what the original Reference for Patchwork looks like, in case anybody else was wanting to make Fanart of him for butterbee, whether it's for Artfight or not!

LINK:

The Third Attack was for @marnielovesyouu ! Featuring Mary Rosemary and PeePee, who are both Cast Members from Marnie's 'Maryverse' Project, which already has concepts and animatics for a Theoretical TV Series, where the three members of 'Catgirl at Heart' (Mary Rosemary, Sasha Tones and Skylar McMilliwood) have to compete against bands of different music genres to play at the Tower of Melodies in the middle of Kitty City!

LINK:

As this attack also needs context in order to make sense, Mary has been described and shown as being afraid of cats, despite many elements in Maryverse being cat-like in theming or names (such as with Kitty Citty, the Pawprint Amphitheatre, Straycay Suburbs, and the potential name for the Hot Topic-Inspired Shop that Mary works at for her dayjob).

Although the reference image underneath uses the Old Version of PeePee's Design, it is what was used as inspiration for Mary's scared expression, with larger eyes and an alert stance.

"PEEPEE he’s a sort of comic relief cat that always gets in the way of Mary and scares her shitless" - marnielovesyouu

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The other character who I haven’t referenced yet is marnielovesyouu whenever drawing herself with a sona, who I'd chosen to present in the attack itself as well as in the Artfight Description as being godlike (as she was responsible for creating Maryverse, as well as also having experience in making very good Concept Art for other projects like Andromedia and Vision Crew's Deltarune Takes).

I'm not sure whether she canonically exists in Maryverse, but the two have been drawn together multiple times:

'You haven’t experienced the true joy of creating if you’ve never drawn yourself and your OC having fun'.

'I know you meant the Pokémon Marnie but I scribbled this once…'

So if Marnie does exist in this world, her and Mary definitely seem to be friends (although one of the tags did say about them and how 'We're dating for real' despite both already having partners). But because the earliest version of Mary's Design also being described as a sona before Marnie had her own, it would mean that the Maryverse Version of God is an AU Mary, which would make sense as Mary was the first Cast Member made for the project.

Finally, in regards to the 'FANART FEATURE' segment of the SwilTaett MASTERPOST, the post has now reached its Image Limit, and I'm not able to add any more recent images since mrchaosman's Scamcair and Grimpula Fanart. because of the most recent SwilTaett Fanart, which was also made by butterbee as Revenge for my Patchwork attack in Artfight!

If anybody has a suggestion for how they would want this issue to be fixed, please do say!

Also, I apologize for this being later of an Announcement than it should've been! However, it's because I've been working on a Non-Undertale/Deltarune Theory now that I've been able to interact with the project's creator. It's planned to be a longer post than usual, with two smaller and less theories attached to it underneath the 'Read More'.

I've also been thinking of a scenario where the Cast Members across my different projects have in-character interactions with eachother (with as much as had been written before them beforehand, and with some projects that I've never made reference to before)! So if you're reading this and would want to see that, please do say!

[morn1e]

i am genuinely too stupid 2 intellectually explain my thoughts abt dude&marnie so it will 4ever sound ridiculous&so cliche&cringe&make no sense 2 everybody ever but i am thinking abt them again. two terrible people who hate humanity&have no desire to fit in with others whatsoever because nobody deserves their human decency yet somehow have chosen one another as their person hmm.. they make me so sick. how humiliating.

[theinfiknight]

Something that's really funny to me about every single player-character in the pokemon franchise is how none of them have any sort of narrative backing to them being the protagonist. Every single player-trainer is just some guy, no traumatic backstory no extraordinary motivation no nothing. In every single game without fail the other people you meet, especially your rivals, have infinitely more protagonist energy, right from the first game. Blue is the Professor's grandson and a Pokemon prodigy, if anyone would be narratively advantaged in becoming the champion it would be him rather than this random other kid with no narrative significance other than being Blue's rival. Silver is the son of goddamn Giovanni, his whole story, his angst and his resentment all scream main character way way way louder than regular everyman gold and kris, who have loving parents and nothing to prove. Barry is literally the son of a Frontier Brain! If anyone's gonna beat the elite four it's him! But no, instead it's just some nobody from twinleaf who saves the universe, befriends the Devil and defeats Cynthia besides.

N's backstory and quest could be the plot of a shounen. He's LITERALLY the Chosen One and Legendary Hero who can Talk to Pokemon. He has green hair for fucks sake!! Doesn't get much more main character than brightly colored hair!! But no, some kid from nuvema is also recognised by the other dragon and steals the center stage from him.

Hau is the grandson of a Kahuna and struggles to leave his shadow, Gladion is an emo boy with eighth grader syndrome except he's actually on the run from a massive evil organisation out to get him, and Lillie is a desperate child struggling to create an identity for herself outside of what her abusive parent forced on her, all the while hiding an infant god. All three of them could be Naruto characters in terms of their backstories but no. The random new kid from Kanto somehow sweeps them all away, solves all their problems, defeats the multiversal star dragon and saves the world. It would be like meeting Izuku in MHA and hearing everyone's stories and dreams and watching them struggle and out of nowhere some random black haired background guy swoops in and defeats All for One.

Granted, gen 3 makes you the kid of a gym leader but his name is LITERALLY Norman. He's mister normal. He even looks like an npc. Plus your rival is the Professor's kid so in terms of narrative significance they outrank you. And THAT'S not even mentioning miss Scion of a long line of dragon masters Zinnia, who for some reason is ignored by Rayquaza in favour of this random other kid who comes from a loving family, lacking nothing and facing no major difficulties in life.

It's almost ridiculous how all these anime protags end up as side characters to this generic npc looking ass dude. Hop's entire life revolves around one day becoming stronger than his brother who is also the strongest trainer in the world, Bede is an orphan from nothing who was taken in by Bill gates and then abandoned by him, Marnie literally has her hometown peeps cheering for her at every match. Arven's parents are world renowned researchers who vanished on him while his beloved partner languishes on death's door, Penny was bullied out of school and went through a whole anime arc about bonds and friends and unavoidable goodbyes and Nemona is struggling with finding a kindred spirit while being a Goku in a world full of Yamchas. Any one of them could be the main characters of a generic highschool or sports anime, but it's this random new kid who JUST got their first pokemon who solves all of their problems and saves the world. Barely in the first year of highschool and already lived through the plot of Jurassic Park and Terminator. It's like generic black haired isekai protag syndrome except it's your player character in every game.

Of course there is one notable exception to this list, which is Legends Arceus, where you are literally the heaven sent saviour, chosen by God, replete with hax isekai powers that allow you to trivialise the things that others balk to even think about. Full credits to that game though for making the entire thing very believable and more importantly, super fun.

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Thirteen (Part 2)

“Well, couldn’t have let you starve.” He holds the door open for me and I slip through it under his arm. It’s snowing again, and freezing flakes start landing instantly on my face. I shove my hands into my pockets as we walk together, but I can’t help but marvel at how bright the sky looks. Even though it’s well past midnight now the brilliant white carpet laid over the city reflects back into the sky making it look the same way that it does in the middle of summer on those impossibly long days when the sun never quite dips all the way below the horizon. 

“It’s been nice to see you again.” Jude says. “You know, I’ve missed talking to you.” 

I dig my chin into the collar of my coat to warm up my face with my breath. “Yeah.” I say. “You know, I really didn’t think it’d be so easy to talk to you after so long.”

“Let’s not leave it so long next time. I want to be your friend again.”

I blink, taken aback by the directness of his words. “You do?”

“Yeah, of course, I always felt like we kinda clicked.”

I laugh with incredulity. “Okay, well, you’re going to have to email back this time then.”

He looks at me and his eyes crinkle up. “Oh, sorry, but I definitely won’t. I’ve already proved to you that I’m horrible with communication. You’re going to have to wrangle me with a phone call.”

“Oh, well now you’re just making this sound like too much work… Who calls anyone anymore? You’re like some relic from the nineties.”

“Come on, me, I call people, in fact, it’s probably the only sure-fire way to access me at all. At least then you’ll know when I’m coming back to Dublin and maybe someday if you wanted to you could visit me in Berlin.” 

“Hmm.”

“And you’ll love Berlin.” He swears. “You’ll love my friends and the things that we do, it’s not all about drinking all of the time, there’s so much else. And the restaurants, you can have any food you want, anything in the world…”

“You’re really trying to sell it to me here, I get it. Berlin’s the best…”

“Just, here…” He holds out his hand expectantly and I stare at it until he clarifies. “Your phone please, Evie.” I dig it out of my pocket and give it to him. He starts typing something, and when he hands it back to me I see he’s put two things into my notes app. 

“The first one is my German number.” He explains. “And if you don’t have a roaming plan on your phone, that second thing is my skype name. You can call me for free.”

“Okay, well, you know where to find me…” I give him a side-eyed glance “…unless you’ve already deleted my details.”

“Never.” He says. “I still have your number.” 

“Okay then, but I won’t be surprised if I never hear from you.”

“You will.”

I don’t believe him. 

We reach the bar then and head back inside where my face is flushed with a sudden blast of warm air. The private area is nearly empty now with  just a few stragglers left, including Shane, Claire and Jen waiting forlornly around the table. Claire perks up when she sees us. “Oh you’re back, finally.” She breathes. “We really wanted to leave.”

“Where’s Marnie and Dean?” I ask her. 

“He and his friends got thrown out by the bouncers, and then Marnie and the brown haired girl went with them. It was about half an hour ago.”

“It was fun to watch.” Says Shane caustically. “He could hardly even walk.”

I give him a tight smile, trying to hide the deepest shame I have possibly ever felt. I keep picturing his face, Claire’s face, and even Jen’s face when they saw Dean. The shock and disgust in their expressions. It feels like shock and disgust at my decisions, at the choices I’ve made and the people I’ve chosen to spend my time with. I feel a second wave of shame when I think of the things Marnie said to Jude, and the way he just laughed her off like she was pathetic, like she doesn’t have any power I’ve been allowing her after all.  As I look over the small group left in this bar, I realise that Marnie would never have waited for me to come back from the takeaway, she would have left me here on my own, but here are Claire and Shane and Jen who sat out their boredom just so they could make sure I wouldn’t be left alone at my own birthday party.

Then I take Claire’s arm. “Well, I suppose we better get going, so. Thanks so much for coming, this was really really nice.”

“Yeah, for sure.” Jen says to me. “I’d love to catch up with you again sometime.”

“I’d like that too.” I say. 

“Summer.” She says. “When Jude comes back again in June I’ll have you over for a movie, we can all spend time having a proper catch up.”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Come on, let’s all walk out together.” And so we do, we all head out onto the snowy streets and when we’re ready to leave everybody starts hugging each other goodbye. When it’s my turn to hug Jude I try not to linger in his arms for too long, and I don’t know how to say goodbye to him again so I step back from him and raise one hand in an awkward wave. “Safe trip home.” I say.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

“You don’t.”

“I wouldn’t, not again.”

And then Shane, Claire and I walk away from him together without looking back. 

And that’s that. After a year and a half, we’ve run into each other again, we’ve talked, we’ve caught up and filled in the blanks and now it’s over, he’s gone, and my life will go back to the way it used to be. I have no hope in my mind that I’ll hear from him, and I wonder if it’s for the best that I don’t. He won’t call. The movie night at Jen’s house won’t happen, and maybe we won’t run into each other for a year, two years, maybe more. Or maybe, I think to myself as I trudge through the snow, maybe we’ll never see each other ever again. 

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[machiot]

a kiss to their lips, smiling (doomed yuri :D) — "oh marni, my perfect little hound." lady veyle smiles, father's crown fixed perfectly atop her head. horns uncracked and perfectly intact, fell princess leans forward and presses her lips crudely against marni's own. "you'll keep being my good little knight, won't you…?" formed as a question, there is only one answer to be given. otherwise, death at her father's hands is the girl's fate.

her heart beats— aches at the thought of marni dying by her father's hands. a fragment of defect so deeply imbedded into her that it may not be plucked out.

chaste kisses

It is a privilege and honor of the highest degree to serve Lord Sombron’s daughter. Like an expensive collar placed around her neck, it shows everyone just how favored she is. See, look, she’s one of the chosen ones. She’s special. She’s the favorite.

Marni has her family and Lord Sombron’s favor. If not for the burden of knowledge, she would want for nothing else.

She knows now, though. That even if Lady Veyle squints her rubied eyes at her and purrs, she’s doing little more than going through the motions. She presses her lips to Marni’s, but the action lacks warmth. It’s little more than a means to an end, half reward and half tightening the chain of an attack dog predisposed to acting out. No matter how favored it is, there’s no point in wasting affection on a hound only trained to be as vicious as possible unless you need to make sure it won’t bite you instead.

Well, it’s not like Marni knows what it feels like to be kissed affectionately to begin with.

The perfect little hound rolls over and exposes her stomach even to the snake flaring her hood. Even she has enough discretion to know when to not push her luck. Only well-trained in the best of circumstances, she keeps her mouth tightly shut even when she feels a fanged smile against her lips.

“…Yeah, got it, Lady Veyle,” she says, hands tucked behind her back.

She doesn’t always bother with her title, disrespectfully dropping it as she pleases, but she dutifully says it now. They are not friends, but rather liege lady and knight. Master and dog. Dragon and human. God and mortal. Victim and perpetrator. Or was it perpetrator and victim?

Lonely kid and lonely kid.

“I’ll stay with you,” Marni promises, guilt constricting her neck and making it hard to swallow. “I am one of your knights, after all, Lady Veyle.”

Not the knight she chose herself, but the one assigned to her. Even so, the least she can do is remain by her side after all of the misery she caused. Even if Lady Veyle tightens her collar tight enough that it strangles her, Marni has no right to complain.

[wobbleplazma]

Sebastian's Growing Problem

Chapter One: Just Another Rainy Day

Contains: Tentacle sex, inflation, weight gain.

The wet mud squelched under Sebastian’s boots as he trudged down towards the beach. No one else was outside in Pelican Town, which he wasn’t really surprised about. Sam was most likely working. Alex had probably gone round Haley’s. He only ever saw Emily at the bar anyway. And Abigail... Abigail didn’t exactly care that much to meet with Sebastian recently. He didn't know what was wrong, or if he’d done something to piss her off. But it didn't matter, it wasn't his problem to solve and if she wanted to talk about it then she would. She always did, so what could be so different this time.  

With the rain drumming against the ground, Pelican Town felt eerie, as though something were off. Sebastian couldn’t quite put his finger on just what was wrong. It was raining, it was quiet, there was a slight breeze in the air. All of that just meant that it was finally autumn. Soon the leaves would be dropping off the trees. That hot summer sun would be melting away to make way for cooler, shorter days. Sebastian couldn’t wait. He loved autumn, almost as much as he loved winter. But he couldn’t ride his bike in winter, or at least it was a stupid idea to try.  

As he passed by Pierre’s, Sebastian thought about going in and asking if Abigail wanted to join him. Sometimes it was nice to be able to share the ocean with someone else. Then he thought about all the times Abigail complained whenever he invited her. It was always ‘too wet’, or ‘too cold’ or even that it was ‘too quiet’. It was all the things Sebastian loved about standing down on those docks.  

Maybe it was wet, and maybe it was cold, but both of those were secondary to the peace and quiet the sea brought. All the noise and calamity of Pelican Town was gone. It was just him and the ocean. It was no wonder that Willy enjoyed being this far out from everyone. Or that Elliot had chosen to live down on the beach instead of somewhere a little closer to Leah or Marnie. He guessed the forest was nice, it was still out the way and still quiet; much like the mountains. It was far enough away from the main town that not a lot of sound actually carried up there, but it just wasn’t the same.  

Sebastian continued walking through the town, just thinking about what he’d give to be able to live on the beach forever. He wanted to live somewhere without people, without the chance of being disturbed by his mum, or Maru, or Demetrius. He didn’t want to have to deal with the constant texts from Sam or Abigail just asking where he was or what he was doing. Surely, they knew by now what he was doing. Work. It’s all he was ever doing. He’d started to save up to move somewhere else. He’d thought he’d wanted to go to Zuzu City. He thought he’d wanted the bright lights and the hub-ub of city life. All the people he could meet and places he could go. It wasn’t until his last trip there that he’d realised just how much he didn’t want that anymore.  

Maybe time had changed him. He wasn’t a reckless teenager anymore. At least not the teenager part. The more time Sebastian spent down on the beach, the more he realised that although he didn’t want to live at home anymore, he didn’t want to live somewhere away from the ocean. Living in Pelican Town still meant he had to deal with the same people day in and day out, especially when it came to buying food. It also meant trying to wire up something with stable electricity so he could still freelance. That wasn’t the biggest problem, if he needed electricity that badly then he could always ask Willy or Elliot if they could give him a hand. They were both good company, certainly not his usual crowd, but he had nothing against them.  

The smell of the sea breeze grew stronger the closer Sebastian got to the beach. The strong stench of salt that clung to the wooden docks helped make his brain feel at ease. He kept his head down and kept walking. When he crossed the bridge over the river, he could finally hear the waves over the sound of the rain. They were stronger today, much, much stronger.  

Sebastian didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he was in any danger on the beach. Despite how little beach there was, the tide never came that far in, and certainly never higher than the docks. The worst it had ever been was when it brushed against Elliot’s doorstep. But it didn’t flood, so Elliot stayed exactly where he was.  

Wet sand clung to the sides of his boots as he stepped off the cobbled path. The mixture of the rain and the tide made the sand firm enough to walk on without slipping, but Sebastian knew that if he stood in one place for too long, he’d definitely begin to sink. It was a good thing that he wasn’t planning on standing in the sand then. He looked up at the incoming waves. They broke just a few metres from the tide line, the sudden dip in the seabed stopping anything too large from forming so soon. It would’ve been cool, he thought, if just once a massive wave did come down against the docks. Maybe it would tear up a plant or two. Throw a couple of fish into the open barrels. Maybe it would even break a window on Willy’s house. Not that Sebastian was wishing harm on Willy, he’d never wish such a thing on the only other person who enjoyed the docks as much as he did. But it would be cool.  

He stepped onto the wooden planks of the dock, the sand that was sticking to his boots quickly falling away at the change in surface. Sebastian would still need to hose them off or rinse them in the lake before he stepped back into the house to avoid invoking Robin’s wrath, but that was a later problem. Rain had slicked the planks, making them that bit more difficult to walk on. It wasn’t the end of the world if he did fall in, he’d be wet, cold, and embarrassed, but that was only one more thing than he currently was.  

As he walked down the docks he gazed out at the ocean. It bobbed up and down, a gentle motion considering the ferocity of the small waves it was making. Rain made ringlets against the deep blue water, all combining to make a rippling pattern across the surface. Sometimes Sebastian wondered what that looked like from beneath the waves. Did it look completely different? Or was it the same as from above?  

He stopped at the end of the docks and crouched down over the edge of the water. From the end he could just about see the seaweed that clung to the seabed. If he strained his eyes enough, he could even make out the shells stuck into the sand.  

But as he peered into the water, he noticed something strange. The deep blue water became darker, as though the night itself had fallen upon the ocean.  

‘The fuck?’ Sebastian cursed under his breath.  

He leant further over the edge of the docks and squinted at the darkened water. As he did, something beneath the waves shifted.  

What looked like tendrils twisted and writhed under the water’s surface. At first glance it could’ve just been seaweed, but these were unmistakably different. They were far thicker than any piece of seaweed Sebastian had ever seen, a thickness that only got wider the deeper into the water they were.  

He knew that looking over the edge of the docks could only end badly, but he couldn’t help himself. Something was drawing him in, and it was impossible to look away, even for a split second.  

Sebastian leant over the edge of the docks, dropping to his knees to get even closer to the water. The dampness was secondary to the cold chill of his wet jeans against his skin, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Every physical feeling he had was secondary to the gnawing curiosity of what lay beneath the waves; the hunger that was eating away at every rational thought inside his head.  

The ocean spray misted Sebastian’s face, and he could feel the salt cling to his skin. He was only inches away from the violent waves, all he’d have to do was reach a hand out, and he’d be able to plunge it into the icy sea. From this close to the water, he could see the thick, black tendrils as clear as day.  

There were at least four of them, with more possibly hiding beneath the tangled mass of seaweed that clung to the sandy seabed. Each one of the tendrils writhed beneath the waves, reaching out into the vast nothingness of the sea. They cut through the water, moving as if they were searching for something, but whatever that could’ve been, Sebastian hadn’t the slightest idea.  

One of the tendrils brushed against the wooden support of the docks, and it wrapped itself tentatively up towards the surface of the water. Even from his current vantage point, he could still tell just how slimy the thing was. Its squishy exterior glistened in the light of the sun, and the rain smattering against it only made it shine brighter. 

Sebastian brought his head down level with the wooden supports. He pressed his hands into the damp deck and lowered his body to be level with the edge. He slowly poked his head out from behind the cover the sea wall gave him, and only had a split second before one of the black tendrils raced towards his face.  

Sebastian twisted around and tried to push himself to his feet, but the docks were far too wet beneath his feet, and the algae coated wood gave him no traction. His knees slammed down against the dock hard enough to bruise, and his hands grappled for hold as he steadied himself.  

But it was all meaningless.  

One of the tendrils wrapped itself around his foot and dragged him back towards the edge of the dock while another slid underneath the hem of his hoodie. It’s cold, slimy tip slipped its way under his drenched shirt and began to wrap itself around his waist. Its cold, sticky texture burned his skin where it touched, and he tried to worm his way out of the thing. But every time he moved it merely tightened, and Sebastian felt his heart racing inside his chest. He didn’t want to be tied up, let alone by a fucking sea monster. 

He looked back down at the sea. Through the spray of the salty ocean, he could just make out the fleshy body of the creature; the bulbous, twitching mass writhing beneath the waves. Its tentacles stretched out further around the support post, and the edge of the jetty, as they sought something else to grab. 

His body jerked as the tendril began to drag Sebastian back towards the edge of the dock. His stomach swooped in the sudden change in balance, and he reached out for a handhold, something, anything he could grab, but there was nothing. Even as he dug his nails into the wooden planks of the jetty, his shoulders burned from the force. The sudden jerk snapped a couple of his nails and had his boots slipping against the hardwood. And the slimy appendage around his leg only held tighter, and Sebastian could feel his heart race. He hoped with everything he had that this wasn’t going to be his last mistake. 

The tentacle around his waist continued creeping its way up his stomach and up his back, squishing his way up Sebastian’s neck until it brushed up against the base of his skull. He could feel its clammy skin rest against his hair, all before it started wrapping around his forehead. He gagged at the sensation, unsure whether or not he was going to throw up what little was in his stomach. 

It squeezed around his head just hard enough to cause him to wince in pain, and as he opened his mouth to scream for help, but as soon as he did, a tendril slipped inside, cutting his cries for help completely. He could feel it in his throat, brushing against his uvula as it searched for a hold on something.

‘Mmmrph,’ Sebastian groaned around the tendril as it pushed further into him.  

The slimy muscle groped its way down Sebastian’s throat, slime and thick, claggy goo soaking his tongue. His tongue writhed against the invading tentacle, and his teeth pressed against the chord with no give. No matter how much Sebastian tried to bite down, he couldn’t. It was almost as if his mouth was numb. It just felt like more weight pressing against him. He was completely powerless to stop it from pushing further down his throat.

The tendril curled around his tongue, and Sebastian felt a shiver run through him as slime leaked out the side of his mouth. He felt it brush against the roof of his mouth, and Sebastian could only groan at the feeling. It was nothing like anything he’d ever felt before. The thin, writhing muscle filled him in a way he never knew he could be filled. The sensation sent sparks down his spine, and Sebastian bit back a moan as the tendril pulsed inside of his mouth.  

No, he wasn’t going to enjoy this. Nothing about this was enjoyable, he should be screaming for help, not moaning around a strange tendril.  

But there was something about it that lit a fire inside of him that he’d never felt before. It was animalistic, carnal desire, and Sebastian was weak for it. There was something so satisfying about being used like this that had Sebastian whining as the tendril pulsed in his mouth. It was so intense that Sebastian couldn’t even bring himself to fight as he got dragged a few inches backwards to the water.   

He stopped barely a second before he would’ve disappeared over the edge of the dock. His pale fingers held onto the wooden planks tightly as he dangled over the violent waves just out of reach of the tendrils. The slimy, viscous texture oozed over his skin, wrapping its way around Sebastian’s entire body. He gasped and tried to struggle, but more of the tendrils had come to life and were quickly grabbing more pieces of him. They slid their way underneath his hoodie, his shirt, and even his jeans to try and touch more of him. Goo dripped from one tendril and mingled with his dark hair. Another worked its way underneath the hem of his jeans and past the waistband of his boxers to slide against his dick. A spark of pleasure shot through Sebastian at the contact, and he had to choke back a moan as it tightened around his cock. He could feel it pulse against him, tightening and loosening at irregular intervals. 

The two tendrils on his legs began to pull in opposite directions, slowly spreading Sebastian’s legs until it felt as though he was about to dislocate something. Not that he really thought he would’ve minded. A small, quiet voice inside his head kept telling him that if he just relaxed then all of this would be easier. And perhaps part of him wanted this. Maybe this was what he had yearned for all of his life. All those nights alone and staring out over the ocean wondering what mysteries lay beneath the waters. 

Had he always wanted something like this to happen? 

His trousers were slowly being peeled away from his legs, and despite everything, Sebastian still couldn’t bring himself to struggle. Something was stopping him, nay, demanding that he stay perfectly still as these things took him over. He twisted his head just enough to look out at the sea, his eyes fixed on the Lonely Stone. It brought him a strange sense of comfort, and he relaxed into the tendrils grip.  

Sebastian felt more of them wrap their way around his arms, pinning them together behind his back. He felt them stroke his stomach, pushing his hoodie up out of the way, and squeezing over his belly before starting to press further upwards. Thick and slimy goo dripped against his chest, and he felt something slip across the piercings on his nipples. He could feel the excitement building in his chest, a desperate wanting consuming every part of him. 

Some of the tendrils worked on peeling his wet jeans down his body. The fabric was stiff and cold, slapping against his skin as it was finally peeled off his legs. They were gentle as they rubbed their bodies against his skin. This wasn’t an attack; it didn’t seem like they were trying to hurt him. It was all sensual, his body relaxing into the sensations as they peeled his clothes away. 

Just like his trousers, his boxers were pulled down. The cold ocean air sent a shiver up his spine as it brushed against his skin, but he couldn’t deny the feelings rushing through him. As the tendrils peeled back and around him, they brushed against his hardened cock. 

Something sticky dribbled over him, a tingling sensation that sent his nerves ablaze. He moaned around the tentacle in his mouth and tried to rock his hips backwards. Just one inch closer.  

Was that so much to ask? 

Then he felt something larger, thicker, brush against his bare ass. Whatever it was brushed over his cheeks, its slippery, slime-covered exterior causing his own ass to glisten in the cold sea breeze.  

The thick tentacle pressed up between his cheeks, its tip circling his hole slowly, and for a fleeting moment, Sebastian clenched, and the tendril stilled in its path. The tendril around his waist squeezed gently, almost reassuringly, and Sebastian relaxed. He willed himself to relax as the tentacle pushed inside. The tip was wide enough to stretch him in a way that was deliciously painful. Sebastian hissed through his nose and dropped his head as he tried to deal with the pressure. The tentacle in his mouth pulsed and gripped down on his tongue tightly, causing him to gag a little. More of that thick slime trickled down his throat, coating every part of him in its viscous texture. It was a sensation unlike any other. He hadn’t expected it to feel so good, so right. He hadn’t expected to want more of this inside him. But that’s exactly what he wanted; more of that feeling inside him.

The tendril pulsed inside his ass, sending shudders running through him that had him practically begging for more. And when it finally did begin to move again, Sebastian could only moan around the tentacle in his mouth at the sensation of being filled completely by them. Being stuffed so full of tentacles that he couldn’t even breathe properly.

This was it. Sebastian had gone insane, lost his mind completely because all he could feel was pleasure. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. 

The tendril prodded against the muscles of Sebastian’s ass, before it pushed inside him. Sebastian twitched at the intrusion, and his muscles involuntarily clenched around the cold digit. In turn it pushed just a little further into him, stretching him open in slow, steady thrusts. With every press, Sebastian felt his body become accustomed to the tendril, and as the seconds turned into minutes, it was moving freely inside him.

The thick appendage quickly moved on to explore his insides, pushing him in ways he hadn’t been before, and drawing sharp whines of anticipation from Sebastian. He rocked himself backwards against the tendril, pressing it even further into him. But every inch deeper he went, the fuller he felt, and it wasn’t anywhere near enough. He wanted more, he needed more. It was the same burning, all-consuming want from the deepest depths of his dreams. 

He hadn’t realised just how desperate he was for this until he felt them taking him. His body felt light, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he had never felt more at peace. The rain still pounded down on him, soaking him through to the bone, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

The thick tendril in his ass continued to move back and forth, swirling around inside him and pressing against every sensitive spot imaginable. 

Sebastian groaned when the end of the tendril pressed up against his prostate. A sharp wave of pleasure shot through him, and he swore his eyes rolled back into his head as the tendril slowly rubbed against him. He let out a shaky moan around the tentacle in his mouth. It was too much.

But then it twisted, it felt as though all his nerves had burst into flames, every inch of him suddenly consumed by a fire he didn’t think was possible. His hips bucked against nothing, but that only made things worse, or better depending on how he looked at it. The pressure around his cock tightened until he felt as though he was going to burst.

A warm ball of pleasure built in his gut as the tendril fucked him faster, harder, driving itself inside him in a way that made Sebastian’s head spin. It was incredible how he could feel something this good; how something could drive him this close to the edge so quickly. Sebastian ground himself against the tentacle as it began to assault him with its rough, demanding thrusts. Each push left him gasping, wanting more, moaning around the tendril in his mouth.   

Sebastian gasped and leaned back, finally allowing all control to slip from his fingers. They had such an overwhelming hold on his body that he just couldn’t hold back the feeling, the heat, burning throughout him. Sebastian breathed heavily, inhaling deeply with each thrust of the tendrils. Everything in his body felt like it was on fire, as if there was nothing else in the world but pleasure and desperation.

He could feel every single movement of the tentacle inside him, every slick inch pressing deeper than any toy had ever managed before. He could feel them dragging themselves across every inch of flesh and muscle until Sebastian was certain they would pull something apart if they didn’t stop soon. The thought of them breaking him had Sebastian practically aching for more, but he knew that wouldn’t happen. The creatures seemed to be more careful than that, they knew how to control their strength even when they were using their bodies for pleasure.

 One of the tendrils grabbed a tight hold of his cock, and Sebastian groaned in pleasure. It started off with stroking him slowly, his member throbbing with each gentle drag of the slimy appendage against his flesh, the friction almost too much to bear. He rocked his hips into the sensation, desperate for the growing ball of fire at his core. He didn’t know when the creature had started rubbing him or how long it had been going on for, but he didn’t want it to stop, not yet anyway.

Sebastian was close to cumming, he knew it. Every single nerve in his body was on fire, and every stroke was like an explosion in the back of his head. He whined around the tentacle in his mouth, and in response, he felt it press up against his tongue and swallow down every last noise he made. Slime poured down Sebastian’s throat as he sucked on the appendage greedily. 

His breaths came in short pants and moans, and with every gasp, more slime dripped into his mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as the tentacle stroked him faster, quicker, squeezing tighter, harder. He was so close to orgasm he could almost taste it, and every stroke was bringing him closer to the edge. It felt incredible. It felt perfect. Sebastian was so close that he could almost see the stars in front of him.

The tendril wrapped tighter around Sebastian’s cock, and with one final thrust of their tentacle in his ass, Sebastian was finally pushed over the edge. His whole body shook from the pleasure coursing through him and his orgasm washed over him like a wave crashing against a cliffside. His entire body felt numb as his cock erupted, his cum splattering over the side of the dock and into the waves below.

But even once his body was completely spent, the tendrils didn't stop. They still kept their hold on him, their twisting, wiggling bodies curling in strange places, and sending unfamiliar jolts of pleasure throughout Sebastian. His body twitched and shuddered at their movements. He wasn’t sure just how much more he could take until something broke, but if he was honest, he didn’t want this to stop. 

The tendril in his ass kept sliding across the spot, pressing into his prostate until Sebastian didn’t think his legs would ever be able to carry him again. His head spun. Every nerve inside of him felt raw and broken. The constant waves of pleasure shook his body again and again, each rush stronger and more agonising than the last.  

Then the tendril buried itself as deep as it could before Sebastian felt something thick and cold release into him. He twitched and whined as the viscous substance coated his inner walls, filling him completely until all Sebastian could feel was the pleasant numbness in his lower half. It felt like he was floating on clouds. His whole body was tingling, and his limbs felt like jelly as he sunk into the feeling of complete ecstasy.

Sebastian’s head went blank, and his vision blurred as more and more of the viscous fluid filled him, leaving him fit to burst. He groaned and whimpered as more spurted inside him. His body shook and convulsed as he was filled past capacity. He could feel the tendril press against the muscles of his stomach, pushing out against them from the inside, as if seeking more space to fill. And it did, stretching him to a point that Sebastian was certain that he should’ve been in pain, but there was no pain, just that same feeling of complete ecstasy from before.

It pushed Sebastian right back over the edge of orgasm and he cried out as he spilled himself across the deck of the jetty, before collapsing forwards.  His eyes drooped, and he sank down into the comforting embrace of the sea creatures. Tentacles wrapped around his waist and propped him up as Sebastian’s mind drifted off to sleep. 

***

Sebastian awoke a couple of hours later and blinked blearily out across the water. The waves were calm now, lapping gently against the wooden dock as he laid there with one arm propping himself up. The rain had stopped at some point whilst he was asleep. He glanced around at the dock, trying to figure out what had happened or if someone had seen him, but everything was quiet save for the sound of the waves brushing against the shore and a light breeze blowing through the trees at the top of the beach.

He pushed himself up on shaking arms, trying to steady himself as he looked around. His vision spun as he tried to focus his eyes on the rippling waves. It took a couple of tries to blink everything back into focus, but when he did he realised something. 

There was absolutely nothing different about the beach; not a single thing was out of place.  

And yet...

Sebastian looked down at himself. His usually flat stomach was domed outwards, rounded and ready to burst with whatever those creatures had pumped into him. He gulped as he reached down and ran a hand over his distended stomach. He bit back a moan at the contact, pleasure shooting through his body. He tried to sit up completely, but the sheer fullness of his belly forced him back down onto his elbows. He breathed heavily as he continued to rub his swollen stomach. The feeling of being so full, so... bred, sent shivers running down his spine and goose bumps forming across his skin.

Sebastian closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before forcing himself up into a sitting position. He moved as best as he could in order to pull his jeans up and fasten them over his swollen belly. Even when they were on and buttoned up they still cut uncomfortably into his skin and left little room to move comfortably, but it wasn’t too bad. It certainly wouldn’t be comfortable walking  back home, but it would have to do. He then tugged his shirt and hoodie down over the lump in an attempt to hide it from everyone else. The last thing he needed was anyone asking questions about it.

‘Shit…’ Sebastian cursed under his breath as he gingerly stood back up onto shaking legs, keeping one hand pressed against his stomach to keep him steady as he moved.

He wobbled a little on his first few steps forward, his hips swaying from side to side as he made his way towards the beach entrance. With each step his stomach rubbed uncomfortably against the waistband of his trousers, stretching out the denim just enough that Sebastian was sure it was going to rip open at any second. Sebastian didn’t know what would be worse: having to explain how he got this way or getting caught looking like this by someone else.

When he finally reached the cobblestone path that led into Pelican Town proper, Sebastian stopped and glanced over his shoulder back towards the ocean. He couldn’t see anything, but he knew they were there. He could feel it inside him. That knowledge sent another shiver running down Sebastian’s spine, and he smiled before turning back around and heading home.

[xgoldenlatiasx]

Heroverse- All existing chosens

A list of all the existing chosens that are present in Heroverse currently! list will definitely expand as the lore does cause I'm always adding to it/changing it

Mew- Red

Mewtwo- N/A

Articuno- Red

Zapdos- potentially Leaf

Moltres- potentially Blue

Ho-Oh- Al

Lugia- Soul

Suicune- Lyra

Entei- N/A

Raikou- N/A

Celebi- Ethan

Groudon- potentially May

Kyogre- Arcelia

Latias- Arcelia

Latios- Brendan

Manaphy- N/A

Rayquaza- N/A but hear me out: I'm considering Wally. It'd be a WILD canon diverge and I'd have to fuck around with the Delta Episode a bit but whatever

Deoyxs- N/A

Jirachi- N/A

Regice- N/A

Registeel- N/A

Regirock- N/A

Manapy- N/A

Giratina- FORMERLY Volo and Hana, but none in present. I have a character idea in mind tho

Palkia- Barry, formerly Irida

Dialga- Quartz, formerly Adaman

Darkrai- N/A

Cresselia- N/A

Azelf- N/A

Mesprit- N/A

Uxie- N/A

Shaymin- Formerly Hana, none currently

Arceus- Auberi

Regigas- N/A

Reshiram- Blake, formerly Atticus and Lennox

Zekrom- N, formerly Asher and Larkin

Kyurem- August, formerly Ghetsis and the first king of Unova

Meloetta- Formerly Mavis, and ancestor of N. N/A currently, but considering Ashlynn as a candidate

Victini- N/A, considering Cole as a candidate

Genesect- Royce

Thundurus- N/A

Landurus- N/A

Tornadus- N/A

Enamorus- N/A

Xerneas- Auberi

Yveltal- Blake

Hoopa- N/A

Volcanion- N/A

Diancie- N/A

Zygarde- Shauna

Solgaleo- Al

Lunala- A character I'm still working on, who's Al's sister.

Necrozma- N/A

Magearna- N/A, potentially Lillie?

Tapu Koko- Hau, formerly Hala.

NOTE: I headcanon that Kahunas are essentially the chosens of the Tapus in a way, but they don't experience any of the side affects like powers or divine energy being transferred UNLESS there's a reason for the Tapu to will it. The Tapus are one of the few who are able to control whether this happens or not.

Tapu Lele- Olivia

Tapu Bulu- Nanu

Tapu Fini- Hapu

Marshadow- N/A

Zeraora- Erm. There's a Zeraora from a different universe that Gold's the chosen of, if that counts?

Zacian- Blake

Zamazenta- Hop

Eternatus- N/A

Zarude- N/A

Spectrier- N/A

Glastrier- N/A

Calyrex- Victor

G!Articuno- Bede

G!Moltres- Marnie

G!Zapdos- Hop

Regidraco- N/A

Regieleki- N/A

Koraidon- Florence

Miraidon- Have a character in mind for this, still working on them

Terapagos- Florence

Ogerpon- Florence

NOTE: I'm working on a potential storyline where the Paldea Elite Four become chosens of the Treasures of Ruin. This is subject to change.

Wo-Chien- Hassel

Chien-Pao- Poppy

Ting-Lu- Rika

Chi-Yu- Larry

There's a lot of open spaces that I might fill with side characters someday, but for now this is all I got. There are some extra chosens that count as honorable mentions, though:

Professor G- A scientist that's lost in Ultra Space, who's the chosen of a young Mewtwo she took into her care named Simon.

Lotus- A chosen of a Laerosan Celebi, a variant from my fan region Laeros.

PB- An alternate universe version of Blake who's the chosen of Meloetta in their world. They're not in Heroverse obviously, but I thought I might as well mention them anyway.

Oh also I forgot the other Indigo Mask legendaries but like... Dunno if I'm ever really gonna do anything with 'em.

[elscrolian-academy]

Elscrolian Academy- ESO fan school

The Academy of Draconic Bloodline- despite this title, races and beings of all backgrounds and magical skills- even the magicless, are accepted.

The school has a 100% acceptance rate, however students have to undergo a pilgrimage to be accepted and climb the mountain to the school unassisted (by non applicants).

Escrolian Academy embraces the potential in all their students and teaches them to function in the world with and without the reliance on magic- it is a school that focuses less on power level but rather personal growth and goals. Rather than focusing on outreaching internships like other colleges, they focus on growing within and offer jobs and positions based on legacy companies from former students who graduated in the past.

The Conflict of the School

At Escrolian Academy, there is no playful competition, each dorm has an us against them mentality towards each other and often try to sabotage one another in order for their dorms to succeed. However, this doesn't stop other dorm leaders or members from planting or recruiting spies in other dorms under the pretense of that person being allowed to transfer to the dorm eventually and get special privileges from the heads of the dorms(however this rarely goes as planned as the one things the dorms hate more than a snitch is a traitor). The Dorms all collectively hide the conflicts from the Headmaster as they know that should he find out, that each dorm will be punished and the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders will be replaced, while this may seem like incentive for some to expose the truth to the headmaster, they also know that this will lead to them being hated by their entire dorms for being a traitor and snitch and get their self governing system taken away as the Headmaster has made it clear, “self governance is not a right, it is a privilege” in the school.

The Dorms

Crocomis- the Dorm of Individualism, inspired by the Green Dragon (Peyrite)

Dearil (Head), Euna (Vice)

Glutani- the Dorm of Indulgence, inspired by the Golden Merchant (Clavicus Vile)

Sam (Head), Gayle (Vice)

Gyrafis- the Dorm of Creativity, inspired by the Shimmering King (Sheogorath)

Mortimer (Head), Blythe (Vice)

Salavol- the Dorm of Ambition, inspired by the Red Devil (Mehrunes Dagon)

Marnie (Head), Widow (Vice)

Vyperir- the Dorm of Order, inspired by the Silver Knight (Jyggalag)

Cosmos (Head), Eclipse (Vice)

The MC

On account of all the TES games having pushovers for MC’s that typically enable the Princes, the best MC for this would most likely be the Vestige, which means the only requirement for a Vestige-sona student would be the character would have had to die and then come back. The Vestige doesn't get placed in one dorm but rotates between the dorms every week, they get a personal room in each dorm that is left clean and untouched for them in the dorms, however if the Vestige grows attached to one dorm in particular, they can petition with that dorm leaders approval to stay permanently in that Dorm. Vestiges are popular in the dorms as they are fairly rare and are known to boost the Dorm's reputation and GPA if the dorm is chosen as when Vestiges in the past had chosen a specific dorm, that Dorm managed to surpass others in performance and popularity.