#sure i can swirl if there is a fire source but if there isn't...

[starburstgalexies]

Repetitive thoughts when playing on lore-accurate-Lumine-only account:

wow both twins are hot. no wonder they get so much ass holy shit.

i wish natlan was out i wish natlan was out i wiSH NATLAN WAS OUT I WISH-

[kinky-asexual]

Ended up writing a little over 1000 words from a little side au @reagi-df and I have been working on together. Out of context dream sequence where F!Leo, who doesn't have his memories, dreams of the doomed timeline.

Under the read more bc it got so long holy shit 😅 Anyway, enjoy! <3333 I know I did!

Hot.

The air burns his lungs as he runs, panting heavily with pain jolting through his body with every step. He looks down at something in his hand. Its blurry, a mishmash of colors, the most prominent being red, purple, orange, yellow, silver, and blue. They swirl together, mocking him in his confusion.

An explosion. The heat gets worse for a moment and his eyes flash up around him. The sky is burning. Some kind of machine, one that flys through the air, catches fire, plummeting to the ground a short distance away as people scream and flee from something that's shooting at them.

The source is unimaginable. Giant, metal beasts, eyes ablaze with a horrifying red glow. One rises to its feet, its eye glowing bright hot before some kind of beam shoots out frrom it, causing another exposion. And even if its far, the shockwave washes over him followed by more unbearable heat. It burns his skin. It burns his eyes. He's burning. He's drowning.

There's something chasing him, something he knows if it catches him, death would be a mercy.

Another stab of pain has him wincing, his hand instantly reaching down to his side along with his eyes to quickly follow. Blood. His blood. Leaking out of him at a pace that's hard to fathom. Its why his head pounds, why his vision swims.

"I got you Sensei!" a voice says, his vision shifts sideways and more red comes into his vision, stripes of color going over the person's eyes. "Stay with me-"*

He wants to ask what happened, wants to ask who they are, why are they helping him?

But he can't hear what he says. He can hear he uses his voice but he doesn't understand the words.

The red stripes move and the persons masks shifts up revealing a kid. A child. Why is a child here of all places?

The kid says something else but he still can't hear. The explosions around them making his ears ring painfully. He wants to stop. His body begs him to stop. But he knows if he stops its over. The beasts that nip at their heels will make sure of it. But he can't take it. His knees give out and he drops, dragging the kid to the ground with him. The growling at his back grows louder and he braces, ready for more pain.

But then warmth.

Not heat like everything else. This is warmth. Like the sun he hadn't felt in so long.

Golden chains encircle them, protecting them from the horrible beasts at their backs. He turns over, his heart leaping into his throat as someone, another turtle suddenly appears, burning away the evil that had been chasing them with his massive holy light. And relief fills his body. Until the pain reminds him of his position.

The kid helps him down to the ground fully, helping him lean against some of the rubble in the shadow of the ruined statue they're sheltering under. The turtle, floats over, concern written into his aged features. And looking at this other turtle hurts, seeing his age, and the world burning around him.~This isn't how it was supposed to be...

"Help him Michaelangelo , he's hurt bad. " the kid pleads, emotion bleeding into his voice. And speaking of bleeding. He looks down at the hand he's got clamped over his side. Cold and metalic and as he pulls it back, covered in blood. The crack in his plastron, more like a hole, a puncture wound of some kind. But without the prerssure he had placed onto it, the blood seeps from the crack again. He clamps his hand back against it, sucking in breath through his teeth. It hurts.

But looking out to the landscape around him. Torn apart and blazing. Those metal beasts are everywhere, burning the land they stand on, killing everything in their wake. And flying above them all....the destroyer. A star in the center of the sky that these beasts worship and it commands are absolute.

The end of the world

His mind reels. He doesn't understand. He's saying things he can't hear, and the two others look at him with different expressions. one confused, the other determined. The turtle nods. "It'll take everything I have." and with that he floats away. And for some reason, he feels like he'll never see him again.

He starts speaking to the kid, watches the emotions flicker over his face, how heart broken he seems while golden light burns a few paces away from them. He gives him something, drawn crudly on the back is a blurry picture he can't recognize. But then his hand is on the kid's shoulder, and the kid looks like he's about to cry.

"I don't wanna lose you..." The kid practically whispers.

And this time he can actually hear his own words.

"Casey...its not about me-"

He's cut off by Red.

Coating them, drowning them in its light.

Looking up, his heart stops as the beast stares down at them. And then more rise up from behind them.

He looks to the turtle. He calls to him but can't hear his name. The turtle doesn't respond, too prreoccupied with what he's doing. Ripping the air in half. With a final push of effort, the turtle succeeds, sending a wink and reassuring smile back at the pair before his body bursts into brillaint rays and flakes of golden light. Leaving a bright, gloden circle floating in the space he once stood.

It hurts.

It hurts so fucking bad.

He can't breathe. He can't think.

He doesn't have time to think.

There's more of those beasts encircling them.

And he knows he's dying. He's already lost too much blood.

But there's a kid with him. And whatever lies beyond that portal is better than this hell.

He grabs his shoulder, throwing him roughly toward the portal, sending him through alone.

And it hurts.

And then the beasts are upon him. They leap at him and he blocks, using his large prosthetic as a makeshift shield. Another tries to flank him but his sword slices through its jaw. They're coming for him. The wolves circling their injured prey.

And he's terified. He can't keep this up. They'll rip him apart. Piece by piece. Tear into his flesh and soul. Just like before.

He glances up for a second, just as he feels one of the larger metal beasts step closer.

He doesn't get the chance to take a breath.

Its just heat.

Its just red.

[telleroftime]

This is me projecting but...

Yknow how lightning storms can happen with volcanic activity? Well, imagine a reader who's terrified of storms, just the clap of thunder makes them slip into panic, it paralyzes them, living in the castle when one of the Koopa Kingdom's regular storms hit.

Just how would Bowser react to that?

This was perfect timing because I actually started answering this during a thunderstorm where there was lightning every other second (not at all what I'm used to). Probably would have gotten this out sooner if I wasn't writing on data at the time.

Anyways! Angst my beloved -

Bowser isn't one to fear things. He never has been. He's always the source of the fear. From scaring people just to get his way, to moments when fear was truthfully not his intention, he knows he's frightening. It's why he was so enamoured by you. You were never really afraid of him. Sure, you had flinched away occasionally, but anyone startled would do so. You weren't afraid of him.

You were also not afraid of his kingdom and you voiced just that. The Koopa Kingdom? Beautiful? Bowser was certain he misheard you when you said it the first time. And the second time. But you meant every word you said and that had his tail wagging for days.

Naturally, you were cautious around fire. Even more so around the lava rivers that replaced where water would normally flow. However, you adapted to his kingdom. You adapted to the Darklands. It was like a second home to you and it made a warmth spread within Bowser's chest every time he thought of it.

So, when a thunderstorm rolls in, something that Bowser is very used to with how 'hostile' of an environment his land offers, he doesn't so much as bat an eye.

You, on the other hand, are handling it so much worse.

You had been planning on getting some work done when the sky turned dark a lot sooner than what you knew of the day-night cycle. It wasn't supposed to be night for a couple of hours still, and yet you were forced to turn on the magic lamps just to see what was in the room. This was certainly new, and checking your watch made no light of what was going on.

You only realised what was happing a moment too late when the sudden pitter-patter of afternoon rain turned to a downpour. It was a sudden whiplash, and the flash of light coming in from the window did little for your already rushing mind.

The thunder that hit next was all too deafening.

It hadn't taken long for your hands to start trembling and your blood ran cold long before the following flashes. The adrenaline followed quick and it set thick within your veins as you rushed out and away from the study.

You had no goal, walking aimlessly through the castle. Your eyes were watery, your vision hazy. Each crash of thunder felt all the more amplified by the wide hallways and corridors.

You never fully register the castle staff looking at you in worry, a few rushing to fetch the king, the rest getting out of your way.

When Bowser does find you he's all but panting. He was told that something was wrong with you and he dropped everything to rush in search of you. You have this twisted sort of smile you're putting up for him - the forced sort to try and ease his worry and achieving the opposite.

You see him talk but you don't quite hear anything. If you had it your way you would force your eyes shut and forget about the storm raging outside. Everything you've seen of thunderstorms - every warning about them in swirling in your mind like the rain pouring outside.

It only takes you flinching at the sound of thunder to let Bowser know what the issue is.

He's not the best at comforting people. He knows that. You know that. He's also never seen you like this. He knows the expression from other people - that fear-stained look that will definitely haunt him in the future. He doesn't know what to do.

Though it's not like he needs to know when you walk up to him and into his embrace. He can feel you quaking against his chest. He can feel your hands shake against his scales.

He would have long since barked orders at the staff staring at you if he wasn't for the fact he wasn't sure whether his booming voice would make it better or worse.

You barely register him picking you up and pulling you into him. You feel his hand cup the side of your face, pulling you that little bit closer. That's when the next snap of thunder is muffled. It's quieter. Between hearing Bowser's heartbeat with one ear against his chest, the other pressed to his hand, and your own shaky breaths, the sound of the storm is quieter.

If only by a little bit.

Bowser gives you time to cry. He hates to see you like this. If he could, he would have ordered the storm to be locked up in the dungeons. Of course, he's smarter than that.

It doesn't stop him from grumbling at it.

He's never hated the thunderstorms as much as he does now.

When you do eventually calm down, almost parallel to the storm's own quieting, Bowser will make sure you have fully calmed down.

Naturally, he wouldn't trust your own judgement. If you say that you are okay he will not believe it. He will not allow you out of his sight until a day after the storm. He'd nuzzle into you, huff and puff to get your expression to lighten. Anything to hear you laugh and that much more to ease the marks of worry from your face.

He'd disregard his duties if he had to, and he'd spend hours simply covering your ears and sheltering you from the thunderstorm.

Bonus headacanon:

I feel like Bowser wouldn't be that good at comforting, but he's be exceptional at distracting. He'd take you to the deepest part of the castle where the noise of thunder barely reaches and sit you there. He'd drag his piano if he had to. He'd sing for you. He'd play for you. He'd do anything to keep your mind from the storm.

And a final little tidbit because I love science and this counts as science:

Lightning near volcanoes tends to happen exclusively during eruptions, at least that's the most common form of it. With the Darklands being covered and - well - dark, I like to interpret that as pillars of eruption clouds layered over the sky. With the geography being how it is, lava rivers constantly in a molten state, I don't doubt the Koopa Kingdom experiences multiple eruptions a day. I love interpreting the thunderstorms coming from a collection of volcanoes errupting, sending waves of static-filled clouds in the form of potent thunderstorms.

(Also, fantasy aside, a fun fact about eruptions is that right before they happen - as volcanoes release moisture and ash into the air - there's a chance of mud rain which I love to assume is the Koopa Kingdom's version of hail. Well, that's not to say they wouldn't experience hailstorms, because they would. Those happen too.)

Apologies for the very messy answer to the ask. I know full well I changed tenses a few times within this post. I'm too tired to edit this at the moment and I don't want to reread it. I will later, maybe.

[opportunity-strikes]

Adventure Poll!

Previous Poll

Though plagued with many questions about today, what nags at your mind most is the person you left behind. In the strangeness of the fae realm you hadn't really noticed too much about them; thoughts and details had been slippery. Now though, thinking back, your memories solidify. Long, lithe limbs covered in pale birch-like bark, bright amber eyes with no irises. You remember a laurel of branches crowning their head, and hair like willow vines. You can't say you know much about denizens of fey realms... but maybe they were some kind of dryad?

You glance down at your wrist, remembering their crushing strength. The bruise left behind by their long fingers is darkening into an odd shape. You squint in the flickering light, and move over to the fireside for a better look. Mottled purple and brownish-yellows are blooming on your skin, but buried beneath them is something else. Your brow furrows as you twist your arm around. There's something like... a tattoo? It looks like a thorny vine wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet.

More questions spring to mind. You remember the emphasis of their words, how carefully they held your gaze when they grabbed your wrist. Who were they? What had they put on your wrist? Unbidden the image of them standing in front of the threshold peeking over their shoulder at you comes to mind. You're sure they had been smiling. You didn't see their mouth, but you can feel it in your bones somehow.

As your thoughts swirl around this topic, you suddenly notice that little heartbeat in your mind has... changed? There's no way for you to know how you know this, but it feels as though that tiny presence has... lifted its head to look at you? You have the distinct impression of being watched, but the sense isn't sinister. It feels more like someone heard a familiar name from across the room and is searching for the speaker. Upon this realization the feeling changes to something else: a beckoning.

[refriedrambles]

There's so much and it's so tangled and it's needlessly fucked up. The cannibalism is baked so deeply into the world building it can't be removed.

And the story itself, water = drowning = death & blood. Yet it doesn't start with water. It starts with fire. With the village burning, but drowning in blood is the heart of that scene and that ties drowning and cannibalism together throughout the story. And why is the start in particular so fucking intense? It levels out after that for a good chunk and yeah most of the story is painted in blood, and it does ramp back up to that level at some point, but I don't know man.

Maliph isn't afraid of fire. Maliph is terrified of drowning. But I think the burning village fits more than a down pour. The Blood Witch may be unable to use magic, but she's viewed as a natural disaster. Unknowably ancient and leaving a trail of corpses in her wake. She's the source of his fear and it's deep. She killed his mother and yet Maliph doesn't remember anything before Korokay arrived at his village. When he tries to think of his real mom it's her face that appears instead. Either holding the mutilated corpse of what he's pretty sure is his mother or whispering in his ear things he couldn't hear over the fear or prancing through the forest stained in blood singing about the birth of heroes.

In a way she made him. She forced her prophecy into reality after countless failed attempts. But not really. Yes, the witch is dead, but he didn't slay her. She simply turned to dust in his hands, her body finally giving out. His knife was left without a speck of red.

It wasn't an experience he wanted to live through again. He was a knight commander and a great sage, a force to be reckoned with. Yet when he was faced with her once more he was just as helpless as when he was a child. His weapons and spells drew blood, but she continued to move like they were nothing. And when she was upon him he simply froze.

The dust covered him, coated his mouth, some of it swirled in the wind and scattered away. A sickeningly familiar taste of iron was left in his throat. A non-existent hand pressed his mouth shut. He coughed and sputtered, the dust formed a cloud as it spilled out. Clumps of muddy spit splattered the ground.

I got distracted. But yeah dark fantasy. Water might = Drowning, but Drowning only = Blood & Death. There's something behind this and I couldn't tell you what it is yet. Disempowerment maybe. It's definitely a show of dominance whenever it happens. Here it's not necessarily intentional on Korokay's part she was just going to kill him this time, but she was the first one to drown him in any sort of way and definitely the most fucked case of doing so cause she fully intended him to live. She was making him eat. It's kinda fitting it's her first and last scene with him. A sign she'll always haunt him. He ate her, like he ate his mother. This isn't the world building I was referring to though.

Mailph is drowning when he "reborn". He goes from bleeding out on the palace floors to sputtering to being held under by someone impossibly big. And it's not a rebirth it's a death. Maliph died. The body he woke up in was a corpse. And he nearly tears it apart blasting the man off of him. His first memory was Korokay drowning him. Her first memory was a man he never got to see drowning her.

I don't know what it means. I don't know what it means when Colere forces her under the surface of the river Styx out of curiosity and learns that she can breathe in it, leaving her only with the sensation of drowning with none of the danger aside from the many hands trying to pull her further down either.

[pinkachire]

Sinister Motives

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kenma x fem!reader

synopsis: a slew of hidden sinister motives from the innocent secretary y/n for her one and only boss kenma, knowing that playing with fire isn’t such a bad thing, right? until he eventually found out and it turrned into pleasure and ecstasy all night long.

cw: +18 nsfw mdni pls! teasing. provoking kenma. spitting in the mouth with wine. begging. reader fucked in front of the glass window on the 50 stories building. praise. degradation. mentions of use your words and stuff idk.

a/n: this is a scene from my book!!!

╰┈➤ ❝ [sinister motives.]

Third Person POV

You knocked into Kenma's room before you opened the door.

"Excuse me, sir Kozume?" He was standing near the big glass window, he turned his head and motioned you to come to sit on the couch.

You took a look at his room, even his own room in a hotel is clean, everything was organized, only the room was dim and only the city lights was the only source of light in the room, it smelled grape fruit-like in his room, while you were looking he offered you a glass of wine.

"Anything bothering you?" He asked in a raspy voice as you shook your head in denial.

"I'm fine, thank you for the wine." You said as you took a sip while he also poured the wine in his glass.

"About the—" You were cut off as you noticed that he was staring deeply at you while he was leaning back at the couch with his arms crossed.

"Umm." You gulped as you got intimidated, but then you noticed that Kenma was surely planning something.

You laughed it off and shook your head as you moved forward to pour more wine into your glass, you lifted the bottle up, you could feel Kenma's stare following your every move, it was apparent that both of you understood what was going on despite the tension and heavy air.

"Something funny? Ms. L/n?" Kenma asked you with a raised brow as he noticed you chuckling.

"Oh please, still on last name basis?" You teased as you leaned back, crossed your legs, and swirls the glass of wine.

"You never do fail to impress me."

"Mhm, it's quite funny why'd you invite me here, aren't I receiving my reward, sir?"

You were teasing him, and he knew it, even if you were both ready to press each other's button, and neither of you had any idea what was going on in your heads, who knows.

"Promotion reward, by the way." You added as his eyes darkened, irked by your teasing.

"You can get another reward from me though." He teased you back, his hands moving slowly around the glass, indicating that you should pay attention to how his slender fingers glided around it.

"Mind if I test it out, sir?"

"Oh? A slew of sinister motives from a woman who stands for terms such as dignity." He mocked with a smirk plastered on his lips and darkened eyes.

"Yet who knew, that the oh-so-known ideal perfect CEO will succumb to my nefarious schemes?" With a smug grin, I mocked back as I took a sip from my wine glass.

"You're playing with fire, secretary."

"Well, isn't it a shame that I'll let myself miss the chance?" You teased as the tension between you grew.

"Prove it to me then, darling." Kenma slyly said as he stood up from the couch, he went to you and lifted your chin.

While he was gripping your chin, he had a devious grin on his face, ready to take what's rightfully his, his eyes blatantly displaying a dark desire, a hunger to devour, and you fell for his trap, the oh-so-known ideal perfect CEO that you just said just a second before.

"You'll better prepare yourself, you've angered me enough for me to even hold myself back." He said as he caressed your cheeks, his tone suddenly dropped that sent you chills.

He held your jaw and forced your mouth open, causing you to widen your eyes to what he's doing; he drank the wine while still holding your jaw; and then he spat it on your mouth, causing you to gladly accept the wine from his mouth.

"Brace yourself."

He then leaned in to kiss you as you returned it not wanting to miss a single chance. A kiss that felt passionate and genuine, as you fought the urge to just grab the back of his head and make the kiss deep and much long.

Continue to move your lips gently, but Kenma was different; it was more desperate, and the feeling of hunger was just felt within the kiss. As Kenma noticed it, your breath ran out, and you both came to a halt as you desperately gasped for air and caught your breath, while he did the same.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful."

He whispered in your ear as it made you shiver and sensitive. He kissed the side of your jaw, a purplish mark appeared on them as he went down to your neck, a moan escape in your throat as you tried to cover your mouth, only for Kenma to grab your wrist and pin you to the nearest wall, pinning your hands above your head.

"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear every pretty noise you make." He said in a low raspy voice as he continues to suck your skin.

He lifted you and laid you on the bed, stroking the back of your head. A sensation was felt, a sense of desperation and a desire for more. He began kissing you and making you feel good in any way he could.

"Can I?" He asked before taking your shirt off, you nodded as you consented and he wasted no time lifting it and taking it off but your panty. Taking off the strap, he pulled it as he admired your naked body, he then continued to kiss you, taking his time to fulfill his desires, your desires.

He was kissing your neck and then to your chest while caressing your thighs in a delicate but firm manner. He then put another kiss on your lips, while you moaned in response, and you rubbed your thighs together for friction but Kenma notices it instantly, he held your other thigh and opens them roughly, you gasped at his rough action but he only continues more.

He was kissing your breast up to your stomach until it reached your thighs, he crouched down to lift and spread your legs wide open, only for him to see and put on a show, he was putting dark purple kiss marks into your thighs, like really owning you as his, every touch he made, every kiss he marked has a big effect on you.

He lifted your legs as he rubbed your clothed pussy, a wet spot immediately occurred as you whimpered under his control, he smirked at your reaction. "So wet for me already." He even rubbed quickly as he kissed your breast and rubbed your nipples, you were biting and covering your lips, stopping you from making any lewd sounds from the sensation as he raised his brows and looked at you.

"Didn't I say to not cover your fucking mouth?" The sudden drop in his voice sent you chills, your heart began to rapidly beat, you didn't know if it's because of fear or arousal, but you know that Kenma will devour you in this night as his prey.

"Cover your mouth once again or I'll tie those filthy hands of yours." He said in a low voice, you immediately responded, not wanting to anger him more, you gasped at his actions since a while ago, you didn't expect a new side of Kenma like this, after all these years, especially in high school, you didn't know that he has this side of him that he's been hiding, not that you're complaining, but you secretly loved this side of him more.

After rubbing your wet pussy, he removed your panty and tossed it somewhere, slowly, he inserted his one finger into your entrance, you whimpered as he thrusted his middle finger into you.

"Is it your first time?" His tone suddenly went to stern and soft at an instant, he looked at you as he was brushing your hair gently, while still rubbing you. You nodded as he smiled at you and kissed you on the cheeks.

"Don't worry I'll be gentle." He whispered as he kissed you in the lips as he inserted another finger, in this moment, his pace got slowly but deep.

He used his thumb to rub your clit while his two fingers were inside, thrusting into you. "F-fuck." You cursed under your breath as he even got more riled up just by using his fingers.  You felt a knot on your stomach as you felt that your close, you moaned loudly as you came in his fingers, he smirked at your state, your eyes rolled up while you had a lewd face in you, Kenma loved this sight and side of you.

"Already came just by using my fingers, that's my good girl." He deeply chuckled as he lifted his fingers and brought them to his mouth, he licked his fingers, tasting your juices while his lustful gaze was on you.

He then went to grab your chin and put his fingers into your mouth, you licked his fingers as juices and saliva went drooling down your mouth, you were a mess and all, and Kenma loved it.

He positioned himself at your entrance, but he had an idea in his head that made him much more superior to everyone else. He bent down to kiss your forehead and lips, and as he did so, he hooked your legs into his arms, leaving your legs wide open for him and him alone.

Before entering his cock to you, he rubbed his tip into your entrance, you were desperately whimpering and moaning for him, you pushed your hips into him for more but he held and stopped you.

"My baby is so desperate." He chuckled in a provoking tone. "Do you want it so bad?"

You nodded your head frantically as your eyes screamed for please and desperate begging.

"Use your words." He said as his face went serious, he leaned and went closer to your face as he was clearly humiliating you.

"Y-yes! I want i-it so bad!" You forced yourself to say it despite your embarrassment, swallowing your dignity and pride as Kenma watches you, he liked your state, he loved the fact that you were completely at his mercy.

"Beg more." He said as he was rubbing his tip into your entrance while he was also rubbing your clit with his thumb, his actions right now took a big effect on you, you felt so hasty, and your sight was blurry as tears began to form into your eyes from the words and action from Kenma.

"P-please...! F...fuck me already." You moaned as he finally smirked and inserted his cock into your pussy; his pace was slow at first, plainly gentle after all the humiliation he had inflicted on you.

His thrust was slow but heavy and deep, he was admiring this view, he wants you, even more, his thrust showed that he will completely take all of you, not even a crumb left, he will own you, take you as his prey.

And completely break under his mercy.

"You." He breathed as he pulled his dick out. "Fucking." He inserted it again as he spoke another word. "Love this." He pulled out. "Don't you?" He thrust deep and hard as your eyes formed tears and you were already crying from pain and pleasure.

His thrust is from slow to feral, and he was slamming into you so hard that you were afraid you'd break. He thrust deeper into you as he raised your leg onto his shoulder; his movement was unexpected, and you were taken aback; it hurt, and you were cramping.

You were shouting, wailing, and moaning from the sensation, your face was in a lewd expression, your eyes were rolling up, your mouth was drooling, and you couldn't say anything except incoherent noises and words.

"Answer me, slut." He said as he put his hand into your neck and gripped it, while you gasped from shock.

"I- l..love it! I do...!" You cried with ecstasy as he continued to grip your neck; he pushed his head back and groaned as well; the room was filled with filthy noises and heavy breaths, the dimly lighted space illuminating both of you.

You felt like crying, your eyes were swollen and red, your throat was sore from the screaming and moaning, Kenma notices you as his pace went slow, he pulled out as he noticed your state.

"Does it hurt, baby?" He caresses your cheeks with his hands and kissed your forehead passionately. "Do you want to stop for a while?"

You bit your lip as you shook your head and he smirked at your reaction. "It's fine." He kissed you deeply.

"Y-you can continue..." You whispered as he raised his brows and you noticed a devious expression from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed as he only continues kissing you.

"Y-you..." You bit your lower lip as he pretended not to hear you; his intention was clear; he wanted you to speak those obscene and lustful things from your filthy lips; he wanted you to be vulnerable just for him and show him everything, including this part of yourself.

"Oh darling, you look so pathetic yet pretty." He slyly said as you pouted and your eyes formed tears again.

He suddenly lifted you in a bridal style off to bed, you didn't know what he was doing, so you just went with it. He then puts you down, but you noticed that it was beside the large window glass that shows the city night view in Chicago.

You widened your eyes as you returned your gaze to Kenma, who was wearing a smirk, a raised brow, and was staring intently at you while his arms were crossed, he was leaning against the glass, his head was tilted, his hair was a mess, as was yours, hair strands falling in his face that filled with dark secrets and a desire for more.

"Face the window." You flinched at his sudden strict request. You obediently followed his order as he smirked at you, oh how you were so obedient and follow everything he says.

You were facing the window as he went behind you, you widened your eyes from what he was doing, you knew what he was doing.

He's going to fuck you in front of the huge glass window.

"Ass up." He sternly said as you immediately did what he said. You lifted your ass up, he had a perfect view of it, you suddenly felt a spank on your ass, you screamed but covered your mouth and closed your eyes as tears fell.

"What did I say about covering your mouth, hm?" He spoke as he hit your ass harder, you felt that your skin was red now, he loved the sight of it even more. You immediately removed your hand from your mouth and placed both of your hands at the glass window.

He then held your hips as he slowly went inside you, you moaned and your hips shook uncontrollably as you felt how big again he was, you were already tiptoeing at this point and your legs felt like giving up, your knees were shaking as the only thing that you were seeing was the night view at the window that is now foggy.

"Who knows if this glass is tinted?" He chuckled as he thrust into you deeper. "You got a show to begin, baby." You widened your eyes from it as the whole dignity left your body, you were exposed, but not for them, but for Kenma.

"P-please, I-I can't... Ah--! F-fuck, I-" You was stuttering between your moans, your mouth only filled with moans and more than you could think of, you looked at the window and you can see Kenma's reflection from behind, he was looking at you, a predator look from him, his eyes screamed no mercy and dark lustful desires.

"Oh?" He pulled your hair as you leaned back a bit. "Put on a show for them, show them who you belong to, show them that you're my good girl." He whispered raspily and deeply.

He thrusted quickly into you, he was slamming heavily and deep as you felt nothing but his cock inside you, you were clenching every second and hugging his dick inside you, you can't count how many times you came at this point.

"Fuck, I'm also close." He whispered under his breath as he went quickly once again, he was ramming into you like there was no tomorrow, and there, you felt another knot in your stomach, not even a second you already came, and Kenma also did the same.

You were breathing heavily as you tried to stand straight and walk, but you failed and your legs wobbled, luckily Kenma caught you in his arms and he chuckled at you. He lifted you and brought you to the bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you nodded your head, he got up and brought you a glass of water. You drank as he smiled and laid beside you.

"You almost broke me." You spat as he only laughed and hugged you.

"Sorry if I went too much, I couldn't hold back."

"You even said you'll be gentle." You jokingly said as you went to face him.

You were looking at the ceiling when suddenly deep thoughts flooded your head; you hadn't expected any of this to happen, but you were pleased it did; aside from being surprised, you felt joyful; oh how you wished time would slow down.

In an instant, you quickly fell asleep in Kenma's chest, he noticed it and looked at you, he put your hair behind your ears as he admired your face.

I don't regret a single thing in these 7 years.

He thought as he kissed your forehead, his other hand was behind his head and the other was hugging you while you were sleeping in his chest, he was staring at the ceiling while his thoughts brought him deeply.

"You're really my desire."

read full story on wattpad and ao3 here (if the link doesn’t work just search kiwitoooth)

this scene is from my fanfic book! descried desire ➵  kenma kozume

story is completed

<3

[demons-fanatic]

Rosaria: Our Lady, Holy Mother

So, I've been replaying Dark Souls 3 and during so, I've honestly been realizing way more about some characters and really indulging in them. One of them is Rosaria, Mother of Rebirth.

Warning: Spoilers for Dark Souls 3 for the ENTIRE post below!

In Dark Souls 3, there's a particularly interesting character named Rosaria. She leads a covenant called "Rosaria's Fingers" which are directly opposed to the Way of Blue and Blades of the Darkmoon. Which leads us to our first major point; Who is Rosaria and why does she hate the Gods?

At first glance at her character, Rosaria is really dark. As in literally dark, her black clothes, black hair... etc. Opposed to the Gods who are usually represented by White or Divine Colors(See Gwyn's Family) and I'm not sure if it's really intentional but it is something that is obvious. Next, what exactly does Rosaria represent or what is her place in the Dark Souls world? For this, we must look at a Japanese Myth.

The Story of Izanami(伊弉冉尊) and Izanagi(イザナギ) is the basic creation Myth for Japan. They were both the first Man and Woman, they created the first land. They did so with a Spear that was gifted to them and then created the Great Sea. They birthed two children, Hiruko(蛭子) and Awashima(粟島), Hiruko in particular meaning "Leech Child". After giving birth to Kaga-tsuchi(火之迦具土, Literally "Shrine of Flame"), Izanami dies and is sent to the Underworld, becoming the Goddess of Death. Izanagi comes to look for her and while going there, Izanami tells Izanagi not to look at her. However, he does anyways revealing the Underworld has permanently obstructed her form. This terrified Izanagi and he left her in the Underworld. After this, Izanami proclaimed she would kill one thousand people a day but Izanagi said he would father a thousand and five hundred more a day. They were officially divorced in this event.

As we can tell, there are a lot of interesting things we can gather once we connect Izanami to Rosaria. And you might be asking... can we even do that? Well, yes. Rosaria is connected to divinity in some way. Only large people are seen to be deific and once we get Rosaria's Soul(I'll get to that later) we can acquire Gwynevere's Miracles meaning even if she wasn't a god, she was heavily connected to the Gods in such a way she knew and or used these Miracles. It is also worth mentioning that Leonhard calls her a Goddess, but that could be due to his adoration. The other connection is that in some way, Rosaria was betrayed by the Gods so badly she now garners followers in the hopes they will kill members of Royal Covenants and steal something taken from her, tongues. Another connection is Hiruko and the Slug in Rosaria's lap, Hiruko was considered inadequate as a Child and deformed, as you can tell the creature that lays on Rosaria is definitely a deformed creature, similar to the Man Grubs, possibly her Child as it is the biggest(this has no evidence what-so-ever). The last connection is also something pretty interesting; The Deep and the concept of "Kegare(穢れ)".

This leads into a lot, so be wary of this part if you want to read it. So, in Shintoism, water is a very important part of the entire thing. Along with this is the concept of purity through flowing water or "Harae(祓)". Flowing things, especially water, is clear and clean unlike still water which collects grime and impurities. Of course, you want to be clean, right? Well, this is the concept. Flow is good, stagnation is bad. While we are stagnant, whether spiritually or physically, we collect impurities and do not really do anything. You may ask... How does this relate to Rosaria, specifically the connection of her and Izanami? Well, let's look at the place she's at. I don't even mean her room but the entire location. The Cathedral of the Deep is full of Kegare, absolutely full of it. All of the water is disgusting and muddy and mucky, poison comes out of the faucets and the foundation of the Cathedral is sinking. The entirety of the Deep is also just Kegare, but I plan on making a post just on that. So, yes, Rosaria is surrounded by Kegare and so was Izanami. The Underworld filled her with impurities and deformed her entire body. Rosaria seems to be very dirty herself, in her hair is slime and she lacks a tongue, which was stolen from her. Both Women are considered deformed and dirty and are surrounded by stagnation. Rosaria herself does not move and only sits in her Chamber, same with Izanami only staying in the Underworld, stagnating, in a way. Now, this is not extremely high evidence but it is an interesting connection that could explain Rosaria's role and some of her inspiration.

Next is another connection but this time it's in the Universe. This one is quite obvious if you've played Dark Souls 1 and this is Rosaria and Anastacia. Both scenarios play out very similarly. Their Souls are stolen by Men who bring their Souls to Anor Londo but for different reasons. Lautrec's is actually never stated and thusly is unrelated. But Leonhard's is because he wishes for no one else to have her. Claiming that you and most likely everyone else will just steal it too. Why they have similar plotlines, I have no idea and it doesn't really make sense. Though, it is possible that Rosaria is a Firekeeper of some sort as she can Respec(reset skill points) the Player Character and the only other Character's in the series who can do that are Firekeepers. However, her Soul doesn't look like a Firekeeper's(reference below)

(Rosariaiis's Soul)

(Fire Keeper Soul)

Admittedly, it does look like a bit of Humanity is swirling in her Soul, compared to others but, who knows. She probably is a Firekeeper but we'll probably never get an answer on that. And by the end, Anastasia does have her tongue back but for some reason Rosaria does not and it is absolutely not clear why this is the case.

Next, let's talk about the bit of lore she does have. It's said that her tongue was stolen from her First Born and that could be a lot of people. First off, it does imply more Children and that does fit with something later. So, who is this first Child? Well, most signs point to Aldrich, whose Bodily slime is actually near the doors of Rosaria's Chamber, this proves not a lot but given the fact Aldrich is a cannibal, he definitely did something to her whether or not it be he stole her tongue. But of course, why wouldn't he eat all of her? It's kind of confusing and this part of the lore is extremely lackluster and even if you think about it you can't get anywhere.

Next, let's talk about her Covenant, but before we do that let's ask another question. Is Rosaria someone we have seen before? Well, if you're telling yourself "Hm, she sounds like she could definitely be Gwynevere" you'd be right. Not that she is Gwynevere confirmed but more signs point to yes than no... Let's go over the evidence:

Is a Goddess

Connections to Miracles about Gwynevere

Connections to the Old Gods in some form

Has Children(Amazing point, I know)

Have Magical Abilities

GNow, I know this isn't much but all together it is pretty telling evidence that something is afoot with the connections. Your first thought of it being against is "Oh, well yes it's possible but isn't Gwynevere like 40 feet tall" and well, no, not really. Even in DS1 this can be debunked in the same room(sorta). We all know Gwynevere is an illusion, so how do we know her real size? Well, in the Ornstein and Smough Boss Room we see these statues .

As we can see, Gwynevere is almost as tall as the Gwyn statue which is basically built to scale. Presumably, anyways. And as we can see, Gwynevere is not as big but she is pretty tall. Now, let's compare it to Rosaria(with Player scale too):

(Source)

As we can see, this height is actually plausible. Rosaria isn't actually that much taller or bigger. Her legs are long and torso about the same size. The next point against it though is the names... Rosaria is obviously not the same as Gwynevere. But, assuming that if you're running away from your family, you'd change your name too. And the Miracle she gives with her Soul, Bountiful Sunlight, which mentions Gwynevere's occupation as a Mother and Wife. This obviously fits in with Rosaria's mentioned child and children, assumedly. But, it's never said that she was married. But, Gwynevere is married, to the God, Flann. They could be hinting at the fact that either Rosaria is Gwynevere's daughter or her, herself.

Another suspect of who she could be is the Queen of Lothric. We know the Queen left after her Husband became mad with the power of the Dragon. There is also evidence for this. Gertrude, the Heavenly Daughter, is said to be the Daughter of the Queen, Rosaria is surrounded by Man-Grubs that are reborn via her and there is actually a Man-Grub near Gertrude's cage. The Queen is said to have several Heavenly Children and the Queen is also compared to a Goddess of Fertility and Bounty(Gwynevere). Rosaria is considered a Goddess and the Queen was worshipped as a Goddess for sure. Another Child of the Queen is the Dancer of the Boreal Valley, how do we know this? Well, the Dancer's Soul gives another of Gwynevere's Miracles, Soothing Sunlight which explicitly states the Dancer is a member of the Old Royal Family, at least for the most part as in it's in her tree. So, how does this connect back the the Queen and Rosaria? Well, it's very much told this way with Miracles the Queen is the Daughter of Gwynevere, who was also her Maiden and carried on the stories of her Mother to her Children. This does make the most sense in comparison to her actually being Gwynevere, but, options. Rosaria's tongue though is still a mystery, I have no idea if her firstborn(presumably Lorian or Aldrich but... that has no evidence) stole her tongue and if that's the case, why. It could just be apart of the hellscape that is Dark Souls 3's lore.

So let's talk about the covenant, Rosaria's Fingers. As to why they are called as such, I am actually not sure and it honestly seems to hold no important to what I see. The member's of this Covenant have a prefix regarding names of specific finger's, somewhat. Yellowfinger is not really a finger. There's also the symbol for the covenant which is actually the Papal Cross of the Christian Religion and is the Emblem of the Pope, there is actually a Pope in Dark Souls 3 in the form of Sulyvahn but there seems to be no connection other than Aldrich being connected to Sulyvahn and that's really it. Rosaria's Fingers collect the tongues of their foes, which are the Way of Blue and Blades of the Darkmoon, two covenants that are explicitly connected to the Old Gods. Obviously, this tells us that Rosaria not only hates the Old Gods but it's possibly they are the ones that stole her tongue from her. Meaning her firstborn is most likely connected to the Old Gods, but as given before, that was obvious. It is either that or the Old Gods have disrupted her in some other way. In other aspects of the Covenant, Rosaria gives the option of Rebirth(or Respec'ing) which basically lets someone reallocate their skills, what implications this has in the universe is completely unknown and is probably just a way to make yourself stronger. You can rebirth yourself in-universe until you become a Man-Grub, and it's basically literally what the name implies. But the descriptions imply it might not be that simple. Some of them wield staffs that cast holy spear spells to protect Rosaria. Why she can do this is not clear, nor why it happens is not clear either. It doesn't seem that she hates her subjects or anything of the sort, so it could just be a curse she has given her abilities.

Rosaria doesn't really have a lot to her character, along with that she barely has lore, unfortunately and all that can be gathered aside from the only clearly stated things is guesswork and it's not that much fun. The only cut things that have come from her is a cut Boss Track related to her(interesting to note this track IS similar to the Dancer's who is interestingly not a Boss at first), whether she was the boss or not, is not clear.

Unfortunately, this seems to be all that Rosaria has to her but if you know anything else or want to correct some information for me please do so! I'll gladly edit something things and I might add more. My next post is hopefully going to be the Angelic Faith of Lothric and the Primordial Serpents.

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Divided I Fall

IT'S FINALLY DONE! I am so sorry this took so fucking long, it took me like a year to write because my art brain forcibly took over my body for a stupid amount of time but now it is DONE and you can SEE it with your EYEBALLS. Anyway... This, This is a project I have been planning for YEARS but took some stuff lining up just right for it to sift to the top of my oneshot backlog. It is, to keep it simple and not spoil too much, an origin story for a character that's shown up in my stuff before.

As one important note before I begin... This fic stars a character of a fakemon species known as Vahirom, created by @kynimdraws on Tumblr/kyleenim on Twitter, used with permission. If you steal it I will be offended on her behalf and personally boil your toes. Got it?

ANYWAY:

Divided I Fall

Zygarde had a dilemma.

Unova had too many humans and they had it too good. But there was nothing they could do to thwart them without letting the other Legends in on his game. What to do?

As they stewed on this, lurking on the edge of civilization, they looked up, and there they saw it.

A meteor, careening down toward the nearby hills. It crashed, sending out sparks of light and a shockwave, which Zygarde weathered easily. They were a god, after all.

"Lots of those since AZ broke the sky," they muttered.

They slithered through the earth until they got to the impact crater, emerging in its center to find, surprise surprise, a meteor. However, it was one they could tell was a Metionite, a kind made of an extremely rare, alien ore.

It was then they got an idea.

An awful idea.

Zygarde got a wonderful, awful idea.

They started burrowing their own cells into the Metionite, pumping it full of energy. Godly energy. Draconic energy. The Meteonite contracted and curved until it turned into a small gray orb.

Zygarde tapped it.

And it burst to life.

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What am I?

What is this place?

Those were my first thoughts as I gazed around, wide-eyed, until my eyes fell on a strange green and black titan.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

"I am Zygarde, the guardian of order, and you are my creation!" the titan said in a booming voice.

"You created me?"

"Yes! For one purpose!"

The titan pointred a claw to the southwest. "There's an infestation of these pests called humans around thataway. Deal with them for me."

I looked in that direction. Seemed simple enough.... But something didn't feel right.

"...Very well."

Tubes extended from my shoulders and attached to my tail as my wings flared. I took off.

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I arrived to find strange structures,domes, blocks and pyramids, and walking among them strange creatures. Were these the humans Zygarde mentioned? "Deal with them." What did that even mean?

I got closer and as I did they started acting strangely. They seemed... Afraid?

"You creatures! What are you?"

They were making loud screams now. They didn't seem less afraid. Maybe they couldn't understand me? How DO I talk to them then? Come on, think think think-

~-Think!~

Thehumans stopped, gazed up. I had communicated by... Thinking really hard?

~Uh... Humans! I mean you no harm! I just wish to... Deal with you!~

The humans started murmuring among each other before a more elaborate-looking human came forth.

"You, great dragon! What do you propose as a deal?"

Oh, I can understand THEM fine. But good question...

~Let me think.~

What do I even tell this person? I guess... If they were afraid of me, they had other things to be afraid of. That wasn't good. Maybe...

"If you give me shelter and a home, I will aid you however I can. Is that a satisfactory deal?"

The elaborate human slowly blinked several times slowly before rapidly nodding.

":We will accept your offer... B=but my warriors will keep an eye on you."

I looked to the "warrior" humans he spoke of. They were trembling. Everyone was looking at me with unease,

This would take some adjusting.

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I was in my own corner of the city, surrounded by more of these warriors. They were taking shifts watching me, but they all seemed scared. Almost as if they felt if I tried anything they couldn't stop me.

I didn't feel like doing anything that needed stopping... but then I wasn't sure WHAT to do. I had made the deal with the humans but I wasn't sure how to enact i-

Just then I heard a roar, in the distance. The warriors looked to me, then to the source of the sound. They seemed confused that it wasn't me. Soon another warrior rushed up to them.

"T-there's a Scolipede trying to take over the farmland!"

"O-one of those? Why?"

"They're immensely territorial! It claimed the farms as its own!"

What was this beast? The humans needed help. But they wouldn't let me help...

...Then again they couldn't stop me.

I activated my tail turbine and lifted off as the warriors panicked, and I jetted off to where the other warrior had came from.

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When I arrived there was indeed a large, purple, insectoid Pokémon rampaging about. Several warriors and their Pokémon were trying to pierce its chitinous armor, to no avail. It was much bigger than the humans, that's for sure.

...But it was much smaller than me.

I flew ove4r to and landed right in front of it. It looked up but seemed unphased.

"What do YOU want?"

"I want you to stop bothering these humans."

"Why should I? This is MY turf." "No it's not. As far as I can tell the humans were here first." "Well it's mine now."

I narrowed my eyes. "Leave. Now."

The Scolipede scoffed. "Make me."

"If you insist."

I flicked him with a claw.

He went sailing back into a tree with a very loud thud and collapsed, unconscious.

Humans started gathering around, looking on in awe. Then they started cheering. It was only then I realized the magnitude of what I'd done.

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Things changed after that rather quickly. Or, they did from my perspective anyway.

The humans, after that, regarded me as a protector. Not only that, they gave me authority. It wasn't much at first, I started as captain of the warrior, but as time went on and I helped the humans more and more I ascended to the right-hand mon of their rulers.

They called me Vahirom, or more commonly, the Iron Arbiter.

They adored me. And I grew to adore them. They cared for me and I cared for them back. And after time things changed. I learned how to alter my form to be like them.

It started simply, firsty with mimicking their speech, but then I started to learn how to alter my physical form, this way and that way, until I had come to resemble them in my own way. It was at that point the Iron Arbiter was both a dragon Pokémon and a human.

And someone didn't like that at all.

One day they returned, while I was alone, sitting on the throne the humans built for me. I looked up into their glowing green eyes as they glared down into mine.

"What is THIS? This isn't what you were supposed to be doing! And why do you LOOK like them?" They stomped a foot on the ground.

I sighed. "It is less intimidating to them than my natural draconic form. And why do YOU look like them? Don't you have forms that are oh so superior?" They winced, and in an instant cells swirled around them to return them to a more traditional serpentine form. "Only to subvert them, manipulate them. You do it for sick kicks! You were supposed to DESTROY them, not help them!"

"There is no need to destroy them. They are flawed yes, but have kindness and charity in their hearts if you know where to find it. I seek to bring that out in them. "You're wrong! All humans are a sin against the natural order! MY order! They need to be purged!"

"Your view is dangerous. And I will not have you threaten my people."

I grew and stretched and bent into my true, draconic form.

"You may have given me life, but I am not yours. They are not yours. Leave, or I will force you to."

Zygarde hesitated, then let out a long, pronounced hisss before disintegrating into cells and vanishing.

I sighed again, then resumed my post.

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Decades passed, that turned into centuries. I saw many humans and their Pokémon come and go, and cherished them all dearly while they lasted.

But then one day two were born that would change my life forever, for better and for worse.

They were twins, born to the current queen and king. They were shown to me soon after they were born. They were lumpy and chubby as human babies were but they had fire and lightning in their eyes from the start.

And thus their parents named them Tentay and Pethakhon, Ancient Unova's words for fire and lightning. As usual, I was assigned to be their guardian. I did not realize then how special they would be to me - and how that would be my downfall.

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The children grew quickly. Their tiny grasping hands grew inquisitive, groping for anything they could reach. At first, I let them pull and tug at my human form, but as they grew older and nimbler I allowed them to play on my dragon form as well.

Eventually they started to talk.

"Say mama!" "Say dada!" their parents clamored. But every time they both pointed at me and said "va va!"

They didn't care. They just laughed.

When they got old enough to learn, I was their teacher. I taught them.... Well, not everything I knew, I was too ancient and powerful for that, but I tried to teach them a good amount. And I definitely tried to answer their many questions.

"How old are you?" asked Tentay. "Older than you can comprehend."

"What's your favorite food?" asked Pethakhon.

"I do love corn cakes."

"Do your parents let you stay up past bedtime?" asked Tentay.

I had to pause and think about that one. My only "parents" were Zygarde and the stars, so...

"I don't listen to my parents. I do what I want."

The twins gasped and looked at each other eagerly. "You can DO that?" they said. I chuckled. "I can. You probably shouldn't until you get older."

The two visibly deflated.

"Not fair..." said Pethakhon.

"I guess we have to listen..." said Tentay.

"No way! We can't!" said Pethakhon. "But we gotta! Or we'll get in trouble!"

"Nuh-uh! We can do it!

I chuckled. By all means this was amusing.

And yet. Something deep inside felt off.

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It came suddenly, swiftly.

The king and queen fell ill, from a terrible disease. They were isolated, only taken care of by a select few.

It was too little, too late.

A grand funeral was held, several ceremonies, a feast, a fitting sendoff. But none of it filled the hole in all our hearts.

Especially not the twins'.

I visited their room afterwards., They were huddled in a corner together, curled up, sitting only a few inches apart. In human form to fit in the room, I pulled them into an embrace.

"I know better than to say it's all right, but... I am here for you."

"But... Mom and dad... They're gone forever," said Tentay.

"They're never coming back... What's gonna happen to us?" said Pethakhon.

I sighed. "I have seen many leave forever just as they did. I can escape it, it is both a gift and a curse, but for your kind it is inevitable. But it is not truly the end. You two will grow to be great, and your children, and your children's children, and so on. I assure you of this. You can pick up the pieces and carry on in their stead. They would want you to."

"...Okay, Va." said Pethakon.

"...I guess so, Va," said Tentay.

They nestled into my arms further. I patted their heads.

We stayed that way a while.

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The two started to near adulthood for their kind, and thus I started teaching them how to rule. . ~Now, you two, I have a question.~

They both shifted in their seats in the courtyard we were in. Teenagers were antsy about being taught. Especially when their teacher was an ancient and powerful dragon.

~Say that there is a famine. What are your main options for dealing with such a thing?~

"Simple," said Tentay. "You spend the royal budget on improving the crops."

~Ah, but such a solution would be expensive... And could be unsustainable."~

"Then we improve the harvest infrastructure over time!" said Pethakhon enthusiastically.

~Yet that could take a long time. Too long. People could starve.~

"Well my method is clearly better!" said Tentay. "It gets more immediate results!"

"You're wrong!" said Pethakhon. "MY plan won't doom us all later!" "It MIGHT not. It will definitely make people starve."

"We have to consider the future!" "The future is NOW, Pethakhon."

"Moron!"

"Imbecile!"

The two continued arguing like this until they finally noticed me waggling a claw mockingly.

~Now now now. Have you considered these solutions aren't mutually exclusive?"

The two of them stared at me. Then started sheepishly rubbing their heads.

"You have a point..." said Tentay. "That could work.." said Pethakhon.

~See?" I said. "If you work against each other nothing gets done. But if you work together...~

"Yes, we understand the moral, well done," said Pethakhon. "Why must we learn things we know already?" said Tentay.

~Because with you two it bears repeating.~

The two blinked and staredbefore rubbing their heads sheepishly again.

"...You have a point," said Tentay.

"We'll. We'll work on it.." said Pethakhon.

I simply smirked.

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They quickly became adults, true kings of Unova, and soon their first test was upon them. The ruler of a desert kingdom smack dab in the middle of Unova was a Volcarona by the name of Heliana. Shee was called before them for a diplomatic meeting, and we all assembled on the border between the desert and greener land.

"Why hello there!" said Heliana, floating before us.

Tentay and Pethakhon stared then turned to me, each whispering.

"She, uh, is a little hard to--" Pethakhon started to say.

"She's a Pokémon, but she can't speak telepathically, so we can't understand her," said Tentay.

"...That." said Pethakhon.

I chuckled. ~Don't worry, I can translate. She just says hi.~

The two nodded and turned back to Heliana.

"Right, hello," said Pethakhon.

"Shall we get down to business?" said Tentay.

"Oh, yes, yes!" said Heliana. "There was a matter of grave importance I wished to speak of with you! It was... Oh, hm, what was it..."

"She isn't very professional," Tentay whispered.

"Shhh!" said Pethakhon, nudging him.

"Oh! I remember now! It was wood!" said Heliana.

"Wood?" said Pethakhon. "My kingdom doesn't exactly have many trees," said Heliana. "I want cedar in particular! I'll offer you our finest textiles and minerals in return!":

"Hmmm. But we need the cedar for-"

"Shhh!" said Pethakhon. "She's making us a great offer!"

"More like a ridiculous one. We can't give her all that cedar!" "But we need the minerals and textiles!"

"She hasn't even specified WHAT minerals and textiles! Think before you leap!" "Well ask her!"

"Fine!"

Tentay took a deep breath and looked Heliana straight in the compound eyes. "You're being awfully vague about what those "minerals" and "textiles" are... Could you be more specific?"

"Oh! Lots of iron, copper... and Silk! Me and my babies spun the silk ourselves!"

"Wait, the silk comes from-" Tentay started to say.

"Sounds great!" said Pethakhon. We'll-"

"No. We need that cedar."

~Now now you two.~ I said. ~Put your heads together. Your wants and needs aren't mutually exclusive.~

They stared. And blinked. And... Well they didn't literally put their heads together but they did start mutually putting their hands to their chins thinking.

"There's some places we could grow... Cedar groves?" said Tentay.

"Yes! And we could loan those groves out to you!" said Pethakhon.

"They would take a while to grow normally but our Grass-types can make them grow faster!" said Tentay.

"Excellent!" said Heliana. "It's a deal! And Hekla and Katla will get started on the silk straight away!"

"Hekla and Katla?" said Pethakhon.

"Who?" said Tentay.

It was then two Larvesta emerged from Heliana's fuzz and divetackled Tentay and Pethakhon each with cries of "Friend! Friend! Friend!"

"My children!" said Heliana. "They spin the finest silk in all the land!"

"Well they sure are cute," said Pethakhon, holding up Hekla to get a good look at her.

"Easy little one," said Tentay, cradling Katla.

I just smiled.

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I was in my throne room, and human again. I was alone, and it was quiet... until I heard a telltale slithering again.

"...Hello Zygarde."

The serpent congeals in a flash from their cells before me.

"You're still doing this. Why are you still doing this."

"They appreciate my help. And they are clearly better in my hands than yours."

The snake withed, their form rippling.

"Look, if you can't stop yourself from messing MY order up, I WILL."

I scoffed. "How?"

"You're awfully fond of those two humans, aren't you?"

My eyes widened. I clenched my fingers on my seat. "...Petty threats will get you nowhere."

"Oooh, I struck a nerve, didn't I? Don't worry, I won't do anything to them... Physically anyway. Unless you try to warn them that is, in which case I can always arrange an accident...."

I shifted to dragon form, knocking several things over in the process. "What are you planning, Zygarde?"

"How does the saying go, something something for me to know and you to find out?"

I roared and slashed at them with a claw, but before I made contact they scattered into cells and disappeared from whence they came. Guards rushed into the room shortly after. "Arbiter! Is everything all right?"

I panted heavily, looking at where Zygarde had gone, before turning to the guard.

~It's... It's fine. Just spooked by a shadow.~

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From there it became apparent something was very quickly going wrong.

It started small at first. The brothers being more snippy with each other than they were before. But it soon blew up into full-on arguments, and everything I had raised them to do was falling apart before my eyes.

I knew exactly why.

I stalked the halls of the castle until I found a hound, ducking and weaving through the corridors.

"You!"

The hound stopped, looking smug. "What is it?"

"What are you doing to them?"

"Oh nothing much. A lie about one here, a rumor about the other there, did you realize exactly how easy it is to turn them against each other?"

"How... How dare you!"

I fired a metallic burst, a small-scale version of my Origin Flare, but they were already gone, and the brilliant beams of light only sank into the corridor, reducing chunks of it to rubble.

It was then I panicked. As long as Zygarde could keep spreading their lies...

...There was nothing I could do.

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Soon enough came a day that would come down in history as a fateful one.

The two of them were having a particularly heated, particularly philosophical argument about the future of the kingdom. Said argument was happening in the throne room, right in front of me, a dragon silently watching as their two human charges escalated to potential civil war right before their eyes.

"Do you really think your deluded visions would ever lead this kingdom to greatness?" said Tentay, "Your ideals will only bring ruin!"

"Your plan is built on a flawed foundation," said Pethakhon, "and faulty delusions of truth!"

It was becoming all too clear for me.

They would not reconcile this time.

I would have to choose one.

...But I couldn't.

I couldn't possibly-

One side of me wanted one. Another wanted the other.

But I couldn't choose.

I couldn't I couldn't I couldn't I couldn-

CRACK

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When I awoke, I could not move. I had reverted to the God Stone I use to sleep and could not get out.

But I could see everything. I could see Tentay and Pethakhon beholding two dragons that I quickly realized had split off from me, by sheer will to leave neither one behind. I could also see I had rolled off to the side, where no one could see me.

But if those two pieces of me were out there... What was the rest of me doing in here?

As I wondered this I witnessed the argument between the two brothers escalate further, and eventually they stormed out of the room.

Time passed. Day turned into night. Then the serpent came.

"Well well well, that was an entertaining show. I knew your powers were unstable but I never expected them to do THAT. Oh well, it works out for me plenty - those two idiots you were so protective of will decimate humanity by their actions, and those bits of you that spawned for them will only help.

I wriggled in my prison, trying desperately to escape and put Zygarde in their place. They noticed and chuckled.

"Oh how foolish. Don't try too hard to escape dear. You don't know what schisming off so much of your power has done to you."

Their form rippled.

"And besides. It's too late for you. I've already won."

He gave a hearty, echoing laugh as he dissipated into cells and disappeared.

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Throughout the night, I continued to wriggle and squirm. I HAD to fix this, I HAD to prove Zygarde wrong, I HAD to-

And then I broke free.

And then I felt it.

I could tell I was not the being I used to be. I felt weak. I felt empty. There was a gnawing hunger and emptiness at the bottom of my soul that I could not overcome.

I staggered through the hallways of the castle, in confusion and pain, when I came upon two guards, who recoiled at my approach.

"H-Halt! What monstrous kind of P-Pokémon are you?" said one.

I looked at that guard. And I hungered. The emptiness gnawed at me as I yearned for something to fill it.

I lunged.

The other guard screamed as my fangs sunk into his compatriot. I started devouring him, purely by instinct, rending flesh from bones.

"M-Monster! Monster!"

It is then I snapped back to my senses and realized exactly what I was doing.

I tried to say, "Wait, no, you don't understand!" but all it came out as was staticky buzzing. Then the guard fled.

Overwhelmed with grief, shock, and horror, it was then I did the same, leaving the tall pyramid castle I had called my home for centuries and never turning back.

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I holed up in the crater I had first crash-landed in from thereon out, never emerging. Still, I saw many things.

I saw Unova burnt by a deluge of fire and electricity.

I saw Unova rebuild, become more technologically advanced, more close totheir Pokémon, then further away, then closer again.

I saw people settle the area where I lived, and grow to fear me as others had.

I saw one bit of kindness from a boy from those people.

I saw the white dragon that split from me return, join with me once more, filling my emptiness but causing her unbearable pain that racked me with guilt.

I saw all this, but one thing remained the same, for the most part.

I was alone. And I was unsure if that would ever truly change.

So all I could do was mourn all I had lost.

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Bit of a downer, huh. But I hope you enjoyed it! WILL Kyurem's situation get better? We'll have to find out later - I've got other shit I've really got to get to writing.