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rizzanon · 5 months

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[Favourite] Shinichiro Sano

in which Shinichiro's siblings love you as much as their brother does

a scenario from the childhood friend! Shinichiro post, but can be read as a standalone

“(n/n)-chan! You're finally here!!”

Before you could fully turn around to see the person who called out for you, you were immediately pounced on by two little gremlins. A blond haired boy and a honey blond hair girl.

It seems that the two kids had been waiting eagerly for your arrival.

You could only smile at the sight, quickly hugging the two kids back, as you kneeled to look the both of them in the eyes.

“Hi Emma, Manjiro! Have you been waiting for me to arrive?”

The blonde hair girl nods her head eagerly, as she linked her arm with yours.

“Yes! I want to show you my new tea set!”

“Hey no fair! (n/n)-chin promised me that she'll let me show her the new taekwondo moves I've learnt!” The blond boy interjected, as he grabbed your other arm and pulled you towards him.

Being sandwiched between the two kids, you didn't know what to do to ease the both of them. You were about to open your mouth to say something to calm them down when someone beat you to it.

“Hey now, both of you. Leave her alone. Give her some space to breathe, will ya’?”

You looked up to see a familiar black haired guy walking towards the three of you. His hair and shirt slightly messed up and his face filled with some minor bruises. The two kids who were begging for you to follow them immediately stopped their antics, looking down in shame at being caught.

“Sorry, Shin-nii.”

Leave it to Shinichiro to control his siblings.

You looked up at your black haired friend, eyeing his unkempt appearance.

“Woah, you look like shit.” The taller male scoffs at your words.

“Rude. You think I don't know that already?”

“Just reminding you, that's all.” You hummed.

Your friend rolls his eyes at your words, before chuckling.

“Leave it to you to remind me of my shortcomings.”

“Maybe if you didn't decide to avoid your grandather's dojo lessons, you might've been able to come out of the fight not looking like shit.”

Shinichiro only sheepishly looked away, knowing that he couldn't refute your words.

“And this is why you should hang out with me instead, (n/n)-chin! I'm way stronger than Shin-nii. Even gramps said so!” The blond haired boy proudly exclaims, earning a groan from his older brother and a giggle from his younger sister.

“Is that so? Maybe you should teach your brother some moves then. He could use some lessons.” You teased, ruffling the younger male's hair as he looked up at you with stary eyes.

“Oi, don't go giving him ideas now. It's bad enough I have gramps on my ass.” Shinichiro grumbled, shaking his head exasperatedly.

“And who's fault is that?”

“.....Fair enough.”

You felt a tug at your left arm, and looked down to see a wide-eyed Emma staring at you with pleading eyes.

“Come on (n/n)-chan! Now that Shin-nii's here, we can all have a tea party with the new tea set grandpa got for me!”

You see from the corner of your eye the brother duo quietly trying to escape, but you knew better and grabbed them both by their collar, stopping them from leaving.

“And where do you two think you're going?”

“Heheh... I just remembered I have work to do...!” Shinichiro mumbles out a poor excuse, as he tries to get out from your grasp, only for you to pull him back.

“Going to do some measley work when your dear sister over here invited you to a tea party?” Your expression right now was scary, even Manjiro knew not to do anything stupid and just follow what you say.

Shinichiro sweats profusely, as he avoided all eye contact with you.

“Right... right... my bad. You're absolutely right...”

“See, it's not so bad, right?”

You were seated at a kiddy table, with plastic cutlery and food on it, while holding a cup of imaginary tea that Emma handed you.

You hear some groans from the older male, and you shoot him a nasty glare.

“What's with the attitude?”

“What attitude? I'm thoroughly enjoying my afternoon cup of tea over here.” Shinichiro replies, as he pretends to sip on the said tea.

You chuckle and roll your eyes at his gesture, before turning to look at the younger boy, who was blatantly pouting.

“What's wrong lil' guy?”

“This is boring. What's the point of having a tea party when there isn't even any real food or tea?!?”

“Hey! I tried my best okay! Can't you see!!?” Emma exclaims, as she crossed her arms out of indignance.

“Who says there isn't any real food though?”

The two kids immediately whipped their head towards your direction, and in an instant, you could see their eyes light up at the sight of the goodies and snacks you had brought with you.

“Woah...! Did you-”

“Yes, Manjiro, I also brought taiyaki with me too.”

“(n/n)-chin, you're my favourite person from now on!” The blonde haired boy exclaims, as he rushes towards you to receive his favourite treat.

“Was I not already your favourite person?” You chuckled, as you took out the packet of taiyaki you had bought specifically for the younger boy. His eyes widened, before he flashed a boyish grin at you.

“Of course you were! You still are now too, just had to remind you again.”

“You're my favourite person too, (y/n)-chan!” Emma gushed, as she too made her way to see the variety of snacks you had brought for them.

“Is there any for me?” You see the older male peeking over your shoulder, with a hopeful look in his eyes. Seems like he too was in the mood for a treat.

“Nope.”

Shinichiro's expression immediately becomes one of distraught, as he puts a hand to his chest.

“Ouch! Your words wound me, (y/n). How could you forget to bring a snack for this dear friend of yours.”

Is this guy serious?

“Cut your bullshit Shin. You're fooling no one with your act.”

Shinchiro visibly flinches at your words, before returning back to his normal self.

“Oh well. It was worth a try. Wanted to see if it would earn me some pity points from you.” Shinichiro shrugs, right before he was met with a bag of chips smacked right across his face. He immediately falls back from the sudden impact, earning giggles from his two younger siblings.

“Woops, my bad. Didn't mean to aim for your face.” You apologised, not sparing a glance at the black haired guy.

You definitely meant to aim for his face.

Shinichiro just laughs it off, as he shifted to sit next to you, opening up the packet of chips you threw at him.

“Aww, I knew I was always your favourite. You even got me my favourite flavour of chips too!” Shinichiro teases, earning a scoff from you.

“Bold of you to assume you're my favourite Sano, Shin.”

Shinichiro dramatically pauses, letting out a huge gasp. He really looked like he was shocked by your words, but you knew that he was just feigning hurt.

“What?? How could this be? If not me, then who else would be your favourite Sano?” You shook your head in disbelief, but decided to go along with this act of his.

“Your cute and adorable siblings of course!” You replied, as you ruffled both Emma and Manjiro's hair.

“I'm cute and adorable too y'know,” Shinichiro huffs, as he crosses his arms and looked away from you.

“Says no one.” Manjiro replies cheekily before you could even open your mouth to say something. You had to hold in a laugh after seeing the look of betrayal on the older male's face as soon as his younger brother uttered those words from his mouth.

“Wha- I'll have you know that people have in fact said those words, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano.”

Shinichiro tries to back himself up, but his attempt was immediately shot down by his younger sister, who mumbles, “If people really said that, you wouldn't have gotten rejected so many times...”

You lost it at that moment, and burst out in laughter, together with Manjiro who was enjoying the whole roast.

“Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!” Shinichiro pauses, as he let out a few dramatic fake sobs, before continuing.

“My very own siblings too... What did you do for them to favour you like this...”

“Not my fault that I'm just better.”

“Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!” Emma says, much to Shinichiro's disbelief.

“What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!”

“Sure you are. Besides, (y/n)-chin always buys us our favourite snacks too!! See??” Manjiro adds on, shoving the taiyaki and sweets you had given to him up Shinchiro's face. Shinichiro shoots you a glare, but you only just shrug your shoulders, insisting that it is what it is.

“Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this..” Shinichiro lets out a dejected sigh, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“Though, it's not like I can't blame my siblings." He says, as he leans in closer to you, whispering the next few words only for you to hear.

“You're my favourite person too.”

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cursedvibes · 9 months

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This is a bit of a silly thought that turned kinda into a serious ponder, but do you think Kenjaku was paying any form of child support to Jin and hell even Wasuke especially after he became sick. I'm saying this because Yuuji was fed with a clean house while gramps had those medical bills/funeral bills somehow managed. Being a single parent is hard enough in Japan and Kenjaku has been shown to have very high and wealthy connections.

Not sure about Jin, but I think they gave Wasuke some money (cash or maybe through the Time Vessel Association or Yakuza contacts that the 1st light novel kinda implied they have), which he very begrudgingly accepted. I don't think Yuuji would be dirt poor otherwise, but it makes things easier. There's health insurance, which would cover the medical bills, child support money (not a lot only ~10.000¥ but it's something), Yuuji would likely also get orphan support and if Wasuke's wife died and didn't just divorce he's also getting widower money.

In regards to medical bills and hospital stay, Kenjaku might've also influenced that a little to ensure Wasuke doesn't die too early or too late.

Their house seems to be more on the outskirts of the city and a little older, so it might be less expensive. Better than an apartment in the city center. The expansive part of a funeral is usually the grave itself & the space on the cemetery and they already have that, Wasuke's parents are probably already buried there. Wasuke likely arranged the paperwork for his own funeral ahead of time, so Yuuji didn't need to do anything but gather the ashes. The urn doesn't look super expansive and the burning itself is a manageable cost if you don't make a big ceremony out of it. Btw, I just want to add, the Itadori family grave looks pretty old and like someone hasn't taken care of it in a while, especially if you compare it to the other graves next to it in the anime, which makes me think that Yuuji didn't go there very often if ever. Debatable if Wasuke went there while he was alive. Either way, pretty harsh considering Jin (& Kaori) might be buried there.

So, overall I think they had pretty good financial support already even with Wasuke in the hospital and a funeral coming up. Still, in case money did get sparse, I think Kenjaku stepped in because it doesn't seem like Yuuji had a part-time job or is used to struggling with money for basic living expanses. Kenjaku needs their boy to grow up to become big and strong, he can't go hungry.

#Itadori financial plan presented by me lol #asks #itadori yuuji

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liminalitycarb · 4 months

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Xenoblade 2 - Final Chapter (Part 4) - And thus, boy met girl.

So first we were in an airport.. and now we're heading into a metro station...

And I'm getting the same veritgo from this STUPIDLY LONG ESCALATOR just like I have had in REAL LIFE....

And after a quick comment on how everything on this part of Elysium is just like the rest of the World Tree and the security checkpoint, it seems like everyone decided to ditch Rex Batman style.

Oh hey! Nia's back and.. in sepia tone... and apparently very angry at Rex right now..

No Nia! It's not Rex's fault. He just promised Pyra he'd bring her to a place he's never seen, doesn't actually know if it exists, and didn't actually consider the consequences of going to what was basically touted as "the land of the gods."

Oh... wait you're mad at him also for being Pyra obsessed and not noticing you. To be fair... I don't think Rex really sees ANYONE in any form of romantic capacity.

APPARENTLY WE HAD TO FIGHT NIA!? Which... It's weird that Rex has the Aegis sword on him in these cutscenes... and even pulled it out right before combat... but then I was forced to use Roc and his Dual Scythes instead...

But Nia wants answers Rex! Why did you lie? ...HEY! DON'T RUN AWAY REX!

Oh hey... it looks like somehow Rex ran away from Gormott and Nia right into Mor Ardain and Morag.

So... is this just the Mani Mani statue playing on Rex's fears here? Are we actually in Moonside? Will we say Hello, and goodbye?

Okay.. yeah.. this is either Rex's self doubt and fears manifesting.. or this is everyone ELSE'S dark thoughts manifesting in Rex's brain space.

And after another fight and a few more choice words, Rex decides the best choice of action is to RUN AWAY!!!

And... third verse, same as the first two. But this time we get a two-for-one special on the Rex existential crisis express!

Poppi just wants to be a real blade Rex! WHY WON'T YOU LET POPPI BE A REAL BLADE REX!? ... why is Rex getting flack for Poppi not being a real blade...?

And as expected, this existential crisis does have a hint of truth to it. Rex did just constantly rush head-first into everything in this game without really thinking of the consequences of his actions. Which is probably why this crisis is working on him.

Oh, and even gramps (BACK IN BOAT FORM!) is here to make Rex question himself. And to ask how he'd like it if he had to experience what blades and titans go through.

Oh, we left sepia tone world as Rex got to Leftheria. And he's receiving a warm welcome from... Pyra... AND MYTHRA!? HOW ARE THEY IN THE SAME... WHA... HOW... WHAT SHENANIGANS IS THIS!?

And on this iteration of existential horror... we have the domestic life where no one is trying to shame you for anything you did, and instead it seems everyone is just trying to be nice.

THE WORST HORROR IMAGINABLE!

And after a little bit of dinner, and a small argument on why Mythra isn't allowed to cook for Rex, it seems Rex just can't take anymore of what has been happening. Honestly, I'm surprised he lasted this long from this whiplash before finally breaking down. Poor kid...

Oh Rex... yes, you did go wrong somewhere but not in the way you think you did.

And it seems Pyra thinks Rex has had enough and asks the Architect to end this. I hope you all enjoyed today's trip on the existential crisis express!

#CarbXenoblade2 #Xenoblade Chronicles 2 #Xenoblade #Let's Play #Final Chapter

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hyah-lian · 2 years

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Prompt 2- Homesick

Set up being: Time is looking for Wind to call him for dinner after they set up for the night and finds the poor guy sitting and looking so sad and wants to try and be comforting

Also on A03 here.

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Wind sat against a boulder, back to Time when he came over to find the young hero. He scuffed the dirt as he walked to avoid startling Wind, but wasn't met with even so much as a glance.

"Everything in ship-shape sailor?" Time smirked as he rounded the way to Wind.

Wind didn't look up from the oddly tinted sand he was filtering from hand to hand over a bag he had sat in the space between his legs. It flowed like both honey and sand as it fell between Wind's fingers.

"That… what is that?"

"Huh?" Wind seemed to blink himself out of a sort of trance and looked to Time. "Oh. It's… nothing."

Time dropped himself to sit at the shorter hero's side. Wind stilled in his haste to pack away whatever it was that he had been holding.

"It's… from home. Granny and Aryll and Beedle and Gramps from the Picto shop and… They wanted me to have a piece of Outset with me so I always had part of home. It's the sand from the beach outside our house. Um, mixed with something? But it's not wet and not dry and… it smells and feels like home."

Time sat still, shocked at how the words burst forth with so little prompting.

"Sometimes I miss it so much I- it helps. It keeps my hands busy and they all made it with love 'n stuff. Or whatever."

Time eased back on to his elbows and looked up towards the sky. Wind was flushed red right to the tips of his ears at the silence.

"I-" Wind started, but Time spoke up to spare him the distress of trying to explain himself.

"That's a good tie to home. I'm glad you have it, especially if it helps, right?"

"I- yeah. It does," Wind sniffed once before his breath caught and stuttered.

Time wasn't surprised when Wind barreled into his side and buried his head into his side. Instead, he carefully scooped up the drawstrings of the bag to make sure not a single grain of that sand fell loose.

#linked universe #linked universe fic #lu wind #lu time #wind (linked universe)#time (linked universe)

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 1 year

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i finished my atla rewatch tonight and all of sozin’s comet is making me insane i have,, Thoughts:

- zuko joining the group hug <3

- “get out of the bisons mouth, sokka. 😐”

- the way we get such a good look at azula’s trauma when ozai tells her to stay behind as he goes off to conquer the earth kingdom is so interesting,, we see how differently she’s been treated than zuko (“you can’t do this! you can’t treat me like zuko!”) but that she’s still been manipulated and hurt by ozai

- the whole phoenix king shit is so dramatic, i see where zuko gets it from… drama definitely runs in this family

- jun is so hot god bless <3

- omg gramp gramp :D i totally forgot pakku married their grandma

- god the iroh and zuko reunion……… i am so unwell…

- “fatherlord” is funny but also kinda devastating

- the lion turtle is so fucking cool i forgot about this guy

- sokka hugging piandao :’)

- god toph is so cool

- nooooooo not the one fire nation guy who’s birthday it is 😭😩😭😩😩😭😭 genuinely feel so sad for him wtf??

- mark hamill shut the fuck up challenge (only as ozai though. i love you mark hamill.)

- azula’s descent into madness over the course of this finale is actually so devastating :(

- the final agni kai is soooo cool holy shit

- not sokka’s boomerang and his space sword 😭😭

- the scene with sokka and toph almost falling just ruins me,, something about it really reminds me how young they are,,, god these poor kids :(

- yessss the goatee grab

- the shot of aang using all four elements at once will forever be iconic

- iroh burning the fire nation insignia is something that can be so personal

- katara’s bending when she chains up azula is insane

- man fuck grey delisle for being such a good voice actress because azula’s sobbing and screaming after she’s been defeated genuinely hurts me to listen to,, she makes me so sad :,(

- god aang is so cool

- sokka seeing ozai and immediately sauntering over to him and going “welllll look at you, buster” is so fucking funny to me

- oh oop i forgot zuko and mai get back together lmao (love them both just. really do not ship them.)

- kyoshi warrior ty lee :) now she has all the girlfriends

- zuko’s coronation… him and aang.. fire lord zuko……. i can and will cry about this character so much

- the whole ending scene makes me so soft,, what a good found family and good characters and good show i love it all so much :,)

#this rewatch was so much fun #nothing like returning to a middle school hyperfixation #i will continue to be posting my brainrot about avatar on here and also i’m probably gonna rewatch legend of korra soon #so then i’ll be just as insufferable about that :)#avatar the last airbender #atla #eli.posts

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thirdrootwriting · 21 days

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Brother of my Brother (Infinite Crisis - Bad End) pt4

Tim in a rolly chair, what crimes against space-time and the natural order will he commit?

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

Tim spins around in front of the Batcave's monitors not really looking at anything in particular and letting his head just float.

Nature vs nurture. Conner had been born and mostly grown in a test tube (metaphorically speaking at least, literally more like a multi-million life support tank), with most of his early social interactions being Tim, Cassie, Bart, Superman, and Gram and Gramps Kent. If he was re-cloned and exposed to that same stimulus (but better because they wouldn’t be blind-siding Supes this time) he'd basically be the same person right?

It would be like, -it would be like he'd just lost his memories, but he'd still be back and be Conner. A happier Conner even, knowing that he was born because he'd been wanted as a friend, comrade, brother, and son rather than just a living, breathing monument to Luthor's Superman fetish as Conner himself had once bitterly put it.

Tim does another spin his head tilted back to look at the Cave's ceiling. Up in the darkness above, chittering bat eyes reflect back the harsh, artificial light of the Batcomputer's monitors. They probably had space for the lab set-up down here.

Tim spins again in his chair.

Cloning wouldn't work on Steph or Dick though.

Well, actually cloning them be a hell of a lot easier both in terms of getting a good DNA sample (Bruce definitely had those on file), and cause they were baseline humans not a lab-constructed mix of Kryptonian-human-whatever else Luthor'd needed to throw in to make it work DNA.

A human clone would grow up too slow though, and he had no way to perfectly replicate their original environments outside of some sort of Mad Hatter-esque dream machine. Tim wouldn’t even want to replicate their childhoods artificially; it would be straight up torture to make some poor innocent kid go through Steph's experience with her dad and Dick's witnessing his parents' murder - not to mention all the messed up stuff they'd had to deal with during their vigilante careers.

Tim wanted his brother and Steph to come back, not to torture some little kid that shared their respective genetic sequences. Cloning was definitely a no-go for those two.

Tim lets his next spin in the chair leave him facing the computer's monitor and types in a couple of phrases to bring up everything they've got on the Lazarus Pits and any possibly related phenomenon.

Glowing green meteors that completely prevented aging like what had effected Vandal Savage. The immortality and resurrection potion that some say led to the birth of the Demon Nezha from the ancient general Li Jing's long-dead and much-beloved son. What they'd been able to dig up of Jason's case, and how his body had been awoken before he'd been dunked in those frothing green waters.

There's something here, something beyond the use of the Lazarus Pits as a method to prevent aging, heal severe injury, or bring back a near intact and recently deceased corpse. Taken together, there seems to be a way to activate their powers beyond how Ra's and the League of Assassins regularly use them. Tim chews on his tongue.

The thing was Tim was no expert on magic or mysticism, and didn't have a readily available team of experts through Wayne Enterprise on the subjects like he did for anything related to biology or engineering. He'd need to somehow not only obtain sample of the Pit's waters but also locate masters in the schools of mysticism that had extensively studied that Lazarus Pits over centuries if Tim wanted to get anywhere with this, and that would be difficult. Anybody good guy enough to want to work with heroes would likely be against any attempts at raising the dead. Not to mention everyone knew how jealously Ra's guarded access to the Lazarus Pits, without Batman's help…

Tim bites harder on his tongue and considers alternatives. There had been other ways 'back from the dead', hadn't there? Ways that had more to do with messing with the multiverse - time travel, universe bending, and that sort of thing?

After all, they had two whole Kara's, with Super-girl and Power-girl running around. Also it was an open Justice League secret that the Flashes messed with the space-time continuum and the multiverse all the time. Heck, just look at Bart!

Of course, messing with the space-time continuum enough to bring back dead people, especially after the whole multi-verse crisis they'd just had was a pretty big ask - both in terms of needed power and in potential consequences. If things went wrong, they could go very, very wrong. Like erasing other people's existence or diverting history wrong.

Still, Tim could work around that sort of thing with enough effort. Calculate variables and rationalize cause-and-effect till he had the perfect plan. Change things just enough to save two people (Steph who was so, so wonderful, bright, and fiercely good despite everything life had thrown at her. Dick who was so much to Tim, to so many people, that his death by itself was massacre for all it had taken). Wally West was powerful enough for it, loved Dick enough that if Tim's plan was good enough he'd be able to convince him.

Okay, space-time-travel seemed more feasible than the Lazarus Pits, but Tim couldn't play this from just one angle. He'd send over snippets of the Cadamus documents they'd confiscated so long ago to their Waynetech people through Batman's usual channels to get started on building the machines needed to bring back Conner. In the meantime, he'd put out feelers to West and do more research into any phenomena that could lead him to an unguarded or unclaimed Lazarus Pit.

Plan in place and feeling more grounded and real than he has since Batman left, Tim starts pulling up the necessary files.

A call from Oracle shows up on the Batcomputer. He sends back a quick 'Busy' response.

Tim was likely going to have to do some world-traveling to find the necessary resources and experts. Who'd watch Gotham while he's gone though? Batman's not here (might never come back) and it's already hard enough keeping the lid on that. The second the city calms down from their latest near world-ending crisis and realizes the Dark Knight's not just busy tidying things up with the JLA but well and truly absent from his post, it will be chaos.

Gotham needs Batman, Batman needs Robin, and the real one is dead. The house of cards they've built as the city's protectors tumbling down around their ears.

(Just for now though.

Tim can fix this.

He'll bring back Conner and his team will be alright. He'll bring back Steph and Cass will return and stop isolating herself. He'll bring Dick back home, just like Tim had done to earn the right to be Robin, and his big brother will either fix Bruce or step back in as Batman again.

Tim can fix this.)

Oracle rings again, and Tim sends back another 'Busy'.

Who will be Batman and keep Gotham from burning down around their ears in the meantime though? Tim certainly can't. Not only will he be busy trying to get back Conner, Steph, and Dick, but he can barely be Robin somedays. He saw how heavy the cowl weighed on Bruce and Dick, how Azrael couldn't handle it…

Oracle's green, glowing icon takes over his screen and her voice rings out through the Batcave. "Robin, don't you dare ignore me! I have access to the Batcave's computer, and I can see you sitting there."

Tim releases the bite he'd had on his tongue swallowing down the sharp iron taste of blood. It's a challenge not to snap at Barbara, "Oracle, I was planning my next move. Is this an emergency?"

Tim can tell he wasn't successful at not sounding annoyed, as the Oracle icon on his screen takes on a harsh expression. With Bruce having left them saying he has to go think about if there even should be a Batman after this, and with her sometimes boyfriend but always friend dead, Barbara hasn't been in the best of moods either.

"Do you think I'd be over-riding your computer like this if it wasn't an emergency?" Oracle responds in a dangerous tone.

Tim shakes his head, "Sorry, no. Ready for report." He trusts Barbara. In many ways she's as much of a mentor to him as Dick. Whereas his brother had taught Tim fighting and balance and how to keep cool under pressure, Barbara had focused on passing on her technical knowledge and information gathering skills.

(Sometimes, Tim thinks of his iteration of Robin as a hero born of Nightwing's kindness and grace, Oracle's skill and wit, Batman's justice and commitment. Goal posts set-up not just by those who've previously held the mantle but by seeing the best qualities of the people who've taught him. That's the sort of hero an inheritor of the title of Robin should be, and what he works towards.)

"Well brace yourself, because it isn't good." Oracle voice gets hard, like Joker-broke-out-of-Arkham hard. Whatever she's about to say is gonna be really bad. Tim braces himself, already flipping through memorized 'worst-case-scenario with Batman out of commission' plans Bruce had developed and drilled into him.

"We have reports from the police about sightings of a vigilante that appears to be Nightwing in the Narrows."

For one, single weightless second, Tim feels is so relieved he could cry. His big brother is back! Bruce will come home, everything will be -

It crashes, bleeding and bloody on the ground a second later, as reality and most likely probabilities work there way into his brain.

"Copycat? Illusion? Clayface?" Tim grits out, understanding the brittle nature of Oracle's tone better now. Those sorts of things are insulting to the extreme when the person being imitated is alive, like this, it tips over into desecration. Though given the nature of Gotham's rouges, it's not surprising they'd do this sort of thing, hit where it really, really hurts, if they’ve learned that Nightwing is gone.

Whoever it is must be relatively new or not afraid of the Bats though. Tim knows that Bruce left anybody who so much as breathed the word 'Robin' in the ICU and often permanently injured the first year after Jason's death.

Or worse, they know Batman isn't here to deliver a beatdown, and this is just to torture the remaining Bats. Oracle, all-knowing but now physically confined to her Clocktower, and the current Robin, clever and cautious but lacking the graceful skill of the first and reckless bravado of the second. Their current line-up is all the brains but lacking quite a bit of brawn without Bruce, Cass, or Dick.

"Too wet out right now for Clayface. It's actually affecting the environment so that discounts an illusion." Something deadly and low filters itself into Oracle's voice, "And if it's a copycat, then it's a bad one. Whoever it is, he's killing people."

Cold frustration sparks in Tim's chest, a match for the deadly frost of Oracle tone. He understands the concept of a mantle, that they become something more than themselves when they wear their uniforms. Batman was the Dark Knight that wielded fear and relentlessness to keep Gotham's own darkness at bay, whether it was Dick or Bruce wearing the cowl. Robin was hope and the promise that past the darkness of the night tomorrow would be a better day, whether it had been the original's fearless cheer or Tim's own stubbornness making that promise. Nightwing has only ever been Dick, but he's still made that identity larger than life, greater than just himself.

Oracle's green icon-face (her own digital mask) disappears from the screen and is replaced by grainy security footage showing an unfamiliar man in familiarly patterned black-and-blue fighting what looks to be gang activity in the Narrows. The bold deep-blue bird with wings spread across the costume's chest, the man's dark hair and the confident way he easily takes downs his opponents do at first all scream "Nightwing!", but it falls easily apart on closer look.

Whoever this pretender is, he looks wrong. His hair's a dark reddish-brown and curling where it catches the harsh-streetlights instead of true blue-black waves. His shoulders are too broad and he's too tall, built like a brawler not a aerialist, which is reflected in the way he fights. Effective, sure, but he's throwing punches more than kicks, blocks more than dodges, and he's using a single escrima stick like a baton or cudgel. Even the impostor's expression is off - smiling but not in a way that makes him seem happy, more likes he's bearing his teeth in a snarl than expressing glee.

It's obviously Nightwing, but not at all an attempt at pretending to be the real Nightwing.

Sort of like how Tim doesn't try to pretend to be the same Robin as Dick or, god forbid, as Jas-

"Is that -" the realization comes out of Tim as a hissed question. Surely, no matter how thoughtless, no matter how reckless, stupid, unthinking, ruining-everything again idiotic!

"So you thought so too." Oracle's voice is wry, almost exhausted in a way the indomitable Barbara Gordon never sounds, "Seems our prodigal son isn't done borrowing mantles just yet."

#infinite crisis bad end au #tim drake #presidental alert!! The girls (middle kids!!) are fighting!!!#where in the world is bruce wayne?#tim was 2 sec away from entering his red robin (2009) arc #barbara gordon is having a very trying week

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A Thousand Days With You (3)

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"This is more steps than Jujutsu High," Satoru comments, keeping an even pace with Kagome. She ignores him. One thing she has found is that Satoru likes to talk a lot. And he doesn't even need someone to answer back, just someone to listen. So, she does just that. Let's the weird sorcerer talk her ear off about everything and nothing at the same time.

When they make it up the steps, she motions for him to follow her around to the shed where Gramps likes to keep all his trinkets and findings.

"That's a powerful talisman you have there," Satoru says from behind her. He leans forward and Kagome scowls. For a man that has infinity around him at all times, he does not seem to understand the concept of personal space. "You do that yourself?"

"Who else would do it?" She opens the shed and wrinkles her nose at the distinct smells. "Careful not to touch anything. There's still some stuff that I need to reorganize and reseal. I don't know how anything may interact with you, and I don't want to see you get hurt or possessed."

Satoru's smile turns into a frown. He looks so put out by her caring for his wellbeing. Kagome clucks her tongue. Poor guy must not be used to people caring for him or he doesn't know how to show it. Explains why Megumi-kun can be so emotionally constipated sometimes. Even if Satoru isn't his dad, the apple does not seem to be falling far from the tree.

"So, where are these fingers?" Satoru asks, right as she hits the light switch. He lets out a low whistle and she can feel the curiosity brimming behind her.

"They should be around here," she answers. "Told Gramps to put them somewhere I can find them. The shed is filled with imp hands and feet, a couple of dragon scales, and even some swords made from neko claws. Kagome eyes the boxes she has not gotten to yet. How Gramps finds all this stuff is a mystery.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

Kagome whips her hand around and slaps the sword out of Satoru's hand. The demonic energy crackles and sizzles out. "What did I tell you about touching stuff?" She plants her hands on her hips and levels him with a glare.

"What the hell was that? It tried to..."

"Possess you? Yeah, that's why I said don't touch anything." Kagome sighs. "Honestly, maybe you should go back to the car and wait with Ijichi-san then? I just need to put a seal on these fingers and then I should be done here for the day." Kagome throws another glare at Satoru as she bends down to retrieve the sword.

She may as well put a seal on this one, too.

"You realize this place is a hazard?"

"Whose getting past my talisman?" Kagome rolls her eyes as she sets the sword down on the shelf and grabs the extra parchment and brush she keeps in the shed. "Do you need one?"

"Do I need what?" Satoru crowds her space. Even with the bandages covering his face, she can see how enthralled he is by her work. Personally, it's not all that impressive. These sorcerers must be pretty weak, then if something as simple as a seal is impressive.

"A talisman to keep you safe? I suppose I could put something together for the students as a welcome gift." She nods to herself as she moves to grab the box of fingers. At least, that's what the box says, so there better be fingers in here.

"And your grandfather interacts with this stuff?"

"He has a penchant for it." Kagome pulls out one finger and frowns at the sloppy work. Whoever did these seals did a poor job at it. "So, you don't want a talisman for home?"

Satoru ignores her question and instead plucks the finger out of her hands. "He has a penchant for coming across Sukuna's fingers?"

"Sukuna?" Kagome bites her lip. "Should we reseal them or just get rid of them?" Since he knows more about these fingers, she'll go off of his suggestion.

"These fingers are indestructible. Not even I can get rid of them." He holds out the finger and frowns.

"... So, we should get rid of them?" Kagome eyes the other fingers. Just three total. Hopefully, that's all there are of these weird fingers.

"We can't. They're indestructible. Better to reseal them and lock em away."

This time Kagome frowns. He can't get rid of them. That does not mean she can't do it.

"I'd like to at least try." She plucks the finger out of his hand and places her hand on top of her palm. Her powers sing to life. Warming her palms and making work of the finger. A bead of sweat dots her brow. This is tougher than the other weird objects Gramps has come back with.

"Hey!"

She ignores Satoru's complaint and focuses her attention on purifying this finger. Her body feels like a limp noodle. Oof, okay. Just one finger takes that much out of her.

"Ugh, I don't know if I'm up for any more missions today. Didn't think it would take that much out of me," she says, with a sigh. Kagome opens her hands and the finger fades to dust. "Please tell me there were only these three fingers."

Satoru grabs her palms and turns them over and then back again. It's a bit disorienting to not see his eyes. She can't get a proper read on him, but maybe she shocked him.

"How the hell..."

"I just purified it. Normally I just reseal stuff, so it's not an issue for anyone, but these fingers seemed pretty bad." Gramps is going to flip when he finds out she got rid of one of his latest finds.

"They're supposed to be indestructible. Binding vows."

"Binding vows?"

"It's something sorcerers or curses use in exchange for something."

"... Oh, but I'm not a sorcerer, though."

"I'm aware of that," he says with a frown. "And don't ever tell anyone that."

Kagome's brows bunch together. Why can't she tell people that? Isn't that the whole reason he asked her to come work at the school because her powers can help them?

"Because," Satoru starts, "a binding vow can have serious repercussions for those that break them. Even I don't know what those repercussions are, but it's enough that no one dares to go back on their vow if they can help it. So, don't tell anyone that the binding vows potentially don't have an effect on you because it can cause issues."

Kagome nods her head. She gets it now. Keep her cards close to her chest. "Well, okay then, I won't tell anyone else." She sighs, her shoulders drooping. Man, that took a lot out of her. Maybe she needs to do this weekly. Or monthly. Ugh, she hasn't felt this drained in years.

"There were twenty fingers, but since you got rid of one, we're down to nineteen. I don't know where they are." Satoru scratches the back of his head. He's so tall that his head nearly hits the lightbulb.

Or rather, his head should have hit the lightbulb, but his infinity must be preventing that from happening.

"Why would someone want to put a binding vow on some fingers?" And what kind of demon has twenty fingers? Err... curse.

"There is an extremely small chance that if someone were to consume one of these fingers or anything similar that the previous sorcerer could come back. Like a reincarnation. Sukuna is considered the strongest curse user in history, so no one wants him to come back for obvious reasons."

"What happens if someone eats these, and Sukuna doesn't come back?"

"They die. A curse could get a power boost." He shrugs, seemingly done with the conversation. Instead, Satoru's focus seems to rest on an imp hand.

"Alright, well, I'm exhausted now." Kagome reseals the other two fingers. "I can walk you to the car." She ushers Satoru out of the shed and puts the seal back in place. It won't keep Gramps out, but it stops unsavory individuals from accessing the items inside. Help them all if someone got hold of one of those swords.

"You're really gonna ditch me?"

"Purifying that finger took a lot out of me. I'd rather not chance it, plus I got some papers I need to grade."

Satoru is silent as they walk down the steps. There's tension in his shoulders. Does her getting rid of the fingers bother him that much?

"You sure you don't want to come with?" Satoru leans against the driver's door, preventing Ijichi-san from getting out. He tilts his head to the side.

Kagome gnaws on the inside of her cheek. Why is he so insistent she comes with him? Could it be because he needs her help? She sighs and nods her head. "Fine, I can watch your back if anything gets out of hand. But then, no more missions for today."

Satoru's mouth pops open and it looks like he wants to say something, but instead, he chuckles and opens the back door for her.

These sorcerers must truly need all the help they can get, since no one else has been able to get rid of even one of those fingers.

"Were you able to reseal those fingers, Kagome-san?" Ijichi-san asks from the front seat, his gaze catches hers in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, I—"

"Drop us off at the next spot. I'll take Kagome home afterward," Satoru interrupts, his knee brushes against her. There's plenty of room in the car for both of them, but Satoru is insistent on invading her space.

"You're taking me home? With what car?" Granted, they could take the train, but she has no idea where this next mission is located, so it must be a ways off and not close to anything if Ijichi-san is driving them. That or Ijichi-san drives Satoru around regardless of how close the mission is.

"I don't mind taking Kagome-san home," Ijichi-san says.

"Don't you have a meeting to get to afterwards?" Satoru throws an arm back along the seat. His fingertips graze her arm.

Kagome shivers.

"Just drop us off."

"It's alright," Kagome says, needing to break up the stuffiness. "Not like I'm not used to taking the trains, anyway." There must be a reason Satoru does not want Ijichi-san sticking around. She shifts, trying to get more comfortable. For some reason, she feels she can trust Satoru. Even though he is a bit... quirky. He means well, and he clearly needs her help. "I can put up a barrier when we get there."

"Aren't you tired? I can put up a veil."

Kagome wrinkles her nose. "Your energy has been in knots since we left the shrine. I can manage a barrier so you can focus on the mission."

Satoru angles his body towards her. "Can you feel just me or Ijichi too?"

Kagome pauses. She focuses on Ijichi-san, but the only feeling she gets from him is that he has cursed energy. It's different. "I can feel the curse energy inside of Ijichi-san, but it's different. Not like a visual thing. Yours is all knotted up like you are stressed or pent up."

Satoru wets his lips and then leans back. "Definitely pent up."

"Do you need like a massage or to meditate? Meditating always helps me when my powers are being funky." Jeez, these sorcerers do not understand the basics of taking care of themselves. She is going to have her work cut out for her when she starts teaching at the school.

"I could use—"

"Looks like we're here," Satoru quips, practically throwing the door open in his haste to get out of the car.

Huh.. perhaps the backseat is cramped with both of them in it. She'll just have to ride upfront with Ijichi-san next time, so Satoru can be more comfortable.

"Thanks for driving us. I hope your meeting isn't too long," Kagome says to Ijichi-san as she gets out of the car. Satoru hands her, her bow and quiver from the trunk. "Are you sure you are okay?"

Satoru's energy is even more twisted up than before. If this keeps up, he might not be able to complete this mission.

"I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me," he says with a grin. He throws a look over his shoulder at Ijichi-san, but with those bandages covering his eyes, it's hard to tell what he's trying to convey. Tires screech behind her. Well, whatever Satoru was trying to convey must have gotten through to Ijichi-san for him to take off like that.

Kagome stifles a yawn as she sets up another barrier around what seems to be an abandoned home. The overgrown grass is a dead giveaway. "If you need me, just flare up your energy and I'll come help you out."

Satoru snorts.

She ignores that. "And then when we get back to my apartment, I can help unravel those knots."

"Ya sure you don't want to get involved?" His tone is teasing.

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Don't you have a mission to finish? You may have all day, but I'm still tired from earlier." This man is infuriating. Not as bad as Koga, but he's definitely the type that flirts with himself in the mirror.

He flashes her a smirk and heads into the house.

Her phone buzzes. Please don't let it be Hojo again. Oh, it's just a text from Mom. Kagome reads through the messages. Thank goodness they left when they did. InuYasha didn't tell her he was gonna stop by today. She'll have to visit him and the others later.

Mom: Oh, and Inu said that there was a weird smell by the shed.

Kagome: Weird smell? Well, he may have smelled Satoru. I stopped by earlier, but no one was home.

Mom: Satoru?

Kagome: Bye!

Kagome shakes her head as she puts the phone back in her purse. No way is she letting Mama meet Satoru. That's just asking for trouble.

"Whose Inu?"

Kagome's heart tries to claw its way out of her chest. What the hell? She snaps her head up and Satoru's greets her. When did he get behind her? She saw him walk through those doors. Is she so out of it she couldn't sense him sneaking up on her?

"Mission done?"

"Yep," he says. "Whose Inu?"

Kagome turns and pushes Satoru back. "You are so nosy. I don't look over your shoulder and read your text messages."

"You can't look over my shoulder," he replies cheekily. "Was just curious is all since he could... smell me. Must be a strong dog shikigami."

Kagome blinks. He thinks InuYasha is a dog? Well, he is a dog, but Satoru thinks InuYasha is like a dog, dog?

"Why are you so pent up, anyway? Are the curses too strong?" Kagome drops the barrier and walks alongside Satoru. She isn't sure where they are, but Satoru seems to know where he's going.

"Curses have nothing to do with it." He huffs. "And I'm the strongest."

Kagome tunes him out. Yeah, he says he is fine, but his energy has been getting more tangled up. That can't be good. She pats his arm and squeezes. "It's okay. We'll get you sorted out. My purification is just really effective because it's pure against cursed." She smiles warmly.

That's probably what's bothering him, but Satoru shouldn't get so worked up about it. She lets out a small amount of energy. Not enough to fully untangle his knots, but enough to calm him down until they get to the apartment. Satoru lets out a shaky breath.

"Can't do that kind of stuff out in public."

Kagome wrinkles her nose. Why not? Oh, because someone may take notice. But how is that really different from when she puts up a barrier? She's still using her powers, regardless.

Whatever.

"I didn't use that much. Just enough to keep you stable until we get to the apartment. Speaking of which, how much further is the train station from here?" She doesn't mind walking, but it feels a little strange to be walking the streets with her bow and quiver.

"Need me to carry you?"

"No? I'm wearing a skirt."

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that. Are you sure you want a skirt for your uniform? What about a nice pair of baggy pants?"

Kagome scoffs. Baggy pants? "Not my style. A skirt is easier to move around in."

Satoru lets out a long-suffering sigh, as if she just told him that the world is ending. Kagome gives his arm one last squeeze and then lets his arm go. Satoru makes a strange noise in the back of his throat.

"What's wrong with my skirt?"

"Nothing. It's a perfectly fine skirt. Totally great for fighting curses."

Why does it sound like he's lying?

"Are you lying?"

"Me? A liar?" Satoru laughs. "It's Ijichi, you have to watch out for. He's always giving me the wrong schedule and then I'm late for my meetings with the principal."

"Ijichi-san?"

"Mhmm."

Kagome lets the conversation die down until they arrive at her apartment complex. There's no way, sweet Ijichi-san is this big liar. If anything, Satoru seems to be the one that likes to tell tall tales. She hangs up her things and motions for Satoru to follow her.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Kagome points to the couch. Her stomach clenches. There's something about Satoru being in her apartment that feels different. Not sure if it is a good different or a bad different. Satoru man spreads on the couch and makes himself right at home as if they have been friends for years.

"You just let strange men into your place like this?"

Kagome rolls her eyes. She's been doing that a lot more. "No, but if it came down to it, I could take you."

Satoru's mouth pops open and then he promptly closes it. "I would like a glass of water, please."

She blinks. He said please? Oh dear, this must be more serious than she thought. Kagome turns on her heels and grabs them both a glass of water. She hands him his glass and sits next to him on the couch.

"How do you want to do this?" He sets his glass down and fiddles with his jacket.

"What are you doing?" she asks, slightly alarmed.

"Aren't you giving me a massage?"

"Not that kind of massage." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "That one is on me. I guess I didn't explain all that well." She sets her glass on the table and reaches for his hands. "It's more like an energy massage because it's your cursed energy that is tangled up, not your muscles."

Okay, his muscles are probably tensed too, but he can go to a masseuse for that.

"Just close your eyes and relax." She closes her own eyes and allows her mind to focus on unraveling the mess he's made. Satoru sighs as each knot comes undone. When she opens her eyes, his cheeks are red. There's a flush to his pale skin.

Weird. She's done something similar with InuYasha, and he never reacted like that. Maybe it's because Satoru's energy is cursed and InuYasha's is demonic?

"How do you feel—"

"I gotta go." He warps out of view.

Kagome frowns. Gojo Satoru sure is a weird one.

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen #kagome fanfic #crossposted on ao3 #jjk gojo

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FFXV: Dig My Grave, Chapter 1

Originally posted July 30, 2022 on AO3 Summary: Two thousand years ago, Ardyn and his brother founded Insomnia as a haven for supernatural creatures then had a falling out that echoed through the ages. Now, Somnus' last mortal descendant might be the newest reason for war between the brothers. Final Fantasy XV Vampire AU

Ships: Ardyn Izunia & Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ardyn Izunia/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Tags: Dark, Politics, Ardyn Izunia being Ardyn Izunia, Ambulatory Wheelchair User Noctis Lucis Caelum, Vampires, Prejudice Against Humans

New mortals at the club were a common sight, there was a higher turnover than most with the little "accidents" that could happen and there were enough rumors to keep the thrill seekers coming.

Ardyn did not normally pay them any mind, sat as he often was in the VIP lounge with some of his favorites, drinking and discussing upcoming political maneuvers, but there was something about this one--their alluring scent, the calm beat of their heart, something--that drew his attention along with most of the other vampires in the room.

The newcomer was young, perhaps verging on too young to really be there, but they were beautiful enough he could understand why the bouncers allowed a fake ID through, even just seeing them from the side. Their hair was dark and shined a myriad of colors in the light of the club, the only real color against their pale skin and all-black ensemble. Small, but not too small. Fit, but not too muscular. He did not normally pay attention to newcomers, but this one he thought he might make an exception for.

And then the mortal turned to face him, unmistakable blue eyes meeting his, and if he still needed his heart to beat or his lungs to breathe, he thought he'd be in trouble.

Not, though, as much trouble as Noctis would get him in if the wrong sort caught wind of this.

He waved him towards the entrance to the lounge and gave the security guard there a mental nudge to let him in. The leer he gave Noctis got him another, far more painful mental touch.

And the guard wasn't the only one leering, the gazes of the club making Ardyn have to fight back a snarl.

"Uncle Ardyn," Noctis greeted with familiarity as soon as he was close, and it was enough, for the moment, to watch the horror melt onto the faces of those around him.

"My dear Noctis, what a pleasant surprise." He pushed whoever had been beside him away, opening a space on the couch for Noctis. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

While never the most emotive, Noctis still shot him an impish grin as he took the seat. "Oh, just the usual--seeing if it's possible to give gramps a stroke."

Someone made a choking noise nearby, surely realizing that "gramps" was Somnus, Ardyn's counterpart, brother, and worst enemy. Most everyone else in the lounge stayed quiet, still, as though waiting for something awful to happen and unsure whether running or hiding was their best option.

Ardyn laughed, patting Noctis' head (unsurprised to find it filled with product to manage the artful spikes). "If only that were possible. But if you wished for a spot of clubbing, there were...safer options to choose."

Noctis shrugged, leaning into the touch like a flower towards the sun. No one dared touch him at home and the poor boy had always been starved for physical affection whenever Ardyn had seen him, something he'd thoroughly taken advantage of to win him over despite being a "creepy old dude."

"Are there, though? Who's going to want to piss off both you and Somnus?"

Noctis looked smug enough that Ardyn entertained the idea of reminding him that Ardyn had no issue with upsetting Somnus, but Noctis was being too amusing to scare away so early into the night.

He motioned to a server to bring over some drinks and then sent a glare around the room, indicating to everyone they should at least pretend to go back to normal.

"And are your minders lurking around somewhere, too?" he asked to gauge Noctis' current sentiments.

The scowl would have been answer enough. "I gave them the slip earlier, unless something comes up they won't know I left until I get back."

"That's my clever boy." Smart enough to know that they would find out, though having lived over half his life with vampires, Noctis knew most of their abilities well enough, at least when it came to the clans under Somnus' rule.

Noctis preened at the compliment, leaning closer. "The clubbing thing is kind of a front, anyway. I actually wanted to talk to you, without any of them listening in."

Ardyn raised his eyebrows and glanced around the lounge again, checking to make sure none of his brother's spies were in attendance. He often allowed them in to keep track of where they went and what information they had access to, but he'd have to kill any that overheard that.

Deciding it was safe enough, the lounge filled only with those beholden to him and the mortals they had under their thrall, he looked back at Noctis. "Oh? I'm intrigued."

Noctis rolled his eyes. "I need a favor."

"Oh, dear, are you sure?"

"I get it, okay, it will cost me. But I figure the price will be pretty easy to work in."

Ardyn wondered what it would be. He'd broken it to the boy years ago that he couldn't "free" him from Somnus, which as far as he was aware was the only thing Noctis could want. He had a large trust with very few restrictions, servants who would do nearly anything for him, and knowledge that most mortals would never obtain. There were, perhaps, some areas of the city and surrounding lands that fell under Ardyn's domain where he wouldn't normally be allowed, if he was feeling adventurous, and some species of immortals who he hadn't met yet, if he was feeling reckless.

"I want you to take my virginity." The sudden silence, again, made it clear that no one had actually stopped listening.

Perhaps there was one other thing, then, that Somnus and his people wouldn't give Noctis.

"I'm flattered."

Noctis' shoulders sank. "But won't do it?"

Ardyn held up his hands. "I did not say that, dear Noct. Please, allow me to speak." The look he received made it clear that Noctis knew he couldn't stop Ardyn from talking if he wanted to. "What was the price you were thinking of?"

He would do it for nothing more than the act, for the knowledge that Somnus would eventually learn the truth of Ardyn corrupting his last living descendant, but he'd always take more if offered.

"Well, I thought we'd do, you know, the whole thing. With you drinking from me, too."

Ardyn saw a few of the vampires around him licking their lips and he very nearly did the same. While a mortal, and so many years removed, Noctis still had magic in his blood, the sort that had attracted Ardyn and Somnus' own sire. Delicious, and in this case more or less forbidden.

"You trust me that much?"

He shrugged. "I think you don't survive to be as old as you are without some self-control. And killing me like that won't be half as fun as me going back to Somnus' place stinking of you."

They would have hours, yet Ardyn found himself wishing for longer. To take Noctis completely apart, to have him in every way. He doubted Somnus would let the boy out of the house again for years after this.

Original Author's Notes:

I'm sorting my drafts into a new order and digging up a bunch of old stuff. This has two other parts that are not at all finished that I may write more for and post up. This started as a Kindred: The Embrace AU (no lie, it was going to be Nyx/Noctis and if you know KTE you can probably guess what was going to happen lol) and then just...went completely different haha

#theme: vampires #theme: dark #ship: ardyn/noctis #ship: ardyn & noctis #title: dig my grave #theme: politics

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Minific idea: One night Gentaro came home exhausted (physically & mentally) after rare stressful day of work. Before he entered his home, he practiced his 'happy face' to not make Kengo worry. Just as he about to open the door, Kengo opened it from the inside. Gentaro immediately put his 'happy face', greet Kengo as usual and goes inside. However before Gentaro goes further in the house, Kengo hug him and tell him "It's fine, just let it out". Gentaro's tear broke out & he begin to cry in Kengo's shoulder.

Poor Gen :((( The pure space boi doesn't deserve this...

Gentaro leaned his forehead against the wall outside his apartment, trying to get his breathing in check. "Alright Kisaragi, get it together... no need to worry Gramps and Kengo..."

He straightened his jacket and tie, and put on the biggest smile he could muster, even though just thinking of even trying to smile was exhausting him more than he already was. It had been a long day. Too long a day.

He fished out his keys, and was about to put them in when the front door opened. "Kengo!" he said, in what he hoped was his normal, boisterous tone.

Kengo didn't look fooled one bit. He sighed and side-stepped to let Gentaro in. Gentaro tried to keep his act together while he put his shoes into the rack and grabbed his slippers.

Before he could step up from the genkan, though, Gentaro found himself being hugged from behind, his lover's arms winding around his waist. "Ken...?"

"I know what happened. Ohsugi-sensei called me." Kengo muttered into his back. "It's okay, Gen. It's just me here, Gramps went out with some friends and won't be back till later." He tightened his hold on Gentaro. "It's okay. You can let go."

Gentaro felt his mouth wobble, and his vision started to blur as tears filled them. His knees turned to jelly, and Kengo eased him down onto the step as he collapsed. He turned in Kengo's arms to bury his face into Kengo's shoulder, shaking as he allowed himself to break down, crying.

Gentaro cried for what felt like hours, Kengo rubbing soothing circles into his back and whispering sweet nothings, not minding the tears and snot that soaked into his shirt.

When he finally felt a bit calmer, Gentaro pulled away and sniffled into his sleeve. "T-There's only two times when a man is allowed to cry..." he blubbered.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. When his wallet gets stolen, or when he gets dumped." Kengo chuckled, soothing Gentaro's pompadour. "But I'm not ever dumping you, so maybe having a rough day should be your second reason."

Gentaro managed a watery smile. "I guess you're right." He sighed, feeling much better than before. "Thanks, Kengo."

#kamen rider fourze #kisaragi gentaro #utahoshi kengo #otp: when your bf is cosmic energy in human form #minific #gnr2012 #forgive me fruit jesus for i have hurt the pureness #gen-chan i'm so sorry ToT

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lee-scribbles-and-doodles · 3 years

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S3 Ep1

Haha, I'm in danger

Oooh, the menu screen already has an edgy feel to it wtf

I KNOW this is the season with the angst IDK if I'm ready tbh

Opening narration?

This is so ominous

White Gorilla?

Haha his name sounds like skunkape

Pfft, the boys like him even though he's a tool

There's a cathouse in their prison

The narrator has a very punchable face

Girl Stinky!

Oh? We can play as Max?

Wow, OK, so they just go straight into Max having powers

Wait, is Stinky dating Skunkape?

Not gonna lie, this tutorial is a bit tedious

Harry!

Ew, he's nearly nakey

Aw, Sam hugged Max to teleport

Max is a little too excited to be a bazooka

"Say hello to my little buddy!"

Oh thank God the tutorial is over

This narrator is super fucking pretentious and I want him to shut up

Sam patting Max's head in the opening is cute 🥺

It kind of ruins the surprise factor to have shown us so many of the toys so early tbh

Wait, why can Sam see Max's visions

Skunkape is full of bs

Omg what does this narrator have with actually starting at the beginning 😒

The Commissioner just called to check in I guess

Sam just treats Max developing powers casually

"Toys... toys... we must prepare the toys!" "That's just a typical Friday night for you, Sam!" 👀

"We could just give ourselves tongue baths, like cat and flight attendants do." "Well, OK I guess."

Seriously, how does someone walk away from these games an not realize these two are love interests

I accidentally went into the spaceship early

Oh hey, moleman death.

Also the brain is dead and we need to revive him

Superball!

Sam immediately pulling out his gun when Skunkape gets creepy with Max 🥰

"Does the general want a banana?"

Ok let's go back to the spaceship

Not sure if I like the future vision. I'm not the best at these puzzel type games but I'm worried it'll make it too easy.

Also what does skunkape want with the molemen?

C.O.P.S. are freeloaders now

They don't like Skunkape because he brought advanced technology to earth

Bluster Blaster went to Vegas with Bosco

The demons in the Desoto aren't so bad as long as we "don't turn on the ac."

"Why do we have jumper cables, neither of us know how to use them." "It's simple, Sam! The red cable clamps to the left nipple and the black cable--" "Neither of us know how to use them legally, Max."

Let's got to Stinky's!

Flint Paper us here!

Oooh, it looks different.

"Where do you keep all that change?" "In my sock, of course." "You're naked, where do you keep your sock?" "That's... none of your damn buisness."

"But your the only hairy, overweight, domineering control freak I need, Sam." "Gee thanks, Max. ...I think."

Let's talk to... Flint 😍

He just wants to focus on his spaghetti which, y'know, fair

Whoops, I made Sam try to sneak into the kitchen

Pfft ge immediately Blairs Max when he gets caught

Girl Stinky still refusing to call the boys by their names

Ok so the fry cook is missing and she's most likely lying about the power core

Of course we can't just take the demon broth

I missed Grandpa Stinky 👴

Wait, wouldn't Girl Stinky be his daughter, not his granddaughter?

Stinky knows about the space gorillas???

Time to go in the sewers!

Blah, Sybil and Abe are still together 😓

Let's visit Mama Bosco

Ooooh, Sam's scared of Mama Bosco's house

I just realized Sam and Max were the ones to cause her death (it was an accident but still)

Mama Bosco is trying

Sam & Max blipped out existence for a moment 😮

Max is refusing to go through the moleman tunnel

"I miss touching things." "Yeah, touching is my third favorite thing to do to things." *Sam and Mama give him weirded out looks* "In case anyone was curious, the second is licking."

Mama Bosco, honey, Skunkape is clearly evil

Mama basically confirming Max is going to explode. Is that where the angst comes in

Sam deliberately hitting the traffic cone made me laugh

Ok, I think I know what to do

Got the broth

Aw, Girl set herself and Gramps up for relationship councilsing.

Why the heck isn't Girl Stinky's cellphone number showing up!?

Omg I forgot to give Flint the helmet I'm so stupid that's why it didn't show up

Wait is Flint married to someone named Doris?

Flint though Stinky and Sam were in, ugh, "cahoots"

Oh, Doris is his allergy specialist

Ok, I got the battery

Yay, the brain is awake!

Oh, he almost rated us out to Skunkape by accident

Max has "the gift"

Max wants to pee on Skunkape

Superball!!!

"I'm president of the United States, why didn't I hear about it?" "It's explained in books, sir." "Oh, right."

Max holding Superball's hand 😭

Oh, wait can we go in the mole room

It's a giant toaster?

Ew all the mole juice is on the floor

Sam immediately goes to hug Sam for the teleport

"ENJOYING THE RIDE SAM!?"

"Note to self, when traveling through Max's brain, keep your eyes shut!"

I tried traveling to Sybil, it didn't work 😢

Oh, Girl Stinky's cellphone!

Oh, Grandpa Stinky has the badge

He gave all that money to Skunkape???

He's in skunkape's army now... great

Poor Max can't reach Stinky to kill him

Oh wait, I think I know what to do.

Haha suck it Gramps

Aw, Skunkape doesn't appreciate him 😢

Let's go back to Mama Bosco

Oooh, Shiny pidgeon

"It's an engagement ring." "Sam, this is so sudden! I-I don't know what to say!" "Quiet, bonehead!"

Can... Can I use the ring on Max?

I can!

The fact that Sam seriously considers proposing to Max right there has me like 🥺💕

At least they're married in the cartoon 💍

I'm just going to play that cutscene again

The doorgorilla won't let us in let's teleport

Ok then! We got thrown out

Let's use the crimetron

Aw, they named the thingy bobber from the sewer Carol

Oooh Pizza

The pigeon actually ate the phone

"Pick up that phone, Max." "I'm not touching it!" "*sighs*"

Oh cool, I like pawn shops

Sam, honey the fact that you could pick up a manhole cover at all is impressive. Those things can weigh anywhere between 70-300 lbs.

New headcanon that Sam has super strength, he's just oblivious to it

Haha, and I thought the space ape was going to slip on the peel

Oh wait, I think I just figured out how to get rid of the space apes at Momma Boscos

Hahaha gorilla fall on other gorilla

Ew, naked mole man

Max looking adoringly at the toy store

Oh, so this is the part they get kidnapped

Ew, the narrator is back 😕

"You'd be surprised just how many fetishes there are that involve Sam and me."

Oh, so Girl Stinky and Skunkape aren't dating

Skunkape sent her a dick pic?!?!?

Oh wow, he really turned it around on us, huh.

How did they not notice the bomb on Max's back until now

Sam smacked Max and now he's just.... hovering in the air

Well, that was easy to get out of

Mama Bosco saved us sort of

Queen 👑

Oh Momma, you crazy inventor

Oh, so we're turning their building into an alternate dimension

"You keep coming up with creepy disaster scenarios that always end with you eating me. It's getting annoying." "If you don't like it then stop looking so damned tasty."

Molemam cultists

The boys' first instinct upon seeing a creepy box is to pull a pandora

Max pointing and laughing as Skunkape gets sucked away is everything

Ew Narrator is back again

Skeleton Sam and Max????

#general skun-ka'pe #lee plays sam and max #sam and max freelance police #sam & max #sam and max #freelance husbands #sam & max freelance police #freelance police #girl stinky #mama bosco #grandpa stinky #agent superball

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theanoninyourinbox · 3 years

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Longstar AU Three to Tango part 2

Sorry this bit took longer, had some personal issues to deal with, but we’re all good now. I also realized I added a plot point too early, and removed it. Alright back to cats!

While out hunting, Cinderpaw falls from a tree, injuring her hind leg. Lionpaw carries her back to camp, and brings back a strange stick as well, saying he just thought it was neat. Fireheart is worried that due to her being a reincarnation of a crippled warrior, that she might have similar leg problems. Lionpaw butts in, saying that she’s not the same cat; even if her spirit resides in Cinderpaw, Cinderpelt is a far different cat. Darkmoon is touched by this wisdom, but then looks at Lionpaw to see him staring off into space, with the AOL dialup tone playing. Canon continues until...

Riverclan! They proclaim their camp is unusable, and Jaypaw sneaks over to see a bunch of twoleg kits running around. Unfortunately he’s caught, but it’s Uncle Hawkfrost, who just sends him home with a stern warning. A few nights later, Lionpaw has a strange dream about tunnels, and an orange-and-white tomcat, and a nearly hairless elder. Canon continues until...

The Windclan kits go missing, and the Three join Breezepaw and Heatherpaw to look for them. They find the kits in the tunnels, but the water begins to rise. Lionpaw, remembering his dream, tosses the kits on his back and leads everyone to safety. Canon continues until...

The Tribe! It goes mostly as canon, but with the Three bonding with their father, trying to get him to bond with Breezepaw somewhat successfully, and immediately adopting Purdy as their “Gramps”. Crowfeather, Tawnypelt, Foxflight, and Stormfur rekindle their friendship, with Tawnypelt apologizing to Foxflight about Brambleclaw, and all four reuniting with Feathertail. While watching battle training, Lionpaw asks Feathertail what works best for her back, determined to gather new knowledge for any future injuries. Canon continues until...

After the fight with the intruding cats ends, Hollypaw is covered in blood and little cuts, but shows her brothers a brand new scar on her belly that should have been a fatal wound, but instead healed up. Lionpaw tells her that he can tell it doesn’t hurt because he would feel it. Hollypaw says what? Lionpaw says what? Jaypaw, remembering the dream-sharing he did with Lionpaw that one time, decides Starclan is involved and didn’t tell them. Starclan you beTTER EXPLAIN SO HELP ME I’LL GET GRAN-GRAN INVOLVED!!!!

Gran-gran Yellowfang yeets down from Starclan to kiss and holler at all her descendants, and gives them the Prophecy, explaining that their parents didn’t tell them because they were unsure who it involved, and she refuses to keep it a secret anymore, citing that the last time she kept a secret Brokenstar happened, giving a short explanation. The Three agree to not be mad at their family, because that makes sense.

Storm and Brook decide to stay with the Tribe, and after a tearful farewell, the Clan Cats leave. When Hollypaw gets back to camp, she has another dream about Tigerstar and Brambleclaw, now insisting they can train her to be the best warrior ever. When she wakes up, she grabs her siblings, parents (Crowfeather and Swiftpool are having a sleepover), aunt and uncles, and her grandparents and great-uncle and the beans get spilled about the Prophecy and the Creepy Cat Dreams. Everyone panics! But they unpanic when Sandstorm, who was woken by the ruckus, points out that maybe the panic was the point? Maybe if we stay calm and ignore them, they’ll either stop or make a move. Everyone agrees, but this plants the seeds of doubt and anxiety in Hollypaw. Did they pick her because she’s weak? Canon continues until...

Windclan and Thunderclan both start finding each other’s prey on their land. Mudstar and Longstar both agree someone is trying to start a fight, which happens when some younger warriors from both sides start a tussle. Mudstar says until they figure out who’s doing this the clans should stay apart. This leads to Swiftpool and Crowfeather being separated for a time. A little while later, Berrynose, one of the troublemakers, says he saw a lion walking around camp, no it wasn’t Lionpaw I swear! A little later, Fireheart, Darkmoon, and Lionpaw are gathering herbs, and discussing when Fireheart should retire, when Sol strolls up, say oop sun’s gonna go out, and yoinks out of ther before Darkmoon can grab him. Canon continues until...

The free for all, triggered by some idiot in Windclan, starts, and the Eclipse happens. Everyone except for Jaypaw and Longstar panics, and Sol strolls off to Shadowclan, with a ghostly Yellowfang throwing cat-cuss words at his back. He still convinces Blackstar to forsake Starclan.

Back at Thunderclan, Hollypaw, Jaypaw, and Cinderpaw are promoted to Hollywish (for her great-grandmother and grandmother, and her hopes for the future), Jaywhisker (for his alternative senses and long whiskers), and Cinderheart. The clan cheers them on, with Swiftpool at the front, and Lionpaw at her side, comforting her because his father can’t be there. Flyshadow cheers from the nursery because she’s pregnant!! Canon continues until...

The Three sneak onto Shadowclan territory, and see poor Littlecloud get grounded by Blackstar. On their way back, Tawnypelt catches up to them, with her kits Emberpaw (Flamepaw), Goldenpaw (Tigerpaw), and Dawnpaw in tow. They want no part of a Starless Clan. Longstar welcomes them to Thunderclan as long as they need shelter. Canon continues until...

Millie and her daughter Briarkit become ill, and the illness begins to spread. Lionpaw has a visit from Raggedstar and Runningnose, and grabs his siblings and the Shadowclan apprentices, hoping a plan can be hatched. Jaywhisker and Flamepaw come up with the tree plan, and are as surprised as everyone else when actual Starclan ghosts show up to holler at the Shadowclan cats. Blackstar is convinced, and throws Sol out with a Goofy Ya-ha-ha-hooie! Canon continues until...

Longstar loses a life to the Greencough in camp, and Lionpaw asks Jaywhisker to dreamwalk Kestrelpaw, the Windclan Medicine apprentice, to find out where the catmint is. After locating it, Lionpaw goes to get it, and is spotted by Breezepaw, who looks a bit happier? Lionpaw is delighted his half-sib is doing well, and Breeze paw admits that he and Crowfeather hashed things out a bit, then tells Lionpaw to get on and go. Lionpaw returns to camp with the medicine, and at the next half-moon, is named Lionblossom (for his “blooming spirit” and he gets petals stuck in his fur) by a proud Darkmoon. When he goes to sleep the next night, he has a dream about tunnels and tribe cats, and a pretty molly named Half-moon. Canon continues until...

The Fire Scene!!! Foxflight gets stuck on the other side of a flaming wall with her niece and nephews, and makes a daring leap to grab a branch. As she maneuvers it across the fire, a shadowy figure approaches. In a flash, a dirty grey tabby leaps on the branch, blocking her way back!! Oh whatever will she do?!? She tackles him, knocking the tom head over tail into the fire, and saves her family. Lionblossom has to be carried out, as he’s writhing in agony, feeling the pain of burns from the mysterious stranger. He recovers shortly after, and no body is found in camp. However, right before the next Gathering, a Thunderclan patrol finds a burnt corpse by the lakeside. Flamewish, part of the patrol, thinks he looks familiar, but Graystripe is behind her, too horrified to speak. He manages to sputter out that he recognizes the scarred pelt when Longstar approaches, and immediately identifies him as Darkstripe?!?!? Wait what!???!!! That night, Hollywish is visited by her Least Favorite Ghosts, but behind them is a smoky tom, both in pelt and in stench, and her doubt increases...Canon continues until...

Bluestar yells at Yellowfang for telling her descendants the prophecy. It was supposed to be a secret, yells Bluestar. Well so was Brokenstar and look where that got us, Yellowfang hollers back. The two glare at each other for a while until Runningnose and Redtail break them up.

Back at Thunderclan camp, the cats are discussing how Darkstripe survived his throat being shredded, when the newly promoted Breezepelt and Heathertail enter camp. They spotted Sol on Windclan land carrying a Thunderclan bird, and watched him plant it on Windclan territory, explaining the prey problem. Longstar sends a patrol out to look for him, and the bring him and this other hanger-on that refused to leave him. The Three grab their Gramps Purdy and escort him to the elder’s den, are you comfy Gramps, oh here let me introduce you to Mousefur. Canon continues until...

Briarkit is attacked by the snake. Honeyfern leaps in the way, getting struck in the eye, and Lionblossom makes the painful split-second decision to to an eye-ectomy on the spot. Luckily, Fireheart heard the screaming and was rushing over to help, and finds both Honeyfern and Lionblossom on the ground writhing in pain. Honeyfern is rushed to the Medicine Den, where she makes a miracle recovery - her eye and the hearing in that ear, and her ability to have kits are gone, and she’ll most likely be wobbly for life. Honeyfern and Berrynose mourn their lack of future kits, but Poppyfrost insists she’ll carry kits for them, and the three can raise them together. In the forest nearby, a seething ghostly Mapleshade confronts a shimmering Frecklewish, but both stalk off without a fight. At some point around here, Coldlight confesses his feelings to Sandstorm, who tells him she needs to think about her feelings. He respects her wishes because he’s sensible, and needs to emotionally recover from his love confession, because Coldlight’s drained by feelings. Canon continues until...

At next Gathering, Mudstar and Blackstar both want a piece of Sol. Longstar counters that holding him prisoner keeps him from doing more harm, and Mudstar agrees, ending the cross-clan conflict - Crowfeather promises his kits he’ll visit shortly. Back at Thunderclan later, Hollywish thinks she’s talking to her father and confesses her fears and anxieties. The shadowy cat tells her of course she’s evil, and no one actually loves you. A teary Hollywish rushes off, past her brothers, and into the tunnels, and they collapse behind her. Crowfeather pins Sol to the ground, and he laughs evily.

Meanwhile, Whitewing’s kits and Flyshadow’s kit sleep peacefully.

Dun Dun Dun! And that’s all for now!

#Longtail #Longstar #longstar au #Warrior cats #warrior cats au #warriors

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lu-undy · 3 years

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Chapter 106 - SBT

Here it is!

“Alright, here we are."

"Meow." Perle sat down and Soot imitated her. A couple of weeks had passed since the birth of the kittens now and they had opened their eyes fully.

"Mundy, I would rather stay outside, I really don't think that-"

"No." Mundy cut Lucien's speech. "No excuses, no half-truths. We go together." Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy and sighed. "Don't look so sad, Lu', you're not the one takin' risks here."

"Of course I am." Lucien answered. "If this whole idea fails, who is going to carry your sorrow with you?"

"I… Yeah, I'm sorry." Mundy sighed and adjusted his grip on the basket he was holding in his arms. The kittens were squeaking and squealing gently there.

"It is fine." Lucien answered. "Mundy?"

"Yeah?" Mundy raised sorry eyes to his lover.

"Je t'aime, mon loup. You will make it."

[I love you, my wolf.]

"Hope so… C-Can you knock on the door for me, please?"

"Before I do," Lucien raised his eyes to Mundy. "Take a deep breath."

Mundy melted and his shoulders sank. He smiled, albeit sadly.

"Love you, Lu', you're my everythin'." He whispered and their eyes locked, both blushing.

Lucien raised his hand and gave the dark brown door a few knocks.

"Oh, hey boys, come in, please…" Caroline opened the door and let both men through.

"Who's that?" Mike asked from his sofa.

"It's Micky and Lucien." Caroline answered while throwing a mildly scared glance at Lucien. The Frenchman nodded to her.

Mike appeared at the living-room's door, his hand on the door frame.

"What d'you want?" He bluntly asked.

Perle took a step forward and her fluffy hair spiked everywhere along her spine. Soot joined her, standing defensively between his wife, his children, his fathers and grandmother, and Mike.

"The cats had babies, we've come here to show them to Mum and you, Dad." Mundy answered.

"Pff…" Mike looked down at Perle and Soot. They were showing their fangs and hissing.

"Pearl, Soot, no." Mundy said, but the cats disobeyed, their posture was defensive. "Please, guys…"

The old man took the stairs up and disappeared.

"You guys come in and make yourselves at home, I'll go and talk to him." Caroline almost whispered to them, and both men agreed.

They sat in the living-room, Mundy on the sofa and Lucien on the armchair. Mundy put the basket on his lap and Perle jumped to her little ones. Soot helped her bathe them all.

"I'm not so sure it'll ever wo-"

"Shh." Lucien cut him. He was pricking his ears up, trying to hear what Caroline and Mike were saying, but to no avail. "I cannot hear them…" He finally gave up. "Not with the babies mewling that much."

"Bah…"

"Meow." Perle took them out of the basket one by one and lay down. The babies were hungry and the Mummy had felt it. She started feeding them when Caroline and Mike came back downstairs.

"So! Where are my great-grand babies…?" She excitedly asked.

"Here, Mum, look."

Caroline took a seat next to Mundy.

"Aw, look at them… There are… four! They're adorable! How old are they?"

"Just two weeks today." Mundy answered.

"Aw…" Caroline stared at the little ones feeding from their mother who was trying to bathe them at the same time. "Do they have names?"

"Yeah, Lu', c'mere and tell Mum."

"Uhm, of course…" Lucien rose from the armchair and crouched in front of the sofa. "This lady here is Marshmallow, this one is Inky, and then we have two brave little males. This black one is Bushcat, or as Mundy calls him, Bushkitty, and this white one with black paws is Glovy the Second."

"The Second?"

"Yeah," Mundy answered. "Previous litter had a similar kitty but with inverted colours and we called him Glovy. He liked his food a lot too, a bit like this one. He's always the first on his mum's milk and the last to go away from her. He even sometimes falls asleep still sucklin'..."

"Poor baby…" Caroline smiled. "Ooh, they look gorgeous, look at their eyes…! Bushkitty has one green and one blue, eh? That's very pretty!"

"Yeah, one from his mum and one from his dad."

"Congrats, Pearl, your babies are gorgeous…!" Caroline gently patted Perle's head who closed her eyes under the tender gesture. "Mike, come have a look-see, they're adorable…!"

Lucien went back to the armchair to leave some space and Mike approached, not without glaring at the man…

"Listen to them mewl, aw, cutie pies…" Caroline insisted, trying to get a reaction out of Mike, but the old man remained as lively as marble.

Mike took one more step and Soot jumped to his feet to hiss and show his fangs, digging his claws on the couch's armrest. Perle's ears were pulled back too. She curled on her babies defensively before slowly rising to her feet as well.

"Right. They don't want me to get close." Mike sighed.

"Pearl, you get down and Soot too. What's this now?" Mundy's voice was authoritative and it surprised everyone in the room, from Caroline and Mike, to Lucien. The cats immediately stopped and Soot withdrew to Mundy's lap. "There. And stop hissin', we raised you better than that."

"Meow…" Both adult cats lowered their heads apologetically.

"It's ok, but don't hiss like that ever again, not at Dad's dad, alright?"

"Meow."

He scratched Perle and Soot's heads.

There was a second of silence in the room. Everyone was processing what had just happened differently. Lucien was melting on his seat, only he didn't let it show. He didn't know Mundy could be authoritative, and gosh, his insides were molten lava.

Caroline was overwhelmed by the pride she was feeling. If this was what Mundy was like as a father, then her job on that planet was done. He knew when to step his foot down but showed compassion too. The mother couldn't help but take some pride for herself, surely Mundy had learnt that from her, at least a bit?

The one whose emotions were hidden as well as Lucien's, was Mike. God only knew what he thought of that, but he came closer and sat at the edge of the sofa, on the armrest. Perle looked at him intensely and turned her head to Mundy, who nodded.

The lady cat carefully approached the old man, who was offering his fingers. She smelt them from a distance and got closer, ever so slowly. Soot jumped on the sofa and tended to the babies.

Perle looked in the direction of her Papa, who nodded too. He wanted to speak, but Lucien was trying to make himself as small as possible in the room.

The lady cat finally brushed her head against Mike's fingers gently. The old man softly scratched her and she purred, her meows wrapped around the rolling of her purrs.

"There ya go, baby, this is your Gramps, he's nice."

"Meow?"

"See how I'm your Dad?"

"Meow."

"Well this is my Dad."

"Meow?"

"Yeah, this is my Mum, and my Dad." Mundy explained.

"Treat her like your kid, huh?" Mike finally broke the silence.

"Yeah, she listens." Mundy said and scooted over. He pulled Perle to himself to create some space and Mike joined them on the couch. Caroline and Lucien exchanged an eager gaze.

"Lucien, d'you mind helpin' me with the tea?"

"Of course." Lucien took the bait and followed Caroline out. They went to the kitchen and shut the door. Then, both promptly stuck their ears to it…

"So, how've you been, Dad?"

"Not too bad. Last week, we sold most stuff at the market. With the extra, I had the car fixed."

"What was wrong with it?"

"The cylinder head gasket needed replacin'."

"Ah, fair. Is it fixed now?"

"Yeah, it's alright now."

Both were nervously petting Perle while the little ones mewled and explored the sofa, wrestling with each other while wobbling on their short legs.

"And uh… What's up with you, son?"

Mundy's ears pricked up at "son".

"Not much. Been busy with these fluff balls. Hard to raise them proper with the daytime job and all, but we manage. Lu' works in the mornings, I take the afternoons, unless there's an emergency."

"They're alright? Growin' well?"

"Yeah, so far, so good. Today's their first day outside the house."

"They're curious, eh?" Mike said as Glovy and Bushcat tried to climb on his thigh.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I can take them back…"

"No, no, they're fine." Mike gently let his finger run on the little ones' heads, and Mundy grinned. "Son?"

"Yeah?"

"I uh… I still don't get it." Mike said in a serious tone. "For Lucien and you."

"Ah yeah, well… It's uh, it's alright. You don't need to-"

"No." Mike cut him short. "I… I wanna understand this. Been talkin' to your Mum about it." He scooped Glovy and petted him between his hands. "I don't know, son…"

Perle took Bushcat in her mouth and gently dropped him on Mike's lap. The young black male curled down and looked up at Mike.

"I listen to your Mum, see? She's been tellin' me a lot about you and Lucien. Every time she visits you guys, she comes back and tells me about it, gives me the news."

Perle took Inky and dropped her on Mike's lap. She sat down there and didn't move.

"I don't get it cause I don't feel it in me. Never felt more for a bloke than just bein' friends. Hell, it never came to me that you could be more. And we didn't raise you like that, son, nah, we didn't. So of course, I thought about it all for a long time. Where the hell could you have got the idea from? You can't have just thought about it on your own, can you?"

Perle finally took Marshmallow and brought her to her great-grand father's lap. The poor kitten lay down, curled in a ball against Bushcat, she seemed afraid.

"But then, when I thought I could never get it, I asked your Mum. And as always, she knew."

Perle lay down, curling her body around her babies, on Mike's lap.

"She asked me why I chose her. I told her that it was because she was kind, and pretty, and compassionate… I went on until I couldn't think of any words anymore. D'you know what she said then?" Mundy shook his head. "That your Auntie Sally was the same." Mike chuckled and Mundy smiled. The old man laced his arms around Mundy's shoulder. "Then she told me that there is no rhyme or reason as to why I chose her. Yeah, she's nice and all, but lots of other girls are like that too. But your mum has somethin' special that speaks only to me, on the inside, somethin' that no one can put into words. And that's why I chose her."

Mundy smiled at his father's dreamy eyes. He could clearly see that even after all these years, Mike still loved Caroline, a bit out of habit of course, but the feelings deep down, they were still the same.

"Then she said it was the same for you and Lucien. You chose him cause he's nice and all, but also, there's stuff you can't explain to me, you can't explain it to anyone, but when you think of him, it feels alright."

Mundy nodded.

"Y'know, I still find it a bit weird but… I'll try. I can't promise I won't give weird looks, I'm sorry, it's just so strange to me. But that doesn't mean I don't love you, Micky. It's just that I'm a bit… surprised, if that makes sense."

"Does that mean you're ok with Lu' and me?"

"I'm… I'm tryin' my best, son and uh… I'm sorry I didn't just understand it sooner." Mike pulled Mundy in an unexpected hug. "I made your mum and you worry about me and for what? Cause you were happy with a bloke. God damn it, I asked Maurice and he told me he was a war hero that Lucien of yours, did you know?"

Mundy nodded, returning his father's hug and holding him close.

"Y-yeah, I know."

"He's… Maurice told me he's a hell of a guy, traditional, and honest, hard-workin' too."

Mundy nodded again.

"Micky?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you really happy with him?"

The Aussie closed his eyes.

"Yeah, I am."

"For sure?"

"Yeah. He saved me and sacrificed everythin' for me, even his own self. I won't find anyone else like him, Dad."

"Right. Then, please go and get him out of the kitchen, I need to talk to him." Mike gently pulled himself out of the embrace.

"Alone?"

"Nah, bring your mum too."

"Ok… Uh, Dad?"

"Mh?"

"Thank you." Mundy smiled.

"Heh, I should be the one apologisin' and you're thankin' me? Gosh, son…" Mike ruffled Mundy's hair. "You're a good boy. Now go and get Lucien."

"Alright."

Mundy went to the kitchen and gestured to Lucien and Caroline to come. They brought Caroline's usual tray of tea and biscuits.

"You wanted to see me, Mike?" Lucien asked.

The old man gently scooped the kittens out of his lap and Perle helped him remove them. He then stood up to Lucien and looked up at him.

"You sit down next to me."

Lucien nodded and obeyed, Mundy went to the armchair.

"Now you listen here… I talked to Micky. I talked to Caroline too. I'm not sayin' any of this makes sense to me at all, alright?"

Lucien nodded.

"I wanna ask a few things."

"Pray do."

"What d'you think of my Micky?"

Lucien took a deep breath.

"He is… unique. Without a doubt, he is the most compassionate soul I have ever met. His unconditional love for you and Caroline speaks at length for his faithfulness, his patience and his loyalty. I have seen him show love for his family, for his friends, and for animals in an outstandingly respectful way. I have also seen his wrath and his frustration, and I admire him for them too. There is something beautifully frightening in seeing a man so gentle become furious. But as of late, I have had the privilege of seeing a more confident Mundy, and what a sight… I think you have raised an example for the human kind, Mike. You might not even see it, or not the way that I do, but please hear my words and believe them."

Mike had listened, frowning all along and nodding from time to time. From the armchair, Mundy was shaking, his limbs were trembling silently as his jaw clenched.

"Is Micky happy with you?"

"This is my only worry." Lucien answered. "I strive to make his life complete, to make him feel as whole as possible. If in your eyes I am not doing enough for it, then please understand that no one else on Earth would do as much as I have, and I am not exaggerating when I say that I am, and will remain, the only person who will go to unthinkable ends for Mundy's happiness."

"Lu'-"

"Son." Mike raised a hand to silence Mundy. He turned to Lucien again. "You takin' care of him as best as you can?"

"Oui."

"Hm." Mike nodded to himself. "You… You really make him happy, huh?"

"More than I thought I could make anyone, including myself." Lucien answered.

"And d'you have plans for the future?" Mike asked.

"Neither him or I are young anymore. I do not plan anything else but live with him for as long as God allows it. Whatever his wishes, whatever he dreams of, I shall know of it and bring it to him. Those are my plans for the future."

"Hm…"

Mike remained silent for a minute that seemed like an entire life and a half for everyone in the room.

"Meow…" Perle moved her babies to both Lucien and Mike's lap before sitting on Lucien's lap. She raised a paw to him and he gently held it and put it back down.

"Attends, ma chérie, je parle avec Mike, c'est important."

[Wait, my darling, I am talking with Mike and it is important.]

"Caroline?" Mike asked.

"Yeah?"

"Anythin' you wanna ask him?"

"N-no…?" She answered surprised.

"Well, c'mon, y'have to, we can't let Micky go with him without askin' a few things…!"

"Mike, they already are together, what are you on about?"

"Yeah, but you know that this isn't about them bein' together, it's about you and I givin' our blessin'."

Mundy's eyes watered up. Lucien saw it and looked at Perle before nodding in direction of the poor Aussie, melting on his island of an armchair, further away from the action. Perle turned her head to her Dad and both Soot and her went to comfort him. The kittens squealed in Lucien and Mike's lap, seeing Mummy further away, but both men kept them warm in their palms.

"I have nothin' to ask, I've seen them. I've seen them and I've heard them at home, they're… They work perfectly, Mike, they might even work better than you and me!"

Lucien was sandwiched between Caroline and Mike and leaned back on his seat to not block their conversation.

"C'mon, Carrie, ask him one thing at least, just for good measure…!"

"Right, right…. Uh, Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"Will you excuse Mike and his century old manners with you?"

"Carrie!" Mike exclaimed and Lucien smiled.

"Non, please, I am an old man, and a man of tradition too. It is only normal that Mike asks me a few things." Lucien tried to calm both parents down.

"See? He gets it!" Mike said.

"Oh well then, now you agree with Lucien, Mike, hm?"

"Course, I do! He talks sense! Now, please Carrie, give us some tea, throats are dry here and we can't think anymore."

"Right, right… Here, Lu', pass this on to the old man from the last century, yeah?"

"Of course, Mike? Here is your cup." Lucien handed him the cup that Caroline had given him.

"This is for you, Lu'... And this is for… oh?"

Mundy had been staring, his back hunched and tears were streaming down his face.

"Mundy…!" Lucien put his cup aside and the kittens on the carpet before going to Mundy. "What is wrong, Mundy?"

"Step aside, son, I think this is for me to handle."

Lucien felt a hand on his shoulder and withdrew.

"Stand up, Micky."

The Aussie pushed on his wobbly legs and Mike pulled him into a hug, to which Mundy couldn't resist and burst out sobbing, his knees gave up but Lucien held him from behind and helped him stand.

"Dad…"

"Shh, son, don't cry… What's Lucien gonna think, eh? Didn't raise you to cry like that, eh?" Mike patted his back and held him close. "What's yer… uh… companion gonna think, eh?"

"Dad…" Mundy sobbed again, the only word he repeated was Dad for long, long minutes of wringing himself.

"C'mere now, sit down." Father and son took a seat on the sofa. "There, there, thanks, Carrie. Look, your Mum's handin' you a tissue, yeah, wipe that mess off yer face, good boy… Now, can you speak?"

Mundy's breath was hitched, his whole ribcage was trembling in erratic waves.

"Y-yeah… I-I'm sorry… I…"

"Now, now, shh… You have nothin' to be sorry about. I should apologise to both of ya. Sorry, Micky, I didn't want to be mean to you or anythin', I just thought… I couldn't imagine how you could be happy with a man. And you," Mike turned to Lucien. "You continue takin' care of my Micky, alright?"

"Oui, Monsieur." Lucien nodded.

[Yes, Sir.]

"See how sensitive he is? He's fragile, my boy. But he's strong too, eh? I didn't raise a sissy! He's strong and sensitive. He's my boy, and if I learn that anyone's been mean to him…!"

"Mike," Caroline answered. "So far you've been that one…"

"Yeah well, I was… not really bright, anyway! That's not the point, point is, I love you Micky, you're my boy, the baby we chose to raise and we both love you. As I said, don't expect me to not give you the occasional weird stare, I can't help it, you can't change an old man, but I don't mean any harm. I'm just… I'm just surprised, is all."

"Thanks so much, Dad, I…" Mundy hugged his father, clawing and clinging to him.

"There, there, it's alright… Now, Carrie, give the boy his cup of tea, he's lost lots of water and will need the hydration. There we go… Now…"

Everyone held their cup and Mundy turned to take Lucien's hand in his. The Frenchman blushed intensely.

"Lucien?" Mike called.

"Oui?"

"Did I tell you that one time we went fishin' with Micky and he caught a fish with his bare hands, or rather his bare foot?"

"Oh, non, I don't believe you have." Lucien smiled in anticipation.

"Well, it's not a flatterin' story, not at the beginnin'..."

"Dad, please…"

"Let me tell him, it's a good story."

"Dad…!"

"He caught the fish, see? But the fish caught him too! It was a vicious thing that grabbed his foot!"

"Oh, God…" Mundy hid his face in his hands.

"See, we were on a lil' row boat and Micky fell in the water trying to pull on his fishin' rod too hard. When he came back to the surface, the damn thing was on his lil' bare foot!"

Lucien chuckled and Mundy shook his head.

"Dad, he doesn't need to know that…"

"Yeah, he does. Now there was also that one time where he tried to hunt bees, now I'm sure you can guess how it ended, eh?" Mike chuckled. "Carrie, get us the photo album, Lucien's gotta see the picture…"

"Dad, no, please…!"

"Come on! It was ages ago, let me show him what specimen you were… See, he caught the bee in the end, but the poor thing stung him on his ear as it tried to escape and the poor kid got an ear as big as a frying pan!"

Caroline brough the photo album.

"Now, squeeze a bit boys, c'mere Carrie… There we go… Now, let's have a look, yeah?"

"Dad, do we really have to?"

"Yeah we do! Lucien has to know what kind of a kid you were. Now, where was I…?"

Perle gathered her little ones and with Soot's help, they all went on their parents and grandparents' laps. As it turned out, the kittens were as curious about the pictures as Lucien was.

The Frenchman turned his head to meet his lover's gaze and smiled. Mundy's eyes were still a bit red with the crying, but he grinned back, and he slid his fingers between Lucien.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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gogogobarry · 3 years

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BOMB (PT. I)

With comforting sunlight streaming through the windows of Canalave Library, Barry can’t resist throwing his head back to let out an instinctual yawn, his heels drumming restlessly against the floor. Across the worn, oaken table, both Rowan and Dawn sigh disapprovingly while Lucas opts to stare a hole in the ground instead. Again with this...

“Look, I can appreciate a good chat about evolution, philosophy, whatever you guys are talking about...but I gotta say, this is turning into another Celestic Town situation. All talk, no action,” the blond fires back, folding his arms defensively. “We know the mission: head to the Lakes and find Gramps’s special Pokemon...so let’s get going! Time is of the essence, people!”

“...Oh, and maybe I can kick some Galactic butt on my way up to Acuity!” he adds with a jaunty wink. “If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll even run into their big boss like Dawn did! Yeah, just wait until that guy gets a piece of my mind--I’ll show him why you don’t mess with anybody from Twinleaf Town!”

Fully self-motivated now, he leaps out of his chair to strike a powerful karate pose, eliciting an eyeroll from Dawn. As Lucas sinks further into his seat out of embarrassment, Rowan clears his throat and peers up at his unruliest “student.” When the Professor speaks again, his usually-stern voice is tinged with a subtle hint of sadness (Barry is young and so wrong about so many things, but not even Sinnoh’s sharpest scholar can steer Twinleaf’s freest, most innocent spirit away from inevitable catastrophe.) “...You may g-”

BOOM!

The placid afternoon is abruptly sundered by the sound of distant, rolling thunder...and then, dear Arceus, the quake begins. The library’s well-worn floorboards creak horribly alongside the straining of the earth, and dusty tomes tumble from the wobbling bookshelves. Rowan’s dismissal is abruptly cut off, Barry is knocked off his feet in the middle of a roundhouse kick demonstration (thanks, Maylene), and both Dawn and Lucas white-knuckle the wooden legs of their sturdy library table, both waiting out this freak occurrence.

And yet, as quickly as it started, the ruthless shaking just...stops, like a predator losing interest in its prey. Barry is gingerly picking himself up off the floor when he hears panicked footsteps--Canalave’s head librarian is sprinting over to the building’s ancient television with tears in her eyes, and a few moments later, the opaque screen flickers to life with Jubilife TV’s grainy skycam footage: a massive plume of black smoke rising from a dried-out lakebed. Everyone in the room pauses as the live reporter, her voice choppy and distorted thanks to a poor seaside signal, tries to speak over the helicopter’s whirling blades.

“Severe damage...Lake Valor...Galactic...Explosion.”

Barry is on his feet before anybody else, renewed electric energy coursing through his veins as he takes in the pixelated disaster. Despite the frustrating image quality, he can still see the unmistakable Galactic uniforms encroaching on the wounded space like scavenger bugs. For a brief moment, Barry imagines the skycam’s lens on him as he takes out swarms of grunts, protects the lake, and saves the day--yes, the thought of being a Sinnohan savior leaves him breathless. It’s unbelievably tempting.

So, when Barry hastily scrambles towards the door, blurting out Gramps! I'm going to the lake!, he’s careful not to name a specific lake. After all, he’s already abandoned his plans to blitz towards Acuity. Instead, Barry is willingly heading right into the center of an uncertain storm, directly into assured catastrophe.

Instead, he’s going to Lake Valor.

He’s going to be a hero.

[...part of Barry’s Memory Dex]

#barry journal #i feel like its my sole duty to repeatedly remind everyone of the most overlooked crime in pokemon history #why did i feel the overwhelming need to type this up during finals week??? idk...when you have the spark you have the spark LMAO #part II coming soon ofc...my poor dude :'(#barry pokemon #rival barry

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laserbobcat · 4 years

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Also I’ve had this magic AU in mind since I made this halloween drawing with Blue as a witch - probably because @imperial-palace and @red-sterling have been throwing witches around like crazy these days ;) Also I fucking love magic. It took all the space in my brain but I just CAN’T write it properly like I want so here’s Part 04 of my whatever-fuck-it dump! ------------------------------------ So Blue is the pokemon gym leader of Viridian City, and also a witch - a brilliant one at that. The viridian gym is safer than half the temples of Kanto and he boasts about it whenever he can. I mean, he’s from a nerd family after all, big brains, talented and all. His grandpa studies pokemon and pokemon magic and Blue helps him sometimes. His sister is a renowned healer. He wanders a lot (which annoys Lance big time, be there for the challengers Blue, for Arceus sake). He often checks the Viridian forest because it has a tendency to attract faeries, spirits and even sometimes demons. Nobody has been lost in it since he began keeping an eye on it though, putting protective spells everywhere and exorcizing whatever is causing trouble- he boasts about that too.

One day in the forest he stumbles upon this dude that’s just sleeping there on a grass patch under a pile a pikachus. (I need to draw that) Nothing to be alarmed -if the guy didn’t have those red eyes like only high ranking demons have. Blue freaks out and try to banish him - which has no effect. The man only seems bewildered and the pikachus are pissed off now. No spell seems to affect him, he has no magical aura whatsoever, the pokémon, included his own umbreon, seems to especially like him (pokémon are notably aggressive with evil spirits) and he appears so normal that Blue asks him if he think it’s funny to wear fucking demon-like contact lenses in the fucking forest. But no, those are his real eyes, and his name is Red, and “I lived on a mountain before but I got bored and wanted to see a forest. It’s nice here. Why are you looking at me like that?” Since Blue just can’t leave a goddamn demon wandering around the woods, he tries something else: a bonding spell. It works holy arceus. So now he has a probably demonic familiar (Gramps is gonna kill me) and tries to discover what the hell exactly is Red, since he himself doesn’t seem to know or care. The main tension I would put in this story would be, obviously, Blue falling for Red, because he’s a sweetheart, he’s fun, he’s clever, he learned to cook very well and plays a bit of Blue’s old dusty guitar, that’s adorable how he cuddles with every pokemon he sees, and have you seen his butt dammit. But demons are very well known for seducing people and eating their souls and other pleasantries, so it’s a big nope, what if this one is just very, very good at acting? I like the trope of extremely powerful creatures being dorks. Red would accidentally deactivate huge complex spells by just touching them “Sorry I didn’t see that” or carve a little pikachu out of wood to make a cute present for Blue, except the thing turns up to be an exceedingly powerful amulet that Blue would have to defuse if he doesn’t want to catch the attention of every faery in a 150 miles radius. He can’t use any magic on purpose though, and Blue often calls him the most useless magical familiar ever, to which Red answers “Shut up you love my lasagna.” The culmination of The Angst™ would be an event or information that would make Red fear for Blue’s safety around him and panic, breaking the bond placed on him (that was never really chaining him anyway) and disappear. Blue just gives up pretending he’s a very reasonable witch at that point, and go get his sexy roomie back, asking his childhood familiar Leaf for help. They end up finding Red in a dark cave up on that damned mountain he talked about before. Red tries to scare him away: and it’s convincing because he can be very, very scary now that he remembers how to use his powers - but Blue stands his ground and won’t leave without him. The argument that wins him over is “Dude I just can’t live without you lasagnas anymore” wich makes Red laugh so hard that he drops the toothy horrors illusions and just rush and hugs him. That’s also the moment Red remembers he’s actually an angel. He was so bored that he meddled directly with human things, had a magic accident involving a pissed off fire demon, and was trapped down here as a result, with most of his old powers and memories gone. But it’s okay, he shrugs, because Earth is way more interesting. “YOU’RE A WHAT?” ------------------------------------------------ THANKS GOD it’s finally out of my poor head. So blessed. Namaste.

#namelessshipping #trainer red #blue oak #green oak #pokemon #umbreon #Witch AU #fanfic #my art

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