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artificial-transmutations · 9 months

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Anger Issues

When Owen first came to this new city, in this new and foreign country, he was full of hope. A fresh start in an unfamiliar land. It was an adventure! The world was his oyster, and the possibilities were endless! He had just finished university and had a degree in art history, which should make it easy for him to find work.

As it turns out, that was a lie.

For three long, grueling months, Owen tried everything to make a living in the big city. The truth was that his degree often wasn't recognized, and even when it was, he wasn't considered qualified to do the job, often without any obvious reason. The financial reserves he had were draining quickly and his hopes of finding good and fulfilling work in the new city were getting smaller and smaller every day.

"You need experience to get a job, and you can't get a job without experience". Owen never realized how true this saying was until he had stumbled into that very situation. Desperate to get out of it, he finally found an unpaid internship in a museum for ancient art. It was a really interesting field for Owen, but it turned out his tasks were mundane and not related to the exhibits at all. Instead, he was confined to a small office room to scan and sort invoices - a tedious job and hardly what Owen had studied for.

So, one day, in his break, when he went through the exhibition as usual, a wooden figure caught his eye that was apparently brought here this morning. It depicted the torso of a man, showing a sculpted chest. The figure was cut off below the upper arms and above the legs. The face of the man was symmetrical and angelic, although frowning. Above the hair, it showed either a thick halo or some kind of hat.

Owen was inexplicably drawn towards the figure. It was well-preserved and Owen couldn't quite assign it a region or time period. Looking at the sign, Owen realized it had no information about this either. Clearly a curiosity!

Driven by his own desire for knowledge, Owen stepped closer, hoping to get a more detailed look. It was as if a faint whisper was coming from the grim statue, but that must have been his imagination. He reached out with his hand to touch the wooden surface, only to hesitate again. It was, of course, forbidden to touch the exhibits, but perhaps feeling the structure of the wood would help him understand the piece more.

As soon as he touched the surface, the whispers grew louder all of a sudden, and his fingers felt a slight jolt - but both sensations stopped immediately again.

Someone behind him was clearing his throat.

"Ahem. Owen. Do I need to remind you not to touch the exhibit?", Mr. Hastings, the director of the museum, said, looking sternly at Owen.

"Oh, no, Sir, I just thought... it might give me some better understanding..."

"Rules are rules." Mr. Hastings said, but he was smiling again.

Owen however felt a most unusual feeling bubbling up in him. At first, he didn't quite know where to put it, but it soon became very clear to him. He was angry! The rational part of his mind tried to understand why - there was no real reason. Mr. Hastings was right of course and judging by his smile, Owen really didn't have a problem. Regardless, he felt as if he had just been insulted the worst possible way. Before he could stop himself, he burst out:

"Do you know where you can put your precious rules? Fuck them! Fuck you! Fuck this whole place! You don't want me to do real work here?! Fine! I quit!"

Head steaming, Owen removed his museum badge from his jacket and threw it to the ground with such force that the plastic shattered. With another loud "Fuck you!", he ran off, leaving the befuddled Mr. Hastings behind, as well as the museum.

Only after he had walked a few blocks, Owens anger subsided somewhat. What has he been thinking? He should turn around and apologize at once!

Then again, it was an unpaid internship. Even though the way to quit this job hasn't been too professional, what was done was done - and perhaps for the better, too. He could focus on finding a better job now. There surely had to be something.

There wasn't. Owen had no better luck then before, but inexplicably, his tolerance for frustration had diminished. After the third denied application, Owen had become so angry that he actually punched a hole into the thin walls of his apartment. Alongside the anger, there had been some changes to Owen's body, as well: He seemed overall fitter and filled out his clothes better. He also found his libido increased somewhat. Where before he had jerked off perhaps once a week, he found himself hard now more and more often, and his hand was drawn to his cock even more.

Jerking off helped to cool the red hot anger somewhat that he found himself quite often in, so it was quickly becoming a daily thing. However, being constantly torn between being angry and being horny didn't leave much space for patience. His money was running dry, too, so, Owen finally accepted a job in a field that was far below his academic standards: He started a job as a fast-food cashier.

The red "FST" uniform, as the fast food chain was called, was tight on Owen's chest, when he started his first work day. They had probably given him a smaller size, even though they said it was XL. Owen was already feeling angry about that obvious mistake, but he swallowed his anger and let himself be introduced to the cash register.

The system was overwhelmingly complex. It had like a hundred different buttons, and Owen quickly felt his head swimming. It shouldn't be so hard to understand a fast food cash register, but apparently, this one was extra complex. Just his luck!

At some point, he just nodded as the manager showed him the functions of the device. The introduction wasn't very long, only ten minutes, but Owen didn't understand a thing. You really needed a degree for that monstrosity! Still, he was expected to serve his first customer right away, pure insanity.

The first order was easy enough, a plain hamburger and a coke, and after searching the right buttons for a good two minutes, Owen managed to put in the order. However, the second customer wanted a milkshake, too, and that was the final straw. They really couldn't expect Owen to juggle such complex orders in his mind AND put them into the machine. Angrily, he shouted out in frustration and let his fist come down on the cash register with full force, again and again. Of course, the thin metal and plastic yielded to his rage and the machine broke.

"FUCK THIS FUCKING JOB!"

This was the breaking point for Owen. Everything had gone wrong since he had moved to this fucking city. No job, no money, no nothing! He tried to wriggle out of the way-too-small uniform top but ended up ripping it apart instead.

The manager ran over and pulled him from behind.

"Stop that! Stop that right now!"

"LET ME GO! I QUIT!"

"You're going nowhere! You can't leave after what you've done!"

With an angry roar, the now half-naked Owen shoved the manager against the counter with full force and stormed off. He didn't care if the manager wanted to call the police, or sue him, or whatever.

As soon as he arrived at his shabby apartment, Owen took out his laptop and started looking for jobs. He didn't get very far, though. The computer was confusing, and Owen was still feeling angry from his last job. He finally managed to pull up his favorite porn site and started watching videos.

The normal porn he usually consumed didn't do a good job of calming him down today. He needed something rougher, something more primal. The female porn stars were too weak for the sex to be stimulating, he decided.

After clicking through a few more videos, he spied a thumbnail of two guys getting at it roughly. Brilliant. When there were only men involved, the sex would be much better. They wouldn't take shit from the girls, and they'd be strong. Much more satisfying.

Seeing two men having sex brought back his cock to full erection and soon enough, Owen splattered his cum all over his muscular torso.

As the post-nut-clarity set in, Owen realized he had a problem. He needed something to channel all that rage into before it destroyed his life entirely. After some research, he decided to join a Krav Maga club.

The raw brutality of the sport helped Owen to tune off the complicated world around him and made him feel happy for the first time in weeks. He trained often and hard, quickly stacking even more muscles on his already impressive frame. Of course, Owen wasn't clever enough to grasp the techniques of the sport, so he just substituted it by raw strength. A lot of kicks and hits found their way into his face, but he was healing quickly as well. Over the course of a few weeks however, the brutality left its marks in his face. His nose looked crooked as if it had been broken and his jaw looked manly, but not exactly beautiful.

Still, joining the club was the best decision he could have made. He met some new friends, who set him up with a new job as a warehouse worker. Carrying crates and heavy barrels from one place to another was the perfect job for Owen. He didn't need to understand what he was moving, nor did he have to do any paperwork (not that he would have been able to - Owen had his trouble with letters and numbers, which left him pretty much illiterate). He just needed to do what his manager said, and he was happy for it.

Besides the Krav Maga, he found another outlet for his anger issues. Since he couldn't afford his flat anymore, Owen moved in with a couple of garbage workers he met at the warehouse. As it turned out, they, too, were gay and enjoyed it quite a lot when Owen split their cheeks roughly, not holding back one bit.

#male transformation #muscle transformation #dumbing down #straight to gay

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mxlti-stxn173 · 10 months

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BOYFRIEND PARK GUNWOOK

He would be the most amazing bf ever. Gunwook would have a good balance between protective bf and soft bf.

If you two were in public he’d unconsciously stand a bit behind you. He’s rather put his hand on your waist or back than holding hands. Kinda like he was making sure nothing’s behind you or now one is behind you, as if he’s your bodyguard.

His No# 1 love language is act of service.

Even though Gunwook is protective out of nature he knows the line. He wouldn’t be that guy who would scare off people as if you were incapable of handling anything, almost like an alpha male 🐺.

He’d care so much abt his s/o.

Like imagine:

In the midst of a shopping spree, Gunwook and you scanned through clothing racks side by side. As you browsed, Gunwook sensed an unsettling presence nearby. Glancing discreetly over his shoulder, he caught sight of someone shamelessly leering at you, particularly in your lower regions

Once the guy finally moved away, Gunwook refocused his attention on you, placing his left hand gently on your waist, reassuring you of his presence. Oblivious to the previous encounter, you looked back at him, and as your eyes met, his initial stern gaze softened into a tender expression.

"Wook, do you think this looks good?" you asked, seeking his opinion. A soft smile graced his lips as he replied, "Hmm, it looks good, but I like this better."

Later that day, Gunwook decided to confide in you about the unsettling situation. He believed in honesty and transparency in your relationship, and he didn't want to keep anything from you.

🤍🤍

Gunwook definitely would tease you a lot.

He’d want his partner to also be his best friend.

This man can go from 😏 come here bbg 😘 to 🙂please let me lay on you even though I might squish you🥺

This man would give you butterflies left and right 😵‍💫 he’d have no shame skin ship or saying complements.

He would listen to every little thigh you say. He’d also remember or try to remember every little bit about you.

Gunwook has very expressive eyes. All of his emotions can be in his eyes. At first it could be a bit intimidating. But it just shows how much he cares.

He would be the dream high school boyfriend. He’s smart, tall, cares a lot about people, sporty, fine😮‍💨 everything. (I still can believe he’s real)

He doesn’t get jealous if you were with his members at all. If anything he’d want you to be good friends with them.

As said before he care SO much about his s/o. He wouldn’t think anything is ‘disgusting’ like periods, being sick, having one of those bad day faces. Like nothing would make him disgusted. He would take so much responsibility over you at times.

But he also would want a relationship where he can be freely vulnerable and soft (or sub? I couldn’t think of any other word)

On some days Gunwook would come home from work and just flip right on top of you before getting into bed. No matter how big he is, he put his head on your shoulder and his hand on your waist while entwining your legs together.

A big softy

He want his relationship to be kinda mature .eg. becoming comfortable enough with each other where skinship isn’t a big deal. Where kissing is normal and not sexualised (idk how to explain it).

Gunwook would LOVE hugs. He just loves how small you are in his arms. Just imagine his hands being the size of your back. Almost as if he was a blanket.

He’d do anything for you. If you say you want kisses, he’ll give you 100 more. If you say you want to play mermaids, he’ll be your merman. If you say he’s a teddy bear, he’ll be a teddy bear and let of cuddle him. Ofc he love anything you say.

He’d love kissing you. He would OFC ask for consent. Then after a while for both of you it just became a habit of kissing each other multiple times a day (389 to be exact,jk)

Gunwook would cup your face in his hand holding your cheek while softly stroking it. His eyes would show so much love. He’d pour his whole heart while kissing you. Once he pulls away he kisses you forehead and rests his head on top of yours while hugging you.

I need gunwook 🥲

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 #zb1net #zb1 scenarios #zb1 park gunwook #zb1 gunwook #park gunwook #gunwook smau #gunwook #zerobaseone #zerobaseone imagines #boys planet 999 #park gunwook x reader

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spotlightlowlife · 4 months

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Stolas Missed opportunity. He's a Helluva good villain.

Imagine a story where we have a someone who is respected royalty but doesn't hold the same degree of responsibility of others, a nepo baby who doesn't run a region and doesn't appear to run a business, free to chill in his palace and deal with his boredom and frustration by abusing his power and status, by calling on someone to entertain him, entertaining being of the sexually nature and the entertainer being of the uncomfortable corner commoner trying to better his life variety.

Once an innocent child who made a friend for a moment with a kid who was paid to hang out with him, he would form his first ever connection with another, however after decades of absence this one sided friendship would escalate to the transactional exchange mentioned, initiated by him when he was sad and mad and could do with a pick me up. He had no issue using someone he had a taste for but was ultimately disposable as a springboard to cause a scene and fallout.

This same someone grew up in his palace void of any parents but with servants who, are as far as this society is concerned, a social class just a step up from animals who superiors are welcome to treated as objects.

The awkward fuckbuddy is of this class.

All this alone would be the making of a great powerful villain. All this is Stolas content.

Only there's much more to it and it only makes things worst.

His backstory that was clearly intended to make us sympathize with and like him more, only it all added to his villain origin story.

There is no sex positivity surrounding his character, he was betroved as a small child following rare quality time with a powerful, very out of touch parent who just got done buttering him up, he was forced into a marriage where there was mutual dislike and forced to have a child as a teenager. This chaos was bought into his home. He remained in this marriage where he is regularly berated because he wanted his child, the only person he's decent to aside from his superiors, to live a normal life..

What does he know about normal?

At this point his perception of every and any relationship could be off.

Stolas is a lot like two fictional villan characters the audience root for dispite their victims being totally innocent.

Stolas is pretty much Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) and The Beast (Disney's Beauty and the beast).

With Patrick, so many similarities, hanging out at the social mixers he has no place being at, decadence and superiority, existing to work, the meaningless sexual relationship, sex negative interactions with sex workers, zero relationships with family (excluding Octavia who Stolas was made to have), many acquaintances to tolerate, zero regard for those with nothing and little proof of self awareness and understanding decency because both are very privileged and powerful individuals living in a hell like place where they can do whatever they want with no consequences because those they hurt don't matter.

Only this Patrick has had a spark light in him when he finally saw a plaything as a person and someone heroic, this was after Blitzø helped find Octavia, not that he had any choice in that matter, not like he was ever at fault for her absence i the first place that occurred on Stolas's watch at home as he entertained himself bickering over the phone during a visit and the grimoire she stole is her dad's property which he fails to safeguard away from home.

Accountability is lacking with him and generally highlighted when it comes to Octavia, the previous occasion he failed to hear his daughter the first occasions we saw him think about his ways.

His love for his daughter is evident, yet these examples show how much she is needed in his journey to decency.

Still there's a common audience trigger right there, he's not a great dad.

Stolas is comparable to The Beast as someone else who grew up in his own castle being raised by the workforce who would one day have an 'agreement' of sorts forced upon him. Years pass by and it takes that one person who he trapped but began to warm to for him to learn some decency, over time he wanted the best for this person even if that ment giving them freedom.

Though Disney's Beauty and the beast is child friendly, the beasts was pretty ferocious (totally lost in that bland live action) and Belle did have few options but to reluctantly be in his company. Belle, like Blitzø, is a strong willed and quick thinking individual (with an attraction to books), they may not seem the typical victims but this doesn't take away from their situation.

In other news.

Stolas has the most beastly looking transformation.

Mammon has been put forward as the leading powerful villain and as interesting as whatever his revenge could be, he's quite frankly adorable in comparison to Stolas. Ozzie, Mammon and Bee pretty much got bigger and a little more detailed whilst Stolas has the most intimidating looking transformation, one that appears to step outside of the artstyle.

His other form also got the most sinister introduction, he truly got to be creative and show us how twisted he was when he went to rescue I.M.P, the company run by his plaything who has his grimore, the transaction for sex.

He has been right there the whole time. It's unfortunate that the tone and a lot of the audience seem so opposed to a character intended to be a loved and charismatic figure also being controversial and certainly in the wrong. We have a sympathetic predator who appears to be learning and growing.

#helluva boss fandom #unpopular opinion #helluva boss stolas #Helluva boss criticism #wasted potential

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contrivedcoincidences6 · 29 days

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gracefully, trying to get a fucking grip

Summary: Gale finally makes his move in act 2 but the dark urge struggles to take hold. AO3 link Pairing: Resist fDurge (Nyx)/Gale

Notes: This was inspired by some gorgeous art by @kudzuoath The wild magic surge that happens is #39 on the dnd wild magic surge table I felt like none of bg3’s limited options were as whimsical as I wanted for this.

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“Shadowheart!” Nyx shouted as one of the ghouls slashed through Gale’s throat and knocked him to the ground. She shot a panicked glance away from the winged Flaming Fist in front of her to try to spot the cleric only to see her standing between Isobel and a ghoul, not even registering the sorcerer’s shout over the chorus of screams that rang throughout the inn.

Nyx quickly shot off a burning hands spell at Marcus before she misty stepped over to the wizard’s side. Lae’zel took her place in front of Marcus, blocking his path from the rest of the party refusing to let him pass and swinging down on him. Within four swings she had him disarmed, on the ground, and finally dead.

It wasn’t over, of course, but with the biggest threat out of play, she took a moment to focus on Gale. His face was pale, eyes closed, hand grasping at the gaping wound on his neck.

She ran a gentle hand over his hair as she poured a healing potion over the wound on his neck before shooting off a quick-spelled magic missile killing the ghoul that stood over them.

Gale’s eyes opened, they were unfocused but he was alive.

The final seconds of the battle unfolded around them but Shadowheart did find a moment to send a healing word Gale’s way that fully sealed the flesh of his throat. As the last ghoul was defeated the cries of terror died down into a general horrified silence. They’d spent the battle trapped in Isobel’s room and she shuttered to think of what carnage awaited them on the first floor.

Most everyone ran from the cleric’s room to go assist the refugees and Harpers but Nyx stayed with her wizard for a minute, feeling the enormity of what they were facing for the first time as she stared at the mutilated former flaming fist that lay across the room.

A weak cough brought her attention back to Gale who was holding her hand and looking up at her with a look she’d seen from him quite a lot the past couple of months; unmasked longing. He hardly ever tried to hide it, a trait she admired as someone who played all her feelings close to the chest.

“How are you feeling?” Nyx asked after feeding him another potion and helping him into more of a seated position, though still in her arms. She didn’t feel ready to let go of him just yet and found her fingers tracing the delicate black lines that ran from his eyes down across his cheek. He was warm and alive and watching her with shining eyes.

“Much better thanks to you,” Gale said, a smile on his bruised and bloodied face.

They were both quiet for a moment which might have been awkward if it wasn’t so charged.

He broke the silence first, “It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.”

He looked away briefly before continuing with slightly less confidence, “I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation.”

Nyx could feel a grin spreading across her face as his eyes finally met hers and he asked, “Have you ever read anything on that subject?” “Read it? I could have written the thing,” she said lightly but felt a pit in her stomach as she remembered the euphoria that usually accompanied her kills. She buried those thoughts though, something she was very good at doing, and focused instead on the handsome wizard.

“I believe you,” he reached up a hand to cup her cheek, “you never look so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening…”

Nyx raised an eyebrow at him as her pace picked up a notch.

“Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking. But standings at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more,” his fingers weaved into her hair and she leaned into his palm, closing her eyes for a moment.

She’d wanted Gale for most of this journey she couldn’t even remember where she’d first felt it, possibly from the moment she’d pulled him from the portal, and until just a couple of days before he’d been beyond her reach.

But she could have him now, she moved her fingers further along the lines on his face down his neck until her hand was resting over the orb and it began to glow faintly beneath her touch.

Before Nyx could say anything a throat cleared nearby and she looked up to see an aggravated Shadowheart.

“Jaheira is asking for you, whenever you’re done mooning, of course,” she bit the words out at them but Nyx could hear the humor behind the irritation. The Sharran was gone before Nyx could reply and the two of them shared a laugh at her abrupt exit.

“Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside,” Gale said tiredly as he tried to sit up more fully on his own. As he began to move out of her embrace though he kissed her cheek and added, “For now.”

The kiss was sweet and chaste with a promise of things to come but Nyx wanted more and before he could leave she grabbed his arm and pulled him into a kiss. Two months of pent up passion released between them and Nyx could feel her always tenuous hold on her wild magic slipping as his hands landed on her waist and pulled her body against his, drawing a small moan from her.

All of the glances between them, the intimate moments cut short for fear of setting off the orb, the nights she’d touched herself and imagined him burst out between them in a wave of wild magic.

She would suppose later they were lucky she didn’t summon a lava mephit instead, as if it had been choreographed, flowers and moss sprung up at their feet. They hardly noticed the new foliage as they kissed, lost in the moment and in what was to come.

Nyx’s tongue slid between his lips and with a groan the wizard pulled her even closer. Peaking from beneath his robes the orb glowed brighter than it had a moment ago, its danger stripped by Elminster, she was able to simply enjoy the effect she was having on him.

The purple glow slowly brought her back to her senses, if they didn’t get a move on Shadowheart would be stomping back in here again any moment. And so with a sigh, she pulled away, laying one more peck on his lips with a grin.

Swiftly Gale bent down and grabbed a lovely yellow flower that he tucked into her circlet.

“Tonight?” She asked, her tone was breathy, she couldn’t be bothered to pretend any longer.

He nodded and cupped her cheek. “Till then.”

She stayed behind a moment to quietly retrieve the tadpole from Marcus, feeling as disgusted about using them as she had the first time but also unable to deny how much they helped. The room was a mess a far cry from the quaint comfortable quarters they’d entered just a few minutes ago. It felt like the statue of Selûne was watching her as she looted Marus’s corpse and an unbidden fantasy played before her eyes of bludgeoning the cleric to death with it.

“No,” she whispered to herself, to the urge, “I won’t do it.”

A sense of vertigo took over and the need to kill Isobel became one of the strongest urges she’d ever felt.

She took some deep breaths and tried to stuff the feeling away again but as she continued to persist her head began to throb, pain worse than a rusty Goblin blade to the gut, she was blinded by it. The memory of the bard surfaced in her mind and a cold dread filled her, they would not linger at the Last Light her control was hanging by a thread.

Through the pain, Gale’s concerned voice sounded, “Nyx? Can you hear me? Shall I get Shadowheart?”

Fear gripped her at the thought of him seeing the monster that lived inside of her but the sound of his voice and the feel of his arms holding her up cleared away the worst of the nightmare, Gale had always chased away her darkness.

“Sorry, just vertigo, I’m alright,” Nyx said and gritted her teeth against the headache, “been a while since we’ve eaten.”

Lovely brown eyes watched her with concern but he nodded his head, taking her at her word, and leading her out of the room.

“Then let’s get you something to eat,” he said with a look of adoration she didn’t deserve.

Flower and fungi trailed in her wake as she went but when Gale pointed it out with a smile all she could see was a trail of blood and ruin.

Ignoring the madness creeping in she smiled back, she was such a good liar she’d almost convinced herself.

#durge x gale #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #Gale and Nyx #the dark urge #bg3 dark urge #gale romance

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mcufan72 · 1 year

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This oneshot got a bit long so I'm going to update it in three parts! I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Caught you !

Loki x fem! Reader

18+, definitely/Enemies to lovers/idiots in love/some harsh language, some harsh actions/sass/ angst/hurt/some inappropriate behaviour/self-gratification; I hope that's it

Part 1

How much you loved the afternoon breaks from work, drinking some tea and talking with Wanda and Nat about anything and everyone and of course telling a lot of nonsense. It was always so much fun and it was the nicest time of your workdays. The three of you were sitting in the lounge area of the compound and enjoying your afternoon tea.

You didn't feel very good today, it was a mixture of a slight headache and an undefined feeling of pain in your lower abdomen that made you feel bad but there was also some kind of sexual desire lurking in your nether regions, between your thighs…but talking to your friends was the best distraction you could get right now. So you definitely enjoyed meeting your friends now and talking to them instead of being alone and close to crying tears of self-pitying.

And like every time when you thought nothing could disturb the peaceful meeting with your friends, he showed up. The thorn in your flesh, the final nail to your coffin, the nightmare of your sleepless nights, the overbearing nerve-wrecking Loki Laufeyson aka God of Mischief.

Trickster, Prankster, mischief maker, impeccable, insatiable and irresistible womanizer and world's best lover…if it was true what the women, who had shared his bed with him, told at party nights in Stark Tower. For you Tony's parties were just a vanity fair…so in your opinion it was the perfect place for Loki Laufeyson to get desired, admired and worshiped as he wished for.

You desired him too but he didn't desire you. From the first day on when you met him, there was this sexual tension between you two. You tried to ignore it but it didn't work. For him you were just a sparring partner when it came to exchanges of sarcasm, impertinence and dark humor …it must be like this, you were sure about that. He wasn't into you and why should he.

You couldn't keep up with the beautiful flawless women he surrounded himself with and as a god he could have the most beautiful women in the universe, so why should he choose you? And if there was something you definitely did not want to be then it was another notch in his bedpost. You decided to ignore your crush on him and to better not like him. It made things easier…battling him playfully was so much easier than to love him… definitely.

"Showtime, ladies" Nat snarled and sipped eye-rolling at her tea when she saw Loki entering the lounge area.

You sighed in annoyance and cursed him inwardly. Why couldn't he stay away? At least in the afternoons? Nothing nice ever comes from his mouth then.

"Ah, good afternoon ladies…enjoying your…little coffee gossip?" He asked mischievously. His deep voice sounded extremely erotic to you today.

An unmistakable, alluring scent lingered in the air… your scent, and it undeniably hit his senses and the urge to be close to you grew again. Your today's choice of clothes made him lick his lips, the black trousers hugged your wonderfully formed butt perfectly and your also black tight-fitting turtleneck shirt emphasized your beautiful upper body.

"Get lost, Laufeyson!" you scolded at him and left the chill out lounge towards the kitchen to get you another tea, Loki was on your heels immediately.

"Uhh, someone's in a very good mood today… don't run away, little one, don't you want to tell me what you were gossiping about… or did you rave about me?"

He ran around you once like a happy puppy and then he walked backwards in front of you until you both had reached the kitchen counter. You couldn't stop eye-rolling and laughing irritated.

"...and I mean… I wouldn't mind!" He built himself up to full size, straightened up the collar of his not completely buttoned up black tight shirt to give you a good view of his chest hair and a smug smile appeared on his much too pretty face. He knew exactly what he did.

"Doesn't it get tiring, being so self-righteous and arrogant, Laufeyson?" you asked him with faked kindness and batted your eyes at him. The sight of his chest nearly knocked you out today. You could hardly stop yourself from drooling and staring at him. If he would ask you to bend over the kitchen counter to fuck you, you would do it without any hesitation.

"Hmmm…no, it doesn't…it just makes me… thirsty…" he grinned at you and in a quick move he stole your cup with the fresh tea and with fast long steps he walked away from you, sipping the warm liquid…the tea you made was always the best.

"LAU-FEY-SON, that was my tea! We're not in Asgard here and I'm not your servant. Make your tea on your own…" you yelled angry after him and clenched your fingers to fists…and you wanted to bite into his perfect ass.

"Thank you, darling and have a nice afternoon…oh and I like the mug…I think I'll keep it!" he answered, turned his head to look and wink at you smugly and off he went.

"Aaarrrggghhh…this guy is driving me crazy…and now he had stolen my tea AND my favorite mug… I'll kill him one day…!" you bickered.

"Yes, yes…" Nat murmured smilingly over the rim of her cup. She and Wanda looked at each other, softly clinking their mugs and couldn't hide a knowing grin. Of course you heard and saw it…

"What? I HATE him, why can't he leave me alone?" you yammered.

You got yourself a new cup of tea and you three continued your chatting in peace. You didn't want to think or talk about him further. After one more hour of boring desk work you decided to go to bed early and to declare the day finished.

Of course you weren't able to stop thinking about this smugly guy. Loki didn't just annoy you this afternoon, he aroused you immensely. For you it was his tight black shirt today, halfway open, tucked into his also tight grey jeans that suits him so well, and the scent of his cologne mixed with his very own masculine scent…he smelled kind of animalistic for you this afternoon and you were so extremely turned on by it, you would like to jump at him and you wanted him to fuck you relentlessly. You accelerated your steps back to your room, you needed some friction between your legs. Your fingers, pillows, whatever…you didn't care, the main thing was a quick relief before you would combust of desire.

When you had entered your rooms, you hastily closed your door and got rid of your clothes as fast as possible. The only clothes that stayed on your body were your bodice and your panties drenched with your juices of arousal.

'Loki, you bastard!'

You couldn't wait anymore, you needed to touch yourself and you laid down in your bed quickly. You started with rubbing your erect nipples but it wasn't enough…so you let your hand quickly slip down further, into your panties between your wet folds and massaged over and around your needy clit with two of your fingers, Loki permanently on your mind. Soft moans escaped your mouth, you licked your lips in desperate need of getting kissed by him …how much you wished it was Loki who finger-fucked your dripping pussy with his beautiful long fingers, his thumb rubbing over and around your bundle of nerves…

"Loki.." …you melted away into boundless ecstasy …almost there, you were almost there… "I'm cumming…" and you had overheard the knocks at your door and almost too late you recognised someone came into your room.

As soon as Loki entered your privacy, you pulled your fingers quickly away from your wet pussy and put that said hand under your head, trying to pretend you were just chilling in your bed. You had been almost there and now you could barely hide your reddened cheeks and your heavy breathing. Hopefully he didn't see the thin layer of sweat above your upper lip and on your forehead. Hopefully he didn't hear or see anything.

How embarrassing! Getting caught during masturbation by the god of hotness…ahhh… mischief. How good that you didn't scream his name. You should better think of flower meadows and butterflies now …and..wait…how dare he enter your room? Did you allow him to come in? Nooo…you definitely did not.

"What are you doing here in my room?" you snarled at him with powerful indignation in your voice. Was there some insecurity in his gaze? No, you must have been wrong. He just would tease you further right now.

"Oh dear, the door wasn't closed properly so I came in after I knocked at it and I thought I …hmm the question is what are you doing right now? Did I interrupt something?" he asked, the familiar arrogance in his voice.

"Nothing of your concern…and no..you did not!" you tried to convince him.

Could it be that you hadn't closed the door behind you? Have you been that horny that you couldn't wait anymore rubbing your fingers through your folds and around your little gem that you didn't close your door properly? Have you really been that aroused?

"Did you just touch yourself, sweetheart?" he asked smugly.

"Nooo…no no…no I did not touch myself…and it's none of your business either." You answered way too quickly but still tried to convince him that you did nothing but chill. A pathetic try.

"Are you sure, darling?" He asked you sardonically.

'Note to me: never lie to the god of mischief and lies...'

"Yeesss …I'm sure. " you answered convinced.

"And I'm sure you did. I'm sorry that I disturbed you pleasuring yourself…by the way…did you think of me while doing so?" he asked you smugly while he crossed his arms in front of his chest..and you just wanted to punch him into his adorable face. How arrogant can someone be?

"Why should I've thought of you while I pleasured myself…you're not that hot and desirable that I…"

'...oops..of course I thought of him…shit I lied again…'

He walked over to you slowly, you were still laying in your bed under the duvet. He pulled your hand from under your head and took your index-and middle finger into his mouth and licked them clean while staring into your eyes, testing the waters how you would react now. His baby-blue eyes tried to seduce you and seemed to stare deep into your heart…he loved how you tasted and his eyes darkened and sparkled with lust.

'Oh god…why?…stop doing this…no..please don't stop…is there…something going on in his jeans?...nah, wishful thinking…'

You were so close to giving in to him.

"Mmmmhhhhmmm…" he hummed with his deep baritone and took your fingers out of his mouth again, licking his lips lasciviously. "Delicious…So you admit it, you just touched yourself…I knew it and I can smell and taste it, darling. You shouldn't lie to me, little one!" He still held your hand in his. It felt good.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your darling, sweetheart or little one. And …let go of my hand! Are you serious? Who do you think you are, you jerk?" You shouted at him angrily.

"May I be of help with pleasuring you, darling?" he asked cheeky.

"Uurrggh no.…piss off, Laufeyson, get your pompous, arrogant ass out of here!" and you ripped your hand out of his grip.

"Your wish is my order, sweetheart." He took a step backwards and bowed down generously, his smugly smile never left his face.

He turned around and was already on his way back to the door of your room when you threw a pillow after him. He caught it out of the air without looking at it and before it could even hit his head.

"How rude, Darling! ..ah, I nearly forgot… " he turned around again to face you and pointed his index fingers into the air "…that's why I came to you….Tony wants to see us all at 7pm sharp…sooo, there's still enough time for you to…finish what you've started several minutes ago …and feel free to think of me while touching your sweet little gem …"

He wiggled his eyebrows and made a lascivious gesture with his hand, palm upwards, his thumb slightly raised and his index-and middle finger curled up in a 'come-to-me' motion.

"Arrgghh…get the hell out of here, Laufeyson. And give me back my pillow…"

You yelled at him, now sitting in your bed.

"Nope…you threw it after me so I think you don't need it anymore. I'll keep it!" He grinned ironically.

"You're an asshole, Laufeyson,'' you complained.

"I love you too, darling" and with that he nearly left your room but he shoved his head through the door frame into your room again and asked full of sarcasm: "…what exactly must I do to make you open your wonderful thighs for me? I'm sure you'd look ravishing, greedily waiting for me, with spread legs…"

"…uuuurrrgggh, Laufeyson, you damn stupid bastard! Go and fuck your whores…" you screamed in his direction and he left your room with a mischievous laughter right in time, closing your door with a dramatic gesture, before another pillow hit the door.

You nearly cried after he had left and you pulled the duvet over your head. You weren't aroused anymore, just embarrassed. How should you ever look into his beautiful eyes again? Now he would never stop making fun of you. Why were you so thin skinned, horny and angry when you were ovulating? …you just wanted to ease some of the physical pain and the sexual desire of your sensitive body…and now that…and why did you constantly respond to his provocations?

And worst of all, now he got the confession that you had a crush on him. But you couldn't help yourself, he was your beloved enemy and you couldn't live without him.

'What is wrong with me? … damn why can't I restrain myself?…I not only acted like the biggest asshole in town, I also acted like an animal in urgent need to get myself off, eagerly and desperately trying to fuck an ovulating female creature… to impregnate her or what…seriously?

She's so lovely and adorable. I must be disgusting and pathetic in her eyes…and I overstep her private boundaries permanently…if I were her I would hate me too… but she pulls me to her like a magnet, every single day…and she was too alluring today...and didn't she say my name and 'come in' ?...I really thought she did … I would've made love to her if she had asked me to do it. I really thought today is the day…She really drives me crazy…'

Besides his primal needs today, he truly wanted you. Of course he smelled you every time on your special days of a month, it's a part of his Jotun roots and it intoxicated him like a love spell, more than you did anyways every day but there was more than this basic instinct. Deep inside of him Loki knew that he had fallen for you. And after this long time living here together with you, you around him permanently with that constant sexual tension between you two, he really thought you wanted him to bed you today.

He interpreted the slightly open door as an invitation and he really thought you asked him in after he had knocked at the door. And of course he knew what you did in your bed under your duvet. He sensed it before he entered your room. As soon as he recognised that he misunderstood the whole situation, he felt embarrassed and he felt honestly sorry to have pressed you like this. He needed to hide his fault and remorse and so he began to tease you again as you are used to from him…but he couldn't stand the still remaining sexual tension lingering in your bedroom.

Everything about you made him love you since the first day he met you ….even your hate for him. He especially loved your sass, your sarcasm, your dark humor, the way you responded to his provocations. You had everything he loved about a woman. You were just right for him. Sometimes his provocations were a bit over the top and too much…but every day when he met you, you were willing to banter and fight with him playfully over and over again.

And he loved to play these games with you and he hoped instantly you loved it too. It was the old game of 'tease the ones you love.' It was the only way for him, to stay close to you, to talk to you. Could it be that he…no…absolutely not! He was sure you would never let him make you his, never and so he preferred to fuck around with random women to not think too much about you, it made things easier for him.

…and anyways, he wasn't the type for a serious relationship, was he?

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amerricanartwork · 30 days

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Hello hello! For the little rw questionnaire, how about 7 and/or 17? :]

I'm so sorry this took so long to get around to, but thank you for the questions Ghost! As always, here's the original questionnaire for reference, and here we go!

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7. What is your favorite song from the soundtrack?

I've already answered this one with "Pictures of the Past" and "The Cycle", so I'd suggest just checking that post out for an explanation of those. But here, I figured I'd go into some other tracks I like! Just a forewarning, I actually haven't listened to the entire soundtrack much outside of when tracks play in-game, so I might have a bit of a limited perspective.

Also, another preface, most of the music I enjoy in general is usually not just because I think it's catchy, but because it's unique sounding in some way, and more importantly because I think it does a really good job of painting a particular image in my head and/or capturing a certain idea. Most of my answers here will have that factored in.

But anyway, first up, when it comes to soundtrack songs I like to listen to in-and-of themselves, "Floes" always comes to my mind first! I just love how it opens with these long, beautiful, melancholy strings before the synth-y beat kicks in. It's just so cool-sounding, and really captures that vibe of stepping into this dark and mysterious, yet once holy and important citadel. I always love hearing it when going across the bridges in Shaded Citadel, and I think it's honestly such a great way to introduce the region when you first travel over the lighter bridge after Shoreline, then enter the darker depths.

Next, threat themes! My favorite of these so far is the Pipeyard theme! It's super catchy, even just the percussion parts on their own, and it definitely captures that feeling of a spear-filled battle with a strange creature in this land of rusted metal. The synth is really what gets me here, because that part alone almost gives the vibe that I'm battling some ancient piece of advanced technology, or some old godlike being that's starting to transcend my comprehension of it. It's such an odd melody, which makes it stand out a lot, so even though the Pipeyard theme isn't thematically that special to me, it's super iconic and fun to listen to!

Then there's the Waterfront Facility threat theme, which comes at a close second for having greater thematic connections while still being catchy! As much as I don't like the region nor its eventual result of Shoreline, ever since I realized the Precipice was the bridge connecting Pebbles to Moon and the big structures in Shoreline were its broken remnants, I've found this region really cool conceptually, and I think its threat theme captures that best! I love how it has the same melody as the Shoreline threat theme, yet has that more bass-heavy, more technological echo to it, which is fitting since it exists when Moon hasn't yet collapsed. It's just really cool in my opinion!

Next is the Chimney Canopy threat theme actually, which is honestly just cool all-around! The arpeggios super catchy of course, and they're unique in how they sound both like something tumbling down from a high place (perhaps rocks slipping as slugcat climbs the smokestacks) and like someone climbing higher and higher into the sky. But honestly, what draws me to this song is the hissing noises in the background, which always remind me of smoke and gas being blown out of machines. It never fails to remind me of how cool Chimney Canopy always seemed to me conceptually — this high-up place right next to Five Pebbles's superstructure, filled with who knows what kinds of smoke and fumes clouding the air. And of course, the hissing gas chambers of vultures soaring above, who are still my favorite creatures in the game! As much as I've grown to dislike traversing Chimney Canopy, I can't deny it's always caught my eye, and its threat theme perfectly captures why!

Finally is the Outer Expanse threat theme, which also reminds me of the region's cool concept! Something I never really noticed until Outer Expanse was the major lack of legitimate/normal trees in the regions. Sure, there's all kinds of flora around, but nothing I'd call a "tree" (except maybe those funky blue plants in Sky Islands). That being said, the presence of trees in Outer Expanse makes me feel it's perhaps the only true "forest" in Rain World, and with the unique wet and sylvan-sounds of its threat theme, it really sells that rainforest vibe well! Sunken Pier is also amazing with the low waves, which really sell the dark, dank, moist, overgrown atmosphere the subregion probably has.

So yeah, for now, "Floes" is my favorite standalone track (besides the ones I mentioned before), and the Pipeyard, Waterfront Facility, and Outer Expanse ones are my favorite of the threat themes! Some honorable mentions also include: "Garbage City Shuffle" for being really catchy and conveying that feeling of slugcats and scavengers starting to form new civilizations from the remains of the old ones, "Lost City" for sounding just like a lament for the dead Metropolis city, "Ascent" for being such a magical intro to the scary, yet beautiful depths of Submerged Superstructure, "Halcyon Memories" for being chill yet packed with so many narrative feels and somehow being really wistful and loving at the same time, and the Sky Islands threat theme for having really iconic radio noises that add to the theme of the region being a center for iterator communications!

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17. Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them?

Finally a question I can give a (relatively) short answer for! It really depends on what mood I'm in though.

Generally speaking, now that I've gotten good enough at the game to not die constantly, I actually have like fighting most other creatures, especially vultures, and I find it pretty fun! Though there are still a lot of things I won't mess with as of now: red lizards and red centipedes because of their sheer speed and one-hit-kill attacks, Miros birds because their habitats and tendency to travel in groups makes successfully fighting them pretty much impossible in almost all instances where I encounter them, Miros vultures because besides also appearing in very sub-optimal situations they're just scary and broken (seriously, what genius Ancient thought this bird needed the power to shoot laser-targeted bombs from its mouth???), inspectors because their aim is too good and I don't have very good maneuverability in zero-gravity, scavengers because they have too good aim and are often too numerous so I'm scared of actively making enemies with them, and leviathans because no.

But otherwise, I like stabbing lizards of all shapes, sizes, and colors, will gladly duel a vulture or king vulture anytime, I like stabbing monster kelp and pole plants (especially since they give food as Spearmaster!), will try my best to dispatch centipedes when they're being annoying and blocking paths, and out of general impatience I often find myself resorting to good ol' violence when creatures are just being annoying or inconvenient.

However, if I have slugpups with me, need to transport something and/or travel somewhere specific, or are low on Karma during an expedition, or are otherwise just trying to accomplish something non-violence-related, I try my best to (often very un-sneakily) run past them. And of course, if I've died multiple times in a row and just wanna stop dying for once, I'll avoid fights when I can to get a break.

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vibratingskull · 8 months

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A night with you

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You’re at the Opera with your suitor when you receive a text from a certain someone later that night...

You hide your mouth behind your hand, letting a single tear stream down your cheek. A silent sob gets caught in your throat and shakes your shoulders.

He takes your hand and intertwines your fingers, squeezing it reassuringly. He turns his gaze on you and flashes you a smile. You smile back, sniffing your sobs away, you nod your head to reassure him.

“Everything alright?” He asks in a tone of confidence.

“Yes! Yes, it's just… It’s beautiful.” You manage to say without your voice cracking completely.

“I knew you would love it.”

You gaze back on the stage where the Opera singers finish their song. It is the last one. It is about the region where your planet is from, about the war, about its conquest by the aliens, a story about courage and treachery, a tragedy. You wipe your tears away and rise from your seat to clap like the rest of the audience. You clap with all your might and shout hourrays and praises. You’re moved beyond tears, you felt it down your bowels. You made a good call to come see this opera with him. He puts your fur coat on your shoulders, squeezing them gently.

“There is supposed to be a soirée after, but I want to steal you away from them.” He chants.

You feel your cheeks heating up, you nod once again and take his gloved hand to exit the Galaxies Opera House. The fresh air hits you and you shiver in your furs, you thank him once again for gifting you such a pricey item, that and the dress and the jewelry…

“Do not worry about it.” He kisses your knuckles. “You wore it perfectly, I could swear it was tailored for you.” Wrapped up in his own black fur he delicately guides you away from the crowd of other rich people to his limousine. "Come. There is a place I want to show you.”

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“Don’t walk so fast! I can’t keep up with my heels!” You protest.

“Sorry! I’m just so excited to show you!” He laughs without letting your hand go.

You walk with difficulty between the branches and the thorns, you already find it surprising to find a forest on Coruscant. You knew some parks, but a forest? Never heard of.

You finally arrive and he gestures to you proudly. You are in awe, before you is a clearing of wild flowers with a wonderful lake where the moon reflects its light in delicious reflections. In the middle of the opened nocturnal flowers is a tablecloth with a basket and a candelabra. You can’t contain your laughter.

“You really planned all this?” You ask incredulously.

“Well, you told me you were feeling down lately and I thought it would be a great change of atmosphere after an evening with all those stuck up people.” He says. “I wanted to make a nice gesture.” He approaches you with his beautiful smile, his bun a little unmade.

“Thank you, Governor Satlove.”

“What did I told you before, (y/n)?” He chides you lightly, grazing his finger against your lips “Call me Nather.”

“Alright…” You look down at your feet, suddenly shy, before meeting back his eyes. “Nather.” Your voice got low, like a secret.

He nods approvingly, holding your face in both of his hands, eyes in eyes, he kisses your forehead. He guides you to the basket and takes out two glasses and a bottle of Calamnsi. You both sat down in front of this gorgeous moon.

“Tell me rather, how’s everything going?”

You sigh.

“Oh, it could be better…” You clink your glasses and take a sip. “I’m drowning with work and the little time I have for me I dedicate it to you.” You confess.

He raises his glass.

“And I am honored.”

You smile, playing with the trim of your dress.

“It’s been a while since I got to see my different friends and my family, and I think it started to down on me.” You sigh."That, and these pirates we can't get our grips on…Are you sure none of the ships coming from and around your planet were never attacked ?" You inquire

He takes a sip, fixated on your eyes.

"I've never heard of it in any reports, nor have we received any call for help by any helpless ship." He responds.

You lower your head, a bit discouraged. You'd hoped he would have more information on his hand. It's been years now that this group of pirates is wandering the universe freely and the Captain Marttilf is really displeased by it. The only constant you picked on is that they will appear near Nather's planet, Tirahnn, at random and unpredictable times and disappear just as quickly. For you they are clearly doing business with the local underworld and you wanna know what deals it is about.

"We've augmented the patrol on our own, but we can't do much more for the time being, I'm afraid…" He takes your hand with "sorry" spelled in his eyes. “Tell me if I can do anything else to help you. I only need to pass a phone call…”

You shake your head, you’re grateful for his eagerness to help but you can’t really do anything for now. It is useless to place a ship in ambush for a target that might come in several months or a year.

"We will get them." You look in his gray eyes with resolution. "In one way or another… We will get them."

He looks at you in silence, like he is in his thoughts, but raises his glass once again.

"Then we will drink to your success! And your long awaited promotion." You smile at the prospect. You figure Marttilf would get most of the glory, but the idea is nice. "I can do something about that, you know? I can pull the right strings to speed up the process, no problem."

"No!" Your sudden firm tone surprises him and he gets back a little. You smile and sweeten your voice. "No. If I have to advance in this career, I want to advance by merits alone."

He shake his head.

"You're an idealist, (y/n). You cannot advance by merits alone. It is the slowest and least effective way."

You know he’s right, but you don’t want to admit it, not yet at least. You’ve raised one rank and are now a junior lieutenant, so really low in the chain of command and you know your next promotion will come in years. You will need patience and abnegation.

"I know, but I would rather prevent politics from intervening in my career as much as possible."

"Politics already mingles in your career, whether you like it or not. You should take full advantage of any ressources you have, as soon as possible." He puts his head on his fist, laying lazily on his side.

"So you are a resource now?" You ask laughingly.

"I can be so much more." He says, eyes fixed on your lips, caressing your hand with the tip of his fingers.

"What can you be, then?" You bend over, getting closer.

"Anything you might desire…"

You're close, you feel his breath on your parted lips and his heat emanating from his body. You shiver in anticipation. His eyes travel between your lips and your eyes. His hand comes caressing your cheek, sliding lightly to your chin to bring you closer.

The kiss is tender, slow. It sends shivers down your spine. It’s the first one. You savor it, like a rare delicacy with your eyes closed. Your hand gets in his bun, that you undo to let his long hair fall free and hold the back of his head, his hand slides back on your cheek, his thumb caressing it with gentleness.

You part with regrets, forehead against forehead. You're breathless and panting, your shoulders raise as you breathe air.

"Was it really reasonable ?" You ask with swollen lips, under your breath.

He laughs a cristalyne laugh with gleaming eyes.

"Is anything fun ever reasonable?"

You sigh, putting your head on his shoulder.

"Maybe you're right…"

His hand comes grazing your temples. Away, a firework is lit. You observe the colorful wonders in silence, well wrapped in your furs between the fluorescent open flowers. Your mind is racing but calm and organized at the same time. You bury your head in his neck, enveloping yourself in his scent, you sigh, content.

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You climb up the stairs to your apartment with your heels in your hand. Nather drived you back, his limousine really out of place in this rather modest neighborhood, you would have come back in a cab but you didn’t feel like leaving him yet, so you hugged on the bench seat on your way back. The cold cement against the plant of your feet keeps you awake.

Finally you reach your floor, your door slides and you're home. You lean against the door, touching your lips, remembering the feeling of his mouth against yours. You smile to yourself, moistening your lips. Your face heats up with the memory of this moment.

You walk toward your room with an idiotic smile, putting down the fur coat delicately in your closet, putting your pajamas on and removing the different pieces of jewelry. You slump on your bed with a satisfied sigh, you take your comlink to check your messages, you got several: some of your family members asking you to finally come see them, some of your friends proposing you a drink after all this time. You check your agenda and your orders and answer them no with a pinch of the heart. Captain Marttilf is demanding you to shorten your leave to come back at soon as possible on the Zéphyr. You pout. You had little time to yourself and now you had even less. You scroll down the rest of the messages until you come across a name you haven't seen in years. Thrawn.

You stare his name in silence for a minute, unsure of what to do. You click on it to see the message with a beating heart..

"Good day junior lieutenant (y/l/n), I require your services."

Good day? Good day?! After 3 years, that's how he greets a friend? Granted, you didn’t have much contact during these 3 years but your friendship didn’t wither that much, right? Your finger holds its place over the screen as you think about those shared moments that keep getting more and more rare until they disappeared completely, to those messages that keep getting more sparse… Maybe what you had wasn’t as strong as you first thought.

You hold your comm unit and stare at it for a while, not knowing how to carry the conversation, you start taping a friendly reprimand, a frustrated opener, the joyful salutations. You erase them all, opting for a more cordial and professional tone.

“Good day to you too, Lieutenant Thrawn. How may I assist you?”

You reread your message several times and send it. You put your comlink on your heart, eyes fixed on the ceiling. You realize your fling didn’t disappear over time like you hoped. Just having his name resonate inside your head sent your heart racing. You gulp in discomfort, you now doubt to be able to get over it. His face draws itself under your eyes on your ceiling, floating in the dark with the memory of his voice coming back like an old melody. You close your eyes to chase it from your mind but his image persists behind your lids.

A buzz sound pulls you off your thoughts. He responded despite the late hour.

“I must inform you I am no longer a lieutenant, I recently ascended to the rank of captain. I need to use your connection to the underworld.”

You blink.

He’s captain? Already? But it takes a decade to be promoted to this rank! You whistle, whatever he’s chasing, he has his eyes on the prize. You who felt proud about your promotion will seriously need to review your objectives upwards. You’re getting outrun, and by far.

Now to the less pleasant part of the discussion, he wants you to get in contact with the underworld? But your parents cut ties with that part of your family years ago and you’re not sure you want to get back to that. You barely know them anyway.

“My congratulations. It will depend on my abilities, why do you need to enter the crime world?”

You don’t have to wait long for the answer.

“Thank you. I need intel on the black metals market and information around a name I suspect to be highly influential in the milieu.”

What is he on about? Does he dream of himself as a blacksmith?

“Find everything you can about an individual that names himself Nightsawn. Union, lobby, mafia, search every environment susceptible to birth protest and rebellion. You must also find details around the mining guild.”

You stare at the screen, concerned. It’s a true investigation he asks of you. You can’t possibly just pop up at the door of your former family with a smile and such a mission… On the other hand, getting closer to your family and their network could help you with your situation with those pirates…

It could work. You will just need to be convincing.

Really convincing.

“I will see what I can do. I will keep you informed.”

“Thank you.”

You scroll back and reread the conversation. The tone is cordial and professional but desperately impersonal and cold. You sigh discouraged, it’s your first contact after several years and it didn’t go as well as all your planned scenarios. You didn’t expect hugging and kissing but still something warmer than this arid conversation.

You stare in the void, screen in front of your face, burning your eyes. It vibrates once again in your hand.

It’s Nather.

“Good evening my pearl. Prepare a proper suit, I will bring you to a nice place next time. In hope it cures you from your loneliness.”

Strangely, you only feel a black void at this news.

It should brighten your mood and bring a smile to your lips, but at this moment you can’t be helped. It only sharpens the dark needles in your heart.

You go to your contact and modify Thrawn’s profile to a more professional and stern “Captain Thrawn”.

That’s all you’re gonna be able to call him from now on, anyway.

You put down your comlink and bury yourself under the cover with your eyes shut close.

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Greetings, Rotomblr. Our League-ordered therapist says would do us some good to get out there and socialize with people other than ourselves so we figured this place was as good a place as any to get our names out there. This is the shared personal blog of The Entropists, a musical and artistic duo currently living in ancient Hammerlocke in the Galar region, an excellent place to observe the lights in the sky and a place we are, in turn, observable... Our work channels our studies of, experiences with, and beliefs regarding the paranormal, the occult, Pokemon, and the end of all things.

We're entirely self-published and self-marketed, the entertainment industry isn't...ready for people like us, but we're not doing it for fame. We're doing it because we want to open eyes. Open them to the tenuous and ephemeral nature of existence, the teeming invisible threads of power that influence all of us, how we fail those beings that trust us most, and that one CAN come to terms with the slow bleed of heat from your every atom.

We are, in addition, both Pokemon Trainers, having once made accomplished runs into both the Sinnoh and Unovan leagues. That part of our lives is over now, though. These days we merely battle one another and the various volunteers in the Wild Area to ensure our teams' continuing health and wellness.

There are two of us you will be hearing from, here our our names, signatures, and brief introductions. Neither of us are terribly choosy about pronouns, refer to us how you will.

☀️Talyn Noe: Hey 👍. I'm a multi-instrumentalist from Ecruteak city, but spent most of my childhood with my parents on a "mission" in Sunyshore. One day Kit and I ran into each other by the waterfront when we were both at a pretty damn low point, talked each other into giving Pokemon training a serious try as a way to get out of the hole and we've been making music and questionable memories together since. She's showed me a side of the world I'd never have gotten to see otherwise. I mostly keep Fire and Electric types but I'm also the keeper of a rescued ex-pit Noivern named Atrox.

⚫ Kit Lyra: Of our little project I am the vocalist, keyboardist and largely responsible for final mixing. I am from an...old bloodline, one not many are aware of. I possess minor clarivoyance, I have been trained to commune with and aid Psychic-types in battle since I was very young. I often suspect I understand them more than my fellow man, excepting dear Talyn. Being the trainer of a Gothitelle since the age of seven has marked me in many ways, particularly the beautiful moment I was first shown the Vision, shown the world as the briefest candle flame flickering in the void that it is. Ever since then I've tried to offer those I feel can handle it a portion of this vast perspective.

Submit inquiries, or not, you'll be hearing from us soon anyway. :)

(IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A large mural of a female Luxray sitting regally, head facing the camera. Detailed black wings erupt from her back and a black halo frames her head like a martyred saint. In front of it, a shiny male Luxray lounges sleeping, belly up.)

//Anyone is welcome to interact regardless of canon. Mun and characters are both adults. Pelipper Mail, Pelipper Malice, Musharna Mail, and Musharna Malice are ON. Magic Anons are OFF.

//important info and boundaries under the cut:

1. Feel free to get dark with it if the urge strikes you, no topics are truly off limits but please also treat certain topics with the seriousness they deserve if you wanna Go There. Don't just be an edgelord about it. Also, if you ever need something trigger tagged please don't hesitate to let me know.

2. Don't expect consistent activity or much in the way of a storyline, I've found that if I try to stick to a schedule or seriously collaborate with someone things rapidly become overwhelming for me. You can certainly ASK if you want to do a story with me just know the answer's probably gonna be no. For similar reasons I'd much rather handle any in-person RP on here than Discord. Also, this blog will occasionally fall inactive depending on my spoon levels.

3. This blog is, once again, going to potentially contain dark themes and heavy unreality even by Rotomblr standards. Neither of these muses are particularly mentally stable or reliable people. This is, however, not intended to be a villain blog. They're just oddballs with Lore (tm).

4. There will not be actual art and music, only descriptions, properly credited piece and songs by others that I feel match the vibe. Alas, I am not capable of doing these things on a high enough level.

#Rotomblr #pokemon irl #Pokeblogging #pokeblr #IRL Pokemon #Blog reboot

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dandyshucks · 2 months

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piplups are typically proud pkmn that are difficult to bond with, so I've been thinking again about what it was like when Junebug first met Henry, their starter 'mon... (cw for vague-ish abuse mentions)

Junebug is incredibly patient and often gives people more grace than should ever be extended to a person (will put up with a lot of incredibly cruel behaviour from others and make excuses for them), so being patient with an initially stand-offish Henry would be not a problem at all. they are also big on researching so they'd have known what they were getting into, even as a young child, when they chose piplup to be their starter.

anyways Junebug quickly realized he didnt like being in a pokeball, so they stopped doing that and put the pokeball up on a high shelf where neither of them could reach it to show they weren't going to use it with him. and he slowly started to trust them more and open up to them more after that - it was a key moment that marked the beginning of Henry considering them to be a potential friend.

when they first received Henry from Rowan (who I imagine travels around the region with a bunch of starters to educate kids about how being a trainer works and get them started on their trainer path), they took him home in the pokeball as one does, and when they let him out once they got up into their room, he refused to even look at them for a good long while. oh the humiliation of being in a pokeball!

but the real bonding finally began once Henry had spent more time around Junebug's parents - they had tried to keep him away from their parents as much as possible to protect him, but ... hard to do when you are a young child living with them sbdjskl. it was a less than ideal way to grow close, but the two of them soon grew inseparable, supporting each other through the rougher times and cheering the other on as they both grew and learned, and covering for the other when someone slipped up. hiding or shredding journals, bandaging scrapes from forbidden ventures off the allowed paths, tucking away ill-gotten bits of food into hiding places, comforting each other after nightmares or after being reprimanded/punished, nudging the other if they're "misbehaving", standing look-out when the other needs to do something against the rules, etc etc etc.

making an intolerable situation somewhat bearable! bonding while stuck in an unsafe environment! growing up together while trapped under an abuser's thumb! the whole works !

#abuse tw #I've been avoiding bringing up any angst stuff but ... there is so much and it is stifling to avoid it entirely fjdkdl #i could say smth abt how my real life would be considered angst yadda yadda processing and talking abt it in a safe way yadda yadda #but fjdksl idk i dont think that whole speech is necessary #I'll give the proper CWs as needed and ppl can ask for more if they want #i probably will never go into like. actual detail bc honestly my brain goes staticky if i try to do that even in my own personal writing LOL #so it'll mostly all be pretty vague with some specific nods to things here and there #anyways yay henry :] he's such a sweet lil guy and i want to do more writing and art featuring him fjfkdl #I have so many thoughts abt all of my team but Henry and Greer are the ones who have the most Lore™#junebug 🪲#dandy.cmd

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badpostureart · 11 months

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Message in a Bottle (pt. 2)

For anon, who asked my thoughts about secondary characters in Free! (continued).

I like Natsuya, I really do, but the guy needs to smarten up! While it’s totally understandable that he wanted his little brother to step out from his shadow and become his own person, I think it’s unwise to just throw Ikuya in the proverbial deep end, watch him almost drown himself, and refuse to help him. It’s obvious that Natsuya cares a lot about Ikuya, but he seems to struggle with actually being there for him. I don’t know why as an older brother, knowing your baby brother is shy, you wouldn’t try and introduce him to other kids or offer to do things together. It sounds like he just stopped showing up for Ikuya and didn’t explain to him why. Now, it isn’t Natsuya’s fault that Ikuya became a moody son-of-a-bitch as he got older, but he made it so that Ikuya didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him anymore. There would be no need to strap Hiyori with the responsibility of looking out for Ikuya and giving him updates about how he’s doing if Natsuya would just show up. Then again, it wasn’t until recently that Natsuya even considered showing up for himself and thinking seriously about what he wants to do with his life…maybe he thinks commitment is scary, hm?

I don’t think Natsuya purposely withheld love/affirmation from his brother. Maybe he just underestimated how badly he needed it or felt too awkward to say how proud of him he was. How all of this became Haru’s fault of all people is beyond me, and maybe that’s why seeing the Kirishimas actually reconcile and start to communicate felt…just meh. I’m not sure Natsuya understood the gravity of what he did, nor do I think Ikuya directed his hurt at the right person. They’re in a much better place than they were, but I’m not sure either brother fully owned up to anything, does that make sense?

Which segways to Ikuya himself. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that some of my frustrations with this kid may simply be due to projection. I too was once a moody son-of-a-bitch, so I get it, I do. And because I get it, I know that at a certain point, you gotta own up to it. You gotta say, “My attitude is shit. Yeah, people have let me down, and I feel lonely and angry, but I can’t keep holding onto all this shit and being miserable. I have to do something about it.”

In Dive to the Future, Ikuya expressed wanting to be a hero like Haru: “Not a hero that fights evil and stuff, but the kind that everyone looks up to. The kind that helps out whenever someone is lost or stuck.” But the only “heroic” thing Ikuya seemed to have done since smiling at another kid in kindergarten was convincing his university team captain to put Hiyori on the relay team with him at regionals—which they should have been doing together the whole time anyway! Then in the Final Stroke, Ikuya tells Rin, “Back then, I looked at the stars with Haru like this…as I made a wish to be able to swim faster.” So, was he just saying that “hero” stuff to look good? Or does he think that people admire Haru simply because he is a fast swimmer?! See, here I go getting pissed off again!

This is perhaps a bit off-topic, but something that both frustrated and interested me was Ikuya’s curiosity about the nature of Haru’s relationship with Rin. He’s straightforward in asking Rin if he’s happy to see Haru win or finds it frustrating, he tags along with them to see the venue in Sydney despite being “well aware…that this is an important place to you [two],” and asks Rin if he was okay not being in the room with Haru after he collapsed for the nth time. It seems as though the primary reason Ikuya wanted to start spending time with Rin was to try and sus out why he’s so important to Haru. On the one hand, it feels like he’s intruding and being nosy. But on the other hand, the more he pries, the more Rin talks about how much he adores Haru and the more it’s made plain that Haru feels the same way…and as a member of the Rinharu propaganda department, I hoard those moments like treasure!

Ikuya certainly pisses me off, but he’s not a bad person, y’know? Just dramatic! But so am I for getting so worked up over his shenanigans!!

For someone who has always been “mature for his age,” Hiyori has a really warped understanding of how friendships work. Ikuya was patient and reached out to Hiyori when nobody else seemed to give him the time of day and from thenceforth, he became this glorified hero figure in Hiyori’s eyes that he wanted to hoard for himself. He actively chased away people who tried to get close to Ikuya, dubbing them unworthy of being his friend, even though those people would probably become his friends too if he wasn’t such a territorial weirdo. Even after Ikuya reconciles with his old relay team (despite Hiyori’s attempts at preventing this), Hiyori remains weirdly possessive over Ikuya. When Sousuke compliments Ikuya’s strength as a swimmer in light of Sydney’s prelims, Hiyori thanks him. Sousuke, reasonably enough, wonders why he’s saying thank you. I don’t think it was because Hiyori was trying to take credit for Ikuya’s strength or to thank Sousuke on his behalf, but more likely that he means to say thanks for complimenting his Ikuya. Hiyori seriously gives me the heebie-jeebies!

Also, I still can’t believe he got away without so much as a bloody nose after telling Haru that “everyone who swims with you ends up suffering somehow, huh?” The sheer audacity is baffling!

Ryuuji, much like Haru, has unorthodox methods and is a bit of a weirdo, so I think he’s a good fit as his coach. However, I also think he’s sometimes too hard on Haru and his advice that he should “throw things away” to become a better swimmer is fucking awful. I won’t go as far as saying that Haru’s falling out with Rin after Sydney is Ryuuji’s fault, and I don’t think he was wrong to tell Rin that he needed to fix things himself, but Ryuuji was the one to tell Haru that “the only ones who make it are the ones who don’t waver an inch, even if something happens to someone they care about.” Or in other words, one shouldn’t let things in their personal life affect their swimming, no matter how dear or important. This logic operates under the assumption that swimming is (and should be) completely divorced from everything and everyone else, which is directly contrarian to how Haru swims! It’s literally what sets Haru apart from someone like Albert! Moreover, if your athlete calls you in the middle of the night out in the pouring rain and tells you he’s ready to sacrifice everything to improve despite explicitly saying previously that he won’t do that, you’d probably think something must’ve happened, right? Then you watch him over-exert himself because he’s in a hurry against his own anatomy and your solution is to shove Rin against a wall and tell him that it’s his responsibility to fix things with Haru?

I’ve never been in sports myself, so I can’t say for sure to what degree a good coach should be involved in their athlete’s personal life when it’s clearly affecting how they perform. Still, I don’t know how realistic it is to expect Haru to just forget everything while he swims—because on the one hand, it’s important to focus on himself as he is instead of pushing himself too hard in order to surpass others, but on the other, distancing himself from the people that he cares about so he can spend all his time and energy training is counterintuitive because his bonds are where he draws his strength from. I suppose this is why the expression “don’t mix business and pleasure” exists because swimming simply isn’t “just a job” for Haru, nor is it separate from everything else he cares about. This is his life we’re talking about here! I hate the idea that life is supposed to stop just because a person has a job to do!

And hell, maybe I’m misinterpreting things and Ryuuji’s stupid advice to Haru had no impact on his decision to throw himself into a self-destructive spiral. But if Ryuuji wants Haru to avoid the mistakes he once made, I think it's unwise to advise him to stop concerning himself with people he cares about. Y’know that shit Ryuuji told Rin? That he needs to “grab on to what’s important” to him “and not let it go”? That’s the advice he needs to give Haru too. He doesn’t need to give up anything—all he’s ever had to be is himself. Wait, shut up. Just as I’m typing this out, I realized that Rin pulling Haru into an embrace in the night pool is literally grabbing on to what’s important and not letting go. Oh! I’m gonna make myself cry! GOD, I LOVE RINHARU! Much like Haru’s personal life being intertwined with swimming, BadPosture’s Free!meta is never without Rinharu!

Kinjou is an arrogant son-of-a-bitch with a history with Ikuya and Hiyori that I am completely oblivious to. I’m seriously wondering if there was another movie or something that I missed because I don’t know what’s going on with them. He shows up for the first time at the end of Road to the World to tell Hiyori that he thinks he’s worse off being friends with Ikuya and to call him “Hiyori Crybaby.” I don’t remember Hiyori’s character ever being established as a crybaby, so I’m not sure where this nickname came from. Then in the first part of the Final Stroke, we see that Hiyori and Kinjou met as kids, but something else must’ve happened between then and university because kid-Hiyori moving away suddenly doesn’t explain Kinjou’s animosity towards Ikuya.

At the prelims, Kinjou calls Ikuya “Mermaid Princess Hero,” which means he’s probably heard Ikuya’s claim that he “gave up his heart in order to get stronger,” but “couldn’t become human.” Who’s to say if he knows anything about Haru? Anyway, he also brought over another breaststroke swimmer named Kotetsu Sudou to intimidate Ikuya, saying, “You might always be pushing Hiyori and your brother around…but don’t get full of yourself.” So…Kinjou bullies Ikuya because he doesn’t want him going around thinking he’s hot shit? I was gonna say that this is pretty unnecessary, but I just remembered the whole “Bullying Ikuya For Sport” thing, so I guess I’m not one to talk… Anyway, he goes on to say something rather curious about Ikuya’s performance at prelims: “Don’t show me such mediocre swimming. There’s too big of a gap between you and Sudou…even though there’s someone rooting for you.” Does he think that Ikuya’s performance should be enhanced knowing that he has Hiyori back home rooting for him? While that’s an awfully romantic statement, it’s not exactly realistic! Then later, Kinjou confides to Hiyori that he’s jealous of Ikuya because he’s “blessed” …presumedly in the form of cheerleaders Natsuya and Hiyori. Perhaps knowing that Ikuya takes his support system for granted is what makes Kinjou dislike him. (And perhaps he and I have more in common than I thought!) Then again, in the second part of the Final Stroke, Kinjou apologizes to Ikuya for “always lashing out” at him and Hiyori, effectively resolving the matter less than two minutes into the movie. So…that’s that?

Then there’s the business with Kinjou’s cousin, Kiyo. What the hell happened to him? Is he even still alive? Because I know next to nothing about this mystery relative, Kinjou’s conversation with Ryuuji about him “going through a lot” is really confusing! And then in the next movie, Ryuuji says to Kinjou, “I’ll save you someday, too!” LIKE I’M SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. (And in case you forgot, Ryuuji, your only charge ends up in rehab after one season of you coaching him! You aren’t in any position to be saving anybody, bitch!!) Anyway, it’s obvious that Kinjou’s arrogance is his way of overcompensating for the fact that he’s a lot more sensitive and cares more than he wants to let on. He’s something of a tsundere whose actions run contrarian to his words—because while he keeps saying that he’s only swimming for himself, he joins the Haru protection squad and swims to give Haru a chance at competing in the final. So, in short, I think Kinjou is alright, but I haven’t spent enough time with him to get to know him, y’know?

Albert is something of an enigma, but mostly because I have no idea what his motivations are. He’s an ominous figure in the world of swimming, with the nickname “Odin” instead of the usual animal motif. Mikhail cautions Rin that his swimming is “out of this world” and Isuzu says there are rumours that anyone who swims with him “feels their mind being torn apart.” But when he meets Haru, he seems…nice? He’s not arrogant like Kinjou and he actually seemed to be kind of free-spirited. We see that he’s an exceptionally quick learner and he acknowledges Haru as a swimmer. Nevertheless, competing against Albert disrupted Haru’s subconsciousness (in that the answer to the big “why do you swim” question gets fuzzy in his mind) …but I’m not exactly sure why. Mind you, Albert’s interactions with Haru after they met are just downright bizarre. He says such cryptic shit like, “The water favours you, I can tell,” but he seemed so genuinely pleased that I can’t get a proper read on him at all!

It’s my understanding that Albert’s team manager is living vicariously through him, and so Albert has been strapped with the expectations and dreams of someone else. I can understand why he’s a clinical swimmer because the only things that matter to his team are his appearances and results. With that all said, I wonder if Albert chose to miss the finals in Sydney partly as an act of defiance against his manager and partly to fuck with the psyche of other swimmers—especially after dismissing Kinjou completely before the semi-finals and telling Haru that he’s “not swimming for fun today. I’m just going out there to do my job.”

Feeling as though he had to take on Albert alone is what made Haru “throw everything away” (in the form of a dissociative episode where he breaks things off with Rin), and then launch himself into self-destructive training under Ryuuji. The second part of the Final Stroke is all about Haru recanting that idea and accepting the support of others. Meanwhile, Albert is hardly in this movie at all! I think my biggest question is whether or not Albert likes or wants to break the spirits of other swimmers. I honestly don’t think he does, so I can’t help but feel bad for him. Still, his general cadence is so fucking weird! I have no clue what he’s thinking at all!

#free iwatobi swim club #natsuya kirishima #ikuya kirishima #hiyori toono #azuma ryuuji #kinjou kaede #albert wahlander #haruka nanase #rin matsuoka #rinharu #rinharu is always implied in everything I write #long ass post #free!meta #badposture answers

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dxfiedfxte-a · 1 year

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Pre-Plotted Thread || @more-than-a-princess ||

While the reoccurrence of being away from Sonia was a little tricky, over time, he had gotten used to it and the both of them even managed to put together a routine for whenever they could call. So even with the continuous cycles of being away, and then being together, and vice versa, the couple was doing just fine, and they were still going just as strong as they were when they started coming to the halfway point of their relationship, and now, here they were, the year was slowly nearing its end, with Christmas being only two months away when counting the rest of October.

Once the year would end it would mark the second year landmark of them being a couple, it was crazy to think that another year had come and gone so quickly when at the beginning, it seemed to drag on for so dreadfully long, that at times, it almost seemed like the year would never end, it was incredible how fast time would seem to pass, and so suddenly too. At the very beginning of their relationship, Minato was admittedly a little worried that the multiple times they would be away would negatively affect their relationship, but after doing it for this long now, this was something he no longer needed to worry about, they had been together long enough for him to be very much adjusted to their own cluttered schedules over the years.

After about four months of being apart for about the seventeenth or so time in their relationship, the couple finally had some free time, and by some odd, rare twist of luck, the two of them for the second time, had the exact same week off, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Thinking about what to do, Minato had a perfect thought, there was one particular place that he had always wanted to take Sonia, and now that the fortune of opportunity was finally smiling upon the couple, it was time to use it.

There had been many a time that Sonia had expressed her desire to know more about him, to know more about his past for a change, while he did talk about his past a few times now, there hadn't been enough for Sonia to paint a full picture of how his high school days were, and for good reason, how did someone tell their girlfriend of nearly two years now, that you used to fight creatures at a hidden hour that was unknown to humankind, especially the way he summoned his power. There wasn't exactly an easy way to tell someone that you had a power that required shooting yourself in the head with something that looked very close to a gun, but wasn't a gun at all, at least not the firearm type.

Who knew exactly when they would have another joint week of days off together? So now was the right moment for this trip, he wondered if any of his friends would be there? Though he doubted it, why would anyone be back in Iwatodai city after all these years? And despite the original Kirijo groups headquarters being there, his friend Mitsuru was most likely at the Shadow Operative headquarters like she often was since she was in charge of that place after she founded the organization herself. Sonia would be able to meet his friends another time, for now, he just wanted to give her that chance to finally know more about him, and this week, was the moment for it.

Minato planned this trip the exact minute he found out that they would share an entire week off, including Saturday, although the couple would likely be leaving to head back that evening since the trek back home was a bit of a long one due to being out on an island just off, close to the Kyoto region of Japan. There were two major ways to get there, through a bullet train, or with a private boat. Considering the fact that Minato and Sonia were prominent public figures in their right, the better and more appropriate option to maintain the privacy and secrecy of their relationship, Minato took the liberty of booking them a private boat to Tatsumi Port Island.

After Minato pictured her up in his car, Minato began to drive them to the port. The drive was about twenty-five minutes thanks to one quick route Minato knew of. Luckily for them, traffic wasn't that bad right now, so they would have no problem making their way over. As they conversed for the rest of the drive, Minato pulled up into the park and ride area for vehicles. Powering off his car and pocketing the keys, he unlocked the doors and exit the car, Minato pressed the trunk button to open it before shutting his door and locking it.

Once they grabbed hold of their luggage, the two met up with their captain and began to board. Because this was a private boat, there was a bedroom prepped for them should they wish to sit inside the lodging area and relax for the sail. The trip was about three hours, and exactly after that span of time, the silhouette of an island with a city skyline could be seen in the distance as the boat began to approach the shore and eventually reach the dock, and in a few minutes, Minato and Sonia were at the docks of Iwatodai City.

Just seeing the familiar shape and outline of the city he knew so well took him back immediately, the feeling of nostalgia came back hitting him in waves, even if his friends weren't here, he was excited to show Sonia the place where he had grown up, the place where everything began. Standing next to her as they step off the boardwalk and onto solid ground, dragging their roller suitcases behind them. Turning his head to look at her, he gives her a playful and cheery smile, next, he turns to face her, bowing his head like a tour guide would.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Good afternoon ma'am, might I say, you're looking rather lovely today, my name is Minato Arisato and I'll be your tour guide for the day~" A playful little quip shortly before breaking the playful act after her reaction. He gently takes hold of her hand, his fingers not hesitating to interlock with Sonia's as if on instinct. Shortly after, he began to lead the way down to a nearby bench by a set of guard rails presenting a beautiful view of the ocean surrounding the semi-urban island city that he had once called his home.

[{ 🦋 }] - "Welcome to Iwatodai city Sonia-Chan, the place, where I grew up. The hotel I booked us to stay at is a little far from here, so I arranged a carpool for us, they should be here in about ten minutes. So we can wait here for now."

#more than a princess #ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ sᴇᴇ -- ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ (Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ x Sᴏɴɪᴀ) - |ᴍᴏʀᴇ-ᴛʜᴀɴ-ᴀ-ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss #ᴠ: Tʜᴇ Fᴏᴏʟ's Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ (MAɪɴ/Pᴏsᴛ-P4UA)#Fᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Mʏ OWN Fᴀᴛᴇ (IC)#//And here we are at last #//I'm extremely excited for this thread #//So much planned and its gonna be great #//I'll still tell you a bit about the place on discord too since there might be a few things the link forgets #long thread #long post

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cheemken · 10 months

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Bro? You just use ibispaint, on a phone, to draw?? And they always come out amazing???

Also Hau and Iris look so CNCHXKSN. They look so cool and you can just tell how much influence Lance and Diantha had on them

But I wanted to say, I thought of how the Unova Region would find out about Iris, or at least how cold and violent she’s gotten. Because if she can’t hide her anger then she’ll definitely be seen as a tyrant sooner or later like Lance and Leon

Now most of the people know that The Champion and The Hero of Unova have been good friends for years. Lots of times the two trainers and their friends would be seen together, hanging out, laughing, being happy, and just all in all great friends. So imagine the regions surprise when Champion Iris greatly injures The Hero of Truth, Hilbert

It was one of those times when Hilbert challenged Iris for her title, confident that him and his Pokémon trained enough to overthrow his friend. But of course she defeated all six of his Pokémon and kept her title. After some small talk Hilbert joking mentions how her luck will run out soon and he’ll be the new champion. And her anger slightly flares for a moment, her friend doesn’t think she’s strong enough to be champion and that she has relied on luck to get this far. She gives short replies to his questions and starts preparing to leave, making sure her Pokémon are fine and healed up

Getting annoyed with her lack of answers and just general attitude over the past few months, Hilbert himself gets angry and starts an argument with her. After some back and forth yelling he says some words he’ll regret. He says how if she’s only using her skills and strength to terrorize the people of Unova, that if she’s going so far that she would’ve killed someone had they not stopped her, then she isn’t fit to be a champion. Because a champions job is to protect, not kill the innocent

Iris really though her friend was better. That he knew his place in the world and trusted her decisions to protect Unova, to protect their friends, to protect him, but it seems he’s just like the rest of them. Looking down on her like she’s nothing

Only when Iris grows quiet does he realize how suffocating the room felt. How the room got colder, and how Iris’ eyes, that once reminded him of shining rubies, were now a frightening eerie red that stared straight at him from across the room. Finally realizing his terrible mistake when Iris reveals a seventh Pokéball and releases the legendary Dragon/Ice type Pokémon, who stares directly at him, with it ready to fire the move Glaciate whenever it’s trainer commands it to

NO BUT CHDMCBDMBCMDBCMDBX

No but my last post, it was supposed to be abt Iris being so pissed abt the people of Unova she did a team Plasma and froze a few of the towns as a threat

And now you send me this and I'm so not fucking normal abt it that is so dope😭

GOD BUT VJXMBCMCNF

Can you imagine the colour on Hilbert's face fading, staring wide eyes up at Kyurem. He never got to face Kyurem back then, Nate never told him, or any of them, of his experience w Kyurem, w Ghetsis. N never told them as well, in respect of Nate's wishes, but what N only told them it was freezing, it felt like a worse version of hell, it felt terrifying, and had he not came in with Reshiram... Hilbert almost didn't wanna know. And now, standing before him was none other than Kyurem itself, under the command of their Champion, glaring at him with the same intensity he once received from Ghetsis.

He should've known. Nate left Kyurem with Drayden. But Drayden's gone now. And the one left with Kyurem is none other than the strongest trainer in Unova.

"Iris... Let's not cross that line." He carefully said, raising both his arms in surrender, "I take it back. I take everything back." His breathing quickened, puffs of cold air leaving his lips with each bated breath, "just.. Arc, Iris, please, don't do this." He pleaded, falling to his knees. He knew what happened to Unova while he, Hilda, and N were away. He knew the damages Kyurem had done because of Plasma. But Plasma wasn't around anymore, and Plasma didn't know the full potential of a Dragon, not like Iris. She knows how to tap into it, knows what to do to unleash their hidden power within, she understands them more than any other could. And she knows that one Glaciate Kyurem will summon will be enough to freeze the entire league over.

But Iris still glared at him. Told him he had a plan with the others, don't you? She can sense them, can sense Zekrom and Reshiram on their way.

"I didn't know about that!"

LIAR!

As she commanded Kyurem to use Glaciate, N and Hilda came just in time to block the attack, commanding both Reshiram and Zekrom to attack Kyurem.

N had warned Hilda to not let Zekrom close, as Iris would probably have the DNA Splicers w her too, so the two became more wary while battling. But Iris was erratic, it's so unlike her now, yelling out her commands, so desperate to beat them.

But also I have this lil concept too, that when N and Hilda came in, Hilda and Hilbert did fight Iris, like legit fought her hand to hand, all while N was trying to calm down Kyurem. And just cjmdd imagine Hilda and Hilbert actually knocking her out and got Kyurem's pokeball, calling him back. And they brought Iris to Plasma's castle under the league, tied her up in a chair maybe, in N's throne most likely, and then the Nuvema gang and N are there before her.

Imagine her glaring at them, almost growling at them, telling them to let her go. But ofc, they're not letting her go that easily. God imagine them finally getting to really talk to her, asking her why she's suddenly acting like that, after Drayden's death she wasn't the same.

And like, imagine her looking down, tears rolling down her cheeks, and she starts sobbing. Telling them that she really just missed her grandpa, that she just wanted to prove herself to be a good Champion, a strong trainer that their region could rely on, but the pressure was getting to her, especially since everyone still looked down on her, how no matter what she does, she will never be enough for the people of Unova, and she hates it. It haunts her every night, haunts her until she couldn't sleep, and it didn't help how she could still hear the hushed whispers of the people in Opelucid telling her that she will never be able to fill in Drayden's role as the mayor of that city too.

Bianca ofc caved in, she tried to approach Iris, Cheren and even Hilda stopped her, but she gave them a look that they knew they couldn't argue w her on this one. Bianca knelt before Iris, wiping her tears, telling her that she doesn't have to fight her battles alone anymore, they're her friends, "we'll always be here for you." And Iris smiled at that, melting in her touch, shifting slightly almost kissing the palm of her hand, thanking her for her patience. Bianca then looked at the others, and they finally relented, they untied Iris and they half expected her to double cross them, instead she fell straight into Bianca's arms, pulling her close as she cried on her shoulder.

And the others, well, perhaps Iris really was misguided, but not anymore, they'll make sure of it. So they went in and joined in on the group hug, telling Iris that they'll always be there for her.

Iris smiled at that, hidden as she buried herself deeper in Bianca's embrace, guess Diantha's acting lessons really did pay off.

#god the unova kids make me so ill they mean so much to me cjmdnd #also yeah i just draw on my phone hahaha #theyre decent at best but hey im glad you think its cool ^^#and god yeah im lowkey proud of my lil drawing of em fr cbmdbxnd #theyre just so cndmndnd #ough™#anyways to this concept #OUGHHHH CJDNCBDMNDDM #no but... i do kinda lowkey ship iris and bianca....#and imagine how obsessive she'll be w her tho cbmdnf #and not like bianca can talk her out of things bc iris is in too deep na #but more like shed kill a man for her #ough your honour the unova kids will be the absolute death of me i swear cbmdbfmd #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112 #villain champions au #long post #unova kids

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Evil Never Triumphs (Vore Story)

THIS IS VERY VERY VERY VERY LONG! LIKE, 11 GOOGLE DOCS PAGES LONG!

Don’t worry though, setup and payout are pretty much equal, six pages to five.

(I hope sincerely that “view post” is on both the mobile and browser versions of Tumblr…)

WARNING: BLOOD, DIGESTION, HEAVILY IMPLIED FATAL!

This is basically the “bad ending” of the story, BUT, a good ending will be posted completely separate of this, so no it won’t have the 11 pages of prior context on it in the post. I preface that, because “heavily implied fatal” leaves the door open to a rescue scenario, and what’s the next logical step after you rescue someone who was almost killed by digestion? Why, healing vore of course! So make sure you stay tuned for that!

Also, hey, I finally wrote another furry pred, so…yay!

****

“All clear!” Dr. Krankcase called out to Wolfgang behind him as he gazed intently around the corner. There didn’t appear to be anything down this particular stony passageway, and despite the fact this was a very large and interconnected cave system, there wasn’t exactly anywhere that an intruder could be hiding, so unless Kaos had managed to recruit a minion with the ability to turn invisible, for now, the two of them were safe.

The moment that the academy got the signal of trouble inside the caves of the Molekin, one having even reported hearing the iconic sound of Kaos’ laughter echoing around the tunnels, Master Eon had naturally alerted that any Skylanders who were currently near the area should go check it out immediately. It just so happened to be that the two former Doomraiders Wolfgang and Dr. Krankcase had been hanging around the region at the same time the distress signal was received. Thus, onwards the two of them scouted, making their way deeper and deeper, down into the dark.

However, as had been rationally suspected by the two reformed villains, knowing quite well the habits of the little, bald man, they were not, in fact, down here alone. Peering with a rather furrowed brow through the magic portal-hole that constantly kept an eye on the two Skylanders, Kaos gave a scowl.

“Out of all the ones who could have come…” he murmured to himself under his breath. He still remembered getting mercilessly betrayed by the Doomraiders when they were still an active villain group, only to have them kidnap him again so that they could go into the future via his portal master magic as a part of their plans, and held a rather visceral hatred for all its former members as such. “...don’t you think I forgot getting trapped in that stupid goo barrel of yours…” he continued on rambling while glaring at Dr. Krankcase through the portal. “...and then having that stupid fleabag right next to ya scoop me up and use me like a toy in order to get his way- HEY, GLUMSHANKS, DID I TELL YOU TO STOP STIRRING?”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS, I MEAN- NO LORD KAOS, OF COURSE NOT! OF COURSE-” Glumshanks, Kaos’ tall, lean, green-skinned troll minion who was the singular voice of reason that the shrimpy, deranged portal master ever had in close proximity to himself, frantically stuttered out as he instantly went right back to stirring around the giant bubbling mixture of Kaos’ newest evil plot that lay slightly simmering inside a gigantic, black cauldron whilst using a comically large spoon and standing on top of a rickety, wooden ladder in order to be able to reach it all in the first place.

“SILENCE, FOOL!” Kaos aggressively snapped back. “Now, where was I? Oh yeah!”

Evilly rubbing his hands together whilst gazing excitedly into the portal, the stubby, bald dark portal master let out a soft chuckle to himself, before the inevitable villain monologue at last began to flow.

“They all think that after I failed to evilize Mount Cloudbreak, petrified darkness would be useless to me! WELL THEY’D BE WRONG!” Confidently turning around in order to face his pot once more, Kaos let a cruel, toothy grin seep its way across his face as poor poor Glumshanks only continued to lose the remaining feeling in his arms.

“THIS TIME, THIS TIME, I have FINALLY managed to distill down this stuff, INTO ITS MOST PURE AND EVIL FORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Gleefully whipping out of his pocket a medical syringe that was filled all the way to the brim with the stuff, Kaos gently caressed the thing in his hands.

“Oooooooohhhhhh….” he sensually shuddered out as he glanced back over at the portal, his eyes practically locked upon Wolfgang whilst he and Dr. Krankcase ventured further into the cave. “...and here we do indeed have THE PERFECT TEST SUBJECT! GLUMSHAAAAAAAAAAANKS!”

“Y-YES LORD KAOS?” Glumshanks called out from his position above the ladder.

“You can stop stirring now! My other minions will know how to handle it from here!”

Glumshanks, though he wished to a downright painstaking degree to feel relieved, was quite simply unable to be so as he shakily set the comically large spoon down upon the brim of the pot. Fumbling precariously with his arms as he desperately attempted to use every single last bit of strength left within them to haul himself down the ladder, the moment he finally touched ground, the poor troll literally collapsed to the floor, losing consciousness almost instantly, taking him fully out of the picture for the moment as a result.

At the sight of this fiasco, Kaos could only scoff before turning, again, back towards the portal. If everything went well, this little experiment could have potentially GINORMOUS ramifications, and it all boiled down to this.

“As long as those idiots remember what I trained them for…” Kaos mumbled to himself whilst keeping close watch on both the former villains. “Then I might just, FINALLY, have a single chance at last!”

****

Dr. Krankcase’s iconic wooden spider legs scuttled their way across the cold, stone floor as the two former Doomraiders apprehensively moved forth through the tight, underground passageway. In order for Kaos’ plans for the two of them to work, at this point it was imperative for them to somehow be separated down there.

Thankfully, however, it was indeed for that particular reason why the bald-headed, eensey-weensey little villain had chosen this particular cave in the first place. Not with these two specifically in mind, of course, the overall plan would work regardless of who came in, just as long as it was two or more people, but regardless, Wolfgang and Dr. Krancase were the two who had answered the distress call, and as a result, the plans would now have to be adapted specifically for them and their abilities.

“Looks like the tunnel splits paths here.” Wolfgang growled under his breath. “That might mean we’ll have to split up.”

Narrowing his eyes as he gazed attentively down one of the passageways, Dr. Krankcase eventually nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah, they go in completely different directions. We’ll have to strike it out on our own.”

Wolfgang gave a scowl. “Alright then, but you do remember what the emergency call is just in case there’s foul play involved, right?”

“Of course, it was… ‘Scrump Muffin’, yes?” Dr. Krankcase calmly replied, with a rising hint of humor in his voice.

“Yeah, since if you just hear me screaming ‘help’, you can’t really know if it was actually me or not, but something like that?”

“Oh yes, absolutely.”

Wolfgang smirked. “Heh, if somethin’ actually does happen after we break, those poor enemies are gonna be in for a surprise.”

The two reformed villains jovially shared a casual bout of laughter with each other, before at last, it was time for them to get going.

“Alright. Welp. I’ll see you on the other side I suppose.” Dr. Krankcase concluded with a nod as he began to make his way down the right passageway.

“Eh, just as long as neither o’us have to scream out ‘Scrump Muffin’, of course.” Wolfgang responded soon after.

Still rather amused over their chosen emergency phrase, the two Skylanders only continued to chortle to themselves as they at last parted ways, Wolfgang being naturally able to see in the dark, whilst the wooden-legged doctor utilized the light emulating from the canisters upon his goo guns to look around.

“I know I can go pretty fast on these babies…” Dr. Krankcase noted to himself, referring of course to his legs. “I just hope that Wolfgang can manage to achieve the same…”

****

“Is he here yet?”

“Do you see him?”

“SHHHHHH! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE OUR POSITION AWAY!”

“Oh…sorry!”

Kaos’ troll minions chattered amongst themselves inside the left passageway as they awaited in the dark for one of the two Skylanders to walk obviously into their trap. Knowing that the both of them would naturally be on high alert, the trolls had all drunk an invisibility potion before getting into place, ensuring that the naked eye had absolutely zero chance of detecting them. Thus, within the middle of the passageway they stood, silent and at the ready for the inevitable fight to ensue.

The trolls had no idea which of the former villains were coming down their path, but it ultimately didn’t matter, as long as it was one of them, the plan would continue just fine. Knowing that they were listening for either the sound of footsteps or scuttling, the trolls strained their ears. Thus, as soon as the unmistakable light plodding of Wolfgang’s feet began to echo throughout the walls, the trolls silently nodded amongst themselves. Perfect. Kaos had told them that Wolfgang was the ideal test subject, and low and behold, here he was.

Knowing due to their training what they needed to do next, the trolls thus proceeded to tighten up their muscles in preparation to strike whilst keeping their eyes locked tight on the bipedal wolf trodding forth. It would not be very long, however, before Wolfgang swiftly stopped dead in his tracks.

And it was right then and there, upon what the former evildoer did next, that the trolls came to a realization. As while the reformed wolf sure was the perfect test subject for this evilizing serum, he was absolutely not, the perfect target for an ambush, a fact which, in the end, boiled down to one, simple fact. Wolfgang’s sense of smell.

“Something smells… off, here.” the two legged wolf mumbled to himself whilst ferociously sniffing the air. “Almost like…”

The trolls forcefully suppressed a sudden gasp of shared panic, as they at last understood that their time was finally up.

“TROLLS!” Wolfgang snarled out whilst using his Skylander magic to make his bone-harp appear in his hands. He had chosen his harp over his bow because the cave was a very enclosed space, and he would need to attack multiple enemies at the same time if he were to get out of here successfully. “AWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Allowing his howl to reverberate around the cave, compounding in upon itself before at last reaching the trolls’ ears, the group of enemies at last gave in as they collectively gave an searing cry of pain from the anthro wolf’s attack, the musical note for pain echoing around inside their eardrums as Wolfgang went on to make use of his claws to slice the trolls into submission upon the floor. Despite their blood being invisible too, the unmistakable metallic tang practically emulated off the bodies as the poor, defeated minions let out wincing groans of agony before they at last disappeared into visible piles of experience orbs, that which were casually absorbed into Wolfgang’s body as a result.

Once he was sure that there were no more enemy trolls around, Wolfgang gave a scoff.

“Didn’t even manage to land a hit. How pathetic.”

Allowing his bone-harp to disappear back into hammerspace, Wolfgang began to think.

“...alright then. Trolls. What could that mean?” he mumbled to himself whilst placing a finger under his chin. “Well there was a report of Kaos’ voice down here, and he has used trolls as minions in the past, so…”

Upon at last fully comprehending just what this might mean, Wolfgang made his bone-harp re-appear in his hands.

“...*tisc* I have no idea what that hairless, empty-skulled fool is thinking about doing this time, but-”

“HEY, ‘FOOL’ IS MY WORD, YOU THIEF!”

Wolfgang’s heart instantly leaped to the sky as he rapidly attempted to pinpoint the exact origin of that cry. “WOAH!” he instinctively called out in his shock.

“Woah is right, my former furry friend. For it is I! Kaos. Who has arrived here to- HEY! WHAT THE-”

Instantly switching his harp for his bow before using one of the arrows to pin Kaos against the wall via his cloak, Wolfgang promptly slammed his fist around the miniature villain’s throat, before giving a deep growl.

“Comin’ in to clean up your minions' mess after such a pitiful display, hmm?” he rumbled out directly into Kaos’ ear. “Well I frankly don’t care WHAT kinds of dirty tricks you’ve got up your sleeve, THIS TIME, when we trap you somewhere, YOU STAY TRAPPED IN THERE, DO YOU HEAR?”

“UH..OH UH-I MEAN-I-!” Kaos began frantically stuttering as he attempted to reach into his right cloak pocket without it seeming too conspicuous. “WELL YOU SEE, I-YA!” As the seconds ticked by, only that final cry out of the infamous portal master’s mouth had managed to echo its way around the tightened, cavern walls, as the grip around his throat was slowly released out of horror.

Wolfgang’s heart froze. He knew he had just been hit by something. That much he knew. His pupils dilated ‘till they strained as a single tear began to well up inside his eye. “Wh-what…what did you just do to me?” he softly whimpered out.

Tossing to the side the now empty syringe, Kaos promptly tore the arrow off the wall and out of his cloak, allowing him to move freely again, as the poor bipedal wolf began rapidly wincing in agony, whilst tensely grimacing upon the floor.

“It's over now, wolfie…” Kaos teasingly stated. “That was liquified darkness that I just injected into your blood. There’s no way for you to resist it. You might as well just give it up now.”

Upon being delivered this information, Wolfgang gave a yip, as the gears within his head that still held the capacity to function began rapidly turning.

“...y-you mean you were TRYING to get up close to me?”

Kaos let a seering, cruel grin creep across his face, whilst giving the poor wolf a nod. “Oh…but yes…yes I did!”

“And you…did you…DID YOU LEAVE THOSE TROLLS THERE JUST TO BE BAIT?”

Kaos almost instantly theatrically threw back his head. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YES, YES! FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT, FOOL, HAVEN’T YOU?”

Able to feel the darkness deeply infiltrating his veins as he sputtered, coughed, and spat, poor Wolfgang’s mind began to rapidly dissipate, only able at this point to yowl out one last phrase amongst his anguish, as the darkness at last overwhelmed him, and his body gave in as such.

Kaos couldn’t help but give out an “Eh?” as soon as Wolfgang had said it, but of course, he paid the strange cry no mind. After all, how could any phrase as meaningless and downright sickening as “Scrump Muffin” ever be of any concern to such a meticulous plan such as this?

Simply shrugging the moment off as the transformation finally began, Kaos was indeed soon after able to feel the heavenly euphoria of victory flowing generously through his nerves, causing him to give a pleased shudder of pleasure, and turn his way back towards the rapidly shifting Wolfgang as such.

“OHHHHHH…I BET YOU WISH YOU HADN’T SNATCHED ME UP FOR ALL OF THOSE ANTICS WITHIN THE TOWER OF TIME, NOW, DO YOU?”

Kaos knew that Wolfgang couldn’t hear him, but that ultimately didn’t matter. The first phase of the plan had been a resounding success, and as the villainous grin on his face only continued to grow wider, the tiny dark portal master began evilly tapping together his fingers as he enthusiastically prepared himself, as well as his newfound darkness-infused tool, to move forth to phase two. Positively overwhelmed with his joy, Kaos gave one last lament to his well-planned, perfectly executed win, his absolutely brimming being seemingly just about ready to burst.

“DO YOU?”

****

Dr. Krankcase had indeed received the signal. He had also received the quite possibly unintentional signals resonating from Kaos’ throat as well. Due to his rather cautious, scientific nature, the lime-green skinned, trenchcoat wearing doctor had been meticulously examining the walls around the area with each scuttle he took deeper into the cave, just to be sure there weren’t any hidden cameras or booby traps anywhere along their length. Because of all this, the moment the distress call was sent, it had come from ahead of him, relative to his position within the tunnel. As a result, the spider-legged man had only one direction to go when it came to helping his friend, and that was, of course, forward.

“Gaaaaaaaaugh, I swear, if there ARE any hidden traps down here that I miss and thus activate because I’m rushing to help Wolfgang, I will…uuurgh…” he grumbled to himself as he ran.

“WELL RIGHT NOW IT DOESN'T MATTER! HE SENT ME THE SIGNAL AND NOW IT'S MY JOB TO GO FIND HIM!”

Increasing his speed to about as fast as he could go whilst holding forth a goo gun just in case he needed it, the reformed doctor’s gaze hardened as he was suddenly able to discern some light resonating out of the end of the tunnel. Nodding his head as such whilst preparing himself for a fight, Dr. Krankcase soon burst forth out of the opening of the tunnel and into the chamber beyond.

The area was extremely spacious, in complete contrast with the considerably narrow tunnels before it. The ceiling and walls were undetectable by anyone standing in the center, and even the faintest of breaths could be heard echoing their way across the dark, as the cautious man gazed around intently, not daring to make any noise, searching vehemently, for any sign, at all, visual, audio, or otherwise that, could give him any clues whatsoever as to what was going on.

Eventually, after a good few minutes of inconclusive waiting, the now considerably less on-edge doctor began to wonder if Wolfgang was still trapped in his tunnel, and he wasn’t able to tell because he had been running so fast. He was just about to turn himself around in order to go check out that possibility, before all of a sudden, out of quite literally nowhere, a warm, misty breath was heaved directly onto the back of the poor doctor’s neck, the resulting shock and panic forcing the man into absolute sensual overdrive once more.

Instantly swiveling his being around in order to face the source of the breath head on, holding out both of his guns in preparation to fire, Dr. Krankcase was, in the end, granted by the circumstances just a few seconds to get back his grasp on reality, before at last, a dark pinkish light swiftly erupted into ignition, the fierce, resulting lumination revealing the secrets at last.

Dr. Krankcase instantly froze, both of his arms inevitably locking up as the facts of the matter began to shakily settle in. The poor man had absolutely no clue what had happened to his friend back in those tunnels for any of this to be the case, the spectacle itself had given him basically no hints, but all that he could discern from the scene, was soon to be expressed in one simple sentence the moment the quivering doctor finally regained control over his voice box once more.

“W-Wolfgang?” he quietly stammered out in horror as he shakily scuttled a few inches back.

The shuddering man absolutely knew that his former fellow Doomraider wasn’t able to respond. No in a state like this. And yet, the word still came out, most likely by instincts, as he began to examine the scene.

He knew for a fact that Wolfgang had been evilized, this was of course because of the distinctive dark purple and pinkish colors currently present upon his fur and body, the newly obtained crystals on the top of his head shining out a brilliant, searing light, as well as how his demeanor was now considerably more wild and aggressive, the frothing, evilized wolf giving out many spiteful hufs towards the man as a result.

That much was just about as concrete as a claim could possibly get under these circumstances. In addition to all that, however, the darkness had also massively altered his physiology, turning him into a relatively gigantic four-legged wolf, with the anatomy and proportions indicative of such a form, his massive, hunkering body completely towering over the doctor, a body so huge that it almost caused him to scrape his head against the now visible ceiling a few times as he shifted his being about, the now rather tiny man slowly gaining back his composure as he let a few more simple sentences softly escape from his mouth.

“Wolfgang…please…if you can still hear me…please…try and fight it out…” he began practically pleading with the canine. “...I don’t want to hurt you…I-I know you would never hurt me…well…in this era at least, but…the darkness…” Dr. Krankcase was barely even able to get halfway through his sentence before the evilized wolf gave a low growl and promptly narrowed his eyes.

“...please don’t pounce…please don’t pounce…please don’t-POUNCE! AAAA!”

Quite unfortunately for the panicking spider-legged doctor, Wolfgang’s evilized mind was firmly in control, and as a result, before the gunslinging man even had the chance to pull the triggers, his body had taken the leap.

“GAAAAAH! NO!” Dr. Krankcase cried out in terror as he was squashed beneath a paw pad. His wooden spider legs naturally folded inwards upon themselves as the reformed villain’s head and chest were aggressively forced to the floor, pinning him underneath as a result, and leaving him unable to fire his goo guns, that which were also crushed under the force, possibly even shattered, as the now trapped man painfully let out a gasp.

“WOLFGANG! WOLGANG! PLEASE! PLEASE FIGHT OUT OF IT!” he frantically squealed in desperation as he fruitlessly squirmed about beneath the paw. “NO, NO, NO!”

It did not matter how much Dr. Krankcase screamed. It didn’t matter how much he struggled. It didn’t matter what actions he took in order to try and break himself free. No, all of that was rendered completely and utterly null, all precisely in the moment where Wolfgang, at last, fully revealed his maw.

Seemingly realizing this, the poor doctor’s body almost instantly froze up as his consciousness went blank. It wouldn’t take very long, however, before the color in his eyes steadily began to return, and he finally understood everything.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS, YOU DON’T HAVE TO-MMMMMPH!” Swiftly getting shut up by a light stroke of the tongue, Wolfgang retracted the dark purple muscle for a while before he began generously salivating, giving a rather slimy lick across his chops before his paw slid down so that it was now only covering the man’s wooden legs, leaving him therefore able to give the man’s remaining biological parts a quite thorough examining via the flavor having seeped through onto the outside of his clothes.

Flopping the sleek, heated muscle onto the pinned doctor’s back before slowly dragging it across the trenchcoat’s leathery exterior, Wolfgang’s body gave a pleased shudder as the opened maw continued to blow front after front of warm air onto his writhing prey below. Dr. Krankcase was no longer even able to verbally resist as he was gently flipped over upon the floor, causing the man to come face-to-face with the ravenous, beastly creature, before the hot, thick form of the tongue positively slathered its saliva upon his shirt-covered chest, eventually making its way up to his face, the sticky, dousing fluids soaking into the man’s skin and hair as he desperately sputtered and coughed.

Having had enough with the sampling, Wolfgang’s evilized mind now knew that it was at last time for the reformed villain’s journey to commence, and upon giving his prey a preemptive sniff just to be sure he wasn’t going to be ingesting anything harmful, the ferocious, giant wolf swiftly took his paw all the way off the doctor’s form. Before the shuddering man even had the chance to pick himself up off the floor, however, Wolfgang’s opened jaws came viciously crashing down above him, slamming full-force their weight into the floor and causing multiple shockwaves to go reverberating by, before the jaws cautiously closed around the man, hauling him up, wooden legs and all, into the air, teeth clenched gently around him, before said teeth as well as his tongue began working together to maneuver the doctor back into the center of the maw. Slightly tilting his head towards the roof as he did so, Wolfgang could feel Dr. Krankcase’s body on the inside sliding effortlessly onto the middle of his tongue, his wooden legs still in their folded position that allowed the man to lay flat against the ground. Fiercely clenching down his teeth in order to fully seal his prey inside, Wolfgang allowed a low growl to rise up from his throat before calmly laying his body against the cold, cavern floor.

Dr. Krankcase’s brain had all but completely shut down at this point as he was able to hear the soft, constant breaths being heaved in and out of Wolfgang’s lungs all around him. As his partially broken goo guns were now located outside, his only remaining hope at this point was to pull himself together enough to use his leg spin move to get Wolfgang to spit him out. Rather unfortunately for him, however, This possibility was rendered all but null as the giant wolf’s sleek, purple tongue folded over on itself and once more pinned the doctor down.

Taking his time in order to savor the immaculate taste upon his prey’s being, Wolfgang proceeded to slowly swish the man between the tight, bulging pockets of his cheeks before he sent him down to his doom. As the reality of the situation only compounded in on itself within the mind of the poor doctor, Wolfgang at last unraveled his tongue from the man, before tilting his head back once more, and allowing the slide to commence.

Dr. Krankcase knew rather well that once he had gone beyond the gullet, he had quite possibly gone beyond the point of no return. It was mostly likely for that reason, then, that the formerly quivering brain of the man finally snapped back to attention. Able to feel his upper body slowly slipping down the tongue’s sloped surface, he frantically swiveled his head around in an attempt to find a way to get out, as he understood implicitly that trying to climb back up the tongue would only end in disaster. Luckily for him, as soon as his wooden legs were wedged somewhat cleanly into the entrance of the evilized wolf’s throat, the plump, dangling sack of flesh that was the uvula appeared in his peripheral vision above him. Not wasting any time in frimly grasping onto the thing with his hands, Dr. Krankcase was thus only able to hang there precariously as Wolfgang suppressed a gag.

Not taking very kindly to his prey attempting to resist, Wolfgang let a rather aggressive bark rattle its way up the doctor’s body as the poor man on the inside instinctively gave a shudder of fear. Giving a hard gulp in an attempt to get the spider-legged doc off his uvula, Dr. Krankcase’s grip began to slowly slip off. Tightening his hold in pure desperation as a result, the relatively tiny man, though he obviously couldn’t feel it, was able to tell his wooden legs were getting squelched into Wolfgang’s esophagus as his hold on the uvula only continued to grow stronger.

Feeling Wolfgang gulp once more, causing the dark purple piece of flesh to be tugged further downwards as a result, Dr. Krankcase was able to tell that part of his upper body was wedged inside the evilized wolf’s throat as well, causing his eyes to well up a little as his fingers began sliding off the continually stretching sack. Now, only one more gulp was needed in order to send him down into the tightened tunnel below, and it wouldn’t take very long before Wolfgang did just that.

Poor Dr. Krankcase was thus forced off of the uvula, that which practically slingshotted itself back up and into place as a result of all that stretching, as the now slightly weeping man was fully squelched in. Still holding up his hands just in case of a miracle, the former villinan-turned Skylander would receive precisely nothing to aid his being as his hand was at last slipped through the upper esophageal sphincter along with the rest of his body.

Wolfgang on the outside gave a rather satisfied sigh as he could feel the slight bulge traversing its way down his throat. Still able to detect some of the man’s flavor upon his tongue, the humongous canine proceeded to give a lick across his chops before nonchalantly allowing the thing to dangle outside of his maw, and drool its way onto the stony cave floor as a result.

Meanwhile, Dr. Krankcase on the inside was once again desperately trying to resist. Practically pounding and banging his fists into the side of the evilized wolf’s throat, the great wolf on the outside only gave a scoff and an eye roll as the the pathetic punching and squirming did basically nothing other than send light vibrations up the thing whilst the spider-legged doctor at last disappeared behind Wolfgang’s collarbone.

Dr. Krankace’s tears began to rapidly pick up as he was finally able to sense Wolfgang’s deep, pounding heartbeat throbbing inside his chest. The echoing thumps booming all around his ears, the poor man gave a shudder once more as the overarching baseline was suddenly joined in by the rising melodic choruses of the grumbles and groans emulating out from the awaiting stomach chamber below.

At last, though, again, he couldn’t feel it, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear the lower esophageal sphincter opening itself up as all five of his wooden legs were effortlessly squelched through, leaving only his upper body left to be squeezed out.

The force of gravity aiding the process quite nicely, Dr. Krankcase instantly closed his eyes and scrunched his nose against his face as he finally took the plunge. Being thankful for once in his life that he couldn’t feel his legs, the poor man, for the moment, dared not open his eyes, as he knew that the instant they were to be opened, his heart would sink to his core.

Wolfgang was able to sense the fellow reformed villain landing deep inside his guts due to the resulting sloshing of the liquids within, causing the area to start picking up its activity, churning and gurgling the recently entered prey around whilst the acids slowly trickled in. The hefty, solid sensation of the man weighing down inside his stomach was downright heavenly for Wolfgang, as suddenly, all of the air that had been swallowed down along with Dr. Krankcase came rising back up in his throat, causing him to let out a great, echoing belch which rang its way across the giant cave and caused the magically enlarged canine to form upon his face an exceedingly cruel grin.

Smacking his lips a few times as he positively reveled in the moment, the poor spider-legged doctor on the inside of his guts was beginning to realize the acids were at last searing their presence around him. Since he could touch the bottom of the relatively shallow chamber with his wooden legs, he was able to stand all the way up so that they weren’t searing away any of his biological flesh. Still, he knew it would only be so long until the things gave way, and as a result, let out a suppressed wince as he squished himself deeply into the walls surrounding the deathly liquid pool, as the one source of comfort he could possibly have left, in the face of doleful reality.

The soft, cushiony walls churned and shifted against his being as the constant white noise only continued to ring within his ears. Feeling the natural warmth and wetness upon the walls soak into his cheek as his left eye squeezed out a tear, Dr. Krankcase was soon able to recognize the sizzling noises of the acids below him as they began to work away at his legs. The soft, wooden exterior was starting to melt away, their molecules being released out into the acidic broth as nothing but mere goop. The poor doctor winced. He could indeed sense the irony, and the irony absolutely was not pleasing him. Knowing that now, it was only a matter of time before all which remained of his flesh and blood body was to meet the same fate, he grimaced. Half of himself was already six feet under. Perhaps, now was the time for the formerly separated two halves of himself to at last meet back up.

Back on the outside, Wolfgang at this point had rolled himself over onto his side, and was currently making use of his front paws to knead and glomp over the slightly bulging belly that protruded from his middle. The area was rising and falling at a gentle, consistent pace, as the evilized wolf casually rubbed his pads around its form. There were a few audible groans and grumbles that would occasionally echo around the cave, as Wolfgang gave a sigh whilst slowly closing his eyes. When he opened them up again, however, instead of bearing the now expected presence of pleasure and relaxation, they instead bore the perhaps completely opposite presence that was, deep thought and seriousness.

He absolutely knew that victory was in his paws, that much was absolutely true, and yet, he also knew that Dr. Krankcase down inside of him was indeed smart enough to be able to delay this victory until backup inevitably came. Yes, he wouldn’t be able to keep his biological body above the acid line very easily after his wooden legs ceased to function, but it could definitely still be done, and figuring out how to do such things on the fly was, in fact, one of the reasons the doctor was such a valuable asset to the Doomraiders back when they were a cohesive team, and now that very same ability, provided Wolfgang couldn’t find a way to counter it, was to be used back towards the cause of the Skylanders, and against the wishes of the one who had evilized him. Wolfgang, in his evilized state, plain and simply, could not have that. As a result, he concluded that he had to bring the doctor somewhere much tighter than his stomach and with barely any room to move around at all. And it would only take a few more seconds of deliberation on Wolfgang’s part before he figured out where, in fact, that place may be.

From his place on the inside, Dr. Krankcase was still desperately attempting to hold it together, staring down in rapidly compounding mortal terror at his rapidly melting legs. Layer upon layer of the tan, wooden material constantly sizzled off, as the poor doctor desperately attempted to maintain his upright position by pushing downwards against the squishy, flexible nature of the walls with his arms. This maneuver ensured that his biological upper half would remain uninjured for as long as he could hold himself to this state. And since he wasn’t making any easily detectable verbal noises nor any sudden movements, Dr. Krankcase, his brain continually rushing with overstimulation, did indeed have a brief, tiny, minute flash of a moment where, for a split, singular instant of time, he almost, almost came to the conclusion that there was a good chance of making it out of here alive. As was rather clearly alluded to, however, this feeling was absolutely not going to last.

The formerly villainous doctor was only able to feel it as a gentle shove against his hands, but ultimately, regardless of the amount of power that the motion was sent out with, the effect was all the same. Far too paralyzed with fear in order to properly respond, the poor man was only able to react once more upon his body giving an instinctive yelp once its biological nerves at last made contact with the acids. Now merely working on his impulses, Dr. Krankcase swiftly shoved both his arms forwards in order to catch his fall, as while said arms and the hands attached to them were covered in leather clothing (his trench coat sleeves and gloves), his face absolutely was not, and though he was forced to grimace a little as the liquids still found a way to seep around those barriers and into the fleshy contents therein, since he hadn’t yet sustained any critical damage, there was still a chance he could haul himself back up into the position he was once in, and maybe, just maybe, the hope for survival would live.

Fiercely grinding his teeth in order to work through the agony as he painstakingly inched his body back over towards the stomach walls, Dr. Krankcase was able to hear some sort of squishy, echoing noise resonating throughout the chamber, but merely brushed it off in favor of focusing more on survival. It was only until the moment that he realized there was currently some sort of active waterflow as well, did he finally understand that he now had to stop to fully examine the scene.

Sensing himself getting dragged backwards by the current as it hauled his wooden legs further into its grasp, Dr. Krankcase finally had enough incentive to turn his head around in order to clear the mystery that was the current situation, thus leading him to shakily swiveling it around to finally confirm what he had been subconsciously thinking this entire time.

Alas, unfortunately for the poor doctor, upon having done exactly that, his body instantly froze once more. That was indeed the duodenum that Wolfgang had just opened up, and the meticulous evilized wolf was indeed, (perhaps once he had realized that the man inside of him wasn’t screaming or resisting at all), rather intent on bringing him deeper in, squelching him into an area where he had absolutely no hope of living, the gigantic canine’s now rather ironically named small intestine.

Dr. Krankcase practically gagged from terror as he desperately, though ultimately vainly, clawed his gloved fingers upon the bottom of Wolfgang’s stomach, in an attempt to maintain a grip, as he only continued to be dragged downwards into the entrance of the dark purple intestine, the perhaps one single area in the entirely of Wolfgang’s digestive system that pretty much guaranteed he would not be getting out alive upon entiering within, regardless entirely of how hard the poor doctor proceeded to struggle.

Quite sadly for the doctor, however, as he was only further and further tugged back, the harder and harder it became for him to resist the flow. Seeing his very last attempt to maintain a grasp on the stomach’s floor being released right before his very eyes, his fingers still being held in a gripping position despite all of his efforts having been in vain, Dr. Krankcase was barely even given time to take in a deep breath, perhaps the final bit of oxygen the poor man was going to get in the totality of his life, before he was, at long, long last, fully sucked within, the entrance to the duodenum closing itself in upon sensing the entrance of its prey, whilst the now extremely satisfied evilized Wolfgang on the outside gave a few self-approving nods, knowing very well that, unless something unpredictable went horribly, horribly wrong for him, his ultimate victory above his former villainous partner was all but guaranteed.

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Now that his body was fully submerged inside the acids, Dr. Krankcase’s plight for survival had all but moved from “attempting to keep himself above said acids” to “attempting to keep himself awake”, for he knew that if he managed to succumb to the ever-present singeing torment constantly being endured upon his body, he was, by all reasonable probability, never to wake up inside his dorm room designated specifically for him within the beloved walls of the one and only Skylander Academy ever again.

Not daring to open his eyes as that would most likely just result in his corneas getting burned off, the poor, suffering man instead focused all available resources on his brain, doing his very, very best to block out any and all signals of pain that his nerves shot straight to the organ, as well as all the equally agonizing screeches coming deep from his chest that urged him to take in a deep breath. As a result, though he certainly knew that the process of digestion was happening to him all around his form, he was, perhaps quite thankfully, unable to see it, and, if he managed to keep his resilience up, feel it. Though of course, if the current situation only continued as it was, pretty soon, he was of course, never going to feel anything, much less the stinging burns of the acids all around him, ever again.

Within the outside of his self-limited perception, then, the acids toiled in joy. Swishing their way around the man’s thick, leathery trench coat, and tricking their way down into his gloves, the epidermis of the poor doctor began to rapidly sizzle away, as the cellular goop swirled out into the acidic, deathly broth and subsequently homogenized into a shushing cellular goop, not that far off from the distinctive glowing green goop that the man himself used in most of his attacks, in fact. If only Dr. Krankcase was even able to sense the irony, as his consciousness continually wavered, dangling seemingly by a single, remaining, easily snappable twig that was the poor man’s sanity.

Meanwhile, in the part of his body that, could he feel it, would have probably added so much to his current pain that the moment the dermis was pierced he would have passed out instantly, the acids had done absolutely nothing short of a remarkably good work in dissolving down the wooden legs as well. At this point, the wood had been completely grinded away in some areas as the mechanics inside were finally exposed to the slush. Naturally folding in on themselves as the electronics holding them in the “standing” position the man had been utilizing back in the stomach were finally fried away, a similar excursion of the doctor’s biological flesh was only continuing forth as, at last, at the inevitable, oncoming moment that Dr. Krankcase knew deep down was to happen at practically any second, finally came over him at last. The acids breached his blood vessels.

Barely any of the sweet, crimson liquids at all had spilled out into the great, evilized wolf’s small intestine before Dr. Krankcase’s brain, having held out for so, so long, ceased to properly function. All of those previously blocked-out nerve signals had finally breached into his mind. It was all over. There was nothing that could be done. As the numerous, softly swaying villi casually soaked up all of the delicious, nutrient soup wading about in their presence, the villain turned reformed Skylander Dr. Krankcase was only squelched deeper into Wolfgang’s small intestine, where, as had been the predicted outcome by the poor doctor merely the second he had been swallowed down into the throat, unless the Skylands’ gods decided to smile down on him today, and grant him a second chance at life, this was at last the end. And as Dr. Krankcase was not the one to regularly consider such miraculous activity when weighing the likely outcome of an event, it did indeed seem, in that very moment, that the poor man’s prediction had indeed been correct.

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As the clouds float gently in front of the sun and provide shade to the soft grass, a figure falls through them making way for light to land upon the soon to be disturbed grass.

But the ground remains unperturbed, the gently flowing grass now cradling the fallen figure as she floats ever so slightly above it, almost as though she was stuck in a weightless moment of time, waiting to fall but making no effort to commit.

"ehhmm" grunted the ever falling, now clearly seen, jackalope creature.

Grunting because she feels someone carrying her and feels as though she was recently struck hard by a truck, though no pain was felt to validate this feeling.

" Welcome to our world, Priordia Magica! You came to ours as a skyborn after your death to a load bearing rolling machine in your own world of Terra" sang a gruff but medium pitched voice

"I am the grand wizard of this region, you may call me Maro Alvia. And what might your name be skyborn, if you are able to recollect"

Now opening her eyes, the anthro jackalope sighed heavily as memories came back in bits and pieces.

"Rya... my name is Rya. And I'm in a world of magic, why are my robotic implements still attached?"

"Ah what a lovely name, suits you well in this world. Yes, a world of magic that I can't wait to train you in. Skyborn are always the most powerful students." Replied Maro, avoiding the second half of her vexing question.

"But let's get you to town, mustn't keep the local's celebration waiting." Maro continued warmly.

With a snap of his fingers, Rya dropped gently to the ground and she felt finally the soft foliage once desperately reaching to greet her. It felt cool on her fur and wakened her senses. She sat for a good minute taking in the world and saw this.

A tall pine, decorated in squirrel like birds chirping a happy tune. A hilly plain covered in flowers of all hues, including a deep chocolate brown and night black that caught light in a fantastic manner, almost betraying the colors she was certain they were. The beginnings of a cobble path starting from an unintrusive dirt trail that could almost be lost among the flora. Following it she barely saw the beginnings of a town as the first few buildings were covered in an even more spetacular array of orange and blue flowers.

And of course she saw now, the wizard Maro. An androgynous dwarf, something she hadn't considered possible until now, walking ever so lightly on the flowers. She could of sworn they were made of steel to support him had it not been for the light breeze swaying them easily. His beard singed on its ends but shining silver wherever the light caught it and an impossible abyss where the shadows rested. Wearing a green wool coat covered in a thin lattice of golden thread. His boots were of silver gold, indecisive of what color they should be and clashing magnificently with the softer hues of the flowers around him. And he wore a flower crown of none that seemed to grow around them, for they radiated their own glow which could only be noticed if you looked at his deep starry black hair around the crown.

"So are you coming?" Maro kindly said to the mesmerized Rya, knowing she was caught in the world's beauty.

Snapping to reality and having enjoyed taking in the view, she was more than ready to explore even more of it.

"Yup, I'm coming." She said standing up and patting off nonexistent dirt out of habit. And she caught up to Maro in just five bounds of excitement.

Coming into town both Rya and Maro recieved necklaces wrought of silver and threaded with the night black flowers, which are called night delights. Young elven folk approached Rya in curiosity, seeing for the first time an anthro jackalope in the world. Some had to be held back from adorning her antlers with decorations but she let one or two place a flower on her forehead.

"So why the celebration?" She asked as they came to quiet grove which felt more like home than any other place.

"Skyborn are rarely a thing in these times of fading legend. The elder are being reminded of times of living myths and the young are feeling dwindled hope rekindle in the world. This place is a sanctuary of a war torn country... A war between natural magic and innovative technology. I'm surprised many of the locals ignored your unnatural modifications. Though you are of the mythical jackalopes, a race thought to be extinct. Perhaps they think it the only resort to survival."

"But you know I'm from a different world. My existence is no proof of a dead species here." insisted the bewildered Rya.

"I know, because I am a grand wizard with knowledge that would break the spirit of many here. I dare not infringe upon hope if it has a chance to be felt."

"Ah. So to them, the skyborn-"

"Are those returning from the astral plane to protect the world. And in a sense, that is true, if you allow me to train you in our magic."

"Sure, I see no downside in training someone with a whole previous life of knowledge in another world's logic." Half joked Rya

"...Right. We'll start with a small flame, just focus on making heat above your-" Maro was cut short by a brilliant flame in Rya's hand that emanated the heat of a sauna.

"Careful, you're not supposed to start grand with this magic unless you want to burn this whole... tree" Maro reveled in Rya's innate control of the fire. She was making it dance with blue and black flame and cutting off any heat.

"Neat huh! I know fire can be dangerous but I used to play with it a lot as a child. Also really liked fire dancers in my world and tried learning the skill until I lost a bit of my ear. But, fire is a basic concept and a form of energy, atleast, from my understanding. And energy manipulation doesn't necesarrily need heat if cold fission is theoretically possible." The flames in her hand formed a yin and yang symbol before dwindling into sparks of electricity and staying put as an ambient light unable to harm anything.

"So it is true, you skyborn are naturally gifted in natural magic. I was going to train you as though you were but a child, but parlour tricks are not the expertise you need aid in. Show me what you can do, beyond the facade of inexperience." Inquired Maro as he leaned in to sense her lingering mana from the recent display.

"I... I don't think it wise to go all out in this safe haven. I mean, energy manipulation that I just did could result in a devastating explosion if I wanted it to. I mean, the world I came from figured out how to split small bits of matter to make a bomb of mass destruction... But... hmm."

With a shaky hand, Rya opened a rift in spacetime and focused a blast of pure light, closing it immediately after she was done. After a few moments, she opened it again and took out large chunks of gold covered in lead soot. Maro looked on in awe of this display, and fright of her concern for what she thinks possible.

"Enough for today, Rya. You have proven to be a powerful mage and even a skilled alchemist. But your mana can't survive another spell that powerful. Surely you feel it, the drowsiness of a weary soul?"

Rya, who had recently been hit by a truck on her way out of a soul sucking retail job she hated. "Not really, I'm used to working out under these conditions. But I shall heed your warning and go find a place to exercise. uhh, where's a gym?"

"I'm training a loon... Your home, this place, will change to fit your needs. Just ask the flowers to provide what you need, they converse with the fae, translating our language to theirs. I'm, I'm just going to leave you be, if you need me, ask a villager for the forge tower and they'll guide you. Oh! Almost forgot."

Before leaving he procured a foliage wrapped box from his cloak, impossibly large for where it was hidden.

"Open that whence I leave, it's the finest the town and I could make for your arrival. Some of these gifts are heirlooms that have been passed down generations in wait for you."

And with a flourishing hand and puff of smoke, he was gone. Leaving the box, half her height and twice it in length, in a corner of the room.

After an hour of processing the day and checking her cybernetic implants, she set her ear to play a videogame soundtrack from her world and opened the box. An easy task as the flowers wrapping it moved out of her way and revealed the contents, which sparkled the dome of tree cover in brilliant displays.

First she took out a necklace of gold, adorned with an emerald cut in the shape of a heart. As she put it on, a soft green glow covered her and soon disappeared to her waist, and a feeling of protection waved over her. The breeze once swaying her fur was now only felt on her face and moved not a strand below it. At her waist she now wore a tied dark verdant belt of wool.

She then took out five weapons that floated around her and fell into invisible sheathes until she called them out.

A crystal dagger, clear as glass and sharp as a razor, it took form of a butterfly knife at her own thoughts. She experimented with forms of other such small knives and let it wear on her belt as the butterfly knife.

She then called a short sword with a blade made of light, testing the edge she discovered it dealt no damage unless willed to do so. She let it wear on the opposite side of the knife.

Now, a sledgehammer was called, and it was obviously made with the care of dwarves and bore Maro's initials on the handle where it completed the eye. She discovered it would take form of any handled tool similar to the crystal dagger.

She let it sit by her as she called a staff made of wood that was hard as steel. It could change from a wizard's staff with a hold for magic to a straight battle staff for close combat. In the latter form it was collapsible and she wore this where the belt tied itself, fitting it snugly between the bunny ear loops.

Finally, she called a ribbon that followed her commands telepathically. This she discovered, could only be either a ribbon or a whip adorned with vines and fabric flowers, though it danced beautifully and stretched to whatever length she wanted. She let it rest as a bow on her ear to hide the metal covering her flesh.

From the box she drew out the items that made it as large as it was. An assortment of local clothing for any occassion, some that she blushed at not even having thought of encountering such an occurrence. And two sets of armor, one of light mythril and gold, and another of heavy gems and metal. Both when touched by her, became form fitting and light to wear and she figured out Maro's secret to his light footwork over flowers. Alongside the armor was jewelery , of which she put the rings on her antlers unable to wear them on her bunny like fingers and let a few chains also drape over them.

Last in the box to be taken out, was blankets of silk and wool and other such bedding materials. Her favorite was a soft body pillow with a cover of the night sky and the names of its constellations. As these were taken out, the flowers that wrapped the box made a bed for her where it was and she decorated it with the bedding it gave her. She then asked the flowers for an exercise area and a couch and she was provided such, with the addition of a kitchen that had clean running water flowing along a leaf trail.

"Start of a new life, how quickly will it go awry I wonder."

After her workout she cleaned up and slept on her bed. In her dreams she saw the plumage of black smoke over tall mountains, and despaired as a mushroom cloud rose above it. She felt weak and unable to help, cursing herself for overexertion. A jet trail headed straight for her, and an atomatom beckoned her to a hand to hand fight. Just as her face was about to be hit, she woke up. A gentle prodding from the tree her bed was against alerted her to a visitor. She put on a casual flower kimono and answered.

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Jubilife Village, Hisui Region, 1804 AC

Dawn and Rei soon returned to the village in Volo’s wagon to give their reports and rest. Dawn went to fulfill more requests around the village, giving more alpha pokemon to people who wanted a pokemon partner, having fun with Vessa, and finally showing a big enough buizel to Dorian and his weird thing with size comparisons, though Dorian also drew her and gave the resulting chibi drawings of her as part of the compensation. ‘Very particular on the aesthetic I like to collect’, she recalled his comment. She figured he had a lot of time on his hands standing guard over the village.

She also went to Anthe’s to buy a spooky themed pattern kimono set and planned ahead by buying some snow gear for the eventual trip to the Alabaster Icelands. She then went to the river to show off Lord Basculegion to the interested kids, hopefully seeding the idea for the Basculegion Boat Festival years later. She also went to buy the remaining mechanical items from Ginter and chuckled at how out of place they were in her house.

“If more stuff ends up through the space-time distortions, I’m gonna end up in quite an anachronistic house.” she commented to Rei as the two readied themselves for the festival commemorating the village’s founding.

She wore an amethyst colored set, a twisted headband, a festival top, and fancy zori sandals, all matching with her spooky themed bottoms.

Rei, on the other hand, kept his cap while wearing a tangerine festival top, fist themed bottoms and crimson fancy zori sandals that matched his cap.

“At the rate you’re going, you’ll probably buy everything Anthe could make and sell in her shop.” Rei joked as he watched another Arthur Asimov video on her phone.

“And I’ll likely make you carry them and also ask you if each piece makes me look like I gained weight.” Dawn countered back, much to Volo’s amusement as he arrived.

“And as someone working with clothes at one point, you don’t want to tell a woman she looks fat. Even if you don’t, they won’t believe you.”

“So a lose-lose either way?” Rei muttered with an annoyed look.

“Yup.” Dawn grinned.

“Pretty much.” Volo agreed.

The two then chuckled at the face Rei made before the three headed out into the festival. It was still early as the villagers were preparing the lanterns but some stalls already began selling food and some people were already playing games.

Even some of the Diamond and Pearl Clan visited the village to take part in the celebration. Dawn wondered if some actual Celesticans from Michina Town even visited given the white and gold clothing she spotted around the stalls.

Commander Kamado, with Irida and Adaman, then began the opening speech for the festival. It’s the usual spiel in Dawn’s opinion. Another year of surviving the wilderness of Hisui, adapting to change… the only thing missing was a microphone and speaker system and it’ll look like a mayoral campaign.

Dawn then watched Adaman and Irida going to the front side of the stage, struggling not to make an argument in front of the crowd as they made a joint speech and blessing for another year of good will and prosperity for the village.

“In the name of Almighty Sinnoh,” they both began.

“Be they be the Lord of All Encompassing Space,” Irida said.

“Or the Lord of Ever Progressing Time,” Adaman added.

“Where we all find the space to grow to our full potential,”

“When we all experience the best times of our lives frequently,”

“To this we pray,” they said together once more. “In the name of all the peoples of Hisui.”

The two then took a deep breath then glanced at each other. They then huffed and exited the stage through opposite sides.

“Well, at least they’re more tolerant of each other?” Rei muttered at that.

“If that’s the end result of them working with each other, I wonder what they were before Jubilife was founded.” Dawn commented.

“Probably staying far away from each other, communicating through representatives or messengers.” Volo guessed before the three wandered around the festival, enjoying themselves.

It was during the wandering that Dawn noticed someone she knew wasn’t supposed to be there. Enough that she had to be imagining things.

“It is a pity that I can’t bring Lord Electrode to enjoy the festivities.” a guy with long hair said to someone with what looked like a light purple humanoid pokemon playing with some kids.

“There is the fear that Lord Electrode will be struck by lightning and go on a frenzy. Three ruling nobles went on a frenzy by now.” the man in the tattered coat said as he held some paper plates full of food, one for himself and the other for his pokemon that casually stabbed a dango with a claw before eating it.

“And I hate it.” the Diamond Clan guy groaned in frustration. “Lord Avalugg is way too big to hide and my great Lord Electrode shouldn’t be put underground, even for his safety from weird lightning strikes.” he said, eating his baked potato with butter.

“Sneas sne.” the pokemon nodded in agreement as they patted a kid that was having fun with the white and gold basket next to them before waving the kid goodbye. “Sneasler.”

“Lady Sneasler suggests getting help from others in the clan. There is also the Galaxy Team members that managed to quell the frenzied nobles.”

The guy sighed.

“Look, I know you’re still an outsider to the clans’ ways but can you imagine how much of a loss of standing it is when someone else, an outsider of the clans even, goes to serve the troubled noble even more than their actual Warden?”

“Are you that worried over your pride?”

“It has never been about me.” the guy nearly yelled. “To be a Warden is to fulfill a sacred duty towards a noble lineage blessed by Almighty Sinnoh themself. To be chosen to be a Warden is both a great honor and a great duty. As such we must conduct ourselves as is proper. I know the Pearl Clan talked about the joys of their silly space but we of the Diamond Clan are taught to be prepared for every possibility.”

“Even one that the clans have never experienced before?” Ingo, for it has to be either Ingo or another lookalike ancestor and she doubted the coat and hat ensemble was somehow passed down the family for generations, said as she slowly walked closer to the group. “This is a Black Swanna situation. A completely outside context problem.”

“A swanna? Is your memory clearing up a bit more?”

“I… I believe so. I think it’s a pokemon, from where I’m from.”

“I-Ingo?” Dawn muttered out, surprising the three.

“Y-yes young passenger? That is my name.” Ingo said.

“Ingo Jameni? Of the hashtag traintwins on Chirper?” Dawn said as she pulled out her phone. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.” she flipped through the downloaded gifs and showed it to the trio.

The Diamond Clan guy’s face turned red at the sight. The pokemon chuckled at the sight.

“... I believe you’re acquainted with a different Ingo.” Ingo said as Dawn went to look at her phone screen, wondering why they reacted like that. A glance at the gif of the shirtless Fitness Masters showing off a proper workout answered that.

“Sorry! Wrong universe!” Dawn shouted, face red as she properly looked at the downloaded gifs. “H-here, I meant this.”

“T-the man in white…” Ingo muttered out in shock as they watched the gif of what looked like him and his mirror doing the same pose. The feeling that was missing when he did it, like there should have been someone next to him when he did it. Ingo went to grab the phone, looking closer at it.

“His name is Emmet, your twin brother.” Dawn said. “From my reality, I don’t know if you’re my Ingo, but before I was sent here, my Ingo was gone for months. He just disappeared in the tunnels one night-”

“Before closing Gear Station for the day… I… I was doing some routine checks…” Ingo continued, tears falling from his wide eyes as the whites of said eyes began to glow a soft blue. He easily swiped to the next file, a video, showing him and his brother being filmed by someone else. They were cooking lunch, a Galaran curry of some kind that became a craze at the time. He noticed the mugs of coffee nearby.

“You know, I always find it ironic.” the Ingo in the video commented as they waited for the water to boil for the curry roux.

“I am Emmet. What’s ironic?”

“That I take my coffee black and you add in so much milk, cream and sugar, making it white.”

“Why would that be ironic?” a third voice, a woman’s voice, said. “You wear black and drink black coffee. Emmet wears white and drinks white coffee.”

Emmet then chuckled.

“And you drink frappes and frappuccinos, Elesa.” he said with a grin. It was a happy grin as Ingo noticed the smile in his eyes.

“I don’t know why I find it ironic, just that it felt ironic somehow. Like a train nicknamed fastrack that is always slowing down instead of speeding up.”

Ingo then skipped ahead, where all three and their pokemon happily ate their plate of curry.

“Elesa…” Ingo said as he watched the familiar woman chuckle as the twin’s faces before she ate her curry. The name was someone important to him, to both of them, a shared treasure. “Oh treasure ours…”

There was a sudden surge of pressure, faint, like a ripple made on a still pond, but a pressure nonetheless. People and pokemon stopped what they were doing for a moment, glancing around, before returning to what they were doing.

“W-what was…” the Diamond Clan guy muttered as he turned to face Ingo and noticed his glowing eyes. The pokemon simply woke Ingo from his trance with a simple wiping of his tears with her fur.

“Snea…”

“Oh, thank you, Lady Sneasler. I didn’t realize I was crying.” he then returned the phone to Dawn.

“I must thank you, miss.”

“Dawn. I’m Dawn.”

“Miss Dawn. A lot more of my memories have returned, as fragile as they are.”

“Y-you got amnesia?”

“Yes, and I fear that I might need to be reminded. I can already feel my memories fading.”

Dawn found herself placing a hand on Ingo’s forehead then his head, moving her hand underneath the hat.

“I sense an infection within thee…”

“Dawn!” Volo shouted, waking her from her trance. “There you are! Oh, Warden Ingo, Warden Melli, Lady Sneasler, what a surprise.”

Melli stood up straighter as Ingo caught his cap from falling.

“It’s the great Warden Melli to you, merchant.”

“Now, now, no need to be antagonistic. I’m not working at the moment.”

“Hey Dawn! There’s someone selling popcorn here!” Rei shouted as he ate a bag of popcorn with his pikachu.

“Oh? That sounds great! What flavors do they have?”

“Salt, butter, they even put caramel on the popcorn. Oh, who’s this?”

“Warden Melli, Warden Ingo and his noble, Lady Sneasler. They’re the wardens of the Coronet Highlands.” Volo said. “This is Dawn and Rei, the Galaxy Team Survey Corp’s best members. Dawn herself has quelled the various frenzied nobles.”

Melli turned suspicious at Dawn from that comment.

“Now, I had help. Don’t make it sound like I did it all by myself.”

“True, even Almighty Sinnoh has given their blessing, given how many times you technically died quelling the frenzies before you were pulled back to try again.”

“I honestly can’t tell if remembering the failed attempts alone is a good thing or not.” Rei commented.

Melli, Ingo and Lady Sneasler looked at Dawn in growing shock and horror.

“I’m sorry, you’re telling me that you died and Almight Sinnoh reversed time for you!?” Melli shouted, grabbing Dawn in the process.

“Well, a couple of times until I did it right. I got used to it.”

“Miss Dawn, that is a lie.” Ingo said, eyes, glowing a visible bright blue. Dawn couldn’t help but watch them, soft and warm, yet like a blue flame, intense and strong. “Don’t ask me how I could tell but I know a lie when I hear it.”

“You made it sound like you were blessed by Reshiram… wait…” Dawn muttered in realization as she pulled up her phone and went to the old video and played it for everyone to watch.

In it, Elesa was making fun of Emmet, who gained clearly inhuman characteristics like the strangely familiar silver on crimson eyes, in Ingo’s opinion, and the black claws.

They watched closely at the video until the end.

“Wait, if you’re Zekrom Incarnate, are you going to grow a tail? Are you going to grow a massive electric caboose!?”

“Elesa!”

“Zekrom?” Rei asked.

“The legendary Dragon of Ideals of Unova.” Dawn answered. “Their counterpart is Reshiram, the legendary Dragon of Truth. Technically, from my research, there’s the progenitor dragons, the original Reshiram and Zekrom. But they remained sealed away at this time period. They wouldn’t have been awakened and summoned until centuries from now. But Emmet was outed as the progenitor Zekrom’s human incarnation since this video was posted, and if you’re the twin of this Emmet and not some alternate universe Emmet…” Dawn said as she went to the pokedex app and showed them the images of Zekrom and Reshiram.

Ingo looked at the image of Zekrom and recalled the strange memory.

“I remember… the argument with the being in black, with Zekrom… I was a giant among an army in white while Zekrom was with an army in black… the land the battle happened in was strange, fertile fields and a harsh desert at the same time… then we roared at each other…” a sharp pain struck his forehead, making him drop the food.

“Ingo!” Melli said as he went to try to comfort him.

“T-that was the Unovan Civil War… it has to be. That happened some two thousand and five hundred years ago, I mean, two thousand and three hundred years. Such was the power of the progenitor dragons that the breadbasket of the Unova region became a desert despite attempts by nature, pokemon, and people to undo it.”

“Because… I Proclaimed it so… Zekrom… Proclaimed their victory and I… Proclaimed that they shall rule over sand and dust…” Ingo muttered as he sat down, panting with his eyes shut.

“He’s burning up.” Melli muttered in shock.

“Reshiram is a Dragon and Fire type.” Dawn added as she went to comfort him as well. “Why are you here Ingo? Two hundred years in Hisui Era Sinnoh is the last thing people would have looked for you…”

“I… I…” Ingo said before he opened his eyes to look at Dawn for a moment before he fainted.

In that moment, Ingo’s eyes weren’t glowing a soft blue, but in a strange grayish dark teal.

“Come on, carry him. My house is nearby.” Dawn practically ordered everyone, human and pokemon alike. “Volo, head to the wagon and cook out something that could cool down a fever or fire types, probably something with Occa berries.”

“Got it.” Volo said before he ran off.

The rest simply carried Ingo to Dawn’s home, fortunately the festival goers gave them the space to pass through. Rei even got Pesselle to visit some time later.

“As a healer, I suggest some medicine to help with the fever but Ingo should rest until it passes. A fever like this, it might be dangerous for the body. I’m honestly not sure what to think of this… revelation would mean for his health. Occa berries though?”

Dawn simply rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment.

“Occa berries weaken fire type moves when held by a pokemon. I don’t think the properties would have been discovered yet.”

“I’m curious as to where you even get the Occa berries for the spicy Occa berry soup Volo brought in when those don’t even grow in Hisui.”

Dawn then clapped her hands and bowed at Pesselle.

“P-please don’t tell anyone about it. I, uh, ordered them through Volo in secret and I don’t want him to get in trouble with Ginter.”

“I see. Well, as long as Ingo rested and stayed cool and hydrated, he might make a recovery. I’m still not sure about what being part fire type would mean for him so I unfortunately can’t help you there.”

“It’s alright Captain Pesselle. Thank you for your help.” Dawn said before waving Pesselle good bye.

In the distance, the fireworks began.

“So, was it true?” Melli asked. “The whole thing about Almighty Sinnoh reversing time for you?” he asked, clenching his hand and struggling to maintain composure. “To be an exception when it comes to time’s relentless forward march?”

“I, yeah, I did seven tries in quelling Lord Arcanine, so I died six times, technically, I quelled him on the fifth try but Rei died in the lava so I restarted that attempt.”

“I really don’t want the details on that.” Rei added.

Melli opened his mouth to say something, only to huff and look away.

“I’m sure my darling Lord Electrode won’t need quelling by the likes of a galaxy grunt.” he said before he went to Ingo’s side to replace the wet towel resting on his head with Lady Sneasler keeping guard.

“Well, there goes the festival fun.” Rei muttered.

“Now, now,” Volo said with a finger waggle. “There’s still the fireworks to watch at least.”

“True.” Dawn said. “I’m sure they want some space.” the three then watched the fireworks until Rei left to sleep at his home, though Dawn noticed a conflicted look on Volo from time to time. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of questions tomorrow but I suggest not to overwhelm them. I don’t think Ingo knew he was apparently the human incarnation of a dragon god of truth.”

Volo made a strained chuckle.

“Being around you is quite an experience, to say the least. Is a prophecy going to be fulfilled by your actions as well?”

“Well, I don’t know about prophecies. Surprisingly sparse given the region’s deities. I did read some history and stories at least.” Dawn said with a yawn.

Volo simply grinned as he let the sleepy Dawn rest on his arm before watching the fireworks in silence.

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