Going off the Ingo and Emmet had a big fight before Ingo gets ebbie debbied.
I can only imagine how Spice would feel about this. Like they try to psychologically torment Ingo who only as fragments of memories, at best, of who he was and the people in his life. Spice fails, ends up being the warden's partner, and worst of all ends up having an emotional attachment with this man. Spice won't admit it, but he's come to like the strange human.
Fast forward and Ingo get undebbied from the past. Spice and the other pokemon follow cause they care deeply for Ingo and don't want him to be on his own like he was in Hisui. A wacky adventure begins and everything really looks hopeful from here on out.
And then they find Emmet and then it all goes south. Spice (in his Zoroark form) and the rest wait out as the brothers talk, until they can hear yelling. They hear the slamming of a door open and see Ingo yelling at Emmet to just listen to him, but before he can finish Emmet pushes Ingo to the ground.
All hell breaks loose. The other pokemon react but Spice is faster. He gets in-between Emmet and Ingo putting some space between the two, and while facing Emmet, he transforms. Emmet now faces himself but this him is not smiling and his eyes are full of scorn.
Emmet's Psychological Torture 2: Electric Boogaloo. This time with intent to kill
Ougggh... good food
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Dorian: “You once asked where I stand on the line between killing to protect and killing for pleasure. I’ll stand on the other side of the line when I find your grandmother.”
“Would he have shown the same restraint today had he been the one to face her grandmother? Absolutely not.”
Manon and I:
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i love simon and period sex as much as the next person but i have to speak my truth and that is that i don't think he could do it. i think even the idea of doing it makes him sick and it's not because it's period blood but more that it's your blood and he can't fucking handle that. he cannot just watch you bleed, he won't do it he can't he will not let another person he loves bleed out.
so when you're on your period, he'll be as sweet as he is always - big, warm paws against your tummy and massaging your back, gentle kisses to your cheek and a tub of ice cream in his hands. and if you paw at him and beg for just a bit, he'll be more than happy to guide your hips back and forth over his thigh.
don't worry, he'll make it up once it's over.
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If you're doing gothic prompts, here's what the randomizer gave me, and it's a classic: dining room, and drugged. ^^ - forthetaintedsorrow-whump
Thanks for the prompt! :)
#29 Dining Room and #20 Drugged, from this Gothic prompt generator.
Living Statue
CW: forced drugging, creepy female whumper, Gothic whump
Still dripping rain, whumpee sat motionless in a high-backed chair, gazing blank-eyed down the length of the dining room table. The paintings hanging on the high walls around him seemed to be watching. In the light of the flaming candles, he could almost imagine they were alive. Or was that just his rain-soaked, exhausted imagination?
“So good to have a visitor,” said a muffled voice from the shadows. A woman stepped into the flickering light, holding a white handkerchief to her mouth. Her dress swept the floor; her pinned-up hair had come partly undone, sending loose strands of hair hanging around her face. Ghostly pale, her skin seemed to glow, and a shiver crawled down whumpee’s spine.
“I’ve been alone for so long.”
Whumpee pulled the blanket he’d found closer around his shoulders. Stripped down to just his shirt, his body couldn’t seem to absorb any warmth. He took another sip of wine. “Well, I—I thank you for the warm fire and place to sit down. You have no idea—” Should he tell her, tell her about his flight through the woods, about the—people—chasing him? “You have no idea how long I’ve been running.”
“No need to run now,” said the woman, fluttering closer with a moth-like delicacy. “I have plenty of space here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.” She gave a small, timid smile. Whumpee couldn’t help smiling back, despite his aching body and growling stomach.
“Thank you.”
She tiptoed to his side, eyes fixed on him. Dark, unfathomable eyes, like two black wells. Whumpee shivered again. Those eyes…
“I can’t—I’m afraid I can’t stay long,” he mumbled, starting to rise from the chair. “I’m being pursued—"
“They won’t find you here. No one can. No one will.” She was standing right next to him now, whispering in his ear.
He started, sprang from his chair—and froze. His body—it wouldn’t obey—it felt ice cold, heavy as stone—he sank back down, gasping for breath, the flickering candlelight filling his vision.
“What’ve—what’ve you done to me,” he slurred. Candlelight. Firelight. Fire in his veins…a drug…the woman had drugged him—
“Is it really so bad to get out of the terrible storm?” The question seemed to echo in his head. “Well, statues don’t complain.”
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