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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 year ago
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Enki S Ending: God Blocking Gambit
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saintbleeding · 9 days ago
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Ummmm for the drawing prompt... Could you do a Jon smiling. I need more of that in my life. Thank u <333
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[ID: Four digital bust portraits of Jon from TMA. The top two show him in season one and childhood, with the same tight, discomfited grimace. Text between these two says “trying rly hard” with arrows pointing at both of them. The bottom two show him in childhood, smiling serenely with text that says “home alone all day”, and season three, smiling and holding his phone up near his face. A speech bubble pointing at the phone says “Martin (Work)” with a call duration timer that shows 27:46. End ID.]
leave him alone he can’t do it on command ok!!!
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galaxyg1204 · 5 months ago
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ANGST HEADCANNONS BECAUSE I COOKED WITH THESE I FEAR
Huxley who got bullied in highschool for liking flowers and making flower crowns which led him into a mindset of toxic masculinity which he practically carried throughout highschool and only started getting out of that mindset after moving to study at DAMN.
17 year old Lasko who constantly went to Jessica for advice, to the point where they started developing a mother-son dynamic of their own, and after the Inversion, while Damien and Huxley had their own mothers to reunite with, Jessica showed up to check on Lasko.
Damien who got his cooking skills from wanting to help out his mom after his dad left and can still remember some of her recipes by heart, which makes him wonder when they'll reconnect again whenever he makes them.
Guy who works at Max's Rustic Pizza because Max is actually a close friend of his parents and allowed him to stay and earn for a living seeing as his parents were almost too lazy to raise him almost his entire life.
Aggro being a rescue cat with one eye that Milo took in when he was in highschool and hid from his parents until they found out, to which his dad reacted negatively and tried to send him back to a shelter, only for Aggro to find his way back and sneak back in through Milo's window.
Ollie and Geordi as cousins and when Geordi came out and majority of his family reacted negatively about it, Ollie was one of the few who comforted him, but they drifted apart after Geordi got into his first relationship (*cough* Ben *cough*).
Child Aaron who always developed a routine whenever his parents would argue, of locating Elliott and taking him to his room, where he would lock the door and keep him distracted/entertained as much as possible.
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westaysilly · 2 years ago
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finally finisheddd!! (we will ignore the poorly made hands, i still struggle w drawing them lmao) I was supposed to post this yesterday to celebrate pride month but shhhhh
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jessamine-rose · 4 months ago
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*cries* I thought I would be done with Dainsleif after writing Phantom Pain but no

.I still have Dainsleif x Demon! Reader brainrot orz
A YouTube playlist, Dainsleif art in my Twitter likes, an IG folder of fashion inspo for Demon! Reader, a drawing of Demon! Reader, a cameo in another AU, a fcking WIP for Househusband! Dainsleif—WHEN WILL IT END ( ÂŽâ–łïœ€)
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fujii-draws · 6 months ago
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‘And Never Let Go’
Summary: In which Dusknoir senses a seasonal shift and change in himself towards his youngest comrades. Having no clue how to deal with these newfound, Gripper instincts.
Or
Old, emotionally repressed ghost conceals his feelings of fatherly instinct from his kids until it blows up in his face.
[Word count: 5130]
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Dusknoir didn’t understand what was wrong.
He couldn’t put a finger on it— yet these past few days, the phantom felt a
 change. In himself. Or rather, how he acted—
“Ribbons..! C’mon you’re going to make us waste precious daylight
!”
“I’m coming Aimilios! Jeez..!”
—Around them.
The large wraith watched as the small fairy and fighting-type ran up to the crossing near the entrance of Wigglytuff’s guild. The other two had invited Dusknoir over to do some job requests. Not that they needed the help— rather, to spend time with the large ghost-type. Something the revenant had always secretly appreciated.

He didn’t know what it was
 but anytime he’d been around the Lucario and Sylveon

“Alright..! Now that Ribbons is finally here, we can— W-Woah..!—“
“AH—!!” Ribbons and Aimilios yelped startledly as a pair of large hands scooped them from off the ground so suddenly. “At least give us a w-warning—!“ Aimilios yipped, surprised.
“A-ah.. My apologies
” He gently sets Aimilios back down on solid ground. Ribbons opts to climb onto his shoulder ruff. They both momentarily give the Gripper PokĂ©mon puzzling looks— ones of which the wraith narrowly evades.
——
He felt
 an urgency. To protect the two, to shield them from any harm. Which— was a regular occurrence thanks to the heaps of shenanigans and life-or-death situations the two always seemed to get wrapped in. But
 it was
 different. It wasn’t only when they’d get themselves injured anymore— rather—
Dusknoir found himself becoming overprotective over the two over the mildest of things. From a Pokémon looking at them the wrong way, to a minor cut or bruise.
Anything seemed to set the wraith off completely. And that’s without mentioning the numerous times he’s picked and floated them around to areas the two could’ve easily gone to themselves. Or how he’d been constantly hovering around them like a Corviknight— glaring at the PokĂ©mon they’d been conversing with.
That wasn’t the only odd thing the cloaked specter had noticed. Sometimes
 it felt as if he’d been in a sort of
 trance. Dusknoir’s yellow markings, bell, and eye would glow faintly. Staring at the two small PokĂ©mon for extended periods of time.
And when the two had been away for just a couple of hours— The same yellow glow would return, only much harsher. Giving the ghost a migraine that would force Dusknoir to clutch his head. Wondering where his little ones had been. If they were safe.
His stomach maw slightly unhinged during these breakdowns
 something Dusknoir assumed he had complete control over. But what terrified the ghost most
 was when his stomach jaw would open around Ribbons and Aimilios.
He was able to shut it relatively fast. Enough so that the two had no idea what had been going on
 but Dusknoir found it harder and harder to keep hidden by the day. At one point, reaching his hands out towards the Lucario.
——
“Hm..? Oh! Dusknoir!” Aimilios beamed. “Did you need something?”
“N-no
 no need
 no need.” He cups the Lucario’s face. Eye lidding as his maw slowly opened.
“Oh! Well
 o-okay..!” The aura pup confusedly looked towards Dusknoir’s hands
 too focused on him to see his stomach mouth unhinging. Holding the ghost’s grippers with his own, blue-black paws. “
I’m always here if you need anything!” He softly assured the large specter.
Dusknoir snaps out of the trance, detaching his hands from the Lucario. “Right
”
——
This behavior
 it was slowly becoming a danger. Dusknoir had no idea what he’d been doing during these moments, thanks to the fog in his mind. But Ribbons and Aimilios would remind him of his strange behavior
 something he thought he could keep unawares and hidden from the two.
These last couple of days had been the worst for the ghost’s instincts. Doing everything he’d done beforehand— except ten times more intensely.
He’d pick up the two and hold them, presumably for hours. Chase and hunt down Outlaw PokĂ©mon that’d give them so much as a scratch. Maiming them before returning to tend to the injured Sylveon and Lucario. Whom of which looked up at him in horror and fear as they watched the blood of whatever poor outlaw dripped from his knuckles


Dusknoir decided that enough is enough.
———
He quietly asked the two to speak with him in private in the Sharpedo Bluff, where he finally clues them in on some of the details of his
 trances. Shedding light on why he’s been acting the way he had. The Sylveon and Lucario sit and kneel accordly as they listen to Dusknoir intently
 and worriedly.
“S-so that’s why..?” Aimilios stuttered, bewildered by the information. “You’ve been
?—“
“Yes.” Dusknoir looks towards the ground, unable to maintain eye contact with the Lucario. “That is correct.”
“That would explain
 a lot of things actually.” Ribbons piped up, rubbing a feeler under her chin quizzically. She looks back up at Dusknoir, tilting her head and offering a soft smile after seeing his tensed expression. “Thanks for being honest with us. We appreciate it.” She beams, complimenting Dusknoir on how far he’s come since his deceitful days.
“Of course, but— that isn’t all I came here to tell you.” Dusknoir squeezes his eye shut.
Aimilios scoots closer to Dusknoir, putting a tiny paw on his large hand. “So
 then..?”
Dusknoir clenches his fists tighter at the Lucario’s touch, guilt swallowing the ghost-type as he braced himself to say his next words. “I need you two to stay as far away from me as possible.”
“WHAT?!”
Ribbons and Aimilios shout in unison. The sylveon gets closer to the ghost-type as Aimilios had— wrapping a feeler around his other clenched fist.
“What’s with the outburst
?” Dusknoir quizzically raised his hands in shock— “It will only be temporary. I’ll return once I’ve found some way to remedy this.”
There was surely a book on ghostly instinct the wraith could skim through. It was only to ensure their safeties— why couldn’t they see that? Why were they so upset?

Ah. Perhaps he should’ve worded his earlier plans of departure better. Sableye never truly questioned or worried about wherever he went during his escapades in the future. It’d take from a single hour to days until he returned
 He really had to get used to this world and it’s ‘communication.’
“Who knows how long that will take—!” Ribbons shouts. “You might’ve gotten weirder these past few weeks, but you haven’t done anything to hurt us, dummy!”
“R-Ribbons is right..!” Aimilios concurred, his voice quivering. “W-we know you wouldn’t hurt us..! You promised!”
Dusknoir’s eye shoots wide open— staring at the two small PokĂ©mon holding onto each of his fists.
He slowly unravels them back into hands
 before cupping the side of each of Ribbons and Aimilios’s faces.
“
Truly?” His yellow markings begin glowing.
“Dusknoir
!” Aimilios laughs “Haven’t we told you this already
?”
“About a million times.” Dusknoir tilts his head, smiling back towards the aura pup.
“Yeah!” Ribbons puffed out her cheeks. “You’re not just gonna spend that many years gaining our trust back, only to go Arcues-knows off later!” She puts her paw on the hand holding her face. “You’re stuck with us, whether you like it or not!”
“At least
” She slightly leans into his hand, ears drooping slightly. “I hope you are
”
“
It was only going to be a temporary retreat
” Dusknoir felt himself becoming overwhelmed by the Lucario and Sylveon’s words and their protests towards his departure. He stares at the intertwining and aura Pokemon fondly, wondering how he managed to get such wonderful PokĂ©mon to call his little ones. Even after all his faults.
Even after what he’d done.
“
You still wouldn’t mind being around me
?” The large ghost-type growled gently, the lights on his markings glowing furthermore as his eye lidded.
“Even when I’m like this
?”
The two shake their heads in unison, both of their eyes glistening with firm determination as Aimilios smiled up towards the ghost
 while Ribbon’s frowned— hating to see the specter self-deprecate and beat himself up so often

“We’re not going anywhere.” Aimilios closed his eyes. “W-we can even help you scour books in the library!” The Lucario added, with the Sylveon nodding rapidly at her partner’s words.
“We’re family now— and we’re not leaving you!”Ribbons gleefully added. “Or letting you leave! You’re stuck with us for all eternity, remembeeer?”
Hmph
 of course she’d be the one to remember that promise he made to them. To be their sworn protector after weeks of haunting and harming them.
“Alright.” Dusknoir fought the urge to suppress his own emotions, which threatened to blur his vision of the Lucario and Sylveon. He still needed to do this. To take every precaution necessary.
But
 not without a heartfelt, temporary goodbye.

He goes to close the gap between the two. Planning to pull them into an embrace— one Ribbons and Aimilios had been anticipating. Dusknoir’s eye lidded with a red glow, his maw opening once more, dragging the two closer as they closed their eyes— trusting the ghost-type. Who’d hummed softly towards his children.

Children
? Th-that was certainly a new thought


Dusknoir slowly regains control as his eye widens back to normal—
Before seeing what he’d almost done.
Dusknoir’s cyclopean eye shrunk in horror— detaching far away from the Sylveon and Lucario immediately. Grabbing his wrist as he stared at his hand. Was he
?
Oh.
Oh gods—
It was worse than he feared. So much worse.
“D-dusknoir..?!” Ribbon’s whimpered out worriedly—
“Stay BACK!” The Gripper PokĂ©mon roars out, lashing towards the sylveon.
He was a danger to them. He had to protect them.
“
This is for your own good.” Dusknoir brokenly uttered. Before Shadow Sneaking into the ground.
“Please. Forgive me.”
“DUSKNOIR—!” Aimilios ran towards the ghost-type, trying to hug him before he disappeared
 but it’d been far too late. The Lucario only managing to grab hold of the black smoke the wraith disappeared into
 before fully slipping into the cracks of the Sharpedo bluff’s floor. Aimilios and Ribbons can only stare at the ground the ghost-type escaped from.
“H-he’s gone
” Aimilios dejectedly spoke.
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A full month had passed since they'd seen the cloaked phantom. Ribbons and Aimilios scoured aimlessly towards areas they knew Dusknoir commonly went to. But every single time, they came up short. The only thing they’d been able to consistently find being disappointment.
“Wh-where is he
” the Lucario fretted endlessly. Ribbon’s sat on Aimilios’s shoulder as she peered at the map in the Aura PokĂ©mon’s quivering hands.
“I don’t know
” the Sylveon responded, “But we’ll keep trying
” a cat-like yawn escapes her. “Preferably tomorrow.”
The troubled specter avoided those two like the plague. It seemed that everybody in Treasure town had seen the ghost-type at one point or another. It frustrated Ribbons in particular. But she’d been upset aswell
 probably as much as Aimilios— who blamed himself for the whole ordeal.

Which was probably why her initial answer hurt the Lucario, who purposely ignored his fairy-type partner's somewhat uncaring comment. She sighs wearily, leaning in to repeat herself in a more respectful way. One that didn’t upset her Aura PokĂ©mon partner.
“That marks off Kecleon’s shop
” Ribbons yawned once more. “Aimilios
 We should call it a night.”
“B-but..!” Aimilios cried out. “We’re so close..!”
“Sweetie
 I know you want to find him
” Ribbon’s cups his face with her feelers. “But you’ll only destroy yourself in the process if you keep taking these all-nighters..”
“Don’t you care..?!” Aimilios shouts, his emotions getting the better of him.
Ribbons only kisses the top of his head, recognizing this and taking the role of the voice of reason between the two. “Of course I do... But now we need to rest.”
“So
 then
” Aimilios looks around. “Where do we sleep for the night
?”
“Hm. Good point.” She looks at the map, pointing to it with one of her feelers. “Grovyle and Celebi’s house is just up ahead..! I don't think they’d mind us crashing for the night!”
“A-Alright.” Aimilios rolled up the map, neatly tucking it away into his treasure bag as the two made their way to the grass-type’s shared home
 unaware that the Gripper PokĂ©mon they’ve been trying to find had already been there
 waiting for them.
—————
It was relatively easy to move their way around the Future trio’s home despite night falling. Moonlight did well to offer illumination for the Lucario and Sylveon. Aimilios sighs forlorningly— still upset with not continuing his search for the ghost-type. He just wishes that Dusknoir would come back to them already

“He’s fine.” The fairy-type spoke out of nowhere— almost reading her partner’s mind. “He’s stronger than all four of us, he’s safe.”
“How do you know that?”
Ribbons smiles, “I just do.”

Aimilios couldn’t help but smile at himself despite not wanting to. Gah
 Ribbons always did have a way of cheering him up.
Carefully, the two continue their way through the abandoned-like home. The only sounds that can be heard being their own footsteps and breaths. Which were visible thanks to the frigid air surrounding the Future trio’s abode.
“Spooky, huh?” The Lucario jested nervously, but unnaturally hearing no instant, witty retort back from his partner. Only silence.
Aimilios turned towards the intertwining PokĂ©mon, giving her a smile of reassurance now that she was the one to begin stressing. Which seemingly did the trick— receiving a small smile back—
*CLATTER*
The two PokĂ©mon’s attention is promptly stolen by the sound of a pot hitting the floor. A bone rush and Moonblast are already equipped once the aura PokĂ©mon senses the complicated emotions emanating from this PokĂ©mon. With Ribbons following suit, trusting her partner’s judgment.
Aimilios took the lead as he and Ribbons slowly made their way to the kitchen. Bone and Orb attacks still at hand as a precautionary measure.
They’re met with a large, black silhouette. With

Glowing
 yellow rings

The two proceeded closer, light filling both their eyes as they smiled in unison. Upon getting closer— they hear him. Calling out their names. Almost painfully.
“DUSKNOIR..!”
The two small PokĂ©mon wasted no time unequipping their Bone Rush and Moonblast respectively. Instead— Rushing over immediately to the familiar ghost-type.
“Ribbons? Aimilios
?” The wraith’s entire body straightened as he heard the two familiar voices. Turning around to face the young fairy and fighting types.
He caught them in his arms. Purring thunderously as he held the two close. Sharing a hug with them for minutes as they stayed in comfortable silence, before Dusknoir promptly broke it— speaking for the first time since they last saw the seven foot phantom. “Oh
 you two
”
“
” The sylveon perked up from her initial face-nuzzling. Staring at Dusknoir. Was his voice
 ever that deep? Taking a closer look now as the wraith held them— she gazed at him. Beginning to notice his more monstrous-like form.
“Dusknoir
” Ribbons began cautiously. “What happened? Is everything okay
?”
Dusknoir’s half-lidded eye landed on her, tilting his head uncannily.
“Does it matter?”
Wrong answer. Ribbons instantly began to squirm out of Dusknoir’s hold— squeezing herself out as she wrapped an immediate feeler onto Aimilios’s arm. Discreetly begging him to do the same. Something was wrong— very, very wrong with the elder ghost.


“
”
Ribbons felt something wrong with the way the gargantuan wraith was clutching his head on the kitchen counter table. Groaning out in agonizing growls and pained hisses. Not only that— but growling possessively. Causing the sylveon to second-guess herself. Shirking away as Aimilios stayed close.
“A-Aimilios—!“ the fairy-type whisper-shouted.
The way the ghost’s expression shifted into manic ecstasy is what really made Ribbons begin to back up a little. Her quiet yet desperate whispers towards the Lucario growing louder and louder.
“
Ribbons..?” Dusknoir bellowed— his voice being a few octaves lower than his regular voice. His pupil shrinking as one of his little one’s strayed further away from him. “Where are you going—?“
“D-Dusknoir..! Ohh..!” The aura pup wasted no time hugging the large specter. Whom of which— scooped up the Lucario in a tight bear hug. Almost too tight.
Aimilios didn’t understand why the Sylveon wasn’t as ecstatic as he was anymore. Or why she was cowering with her ears pinned. Too focused on reuniting with the Gripper to see what she was seeing.
Dusknoir, thankfully, broke out of his worsening trance as the Sylveon separated from him. Focusing on just Aimilios.
“We’ve been looking for you all over..! Where were you?!” Aimilios pouted, still clearly upset from the Irish-like goodbye the ghost gave them.
“Forgive me
 I never wished to make you so unhappy
” His arms snake around the small aura Pokemon more, growling protectively.
“
”
“Come now
.” Dusknoir’s embrace tightens. “Don’t be upset with me
” The giant specter coaxed.
Aimilios huffed out after a few seconds past— unable to hold onto his anger towards the ghost. “Alright
” the Aura PokĂ©mon softly responded, hiding his face in the crook of Dusknoir’s ruffs.
“Thank you
” The wraith’s ginormous hands grab hold of the Lucario’s tiny waist; picking up Aimilios and craning his head thoughtfully left and right. Almost as if he were
 inspecting the pup?
“A-ah
 Dusknoir?” Right
 Dusknoir was still in one of his
 ‘trances.’ Now Aimilios understood why Ribbons was being so wary. The Aura PokĂ©mon should’ve been as well
 but he missed the ghost too much to care about logic. Logic that was telling him to run right now.
Perhaps that’s why when the wraith unhinged his large maw— the Lucario froze. Completely.
“D-dusknoir
?” Aimilios looked at the wraith worriedly, he turns his head back at Ribbons—
All he sees is her backing away— the white pupils in her cyan eyes dilating, slitting like a cat.
Ha
haha
! The Lucario nervously laughed in the back of his mind. He thought he was already past this..! He- h-he shouldn’t be having a freeze response
! Not with Dusknoir— not anymore
! So why
 w-why was he so
?
Aimilios stared into the abyss that was the ghost-type’s innards. Purple flesh churned softly as a large, purple tongue unraveled onto the ground— beckoning the aura pup inside.
He
 he wasn’t going to do what Aimilios thinks he’s
 no. No.
Dusknoir wouldn’t.

the Lucario’s eyes slowly meet the large specters.
“
”
Oh.
Dusknoir’s glowing, blood red eye only trained on the small PokĂ©mon’s body.
Oh.
Aimilios’s ruby pupils shrink.
He’s serious.
“D-dusknoir..! W-WAIT—!”
“AIMILIOS—!”
The Lucario’s eyes shut as the wraith connected his head with the small pup’s. Purring softly.
“You were always much more prone to fear, weren't you?” Dusknoir detaches his temple from the Aura PokĂ©mon— before gently pulling him towards the confines of his belly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll guide you every step of the way.” Dusknoir bellowed out— unable to hear the Lucario’s frightened cries.
The aura pup’s body squished into the surface of the revenant’s pliant body. Aimilios couldn’t even cry for help—a small, terrified whine only escapes him as he eased further into the depths of the Gripper PokĂ©mon’s stomach. Tucking the small fighting-type away.
———
“There we are
” the gargantuan wraith purred—
Aimilios was the first one he placed inside. Thankfully— he didn’t put up much of a fight against the large revenant. Which pleased Dusknoir. He was always a good pup. One he was proud to call his own. “Be not afraid
” the ghost rumbled out gently hunched over, placing protective hands over his stomach. Almost cradling his larger belly
 and the small PokĂ©mon within... “Rest now. I have you.”
“Dusknoir please—!” Purple flesh only surrounded the Lucario— who squeezed his eyes shut in fear.
“Shh
” Dusknoir‘s glowing eye illuminated further, hushing the Lucario. “You need not worry about losing me anymore.” Dusknoir smiled. “
Not while I have you.”
“
” Aimilios curled up into himself— unable to speak without feeling the lump in his throat threatening him to start silently whimpering. He feels the imprint of a large hand pressing on him. Making the Lucario huddle even more as the large ghost doted over him.


His glowing eye trained on the Sylveon, who was only still there because of the paralysis she felt from watching her partner be devoured. Right before her very eyes.He gently floats over to the whimpering fairy-type— kneeling in front of her.
Ribbons immediately begins hissing, backing away from the terrifying ghost-type. This— t-this wasn’t their dad. Dusknoir wouldn’t— he’d never—
“Stay AWAY!” The irate eeveelution hissed— feeling her fight-response take over her as Aimilios did his freeze. Re-readying the Moonblast in her mouth. Dusknoir only seemed to look at her. Somewhat disappointed. He floats closer— testing the Sylveon’s resolve. His eye still lidded.
“I’M WARNING YOU
! I’LL DO IT—!”
Another advance towards her. Completely disregarding her threats.
Ribbons closed her eyes as the pink orb of energy blasted towards Dusknoir way.


Only for a large hand to catch it. Gently dissolving it as he crushed it in the palm of his hand.
He called her bluff.
He didn’t even flinch.
Dusknoir’s rings glowed brighter as he sighed, smiling down at the intertwining PokĂ©mon. “Oh, Ribbons.” Of course she wouldn’t harm him. Aimilios barely tried to escape, so why would she?
Ribbons backed further and further away from the wraith— until backing herself into a wall. A dead end. Her cyan, beady eye’s looked up at the gargantuan ghost in what would be fear. Fear she hadn’t felt in years. She closes her eyes shut, expecting the worst—
Only for large, firm hands to cup her body.
“Ribbons, dear. Your partner is safe
” Large hands reach the petrified Sylveon, scooping her up. He gently placed her against his stomach— making her listen to the Aura PokĂ©mon inside. “See..?”
Ribbons could barely squeak out of her raspy throat. Feeling Aimilios from within the barrier that was the ghost’s girth.
“Just let me take care of you
both of you.” Dusknoir bellowed, parting his teeth once more. The Sylveon and Lucario share a look of fear—before the gargantuan revenant squished the two inside his belly. Closing his yellow jaws slowly as whatever moonlight hit the inside of his stomach was snuffed. Swallowing both PokĂ©mon into darkness.
Ribbons squeezed her eyes shut as he delicately placed her inside—sealing her away with the Lucario.
Without any time to shout— the Aura and Intertwining PokĂ©mon had been pulled into the dark abyss that was the Gripper PokĂ©mon’s belly. Dusknoir ignored their quiet, frightened mewls. For him to stop— drowning them out with his loud, rumbling purrs instead. Completely driven by the instinctual haze taking over his rational mind.
Being away from them for so long
 it only made his instincts flare. Day by day. He clutched his stomach tighter. His yellow outlines grew brighter. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. But he didn’t care anymore. They were here now.
And they were all he needed.
“Oh
 you two must be so exhausted
” Dusknoir growled in penitence. Still feeling guilt upon leaving the two small PokĂ©mon on such short notice
 they spent all that time just trying to track him. What sweet, caring children they were

ïżœïżœLet me handle the rest.” Dusknoir cooed. Purring trilled growls as he examined his slightly larger belly— pressing large fingertips on the soft roof of his belly. Earning him startled whimpers from the inside.
———
“Shhh
. Shhhhhhh
.”
“A-Aimilios
” The sylveon whined out, hugging her partner in fear.
“I-I know Ribbons
 I know.” The Lucario had squeezed his eyes shut, alongside his smaller, fairy-type partner.
They’d been trapped inside the large ghost-type’s belly. He’d devoured them without a second thought— the last thing that could be seen was his glazed, half-lidded expression. As if he’d been running on auto-pilot. Mind controlled.
Dusknoir had floated onto the ground after finally securing the two in his stomach, an overwhelming sense of paternal instinct coursing through him. He’d hunched over, curling both of his arms around his stomach as he breathed heavily. It’d been a dark night, so that also might’ve been why he looked more terrifying to the two small PokĂ©mon inside. The only features that could be visible were his yellow outlines
 and glowing, crimson eye.
“I have you
” He growled protectively. Hugging his stomach as his possessive, ghost-side took over. Never having a reason to act on said instincts, until they arrived into his life. Until he was free serving an undead Time god.
The two PokĂ©mon inside had been constricted further into each other as a result from the outside bear hug. Whimpering out in unison. The dark, closed space barely had enough room for the Lucario alone. So when Dusknoir had devoured the fighting-type alongside his equally helpless partner— frightened noises escaped both of their mouths.
“It’s g-going to be okay
! He
 he probably had a reason
” Aimilios whispered.
“A reason for what— eating us ALIVE?!” Ribbons rebutted. Whispering back angrily in tears. “Aimilios if we don’t find a way out, he’ll..!”

The Sylveon hesitated to finish her sentence out of fear and denial. They
 really were done for if Dusknoir had chosen to do away with them right then and there
 Their explorer badges had clattered to the ground when he shoved them inside his maw. So calling Grovyle or Celebi for help was already hopeless. Everyone else in the township had already fallen dead asleep, their cries for help going unheard by any ears
 and the large ghost-type keeping them.
“H-he’ll
” The fairy-type buried her face into her partner’s chest. Gods— why was he doing this
?! He wouldn’t make some elaborate plan to regain their trust to harm them years down the line. Not again— Not when there were other, more opportune moments when they were alone. Still unevolved.
So why.
Why were they still so scared?



The fear of being hunted in the future by him. It never truly left them, did it? Ribbons looks up at her partner. One look into his equally fearful, ruby eyes told her everything she needed to know.
“

” the Lucario couldn't formulate a response fast enough to ease Ribbon’s worries. Only holding her.

The dumbest, most naive part of both of them still trusted Dusknoir. Trusted the Gripper Pokémon enough to let him devour them. Not fighting back in the slightest, even when they had every reason to. Even when he reminded them many a time to put him in the ground if they ever felt unsafe around him.
“H-he wouldn’t
 He promised us..! The Lucario hugged her tightly. “He
 he wouldn’t do that to us again
”
Aimilios was confident in that, and he knew Ribbon’s was too despite her fears. He wouldn’t have spent all this time trying to regain their trust
 only to hurt them all over again.
There had to be a reason

——


The Lucario and Sylveon had been at Duskull bank, putting in their extra earnings so as to not lose anything. But for some reason, the tiny ghost seemed
 apprehensive. Constantly looking at the large Dusknoir accompanying the two. Once he’d been distracted talking to another treasure town citizen— he whispered something to the two PokĂ©mon.
“H-hey..” Duskull began. “I should probably give you two a heads up
”
“A
heads up?” The Lucario tilted his head in confusion. “About what exactly..?”
“
Him.” He gestures to Dusknoir. “You kids may not know this but
 it’s around this time of year ghost type’s tend to get
 protective over their family
 especially children.
That certainly got a reaction from the two. The Lucario becoming flustered at the thought of Dusknoir seeing them as his own
 Ribbons went silent herself. Not even smiling anymore as an equally flushed expression was present on the fairy-type’s face.
But
 It also made sense. The past few days Dusknoir had been acting
strange. He’d been extra protective of the Lucario and Sylveon. He’d growl and glare at PokĂ©mon that dared to look at them wrong. Not to mention the constant hovering and picking them up. His eye glowed during these moments aswell
and it only seemed to become more frequent.
“S-so where are you going with th-this exactly?” The Lucario stuttered, trying to move on from that piece of information.
“It’s just, Dusknoirs’ have a way with ‘protecting’ their kids
 it’s—“
Just at that moment, the large ghost-type had returned. Staring at the little Requiem Pokémon.
“Forgive me for asking Duskull, but we’re quite ready to leave now.” Dusknoir smiled. Although he seemed to be glaring daggers at the much smaller pre-evolution. He didn’t seem to hear the initial conversation, thankfully.
“R-Right
” The much smaller ghost-type shirks away in fear, not finishing his sentence.
Dusknoir picks up the two, floating them to their next destination as they were left to wonder what exactly the ghost-banker was about to tell them
?
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“
O-oh my gods
” The Lucario put a paw on his mouth in disbelief.
“Wh-what??” Ribbons whisper-shouted. “What is it..?!”
“H-He’s protecting us
.” Aimilios spoke, his eyes widening as his mind returned to the present.
“W-what
?” The sylveon looked up at her partner’s ruby eyes. “From what?!”
“Remember what Duskull said?”
“Yes? But what does this have to do with-“
“No, Ribbons. Think harder.”
And she does, closing her eyes to correctly recall the conversation that took place that day.
“He said that dusknoirs’ as a species had a way of protecting their
k-kids.” She hesitates near the end, still flustered by that fact.
“R-right
” The equally embarrassed Lucario responded. Briefly breaking eye contact with the sylveon.
“So h-he’s doing all of this
?” Ribbons looked up at the roof of the ghost’s stomach. Purple flesh churned from above, as well as below as it closed in further around the two small PokĂ©mon.
“Because he thinks we’re his..?”
She feels herself getting a little choked up near the end. Not realizing just how much Dusknoir had truly loved the two up until this very moment.
“Mhm
” the misty-eyed Lucario replied, hugging Ribbons even tighter. “H-he does
”
The revelation was staggering
 This once, world renowned ghost-type. Famous in nearly all of the Grass-continents, the ‘Great Dusknoir’ himself


Saw them as his little ones. The same unknown, naive kids that once approached him that fateful day. He’d been treating them as if they were his very own children.
It nearly made the Lucario and Sylveon cry.


They listened to Dusknoir’s movements as he floated down onto a hay bed. He looked down at his slightly larger belly lovingly. Knowing the two had been safe and secure. Low, satisfied growls erupt from within the ghost’s echo chamber. Rubbing his stomach soothingly for the two little ones residing inside it.
“Rest now, my children
” Dusknoir bellowed out in a protective rumble.
His half lidded eyes slowly close as he lays on his side. Preparing the other two for bed
 he purrs as to lull the two into a slumber. Knowing that they’ll soon follow his example.
____
“So we’re not getting out until morning, are we?” Ribbons jokes, although a hint of a choked sob had been present in her voice.
“Mhm
 for now, let’s get some sleep
”
“Okay
” Ribbon’s sighs, smiling softly at her partner. “Goodnight
”
“Goodnight
” He kisses the top of his partner’s head. Before both of them look at the roof of the ghost-type’s stomach
 the same one that had claimed them as his own
 Tears prick the corner of the two’s eyes. Knowing now how Dusknoir truly felt towards them. Hearing him call them his ‘children’

They close their damped eyes, making mental notes in their heads to hug Dusknoir once he’d let them free.
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fluffypotatey · 4 months ago
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The thing with shadowpeach that makes me sad sometimes is that it can feel one sided 

I’m pretty sure it isn’t, but we don’t have a confirmation
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maespri · 5 months ago
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i will never understand ken amada haters. no not even when the whole “he indirectly got shinjiro killed” argument comes up. do you think this 11-year-old was planning to get attacked by this gun-wielding villain in the middle of the dark hour. do you think he was planning for shinjiro to take two bullets for him. NO! he was NOT! absolutely no death was supposed to occur on 10/04/2009, and i’d even go as far as to say shinjiro knew that as well. knew that he could convince ken not to do it. ken and shinjiro made the decision to head out together that night- the burden of guilt does not fall strictly upon ken’s shoulders. he’s a fucking kid! good grief
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ijustwannaloverobots · 2 months ago
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Me when a human compliments me: Thanks. [a bit shy but it's manageable]
Me when a machine compliments me: [blushing profusely]
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wildsaltair · 28 days ago
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me: to really understand the tragedy Maximus bears throughout Gladiator, we have to take into account the fact that his entire worldview is based on the idea that Marcus Aurelius was a good man and that everything Maximus had done up until that point was in the service of an empire whose values he could trust and support. I would even argue that, excluding the loss of his wife and son, the greatest loss Maximus has to grapple with is the loss of his unswerving belief in the goodness of Rome. once he sees its corruption and becomes its victim, he has to reevaluate everything he's ever done and believed in, which affects not only his desire to free Rome from tyranny but also—
the burglar who broke into my house: his guilt about his role in the fate of Rome and his service to a man who was indirectly the cause of all this corruption?
me: exactly. now,
#i just kinda think that maximus is tragic in even more ways than we give him credit for#like obviously the loss of his wife and son is the primary tragedy and the main grief of his heart through the movie#but even more than the death of marcus aurelius is the fact that maximus has to reconcile the marcus he knew and loved and trusted#with the marcus who (1) allowed rome to focus on conquest rather than progress#(2) neglected his own son and indirectly caused rome to fall under the tyranny of a dictator#and (3) is both the opponent and perpetrator of many of the evils maximus has to bear#maximus has always imagined rome as a golden place filled with light#and he has to go through quite a painful enlightening#to see that rome is corrupt and brutal and dark much like he considered the barbarians#and what an incredible thing that maximus begins fighting alongside and allying with the very barbarians he used to conquer!#juba and haken would have been his enemies if they were not his fellow gladiators#and he becomes their brother in defiance of the roman emperor (an office he has always served)#the battle of carthage is INCREDIBLE because maximus is not only winning the victory humiliating commodus introducing himself as a champion#but ALSO showing that he has ZERO love for rome by becoming the leader of the “barbarian horde” and defeating the roman competitors#it's a statement just as his removal of his tattoo is a statement#i just. think this movie is amazing and i love it so much#and i love maximus so much more knowing he has to overcome so much more tragedy than is immediately apparent#he has to overcome his own devastation and disillusionment to find himself again#and it's in finding his quest for revenge and redemption that he accepts the past and creates a new future#literally MARRY ME SIR#gladiator#maximus#maixmus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000#russell crowe#text posts
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somebluemelodies · 11 months ago
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happy one year to the boat crashing onto isla quesadilla and qroier being the first person qcellbit saw behind the glass
happy one year to the boat crashing into isla quesadilla and qcellbit being the first brazilian qroier saw behind the glass
happy one year to the boat crashing onto isla quesadilla and bringing the both of them to their person, changing both of their lives from the get-go, even if they didn’t know it yet <3
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theocddiaries · 4 months ago
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Shadow: I don’t think Sonic likes me very much. Knuckles: Nonsense! Why would you think that? Shadow: Hm
 [FLASHBACKS] 1. [Shadow is in the attic. He grabs a book and is about to sit on a beanbag. Sonic rushes in and takes it from him, making Shadow fall on his butt.] Sonic: MY seat. 2. [Maddie gives Shadow a pat on the head.] Maddie: You’re a sweetheart. [walks away] Sonic [appears out of nowhere and smacks Shadow]: MY mom. 3. [Shadow opens the fridge and looks inside for a moment before taking an unopened juice. He grabs a glass, opens the juice, pours some, and puts it back in the fridge. As he drinks from the glass, Sonic comes over and smacks him.] Sonic: MY juice. Shadow: 
Why didn’t you tell me BEFORE I even drank it?! [PRESENT] Shadow: I don’t know, it's just a hunch I have.
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moonlightandromache · 1 year ago
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3 in 3 (acting) principals at aguefort adventuring academy have died is a wild statistic i think. even for a fantasy world
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thephouseplants · 8 months ago
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Dan and Phil are living the life. Like I'm sorry but really. I mean can they be living anymore of the life.
Frankly I think it is gross and awful and they need to shut up and go away forever thanks! Go! Stop it! No more Hoilday photos! Shhhh!
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thedeadthree · 11 months ago
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tending-the-hearth · 1 year ago
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god but if echo was part of this episode and he realized that it was ventress??? echo, who held 99 as he died on kamino?? echo, who was on kamino as ventress led the invasion?? echo, who saw the destruction firsthand??
sure, crosshair, hunter, and wrecker were suspicious and unwilling at first, but echo would have been adamant on not trusting or working with ventress, because the batch has read about what she's done, but echo's seen it. he's lost brothers to what she did. he'd be furious.
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