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Enki S Ending: God Blocking Gambit
#fear and hunger#enki ankarian#rher#fear and hunger spoilers#He showed up in the ugliest outfit ever and still served cunt.#Everything about him is so indirectly funny to me.#He canceled his own crucifixion to make sure *he* was the blonde bitch of the non-specific prophecy!#The old gods are running a gambit of trapping humanity in a perpetual timeloop? Just say âUm. No <3â#âHumanity will always be tempted by power and will be tricked into false godhood.â Skill issue.#(Yes I know rher isn't there in the first game but I needed one of the old gods in this comic and...he is the easiest to draw.)#Part of me wants to keep going and sillify the other S endings. Much to think about.
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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
[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 âtrying rly hardâ with arrows pointing at both of them. The bottom two show him in childhood, smiling serenely with text that says âhome alone all dayâ, and season three, smiling and holding his phone up near his face. A speech bubble pointing at the phone says âMartin (Work)â with a call duration timer that shows 27:46. End ID.]
leave him alone he canât do it on command ok!!!
#tma#the magnus archives#jon sims#my#saint draws#eye contact#spiders#(indirectly but just in case)#asks#hezekiahwakely#thank u for the request friend this has been. a delight. :3
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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.
#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted asmr#redacted huxley#redacted damien#redacted lasko#redacted guy#redacted milo#redacted aggro#redacted ollie#redacted geordi#redacted aaron#redacted elliott#indirectly I'm thanking Angel for sparking this#can you believe I'm an elation demon?#:3
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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
#errorink#errink#error sans#ink sans#utmv#love like you#i mean i just had to draw them#and love like you is their song#they are indirectly holding hands <3#âoh but error js taller than ink-â shush#sillydoodles
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*cries* I thought I would be done with Dainsleif after writing Phantom Pain but noâŠâŠ.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! DainsleifâWHEN WILL IT END ( ÂŽâłïœ)
#the funniest part is that my mutual. in their words. currently feels nothing but intense loathing for dain. good for them xD#at any rate. i had a lot of fun writing about dainsleif even if it backfired on me. so thank you for indirectly inspiring me and#putting up with my incessant brainrot + fic updates. dearest mutual >:'3#dain's dynamic with demon! reader is rlly enjoyable to write and itâs fun to make him suffer teehee#dainsleif#dainsleif x reader#genshin x reader#yandere genshin#tw: yandere#tw: dark
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âAnd Never Let Goâ
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.
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Old, emotionally repressed ghost conceals his feelings of fatherly instinct from his kids until it blows up in his face.
[Word count: 5130]
ââââââââ
Dusknoir didnât understand what was wrong.
He couldnât put a finger on itâ yet these past few days, the phantom felt a⊠change. In himself. Or rather, how he actedâ
âRibbons..! Câmon youâre going to make us waste precious daylightâŠ!â
âIâm coming Aimilios! Jeez..!â
âAround them.
The large wraith watched as the small fairy and fighting-type ran up to the crossing near the entrance of Wigglytuffâs guild. The other two had invited Dusknoir over to do some job requests. Not that they needed the helpâ rather, to spend time with the large ghost-type. Something the revenant had always secretly appreciated.
âŠHe didnât know what it was⊠but anytime heâd been around the Lucario and SylveonâŠ
âAlright..! Now that Ribbons is finally here, we canâ W-Woah..!ââ
âAHâ!!â Ribbons and Aimilios yelped startledly as a pair of large hands scooped them from off the ground so suddenly. âAt least give us a w-warningâ!â Aimilios yipped, surprised.
âA-ah.. My apologiesâŠâ 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 looksâ ones of which the wraith narrowly evades.
ââ
He felt⊠an urgency. To protect the two, to shield them from any harm. Whichâ 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 wasnât only when theyâd get themselves injured anymoreâ ratherâ
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 thatâs without mentioning the numerous times heâs picked and floated them around to areas the two couldâve easily gone to themselves. Or how heâd been constantly hovering around them like a Corviknightâ glaring at the PokĂ©mon theyâd been conversing with.
That wasnât the only odd thing the cloaked specter had noticed. Sometimes⊠it felt as if heâd been in a sort of⊠trance. Dusknoirâs 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 hoursâ 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.
ââ
âHm..? Oh! Dusknoir!â Aimilios beamed. âDid you need something?â
âN-no⊠no need⊠no need.â He cups the Lucarioâs face. Eye lidding as his maw slowly opened.
âOh! Well⊠o-okay..!â The aura pup confusedly looked towards Dusknoirâs hands⊠too focused on him to see his stomach mouth unhinging. Holding the ghostâs grippers with his own, blue-black paws. ââŠIâm always here if you need anything!â He softly assured the large specter.
Dusknoir snaps out of the trance, detaching his hands from the Lucario. âRightâŠâ
ââ
This behavior⊠it was slowly becoming a danger. Dusknoir had no idea what heâd 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 ghostâs instincts. Doing everything heâd done beforehandâ except ten times more intensely.
Heâd pick up the two and hold them, presumably for hours. Chase and hunt down Outlaw PokĂ©mon thatâd 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 knucklesâŠ
âŠDusknoir decided that enough is enough.
âââ
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 heâs been acting the way he had. The Sylveon and Lucario sit and kneel accordly as they listen to Dusknoir intently⊠and worriedly.
âS-so thatâs why..?â Aimilios stuttered, bewildered by the information. âYouâve beenâŠ?ââ
âYes.â Dusknoir looks towards the ground, unable to maintain eye contact with the Lucario. âThat is correct.â
âThat would explain⊠a lot of things actually.â 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. âThanks for being honest with us. We appreciate it.â She beams, complimenting Dusknoir on how far heâs come since his deceitful days.
âOf course, butâ that isnât all I came here to tell you.â Dusknoir squeezes his eye shut.
Aimilios scoots closer to Dusknoir, putting a tiny paw on his large hand. âSo⊠then..?â
Dusknoir clenches his fists tighter at the Lucarioâs touch, guilt swallowing the ghost-type as he braced himself to say his next words. âI need you two to stay as far away from me as possible.â
âWHAT?!â
Ribbons and Aimilios shout in unison. The sylveon gets closer to the ghost-type as Aimilios hadâ wrapping a feeler around his other clenched fist.
âWhatâs with the outburstâŠ?â Dusknoir quizzically raised his hands in shockâ âIt will only be temporary. Iâll return once Iâve found some way to remedy this.â
There was surely a book on ghostly instinct the wraith could skim through. It was only to ensure their safetiesâ why couldnât they see that? Why were they so upset?
âŠAh. Perhaps he shouldâve worded his earlier plans of departure better. Sableye never truly questioned or worried about wherever he went during his escapades in the future. Itâd take from a single hour to days until he returned⊠He really had to get used to this world and itâs âcommunication.â
âWho knows how long that will takeâ!â Ribbons shouts. âYou mightâve gotten weirder these past few weeks, but you havenât done anything to hurt us, dummy!â
âR-Ribbons is right..!â Aimilios concurred, his voice quivering. âW-we know you wouldnât hurt us..! You promised!â
Dusknoirâs eye shoots wide openâ 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 Aimiliosâs faces.
ââŠTruly?â His yellow markings begin glowing.
âDusknoirâŠ!â Aimilios laughs âHavenât we told you this alreadyâŠ?â
âAbout a million times.â Dusknoir tilts his head, smiling back towards the aura pup.
âYeah!â Ribbons puffed out her cheeks. âYouâre not just gonna spend that many years gaining our trust back, only to go Arcues-knows off later!â She puts her paw on the hand holding her face. âYouâre stuck with us, whether you like it or not!â
âAt leastâŠâ She slightly leans into his hand, ears drooping slightly. âI hope you areâŠâ
ââŠIt was only going to be a temporary retreatâŠâ Dusknoir felt himself becoming overwhelmed by the Lucario and Sylveonâs 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 heâd done.
ââŠYou still wouldnât mind being around meâŠ?â The large ghost-type growled gently, the lights on his markings glowing furthermore as his eye lidded.
âEven when Iâm like thisâŠ?â
The two shake their heads in unison, both of their eyes glistening with firm determination as Aimilios smiled up towards the ghost⊠while Ribbonâs frownedâ hating to see the specter self-deprecate and beat himself up so oftenâŠ
âWeâre not going anywhere.â Aimilios closed his eyes. âW-we can even help you scour books in the library!â The Lucario added, with the Sylveon nodding rapidly at her partnerâs words.
âWeâre family nowâ and weâre not leaving you!âRibbons gleefully added. âOr letting you leave! Youâre stuck with us for all eternity, remembeeer?â
Hmph⊠of course sheâd be the one to remember that promise he made to them. To be their sworn protector after weeks of haunting and harming them.
âAlright.â 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.
âŠHe goes to close the gap between the two. Planning to pull them into an embraceâ one Ribbons and Aimilios had been anticipating. Dusknoirâs eye lidded with a red glow, his maw opening once more, dragging the two closer as they closed their eyesâ trusting the ghost-type. Whoâd hummed softly towards his children.
âŠChildrenâŠ? Th-that was certainly a new thoughtâŠ
âŠDusknoir slowly regains control as his eye widens back to normalâ
Before seeing what heâd almost done.
Dusknoirâs cyclopean eye shrunk in horrorâ detaching far away from the Sylveon and Lucario immediately. Grabbing his wrist as he stared at his hand. Was heâŠ?
Oh.
Oh godsâ
It was worse than he feared. So much worse.
âD-dusknoir..?!â Ribbonâs whimpered out worriedlyâ
âStay BACK!â The Gripper PokĂ©mon roars out, lashing towards the sylveon.
He was a danger to them. He had to protect them.
ââŠThis is for your own good.â Dusknoir brokenly uttered. Before Shadow Sneaking into the ground.
âPlease. Forgive me.â
âDUSKNOIRâ!â Aimilios ran towards the ghost-type, trying to hug him before he disappeared⊠but itâd 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 bluffâs floor. Aimilios and Ribbons can only stare at the ground the ghost-type escaped from.
âH-heâs goneâŠâ Aimilios dejectedly spoke.
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âŠ
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 theyâd been able to consistently find being disappointment.
âWh-where is heâŠâ the Lucario fretted endlessly. Ribbonâs sat on Aimiliosâs shoulder as she peered at the map in the Aura PokĂ©monâs quivering hands.
âI donât knowâŠâ the Sylveon responded, âBut weâll keep tryingâŠâ a cat-like yawn escapes her. âPreferably tomorrow.â
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 sheâd been upset aswell⊠probably as much as Aimiliosâ who blamed himself for the whole ordeal.
âŠWhich 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 didnât upset her Aura PokĂ©mon partner.
âThat marks off Kecleonâs shopâŠâ Ribbons yawned once more. âAimilios⊠We should call it a night.â
âB-but..!â Aimilios cried out. âWeâre so close..!â
âSweetie⊠I know you want to find himâŠâ Ribbonâs cups his face with her feelers. âBut youâll only destroy yourself in the process if you keep taking these all-nighters..â
âDonât you care..?!â 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. âOf course I do... But now we need to rest.â
âSo⊠thenâŠâ Aimilios looks around. âWhere do we sleep for the nightâŠ?â
âHm. Good point.â She looks at the map, pointing to it with one of her feelers. âGrovyle and Celebiâs house is just up ahead..! I don't think theyâd mind us crashing for the night!â
âA-Alright.â Aimilios rolled up the map, neatly tucking it away into his treasure bag as the two made their way to the grass-typeâs shared home⊠unaware that the Gripper PokĂ©mon theyâve been trying to find had already been there⊠waiting for them.
âââââ
It was relatively easy to move their way around the Future trioâs home despite night falling. Moonlight did well to offer illumination for the Lucario and Sylveon. Aimilios sighs forlorninglyâ still upset with not continuing his search for the ghost-type. He just wishes that Dusknoir would come back to them alreadyâŠ
âHeâs fine.â The fairy-type spoke out of nowhereâ almost reading her partnerâs mind. âHeâs stronger than all four of us, heâs safe.â
âHow do you know that?â
Ribbons smiles, âI just do.â
âŠAimilios couldnât 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 trioâs abode.
âSpooky, huh?â 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 trickâ receiving a small smile backâ
*CLATTER*
The two PokĂ©monâs 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 partnerâs 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.
Theyâre met with a large, black silhouette. WithâŠ
Glowing⊠yellow ringsâŠ
The two proceeded closer, light filling both their eyes as they smiled in unison. Upon getting closerâ they hear him. Calling out their names. Almost painfully.
âDUSKNOIR..!â
The two small PokĂ©mon wasted no time unequipping their Bone Rush and Moonblast respectively. Insteadâ Rushing over immediately to the familiar ghost-type.
âRibbons? AimiliosâŠ?â The wraithâs 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 itâ speaking for the first time since they last saw the seven foot phantom. âOh⊠you twoâŠâ
ââŠâ 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 themâ she gazed at him. Beginning to notice his more monstrous-like form.
âDusknoirâŠâ Ribbons began cautiously. âWhat happened? Is everything okayâŠ?â
Dusknoirâs half-lidded eye landed on her, tilting his head uncannily.
âDoes it matter?â
Wrong answer. Ribbons instantly began to squirm out of Dusknoirâs holdâ squeezing herself out as she wrapped an immediate feeler onto Aimiliosâs arm. Discreetly begging him to do the same. Something was wrongâ very, very wrong with the elder ghost.
âŠ
ââŠâ
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 thatâ but growling possessively. Causing the sylveon to second-guess herself. Shirking away as Aimilios stayed close.
âA-Aimiliosâ!â the fairy-type whisper-shouted.
The way the ghostâs 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.
ââŠRibbons..?â Dusknoir bellowedâ his voice being a few octaves lower than his regular voice. His pupil shrinking as one of his little oneâs strayed further away from him. âWhere are you goingâ?â
âD-Dusknoir..! Ohh..!â The aura pup wasted no time hugging the large specter. Whom of whichâ scooped up the Lucario in a tight bear hug. Almost too tight.
Aimilios didnât understand why the Sylveon wasnât 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.
âWeâve been looking for you all over..! Where were you?!â Aimilios pouted, still clearly upset from the Irish-like goodbye the ghost gave them.
âForgive me⊠I never wished to make you so unhappyâŠâ His arms snake around the small aura Pokemon more, growling protectively.
ââŠâ
âCome nowâŠ.â Dusknoirâs embrace tightens. âDonât be upset with meâŠâ The giant specter coaxed.
Aimilios huffed out after a few seconds pastâ unable to hold onto his anger towards the ghost. âAlrightâŠâ the Aura PokĂ©mon softly responded, hiding his face in the crook of Dusknoirâs ruffs.
âThank youâŠâ The wraithâs ginormous hands grab hold of the Lucarioâs tiny waist; picking up Aimilios and craning his head thoughtfully left and right. Almost as if he were⊠inspecting the pup?
âA-ah⊠Dusknoir?â Right⊠Dusknoir was still in one of his⊠âtrances.â Now Aimilios understood why Ribbons was being so wary. The Aura PokĂ©mon shouldâve been as well⊠but he missed the ghost too much to care about logic. Logic that was telling him to run right now.
Perhaps thatâs why when the wraith unhinged his large mawâ the Lucario froze. Completely.
âD-dusknoirâŠ?â Aimilios looked at the wraith worriedly, he turns his head back at Ribbonsâ
All he sees is her backing awayâ the white pupils in her cyan eyes dilating, slitting like a cat.
HaâŠhahaâŠ! The Lucario nervously laughed in the back of his mind. He thought he was already past this..! He- h-he shouldnât be having a freeze responseâŠ! Not with Dusknoirâ not anymoreâŠ! So why⊠w-why was he soâŠ?
Aimilios stared into the abyss that was the ghost-typeâs innards. Purple flesh churned softly as a large, purple tongue unraveled onto the groundâ beckoning the aura pup inside.
He⊠he wasnât going to do what Aimilios thinks heâs⊠no. No.
Dusknoir wouldnât.
âŠthe Lucarioâs eyes slowly meet the large specters.
ââŠâ
Oh.
Dusknoirâs glowing, blood red eye only trained on the small PokĂ©monâs body.
Oh.
Aimiliosâs ruby pupils shrink.
Heâs serious.
âD-dusknoir..! W-WAITâ!â
âAIMILIOSâ!â
The Lucarioâs eyes shut as the wraith connected his head with the small pupâs. Purring softly.
âYou were always much more prone to fear, weren't you?â Dusknoir detaches his temple from the Aura PokĂ©monâ before gently pulling him towards the confines of his belly.
âDonât worry. Iâll guide you every step of the way.â Dusknoir bellowed outâ unable to hear the Lucarioâs frightened cries.
The aura pupâs body squished into the surface of the revenantâs pliant body. Aimilios couldnât even cry for helpâa small, terrified whine only escapes him as he eased further into the depths of the Gripper PokĂ©monâs stomach. Tucking the small fighting-type away.
âââ
âThere we areâŠâ the gargantuan wraith purredâ
Aimilios was the first one he placed inside. Thankfullyâ he didnât 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. âBe not afraidâŠâ the ghost rumbled out gently hunched over, placing protective hands over his stomach. Almost cradling his larger belly⊠and the small PokĂ©mon within... âRest now. I have you.â
âDusknoir pleaseâ!â Purple flesh only surrounded the Lucarioâ who squeezed his eyes shut in fear.
âShhâŠâ Dusknoirâs glowing eye illuminated further, hushing the Lucario. âYou need not worry about losing me anymore.â Dusknoir smiled. ââŠNot while I have you.â
ââŠâ Aimilios curled up into himselfâ 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.
âŠ
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-typeâ kneeling in front of her.
Ribbons immediately begins hissing, backing away from the terrifying ghost-type. Thisâ t-this wasnât their dad. Dusknoir wouldnâtâ heâd neverâ
âStay AWAY!â The irate eeveelution hissedâ 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 closerâ testing the Sylveonâs resolve. His eye still lidded.
âIâM WARNING YOUâŠ! IâLL DO ITâ!â
Another advance towards her. Completely disregarding her threats.
Ribbons closed her eyes as the pink orb of energy blasted towards Dusknoir way.
âŠ
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 didnât even flinch.
Dusknoirâs rings glowed brighter as he sighed, smiling down at the intertwining PokĂ©mon. âOh, Ribbons.â Of course she wouldnât harm him. Aimilios barely tried to escape, so why would she?
Ribbons backed further and further away from the wraithâ until backing herself into a wall. A dead end. Her cyan, beady eyeâs looked up at the gargantuan ghost in what would be fear. Fear she hadnât felt in years. She closes her eyes shut, expecting the worstâ
Only for large, firm hands to cup her body.
âRibbons, dear. Your partner is safeâŠâ Large hands reach the petrified Sylveon, scooping her up. He gently placed her against his stomachâ making her listen to the Aura PokĂ©mon inside. âSee..?â
Ribbons could barely squeak out of her raspy throat. Feeling Aimilios from within the barrier that was the ghostâs girth.
âJust let me take care of youâŠboth of you.â Dusknoir bellowed, parting his teeth once more. The Sylveon and Lucario share a look of fearâbefore 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 insideâsealing her away with the Lucario.
Without any time to shoutâ the Aura and Intertwining PokĂ©mon had been pulled into the dark abyss that was the Gripper PokĂ©monâs belly. Dusknoir ignored their quiet, frightened mewls. For him to stopâ 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 didnât know what was wrong with him. But he didnât care anymore. They were here now.
And they were all he needed.
âOh⊠you two must be so exhaustedâŠâ 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 wereâŠ
ïżœïżœLet me handle the rest.â Dusknoir cooed. Purring trilled growls as he examined his slightly larger bellyâ pressing large fingertips on the soft roof of his belly. Earning him startled whimpers from the inside.
âââ
âShhhâŠ. ShhhhhhhâŠ.â
âA-AimiliosâŠâ The sylveon whined out, hugging her partner in fear.
âI-I know Ribbons⊠I know.â The Lucario had squeezed his eyes shut, alongside his smaller, fairy-type partner.
Theyâd been trapped inside the large ghost-typeâs belly. Heâd devoured them without a second thoughtâ the last thing that could be seen was his glazed, half-lidded expression. As if heâd 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. Heâd hunched over, curling both of his arms around his stomach as he breathed heavily. Itâd been a dark night, so that also mightâve 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.
âI have youâŠâ 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 partnerâ frightened noises escaped both of their mouths.
âItâs g-going to be okayâŠ! He⊠he probably had a reasonâŠâ Aimilios whispered.
âA reason for whatâ eating us ALIVE?!â Ribbons rebutted. Whispering back angrily in tears. âAimilios if we donât find a way out, heâll..!â
âŠThe 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.
âH-heâllâŠâ The fairy-type buried her face into her partnerâs chest. Godsâ why was he doing thisâŠ?! He wouldnât make some elaborate plan to regain their trust to harm them years down the line. Not againâ Not when there were other, more opportune moments when they were alone. Still unevolved.
So why.
Why were they still so scared?
âŠ
âŠThe 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.
ââŠâŠâ the Lucario couldn't formulate a response fast enough to ease Ribbonâs worries. Only holding her.
âŠThe dumbest, most naive part of both of them still trusted Dusknoir. Trusted the Gripper PokĂ©mon 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.
âH-he wouldnât⊠He promised us..! The Lucario hugged her tightly. âHe⊠he wouldnât do that to us againâŠâ
Aimilios was confident in that, and he knew Ribbonâs was too despite her fears. He wouldnât have spent all this time trying to regain their trust⊠only to hurt them all over again.
There had to be a reasonâŠ
ââ
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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 heâd been distracted talking to another treasure town citizenâ he whispered something to the two PokĂ©mon.
âH-hey..â Duskull began. âI should probably give you two a heads upâŠâ
âAâŠheads up?â The Lucario tilted his head in confusion. âAbout what exactly..?â
ââŠHim.â He gestures to Dusknoir. âYou kids may not know this but⊠itâs around this time of year ghost typeâs 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-typeâs face.
But⊠It also made sense. The past few days Dusknoir had been actingâŠstrange. Heâd been extra protective of the Lucario and Sylveon. Heâd 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 aswellâŠand it only seemed to become more frequent.
âS-so where are you going with th-this exactly?â The Lucario stuttered, trying to move on from that piece of information.
âItâs just, Dusknoirsâ have a way with âprotectingâ their kids⊠itâsââ
Just at that moment, the large ghost-type had returned. Staring at the little Requiem Pokémon.
âForgive me for asking Duskull, but weâre quite ready to leave now.â Dusknoir smiled. Although he seemed to be glaring daggers at the much smaller pre-evolution. He didnât seem to hear the initial conversation, thankfully.
âR-RightâŠâ 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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ââŠO-oh my godsâŠâ The Lucario put a paw on his mouth in disbelief.
âWh-what??â Ribbons whisper-shouted. âWhat is it..?!â
âH-Heâs protecting usâŠ.â Aimilios spoke, his eyes widening as his mind returned to the present.
âW-whatâŠ?â The sylveon looked up at her partnerâs ruby eyes. âFrom what?!â
âRemember what Duskull said?â
âYes? But what does this have to do with-â
âNo, Ribbons. Think harder.â
And she does, closing her eyes to correctly recall the conversation that took place that day.
âHe said that dusknoirsâ as a species had a way of protecting theirâŠk-kids.â She hesitates near the end, still flustered by that fact.
âR-rightâŠâ The equally embarrassed Lucario responded. Briefly breaking eye contact with the sylveon.
âSo h-heâs doing all of thisâŠ?â Ribbons looked up at the roof of the ghostâs stomach. Purple flesh churned from above, as well as below as it closed in further around the two small PokĂ©mon.
âBecause he thinks weâre his..?â
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.
âMhmâŠâ the misty-eyed Lucario replied, hugging Ribbons even tighter. âH-he doesâŠâ
The revelation was staggering⊠This once, world renowned ghost-type. Famous in nearly all of the Grass-continents, the âGreat Dusknoirâ himselfâŠ
âŠSaw them as his little ones. The same unknown, naive kids that once approached him that fateful day. Heâd been treating them as if they were his very own children.
It nearly made the Lucario and Sylveon cry.
âŠ
They listened to Dusknoirâs 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 ghostâs echo chamber. Rubbing his stomach soothingly for the two little ones residing inside it.
âRest now, my childrenâŠâ 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 theyâll soon follow his example.
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âSo weâre not getting out until morning, are we?â Ribbons jokes, although a hint of a choked sob had been present in her voice.
âMhm⊠for now, letâs get some sleepâŠâ
âOkayâŠâ Ribbonâs sighs, smiling softly at her partner. âGoodnightâŠâ
âGoodnightâŠâ He kisses the top of his partnerâs head. Before both of them look at the roof of the ghost-typeâs stomach⊠the same one that had claimed them as his own⊠Tears prick the corner of the twoâs eyes. Knowing now how Dusknoir truly felt towards them. Hearing him call them his âchildrenââŠ
They close their damped eyes, making mental notes in their heads to hug Dusknoir once heâd let them free.
#pmd writing tag#dadnoir#Sylveon/Ribbons#Lucario/Aimilios#pmd Dusknoir#Dusknoir#:3 hope u guys enjoy teehee#also please no âheehoo voreâ jokes im really not looking for those rn#ILL MAKE AN EPILOGUE IF I EVER FIND THE ENERGY. it would be fun#<<< titling it âTeam Hope working on their communication skills challenge /J#(And also. indirectly acknowledging what Dusknoir meant by. what he did.)
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The thing with shadowpeach that makes me sad sometimes is that it can feel one sided âŠ
Iâm pretty sure it isnât, but we donât have a confirmation
not verbally, no
#ngl anon i do not believe it feels one-sided#nor that lmk has left it to be one-sided#macky is just more verbal about his feelings compared to swk who shows his reciprocation through actions#swk is an 'actions speak louder than words' kinda guy#we SEE him trust mac to help in s5 long before he verbally/indirectly says he does#we see him reaching and looking back long before the s5 hand reach#but even that isn't verbal!!!#swk has not said with real words that he cares just yet#but his ACTIONS!!!#oh his actionsssssss!!!!!#lmk#asks#this is why i have hope anon <3#don't be like macky and wait for the words#let him be the down bad obvious/oblivious one#liukong
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i will never understand ken amada haters. no not even when the whole âhe indirectly got shinjiro killedâ 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 iâd 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 kenâs shoulders. heâs a fucking kid! good grief
#itâs insane to see people being like Heâs a master manipulator and a threat to everyone around him#and then heâs just an 11 yr old boy#next time youâre telling yourself ken amada indirectly got shinjiro killed remember that by that logic shinjiro indirectly got Himself klld#god bless#persona spoilers#persona 3 spoilers#ken amada#shinjiro aragaki#maestxt
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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]
#that one scene in dexter when the lazer scanner scans dexter's mom and gets a system overload#that scene just gets me#a compliment from a machine could either be straightforward or indirectly intelligible#and i just love that#robophilia#robofucker#robot love#robotfucker#robot lover#robot#techum#oh to be pampered and loved by a machine<3
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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 alsoâ
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 âbarbarian hordeâ 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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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 didnât know it yet <3
#soulmates if you will#SOULMATESâŒïž#spiderbit has indirectly been around for a whole year wtf#meus pais how i miss you </3#qsmp cellbit#qsmp roier#spiderbit#qsmp
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Shadow: I donât 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: Youâre 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: âŠWhy didnât you tell me BEFORE I even drank it?! [PRESENT] Shadow: I donât know, it's just a hunch I have.
#incorrect quotes#sth#sonic#sonic movie universe#sonic movie 3#shadow the hedgehog#knuckles the echidna#knuckles wachowski#sonic wachowski#maddie wachowski#sonic and shadow#i've seen the theories about shadow 'ending' tom directly or indirectly#either way i think it'd be an interesting dynamic if sonic wasn't fond of his new brother at first
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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
#yes yes aguefort came back but most cruciallly he DIED first#FOR the bad kids. so you could say 3 in 3 principals at aguefort have died directly or indirectly because of the bad kids#riz canonically ATE THE DEAD BODY OF ONE OF THE AFOREMENTIONED PRINCIPALS#i feel like we need to acknowledge this shit more#and maybe kipperlily SHOULD become acting principal. make if 4 for 4#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high#dimension 20
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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!
#dnp#they are being so annoyinh#âlook at us. having a nice Hoildayâ#okay. now please hard lanch yourselves away from me please!#I'm going to die and phrankly I don't wanted âKilled indirectly by Phanâ on my grave stone!#(all clear here i am joking. they look very happy and i hope that it was a very nice time <3)#phil lester#dan and phil#phan#daniel howell#dan howell#dan and phil games#amazingphil#danandphil#danandphilgames
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#a little warm up for starting the treat asks today and !!!!!!! in honor of season four filming day hehe i bring cy cy đ„đ#filming starts today teehee cant wait to lose it again hehehehee <33#(which i am still taking btw if yall would like one !! <3)#oc: cythia vassermiller#the witcher oc#leg.ocs#leg.edits#*ocedit#*myedits#empires delight light of the flame princess in chains youâll always be loved by meeee !!!!!!#i am slow as snails but i at LASTT finished last wish recently and i am on blood of elves now EEEEEK#at that point sheâs in her planning stages of her rebellion with m/aecht and g/eso and etc HEHE#the one where she was more so REALLY just for reasons of her own that she masks as an uprising đ„đ”âđ«#we love a girlboss girlfailure or something!! *wheeze* đ#thereâs more to it like she poses as the knight commander thereâs a confrontation that ends in the âdeathâ of that knight#in order to prevent the knowledge of her identity AND in learning her reasons for getting into things#(yk hey eat my shorts for i mean aem faked HER death but as far as cy was concerned he may have indirectly had a hand :â))#but thatâs spoilers for the fic so ill leave at that teehee <3 anyway i hope u all are well !!!!!!!#her and emmy wonât leave my head the brainworms are always brainworming ig!!!!!
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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.
#AND FOR GOOD REASON#it's like the separatist episode again#echo doesn't get screentime bc they don't want to tackle his trauma#listen ik ventress is a morally grey character and I LOVE HER SO MUCH DON'T GET ME WRONG#but watching the episode made me think abt how echo's trauma is (again) so untouched#and he would have so many emotions#about working with the person who indirectly caused 99's death#so yeah <3#the bad batch#the bad batch spoilers#arc trooper echo#clone trooper 99#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#assaj ventress
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