#I have drawings of this hehe... I will eventually draw a whole illust with it... maybe some day

[ghu-leh]

Night Terrors

Character: Papa Emeritus II.

Warnings/Content: body horror, blood, slight gore. Brief Secondo x gn! reader.

Additional Tags: Oneshot, ficlet (696 words).

Please see end of work under the cut for italian translations!

A step. A rush

A drop of sweat running down his temple. His heart throbbed, squirming violently at the pit of his stomach. Curses filled his mind as he made his way out of his forsaken office, far away from his duties as the second Papa Emeritus.

A step. A rush

A drop of sweat running down his temple. His heart throbbed, squirming violently at the pit of his stomach. Curses filled his mind as he made his way out of his forsaken office, far away from his duties as the second Papa Emeritus. Long gone was the act of looking authoritative or withdrawn in his thoughts. Long gone was the very elegant walk that made his robes look suspended, frozen-like in the air, mimicking the sensual swirls of the frankincense smoke that burned at the black mass. He entered his room and immediately closed the doors of his chambers with urgency, a brief refuge from the prying eyes of those that follow him. His chasuble and miter bothered him and he removed them hastily, maybe then he would stop feeling this hot, this clammy. This deeply ill. "Di nuovo questa malatia, Satana?!" He curses, his body feeling as if it was being consumed by hellish flames.

Maybe air is all he needed.

Yes. Air is all he needs. With trembling hands he opened the doors of his balcony before he fell to his knees. It was for naught, for his pain now overwhelmed his logic. Not even the soft caresses of the nightly winds were merciful enough to relieve his discomfort. Throbbing, hurting, aching. He brought his hands to his face in horror, feeling his jaw lock in place. "Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo" Secondo cried quietly, as chunks of flesh started to fall of his face. The skin of his cheeks ripped apart as his teeth grew sharp. The older Papa did nothing but close his eyes in pure agony as his blood and drool mixed in one, staining his immaculate white dress shirt. Pooling by his knees. He brought a hand to his chest in a desperate attempt to comfort himself. It reminded him of the touches of his mother when he was a child, during the times he would suddenly wake up mortified by his night terrors. Through his fear, her touch was benevolent. Calming. Reminiscent of the times when he was nothing but innocence. A touch that was able to scare the most fearsome demons. Yet, this one in particular was out of her ghastly reach. A toxic imp that infected his very core. Secondo suddenly opened his eyes as the first waves of that loathed thirst took hold of his throat. He looked over his shoulder to consider whether to drink the remnants of a bottle of wine he started drinking the night before. Without further hesitation, he downed what was left of the liquor. The alcohol stinging as it made contact with his wounds. Unfortunately, it was not enough. It was never enough, and he knew that well. Such an aggressive flare-up could only subside with a cure that matched the malady. With a taste of the very life essence that runs through the veins of many.

He sat there, defeated. Contemplative. In the deepest pain imaginable, as his disfigured jaw - which now resembled a monstrous snout- continued to drool. "Chi sono io? Madonna mia, che devo fare?" He pleaded to whoever could hear him. To the Darkest One below. To the intangible spirits surrounding him. Secondo was even willing to stoop low and desperately beg for the help of the one above. And he begged for a solution. For a cure. For a hint that maybe this was just another one of his childhood night terrors, and it will all be gone in the morning. Anything would be acceptable for him now, as long as he did not give in to his urge to consume blood.

That's when he would know he had lost himself completely. Once more. "Papa?" A scared, worried voice took him out of his thoughts. You now stood by the ajar door of his chambers, taking in the whole scene. "Papa, are you ok?" The second Emeritus froze in place. His face twisted in dread at the mere thought of what this could mean. Of how he could lose you. Was this a sick, cruel answer to his screams of mercy? His thirst grew, yet his stomach churned. Qualsiasi altra opzione, ma non tu...

Translations:

"Di nuovo questa malatia, Satana?": This sickness again, Satan?

"Cazzo, cazzo, cazzo": fuck, fuck, fuck

"Chi sono io? Madonna mia, che devo fare?": Who am I? My lady, what should I do?

"Qualsiasi altra opzione, ma non tu...": Any other option, but not you...

[shirogane-oushirou]

having a no good very bad health day so i've decided my trainersona DOES in fact have a lugia on standby. as a treat. bc fuck you. 💖

current loose trainersona idea + some art:

they did in fact get through most of the johto league, went hog wild, burned out a bit after all of the Commotion around catching lugia (need to brush up on this, my memory is fuzzy, but i'm firmly in the "there are a bunch of legendaries they're just reclusive and hard to catch" camp so they're not like. taking The One And Only Lugia lol.), took a break to travel for college in kalos, got into a poison sting accident w a nidorino / nidorina while traveling near geosenge (and was saved by wild-but-eventually-partner sawk), and re-joined with their family who had either moved to coumarine in kalos OR wedgehurst in galar.

(i'm planning a swsh replay as ren once i'm done with x so i can compare the Vibes of the two places. also so i can dress him up HEHE.)

they officially retired their league challenge on the basis of permanent damage sustained from the attack. even if they could have somehow physically managed victory road, the brain fog made on-the-fly strategizing basically impossible.

if in coumarine: they're usually either in their family's home at the top of the cliffs, or they've ridden their scolipede down to the harbor to draw.

if in wedgehurst: they're either in their family's home on the outer edge of the town, or they've ridden scolipede to the lake at the end of route 2 to draw. basically "place with fresh air where they can ride their bug horsey to a body of water to draw some landscapes".

undecided if they do streaming on the side or not. after their intense league challenge and their accident they've become a little snippier... a little deadpan snark. but they aren't good at relaying sarcasm, and they DO have good jokes but it takes a while for them to form, so the quick-on-their-feet "sarcastic snarker" jokey archetype of streamer wouldn't work for them -- they just come off as mean unintentionally. and they can't be peppy or actively entertaining or anything. maybe they just stream to an audience of a couple of friends and the occasional stray chatter who finds their stream on accident.

hennywaise! all this to say. i want to ride my bug horsie and fly on my big-hands birdy and sit on the shoulders of my punch guy. i wanna ride a funny little Guy to local towns for a day without it being a whole Ordeal.

i want to be on a date with ren, when it's getting late, and he's like "oh shit how are we gonna get you home safely if the sun's already going down?? dangerous pokemon might be around!!!" i turn to him and say, "oh don't worry about me, i have a safe way home. =v= " i pull out a pokeball, toss it behind me, and out comes a giant shadow of a legendary bird with frightening glowing eyes.

and then i turn to it and its form settles into a big cuddly Wet Bird with Big Hugging Hands and i bunt my head into his head and scritch his chin. ren's on the ground, thoroughly spooked, bc Um Why Does My Frail Partner(???) Have A Legendary Bird In Their Back Pocket Like It's Nothing?? Who Are They Actually?????? and i can turn around and casually smile and reach out to him like "want a ride?" while he's still having a Moment.

like this:

....... i didn't mean for this to turn into a mini illust, i was just gonna scribble a little bit, but i mean... hey. neat. teehee. i might post this separately once i have everything figured out. who knows. shrug.

ALSO: working on back-tagging for poke!ren and poke!ro, so once that's done and i'm 10000% sure i want to stick with those tags, i'll make a post with a few tags for potential blacklisting.