#I’m really just feeding myself with this

[carnations8delight]

Omg, i didnt think you’d answer!  

You saying that you don’t like to be misunderstood, resonated with me SO much, because I am the exact same way!

So I want you to know that I hear you. I understand you. It’s very important for people like us to feel very understood.

Been a directioner since 2011, never been to a concert so Liam’s death is especially devastating.

I believed in larrie as a joke. But then there were some proof that I thought was kind of real?

I don’t really know much about that now, but it’s the same thing as you, I’ve come to the conclusion, that “why is it my business?”

It’s not.

Especially because I saw how a lot of 1D fans went mental over it, crying in their posts literally live posting their meltdown over “larry allowing themselves to be closeted by Simon.” Which by the way doesn’t make sense now in 2024.

Then I saw them trying to hack Louis and his girlfriends, same thing with Harry!

Not to mention the “I hope your baby dies.” Incident.

And I just think to myself, if it has you going crazy like that you should allow yourself to take a step back because this was supposed to be about fun. Fun and music, everything else was just extra.

I know, we basically like to characterize them for convenience, but these are real people with real lives and feelings, And once I realized that, I wasn’t gonna let myself get too caught up.

And I’m so glad that people are talking about parasocialism. Directioners were way to comfortable stalking 1D’s family members, and friends, making fanfics and edits about them.

Buts It’s especially prevalent in kpop, where companies feed into the delusion of stans by sometimes catering to their online hate trains.

Omg im not gonna go on a tangent but, as an international you probably already know because it’s started to reach further parts of the Internet.

Anyway thanks for letting me understand you, people very often misunderstand me, so I’ll try to understand others as much as I can.

Plus peeps rarely talk to me on this site, which isn’t upsetting it’s just a different change of pace from my other social medias that have too much activity, so it’s kinda special. 

Hey unpopular opinion but the 1D boys DO NOT owe you any sort of liam tribute. They don't owe you a song they record together. Not a tribute concert. Not individual songs on upcoming albums. they dont owe you the discussion of their grief on stage. Or if you meet them. Or in interviews. Louis literally discussed how absolutely insufferable it is to recount his grief in interviews time and time again. Its absolutely insane the fact you expect them to talk about major grief while they are AT WORK. Like imagine being at your job or some corporate event and some person you barely know asks you, while you are working, on the clock, how you are dealing with a family members death. the group of unhinged psychologically challenged women creating a "fan project" or printing liams face to take to zayns shows is psychotic and deranged and frankly i think zayn malik should be legally allowed to come down from stage and bash your skulls in. I sure know i want to. I pray zayns team sees the tweets and his security denies those weirdos entry.

[manchasama]

In light of Nartothelar finishing the comic I commished from them, I am going to spend my Friday night ~productively~

So. The original idea was posted in 2022. And like all my fics, I think about them a lot, and notes to myself, come up with breakthroughs, change plots around, etc etc etc. And I would SWEAR I posted some of this, but I can’t for the life of me find it. And so. So. Sooooooo.

I’m gonna post the current plot of the RoadTrip!AU :> There will be some repeat beats, and it certainly isn’t the MOST fleshed out fic, but it should give a pretty good idea of what the fic should look like, and give a little more context to the comic.

Let’s start it like we did before. Emmet has been searching for Ingo for...a long time now.

Only that’s not entirely accurate, is it? He’s continued to work at the subway, continued to perform both his and Ingo’s duties diligently, allowing the authorities to perform their exhaustive investigation. Because that is what he’s supposed to do. That is the most anyone can do.

He wakes up every day (to an empty room). He feeds his Pokemon (and Ingo’s). He gets ready for the day (not looking in the mirror but aggravatingly aware of its presence; he also can’t bring himself to cover it). He pauses for a moment as he reaches for his coat (there are still two on the rack).

The day proceeds as normal. He walks to work. Greets the same people every day. Stops for coffee (the second cup isn’t taken, but he gives the barista a sad smile of thanks). Greets the depot agents and gets the day started.

Singles train in the morning (hard part first). Lunch with Elesa (a bright spot in his day). Double train in the evening (end on a good note). Walks home, occasionally battling an over-eager out-of-towner who challenges him. He can’t do anything but his best, and never really understand when the overwhelmed beginners get mad at him for it.

Dinner (at an empty table), loud Pokemon around him (to cover the silence). A few endless hours of going over reports, clippings, cold-trails gone colder, before he forces himself to stop. Goes to bed (in an empty room).

Emmet wakes up (to an empty room). He can’t stand it anymore.

He knows Ingo is alive, knows it in a way that others can’t understand. A “gut feeling” doesn’t help with a search, after all. So, he has to go out and search himself. Take the avenues others can’t or won’t. Find the impossible and make it true. He’s determined!

And in the impulsive way that Ingo had never been able to fully curve, Emmet up and leaves with barely a phone call to work to let them know he wouldn’t be in for a verrrry long time. (He tells them he won’t be in, and they wish him to get better soon. He corrects them; he is not coming into work ever. Or until he finds Ingo. He hangs up on the ensuing chaos to finish packing what he needs and wrangling his Pokemon.)

Cue Elesa barging in the house on him before he can finish up (she was called in by the depot agents). She absolutely pins him down and demands more details, of course, and once she realizes he is serious she calls in the big guns and gets Drayden on the phone. To her consternation, he is less supportive in her efforts to stop Emmet. (Drayden knows his boys, knows their cores too, and was honestly counting the days until Emmet cracked).

Elesa comes around to it (she has watched him become so faded, and this is the first sign of his old spark that she’s seen), but insists he slow down just a bit. He needs to wrap up properly at Gear Station, make sure his place is taken care of while he’s gone, and most importantly say his proper goodbye to her. (She will support him, and worry for him, and always be here when he’s ready to come home.)

Emmet begins scouring the world for help. His first stop; tracking down the local legends. In this world, while they are rare and elusive, there isn’t just One legendary Pokemon. Zekrom and Reshiram are extra elusive to humanity because of the History. But Emmet knows the general whereabouts of one trainer who has a Zekrom. And so he goes to find N.

(It’s pointless to keep this secret in these notes, but in the story it would not be obvious yet that Emmet is a Reshiram turned human. Surprise lol. But the interaction with N would be so interesting! Seeing N from an outsider pov react to a Pokemon that chose to become human. Having Emmet confront Zekrom who is not his brother, but understands. “I miss the you who isn’t you.”)

((Fun fact; I waffled SO LONG on deciding which dragon was which brother. In my notes about this part, I had Zekrom!Emmet lol. I STILL say either is good, but I have chosen and I will stick to it. Plus now I have art for it so it’s set in stone 8> lolol))

The scene is going to be a mash up of N and Emmet metaphorically circling each other warily, and Emmet and Zekrom butting heads. Zekrom definitely approves Emmet’s pursuit of his ideals (It’s a Truth, Emmet would argue), but the situation is beyond their limited powers.

Little snippet from my notes.

Emmet, staring at N. “You have a Zekrom.” Emmet is not so sure he’s comfortable, but he also cannot be stopped.

N, wary. “What a strange what of phrasing it. But yes, I have Zekrom.”

So it goes, so it goes. Emmet zeros in on the Pokemon who are said to grant wishes, but does not see hide nor hair of it. He tracks down a Pokemon said to be able to create strange portals, but they are the least helpful of all. He travels to Sinnoh, and for a while it seemed promising.

He looks for Uxie, the pokemon of knowledge. The lake trio is curious about him, but ultimately says nothing of import before vanishing. Uxie does grant Emmet an image of spear pillar maybe hinting Ingo is there, but provides no context.

At spear pillar there was a reaction, a swelling of power, of presence. But it fades away, leaving Emmet alone again. For whatever reason they found him wanting perhaps. (Dialga and Palika are unable to mess with the timeline during Hisui, it's too fragile to meddle with. Thus they can do nothing to help Emmet.)

One after the other, Emmet wanders the globe. He keeps an ear open for any mundane rumors as well, just in case. Asks if anyone has seen a man with his face. No one ever has.

Emmet is running out of leads. He will Not Let This Get Him Down. So he does everything he can to do it Right when he finds the Celebi, to ask them for help. Despite his preparation, they just flit away unhelpfully. He tries very hard not to get irritated. He might fail in that.

Then he spots a kid peeking out at him, looking as grumpy as he feels. After a bit of coaxing (“I am Emmet. What do you want?”), the kid comes out saying they can help. It takes a bit, but Emmet works out this is a Celebi that wants to be human. It’s not a common desire, and most Pokemon don’t have the power or ability to do it themselves, but it did it. And it still cant figure out how to fit in with humans, how to act like them. In the rare case it’s not immediately called out as a Pokemon in disguise (“It’s not a disguise! I am human now!”), it’s still considered far too strange to most people, who keep their distance. So it returned home to rethink its strategy. If Emmet will help it with that, then Celebi will help him.

As for how it can help, it confirms that Ingo is not in that time. Emmet counters that what can Celebi do as a human kid? Because the act of turning human is turning human. It’s not a disguise, it’s not an illusion. Humans and Pokemon think differently, react differently, have different desires and motivations. A Pokemon who truly changes loses most of their powers, because a human mind doesn’t work well with the instinct that drive those powers.

And in reverse, they can’t just change back, because they would lose what they gained as humans. Lose that way of thinking, that sense of self. It’s like running a sentence back and forth in a translator; what you get back is twisted from what it once was, and you know you’re not who you were. You can get close, but you will never be that person again. It’s not something done lightly.

(It’s impossible to lose all the power, because that too is inherent to who they are as well.)

The Celebi admits they can still do some minor time travel. Small jumps, and they can only hold the portal open for a short time. It takes a lot of power, so they’ll need to rest in between. Plus they don’t know exactly when Ingo is either. But they won’t change back into a Celebi, so he can take it or leave it.

It’s the first solid lead Emmet has. It’s less than ideal (lol) that Ingo got lost in time, but it explains why no one has been able to find even a hint of a lead. He will absolutely will take Celebi up on its offer without hesitation. The first lesson? Giving yourself an identity. He insists on Celebi choosing a name, because if someone else chooses it for them, it’s too much on the Pokemon side of things. She chooses ‘Anya’, and is now that much more human.

Now that he has direction, Emmet now has to figure out the method. Without knowing when he needed to go, he knew he’d have to cover a lot of ground to make sure that they didn’t miss Ingo along the way. On foot wouldn't do. Travel Pokemon would be better, but exhausting for all. There was one thing that Emmet was verrrrrry qualified to drive however. It just needed to be made portable.

He decides to gamble on a crazy idea. It was a mental exercise he and Ingo did as kids, a fun little project that had no use but was fun/cool to figure out how to do it. They've always had the idea of fighting on a train, and they were making their own. It was an engine that would travel overland, with a moving rail instead of staying on a track. Parts of it were still hypothetical, they never got around to working the logistics before the battle subway became a thing, but the train itself exists.

It's a steam train designed to work either on electric or fire to heat it (it exists! I found an article on it, pretty fun), and they would be having Pokemon to help with the various aspects of running it. Another reason they didn’t pursue it was because they would never have gotten the okay to have a train careening around the country side without a set path, but lol shhhhh.

(Fun fact, they have designed the conductor’s area with a switchable plate that connects to the water boiler. It can conduct heat/electricity to heat the steam needed to drive the train. Yes, it’s designed so they can tap into their fire/electricity powers to run the train while they are driving it.)

Thus Emmet dusts off their idea and gets to work on making it a reality. As quick, safe transport, a home base built in? It's perfect. To make it work, he needs a few things. One is of course the train itself. They used to spend their free time fiddling with it just as a fun side project, so it's not in bad shape.

The second thing he needs, which they never fully worked out a method for, are the tracks. Desperation is an intense motivator, and he has a terrible wonderful idea on what to do. He will need enough track for the length of the train he plans to take (engine and a car or two), plus leeway for maneuvering. And he needs something that will move the tracks. What better than a group of psychic Pokemon with enough precision to be able to lift and lay the track in a moving railroad. With the benefit of being able to handle terrain not normally maneuverable, if they keep a cushion of psychic power beneath the rails to keep them straight.

Why not just have them move the train? Because the train is way heavier and would exhaust them faster. Plus it’s much easier for him to control it himself than trying to control the Pokemon controlling the train.

So Emmet returns home with child in tow. He is starting to understand that people like to be Informed of things, so he lets Elesa and Drayden know he is around. He does not mention Anya lol.

Emmet and Ingo need to have a house in this AU, large property for both their pokemon and their hobby. It’s definitely more edge town, but still within walking distance of Gear Station because I say so. 30 minute walk? Sure. Emmet goes to uncover their project and starts going over it to determine what work is needed.

The work needed on the train is minor, he and Ingo had kept it in working condition over the years, and only in the last bit when Ingo vanished did Emmet let it sit untended. So he turns toward planning his task force. The rail needs precision though, so it can’t just be any partner.

Chandelure chimes in at this point, and she and Emmet have a heart to heart over things. Chandelure wants to be the one to help, has to be the one to help find Ingo. She hasn’t been able to control anything, let her control this. Emmet of course is grateful to her, but insists that it can’t be just her. Plus, he needs her help sensing Ingo in their travels, and how can she do that if she is concentrating on the train? She still learns telekinesis despite that, and is ready and willing to help if needed. She is the most skilled, and will be able to teach other Pokemon what’s needed.

Elesa shows up as Emmet is working on the train. Elesa meets Anya. Elesa calls Drayden to let him know. Drayden is busting down that door within the hour to meet his grandchild. (“She is not my child” “Such an adorable grandchild!”) Grandniece? W/e lol

So part of the story at this point would be Emmet trying to figure out what Pokemon he needs to find for his needs. I had some initial ideas, and some newer ideas, and I’ll be copying both here. If you’ve seen this before, that’s why :>

Some possible pokemon to consider and discard

Gothitelle - can see trainers lifespans. Very much a turn off to emmet, but also not suited for fiddly work

Abra line - not ideal, but powerful psychic. Emmet was going to settle for one, because he figured the high intelligence would help it understand what was needed and be accurate, if one wanted to help him.

Hypno line - predatory powers, not helpful for emmet’s quest. Puts targets to sleep.

*Espeon - would be a good battle partner, but not what he’s looking for. Plus he does not think he’d be able to befriend an eevee to the point it would evolve for him (ha ha haaaaa)

Wynaut line - no particular trait he’s looking for. A last choice

Spoink line - a possibility. Its powers could be used on items as well as enemies, so it might make a good choice. Spoink not being able to stop bouncing is a worry tho, meaning it needs special care to be kept healthy.

-Chinling line - no particularly good traits, plus a friendship requirement for evolution. A last choice. (wild ones follow the train eventually)

Munna line - no no nope if it created shapes based on emmet’s dreams he might cry. His dreams, not food.

*Solosis line - hardy! Able to survive in many difficult terrains! However most want to be battle partners, so he has a hard time finding any who want to help run the train. He is disappointed, thought it was going to be his solution since they are more powerful in groups. - It is more interested in physical battling. Emmet appreciates the enthusiasm, but it doesn’t really help his cause. Until it handshakes with Espurr. It’s not the same as linking up with another reuniclus, but it is able to help guide espurr to control their powers better. Useful as backup/emergency situations.

Elgyem line - Emmet does not like the messing with mind aspect of the pokemon. Might do in a pinch. A last choice.

Lunatone - Weaker during the day, and Emmet doesn’t plan on driving at night much. Might be good as a backup for that. But also not being able to pair with Ingo and Solrock make him sad.

Solrock - More helpful than Lunatone, but same applies. He wants to pair with Ingo if he were to partner with one. Also for both psychic is a secondary trait so weaker than other choices

*Espurr line - Emmet found out about it on his travels. He is charmed. He desperately wants to tease ingo about it. He wants one. It’s completely practical he promises. - First attempt, but he quickly realizes they will not be able to help. They can’t control their powers with enough delicacy. However they still really want to travel with Emmet, and so he gains a companion.

Hattena line - A possibility. Definitely a difficult personality to work with, would have to be handled with caution. (Eelektross does not like, and Emmet ends up discarding)

Mr Mime - A good choice, based on its abilities. Emmet might have gone for it

*Natu line - Emmet wants to find a Xatu. He needs its direction to help direct them which way in time to travel. It helping with the rails is secondary to that. - Emmet hears about Xatu’s ability to see past/future. He manages to convince either a Natu or Xatu to accompany him, but they are disinclined to help with the train. Still, they DO indicate he should start traveling to the past. He takes that as a good sign. (I like the idea of a Xatu flying above the train, though their dex says they stay stationary. *shrugs*)

Ralts line - More of an emotions pokemon, but the later evolutions would make fine battle partners. Not a top choice, but not last either.

-Woobat line - Elesa wants him to get one. He doesnt need a feels good pokemon! (He might get one) (Skyla totally makes him take one)

Sigilyph - More of a guardian. Not a first choice for the rails. Emmet doesn’t quite get how they think.

Indeedee - May not have heard of them. They would be good candidates, because they like to serve, but not sure they’d want to do physical labor for that.

Slowpoke line - too slow. Nope.

Exeggutor line - An interesting pokemon, but impractical for the trip

Girafarig - Would make such a fun battle partner, but not a strong psychic. Discarded.

Meditite line - Psychic power mostly to bolster its fighting style. Discarded.

Blibug line - Emmet would want an orbeetle, so it depends on if he runs across an entry for this or not. Good choice tho.

Baltoy line - Not quite a fit for what Emmet needs. Too old, might be hard to convince it to partner up. Might consider it as a last option.

Beldam line - Emmet considers it! Even if the psychic power isn’t enough, the steel affinity makes them more likely to be able to move rails well. He would need four of them tho, which puts them lower on his list.

Bronzor line - Emmet doesnt need a pokemon who makes it rain. But it is an interesting one. Lesser choice.

Delphox - Emmet doesnt have time to train one up to the final evolution right now. But he wonders if Ingo would have liked one.

Inkay line - Like Eelektross can float and survive out of water. Possibility

Emmett starting his journey to find the right kind of psychic Pokemon he needs to work the rails. His first stop is to find an Espurr. It’s a logical choice. Shush Anya, it has nothing to do with little frown and empty behind the eyes stare.

Honestly tho, he does actually try to find a good partner among them. First of course they have to find where they can be found. Then he has to see if any would join his cause. Some want to fight, some want to join TO fight, but none really care about his need for a psychic lifter.

He does run across one who isn’t interested in fighting, who shadows him as he goes around looking for a partner. Every time he asks if it wants to join him, he’s met with a blank look, so he figures that’s a no. Finally though he’s just about ready to throw in the towel, when he all but trips over it being too close to his legs. He apologizes and goes to head off, but it keeps. Following. He asks again if it wants to go with. Blaaaaank. Still follows. Finally he starts getting a clue that it just doesn’t communicate as expressively as most Pokemon. (He might be a little more in love with it). This time he is more patient, and figures out that it does want to go with and help him out.

They go through some training, trying to get the Espurr up to a base level for the job. Espurr doesn’t pass the training unfortunately, but Emmet is not about to abandon it over that. He may not have a conductor, but he does have a new partner.

Next area is to find the Reuniclus. Now this is a battle arena, and Emmet would normally be delighted by this. His Pokemon certainly are. It’s definitely hard not to have fun with such a challenge to over come. The more of them there are, the more powerful they are. None of them want to partner up tho, despite the fun battles, except one. Emmet explains he does not need a battle partner, but someone who will help with the rails. It is dismissive, going to head off. Emmet decides to come up with a compromise. He will take it on as a battle partner if it helps, but only if it can help Espurr with its control.

The Reuniculus agrees to try it out, and we have more training with the pair. They work out how to psychic handshake between species, and while it’s shaky, it’s usable. Reuniculus actually finds the exercise fun, challenging, so it’s not as put out as before, and now is enthusiastic about the trip.

Emmet takes a break from finding psycics to help to track down a Xatu. This would be an Emmet Anya chapter, as they talk over the logistics of the travel. Anya insists she can do it, even limited by human form, he should know that. (Not saying outright, but to those in the know it would be an obvious nod to Emmet’s situation.). He agrees she knows her own powers well, and he will take her word at it. But which way should they go? Does she know? She does not, just that Ingo isn’t in THIS time, and that’s not right. It’s hard to put into human words.

So they decide to try and find a Pokemon who can help their dilemma. The Xatus are definitely stand-offish, and most ignore their questions and requests for help. Perhaps it comes to them camping out, discussing the trip in question, and one of the Xatu overheards and is interested in such a journey. Seeing the past and future is all well and good, but traveling it would be an Experience. Once they get the understand that it will help them, Emmet asks which way. It indicates the past. Emmet asks if it’s sure it’s not just looking at Ingo before he disappeared, since that is what is tripping up Anya most. It assures them it’s MUCH better at this than she is. And thus a small rivalry is started.

Emmet decides to try the Abra line. He figures they are known for being able to communicate with humans when inclined, so it would be easier to convey what they need, as well as get a group of them to help. He just needs numbers at this point. Plus the Abra line is likely to be quite precise, so more helpful than his current explosive duo.

There are others he’s considering of course. The bug Pokemon is high on his list, but he figures he needs to put aside certain preferences and go for ones better for his cause. Alas.

While on the hunt for an Abra colony, he runs across a small group of Eevees in distress. (There is a pair of twins in the group, who walk around almost literally attached at the hip. They move in unison, and it brings a melancholic sort of fondness to Emmet.) They are being pursued by some bad trainers, who are trying to force the Eevees into certain evolutions for some underground battle ring. Either to participate or sell, something like that.

That will be an Event, where it’s Emmet versus bad trainers. He’s going to have to teach some lessons, probably more than once if it’s a group. I think he’ll have to run across them a couple of times. An initial “saves them but they are gone by the time he chases off their attackers” situation. And then he keeps running into people harassing this group of Eevees as he treks around looking for Abra.

Once Emmet catches on that this is an organized group and not just some bad trainers, he gets serious about eradicating them. Taking them out, and calling in local law to get them arrested and all.

Derailed from his original goal, he heads back out to again find the Abras. The Eevees find him first. They camp out with him, he and Anya tell them about their goals because they seem interested. The next morning the lot of them evolve into Espeons and present themselves like “here we are!” Basically Emmet accidentally befriends the Eevees so hard they evolve to Espeons just so they can help him out. He now has his task force.

(I would like to add this hilarious bit one of my friends provided for this scenario: extremely blurry video titled INSANE UNOVAN BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF FIVE POKEMON TRAFFICKERS AT ONCE (NOT CLICKBAIT) (HOW IS HE DOING THAT??))

Can you believe we’re not even at the road trip yet??? This is why it’s so hard for me to write, because I just keep adding MORE in.

I don’t know how much time would be spent, if any, on showing the training, but we’d rejoin when they are wrapping up preparations for the trip. Elesa is a frequent visitor, probably have some rotating people visiting scenes. Elesa insists on Emmet taking a rotom, and Skyla pops up with Swoobat. I think this will be a character development chapter, setting up personalities with each other.

The day before Emmet intends to leave, Drayden is in Emmet’s house as the final preparations are made. We’ll have a heart to heart between adoptive father figure and trying-not-to-spiral eldritch being. It will be great. (Really tho, Emmet is mostly just vibrating to get started. He knows he’s going to have a long journey ahead of him, but he’s optimistic that he’ll find Ingo at the end.)

Elesa and Skyla come over in the evening after Drayden leaves, and they can do their exchange then. Following day, Emmet gets to set off. I think we can even have the depot agents at the send-off? We’ll have to see how close they are in the previous chapters.

The train is both transport, protection, and sleeping/living quarters. It's able to hold all their Pokemon, plus the new ones, and an astonishing number of Joltiks. The reason to utilize tracks and let the train run as a normal train is that the train is heavy. It would take considerable more pokemon to carry it at speeds and lengths that they need. Track is much easier to move, though it does require precision and concentration. The Espeons get really good at it, however. Especially the twins :>

So begins Emmet's journey through time in search of Ingo. He retains his positive outlook, never letting the failures get him down. Sure, there are the occasional rumors that pop up about the phantom train that can be seen traveling the countryside, but it's never seen twice, and usually doesn't even get a footnote in history. Emmet isn't careless about driving near towns or roads, and those start to vanish the further back they go.

Almost on the first jump, Anya over does it. She wants to prove to Emmet that she is useful, that she can do this, and she pushes the jump too far back for her to handle. First thing to address is that Anya has been overconfident in her abilities. It’s not that she thinks she’s better, it’s that she’s determined to push passed healthy limits. So while she can open portals, they are taxing, and the further back she goes the more taxing it is. The first jump is a doozy, back at least 50 years, and she nearly passes out for it. Emmet is doing a heckin concern over it.

When she tries to brush it off, Emmet gets mad. She gets mad back. It’s argument time!

Anya thinks Emmet is being too condescending of her and her abilities. She said she’d help, and this is how she helps! Why is he even complaining? Doesn’t he WANT to find his brother?

Emmet is wondering why she is being so stupid about it? What good does it do them if she kills herself traveling? He does not want to be stuck in the past thank you very much. He does not understand why she’s trying so hard for someone she barely knows.

Because of how she over taxed herself, she can’t really tap into her power for a while either, so they are stuck in that time for now. Emmet is aggravated he cannot seem to communicate properly with her. He is concerned! But not because he is stuck, because she is not doing her safety checks! He already knew it would take a long time. This is Not the way to do it.

She is aggravated because she knows she could do better if she let go of her human side. She’s assuming he’d ask that of her to go faster, and is lashing out prematurely.

It takes a while for them to communicate and hash things out. By the end, she realizes he is fine with her human limited efforts, and does not think less of her for it. Emmet has a better time getting across that they are partners, and that this is not something to rush into dangerously.

They agree that they’ll just travel the country side for now, until she recovers from the strain. They don’t know how long it will take tho. So they’ll just…look for clues. They decide to leave Unova tho, because it’s too close to modern day, and they risk seeing someone they know and messing with time. Off to a neighboring region!

(Along the journey, some chimecho take a liking to riding along the current of the train. Their chimes are a soothing constant on the journey. Still wild tho)

So arrival in Alola, which does not have an organized league presence. Is the island challenge still a thing? It’s a smaller region, also lots more water in between, so they tend to park the train on the island and go walking to explore. What lesson should be learned here I wonder.

Learning to Relax (tm)

I need to research Alola and find out. It’s definitely vacation-esque tho, which probably rubs Emmet the wrong way. He was never one to take days off, and this is the very stereotype of a vacation spot. So maybe it’s getting Emmet to learn how to relax a bit.

Alola people work hard in the morning to get all the chores done, then spend the afternoon playing. Emmet first of all finds his work fun, so the separation of the two does not compute. And secondly, playing seems like a waste of time. Why not spend it battling or training? What kind of pokemon things can be done that are not battling?

This I think will be heavy on Emmet and the pokemon interacting. Okay after some research. Since they are looking for clues, they will visit a few places. They will also get sidetracked, which is where Emmet will learn some patience.

First thing upon landing. They decide to park the train, and Emmet tries to figure out where to go next. He has some sparse knowledge of Alola, but not a lot, and of course it’s out dated. Emmet DOES remember that the local TV station is about 55 years old, so it should be in service now. A central hub of information, a good place to start to see if anyone has heard of Ingo before.

When he turns around, all his pokemon are playing on the beach. He is annoyed, because he wants to leave Now. Anya is like “what’s your rush buddy weren’t you the one who told me it’s going to take time?” And Emmet is like That is different. Why are we wasting time messing around?

To the grumbles of his team, he gets everyone back in the pokeballs and on the way. Probably leaves the eevee family to guard the train, since they don’t have pokeballs? Or even if they do, w/e.

Makes it to the TV station. It’s a very relaxed, small time thing. They report on local news mostly, and no one has reports about any new visitors to the island. (Emmet is going to be infamous, poor thing. Small islands love to gossip, and he is the only newcomer in a while. Also how did he get there? Wasn’t by boat.) They promise to spread the word just in case, and where is he going to be staying so they can reach him?

Emmet did not think that far, and doesn’t really want to stay in one place, so he gets the Tourist Treatment. Told about all the hot spots, bragging about the island challenge, etc etc.

I think also Emmet might know about/ask about ultra wormholes, but they have not been discovered just yet. In a few years.

Emmet cannot sit still. He forgoes finding a place to stay, just staying in the train. But days of inaction on the beach is not his forte, and honestly his team tired of it after two days. They are battlers, and a break is nice, but they are all itching to GO. Anya isn’t ready yet tho.

So Emmet finds the Poni Gauntlett. He needs some battles please and thank you. There are some verrrry good trainers here, and Emmet has a fine old time. Honestly, he’d probably spend weeks there happily and not notice. I think Anya gets tired of it real quick, and goes off on her own. Makes her way to Melemele island and finds that orangu place to complain her woes away. It takes emmet a While to realize she is gone. Then he has to go FIND her.

Once he finds her, they once again argue until they are blue in the face. She wants to relax, DO something fun. He thinks battling IS fun. They work our a compromise.

She DID find out about a cemetary on Akala island, that supposedly has memories of people linger. They decide to check it out for Clues. On the way tho Emmet finds his Joltik are Missing. They fucked off to pikachu valley for a snak. The adventures of themb. They get back on track, don’t find anything at the cemetary, and eventually head back to the main island. Anya is feeling up for another jump, so with a quick check in on the tv station (if needed), they’re off again.

One thing that should permeate these chapters is how close the people are to their pokemon. It’s very ingrained in their society, even moreso than modern Unova. It’s a refreshing combo to our two legendaries let me tell you.

The next jump is going to be like 20 years. Emmet will not let her do more than that, for fear of her tiring out again. She argues that it’s too easy for 20 years. Eventually they’ll settle on like 30, and more as she grows stronger.

And that is the end of my notes for Emmet’s journey. Obviously I need More things for them to do over the years, and regions to visit. It’s a lot of research (so if anyone ever has suggestions I am ALL EARS). Until then, just know Things Happen. Eventually, he can sense they are getting closer. He’s not going to explain it (they know after all), but he just knows. Knows they are close. Knows when the next jump is going to be the last. He’s excited, nervous, overjoyed, and so impatient to get there. Anya opens the portal, and they go through it one last time.

Meanwhile, on the other side of history.

Ingo has been in Hisui for a while, and has adapted to living there well enough. He’s been appointed the honor of being Sneasler’s warden, and he’s trying very hard to fit in with the clans. It’s hard though. Something about it doesn’t feel right. Something is missing. Some part of him is so unknown, he just doesn’t feel like himself. But he has no idea what’s missing. Is it just the loss of memories? It feels like more than that. More than missing someone, he is missing a part of himself.

I’m going to have to change the order of events in canon for this to work out, so that Ingo and Rei can meet earlier. Some of the fic will be dedicated to that, and to setting up how Ingo has been fairing in Hisui. I have no notes on this apparently, and I have been fighting a migraine to get this posted tonight, so it’s going to be a bit sketchy. Just means I’ll need to update it later when I flesh it out more! :>

Another thing is that Ingo and Melli are going to spend more time together, because Lord Electrode loves Ingo (electric type solidarity), and Ingo likes to hang out with the Lord. And woe be it that Melli let this Pearl clan upstart mess with his Lord! I am of the opinion that while Melli can be grating, it comes from good intentions. He IS a good and attentive warden. When Adaman goes behind his back to have an outsider interfere with his ward, of course he’s going to be abrasive and condescending. He wasn’t even consulted about a decision being made for Lord Electrode. He had to barge his way in. (Yes, he was excluded because he was going to be a blocker, but still. Kinda douche move!)

Ingo, despite his lack of memories, has that New Yorker Unovian patience. He doesn’t mind a trainer who is confident in their own abilities, even if they can’t quite back it up. It’s the basis for becoming better, he feels. If you aren’t confident in your ability to win, how can you expect to put your all into a battle? If you do lose, train more and come back later. Melli technically does this.

(Ingo’s memory issues are actually exacerbated by the inherent but forgotten knowledge that he is also Zekrom, so none of his broken memories feel fully "right" without that explicit knowledge. One of the side-effects of the side-effects of him being an ex-pokemon who still retains typing, is that Lord Electrode really likes him. So Ingo actually hangs around that area more, finding comfort though he's not sure why.)

So due to immersion therapy, Ingo and Melli do tend to get along okay in this story. In fact, it’s not uncommon for them to be hanging out around Lord Electrode. Okay it’s more of Melli doing his token complaint about Ingo being there, but they do end up discussion the state of the mountains, people they’ve seen passing through, etc. It helps that Ingo wasn’t originally a part of the Pearl clan, and so doesn’t have the historic clan tension. Melli can’t keep up the animosity on his own, especially when Ingo doesn’t understand half the references. And then suddenly Ingo is pushing Lord Electrode out of the way (A distant part of Melli winders how was he strong enough to move the large Pokemon), and Ingo is struck by the frenzied lightning instead.

The thing about the frenzy, is that it latches onto the Pokemon and won’t let go. It drives them into a rage, and their base instinct is to attack. Ingo, however, has a human mind. Human rationality. And something is trying to swallow him whole. The Zekrom side of him is trying to rise to the front and force him to change back. Instinctively, Ingo knows this will destroy who he is, his sense of self, the history he can’t remember. There will be no chance of returning to who he was if he gives in. So he fights it. He doesn’t understand what he is fighting, but he fights it with every bit of himself.

At the same time, the desire to lash out at people, at Melli and Electrode and all the little Voltorbs around him, is almost irresistible. He wants to throw out his pokemon, command them to attack. He knows if he allows himself to do that, they will be infected by this power as well. He can’t do that to them. It hurts so much, he’s so angry, and he can’t hurt anyone. He won’t.

Melli get an up close encounter with a truly angry and terrifying Ingo. If Ingo’s self control was any less, Melli would not have walked away without injury. As it is, Ingo can’t suppress entirely the desire to lash out. It’s not electricity crackling around him, and the arcs of power sting when they hit Melli and Electrode. But with the assistance of Electrode and his pokemon, Melli is able to fend off the uncontrolled attacks, until Ingo gathers enough of himself to flee the area. Melli hesitates too long to try and stop him.

Now the people of Hisui have to deal with the knowledge that the frenzy can affect humans as well. They have no reason not to think that, after all. Rei is tasked with tracking down Ingo, and Melli insists on accompanying him. (He may not admit to Ingo being his friend, but he will explain that Ingo saved his Lord, so it’s his duty to help try and save the foolish old man.)

The thing is, they can't just lob Ingo's favorite food at him to calm him down. For one, they don't know what it is. For two, his brain is more human, so food alone isn't the same kind of comfort. Rei tries to challenge Ingo to a Pokemon battle, hoping that he can wear him down that way, but Ingo refuses to engage with his Pokemon. Every time he starts to lose control, to lash out against Rei and Melli, Ingo flees the area. Fueled by the frenzy, he is able to outmaneuver them to escape.

What Ingo knows in his frenzy is that he wants....someone. He doesn't know who, but he's raging at the world for this person, raging at god too because why not. But he retains enough of his mind to know not to lash out at the people around them. He'll yell at them and drive them off, because he does not know how to calm his rage and fears what he might do. He won't fight them. He WONT. Ingo's disorientation and undirected rage drive him on, but he doesn't know where to go. Ingo is basically terrorizing the highlands with no particular goal except to avoid people and not come apart at the seams, and no one can figure out how to help him.

Something in his subconscious drives him to Spear Pillar. The Zekrom part of him knows it’s the closest place to Palkia and Dialga, to Arceus, as the resident legendaries. Surely they sensed him being here. Surely they could have helped. Surely they know where the one he wants is. Why won't they answer him? (Because he is not a legendary anymore, but a human. Because there are rules. Because they are quite frankly busy with their own frenzied issues.)

Rei and Melli catch up to him there. Rei is again trying to face off against Ingo, but Into continues to refuse to fight. He doesn't want the frenzy to affect his Pokemon (despite the fact they are perfectly willing for that to happen if they can help him). He doesn't want to give himself up (he doesn't even know what this means with his missing memories, but he's resisting reverting to being a Pokemon. He subconsciously knows he could never return if that happened, not the same way).

So these two stories come together at this point. Emmet has realized his search is coming to an end next stop, and Ingo's basically at the end of his rope to fight against the force tearing him apart.

The scene is you have frenzied Ingo, atop spear pillar, being confronted by Rei and others trying to stop/help him. And behind him something appears in a rush of noise, obscured by the billowing steam coming off it. Emmet steps out of it, steam leaking from his mouth as well as he responds to Ingo's current state (Ingo sparking in response as he will always respond to his twin), knowing that they need to battle it out here as humans to save Ingo's sense of self. He's excited and ecstatic, and confident he can drag Ingo kicking and screaming back to himself.

Through the power of "because I the author said so", Emmet understands enough of the situation, can feel the power and frenzy, can sense his twin's distress, maybe even overhears people as he approaches on what's happening/how to fix it. Either way, he challenges Ingo to a battle.

Ingo wants to refuse. He's still irrationally angry, still wants to (bite, scratch) battle, but also HE is here. He's here, but Ingo still can't remember through the anger and fear and pain. Emmet being practical and insistent. Ingo tells him he doesn't want his partners to be frenzied. (Possibly Chandelure goes to his side (and indeed the frenzy bleeds into her almost immediately, but she stays by his side, ready to fight)). (Sneasler is going to be sticking with Rei, being more helpful there without getting frenzied herself).

(When Ingo first sees Emmet, he can't recall the right name. He starts trying to say "Re--" but stops himself, because he knows that's wrong. Emmet definitely picks up on that, and I think it would be nice to have him recite some of his scripts, both as affirmation of Ingo and Emmet, and to jog Ingo's memories. The whole "I am Emmet.  I am a subway boss together with Ingo" that kind of thing.)

In the face of his loved one's determination, he throws out two of his pokeballs (because he knows, he knows Emmet loves double battles more than anything). Emmet lights up, because of course Ingo would do that, even in the most dire of circumstance. He calls out their pokemon, and they have a wild, fantastic battle.

Emmet likes winning more than anything. With each pokemon defeated, more of the golden glow bleeds off. Ingo's pokemon drained the infection from him, and were able to release it with the battles. Ingo could not have done that without giving up his humanity. So in the end, Emmet does win, but so does Ingo lol. (Emmet's delighted laugh "how many new friends/partners did you meet?!" because Ingo keeps sending out more and more. However Emmet has also made new partners along the way.)

Bonus because it makes me laugh and likely wouldn't end up in the story:

During the battle, Rei is calling out that calming the frenzies with the favorite food worked before.  Emmet laughs a bit, reckless and amused.  Gets in close enough to stuff a meal bar or something in Ingo's mouth.  "You're not yourself when you're hungry, brother!"  Teasing.  Ingo getting Irritated and snapping his mouth shut, breaking the bar in half as he roars out Emmet's name because what else are little brothers good at but being an annoyance!  "Didn't work!" Emmet says, not particularly worried about it as Ingo redoubles his effort in defeating Emmet.

(Once we realize it's a twin dragon AU, probably during the Emmet vs Ingo stuff, we can do a flashback to how they decided to become human.  Bbie dragons spying on trainers and their pokemon doing battle.  Emmet's tail wagging in excitement, the weight of his brother on top of him as they spy, Ingo's hand slipping off his head into his face so ofc Emmet snaps back in playful irritation, etc.  They try battling a trainer, but the trainer is more interested in catching them than fighting, and the fear of being caught and separated makes them scramble to escape.  The longing to participate in the epic battles, sure that's what they want to do.  They don't even have to fight directly, just the close bonds, good friends, fun fights.  And ofc finally the transformation into children.  Probably do a Drayden adopts strange homeless children scene)

Some post battle wrapup and scenes. They end up all piling into the train to head back down to one of the settlements. Ingo is still kind reeling from the pain/relief and all that. I think at the very least Rei and Melli are going to be around. Emmet didn't pay them too much mind, more focused on helping his bro, but when Emmet goes to lead Ingo to the train to rest, the other two doth protest, thinking Emmet is taking Ingo away. So Emmet invites them to come with, he mostly wants to get the train to more stable ground and out of the cold.

Preface this with I don't ship the twins with anyone, but I like platonic affection a lot. Emmet sits Ingo on a seat and goes to conduct the train, and Melli sitting awkwardly next to Ingo, no idea what to do. (Possibly some discussion here between them, the “are you human” kind of thing. Still a hopeful/positive AU, so nothing cutting.) Ingo leaning against him in exhaustion, and now Melli REALLY doesn't know what to do.

At some point Ingo gets up to go to the front with Emmet. Just hugs him from behind, careful not to get in the way of what Emmet's doing to direct the train, pressing his forehead against Emmet's back. Not sure if Ingo's gotten or getting his memories back at this point, or if it's a gradual thing, or whatnot. And idk the thought of Melli and his Skuntank getting along great with their Garbador also struck me as charming.

Once tensions ease, Rei probably goes off to save the land and all that, all that’s left is the wrapup and the travel back. Obviously I’m missing a lot of interactions between characters in these notes, as Anya was a later decision to the battle at spear pillar, etc etc. There’s a lot of room here for details and additions. But I think this is the pretty solid foundation of the fic that I will one day hopefully write.

*collapses into a dark room to nurse my poor head*

p.s. Bonus, this song is kind of the inspiration to Emmet's decision to get up and DO something. I'm not one to go "ALL THE LYRICS MUST FIT" when it comes to music, so it's mostly the vibes of the song and the rather "train traveling" kind of beat to it that does it for me.

[milolunde]

We all know Timmy is Wanda’s mama’s boy but we need to keep in mind he’s still Cosmo’s kid too and that Cosmo would love him just as vehemently as Wanda

[peaches2217]

WOOOOOOOOOO

I GOT A HATEFUL MESSAGE ON ANON AND I IMMEDIATELY DELETED IT WITHOUT GIVING THEM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT

I am FLOURISHING!

[dfmbf2]

The extended fasting regime he put me on is really changing everything for me. It’s a head trip to go days without food and adjust to the cycle, see all the body fat drop as I consume my own flesh to stay alive, see myself reducing for him and the pleasure it gives him. None of my clothes fit so I go naked more and more and so I feel constantly sexualized, which is just reinforced by his frequent use of my holes, especially my hungry mouth for what he calls my “feedings.” Once at 155, his goal weight for me, I’m going to be shaved. All my body hair removed and that will be a point of no return, I think. I didn’t realize the implication of agreeing to his “fitness goals” for me and didn’t expect the training relationship—and him—to take over my life like it has.

[gaylittleguys]

ok I know people have written/talked about Ginger Snaps (2000) as a trans allegory from Ginger’s perspective but when I first watched it I read it as a trans-allegory horror from Brigitte’s perspective. More along the vein of being a transmasc teenager and seeing female puberty and the transformations that come from that as horrifying, and fearing that happening to you too.

[alwaysbethewest]

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[random0lover]

I hate men and their need to act like any emotional reactions you have while you’re on your period is just you being “hormonal” and “not yourself”

(Rant in tags)

[sabotsen]

Dismantling Lighthouses

Brief monster oc introductions.

Warnings: Subtle yandere vibes; Reader/Darling is GN as always.

Synopsis: You are pulled from the sea one stormy night, bereft of your memories and find yourself in a small coastal village home to not a single human.

Your first memory is of darkness.  Heavy — the kind that sunk like tar down to your bones with a chill that thrummed in your veins. Pulled from the brink... That's what they say when the sunlight blinds your eyes. When the blanket settles too heavy upon your limbs despite the thinness of the sheet.  Lucky, they all agree even when the air burns too thick in your lungs and your voice breaks upon your chapped lips.  Are you? Truly?

Aodhán: Fire Elemental. 

Aodhán is the sole power source to the lighthouse and much of the gas lamps / lighting within the village itself. For various reasons, they are unable to leave the village, and even traveling down the cliff to linger by the shore is extremely taxing on them. It’s an unspoken rule that Aodhán is forbidden to leave the lighthouse, even during the day — but this rule is enforced only by Ísveig, and several of the other villagers turn a blind eye when Aodhán wanders down to the sea for brief respites.

It is Aodhán who spotted you that one stormy night. They have a habit of searching the sea and pestering Tovv to investigate anything odd they happen to catch sight of, especially any odd heat signatures spotted. They certainly did not expect that they caught a glimpse of in the dark waters was a human, of all things, but your company has been a fascinating gift in and of itself. 

Aodhán’s body is exclusively fire and flame but they can condense and cool the surface flames to form a makeshift body more tangible. The “skin” is just shy of rough, with bright cracks that glow red along the surface like starry trails in the sky. Occasionally wisps of smoke curl from the cracks in their skin but most of it condenses on their head and tumbles across their shoulders in a facsimile of hair that twists and curls in a constantly changing shape. Aodhán has to concentrate to be sure they maintain the temperature they want so they don't burn whoever they touch or is touching them. Overall, though, the shape they take on is malleable and they can form their molten body into the facsimile of  any creature they desire.

Since maintaining form for extended periods takes a lot of energy, Aodhán predominantly only forms a body from the torso up when he is lounging in the large cauldron that houses his flame in the lighthouse. 

Aodhán is friendly at heart, bright and always full of energy. They immediately feel a sense of kinship with you over the shared loss of memory. Despite their long time in service to the village, Aodhán has no memories of their time before they awoke in the lighthouse. They are always happy, and perhaps too eager, to pull you close and watch you try something new — be it a food, or a story, or new sights found around the village. There’s a certain sense of joy they get watch you laugh and smile. 

Perhaps it’s because they are the single power source for the village but Aodhán is almost always hungry. Their diet is primarily the coal and ore Raksa sends up with you, but they are particularly fond of the occasional geodes that can be found in the mines or traded for with the occasional visiting sea merchants. Their flames and heat get noticeably weaker and dimmer the longer they go without fuel. 

Due to his forced (almost total) seclusion, Aodhán has not seen any humans, so they are fascinated by your (weak) body heat and the softness of your skin. Long are the hours they spent in the middle of the night, while operating the lighthouse, trying to perfect control of their own body heat. After all, they can’t risk burning you — no, no, no, you’re too delicate, too fragile like the daisy growing on the cliff. They have to reign in their heat and cool the surface of their molten body just enough that when they press against your soft flesh it leaves only bruises and not scorched skin. They master it well enough — but not fast enough to their taste, those days they could not touch you were long and torturous. Thereafter, whenever you venture to the lighthouse, Aodhán is quick to pull you into a hug, quicker still to press against you and curve their form against yours as they bask in the unique heat that is yours and yours alone. 

Aside from Raksa, who provides their fuel, and Tovv, who they have pestered long enough to befriend, Aodhán is not particularly close to anyone else in the village. Perhaps that’s why when you miss a day or two without stopping by, they are that much more clingier when they do finally see you. Their touch on those days edges right on the edge of tolerable, their heat just a little too warm as they clutch at your clothes and arms. 

Warnings: Obsession runs extremely deep, as does their curiosity and fascination. The malleable feature of their body is something Aodhán is all too happy to use if it means pulling a reaction from you. Unlike Raksa, Aodhán does not like to see you cry but tears from overstimulation are quickly and easily written off as pleasure, which they then take as encouragement to continue. Their greatest thrill is service and worship, to a frightening degree. 

Easily Jealous of: Tovv, Raksa — whatever you need, whatever parts of them intrigue you, Aodhán can be. You need only stay here in the flames, starlight.

Bad End Jealousy:  Ísveig. 

Raksa: naga (gaboon viper markings; trademark long fangs) 

Runs the village’s smithy and prepares the coal and ore for Aodhán to use for lighthouse operations. 

With a sharp grin and a tilt of his head, it is Raksa who takes you under his wing and shelters you from Ísveig’s ire by providing you a means to contribute to the village. All you need do is help around the smithy and deliver a few things to the lighthouse daily. Easy, he had said with a grin too wide to be genuine kindness. 

 Steady with a passing appearance of easy-going, like the deceptive lazy pace of a river winding through a valley, Raksa never gives the impression of someone in a hurry. Focused, perhaps, but never rushed. Even when he works, bathed in the bright flames of the forge, his strikes are precise, controlled – not a single swing of his hammer in vain or miscalculated. 

When he is not working, he is oft found coiled around or near the forge, basking in the heat from the flames. His long serpentine tail winds around the base of the forge and he himself rests on a pile of coils beside it. It is only when he sleeps like this, braided hair half loose from his slumber and tossed over his shoulder, that the golden scales tracing his spine are most easily seen.  The first time you saw them, shining like shimmering stars against his skin, you nearly traced them without thought. But the cold touch of scales against your ankle just as your fingers neared stopped you in your tracks. The tip of his tail lazily flicking against the inside of your ankle like a kiss as his voice slithered over his shoulder, clear as a bell in winter’s chill air, “Careful, little mouse.” 

Raksa isn’t one for chatter usually and unlike Viellhym, he has no interest in gossip. But what he will do is listen, to a frightening degree, perhaps. Of course, his hearing isn’t the best compared to the other villagers so it’s only natural for him to drape himself over you like a willow when you speak. After all, you speak so quietly, little mouse, how else is he supposed to hear you? You don’t mind when he rests his head on your shoulder or leans against your side when speaking, right? If you let him maintain some physical contact while conversing, Raksa is happy to listen all day long, especially if he can slowly pull you into his coils by the end of it. 

Raksa absolutely loathes the cold and will cling to anything with heat that passes by. This habit of his isn’t as noticeable when he is in the main workroom of smithy, half coiled around the forge. But if you catch him elsewhere — either in town or even in his own bedroom, your body heat becomes addictive to him. You made the mistake, once, of entering his room one morning to wake him up. Between the twisting nest of blankets and his ever shifting coils tripping you up as his hands grasped at the soft plush of your hips, you did not escape his sleepy hold — let alone his room — until evening. 

He doesn’t speak of it often, but it seems he gets occasional bouts of homesickness, particularly when he spends time with Aodhán for long periods. The naga has a soft spot for the fire elemental, though, and as such tends to keep a tight lip about Aodhán’s adventures down to the shoreline. 

Warnings: Raksa loves to see you cry and loves it even more when you do so against his coils. Be careful where you tread and the distance you keep, as Raksa’s reach is further than you think and he will not hesitate to strike when you least expect it to pull you into his binding embrace. Squirm, thrash, scream if you like, it will not change your fate, little mouse. You’re right where you belong and he has waited just for this moment when you foolishly believe you are safe in his company. 

Easily Jealous of: Aodhán, Tovv — You’re having too much fun with those children, little mouse. The stars in your eyes are beautiful but come back, little mouse, come back. 

Bad End Jealousy:  Ísveig. 

Tovv: Sahagin.

Scales are a deep indigo that bleed into an ink black on his limbs; spine and fins are a bold crimson. Eye is a cloudy, soft pink on land but deepens to the bold red of his fins in the water. 

Tovv serves as the village’s protector and primary ship guide for the wharf, as passage inland can be tricky with the rocky outcroppings. He does not venture far from the waters and tends to stay away from the village proper unless absolutely necessary. He primarily lingers near the caves at the base of the cliff that the lighthouse overlooks. 

Tovv has long since been a (begrudging) friend of Aodhán, despite their opposing elemental natures. He once gave Aodhán a pearl sahagin utilize for long distance communications and has absolutely regretted it ever since. Aodhán oft syncs up to the pearl Tovv wears around his neck and asks (read: pesters) Tovv to venture out to sea to fetch odd items they spotted heat signatures of. This, of course, is how the two of them found you. 

It is Tovv that swims out to sea and coaxes your cold fingers to release the driftwood you’d clung to so desperately. It is Tovv who carefully carries you ashore, your face tucked against his neck — your breath so warm, warm, warm against his scales. It is Tovv who bundles you in his arms and carries you to the inn, despite his loathing of the land. And it is Tovv’s claws that mar your arms when you wake, bloodied by his touch. 

After you wake, it takes several days and attempts to catch the creature that pulled you from those cold salt waters. He saw you, of course, every time you ventured down to the wharf and every time you abandoned the wood planks and wandered the sandy shore. Tovv kept his distance at first, a shadow in the waters just out of your sight. You were strange and smelled different. He’d seen humans before, of course, glimpses really — most of them had huddled on the ships he inspected: they were but wares to be sold elsewhere. Not here, though. Ísveig would not suffer a human.  Getting caught up in the meddlesome headache for when you finally are either killed or tossed aboard a ship to be sold was not his type of enjoyment. So he kept his distance. 

But you were foolish enough to befriend Aodhán, which meant Tovv had to, eventually, suffer your company as well. You came with the fire elemental one night, trailing behind them as if you were afraid to get lost in the dark. You came right up to him and, unafraid of his claws and sharp teeth still bloodied from his meal, you held his hand in your smaller ones and thanked him for pulling you from the sea. The warmth of your touch lingered that night long after you left and Tovv found it increasingly hard to ignore you thereafter whenever you ventured close to the waters. 

You find that he is quite blunt by nature and there are several things about both creatures (including humans) who live on land and their way of life itself that is a mystery to him. His curiosity is innocent enough, but it is framed by the sharp edges of his claws and teeth. More than once, he has drawn your blood — an accident — and each time he has offered to clean it for you. There’s a numbing agent in his saliva, he explained once; it makes it easier to eat from his preferred fish while they still yet lived. You had asked once, what he typically ate, and he merely held your injured and bloodied arm in his large grasp, thin lips pulled back in what was supposed to be a smile. But it was too sharp, too threatening, and you could not deny the chill that lances through your spine. 

When his focus is not narrowed to a fine point on something of interest, Tovv is rather calm for the most part. He is oddly stuck in his ways and habits, however, and is loath to try something new. He’s more likely to break something while bending it to his needs and habits than to change himself. 

Warnings: blood. Tovv is fascinated by your softness and both the scent and taste of your blood rile the more primal side of him. There’s an almost predatory obsession with keeping you within range of his jaws the moment he gets even a hint of your blood in the air or waters.  

Easily Jealous of: Aodhán — the fire elemental may have spotted you but it was him that pulled you from the sea. From its waters you came and with the sea — and him — you will always belong. 

Bad End Jealousy: Erlind & Margott. 

Viellhym: drider. 

Viellhym is the village’s innkeeper and the very one who allows you to stay under her roof. She is also the one who wove a special web to act as bandages while you were recovering from being adrift at sea; your sprained ankle and the various bruises and cuts covering your body healed much quicker under her tender care. You’re so fragile as a human, though, so Viellhym worries about you — which takes the form of her hands lightly flitting across your clothes and bare skin. Just checking, of course. Do you hurt anywhere, darling? 

Since the village does not often have many visitors aside from the occasional seafarer crew staying a few days while offloading at the wharf, the first floor of the inn doubles as the village’s bar. As such it is one of the best places in the village to hear local gossip. Viellhym prides herself on being in the know of the goings on, both local and across the sea. What you offer to trade for her knowledge is a different matter altogether. Information does not come cheap, especially from her. 

Viellhym comes across as soft spoken, despite her large appearance. Her touch, too, is light and barely noticeable, awareness of her touch prickling your skin in the wake of an alien coldness she leaves behind — her hands brushing your hair back or fixing your clothes. Oh darling, it’s nothing, just a stray thread on your clothing. You can’t keep wearing these rags forever, though — won’t you let her weave you some new fabrics? Oh no, no, no trouble at all. You need only hold still for a while — it’s important to get the right measurements, after all. 

She is always mindful of both herself and her surroundings; it’s nearly impossible to hear her approach unless she intentionally makes noise.  It’s uncanny almost how many times you’ve glanced up when helping clean the inn’s tables to see her suddenly there at the bar, crimson gaze locked on you with that small smile of hers visible between her mandibles. She’s startled you in the hallways more than once, as well, and her gentle coos when she picks you up effortlessly into her arms does little to chase away your nerves. Poor thing, you just startle so easily. How ever did you last this long on your own? 

Viellhym likes to prod, regardless of whether it’s for information or entertainment. It’s subtle, too, entirely unnoticeable when she does it unless an observant third party is paying close attention. Perhaps then they might notice the sharpness behind her gentle smile or the precision of her seemingly innocent comments. Slow and gentle, like a spider winding the web around prey. 

Warnings: Master manipulator. She thrives on power, which usually comes in the form of information when it pertains to others. Oh, but for you, power doesn’t mean anything unless you’re completely reliant upon her.  It has been a long, long time since she last saw a human — she’d forgotten just how soft and delicate they are, and you are just too adorable to leave alone. You would look just adorable wrapped in silk and threads she’s woven — into clothes, blankets, or even just the simple, pure sight of her web pressing against your soft flesh. So come, dear, have a meal, take a rest. Stay a while. You’re home now, after all. 

Easily Jealous of: none. 

Bad End Jealousy:  Tovv — as the guardian of the wharf, he is the only way you’d ever be able to escape the village. She can’t risk you getting too close to him or him to you least you realize the temptation of the land beyond the sea. 

Ísveig: Ice dragon.

Ísveig is the current village “elder” or chief, as some call them. They have stood guardian over the village for longer than anyone can recall. The villagers know them for their stern protection of the land and its people, as well as the fierce distrust they harbor of outsiders. 

While Ísveig can change forms between masculine or feminine when shifting to something more humanoid in appearance, they prefer a feminine form. There is little difference between the two, however. Their tall stature, firm muscles covered with silver scales, twin horns curling from their temple, long white hair, and those thin rimmed glasses remain unchanged regardless of gender. 

Most of the villagers are accustomed to it by now, and Viellhym tried to ease your worries, saying Ísveig simply has a rather harsh expression by default. Perhaps that is true for the most part, but the dragon’s distrust of you to begin with did not help matters at all. Your sudden appearance during a stormy night, with nary a memory or clue to your name or origins spells trouble that the dragon would highly prefer stay far away from the village. When you start busying yourself to help the village folk, though, Ísveig is hard pressed to chase you off. 

It takes a while and more than a little help from Viellhym, but you manage to catch glimpses of something softer beneath the ice exterior of the village chief. It’s the small twitch of their lips, a flicker of smile you miss if you blink. It’s the long stare they watch you with, too sharp to be friendly but too heated to be distant. It’s the ‘orders’ you receive to come to their abode in the village, tasting teas and other samples Ísveig is adamant about testing first before fully allowing into the village. It’s the brush of touch swiping along the curve of your hips only to vanish as you turn around.  

Warnings: Ísveig is not one to share, nor are they one to take risks. If you needle your way too deep beneath their scales, you will find yourself trapped in the mountains, where the dragon makes their home during the long winter months. The truth of your origins and the hope to recover your memories will become irrelevant in the cradle of the mountain, trapped beneath silver claws. 

Easily Jealous of: None. 

Bad End Jealousy: Aodhán.

Erlind [Harpy] & Margott [Werewolf] 

Erlind and Margott are long standing partners that have kept each other afloat and alive throughout many years long before they ended up in the village. The bond they share is special and extremely deep. 

They also balance each other extremely well. Where Margott is upbeat and easily excitable, Erlind is typically steady and grounding. Where Margott loves to tease with a quip and sharp grin to get a rile of someone, Erlind is quicker to soothe ruffled feathers.  Margott will take a chance on a whim and luck, whereas Erlind will hesitate and try to find a vantage point. There are times, of course, where Erlind gets swept up in something or another and falls in over his head; Margott always has the widest grin and it’s with a hearty laugh that she pulls her lover out of trouble.  

Erlind acts as a courier for the village, though his work sometimes takes him to areas beyond the mountain range and forest. Margott patrols the village forest and acts as an overall guard when dealing with outsiders (primarily at the wharf). They are two peas in a pod and rarely do you see them separated for extended periods. While there is a companionship they share with much of the other villagers, there is a distinct distance they place between them and the others. 

Margott was originally tasked to keep an eye on you during your first few days upon waking and wandering the village. She does a fine job at it, as the first time you ran into her, dwarfed by her shadow as she leaned close — those fangs of hers so close to your neck — frightened more than a few years off your life. Erlind is kinder in his approach, perching on his lover’s broad shoulders and offering to give you a tour of the village. The two of them are quick to warm up to you, though. You’re not the first human they’ve met, but you’re certainly the kindest. It soothes the colder, darker memories of your kind that they keep tucked away. When you’re not hidden away in Raksa’s smithy or hiding in the lighthouse with Aodhán, Margott is quick to sweep you up with a laugh and run off with you in her arms, Erlind trailing close behind in the wind. 

Despite his calmer appearance, Erlind is easily teased by those he cares for. Margott is quick to give pointers on how best to ruffle his feathers and bring out the prettiest blush across his face, which highlights the freckles dusting across his cheeks. Margott is hard to ruffle, of course. Despite her constant energy, she slows down when she finds something entertaining to trap between her jaws — and oh, how fascinating you are beneath her, little bunny. 

It’s innocent enough at first. Margott’s claws firm as they sink into the soft flesh of your hips when she lifts you up, shifting you in her arms to carry because you simply cannot run as fast as she can. Of course she’s going to carry you, she can’t leave you behind, can she? Or when Erlind rests his chin on your shoulder as he presses his chest to your back. A hug, he says, since he can’t exactly give you one with his wings — not an adequate, warm one anyway. If his lips trace the curve of your neck as he pulls away, it’s just simple skinship between friends, little bunny. But as your stay in the village stretches on, their touches linger. It isn’t long before they sink fully into tender flesh, claws and fang alike, trapped between the two.  

Easily Jealous of: Tovv — Why are you so interested in the sea and the ships? You’re not planning on leaving, right? 

Bad End Jealousy: Extended interest in the wharf or Tovv. 

[museenkuss]

On the train a man asked me about the book I’m reading because it’s by his favourite author. I unfortunately hadn’t read that far yet (roughly 30 pages), PLUS I’d decided to make the main character a he/him lesbian in my head because the concept of this fictional man slightly annoyed me. Needless to say I didn’t tell him the last part, but apart from that it was a really nice moment of interactions between strangers. Nice to see we share space and time with other people.

[inkykeiji]

>.<

[rowanisawriter]

it’s time.. For my modern AU gale/durge…….. this has been cooking long enough lol

[egregiousderp]

A week’s vacation starts tomorrow. Minus Halloween, of course, because I love working Halloween at the store enough I requested to work it. I’m up to two kids who already are clearly living in their costumes: one in a Sonic Onesie with matching yellow crocs decked in sonic-themed jibbitz, and one Batman with the built-in foam muscles on a maybe…seven year old and five year old respectively? Best part of Halloween for me, honestly, seeing the kids who are going to *be* Spider-Man or whatever until Thanksgiving when their parents finally go TAKE THAT OFF WE HAVE COMPANY COMING.

Got cleared for the Jedi costume as long as I’m bladeless and the saber stays on the belt, so that’s…honestly, easy, but also feels a little weird because it’s like “oh cool what do I do with the time, now?” Like, I debated making a togruta headdress for it but decided not to just in case it’s “scary” for the real little ones.

Car’s still needing to go to the shop because it won’t start and the hood latch is broken, and my sick time from the Week of Mystery Dysentery has come up mysteriously short a hundred bucks from my already not so great paycheck, and car insurance had to be paid.

So it looks like I’m spending a week inside cooking two big meals to make use of the pantry stuff that just got cleared, with MAYBE a third if mom feels like eating chopped liver with me if I make it, and seeing how many paper cranes I can make to contribute to the thousand.

…It’s so weird working so hard to get full time for so many years, and now the benefits are slightly annoying and way less helpful than the guaranteed hours—especially since the home situation is so toxic and I’m trapped, unable to go anywhere.

[millionsknives]

*starts listening to the thg playlist*

augh -1 health

oof -1 health

ugh! -1 health

mmf -1 health

ugh! -1 health

augh -1 health

etc

GOOD that’s the effect i wanted >:)

[damndude69]

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[barley-st-band]

hey does anyone know how we’re supposed to survive it all. asking for a friend