#THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG HOLY GOD
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clare-with-no-i Ā· 3 months ago
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theogony part 1 behind the scenes
**SPOILERS ahead for theogony and mild spoilers for Outlander!**
this is just going to be a long infodump of all of the things I pondered while writing theog (specifically part 1, part 2 will come later) but never talked about! I'll try to go chapter by chapter, and maybe I'll end up adding more later on, but for now I just think it'd be fun to chitchat and reminisce on some of my favorite tidbits. this story is really my baby idk :")
Prologue - AlalĆ”
one thing that I wanted to establish in the prologue, other than the obvious James-Sirius dynamic, is the presence of otherworldly or spiritual premonitions in this universe. it was always important to me that the first person who actually made any sort of prophetic declaration was James.
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so much of the story relies on Lily's status as an oracle, but this little tidbit here helped build the world for me so much; we can't be sure if James's various dreams and premonitions are wishful thinking, or really the Gods speaking to him, or something else entirely. of course, this story deals with time travel, so there's an inherent supernatural element. but Lily and James's conflicting ā€“ and sometimes competing ā€“ conceptions of God felt like such a necessary tension for me to explore. it was such an incredible shorthand for the tension between modern and ancient sensibilities. and we never get a definitive answer to those looming questions, which I knew I wanted to do from the outset. did the Gods bring Lily back to the past? did James? did she do it herself? does God/the Gods even exist?
also: there are probably moments where I failed to do this, but I tried to capitalize Gods in all of the James chapters but not in Lily's, unless she was referring to the Abrahamic Capital G God. that is, until the last chapter, which I'll elaborate upon later :)
also: i wrote the prologue first, then the epilogue, and then i posted the prologue pretty immediately after. I had the entire story roughly outlined but I absolutely jumped the gun when it came to posting the prologue LMAO I didn't even really announce the story, I just joked about writing it and then posted the prologue, which you can see from the beginning note. i remember Suze was about to go to sleep and she started messaging me like wtf Clare what do you MEAN?
and the rest was history (pun completely intended)!
Chapter One: Ouroboros
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the narrative brushes past the other statues in this section pretty quickly, but I always imagined that the first bust is Philoctetes, James's father. I think the consensus on this one tends to oscillate between Philoctetes and Aristides, which is another great interpretation.
The reason I wrote it this way and imagined it to be Philoctetes is because I thought it would have been nice to let Lily 'meet' James's father (in a sense), even before she 'meets' him. when I read this chapter back after I first finished the story, I had a very soft moment where I close-read my own fic (lol) and thought that maybe it was Philoctetes who sent Lily back to the past. maybe he sensed something about her and knew she'd be right for James and for antiquity.
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sooo many people forgot about this! which i was hoping for!!!!! I was hoping everyone would forget about James's statue holding something until the Big Reveal. fun fact is I wrote the reveal right after this. I liked the idea that, no, he was never going to actually be holding anything. he'd be reaching for Lily. the choice to accept his hand was always going to be hers.
a fun fact about this chapter is that I had to pull from a bit more Outlander lore than I originally thought. and no I don't mean the 'Jesus H Roosevelt Christ' part lol. It was always hilarious to me how Outlander set up Claire to be the objectively perfect person to go back in time. she was a combat nurse who happened to develop an interest in medicinal botany and Scottish-English history. she also happened to spend her formative years with her adventurous archaeologist uncle after her only living relatives died. like girl. lol.
so I had to really toss up which traits I thought it would be appropriate for Lily to have as she traveled back in time. the biggest one, obviously, is her field of study, which was necessary given the language barrier and the completely foreign nature of social norms in Classical Athens. I toyed around with the idea of making her mum a nurse so as to give her some base medical knowledge, but that felt a) unnecessary given the circumstances of the story, and b) far-fetched that she would have gleaned enough transferable skills to apply in 479 BCE.
it was also fun to give her more reason to go back to the future; she has a sister who, while they aren't in contact, is a significant emotional attachment; she has academic goals; she has a best friend (however toxic we know him to be). it added a layer of conflict that I enjoyed playing up, even if I definitely could have explored her modern life more fully.
Chapter Two: Kinesis
soooo much exposition and worldbuilding in this chapter. oml. it was so much fun to play around with the reasons why James would be in Tatoi in the first place; I can't remember quite how I landed on the Persian auxiliary soldier thing, it might have been from my initial (admittedly extensive) research on the months leading up to Plataea; it may have just been the fact that I KID YOU NOT this story used to take up all of my fucking brainspace. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'd be doing work for my research fellowship and just daydream about theogony. the initial idea came to me AS A JOKE!!!!! when i was idly pondering before going to sleep (as one does), and then it just wouldn't leave me alone. i kept imagining what it might look like. I thought about how the time travel might work. I thought about James's Greek equivalent. I ranted to my sister and her dog (he did not care) about what the statue might look like and mean (sorry bestie love u).
one narrative decision that has given me a bit of strife was the Dimitrios-James name change. I've had a number of people ask me if I'd ever try to pubilsh theog ā€“ and this is one of the (many) reasons why that would be pretty categorically impossible. using James's English name in his internal narration, instead of the name I give him as a Greek man, is something that only translates to fic. it makes pretty much no sense at all if you consider these original characters lol.
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honestly putting the word 'practicum' in here caused me SO much pain. in James's chapters I tried really hard to use words which had Greek roots and not Latin roots, even if they're in modern English today. in most of his chapters, I'd try and find synonyms for big/complex words so I could use ones that came from Greek. it just helped me stick to his narrative voice a bit more.
I forgot how much STUFF went on in this chapter. oh my god SO much happens?? we get the lack of the Parthenon as the time marker (felt very clever doing that), Lily processing the fact that she's time traveled (lazy writing on my part to not have this happen in a Lily POV chapter but I'll take that on the chin), the Plataea reveal. OML. tired just thinking about it. lily sweetie i am so sorry
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guys, the amount of time I spent wondering if I should Greek-ify Sirius's name is insane. For so long I thought about making him Seirios, which is the original Greek version of Sirius. But I felt like I had already messed with their names too much, and so I left it. but honestly I'm still torn. looking back, maybe it would have been the right move to make him Seirios and have Lily give him the name Sirius, but I guess we'll never know!
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one of my favorite Sirius moments, and something that, essentially, sets up the rest of the story. but I wanted there to be a little ambiguity throughout the story about how much of this Sirius actually believes.
we know that James has just confessed to Sirius and PĆ©tros that he was hoping they'd desert the Athenian army. we know that he thinks he's going to die, and he's adopted this sort of fatalist view of his future. and then here you have Sirius, who could never abide such a thing, pretty much leaning into the idea that Lily can tell the future ā€“ which would allow him to challenge James's prediction. I always wanted to leave it up to interpretation, and I know it comes up in later chapters (at the komos especially), Sirius's skepticism about Lily's origins. but it's such a fun question to ask: does he really believe that she's the Oracle that James prayed for, or does he just need that to be true so he can try and influence the future himself?
Chapter Three: Peribolos
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omg. lol. the chapter three opening academic argument scene. this is a favorite of mine, and something I had so much fun writing. it's actually based on an argument/"spirited discussion" I had with my dad a few years ago about moral absolutism versus moral relativism which forced me to interrogate and expand my knowledge on the subject. I thought it was such a fun way to get into Lily's politics and her character without doing crazy exposition in the ancient world.
it also touches upon one of the touchstone themes of the story: that to study something is, in a way, to detach yourself from it. academia is routintely completely disconnected from its subject matter, and it creates this weird disdain for lived experience versus book knowledge. Lily has spent upwards of ten years studying (in some capacity) the ancient world, but she is so utterly out of her depth when she experiences it herself. as such, she espouses these very revolutionary politics when examining historical conflicts, but she has a blindness to what the real-world realities may have been for the people living in those conditions at the time.
alsooooo, The Return of Martin Guerre is one of my favorite books I read in college, and the easter egg here is that it's about a person of dubious origin entering a community and the politics of how the community might accept or reject them. ha ha!
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^^based on something I said in an argument with a Poli Sci major in college and I have to say one of my better moments. was an absolute haymaker. this was very 'author gives main character a zinger' of me and I will not be ashamed of it
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this! ladies and gentlemen! this was basically a declaration of love!!!! to be loved is to be remembered!!!
in a very romantic way, the study of history can be such an act of love to those who lived before us. i just adore the idea that, even before Lily developed real romantic feelings for James, she had this itching sort of feeling; AKA, when someone has made such an impression on you, and you know (or in her case, you think) that you'll be leaving them at some point, and you just want to be interesting enough, be impressive enough, that they remember you, that they think of you randomly as time goes on. that is such a giddy hallmark feeling of having a crush, in my book. I liken it to making eye contact with someone or having a brief conversation on a night out, maybe at 3am on your way back from a bar when things are sleepy and dizzy, and you just have this sense that you're being seen in that moment as anyone you want to be. i love this moment so much I feel like I could give it its own meta LMAO
Chapter Four: Hamartia
this chapter really put the pedal to to the metal lol. at the time of writing the story, I generally didn't (and still don't) love fake dating that much as a trope; I don't typically love plotlines predicated on (even harmless) deceptions, it's just a sensitivity of mine that I don't expect anyone to relate to or share. but when I was considering how to structure theog, it just made so much sense for James and Lily's arcs to have them get 'married.' there was no way that Lily was going to be able to navigate Classical Athens as an unsupervised woman alone, and even with the Oracle title offering her some protection, there was nothing really tying her to James. much like Outlander, it really did feel like the last possible resort, which softened me to the idea of using the trope.
fun fact, i got a snarky comment a few months ago complaining that i was trying to pass the story off as historically accurate (lol to the fifteen disclaimers I embedded throughout which addressed that) and one thing they took issue with was that lily wouldn't have been able to own property and the only thing that would have kept her from being a slave would have been marriage.
which! yknow! none of which contradict the story! but anyway I digress.
I was initially nervous about how early on the fake marriage happens; we don't really know the characters that well yet, we're not sure who James is as a potential partner to Lily, or how Lily's feelings for him are starting to bump up against her very rightful and justified desire to get the hell out of dodge. but ā€“ we only really see James in canon as a husband and as the father to the main character, so it felt pretty true to the source material to throw him into being a husband pretty early.
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I loved writing this scene with Aristides. I've always been partial to his appearances throughout the story, and this one is just so special to me. I think of him as a driving force in humanizing the ancient world in theog, sometimes even more so than the main cast of characters. to elaborate a bit on that: with the Marauders and Lily and the other transplanted HP characters, I think there's this inherent sense that they are already fleshed out people (to some degree) even before they hit the page of the story, because they appear in canon and across Marauder fic verses. no matter how much I make James into Dimitrios and Peter into PĆ©tros and Fleamont into Philoctetes, people know them and love them outside of theogony verse. but not Aristides. he doesn't have a one-to-one HP character. there is some version of him that really existed in 479 BCE (my complex and largely negative feelings on RPF are setting off alarms at this but we proceed) and that's it.
it would have been easy to just give him this very gruff and surly character, to make him a military general who didn't care about anything other than the war. I think that's how we conceptualize historical people sometimes, often without meaning to. but he was a person, and he had likes and dislikes, he probably had a family and maybe he'd fallen in love, and it was such an honor to give him such dimension. not to say that I'm putting that personality upon the actual historical person; but just to really take my time with a character outside of the Marauder canon. in this scene he has this human moment where he reminds James that, yes, love is a worthy pursuit, even to those in positions of incredible power. even when the discussion isn't about romantic love but about James's love for his closest friends. it's this permission that James didn't even know he was seeking but ultimately that changes the course of his and Lily's lives. Aristides is who James might become, in many ways. in the actual Plataea chapter this becomes more and more prevalent. (more on this later!)
overall, I am forever hoping that people come out of reading this story with an appreciation for the humanity of those that came before us. I did a poor job with other characters in this story, and I own that, but I'm proud of how I wrote Aristides.
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oh my godddddd I fucking love this part. i am so fucking proud of it. LMAO. achieving wordplay in an ancient language that i have never studied should be on my fucking CV I swear. like this was just perfect I'm sorry I am BUZZING that I pulled this off.
also, a cute way to introduce a phrase to the narrative which will become very important: se filo!
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I remember that I wrote this passage, which many people commented on and which I loved writing, in a coffee shop on a sunny day when my cousin was visiting me to introduce me to his girlfriend. there wasn't any wifi in the coffee shop so I was blessedly devoid of distractions and could only focus on the doc, and i was LOCKED IN let me tell you.
when my cousin and his girlfriend arrived I told them I was sending an important email and edited the last sentence of that paragraph about four different times while they sat in silence and waited for me to finish LMAOOO
Chapter Five: Ascesis
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a profoundly insane moment in my personal history was reading excerpts from Eudemian Ethics, Nichomachean Ethics, and Memorabilia just to passively mention them in a flashback in a fic. relied heavily on Foucault for this, I will be so honest. why did i do that tho. like girl take a breath...
but in all seriousness this was just a joy to write. i miss being a history student and having these discussions ā€“Ā law school is great, but history classes will forever hold my heart ngl! also, this passage is in some ways an homage to my grandfather, who is one of my favorite people ever. he taught himself Classical Greek and Latin when he was in his 20s, before he went to medical school (and get his pilot's license for fun, he's seriously the most interesting guy alive). he gifted me his leatherbound Great Books printings of Aristotle's works and of the Iliad and the Odyssey shortly after I started theogony, and I cherish them so much. he spurred my interest in ancient greece when i was young. so this is for him :)
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one of the hardest things for me to articulate (and maybe something I could have done better) was the war and the balance between James's inherent goodness and his growing feelings for Lily. i wanted her to have plausible reason to think that he doesn't at all feel romantically towards her, even as she's growing to admire him more and more. I hoped, as I wrote the story, that these little interactions where the reader clues into his feelings (this protective 'peninsula' moment being one of them) still walked that line. as in, i wanted lily to reasonably believe that he's just that good of a guy that he would take issue with anyone being taken advantage of, not just her. she's so destabilized in this moment as well, I think that worked to my advantage. or I hoped it did LOL.
from what I remember of writing this chapter, it just came really quickly and naturally. much more than the later ones. this early period of writing was just an outpouring of the ABSOLUTE BRAINROT I was going through after conjuring up the idea for the story. it just flew. the ending scene where they have their little almost-moment was probably about an hour's worth of writing. it's like I couldn't type fast enough to keep up with my thoughts. not sure i've experienced that since!
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also, the now, here, alive line reappears in the last chapter, which is one of my favorite callbacks:
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:) :) :)
Chapter Six: Kleos
one thing I used to worry about CONSTANTLY is that I was losing the classic (and necessary!) Marauder goofiness to the more somber setting. so it was a jaunt and a boon to write scenes like the opening one here, where it honestly could be copy-pasted into the Gryffindor Common Room and it'd look a lot like my canon stories.
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he's just a dude being hungover and embarrassed about the previous night with his bros!
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the first time we get a hint of PĆ©tros disappearing to dubious locations!
this chapter was one of the most research-heavy. it was a new setting, filled with new characters, and predicated entirely upon planning the Greek front at Plataea. so if I couldn't nail that down (at least to some degree), I was going to have trouble. of course I took liberties, but I spent a lot longer combing through sources for this chapter than some other ones, I'll tell you that for free. it took ages to find any treatises on ancient athenian sword combat, sigh.
yeah I mean i remember thinking that the subtitle for this chapter could have been 'I am going to create an environment that is so toxically masculine' because that's pretty much the whole vibe. James is not immune to that, either, and that was intentional. he feeds off of the violence and the anger of the men surrounding him, and he exhibits some behaviors in this chapter (rushing off to kill Anaxagoras after he grabs Lily's arm, for instance) which are not ideal! but I do think that there's meaningful conversation to be had about Lily's cultural assimilation into an ancient, misogynistic society, and how there was absolutely no way I was going to get out of this story without giving James some sort of period-typical attitude. now again, I took the liberties I deem necessary, because I have no desire to make my main romantic lead into an asshole. that's not my James Potter. not that that's news [gets taken out by a sniper]
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i got CLOWNEDDD for referring to this dude as Dion son of Dion but idk what to tell you!! that's how the old documents referred to him!!! i didn't make that shit up I swear to god!!!!
also - that's the actual text of the Oath of Plataea, except (as Lily points out) it should read Athena Areia. is it likey that she'd remember this off the dome? no. is it possible that she just recognized the missing descriptor from context clues? yes. did i care enough to explain this either way? no, no i did not.
the Big Ticket Item of this chapter, though, is the oh.
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and it wasn't just an oh, it was an oh followed by this innocuous conclusion that isn't even about Lily. i made myself laugh so hard with that. he's just like 'oh god my friend is going to wave this over my head FOREVER' and you know what? he's right!
as for the previous paragraph in that passage, I pulled a bit of a bait and switch, but not as badly as you might think! it was a risk to even bring up the idea that James could leave Athens, because I know it spurred some people into thinking that he'd go to the future with Lily (sorry babies that was not on the table). but what I intended for this passage (however successful it may or may not have been) was to justā€¦allow him a moment of real, visceral empathy for the sensation of displacement that Lily's experiencing, and as well, introduce the idea that he might leave the life he's cultivated in Athens. his entire upbringing has been himself, the consummate Athenian man, surrounding himself with people from outside of Athens and drawing from their experiences, but never venturing outside of his little realm. in so many ways, the story questions what Lily's relationship with 'home' is (especially later on), but it always felt necessary to me to reckon with how 'home' may change for James as well.
finally:
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yeah honestly i just remember the exact moment i thought of this passage. i had been reading the secret history (shoutout Donna Tartt i idolize and fear you) and i was lying down in my local park in the summer. I just thought about the Greek myths I knew, and the kind of cosmic horror that it is to really admit you're falling in love with someone, that they have this power over you that you didn't anticipate. and that closing line of the scene really struck me out of nowhere ā€“ I wrote it down in my notebook and just stared at it for a good few minutes. it's still one of my favs of the story :)
ok! if you made it this far, you are just amazing. this has to be a few thousand words at least. TYSM!!!!
see you all later for the part 2 BTS ā¤ļø
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nebuladreamz Ā· 5 months ago
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A little different than last year's, but here we are again. To say that this past year hasn't been absolutely wild would be a lie, cause HOLY SHIT MAN
This year's birthday is. A little different for me, but you already have the silly comic to show that so I won't make like a broken record oops
But, despite the changes and hills that life's decided I should climb or throw at, it hasn't changed the fact that I'm so genuinely fucking thankful to the people that I've known since joining this fandom. I'm not even kidding when I say that being here has actually changed my life for the better. I know I said something similar last year, but this time, hoo boy it sure turned up the AMP and test how far I could go.
So, to everyone, both new and old; thank you for being here :D
@garbagechocolate @darkxsoulzyx @smoljeanius @bunmuffin @skizabaa
@tuzesdays @sleepykas @fernzwing @kandidandi @starsketchez
@just-a-drawing-bean @notdysfunk @ilsole @amberluvsbugs @cloudyvoid
@nomsthecat @alfinefalf @nosleepygay @theblog-with-thestuff
@cacaocheri
(Edit: ty kibbits for informing me of the. Fuck ass tagging system)
AND TAGGING OTHERS BECAUSE. POINTS. BONKS WITH HEAD. GETTING TO EITHER INTERACT OR TALK OR WHATEVER IS ALWAYS A DELIGHT
@ohno-the-sun @kibbits @ink-yy @saltyfryz @kaprisvn
@hierba-picante @sunny-sophies-garden @cookiiemancer @sneeblbop @justaduckarts
@pepethehumanz @crystalmagpie447 @woolysstuff @mocha-illustrates @duhsty1
@sanchensky @pillowspace @victarin @witherfide
[I DEFINITELY GOT SONAS WRONG AND THESE AREN'T ALL THE SILLY PEOPLE I KNOW BUT IM SITTING HERE AT 2:30 IN THE MORNING JUST KNOW YOU'RE THERE IN SPIRIT HANDING YOU ALL POPTARTS WAUGH]
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dontmixpaintinyourcoffee Ā· 1 month ago
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There is something so horrifically poetic about Evan surviving so much and then dying the way he did.
Years of haunting, isolation, abuse, terror around every corner. Constantly having to understand that the most dangerous thing in any room is himself no matter how much he didn't want to be. At the same time having to contest that with the fact that he is deeply vulnerable. Never getting out of any situation without somebody getting hurt, just hoping and begging that the brunt of it ends up on the people who deserve it, but not really having any control over that.
He survived all of that. Only a few scars to show for it.
And the thing that killed him was a naive attempt at kindness.
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senselessalchemist Ā· 11 months ago
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The Beheaded makes a pitch
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colombinna Ā· 1 month ago
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God I highly underestimated how much I missed the magical misfits. When the episode finally ended it was like I had just seen spring after a 10 year winter or something.
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trash-gremlin Ā· 7 months ago
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could you imagine how good spirit animals would be if it wasn't written as a children's series
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fujii-draws Ā· 5 months ago
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VERY long Ribbons/Grovyle tangent cause I do not talk about them nearly enough.
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[Instead of the usual, ā€œHero finding a young Treecko in the future.ā€ Itā€™s switched around to ā€œWhat if Grovyle found Hero when they were young.ā€]
~The Past~
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
-Grovyle was going on one of his usual dungeon crawls to stock up on itemsā€” until he heard nearby sniffling. Itā€™s there in that moment where he finds Ribbons; hiding under the stump of a hollow tree curled up in a ball. The sight of a small, terrified girl burned in the back of the wood geckoā€™s mind.
He lowered himself to the ground, his snout and head poking out as he got a good look at the humanā€” Something that made her reel back and startled her; before Grovyle offered her a smile. Something the stoic grass-type rarely ever did. Coaxing her to come out.
And although very hesitantly, she did. Slowly coming out before he extended a hand towards her. Helping her outside the stump.
Grovyle didnā€™t know whyā€¦ but seeing her so disheveled and terrifiedā€¦ it reminded the grass-type of himself when he was a Treecko. He decides to then to take Ribbonā€™s under his wing. Holding her hand as he walked her back to his main hideoutā€¦ with the company of two other PokĆ©mon.
-He introduced the small human to the pink fairy and ghost-type. Celebi was overwhelmingly cheerful. So much so that her mischievous energy rubbed off on Ribbons in the future. Much to Grovyle and Dusclops(and eventually Dusknoirā€™s) dismayā€¦
But it was also probably why Ribbons made it her mission to use this newfound ability from the fairy-type to do the impossibleā€” to get Grovyle to smile. A rarity in which even the time-traveling pixie and cyclopean ghost never managed to accomplish. Ribbons remembered how the grass-type done so just to comfort her during their first meetingā€¦ and she wanted to see it again.
-She tried many times with her antics, only to end in failure. Barely making a dent in the grass-typeā€™s stoic demeanor. The first time she managed to get a chuckle made the other two stare wide-eyed towards the snickering grass-typeā€” and back at the human, somehow being the only one to ever make him emote so much. She didnā€™t know why he tried to hide his smile. She loved it. (And Grovyle did not overhear this detail and began to open up only specifically around her because of it. Nope.) (and itā€™s not a power she holds over him for many years to come.)
(That isnā€™t to say Ribbonā€™s didnā€™t slightly rub off on him too, with her naivety and innocent, trusting behavior. Grovyle being much, much more reserved and cautiousā€¦ before she came along.)
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-Dusclopsā€¦ was interested. A human? In the future no less? It was unheard of.
ā€¦But he also thought that Ribbons would be a detriment to their group with howā€¦ little and runt sized sheā€™d been, barely surviving as is. Acting rather closed off towards the human at first, not trying to get attached. That is until she begins seeking Dusclops out. Trying to befriend the slightly large mummy-looking PokĆ©mon. Although slowlyā€” she ends up winning him over. The Beckon PokĆ©mon now having unintentionally formed a bond with the weakest link in their quartet due to howā€¦ oddly endearing she was. A mistake heā€™d repeat yet again in the present.
Even with her dimensional scream ability making Ribbons a somewhat useful assest to the teamā€” the three take on the roll of her guardians in a weird way. Dusclops being the one to fret the most over her despite his dismissive behavior towards her in the beginning (hm.)
And then thereā€™s Grovyle.
The one who probably spent the most time with her. He saw just how terrified and scared she was of the world around her. Grovyle tried his best to teach her how to surviveā€” training her physically. (as Dusclops taught her mentally/intellectually)
Something Grovyle started to notice was how her demeanor changed when the grass-type was close. Acting almostā€¦ braver? Confident? It was like she was drawing her strength from himā€¦ something that made the grass-type a little emotional as her confidence grew more with each day. (She told him as much. Hoping some day she could be a role model to someone the same way Grovyle was to her.)
ā€¦He also noticed that the humans were also really susceptible to the cold, much like his cold-blooded lizard selfā€”the brunette-haired girl having no real source of warmth around her neckā€¦ Grovyle dug through his matted Treasure bag, asking for her to come over. Before tying on a brown, Patsy ribbon around her neck. An item that sheā€™d grow to love and cherish for many, many years.
The human girl absolutely adored the gift, thanking Grovyle before hugging him suddenly. Running off to show the other two her newfound item.
-Sheā€™d fidget and re-tie it whenever it slightly loosened around her neckā€¦ it was then the grass-type PokĆ©mon finally decided on a name for her. Up until that point, she didnā€™t have a nameā€” the other three opting to call her things like ā€œhuman girlā€ ā€œsweetieā€ or ā€œkid/kiddoā€ (Dusclops, Celebi, and Grovyle in that order.)
So when Grovyle decided that her new name would be ā€œRibbonsā€ā€¦ she kept it.
(this also explained why when inside of Wigglytuffā€™s roomā€¦ Ribbons stared at the Green Aura Bow, before rejecting the item harshly. Her claws gripping onto the brown scarf around her neck.) (ā€¦although the color of the bow comforted her)
-The two end up forming an unspoken familial bond. Ribbons seeing Grovyle as her older brotherā€¦ and the grass-type did her baby sister. This was further solidified by the way Ribbons followed him everywhere and copied his mannerisms. All the way down to his scrunched up, embarrassed face. (Something that greatly entertained the other two PokĆ©mon.) Even if Grovyle wasnā€™t the best at showing how much she meant to him with his sternness for her to stay hidden and close whenever they traveled, or for her to stop goofing off so much, or his relatively stoicalnessā€¦ Ribbons knew he did so because of how much he cared. He cared too much. Not wanting anything bad happening to her to the point that heā€™d more often than not sacrifice things to his detriment, but for her benefit. (Offering her all of the apples he found, taking the brunt of the damage from vicious PokĆ©monā€¦ ) It was one of the main things the two argued over.
-Thisā€¦ was also something Ribbons picked up on and inherited besides his courage. Something that Grovyle never forgave himself for. He never wanted her to adopt his self-destructive, reckless behavior.
-Another thing was his inability to tell her the full truth. He never wanted to scare her with the information of their disappearances. So the grass-type never told Ribbons (and made sure the other two promised him to never do so aswell.) (Until Dusknoir promptly breaks said promise out of desperation to tell Ribbons the gravity of their situation after the Stoneship fight. Grovyle glaring daggers towards the Ghost-type before hearing Ribbonā€™s quiet, yet terrified ā€œW-What..?ā€ Falling back on her old fears when she was once humanā€”Grovyle taking his attention fully off of Dusknoir to try and comfort her.)
But even after any heated argument. Grovyle will find the human girl coming back to sleep right next to him on his hay bed, still very much frustrated with the lizardā€¦ but not pushing her away when she snuggled up to him. Grovyle reciprocated the hug right backā€” putting his head over hers.
Out of her relationships with the three, her bond with Grovyle was the most unbreakable.
ā€¦So when Darkrai threw the attack that disoriented the two, Grovyle gripping Ribbonsā€™s arm as tightly as possible. His claws beginning to even tear into her skin. (A scar on her paw that never went away. She uses it as a reminder to show the woodland gecko how hard he tried to save her whenever he felt guilty.) Trying so desperately to not lose herā€” even if it meant being thrown out of the passage of Time aswellā€”
ā€¦Itā€™s Ribbons who lets go, smiling up so brokenly at her older brother, before disappearing out the passage. And the grass-type can only watch in horror, as the self-sacrificial behavior Ribbons inherited from him came back to bite Grovyle in the worst way imaginable.
By the time Grovyle lands in the presentā€” his claws are trembling wildly. Not even realizing his own tears began to mix in with the rain from the thunderstorm.
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~The Present~
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When heā€™s collecting the Time Gears aloneā€” the desperation of it all comes back full force. If he lost her, the least he can do is finish this mission. For the future. For her.
-When Grovyle sees Ribbons for the first time in the Northern Desert, he doesnā€™t recognize her as an Eevee. But the item around her neck and voice both sound so eerily similar. As if this random PokĆ©mon was haunting him for his past failures. If anything, the similarities make Grovyle even more angry towards the quadraped PokĆ©mon.
-Crystal lakeā€¦ really sucked. Before, Ribbons didnā€™t know what to feel about Grovyle. On one hand, he was a wanted criminal. Threatening the lives of every single PokĆ©mon. But on the other handā€¦ she felt soā€¦ sad? And guilty? Why would she feel guilty? And why was it that he was apologizing every single time for every little thing heā€™d done? Like heā€™d lost his confidence in his abilities? Why does it matter. Heā€™s a horrible, rottenā€” no good PokĆ©monā€¦
-It was when Ribbons had to helplessly watch as he nearly killed Aimilios that her resolve did a complete 180Ā°. The Eevee being prepared to do whatever to took to get him caught. Joining the cloaked ghost in the library whenever she could, (even if she wasnā€™t as smart as the Great Dusknoir or her Riolu partner. She wanted to at least give them company and be there for moral support.)
And when heā€™s finallyā€¦ finally caught. Tied up as the Sableye walked him through the town as they cheeredā€¦ Ribbons isnā€™t celebrating. She should be. She should be happy. So why does she feel a horrible gut feeling when their eyes meet in the crowd? And he looks seconds away from breaking downā€¦?
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-The whole future arc is a rollercoaster of emotions for the Eevee. Although sheā€™s immediately with Grovyle on the plan to help him escapeā€” she does not trust him so quick.
-No. That time was over. The second Dusknoir tried to kill them, both her (and soon Aimiliosā€™s) tendencies to trust Pokemon blindly were thrown out the window. Theyā€™re both are glaring daggers at him when he suggests that they trust him. That ā€˜If he was so untrustworthy, how would they explain what Dusknoir had done back there?ā€™ Ribbons protectively gets in-front of her partnerā€” hissing back that ā€˜They arenā€™t going to trade one lunatic trying to kill them for another. Or did Grovyle already forget about the little incident at Azelfā€™s lake?ā€™
ā€¦And even though her and Aimilios do feel safer around him. (Gut feeling/aura sensing) it just feels so terrifying to trust someone again after what the giant wraith did to them. Not only that, but he was offering to take them back to their worldā€¦ so they cautiously agreed.
Itā€™s... strange. The way heā€™d called out for her and Aimilios to get away when Spiritomb had him in their grasp. When they traversed dungeons as he took as many hits as possible for themā€¦the familiarity is almost nauseating.
And when Dusknoir reveals everything, the two only stare at the cloaked ghost-type cackling. The same one they both once thought was their friend.
She and Grovyle only stare at eachother as a painful amount of time passes by. He..
He tried to kill her.
She was still alive and he almostā€”
The realization is what makes him give up. To concede. Begging Dusknoir to just do away with him and let the other go. Let her go.
ā€”
-When theyā€™re in the Sharpedo Bluff during the nighttimeā€” Grovyle explains the situation to the twoā€¦ staring at Ribbons with hopeful eyes, sharing recollections of how they once were. Of how close theyā€™d been. Hoping that itā€™d re-jog her memory now that he was there to explain the situation.
ā€¦Ribbons only stares. Guilt eating away the more Grovyle retold their supposed history. How the hope slowly died in his eyes little by little when he looked at the Eeveeā€” seeing that same, clueless expression on her face.
One of Ribbons biggest fears when it came to her amnesia was forgetting someone important to her. Always having the dreaded feeling of losing three important PokĆ©mon to her. And now one of them was trying to kill them. Aimilios reassured her many nights that it wasnā€™t the case. So for that fear to become a realityā€” her ears slump, the Eeveeā€™s messy, leaf-and-twigged tail curling around her in anxiety. She wants to apologizeā€” but she only breaks away eye contact.
She forgot. She wants to remember. But she canā€™t she canā€™t she canā€™t-
Ribbons sees Grovyle trying to reach out for herā€” only for the small quadruped to back away. Still too touch-adverse from everything that went down with Dusknoir. All the Eevee can do is watch Grovyleā€™s expression turned into a pained one. Trying to hide the hurt in his eye with a wry smile as he slowly retracted his arm, ā€Ahā€¦ right. Too soon. Forgive me.ā€
ā€¦Itā€™s a very rough night on the two of them. Both PokĆ©mon completely unaware that theyā€™d been trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill in their eyes. Eventually overwhelming and awakening the aura pup.
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When they rode Lapras, presumably for many hours by now by how night fell, white stars scattering across the sky as it reflected in the dark blue sea. The Riolu had slept soundlyā€” something that couldnā€™t be said for the other two.
Ribbonā€™s curled around her partner as he slept, grooming his fur with her tongueā€¦ before looking over towards the grass-type; something very much on his mind.
Grovyle looked pensively down towards Laprasā€™s shellā€” recalling Wigglytuffā€™s comment about how Chatot had been his ā€˜invaluable partner.ā€™ The woodland gecko gripping the strap of his treasure bag. Unaware of the Eevee slowly approaching him. He staresā€” unsure of what to do. The last time theyā€™d talked was at the Bluff, when she backed away from him in fear.
ā€¦Ribbons plopped right next to the grass-type, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to pass. When she realized he wasnā€™t going to cut the tension, she opted to ask the lizard what she was thinking about since their talk at the bluff.
ā€œWhat was it likeā€¦?ā€
ā€œWhatā€¦?ā€
ā€œY-yknowā€¦W-When we were togetherā€¦ What was it like?ā€
The small Eevee repeated. Wanting to hear stories of their times togetherā€¦ Memory or no memoryā€” she hated seeing Grovyle upset. Something that was practically built into her. Like itā€™d been second nature.
Grovyle hesitates, afraid of a repeat of last time. He looks at Ribbons who was staring up coylyā€¦ before going on to explain and further elaborate on their history. He studied her expressions, trying to get a read on when he should stopā€¦ only to be greeted with an cheerful look on her face. The same, goofy one plastered on her human-self.
Grovyle calms at the sight, continuing to looks back on memoriesā€” preferably the more lighthearted ones the woodland gecko fondly looked back on. Although within those silly memories were times when Ribbons didā€¦ admittedly some of the dumbest things heā€™d witnessed during their time in the future.
What makes him smile even more is how she began to look more offended. Until sheā€™d gotten fed up with the grass-type. Claiming that she would never do anything so blatantly stupidā€” and that she had a scale of stupidity she was abiding byā€” Chatotā€™s words, not hers.
This gets a chuckle from the grass-typeā€¦ something that almost immediately warms the Eeveeā€™s heart. She hesitates a littles before scooting closer, fully laying her body beside Grovyle as he continued to recollect stories of their past togetherā€¦ listening to the older PokĆ©monā€™s droningā€¦ until she fell asleep.
ā€¦
Now Grovyle is faced with another problem. And it was in the form of his little sister sleeping soundly right next to him.
ā€¦
He knows whatā€™ll happen to them when he puts in the Time Gears.
He knows heā€™ll never get another chance like this again.
ā€¦
He lays his body near Ribbonā€™s, curling around her tiny body protectively. Before getting what was probably the most sleep he did since he arrived in the Presentā€¦
ā€¦What he fails to notice in his comatose-like sleepā€¦ is how Ribbons scooted closer into him, cleaning his face/leaf with her toungeā€¦ before curling into Grovyleā€” putting her head under the grass-typeā€™s. Purring contently.
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ā€¦When theyā€™re traversing through the Hidden land, the same arguments when they did in the future about Grovyleā€™s recklessness. Although this time aroundā€” Ribbons had been calling the kettle black in this regard. The Grass and Normal type PokĆ©mon going back and forthā€¦ before falling silent.
And when the ghost-type returned a second time to ambush the three PokĆ©mon, Ribbons and Aimilios opted to fight the Sableye. Meanwhile, Grovyle took on Dusknoirā€”Which proved to be nearly impossible. It was only when the Sableye were dealt with and the two joined Grovyle on his assault on the wraith, that Dusknoirā€™s attacks begun to.. slow?
They fought and fought, Ribbons having managed to get in a really nasty Bite that made the cloaked revenant roar out in pain; unintentionally slamming her against a pillar. Hard. Grovyle yells her name, trying to run to Ribbonsā€” before being intercepted by a large fist being mercilessly being swung his way. Not offering the same hesitation he did with the young Eevee and Riolu. If there was anyone Dusknoir was willing to killā€” it was him.
It was when Dusknoir gripped the Riolu to the point of him whining out in painā€” that the Grass-typeā€™s adrenaline and anger made his body move harshly to knock down the ghost-type with the slice of a Leaf Blade. Getting protectively infront of his sister ā€¦and the Riolu Grovyle had begun to start considering as his little brother. His eyes turning into cat-like slits, glaring at the revenant.
ā€”ā€”ā€”
Dusknoir hit the Eevee a second time when the two were distractedā€” Ribbonā€™s having cried out in pain, wincing from the hit she received from the large ghost-typeā€” closing her eyes as she anticipated for him to finished her offā€”
Before Grovyle shielded herā€” and began shoving him into the Dimensional hole.
Grovyle could only smile to himself despite how much he was struggling to keep the giant wraith at bayā€” Dusknoir nearly breaking out of the wood geckoā€™s hold.
So many times. He failed to protect Ribbons. So many times. And nowā€¦
ā€œThough the parting hurtsā€¦ the rest is in your hands!ā€
He could finally make it up to her.
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~The Future~
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It wouldnā€™t be an exaggeration to say that Ribbons nearly broke Grovyleā€™s ribcage when he returned to the present, berating and screaming at him so angrily for leaving her the way he didā€¦ while hugging him in tears as she bawled her eyes outā€” Grovyle reciprocating the hug with as much strength as the Eevee.
ā€¦So when she saw Dusknoir and ran, he was the one to chase after her. Celebi having stayed back with Aimilios to explain the situation to the equally confused and afraid Riolu.
-The Eeveeā€™d hidden under another hollowed tree stump, her entire body frizzing up at the sound of the woodland gecko calling out to her. Ribbonā€™s brows furrowed in anger despite her fear, yelling at him for bringing the ghost-type back. Grovyle tries to fit himself inside the tiny hollowed areaā€¦ before curling around Ribbonsā€” gently explaining the situation with the cloaked ghost. He apologizes for bringing Dusknoir without warning. Knowing that he shouldļæ½ļæ½ve better prepared those two.
-Itā€™s because of Ribbons refusal to be anywhere near/talk to Dusknoir, that the Eevee has the opportune time to reconnect with Grovyle. Spending the first three years to catch up, talk, do jobs, drink at Spindaā€™s. Becoming even comfortable enough to start bantering with eachother, and squabbling like siblings. (and yes they partake in Cain Instinct ā„¢ļø through harmless paw baps/ā€œoh no gravityā€™s increasing on meā€ ā€œYOURE CRUSHING ME YOU ROTTEN BROTHER.ā€) Those two being practically attached to the hip as they constantly stayed side by side. Even having slept in the same hay-bed together the first year. (Separation anxiety is doing wonders.)
Grovyle is also Ribbonā€™s go-to hiding spot from Dusknoir whenever heā€™s nearā€” not-so-discreetly hiding behind the woodland gecko anytime heā€™d gotten close. Something that he was more than willing to do, being a barrier being the giant specter and minuscule Eevee.
Grovyle is also the one constantly reminding Ribbons that if she feels uncomfortable/unsafe around Dusknoir, that she can come to him at any moment. And heā€™d talk to him. (Or smack him upside the head with a leaf blade, earning the gecko a laugh from his little sister.)
Butā€¦ He knows sheā€™s lying through her fangs when she says sheā€™s fine with him being around. (Chalk that up to Older brother instincts) Which is why Grovyle goes to Dusknoir anyways to tell him to minimize his presence around her as much had possible in the beginningā€” something the wraith was already ahead/aware of.
-The Eevee also tries to repay the favor by reminding Grovyle that he actually isnā€™t the POS, horrible brother he thinks himself to be with the amount of times he failed to save her. Redirecting his attention to her paw scar and nuzzling the self-deprecating grass-type. Grovyle doesnā€™t believe himself to be the right guardian for herā€¦ but she trusts him anyways.
-And you KNOW by the time she evolvesā€” heā€™s fighting back a copious amount of tears. (Dusknoir might be getting choked up over Ribbons and Aimiliosā€™s evolutionsā€” but Grovyle looks like heā€™s seconds away from actually tearing up. Just so happy to be alive to witness his baby sister having the chance to actually grow up.)
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Anyways!! thatā€™s what I have for now!!!! Just mainly putting this here to give more insight to their dynamic :) (as well as have a little library of drawing ideas for Grovyle/Ribbons when the mood strikes.)
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Iā€™m just here trying to sleep after a long week (I know itā€™s only Wednesday but I am stressed and I wanted to quit my job on Monday so itā€™s a long week) and Iā€™m thinking about Dustinā€™s birthday. Specifically his seventeenth. And maybe itā€™s not on the exact day, but around there, and it hits him out of nowhere
Heā€™s the same age Steve was when a bunch of kids were shoved at him and he was told to keep them safe. Heā€™s the same age Steve was when he almost died doing that multiple times on the same night. Heā€™s the same age Steve was and he doesnā€™t think heā€™s even remotely prepared to handle a group of kids and doesnā€™t think he could have been brave enough to fight a bunch of demodogs or billy when he was spitting mad and then gotten up and gone into the tunnels afterwards.
And he looks at Steve now, more mellow, softer around the edges, with friends his own age and his bitching far more playful and affectionate with them, with his glasses and his failing hearing and sometimes anger because of those things but no regrets.
He looks at him and wants to cry because he doesnā€™t know how Steve did it. He doesnā€™t know how Steve was so brave and strong then when he was arguably still sort of an asshole and didnā€™t even know them aside from knowing who they were. Because that night was the first night theyā€™d even spoken, but Steve had jumped right back in despite how they all knew heā€™d tried to pretend it never happened.
He looks at his brother and doesnā€™t understand how heā€™d so easily been there for them back then because trying to imagine himself in his place it just makes him feel overwhelming panic.
Because thatā€™s when it hits
Steve was a kid too. He was just a kid, but heā€™d seemed like an adult to him, had carried himself with the confidence of adulthood even when Dustin knew now that it was bravado.
He thinks about the year before, when Steve had fought his first monster and been even younger. And maybe he wasnā€™t the youngest, that was Ericaā€™s privilege, but heā€™d still been a kid and theyā€™d all forgotten that because it was Steve, who took on the mantle of protector and carried it like a badge of honor even now.
And he hugs him, of course he does, and when they talk, they both cry a little, because Steve can finally admit how heā€™d felt back then, how heā€™d felt so out of his depth but didnā€™t want the kids to see his fear because he needed to be brave
Just lots of sappy thoughts about childhood and loss and moving on knowing that you were allowed to be scared when you thought you couldnā€™t
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KAT YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW. I'M SCREAMING AND CRYING! I'm gonna lose my MIND. I'm gonna climb the WALLS. I'm gonna FLY into the SUN! this is SO IMPORTANT to me now, I'm never going to not think about this, this is critical to their relationship now and I'm never going to see it any other way.
if you write it, I'll podfic it. I swear, this just flipped some switch in my brain, I'm obsessed.
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stevethehairington Ā· 3 months ago
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I FUCKING LOVE DEADPOOL
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lightning-jay Ā· 3 months ago
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I, too, am but a shadow of a star that must remain here forever...
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moe-broey Ā· 4 months ago
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GOD I would HATE to be stuck at a family dinner with them šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­ I would NOT fucking survive, the vibes alone would do 1000 points poison damage to me šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
Also JUST. JUST.
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THE VIBES. ARE RANCID. SHARENA DARLING YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS (ALFPNSE TOO BUT DEAR LORD. Sharena LITERALLY was just told to Don't Speak Unless Spoken To RANCID. RANCID FUCKING FAMILY)
#I SAID I WOULDN'T DOCUMEBT THE WHOLE THING. BUT COME ON#gustav hits alfonse with the 'and' šŸ˜šŸ¤Ø and if i were him i would be internally exploding instantly.#HENRIETTE HITS ALFONSE W THE 'he missed you soooooo much šŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜ŠšŸ˜‡šŸ˜‡šŸ˜‡' and BY GOD. IF I WERE ALFONSE#i would SHATTER. LIKE GLASS. INSTANTLY. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUTā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļøā€¼ļø#my BITCHASS FUCKING BAD WHO'S BEEN SILENT TREATMENTINF ME FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG#BC I HAD THE AUDACITY TO MAKE A CHOICE?????????? BC I DARED HAVE AUTONOMY????????? FREE WILL???????#ohhhh my god and sharena. SHARENA. DARLING. BELOVED. DEAR. how have you not SNAPPED#girl if i were you this would be my villain origin story.#i mean. if. moe is anything to go by.#gooooddddddddddddd.#HELP THE TYPO IN MY TAGS.... OF 'BAD' INSTEAD OF 'DAD'....... freudian slip. but am i wrong#GOOODDDDD BUT. HAVING. EYES. THAT KNOW. EVERYTHING. THAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE#INSANE!!!!!! INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bc i DO ACTUALLY BELIEVE HENRIETTE NOW??? WHEN SHE SAYS THAT ABOUT GUSTAV?!?????#SHE'S. the ONLY person in the goddamn fucking WORLD. who would know this. who would be able to read this. what the FUCK#but like THAT STILL DOESN'T MAKE HIM ANY BETTER...... gooooddddddd I HATE IT. HATE IT#when the love IS there it's just fucking stupid bc nobody here is normal. about anything. making an endlessly complicated situation#type of shit that has made it so i never believe that anyone genuinely likes me. type of shit that makes me never believe an 'i love you'#UNLESS. if it's from my sisters i trust them w my entire heart. but holy shit it actually took them directly stating it#AS. AN ADULT. AT THIS TIME. for me to actually believe it. and fully actually accept it.#HELP AND ALSO... EVERY TIME GUSTAV CALLS ALFPNSE 'Son.' IT'S.. SO FUNNY TO ME IDK WHY#i just read it in that one voice/cadence. of that katamari post. my gay ass son who i hate. HELP#i need to find that again hold on#but first#fe alfonse#sharena#fe henriette#fe gustav#book 3 replaying#feh
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kingarmorking Ā· 4 months ago
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notsoevilmagistrate Ā· 5 months ago
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OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING EVERYONE CALM DOWN-CALM DOWNCBFJDNDNFNFNNF
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wrathofrats Ā· 7 months ago
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pebble, swiss and alpha? Do you think they'd share him? (Him being alpha)šŸ„ŗ
Anon Iā€™m going to dox you on Twitter how dare you make me think about that
I have awful brain rot about all of them can you tell is it that obvious anon feel free to let me know if youā€™re stalking me
But.. yeah no I do yeah yeah yeAH YEAH.
Pebble teaching swiss that alpha is all bark and no bite. Really just humiliates him for Swiss since pebble knows so much about him, and oh Swiss is more than happy to exploit that.
Coos at him, calls him easy, tells Swiss that alpha is just a brain dead slut that only ever thinks with his dick. Just get a hand on him and he will do whatever you want.
And Iā€™m sure alpha puts up a fight, tries to argue with pebble and list all the nasty things alphas done to him, but Swiss is having none of it.
ā€œOh pebble, your dildos got quite the mouth on itā€
That goes straight to alphas dick, immediately chubbing up a bit and stammering out some protest but pebble and Swiss are fucking laughing at him.
ā€œThink it may be broken. Wondering if you could help me fix itā€
Would just be a shame if they got alpha tied up on a chair. Hands behind the back of it, legs securely attached to the wooden legs of the chair. Maybe they make him watch as they work each other up, put on a show for him.
Has to sit there and watch as Swiss makes pebble melt in his hands, immediately sweet and pliant. Sloppily making out while Swiss reaches behind him to open him up, honestly itā€™s all fucking obscene.
God and Iā€™m sure once pebbles nice and loose for him they just take turns completely using him. Pebble bouncing on his cock as he talks to swiss like alphas not even in the room. Probably has to gag him at some point because he keeps protesting and growling. Toy must still be broken.
If alpha calms down enough Swiss will give him the reward of letting him have his cock in his mouth, may even cum down his throat if he stays real still.
Probably just completely cover him, get him real messy like a good toy should be
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spinjitsuburst Ā· 1 year ago
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Iā€™ve been reading a very very very dark Skybound Fic all night and I feel slightly ill but Iā€™m so so obsessed with literally every ā€œhow Jayā€™s lightning worksā€ headcanon
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lovelyrotter Ā· 1 month ago
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can ppl in this fandom like... stop... implying that transmasculinity in hcs or (especially) canon is shallow or misogynistic or even transmisogynistic on princible, like literally just by being prescent in someones mind or in the text. like that doesnt fuckin feel good. thats kind of really nasty to imply. if its not okay to say about other trans experiences, maybe dont say it about this one either. why is there a weird little exception here. yall KNOW how much that sucks to hear all day every day. what the fuck
#my t#idk how to tell the hs fandom that every piece of trans coding in roxy in hs1 can be read as transmasc too. like transfem and transmasc#at the same time from the EXACT same reasons. its almost like we all share experiences just by way of being trans. weird i know#its almost like being trans rlly truly highlights what it is to be human and how we are all in fact at the end of the day human together#i just want everyone to stop trying to 'poke holes' in other fans trans hcs FULL STOP across the board no matter who they are#or what the hc is. its needlessly hurtful and more often than not trips into real peoples dysphoria which then#makes the target more likely to lash out. so the person poking them abt it can do a ''SEE? THEYRE ALL MEAN ONE OF THEM#WAS MEAN TO ME JUST NOW'' routine. its so obviously a 'im not touching u!!!' playground maneuver like holy fuck grow up#if you wanna fight for transfem/me folks right to just exist random fans personal headcanons is not the fuckin time or place#the XY in roxys name could be read as her having been DMAB or it could be hussie having a long running giggle about him preordering#his own transmasculinity. roxys colour being pink could be bc shes a girl or it could be compcis!!!#roxys desperation for a bf is from loneliness in canon but its often read as her feeling like she needs one to be a real girl#it can ALSO be read as another aspect of him struggling with compcis and comphet esp w/ his fantasies abt being 'a mother'#yknow what i never fuckin see that rlly highlights the fact that this is just a shitty 'girls rule boys drool' thing? theres like. no#discussions on the potential of roxy being any kinda intersex. absolutely none. he could be mtftm for all you fuckin know#but oh yknow being mtftm is A Shallow Read so we cant have that. hs is only for girls didnt you know we need to terf- i mean turf#out every single instance of queer mascness bc its Evil in the text didnt you know#god help the fandoms word of god token trans boy dirk strider for 'choosing' his eternal misery while everyone else is enlightened#by way of transforming into a girl. bc we must place girlhood on an inhuman pedistal of perfection and niceness and joy and rainbows#like what IS this mahou shojo brand gender essentialism???? im fuckin sick of it#can we remember that girlhood isnt & wasnt safe or joyful for everyone & that that can translate into how we curate our fandom experiences
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