#TURN BACK NOW. thread.

[gildead]

@spootheads asked:

"Waell, waell... look who it eis!" Obviously faux Southern drawl aside, if Gold turned, he would come to face two familiar muzzles! Norbert being the source of the greeting, proud and proper as usual... and Daggett, grinning foolishly and twiddling both paws. "Ooo, h-hi, Gold!" Daggy soon offered his own greeting to the child, "Uh, fancy seeing you here! Wait, uh... "fancy...?" Why do we use "fancy" in that sentence anyway? There's nothing "fancy" 'bout any of this, that's for sure-tain..." The odd train of thought derailing the greeting completely, Daggett had looked to the side, quizzically placing a thoughtful index against his chin. Nonetheless, Norbert would shake his head in dismissal, all the while maintaining his friendly smirk. "Ae-ther way... it's good to see ya, kiddo!"

Those voices... could it really be--?

"Norbert! Daggett!" Gold peels his sleeves away from the vines he's been wrangling and whips around to face the beavers, quickly scooping Celebi up off the ground. "It's so good seeing you too, 'specially after... well, uh, you know." He reaches a sleeve up to his bangs and tugs on them, as if proving to the beavers that yes, much like the overgrown foliage surrounding them, his hair is once again firmly rooted in his head.

He floats closer as Celebi climbs up onto his shoulder with their good arm, latching onto there. "I didn't realize you guys were here too... Celebi here's still been pretty sick, and they think this whole thing's why."

Gold wrings his sleeves, worriedly, as he leans in to whisper to the beavers.

"W-What happened here? Do you guys know anything, or--?"

[gildead]

@kxllerclaws || do you wanna help k-word a matrix cosplayer

It's late when they leave the hotel. The street lamps have just started flashing on, giving enough light for Johto's current champion and his stalwart partner to scroll through the list of contacts on his rival's PokéGear. So far, it's gotten them almost nowhere, save for revealing that Gold was planning to meet someone named Ben for 'pasta night'... whatever that was.

Sheesh. It was bad enough that Gold had to go and die, but did he really have to replace him with a newer, better rival?

Feraligatr lets out a low rumble, trying to get his trainer's attention. "Not now," Silver replies tersely, barely looking up. It doesn't stop Feraligatr, though, as the imposing Water-type attempts to swat the phone out of his trainer's hand. Just as Silver looks up to tell him off, however, he hears it.

The unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor.

He's seen enough of his father's dirty dealings to know where this is going. If there's Rocket grunts crawling the area, it's best that somebody taught them a lesson, and fast. He gestures for Feraligatr to follow as he turns a corner and sweet merciful Ho-Oh, that's a giant ghost with Sneasel hands.

At least it's not Team Rocket. Right?

[gildead]

@callouscode || time to aggro everyone on the dashboard, rosie.

"Red?" About time Gold saw a familiar face around here! In between all the bootleg Pokémon, Grinchy Hypnos, and scary Italians, it was nice to see somebody he recognized. "Is that you, Red?"

"It's so great t-to see you again!" He teleports over, an eager smile on his face. Hm. Something seems a bit off with Red, but surely it's not anything to worry about... right? Maybe he just got a new haircut, that's all. Or some new shoes! Definitely the new shoes.

"How've you been, buddy?"

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[gildead]

@thebananwithaplan || mr. bananana your words aren't as reassuring as you think

Dancing Banana. This is me, Vetra. I am talking directly to you. Are you sure it's a good idea to tell the extremely anxious, autistic teenager that his father is going to die in front of a fake live studio audience and there's absolutely nothing to be done about it? In a jovial, blasé tone, as if you were describing the weather?

Especially to someone who died a cruel and unusual death in front of his beloved team members, helpless to prevent what was happening?

"Nothing? Nothing?"

Great. His sleeves fell off, and he's gushing gunky goop tears from his sockets. He's crying-crying now. Honestly, you should probably be lucky that the rest of the dashboard is too busy being anxious over said father, because the last guy who made Gold cry aggro'd several dangerous entities in one fell swoop.

"B-But we... we gotta-- we gotta do something! We can't just let him--"

[gildead]

@nintendodeathsystem || worst. rizz attempt. ever.

Okay, Gold. Don't panic. The very pretty eyeless girl just wants a reward for being the brave hero who kicked in the balls of the weird rude version of Red that tried to snap all of his ribs like tiny matchsticks. No pressure. He can come up with something. All he has to do is stay cool and not get himself into funny shenanigans--

"I have infinite money and will take you out for ice cream wherever you want?!?!?!"

...Yeah, no, forget I said anything. You're on your own for this one, Gold.

[gildead]

@wariodemambo

By the time the beavers coaxed Gold out of the bathroom, he's found himself feeling hungry again. Thankfully, his soup was still pretty warm when he returned, allowing him to continue enjoying the maple-y goodness...

Only for the door to fling open.

Gold flinches slightly as Wario grabs him into the biggest hug possible, if only because he's still injured. Either way, however, he throws his sleeves around him, draping off of him like a scarf with a head. He's completely forgotten the soup by now, far too distracted by the arrival of his dad.

"Daddy!" Gold's voice cracks in delight, almost as if he's a little kid again.

"Dad! Dad, I missed you so much!"

[gildead]

"I know it's not really that weird, but..." Gold follows Ben's gaze to Noa and Tattle as he curls in on himself. His stomach pain's gone down considerably since his rescue, reduced to a dull ache in his gut -- one that certainly wasn't helped from recounting the Typhlosion folktale moments before. "I don't like people saying bad things about Typhlosions, just because of a story about one. They're not-- they're not all-- You know."

Personally, he thought the Slaking one was a lot worse. Then again, maybe it was just because the fate of the baby Slakoth hit a bit too close to home.

Gold winces in pain as Ben cuts his finger on accident and wrings his sleeves as if to check on his own fingers... or, at least, where they would've been. The phantom pains haven't been as bad since Umbrella, but that's because everything else is just so, so much worse. Still, he watches as Ben pulls out the Ocarina and plays.

He feels the drizzle immediately and yelps. Gold pulls his hood over his head and shields himself with his sleeves as he laughs from the surprise. Sure, he's got a hat on, but that doesn't mean he wants to get the wig drenched. It would take way too long to dry, he wouldn't be able to wear it from the bad sensory feel, and he didn't pack the one from Norbert with him.

When the rain subsides, Gold lowers his hood and allows Ben to close the distance. He squeaks at the poke, and his pupils swell as Ben mentions the Ocarina's secret power. "T... That's how you found me."

He blushes. His sleeves wrap around his torso. "W-When Red-- That's how you got there, isn't it?"

@gildead

[ N-No, I haven't heard any legends about Typhlosion like that. ] Though he supposed it made it sense — Johto was a world without compare in the Pokémon franchise. ( Though, admittedly, he hadn't caught up with it. Too wrapped up on being dead, and all. ) Curled, shaved bits of wood continue to pile at his feet as BEN kept carving. He looked off in the distance where Noa and Tattle continue to prattle, and squinted a bit as they laughed.

[ But it's not really the weirdest story out there. ] BEN ran his hands across the rugged surface of the mask and frowned. [ Termina's got its slew of weird stories that could give you a run for your money. ]

He shifted his body to look at Clock Town behind them. Same as it ever was, complete with the moon Gold had tried to yell at moments prior . . .

BEN recoiled, sucking his teeth as he the dinky tiny knife had nicked his finger. In an attempt to save face, he wrapped it within the edge of his tunic and placed the incomplete mask down. The pain was still incomparable to everything Gold had been through recently, so he'd suck it up for him.

[ Actually, ] He clumsily reached for his Ocarina of Time with one arm, showing off to Gold. [ You've seen me use this already, but, it's a bit of a legend in its own right. ]

He scooted in, placing the instrument against his lips. Six, simple notes — In six simple notes, rain falls upon the pair and drenches their clothes. BEN looked away awkwardly, before lowering his voice.

[ They say this was carefully passed down a royal family line. It can do more than make little rain falls. It — ] He leaned in even closer. [ I can use it to bend time and teleport. ] He pressed his good index finger into Gold's chest. This dork doesn't even know he's technically registered as an Owl Statue in BEN's code. And he never will. [ And it helps me get to you faster. ]

[gildead]

It's time.

Crobat lands a few blocks from the coordinates that Chai and company had provided everyone. As Silver climbs off, he spots Gold's Typhlosion and the Celebi blinking into view nearby. While Celebi doesn't look entirely stable which they didn't anyway given the whole half-rotting thing, they're at least in better shape than they were earlier.

"Don't tell me it's just you two," Silver grumbles, recalling Crobat into his Poké Ball.

"Indeed it is." Celebi tilts their head. "Though I'm to understand Gold was quite the talented trainer in life, his current team is primarily noncombatants."

The Typhlosion grunts, perhaps in agreement. Silver didn't know. He couldn't speak Pokémon.

"Alright, fine, whatever." He kneads his forehead. "Looks like we'll just have to wait for everyone else, then."

[gildead]

@horizonboundtrainer asked:

"Who the fuck names a Pokemon Please?"

Was... was that not her name?

Gold frowns at the other trainer's forceful question. It's certainly not one that he was expecting, nor was it one he'd ever think of asking another trainer. "I... I don't remember. I'm sorry."

"My memory isn't what it was when I was, y'know. Alive." He taps at his head with his floppy sleeves. "Last thing I remember was telling my Typhlosion 'Please, get out of here'... Maybe I just assumed 'Please' was her name because my brain was foggy."

[morninkim]

the son becomes his father or something

[gildead]

@delouieofgrandeur || Remember, Louie. You brought this upon yourself.

CONTENT WARNING: GRAPHIC VISUAL DEPICTION OF GORE AND FACIAL HORROR BELOW THE CUT. YES IT'S ANOTHER JUMPSCARE IMAGE FROM MONOCHROME.

You know. Maybe if the strange ugly tiny man had asked nicely, Gold would have given him some of his food to share. He doesn't need to eat; he just likes doing so because hey, it makes him feel normal in this strange illogical world he lives in.

He maybe could've forgiven him for wasting his Max Revives too, had he apologized. Sure, Gold would've been PISSED still. Those things aren't sold in stores, and it took him ages to build up the stock he had, but surely the little man had enough money to compensate him monetarily. Not that he needed money, but it was the thought that counted.

But then. But then. The horrific, ungrateful little goblin shushed him.

And. well.

If you thought he was too loud before... prepare your eardrums, Louie.

YOU BETTER GET YOUR TINY CONCAVE ASS OUT OF MY BAG RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU SON OF A DUNSPARCE. YOU FOOL. YOU ABSOLUTE BUFFOON. WHO RAISED YOU TO BE THIS WILLFULLY IGNORANT OF OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR NEEDS? IF I WERE YOUR MOTHER I WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED THAT MY SON TURNED OUT TO BE A MORALLY BANKRUPT STOOGE.

YOU HAD BETTER BE LUCKY YOU ENDED UP IN THE BAG OF THE ONE CREEPYPASTA CHARACTER LACKING A BODY COUNT. IF I WERE JEFF THE KILLER, YOU WOULD BE DEAD WHERE YOU STAND.

[gildead]

@dayfourwmv || YOU SEALED YOUR FATE THE MOMENT YOU ENTERED.

Isn't it beautiful, Benjamin?

The forest bathes itself in the dim glow of twilight, practically singing with the wind rustling through the trees. The damp smell of decay permeates the air as the shambling bodies of Rexes pass by, forever condemned to wander and weave through the mushrooms.

Turning around only reveals a tangle of vines that curls out of the ground, blocking the exit. There is no chance of turning back for either Epona or Ben.

And yet... there's something else in the woods. Something that Ben perhaps wasn't expecting.

A trio of Bulbasaur travel across the road, plodding along. One yawns and turns to face Ben, staring with blank, milky-white eyes. It stops, alongside the other two. They gaze with those empty eyes, refusing to utter a sound.

Then just as they stop, they scatter away again. Into the bushes.

And somewhere, in the treetops above, a figure appears. His back is turned to Ben as he sits on the branches, a cloak wrapped about his tiny frame. A pair of vines secure him to the tree from underneath.

And just as quickly, he vanishes.

DEEPER, BENJAMIN. COME FIND HIM.

[gildead]

@skullkxd || ree. ree this is dangerous. ree he has infinite money.

For a second, Gold disappears from Ree's field of view. Where did he go? Is he backing out of the challenge? Is Ree safe from having to Fortnite dance for their dignity-?

No, actually. Gold reappears again, this time with a hundred dollar's worth of Poké and four big malasadas in a bakery bag, which he proceeds to hand over to Ree. What, did you think Gold was going to back out of the promise? A deal's a deal. If you don't want him to honor it, then don't give him one he could feasibly fulfill. It's basic logic.

"Start dancing, Alolan kid."

[gildead]

@wariodemambo || jimby :(((((

Gold floats to the couch, flopping against it like a ragdoll as he watches Jimmy and Mona. He's tired. So tired. A grilled cheese, chocolate milk, and a blanket sounded really good right now, especially given that he needs a distraction from worrying about Celebi. The Time Travel Pokémon would hopefully be awake soon and ready to answer questions.

He waits until Jimmy returns with the blanket to speak again, curling up within the blanket burrito he's become. "There's this Hypno. He's big, mean, and super powerful. He had a trainer once, but she..." He sniffles. "She took her own life, and he's been on a murder rampage ever since."

He's trying to explain it slowly. Jimmy seems like he's taking immense psychic damage every time he explains anything, and he has to be patient.

"I met the trainer's ghost, and we tried to get Hypno to... stop killing people. That she didn't want him to be a murderer." He huddles deeper within the blanket.

"He attacked us, and I freaked out, and... I think I--" He swallows, his voice going very quiet. "I think I killed him. I didn't mean to kill him, I was just scared. Scared he'd hurt me, or my Pokémon, or try to hurt his trainer."

"He's not gonna stay dead. He comes back after a while. And when he does, he's gonna come find me and--" He breaks down into sobs, unable to continue.

[spockandawe]

Hello! I've been kind of vanished, and I'm not confident I'm fully back yet, but I'm feeling noticeably less frazzled, and I'm ready to start catching up on the backlog of what I've been doing! To start with, I went mad with my new homeowner power and decided to paint a room. And then I decided to paint it a WILD color. And then I decided I also wanted to learn how to panel a wall. All by myself, with a hard deadline before my aunt gifted me a pile of old furniture that was going to take the room from empty to full. It was very cool and fun, but oh my god

Also, most of the paint work quality in my home is uhhhhh indifferent, so i had some fun soeed bumps like having to cut an old mirror off the back of my door and finding at least two color strata of it being painted into place (even after filling and sanding and priming and painting, i can still see the shadow, but that's a problem for future me to continue addressing). And I picked a REALLY dark green. I knew that taking a dark color back to white would need a lot of coats, but I.... did not consider that going from white to almost black would be equally bad, even with toned primer.

If I was doing this again, I think I would have attached the paneling after that first coat. But I think I was still underestimating how many coats it would take to darken bright white material, even with sanding for better grip. And the caulking almost broke me! My secret strategy to picking up new skills is always to underestimate how complicated they are, then power through on pride and stubbornness, but this tested me, haha

But I really love it! It's been done for a few weeks, so I've been dragging furniture into the room and steeling myself to drill holes for the curtain rod, and the Horrors have faded and I'm considering painting another guest room. I adore this color (salamander) to pieces, and I still have another gallon, but I'm not sure I want to commit to all this again. But.... the effect is soooooo restful, and it looks SO luxe, especially with the colored outlets and wall register. It's not going to be in my next paint project, but it may come up again!