#Writober2k19Entry

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Writober Day 1 ; Fear

@sterlingsilverchampion

What felt like a leisurely stroll along the markets of Slateport suddenly turned into a God awful nightmare. Steven was lucky that Dia had decided to tag along with him, because now- he looked over to where Alexandria had been standing by them. 

She was gone. He wasn’t the type of parent to be overly protective of his child, but Alexandria always made sure to stay within view so he could spot her. This time, he could not see no head nor hair of her. 

Heart hammering, the man’s face paled as he felt Dia take his arm to check around. She had to be somewhere here. She HAD to be! 

 If something were to happen to her... she couldn’t just run away. Not without her inhaler. 

 “Dia, I can’t... we need to find her! She can’t... she...” he felt out of breath already from the amount of blood rushing to his head. The man scrambling for his Pokeball, he summoned out Skarmory in hopes of spotting her from above. 

“I- I think I remember seeing her on the west side. I will check there, you check on the east side! Hurry!” Oh please dear Rayquaza let her be ok. 

 —- 

 Meanwhile, calmly pattering her way through a crowd of people, Alexandria held her breath when she tried to trace her steps back to Steven and Dia. Being too short, she felt her steps quickening. Don’t run too fast, she reminded herself as her vision began to blur. Pure tears began to drip down her face, clearly upset that she had broken away from her father. 

 “Oof— oh, I’m rea-really s-sorry...” she had bumped into a lady, and with a sniffle, Alexandria gazed up at her with her big blue eyes shimmering with more threats of tears. 

 “P-please, help me find my daddy...”

She knew that things like this could be considered common, considering just where they were and how busy it was at the moment, but she felt her heart aching in worry and slight distress over the small child. After all, she was still young, and with the current ongoings of the area, of Hoenn entirely, as she knew it, it was indeed a scary thought.

She could tell Steven was panicking, simply from the look on his face, and the way he was speaking. She wasn’t surprised, Alexandria was his world. And honestly, over time, she started to become her own. But she also knew there were good people in the world, and she was clinging onto the hope that one of them found her, instead of someone who may be dangerous. 

Taking out two of her Pokeballs, she made sure there was enough room before letting both of the Pokemon inside out. The others were at home, they wanted to rest after previous events that she swore to never mention to Steven. “Beauti, Ele, keep your mental connections open, we need to find Alexandria.” 

She saw both of them look towards one another, a serious look on their faces before they looked back towards her and nodded. “Beauti, you’re faster, go to the far end. Ele, you’re a bit slower because of your size, take around here. I’ll go about halfway.” With that, Beauti had instantly started on her way to the far end of the markets, and Ele instantly started looking around.

Despite knowing fully well she was in no condition to really be running around, she started with it. She had to be around the markets somewhere. Hopefully, she stayed where she was, which would lead to her being found easily.

—-

The older woman couldn’t help but be surprised when she had felt herself bumping into something that obviously shouldn’t be there. And even for a moment, Goro had been about to step in, but she had stopped him when she had seen just what it was she had come across. A child, one that was clearly lost, given how she was acting. It made her wonder for a moment, and it had taken everything in her to not simply snap in irritation.

Instead, she gave off a small smile to the child, leaning down a little. “Don’t worry about it, dear, it’s alright.” She let herself gently place her hand on her head, tilting her head a little. “It’s easy to get separated at this time of day, isn’t it? Why don’t we go off to the side so that you don’t get swept away with the crowd.” She wanted to be ill with just how... Nice, she was being. But children needed an extra touch to manipulate, sadly. Maybe she will prove to be of use, somehow...

[heartbxnd-blog]

Writober day 6 - Spirit world

// I have yet to get into full details in regards to Morty’s relation to the Spirit world, in the mean time what people should know is that:

Morty has been there once- when he dies it won’t be his first visit to the place;

The incident took place during his years of forced hiatus, after the accident that led to the death of a trainer- so in between FR/LG - HGSS events. It was in his very first visit to the Sinnoh region, where he managed to obtain his own Dusknoir- by evolving his Dusclops. During his time in the region he was able to apply some of his trainning method, as well as give a contest a shot at- both of which would turn out to go awfully wrong and backfire to him;

During the contest: Halfway through his performance- Morty lost control over Dusknoir, and the pokemon lashed out at one of the judges- putting the man’s life at risk as he was very close into dragging him away. Needless to say how this led into him being banned from participating in any contests, for a long time- but this incident would prove itself to be the first sign of what things were about to come;

A few days later, the fateful incident happened- while he was out in one of routes camping, all by himself his Dusknoir managed to break free from the pokeball- and drag Morty to the spirit world during his sleep;

His reaction to it isn’t THAT important for now, but be aware that- he felt welcomed in that realm... As though he belonged to there. This sensation has been haunting him ever since;

What felt like hours in that world, had actually been 3 days in the world of the living. It should be noted that he was travelling all by himself, so really- no one noticed he had gone missing for this long;

“Ever since he had been dragged into this world the first time by Dusknoir, the pokemon has always remained as a grimm reminder that he could return to it- his very own grimm reaper- his own exit door from this plane of existance.

He is always taunting him with this opportunity- to try and find his place amongst the dead instead within the livings.”

With those out of the way:

Warning for: Suicide and death mentions.

Obviously- the way Morty dies depends on the verse’s plot:

For the majority of the shipping verses - including the main one that is tied with @soulchased: He gets to spend a long life by his partner’s side, they both die old- hopefully in a peaceful manner without any suffering. It’s pretty standard honestly- they both go onto the afterlife together.

Now for Morty’s verse with my Lance ( @wxtaru ): His death was a combination of various aspects- starting with his reunion with his supposed lover from their teen years (a period in his life that he doesn’t remember much of, but bought into the other’s words- as soon as he realised the opportunity of getting together with someone. It’s important to point out how- when Lance approaches him about it, he finds himself in a down point in his life.), that quickly evolved into having his life completely ruined- by someone who he is so devoted and loyal to. Lance becomes the sole reason Morty is still around (at some point in their relationship- he was forced to cut ties with Eusine and even the kimono girls. He will definetely lose his job at the League as well.)- but eventually, it just becomes too much for him- he becomes self aware of his current state and it is the final straw for him.

The cause of his death: allowing Dusknoir to finally carry him to the Spirit world.

However, it isn’t the end of his businesses in the world of the livings- he may have died... But that doesn’t mean he wishes to stay alone in the afterlife, after all this entire time- he still is in love with Lance.

He wants Lance there with him- it is this wish, that turns him into a poltergeist, whose goal is to drag his lover to this world.

For context: By the time of these events Lance is no longer the League’s champion (in fact since they both start having this affair), married to his arranged fianceé- and are trying to have their child, on top of him finally taking charge over his clan’s duties.

He is completely oblivious about what happened to Morty- for him the guy just went missing, without the intention of returning- since he left everything behind in his appartment. His disappearance is around the same time his wife announced her pregnancy.

Despite not really believing in the idea and concept of ghosts/spirits/etc, Lance will be haunted by his former lover- and will be driven to madness. Forcing him to distance himself from his family, in order to try and conceal his image. This will continue, until Lance faces the same fate Morty did.

It all culminates with him killing himself, at the same day his child is born. He used a similar method, and died just like his father- ironic for someone who has always been so vocal about his hatred towards the guy.

It is a gruesome way, and a familiar image for Lance’s relatives- obviously in order to maintain his image in pristine conditions the family makes up a story to cover up the suicide and try to keep it out of the mainstream media’s attention for as long as possible.

Returning to Morty...

Lance doesn’t notify about his disappearance, instead this is only discovered weeks- maybe an entire month later (sooner depending if he hadn’t been already fired from his gym leader position). When it became obvious that he hadn’t showed up, in a long time.

That’s when Eusine, the kimono girls and the rest of the League were made aware of it- through the media. There really isn’t much left of Morty, since almost everything he had- was broken/destroyed/not salvagable at all. All of his pokemon- that hadn’t followed him into the Spirit world, were released back into the wild.

But not all was lost: Zuki got to keep his scarf alongside with the golden pin that she had given him all those years ago. And Eusine got to keep whatever was left of his cassette tapes collection.

Morty’s disappearance will forever be shroudded in mystery- nothing will ever be brought into the light. And Lance’s sudden death will also raise a few speculations/theories from the peers.

[refractment]

Writober Day 4: Rumors! (with @melemeleguardian )

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This was... not something Nova expected. An invitation from Tapu Koko to talk about Alolan rumors at the ruins on Melemele. He wasn’t sure what the purpose for this was, but company was always nice, so he’d play along.

Nova spotted Tapu Koko by a... shrine? Throne? None of the above? Eh, it wasn’t all that important.

“Hey. I got your note.” He traced a claw across the ground. “I don’t have much in the way of rumors, myself. But I did hear something pretty kooky when I was visiting Poni.” Nova tilted his head to the side. “So, get this, apparently Solgaleo and Lunala mate by ramming each other at top speeds and the resulting collision somehow makes a cosmog. Dunno how it works, but it just happens. Well, if the pokémon living on Poni are to be believed.”

[hunnyb-san]

Love is weird

#6 writober2019

Fandom: Miraculous, Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Pairing: Adrinette (Adrien x Marinette) / Lukanette (Luka x Adrien) / Lukadrien (Luka x Adrien)

Prompt: Bromance (pumpFIC) 

Other tags: fluff, love triangle, confusion, poor ***

@fanwriterit

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Salve a tutti, purtroppo con questa sono arrivata davveeero in ritardo!! Ma non temete, anche oggi troverò del tempo per scrivere quella del settimo giorno!

Comunque, questa fic è uscita un po’ così, voglio dire, la prima cosa che ho pensato con “Bromance” era Lukadrien.

Trama: Una cena, un triangolo amoroso, e un terzo incomodo. 

Come fosse finita in quella situazione… se qualcuno glielo avesse chiesto, Marinette avrebbe semplicemente risposto sottolineando la sua sfortuna cronica che, in quel campo, si faceva sentire in modo particolarmente evidente.

Nel bel mezzo delle vacanze estive, la classe aveva deciso di organizzare un incontro, o meglio, una cena invitando una cerchia ristretta tra compagni di scuola e amici.

Juleka dunque ne aveva approfittato per invitare Luka, sapendo che molti, Marinette compresa, andavano molto d’accordo con il fratello.

La notte prestabilita era giunta, e Marinette, come al suo solito - malgrado fosse stata causa di un’akuma -, era arrivata in ritardo.

I suoi compagni avevano occupato tutti un posto, lasciandole la possibilità di scegliere se sedersi direttamente accanto a Luka, o se tenere una sedia di distacco con lui e occupare l’altra.

Ma non aveva nulla contro di lui e, anzi, era consapevole della cotta che lui aveva preso per lei, quindi si limitò ad approcciare il tavolo, a salutare con un ampio gesto della mano tutti i presenti, e a intraprendere una discussione con il ragazzo riguardo una canzone che questo stava scrivendo in memoria delle molteplici occasioni in cui loro due si erano incontrati.

A quell’ammissione tanto balda, Marinette sorrise, spostando il suo sguardo altrove non appena riconobbe il familiare calore al volto; nel fare ciò, però, i suoi occhi si posarono sull’ingresso principale dell’edificio ove, sulla soglia della porta, riconobbe subito la massa di capelli biondi che ormai conosceva quasi pelo per pelo.

Lo vide avvicinarsi e la realtà attorno a lei sembrò rallentare, lasciandole il tempo di interrogarsi su quale fosse la probabilità che Adrien avesse un qualche appuntamento lì, a quella stessa ora.

Quando, invece, lo vide approcciare l’unica sedia rimasta libera, ovvero quella accanto a lei, Marinette poté udire il suo cuore battere contro la gabbia toracica con più violenza e si ritrovò a pochi passi dallo svenire, sorretta solo dallo schienale della sedia e dall’idea di non fare figuracce davanti ai due ragazzi – e alla sua intera classe.

- Ciao Mari, ciao Luka - disse questi, regalando ad entrambi un sorriso sincero mentre prendeva posto, non notando il sorriso lascivo trattenuto appena dalla ragazza al suono del suo nomignolo.

Mari!?

Il suo voltò continuò a deformarsi finché non perse completamente il controllo della sua espressione facciale, ritrovandosi a fissare il biondo con più determinatezza di quanto intendesse.

- Ehi Marinette - la richiamò all’improvviso la voce di Luka, costringendola a voltarsi - È un abito stupendo! -

Lei sorrise imbarazzata, arrotolando con fare nervoso una ciocca ribelle attorno al dito – L-L’ho fatto io -

- Davvero? - disse sorpreso Adrien, puntando – innocentemente – lo sguardo sul suo corpo avvolto dalla seta color rosso e fissandolo per un tempo sufficiente abbastanza per farla quasi svenire - Ma è fantastico! Sei bravissima. -

Non contento, aggiunse - Dovresti farlo vedere a mio padre -

A quello, Marinette sussultò sul corpo, sorpresa sia che la sua cotta si stesse direttamente complimentando con lei, sia che fosse talmente colpito dal suo progetto, da proporgli di chiedere il parere di uno stilista tanto esperto quanto Gabriel Agreste!

- C-Che dici? Voglio dire, sei grandioso! Cioè! Sarebbe grandioso, se potessi chiedere a tuo padre -

- Qual è il problema? Magari un giorno lo sostituirai. - aggiunse entusiasta per il possibile successo della sua compagna.

Marinette chinò completamente il capo, fissando le mani strette in grembo attorno alla seta rossa, finché una mano sulla spalla richiamò la sua attenzione, portandola ad incrociare lo sguardo con quello sicuro e profondo di Luka - Puoi riuscirci senza problemi. Mi hai sempre incoraggiato, quindi ora fa lo stesso con te. -

- Anche tu hai un grande talento con la chitarra - disse Adrien, ricordando le circostanze in cui si erano incontrati, prima che arrivasse un’allerta akuma, si intende.

- Dovresti partecipare a qualche talent show -

Luka lo guardò, sorridendo - Non ci ho mai pensato. -

- E dovresti! Non è da tutti suonare la chitarra in quel modo. -

- Prenderò in considerazione il tuo suggerimento, allora. -

Adrien annuì, voltandosi verso la tavola ove una cameriera aveva appena posato alcuni piatti di antipasti - Luka, qual è il tuo cibo preferito? -

- Pesce. -

- Pesce? Perché vivi in una nave? - sorrise lui, sussultando quando comprese di aver usato lo stesso tono ironico di quando era nei panni di Chat Noir.

- Volevo dire… Non volevo offenderti… -

Luka sorrise sinceramente, scuotendo il capo - Nessuna offesa presa. Anzi, è bello avere un lato spiritoso. -

- E invece tu? -

- Mmh? -

- Hai un cibo preferito? -

Adrien ridacchiò, portando indietro il capo - Dolci. Amo dolci di qualunque tipo: biscotti, brioche, croissont… -

- Allora la prossima volta ti farò assaggiare i pasticcini di mia mamma. -

- Non vedo l’ora! -

Dopo quelle parole, entrambi, sorriso stampato sul volto, rivolsero la propria attenzione sul tavolo, ora pieno di stuzzichini e antipasti, augurando a tutti una buona cena.

Marinette, rimasta interdetta ad ascoltare il loro continuo scambio di battute, poteva solo chiedersi come era stato possibile che, in meno di due minuti, la sua posizione fosse cambiata dal doversi dividere in due per parlare ad entrambi, al diventare il terzo incomodo.

[psychic-master-will-archive]

Writober, Day 1: Fears

It took Will a good minute to collect himself, and it took even longer to look up into his bathroom mirror. A part of him wondered why he even bothered; simply staring at himself wasn’t going to give him the confidence he needed, nor would it lead to him suddenly loving himself after years of self hatred. Yet another part, the part that brought him here, said otherwise. This part told him that, if he wanted to get to a better place, then he needed to start small and start somewhere. This was his starting point.

The white cloth obscuring his eyes stared back to him out of the mirror. Behind them as a sight he had always avoided looking at, for whenever he did, horrible memories would resurface. Even when he would shower or bathe, he always avoided the mirror until he could put the mask back on. The mask was a safety net; a barrier to keep the bad out while giving him the means to go out in public without anxiety and panic taking over. The mask was the result of years of crafting a persona, one that led to him forgetting who he was, and forgetting a time where he never wore it. The mask was the most crucial aspect of his wardrobe, and while the style of it changed through the years to match his various outfits, the purpose had been the same. 

It was also this mask that, while providing him with safety and comfort, also stood in his way. The barrier it provided helped him to shut out people for years, even his own family. In fact, up until this point, there had only been one to see him without it, and that was enough to leave him shaken. In recent days, and years, he had started to shed his mask multiple times, but each time filled him with a dread he couldn’t shake. He believed the responses he would get would mimic those he had gotten in the past; each one laced with a hatred and anger over something he never asked for, nor had any control over. He expected people to lash out when they saw him as he truly was without the mask, which was why he was adamant about wearing it. Yet, the responses he ended up getting were the exact opposite.

As he continued to stare at himself in the mirror, the positive reactions to his eyes came to the forefront of his mind. The first was Karen, who had told him time and time again that there was nothing wrong, and that he was being silly for wearing the thing in the first place. Her opinion had softened over the years, once she had learned the true depth of his insecurities and self hatred, but the initial point remained: There’s nothing wrong with them.

Then there was Lance who, since the first time he caught Will without his mask, was taken by his eyes. He would tell Will that they were beautiful, and will could tell that Lance was drawn to them. He mentioned something about their hue was captivating, though Will himself could never see it.

Following Lance came Grimsely who, also by accident (and on Will’s part), caught a good long look at his eyes. He said much the same as Lance, though with more of an emphasis on how gorgeous they were and how he shouldn’t hide such a thing from the world. He then went further to say that he was cute, something that Will struggled to accept. To Will, his eyes were a reminder of something ugly and far more sinister; they were as far from gorgeous as you could get, and they certainly didn’t make him cute. 

But was that even true? Were Karen, Lance, and Grimsley right? Was there something about them that Will couldn’t see? Was he wrong? 

There was only one way to find out.

Taking a deep breath, Will reached up and removed the first barrier, one of many that would come crumbling down, though he didn’t know it yet. Placing it on the counter of the bathroom sink, Will looked back up at his reflection and was, like the others, immediately drawn to his eyes. While most would think that they would be lilac in hue, they were actually a deep violet colour. Not as dark as his hair, but dark enough to truly stand out. He had never paid much attention to the colour before, though the longer he stood and stared at them, the more he began to see why others were drawn to them.

However, he noticed that one eye was duller than the other, and looked fairly cloudy. This was the result of trauma inflicted upon it due to his childhood, and it was because of that incident that he started donning a mask in the first place.

‘You just don’t learn, do you, freak?’

‘He probably thinks his brother is going to come to his rescue and bail him out. Shame that even he abandoned him.’

‘You knew better than to go where you didn’t belong, and now we gotta teach you a lesson.’

‘Your kind isn’t welcome here.’

‘Don’t worry; we’ll put you in your place.’

‘No one can help you, because no one likes you. You can understand that much, right?’

‘He’s only going to use his powers to scare and harm us! We gotta stop him here and now!’ 

The last comment was followed by pain as he felt many stones being hurled at him. One of the last caused a pain far worse than the ones before it, and with it came a sharp, high pitched cry laced with pain as the warm sensation of blood traveled down his face. One of the stones had embedded themselves into his eye, and when the boys saw the damage, they turned and fled, leaving Will alone to suffer in the now abandoned alleyway. It wouldn’t be until his mother found him and rushed him to the hospital that he learned his damage in that eye was permanent, and it wasn’t until later still that the cloudy hue to it made itself known, along with partial blindness.

Despite the memories flooding his mind, Will kept his eyes open and his gaze forward. If he shut his eyes now and looked away, he would be giving those boys the same power over him as they have had all these years. If he looked away now and retreated behind his mask, then this whole exercise was pointless. If he wanted to move forward and saw what others did, then he had to face it rather than hide.

As the minutes passed, so did the memories, and once the last one faded Will became aware of his hands grasping the edge of the counter tightly. He was also aware that he was trembling, and that his face was pale. Yet, his gaze remained focused on his eyes which remained the same despite reliving the memories that brought him to this point.

When he realized that nothing changed, he felt a small sense of relief. His eyes, despite what happened, were just as much a part of him as his powers, and he couldn’t change them. Sure he could get some sort of cosmetic surgery, but that wouldn’t change what happened in the past. His eyes were still a part of him, and like his powers he needed to learn to accept them, too. 

It would be a while before he could bring himself to see them as the others did, and while he had no plans to remove his mask when out in public (it was as much a part of his aesthetic as his persona), perhaps he could let it down a bit while alone, and with his coworkers at the league. After all, Karen and Lance had already seen it, and they were not repulsed. Surely Koga and Bruno would be much the same? Not to mention that he already used his powers freely around the league, despite still struggling to see them as a good thing. The more he used his powers, the more comfortable he became with them, so surely that same truth could be applied to his eyes, as well? He didn’t need to see them as beautiful to accept them, and if it took him a while to get to that point, then so be it. It was a process that couldn’t be rushed, and he had no intentions of doing so.

As he gave one last look at himself in the mirror, he was aware of the memories in the back of his mind. He was also aware that it would take time before they no longer haunted him, though he could take comfort in the fact that he faced them without having a complete breakdown this time, and that, perhaps, there would come a day where he could put it behind him. For now, though, he had to focus on one task at a time; he had to focus on growing comfortable with his eyes. If he could do it with his powers, then he could do so with his eyes, too.

With that thought in mind, Will took the mask off the counter and left the bathroom. He placed it on his bedside table, taking one last look at it before heading towards the door. While he could feel the beginnings of his anxiety stir within him, a part of him tried to focus on the positive: Their shocked reactions to his actual face would be priceless.

((Note: Will has many fears, and while there are far worse fears, all of them stem from the same place: His childhood. I decided to go this route because I want to develop his character , and this is the first step in this process.

For the fear mentioned in this entry, it would be the fear of facing his past. I hinted towards a few other things that’ll be explored at a later date, such as who Will was before the mask, and the many barriers he put in place that keep him separated from others. I also took inspiration from my Snapshot Memories fanfic, as well.))

[wxtaru]

Writober day 18 - Cope

So easily snap his neck.

“This is what my love for you is... my coping, the escape from my reality. You’ll allow me to continue with this, won’t you?”

To Lance, violence has always had this sensation of relief accompanying it.

This is why since early on his childhood, he and Clair have always been fighting each other.

This is why he always seeked out the most fierce battles in his life.

This is why he would tear apart his appartment- turn into shreds, way more than once.

This why he was so driven into hunting down those team rocket members.

This has always been his escape valve, there simply were no words that could possibly describe what he felt right afterwards them. It was silence- a sensation similar to peacefully falling asleep at the softest bed ever immaginable.

However, what happens when his access to it is lost?

Ever since he stepped down from the champion’s role - effectively killing all of his ties to the Interpol months ago, as well as his marriage finally catching up to him. He found himself forced to create an alternative to it.

And his reunion with who he assumes to be a lover from a distant past, fit his needs like a glove.

Poor Morty - he couldn’t have possibly foresee this outcome, right?

It didn’t take long for him to get a taste of these violent bursts firsthand, the main target of these attacks? His small and cramped appartment, everything inside of it had been completely trashed- smashed to pieces. And the man - the love of his life, simply stood in the way of his wrath.

Without any shred of fear, for what would happen to him.

Love had blinded him, immune to everything that man could possibly do to him. Despite all the bleeding which stained the bedsheets, and tears of sheer pain that had been shed. Nothing seemed to truly faze him.

Even if Lance adored to push his limits, to find how far he can go- without taking his lover’s life.

He has no intention in killing him.

Rather, he want to feel that soothing sensation- that same sensation of peacefully falling asleep.

As his hands roughly pull on the scarf, that is tightly wrapped around Morty’s neck. Holding it there, as he chokes the other- watching over those bright purple eyes go dull until he allows the other the ability to breath. Just a little more, and he swears - he could snap that neck right there.

“Once more Morty... We’re not done here...”

[sterlingsilverchampion]

Soul and Spirit (Writober Day Six)

Most would assume that the man would have passed on due to negligence from climbing a too-steep of a cliff, or a cave-in accident that would crush his body beyond recognition. The fact is that- Steven would not die from either of those. Rock and stone have been something he has researched beyond anyone else for many, many years.

He knew his way around mountains and caves. He knew how to scale waterfalls and to find fallen stars.

However... what he wouldn't be able to do is read the changes in his body even after he gets older and older.

The affects of smoking would cake his lungs, and the weight of stress would be too much for him to bare. Experiencing a sense of overloading, even his Metagross couldn't help him sort out his thoughts as he would lay down and feel himself pass on into the next world. His body staying, and his Metagross staying with it- until it, too, would pass on to follow its Master.

Steven's soul is not a vengeful kind. He has always been a wandering, free spirit. Despite being chained into a place where it would suck his energy dry, the man never ceased to live his dream in doing what he loved! Therefore, he would pass on peacefully. There would be no need for him to turn into a 'vengeful spirit'.

Of course, after Steven would pass on- there would be a note with a gift waiting on his desk for the protag to see and read. A personal note of how he was proud of them, and that they had given him a chance to explore more than just the bonds between man and pokemon.

Inside the gift would be an Alexandrite gemstone. A symbol of good luck, good fortune, and most importantly- love. Something that he had fount within the very stones he had collected and researched since he was little.

[forgxtmxnot]

Writober day 17 - Transformation

Finnesse above anything else.

“Don’t be fooled... Nobody has any real saying in regards to what happens within the contest scene. We do what we must in order to keep our titles and honor intact.”

'Welcome ladies and gentlemen! From Lilycove’s contest hall we present your night with the hyper rank’s competition! Tonight 4 incredibly talented contestants compete for the beauty ribbon! Awarding them the opportunity to move on to the next stage! Stay tuned in for the whole thing!’

Juan had arrived early at his changing room within the backstage in order to get all the preparations done for the showcase. Despite winning the previous contest, that had taken place during daytime, he had next to no time to celebrate his most recent addition to the ribbons collection.

In fact, he had completely forgotten to remove it from Grosvenor - the beautiful red ribbon with the golden adornment on it.

After all, for his next act, he needed to make sure- it would blow the mind of the crowd.

Now, since from the begining, his relationship with Leon- the Horsea had never been the smoothest one. And although all the trainning he has done, including evolving him into a Seadra very recently, things still needed to be worked on. Despite that it seemed to not have affected his winning streak so far, and he will make sure it wouldn’t brake this chain of events.

As such he was more than thrilled when he found a parcel at his chair in the changing room, something that he waited to be left alone- in order to open it.

Lo and behold, inside of it there was the final piece for his composition. There was the so desperately needed dragon scale for his Leon. A huge grin had formed in his face, as he approached the water tank his pokemon currently found itself swimming in.

The thing had immediately caught his attention, but not for all the good reasons. He knows exactly what it is, and what it is meant for. Leon had just barely get used to this new body- by the looks of it... That still wasn’t the end for him.

Leon should be feeling thrilled about this, to finally reach his final form. This was it! However, something about it felt odd.

The way his Juan was looking at him... Surely he wouldn’t do something that could actually harm him... Right?

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Finally the contest had begun.

Juan alongside with other 3 contestants had got up on stage to perform before the judges.

The first round went smoothly without any hitches! To no one’s surprise, Juan had stolen the spotlight to himself with Leon’s showcase. Both trainer and pokemon looked impeccable, flawless- the crowd went crazy for the the duo of rising stars.

With the first round out of the way, the battles could finally begin.

The first one was an easy and swift win for them, the timer was still running when the opponent’s pokemon had been knocked out.

Now he found himself face to face with the last obstacle to his next acquisition- Juan was so focused on the prospect, that the signs of something wrong happening with his partner flew right past him.

Was the evolution approaching? Was he aware how the process' time could be shortened- if he fed a special kind of candy to the Seadra while holding the Dragon scale? Did he even know about the possibilities of any side effects to it?

Yes and no at the same time.

As such, when the time for the second battle came- Leon was already starting to feel the effects of the forced evolution onto him. The stress his body was being put into, all while having to follow his trainer’s orders, on top of making sure he was pleasing the judges and not get himself knocked out by the opponent’s pokemon was quite the combination.

The dragon scale he was holding onto this entire time had merged into his flesh, showing that the evolution had already started. It was painful, extremely unpleasant- it was like his flesh was going to burst out of his scales.

They had been given 5 minutes for this battle, and at the very end of it, the evolution had reached its peak.

But no one could have expected THIS outcome.

The strategy here was to stall- waste time away from the timer, that was under one minute counting the seconds for it all to end.

The bright light enveloped Leon’s body, the body’s size and shape were the first noticeable transformations. Everyone was expecting to be greeted to the sight of a beautiful and graceful Kingdra to emerge from the bright coccoon, but what everyone witnessed- left them all with a ghastly image.

The crowd immediately went quiet, as the timer had finally stopped. It was shocking in a horrifying way, no one could process exactly what stood on the stage.

As expected, Leon couldn’t fully achieve the final form’s look, his body wasn’t ready for it. There still were Seadra’s spikes and bits hanging on the fresh and exposed flesh, they didn’t break off from it completely. A few pieces started to fall off from it, but they only made everyone feel sick- witnessing it. It was like the Seadra had died, so the Kingdra could emerge from the carcass.

However this wasn’t as shocking for the judges, in fact this happened oftenly within the contest scene. Forcing an evolution, by the rules this isn’t illegal. It was immoral, but stood in a grey area for the contest scene.

As such, despite the horror show that Juan had brought on stage.

He was awarded the beauty ribbon.

However, it was something that Juan came to regret from using it on his Leon. For the following weeks, he would try to ammend what he had done to him by giving him his time to develop whatever needed more time for required.

But the damage had been done, and Leon went from a restless and feisty Seadra- into an extremely loyal and quiet Kingdra.

“Tu n'étais pas comme ça bébé ... Pardonne-moi.“

[forgxtemall]

Writober day 28 - Midnight

// Let’s start this day’s prompt by focusing on these two, which are the easiest ones. I’ve mentioned and talked to some extent, how Rowan and Drake are mirrored/opposite images from each other. From their looks, even their personalities.

Rowan’s calm and collective nature, would be replaced by Drake’s short fused and impulsive one.

Making him unsuitablefor the position of a professor and schollar, for starters- he wouldn’t even have the patience to go through his researches or even dealing with his assitents. Overall the scientific field, isn’t the ideal place for someone like him.

His once dread for pokemon battles, would turn into a passion- seeing how this is the best place to put this nature into good use.

Togekiss- which can be considered his go to pokemon, would have his spot taken by Infernape.

His sweet tooth, would also be dropped in favor of an addiction to alcohol and tobacco- only making his temper issues even worse.

Drake on the other hand, would embrace the calm- collective and most importantly patient traits. Where very few things would be capable of getting under his skin, or even make him raise his voice. No longer showing any signs of being a violent man. Somewhat resembling mr.Briney’s usual demeanor.

However, considering the fame he has garnered himself throughout the decades and the fact his pokemon are actually driven by hatred towards him. This no longer is a safe environment, for someone who won’t fight back- or try to avoid confrontation. As such, Drake no longer would be capable of maintaining his Sailor job- nor his elite four member position.

It’s uncertain what he would be capable of doing for a living, this late into his life. His illiteracy, only further contributes to this issue. Probably join mr.Briney as a fisherman, although rest assured- since he is quite rich he most definetely won’t be going through any financial issues.

As expected, Salamence is out of the question. Meaning Altaria would be the one to take his role as the signature pokemon.

Drake would develop a sudden sweet tooth- forcing him to drop both alcohol and smoking addictions, but it isn’t something easy. After all he has always been a heavy drinker. But at least, this means he may gain some much needed weight for once in his life.

// This one may be surprising, but the best next personality swap- might be between Lance and Palmer.

Lance would become a humble man, a genuine, caring and pleasant company. People may actually come to enjoy his presence. He would be someone that could brighten up the mood of those around him. In fact, I think the biggest change on him, would be the lack of any violent drive or need for it.

For his family, the changes aren’t quite noticeable or not as clear. It is at the League and the other nobles, that would spot the changes right on. And that would actually be a trouble for him, his surrounding suddenly becomes a threat to him. As from left and right, people will try to turn against him. Meaning for his own safety, he would have to let go of his champion role, involvement with the Interpol and take charge of his clan’s duties a lot sooner.

Interestingly his signature pokemon, wouldn’t change. It would remain Dragonite, due to their extreme tight and powerful bond between each other. Something that would never change, no matter what.

His relationship with his arranged fianceé, on a surface level wouldn’t change. But he would try as best as he could, break the illusion that he loves her- so the girl at least can become aware of what awaits in their marriage.

As for Morty? He would be extremely confused by the change, he might even think Lance is mad at him. But the truth is that- Lance would be trying to ammend, to the horrors he has done to him. It would be the end of their relationship, but trying to show him how there is still a long life ahead of him.

Palmer’s changes wouldn’t be pretty. He becomes a cold, bossy, manipulator and liar man. A superiority complex develops within him, as he makes his place at the frontier into his throne.

From there he starts having affairs with other women, embracing his infidelity to his wife. And he has the guts to keep liying to her- all while distancing himself from her and his son.

If that wasn’t enough, Palmer has started to have destructive outbreaks as a means to relief himself. Effectively trashing his home at the fight area, and even his office at the frontier.

Interestingly the environment is perfect for this new personality, and behavior. He thrives within this place like this, and the other frontier brains can’t do anything about it- but follow Palmer’s words. One thing is certain though, their respect and loyalty to him have been lost.

Palmer’s Dragonite would no longer be his signature pokemon, his soft and sensitive nature is unsuitable for him. He would be replace by his Milotic, who tends to have a more neutral stance.

As his marriage goes downhill, so does his relationship with his son. Who is still blindly idolizing his father, completely oblivious to everything he does. It won’t be until he becomes a frontier member himself, that he receives his wake up call. His image of him would be shattered, and he just wouldn’t be able to stand being near Palmer- forcing him to ultimately move to Johto. This will hurt him, more than he wishes to admit.

// And lastly we have the swap between Morty and Riley!

Riley would go through a drastic transformation. He becomes quite the moody individual, but at the same time- he is honest, reliable, loyal and a trustworthy person.

As such, he would try to end his relationship with Byron as quit and amiable as possible. Mainly because he no longer can stand liying and deceiving him like this, but also because he can’t find the man anymore attractive either. Finally putting an end to the torment he was putting both Roark and his father under.

From there- he shows himself to be quite the hard working man, as he would be trying to get his life together after his break up with Byron. Since he was living off the guy. Riley would no longer be seeking out a luxurious lifestyle, instead his aim would be at a simpler one. In fact, he might even try to reconnect with his adoptive family and return to them. He might end up becoming a pokemon breeder, at an actual daycare.

However, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Riley would find himself in a similar state as Morty, as in- a part of his life energy is missing. This will no doubt, affect his aura usage. In fact, he might no longer be even considered an aura user.

Unfortunately this puts him at risk, around certain of his pokemon- as he wouldn’t be able to effectively control them. Especially Ajax, his signature Lucario. Which, for his own safety will either have to be thrown at the Storage system, nevermore to be called out. Put down due to his savage behavior, or abandoned. From there, Riley’s next best choice, might be the Metagross he received from Byron.

Another drastic change to him would be his loss of interest on Sir. Aaron altogether, as well as his immense disgust and hatred- on himself for being an aura user. Or well, a deffective one- considering what his current state is.

The first big thing to change on him, would be the fact that he has recovered his lost energy. Meaning he is capable of using his clairvoyance.

Morty becomes someone extremely untrustworthy, flirtacious/seducer, a liar, a manipulator. But it is all covered up by a fine layer of friendliness- honestly from an outside standpoint, most may realise- how far friendlier he has become. Although, it won’t do anything while at his job- considering his awful relationship to his colleagues, who will see that as nothing more than an attempt to trick them.

His disgust- hatred about himself over his powers, are long gone. Now replaced with an admiration, a curiosity... An obsession over what he may be capable of doing with his abilities. That is when he finally, starts having visions about the future- he eventually is up to the same level as his ancestor, Matsuba.

Speaking of him, somewhere down the line he learns about his existence and their bloodties. Driving him to develop an obsession over the formidable ancient clairvoyant.

It doesn’t take long for him to lose interest in working as a gym leader, he ditches his work in favor of seeking out powerful- influential and rich men for him to sleep with and date. As he now aims for a luxurious lifestyle, something that he deems worthy for himself.

Needless to say- Gengar is no longer his signature pokemon, due to his childish, playful and spoiled behavior that Morty deems unacceptable for him. And so- his next best option, is Cofagrigus.

[melemeleguardian]

Writober2k19 - Day 7

There is no superstition to get rid of me, unfortunately.

Come one come all. Have you heard? Tapu Koko is giving away free blessings. But be warned, he also might curse you depending on who you are. Also, be warned that blessing can also really be a curse in disguise as well.

Really it’s all up to Koko and his capricious.

So what are you waiting for? Step up to the Alter and receive your blessing... If you dare!

[timebranded]

Azalea

You may be wondering what Lucas would be doing in Azalea Town, in front of Slowpoke Well, in the middle of the night. Surely that would be a recipe for disaster, but he had lost a bet with Barry. He had to toss this stone into the well to see what happened as a result. 

The item in his hand looked suspiciously like an Odd Keystone, but Lucas wasn’t too worried. He had only heard about a few places to find a Spiritomb, but the Slowpoke Well wasn’t one of them. Surely nothing would happen, right?

...Just to be safe, he brought his Furret with him. Scout was the best competitor against Ghost-types, after all.

She fidgeted by his side as Lucas got ready to toss the stone into the well. “Alright...on the count of three. One.....two....”

Then he did it. The Keystone fell into the well, and Lucas stayed until he could hear something like a clatter - the stone hitting the bottom. After a few seconds, Lucas let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I guess that’s that. C’mon Scout, let’s get out of here.”

“Fur!”

It was when they turned to leave that they heard something coming from within the well. Something that sounded like groaning. And laughter, and screams, and-

They turned around, and just in time to see a swirl of darkness slowly rising from the depths of the well. They were soon met with a sinister grin and a wicked laugh - there was a Spiritomb here all along!

Lucas was petrified, but thankfully Scout was the one to take action - she didn’t fear Ghost-types!

It was a relatively short battle - not because Scout was stronger than the Spiritomb, but because Lucas actually ended up catching it. What else was he supposed to do, let it stay and possibly wreak havoc on Azalea Town?

[hisvanity]

writober 2019: deepest fears.

i don’t have it in me to do a drabble like everybody else does but this prompt still got me thinking so here comes a post in the format that i enjoy most: a giant meta.

wallace fears a lot of things. he fears the oncoming environmental crisis--sometimes he hates being young in such a trying time, because he honestly wishes he doesn’t have to be alive to see the entire world go to shit; he’s doing everything he can to fight against climate change, but he feels that it won’t be enough. he fears that things will get worse for his people, and that he won’t be able to protect them like a champion should. none of these are his deepest fear, however. underlying all these fears is his overarching fear of failure. 

he knows he’s failed hugely and publicly when he was younger--snapping at @deedeerling‘s professor juniper for example. he has recent examples of failure too (remember last year at the wallace cup with @cacturnefortheworse‘s harley? that was a shitshow). and then he also blames himself for team aqua reawakening kyogre and sootopolis flooding--he feels like he should have been able to stop the whole thing himself, and even though it was honestly the entire league’s fault that they needed a ten-year-old to bail them out he feels like he bears the most responsibility for it. he has literally lived his deepest fear, over and over and over again. this hasn’t inured him to the prospect of failure: instead, it makes him fear failure even more. 

because what will happen next time he fails? what if he makes a mistake that he knows he can’t come back from? it’s not just going to be him and his reputation that get hurt. failing hurts his pride, which he obviously cares a lot about--in his depressive moods, he feels like he’s not as great as he thinks he is if he keeps failing. worse still, he feels that if he fails, he lets down entire people groups--be they indigenous sootopolitans, gay people, hoennese citizens, or, heck, even all of humanity (because i guarantee you if pokéarth falls apart, he’s gonna blame himself unfairly for the whole thing.) sometimes the weight of that burden makes him wonder if he should be a league member at all, and he would leave his post…except for the fact that he sees quitting as a failure too. if he quits, he lets the haters win, and there’s no way he can live with himself if he does that. there’s literally no way out from this fear for him. there’s no escape.

he talks to very few people about his fear of failure, because it’s something that he doesn’t want to admit. he rarely talks to his mother about it, because he feels like she just says the same unhelpful campy shit every time. and he NEVER talks to his dad about it because his dad is a blunt realist who only seems to want to ram into his head that he WILL fail and he MIGHT fail at the biggest things in his life and there’s nothing he can do about it. (granted, his dad said that he would love and support wallace even if he DID fail, but…couldn’t he try to be a bit more comforting?) two people who have helped him through this are bliss’s cynthia (@shironandina) and lotus’ yuugetsu wheeler (@lunarisvesperaregina), which i will go into below.

he hasn’t said much to cynthia about this, but he has said more to her than he has to some of his fellow champions because he feels that cynthia has a calming presence, which makes him trust her. he has talked to her about his fears of big world issues not being resolved and played it off as professional concerns. as a league member, it is after all his job to protect his part of the world, and it’s only natural that two league members would discuss their worries about the world around them. still, however, he’s said enough that cynthia will one day get the sense that this fear of his is more than is normal.

yuugetsu, on the other hand, is closer to the truth: that his fear of failure runs deeper than simple fear of failing at his job. he never wanted her to know so much about this issue, as she is still a child and he is an adult and he finds it unseemly as a 29 year old man to vent to a 16-17 year old kid. but he conflates her accomplishment with maturity sometimes, and has accidentally let things slip. he also suspects the truth that one of yuu’s biggest fears is failure, which makes her more relatable--he knows he’s not alone. the two of them have since been trying to help each other with their fears, but in a roundabout way. each tries to drop hints that they know the other fears failure. but when each does so, the other’s pride kicks in and they deny, deny, deny. it’s a long road before they’re finally honest with each other about this, but they’ll get there. eventually.

[heartbxnd-blog]

Writober day 21 - Fester

// You know what? I’ve got to touch a bit on this subject, in an earlier drabble.

The 1st one to be more precisely.

Certainly- if Morty hadn’t had his accident with the Shedinja, then he would’ve an even larger number of festering thoughts. In a sort of way this could be seen as though some weight had been lifted off him, but it is his lack of memories- that bothers him quite a lot.

His loss of memory is also accompanied by what he can remember about himself, make up the majority of these sorts of thoughts.

If he had dated someone during his teen years, guilty and the recollection of their time together. Would be added to the list of festering thoughts.

The very first person he would come forward about these thoughts, would be Eusine. Mostly because, at the time- he was the only one who seemed to know him- better than Zuki did.

After speaking about what appeared to be memories, he was able to tell- how these things most definetely took place prior to meeting him. This type of talk was definetely odd, considering how they both- had yet to become close to each other- despite that. It seemed like Morty had no problem sharing these things, to him.

Morty really wished he could draw some kind of timeline of these memories, they most definetely aren’t pleasant onces- by any means. But it doesn’t mean, he wouldn’t want to know the context or something like that.

So far, Eusine has been the only person who he entrusted about these memories and thioughts about his past.

Throughout the years, Morty has learned ways to try and always keep his mind busy with something. Anything to never bring these thoughts back up. Otherwise, when they kick in- Morty tends to shut off completely from the rest of the world until that is over.

Despite being disowned, only remembering haunting pieces of his past- Morty finds himself unable to truly let go of his family.

[refractment]

Writober 2019 Day 20: Seven of Sins

Envy. Jealously. It eats at Nova like a snorlax chows down at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Yes, he hasn’t been in Alola long. Yes, he’s a mishmash of two species that make people uncomfortable. But stumbling across so many interconnected people with very strong relationships — while people continue to be wary of him — leaves a hole in his heart. Or, rather, his core. Nova usually has enough self-control to keep his thoughts to himself. But it’ll lead to him going and sulking on the beach.

He tries to counter the envy with kindness. In his mind, he Nova believes that the way to try and overcome people’s concern is by doing good deeds. Though he’s sometimes chased away before he can do anything, Nova doesn’t want to give up and will keep trying to look for friends.

[bxrryjxn]

Writober day 8 - Imagination

When we started...

Feat: @littlesilverplatinum‘s Hikari

“I did the right thing- didn’t I? She really was the only one who could’ve stopped it all...”

Admitedly these daydreams started long before they even set out from Twinleaf town- Hikari wasn’t just his best friend to him for a long time, the cupid did his thing- and he had been shot by a love arrow.

She was beautiful, somehow always looking stunning in his eyes. On top of being such a good friend- in fact, she most definetely is the best person he has ever met in his life so far (so caring, so gentle, so lovable.). If those two reasons weren’t enough to justify falling for her, then her battle skills would seal the deal for him.

The way she battled him with her pokemon- her commands, the timing! It was almost as if she were the living embodiment of his father’s teachings. After every battle- Barry was always left slightly flustered, at a complete loss for words in regards to what he had just witnessed and gone through.

Despite losing every battle with Hikari so far in their journey, he was never put down by it- if anything he only felt even more motivated to keep his chin up and continue aimming to give his best.

The boy dreams of owning all the 8 badges, he dreams of facing the Elite four and becoming the champion alongside Hikari.

He dreams of flattering her with his battle skills- stealing her heart! Have her falling for him! He dreams of a love confession from her!

... He can accept an improvision of it of course, by the looks of it- she has already left him awestruck by these battles... More than once.

In fact- the one point in this journey, he felt the closest to spill everything out to her was at the pokemon contest they both got to compete against each other back at Hearthome city. Everything about that girl was shinning to him- truly, that ribbon belonged to her from the moment she stepped on stage.

Hikari felt like a dawn, the moment the sun shows up in the sky, in his life.

Comforting, supporting, soothing, inspiring- something that couldn’t do any wrong.

This is why after they both defeated Mars and Jupiter together, instead of using the leftovers of his healing items- he opted to tend to her pokemons’ wounds. His faith and hope had been deposited on her.

“Now you go, and kick that lunatic’s ass Hikari!”

... And come back safely.

He had no clue what happened shortly after his departure.

He didn’t stay to watch Cyrus’ madness unfold, nor the portal to the distortion world to be opened, nor Giratina’s reveal and especially not the moment his beloved Hikari stepped into that world.

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It is only after Barry steps out of Sunnyshore’s gym that he catches wind of the news, the 8th badge is still sparkling new in his hand- but his mind wasn’t in tune with his achievement at all.

Not when the news on a TV at the pokemon center is reporting on the Mt.Corotnet incident- Cynthia, the champion who had ventured into the distortion world was fine- and talking to the press. But- where is Hikari?

Immediately he feels his chest tighten, his eyes widen- with tears starting to form.

He couldn’t believe in what he was hearing.

‘I regret to inform, but the trainer who accompanied me through the portal- Hikari Otsu... Didn’t make out of it. She died in an accident that was out of my control...’

Right there- his world stopped for a long moment, he couldn’t hear nor feel anything. As all of his memories with her played right there, in front of his eyes- her voice is still crispy and clear within his mind.

He didn’t even realise that people were staring at him, they were all looking at this crying child. Who- as soon as he returns to himself, and realises it simply darts out of the establishment.

There is no longer a dream- his dream ended right there.

Screw the pokemon League, his badges, his accomplishments- what is the point on them? If Hikari is no longer with them?

The boy- who was described as being energetic, who couldn’t stand people being slow- not even in the slightest. Would take a slow regress to back home- taking his time with heading back home.

Eventually within two weeks, he made it to Twinleaf town- which honestly hurt the most to him. Everything about this place- reminded him of her. Barry took a painstakingly slow walking pace towards his home, once by the entrance he knocked on the door- and would be immediately greeted by a much needed tight hug from his mother.

“Ma... She... She... Hikari is...”

“Shh... I know... I know sweetheart...”

Her touch and words are soothing and calming by nature- allowing him to cry on her shoulder, like the child- that he really is.

But having to mourn the love of his life’s passing like a man.

[wxtaru]

Writober day 10 - Funeral

Death of an idol.

Please read this post here! It will serve as some kind of background info for it.

“You died just like him. So abruptly, without any grace- did you get the same realisation as him about yourself? Your purpose?Or perhaps... What kind of thoughts haunted your mind?”

The announcement had been made early in that morning, and within a matter of minutes the entire continent was talking about it.

Radio stations picked up on the news, TV broadcasts interrupted, the day’s newspaper that had just been printed as well as all the social medias on the internet were blasting it. In both Johto and Kanto alike- it would be the following days’ subject.

Everything stopped because of it.

'The head of the Wataru clan, Lance. Who used to be the Leader of the Elite four members in the Indigo plateau, and a few years later became both regions’ champion. Has been pronounced dead by this morning, at the age of 40, the cause of death hasn’t been disclosed yet by the family. Goldenrod’s news station send our condolences to his relatives and those close to him.'

‘What an awful news listeners! We have just been informed about Lance’s passing, this morning! There still isn’t any details about that, but we’ll have to wait and see about that. But this is even worse- if we take into consideration how close to due his wife is- according to some sources. Oh- wait? She had given birth this morning as well?’

‘Guys! Guys! Im shaking!!! I can’t stop crying!!! ICB my idol!! 😭😭 Im gonna have to take the day off. Yall I can’t handle this! #RIP#Fabulance’

However all of this wouldn’t last much, as quietly from behind the scenes- the clan was trying to shut down anyone who was talking about it. It is a similar thing they did, when the previous head of the clan- abruptly died all those years ago.

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While both regions worked through the loss of their hero, the family conducted their traditional ritual. From preparing the corpse- dressing him up in a traditional outfit, cover any noticeable scars on the body, giving the impression that Lance was actually in some sort of peaceful slumber.

No one needs to know the condition his corpse had been found.

They made sure to not inform the mother of the future heir about the passing of her spouse, thankfully it wasn’t too difficult- considering how she had given birth not in a hospital- but in her family’s state. Completely alienated, from the outside world.

Meanwhile his bed of flowers had been thoroughly put together by priests, and relatives. Once it was completed, they both would be united within the Dragon den’s heart. Where the corpse would be gently laid upon it.

Once the entire family had been gathered up, the ceremony could start. The cleansing ritual lasted the entire day, countless priests attended to the funeral- from all over Johto as well as maidens who assisted in it.

Halfway through the ceremony, a tag would be sticked to the deceased’s face- covering it up completely. Salt- herbs- gold were poured all over the body throughout the whole thing.

Finally, by the sunset- the relatives were allowed to approach the body one last time and say their very last words to the deceased.

Many tears were shed for him from aunts, uncles, nephews and cousins alike. However- the most important thing to come out of this, was Clair’s turn. She was being accompanied by her husband, who remained in respecting silence the entire time- trying to offer comfort for her.

The blue haired woman would be immediately flooded by the memories of their childhood together, from growin up together- so close to one another to how things ended up throughout the years. However- since she was capable of holding back her tears, she was perhaps- the only one that noticed the bandages covering specific parts of his body.

Lance always used subtlety to let her know, there was so much more. And even now- in death, he is still doing the same thing.

‘Despite growing up with you, I don’t think I ever truly knew who you were this entire time.’

Clair murmured to the corpse, as she carefully placed over his hands an empty pokeball- the one that used to hold Stadmitte, his very first Dratini- the most loyal and powerful of all Dragonites he owned throughout his life.

Once the last relative had their turn with the corpse, the neatly crafted bed of flowers was lit on fire- cremating the body in the process. Everyone stood there and watched the flames, consume the whole thing.

While Clair watched over it in silence, she can’t help but feel a weird presence within there- so for a brief moment she looks to her side. And for a split second, she swears she had just seen Morty- her former coworker, the one that went missing months ago, standing right by her side.

The sighting only lasted the blink of her eyes- but it was enough to send shivers run down the woman’s spine, and freeze right there- unable to look back at her cousin’s funeral.

Why here? Why was she the only that saw him there? What’s the correlation between him and Lance? Was there anything at all?