#also gonna go through some open starters once I'm home

[flambxyant]

@ivycovestarters

molly was very much known to be the life of the party ... the center of attention. but, these days, he came to appreciate the quiet more than he ever thought he would. "oh, darling. I hope you don't mean to be subtle, because I hate to be the one bearing terrible news, but you make about as much sound as an elephant in a hut full of bells", that was definitely not a common saying. mollymauk figured that nobody besides him would actually say this. "do come sit, though. you seem awfully tired", their tone was laced with the usual honey-like sweetness (plus the thick irish accent, of course).

[mephiestophyl]

When You Come Back... ♥︎

Synopsis: You just hope that Caleb won't leave you behind.

(caleb x reader, sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, pre-skyhaven departure, unestablished relationship, reassurance, physical touch, use of nicknames: pip-squeak, one use of the word "brat", Caleb is also referred to as "Gege", no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, reader is mc, reader has abandonment issues, brief mention of zayne, reader is anxious, mention of the chronorift catastrophe, fuck you caleb for leaving RAGAGHH)

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The night before Caleb leaves for Aerospace Academy, you find yourself walking up to his bedroom door. He's finished up packing his things, double checking his luggage just in case he missed anything. He looks up as the door opens, catching the sight of you peering behind the door.

"Heya, pip-squeak. 'You having trouble sleeping?" He smiles up at you from where he's kneeling beside his things, his cheeks dimpling with fondness. The suitcase and duffel bag serve as a reminder to you that he's going to be gone soon, little stabs piercing your heart at the sight.

You realise that you didn't really have a plan of action before heading into his bedroom, too caught up in your emotions to have conjured up a conversation starter. It feels too vulnerable and intimate to expose your feelings about him leaving out in the open, but the knowledge that he was going to be gone soon won over your anxiety and drove you to seek out his company.

"Um, no.. 'Just wanted to see you, I guess."

Caleb, having manoeuvred around your attempts to deflect from the truth before, falls smoothly into his familiar role of coaxing you out of your shell. He smirks, and beckons you to sit next to him on the floor, tapping the ground with his hand.

"Oh yeah? Missing me already?" Caleb teases.

"No! I.. I just want to watch you fail at stuffing all your clothes in your bag." You accept his invitation to sit next to him, moving aside a stray tank top with your foot and taking the spot next to Caleb. "It looks fit to burst with how much you're trying to fit in there, Gege. Show your bag some mercy."

Caleb's teasing gaze melts into fondness, and then he lets out a sigh reminiscent of someone who just got back home after a long day of work.

"God, I wish I could. You don't know what that bag's been through to fit so much." Caleb shifts his gaze from the bag over to you, sneaking an arm behind your back, his hand landing gently on your hip and fitting you into the space between his arm and his side. You lean in instinctively, his warmth softening the stiffness in your body. Caleb rests his chin on top of your head and lets out another sigh, "I'm going to miss you, you know."

"I know."

Caleb huffs in amusement, "Good."

A brief moment of silence passes, words expressing things like, I'm going to miss you too, or even worse, Please stay, I don't want you to leave, remaining lodged in your throat. Hoping that your body is able to express feelings that words can not, you raise a hand to his chest and tug on his shirt. In response, Caleb lifts his chin from the top of your head and shifts slightly to look at you, letting out a short inquisitive, "Hm?"

"What are you going to miss the most about me?" You ask tentatively.

Caleb takes a moment to look at you, then slightly tilts his head up and closes his eyes, stroking his chin with his thumb in a dramatic display of pondering.

"What am I going to miss the most about you, huh? Hm..." He can't help but chuckle at your groan in response to his obnoxious posturing. He looks back down at you and pokes playfully at your forehead with his finger.

"Well, I'm certainly going to miss having a feisty little pip-squeak to tease when I'm bored."

"Hey! Is that all!" You accuse.

Caleb smiles and does his signature head pat that never fails to tousle up your hair.

"I'll only tell you what else I'm gonna miss about you once you tell me what you'll miss about your dearly beloved Gege."

You scoff at him, the momentary feeling of lightness in your heart then shifting into a heavy weight as you're faced with the reality of his soon-to-be absence. "Well... 'm gonna miss watching you do my chores while I eat the last of the ice cream from the freezer."

Caleb flicks your forehead in response, "Brat."

You giggle at his faked annoyance and shift from where you're seated against Caleb, turning around to face him fully, though momentarily missing his warmth.

"I'm also gonna miss beating you in video games on the TV, even though you know I hate when you lose on purpose."

"But you get mad at me when I win!"

You ignore his protest and carry on talking.

"I'll also really miss your cooking - especially your baking! I'm going to suffer from Gege's super special Apple Pie withdrawal while you're gone.."

"Heh, you sound like Zayne," Caleb teases.

The mention of Zayne stirred up a bitter-sweet feeling inside your heart. One minute, you two were having fun at an aquarium, and the next — nothing. He disappeared from your life without a word.

...Will Caleb do the same once he goes, too?

"Caleb..."

"Yeah, pip-squeak?"

"...You have to promise me something."

Sensing the serious undertone of your voice, Caleb pulls you closer to his lap, placing a hand on your lower back and lifting your chin with the other; his eyes an infinite well of kindness and patience that never runs dry, a hum leaving his mouth in a way that encourages you to go on.

"Once you leave, promise me you'll still message me. Promise you'll still keep in contact with me."

You think of the box hidden away in your room with a necklace that you bought using your savings, waiting to be revealed, and the message engraved on it.

"And..."

Lips trembling, you throw yourself onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you like second nature, enveloping him in a bone crushing hug, eliciting a grunt out Caleb. You take in his scent; the scent of home, baked goods, and warm hugs — safety.

"— Promise me you'll come back home. Whenever you can. Please."

A minute of silence passes, and then you suddenly feel Caleb pull you away from where you had buried your face in the junction between his neck and his shoulder. You're able to see his face clearly now, taking in his bewildered expression and furrowed brows. He cups the sides of your face with his hands, his palms anchoring you in this moment.

"Pip-squeak, of course I will. Never doubt for even a second how much you mean to me. You're my entire world, y'know?"

You nuzzle into one of his hands, a choked up whine leaving in your throat as he carries on.

"—When the disaster happened... from the moment you stuck to my side for months on end; I knew you were someone I would dedicate my life to protecting. At that time where I felt so aimless and lost and didn't know what to do or where to go — you were there to give me purpose, a reason to keep going."

Caleb brings your head toward his chest, and you cling to his shirt like he'll disappear if you don't hold on to him tight enough. He places his hand on your hair and runs his fingers through your locks, a wave of warmth washing over you.

"So of course I'll keep in contact, of course I'll text you and call you and visit you and Gran. You don't have to tell me to do any of that. I'm always going to be with you — even if we're far apart from each other."

"Promise?" You say, slightly wavering as you look back up at Caleb, blinking through the wetness of your eyelashes, taken aback by his conviction.

Caleb lowers his head, resting his face on the top of your head, feeling his lips curl into a smile. The certainty behind his words buzzes through your skin and settles in your heart.

"I promise. I'll never leave you behind."

[starter-library]

THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS LYRIC STARTERS feel free to change phrasing/pronouns as you see fit

“Musicals tell the impossible (impossible) They evoke the philosophical”

“Should we kill him?”

“What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

“The apotheosis is upon us”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“You gotta believe in something, [name], you piece of shit”

“[Name] you piece of shit”

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roof and mountain tops”

“Yesterday is retroactive Got myself a new perspective”

“What the fuck was that?”

“I may not have a home but that's way okay”

“The world is my house, The dogs are my food”

“Uh, what's going on here?! I'm very confused and concerned by all this”

“Do you wanna save the planet?”

“What do you want, [name]? Tell me what you desire to see”

“So, what do you want, Paul? What's that one concrete goal that motivates all your actions?”

“I don't know, I want what anyone wants? Money, a partner? Kids, someday, maybe?”

“A man so vague just can't be trusted”

“D'you know what I want for myself? I've waited for so long to tell somebody else.”

“You're my muse, my source of light”

“[name] my love. I want you to choke me out at night”

“I want you to choke me while I jerk off”

“I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want anything?”

“Get your cup of roasted coffee”

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee”

“You better empty out all of them pockets but don't empty out all of them pockets”

“Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived”

“Do the things I say, I'm a cop”

“Put in your mouth and suck it!”

“Oh, [name], please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby!”

“God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once and free”

“You tied up my heart, You tied me down”

“Now break me open with your love and mercy”

“[name], baby! Apple of my eye! Don't you trust me?”

“I've effed up, [name], effed up with you”

“Will you ever forgive me? I'll crawl on my hands and knees”

“Oh fuck, I'm fading fast, I think you better come quick”

“I really don't wanna die alone in here. Time to say our goodbyes at the end of the road”

“This body's not gonna last, the air is cold and thick”

“You brought me back from the dead, [name]!”

“The time for chaos is long past overdue”

“Death isn't optional in fact it’s optimal”

“Join us and die”

“We're gonna kick your ass and then we're gonna Fucking kick your ass”

“I'm not your girl anymore”

“You left me out of your sight for one second and look what happens, nightmare time”

“No matter what you believe The apple's fallen far from the tree”

“It's not my fault anymore”

“Did you know that I wanted to live with you?

“Why does it hurt to love you? Why am I in pain?”

“If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there?”

“A show stoppin' number is something you die for”

“This song's pretty good, huh? I bet you didn't know I was also a composer”

“I've also been writing my own musical…Do you mind if I give you the pitch?”

“But those glory days, they're gone for good…Or are they?”

“Business calls, I'm up to my ass in shit. What is this business?”

“Last weekend feels like ages ago”

“I can't wait to get home to my boys”

“Come on, [name] We've got some catching up to do”

“There's only room for right and wrong”

“You can't run”

“You're staring down the gun 'Cause you're easily disposed”

“Did you hear the word?”

“Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?”

“There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through”

“Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams!”

“I’ve never been happy wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Is my integrity worth anything at all?”

“Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been”

“What if I told you I made it and this is the life that I chose?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Don't you want to see me happy? Is it so tragically wrong?”

“We must go on with the show it's inevitable”

“I found my calling you can do the same now”

[bodyswapmischief]

Swapping Sentences: Fit for Trial

(Hello, everybody! I hope you all like this story. It's one of a two part collaboration with the incredible @swap-meet. His part should be up within the coming day so, be on the look out. Without further to do here we go...)

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't know how it got to that point. But, I hated my life. I was trapped in a feeder - feedee relationship.

All I knew was that I never wanted that for my life. I missed being fit. Being able to do things I couldn't anymore. I missed going to work ... instead of sitting at home, watching tv and eating non stop. I misssd my old life. But over the course of the past 5 years, I've become just some kinky abomination for my boyfriend.

Mark was perfect at the start. He was very loving and always wanted to take me out to eat for our dates. It started with him encouraging me to eat little more. And once I moved in, he wanted me to stop going to the gym so, we could spend more time together. Before I knew it I had a starter gut.

That's when he said he had a feeder kink. But, I was so in love with him and how he treated me. I let him get me fat. As time went on, however; he becoming less loving. Eventually, he only saw me as a weird sex object. I became way fatter than I wanted. I told him I wanted to stop but he only became more aggressive. Telling me that one day he'll make me immobile. The worst part is I couldn't leave him. I was tied to him emotionally, socially, and financially.

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So, I did something crazy. I downloaded a new app called Mutual Swap. I knew nobody was gonna wanna be in my fat body, so I used an old picture of myself ... from before I started dating Mark. I felt bad about lying. But, it wasn't like I planned on making the swap permanent ... I just needed a break.

Then I met Jordan, through the app. His profile picture was incredibly hot. The way he drank in luxury. The way he leaned back, showing off his body. He had the life I wanted. And, I couldn't believe he wanted to swap bodies with me. But, to be fair, he was looking at an old picture of me. I didn't get my hopes up, though.

You see, Mutual Swaps has a safety feature that allows any of the people involved to end a swap earlier than the agreed upon time. So, I had tried swaping bodies before, through the app. But, as soon as someone saw they were in my real body, they swapped back, immediately. So with Jordan I thought, Fuck it. It's still worth a try. Even a second in some else's body was worth it.

I got comfortable and sat up in bed. And pushed the button, agreeing to the swap. I waited a few seconds. Then I saw that he also confirmed. My vision went black.

As, I woke up. I looked around and I was in a beautiful hotel. My new body was perfect. I couldn't wait to have some fun. A few minutes passed and I was surprised that Jordan hasn't forced us to swap back. I thought I got lucky, with an an understanding guy. Until, there was a big bang at the door. The door cracks open, as police swarm my room. At that moment, I realized why he didn't swap back. He didn't want to go to jail.

"Jordan Rogers you are under arrest." They proceeded to handcuff me. They read me my rights. But, I tried to explain the situation, to them. I begged them to search the phone. However, the asshole set a timer to digitally fry it. Everything was scrubbed off the phone, including the app and all our talks of setting up the body swap.

Jordan obviously pissed them off. They are treating me like I'm one of the worst people on earth. They keep telling me I'm going away for the rest of my life. Everytime I try to tell them the truth, about the body swap ... I get roughed up. They think I'm trying to build an insanity case. But, I just want my body back. I can't survive prison. I don't even know the crimes I'm paying for, but they can't be good. My trail is gonna start next month. So, I guess that is when I'll learn the crimes I'm being made to pay. Now, I'm just sitting in a jail cell wishing I never downloaded that app, in the first place.

[robinplayspokemon]

pokemon blue, day 1: pallet town & viridian city

as soon as i booted up the emulator my fiancx installed for me on vir 3ds xl and saw that glorious 8-bit opening cinematic, i was hit by a wave of intense nostalgia.

i remember when i was in grade school and this tiny, colorless screen transported me to another world. i remember collecting trading cards even though i barely ever actually played the card game? i remember being excited about trips to the mall or more boring stores because of the mere possibility that i might take home some cool pokemon merch. among my favorites were these dumb clear bouncy balls that had little figurines of the pokemon encased inside? i loved those stupid things.

so. what i've decided to do with this side blog is take my time going through every single bit of major pokemon media. every mainline game (and some of the spinoffs). every episode of the anime. the manga that i've seen on shelves at bookstores but never read a single page of. i'm just going to take my time soaking it all up. reliving everything i loved as a kid, filling in the gaps of what i missed out on, just... experiencing everything pokemon has to offer, roughly in chronological order.

like the little tiny sprite that represents me in the game, i'm taking my first steps on a journey that's much bigger than i am. i named my character robin (of course), and i named my rival tori (after one of my fiancx's headmates/the name ve uses when in a more boyish mode), because what else am i gonna name my bully???

after that, it's time to pick my first companion on this journey, and as much as i love all three starters in first gen, there is just an obvious right choice.

(i named him flare.)

this left my rival/bully with an obvious choice of vir own:

we battled, i prevailed, ve sauntered off to start vir own pokemon journey, i did all the early game errands we all do at the beginning of red & blue. i took my time on the path between pallet town and viridian city, making sure to catch both a pidgey (who i named gale) and a rattata (splinter). i also got some training in, raising my first companion up to level 9, earning him his first fire-type move, ember.

from viridian city i headed west towards the pokemon league, catching a nidoran♀ (queenie) & nidoran♂ (bowser), and once again encountering my rival who by this point had leveled vir squirtle up and also caught a pidgey. despite vir type advantage with squirtle, i once again prevailed. despite vir warning that the pokemon league wouldn't let me pass without all 8 badges, i went to have a look for myself only to be sent away. so back to viridion city i went, and then north to viridian forest.

i fought a few bug catchers, caught a caterpie (who i named mothra in honor of the beautiful butterfly she'll eventually be), and finally called it quits for the first day of my pokemon journey.

it is so freaking nostalgic playing this game again. i'm really looking forward to taking my time with it. for now, though, i'll leave you with all my new pokedex entries from this first day (minus charmander's, which i already shared earlier.)

[the-coffee-story]

Rise of the Forest God

Chapter 17 - Professor Tally Winchester

Winchester Hall was a beautiful, dark Victorian mansion á lá Addams Family that rested proudly upon the tallest hill around. The windows, grey with age and dust were tall and skinny and a rusted iron gate, with weathered carvings now indistinguishable rested half swallowed by dirt and uncut blades of long dry grass. The whole thing blended rather well with the crawling forest behind it.

The team was waiting by the gate, curious and giddy with half-numbed nervousness.

"Well, now I'm definitely interested," Walther commented, peeking through the towering, rusted gate. "This looks like it's haunted by at least three ghosts who died a horrible death. They never found the heads."

October laughed.

"Seriously October, imagine the Addams Family's mansion, now scale it down a little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't wait for Morticia to pop out."

"Well, Morticia was definitely not on the phone," Violet noted.

Suddenly, the carved, dark-oak door that rested comfortably in the centre of the home's front opened, and a young man peeked out, adjusting his glasses as he took a moment to assess the situation. After a few moments passed, he noticed the team waiting by the gate, waved to wordlessly grab their attention, and quickly scuttled over.

Tally Winchester was a medium-heighted, slender and bald individual with large, wildly blue eyes behind thick glasses and a countless amount of scattered silver piercings dotted in and around his earlobe. Despite the fact that it was it had just dawned early spring, his skin was sunburnt and tanned, as if he spent most of his days somewhere lost outside. He walked with a noticable limp, and Walther didn't need to wait long for an explanation, when a prosthetic briefly appeared between his worn brown converse sneakers and faded jeans.

"Hi!" He flashed a toothy smiled at the group and opened the gate. "Great to see you, I'm Professor Tally Winchester!" He shook everyone's hands as they trickled past. The sleeves of his petrol flannel were rolled up, revealing a rather out-of-place, faded tattoo of a crawling lizard and a bunch of old scars. "You can call me Tally though."

Violet held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Violet, we talked on the phone."

"Great to meet you all!" He grinned. "Are you coming inside?"

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"Before anyone asks, I inherited the house," Tally explained while leading them upstairs. "It's rotten and I hate it and the bills are a naked horror but I doubt I can find anything that has more capacities for a library." He opened a door. "Intrate, everyone."

"Remarkable," Doc commented.

Remarkable was indeed an understatemt. The room they'd entered was a library- with a beautiful brick fireplace and huge windows that let in the sparse afternoon sun, bookshelves brushed against the webbed ceiling and sunk into every wall. The floor was carpeted, through incredibly uncomfortable to walk on, and the furniture antique. One wall was plastered with photographs and notes.

"Nice," Walther mumbled, taking the second to once again soak in their surroundings.

Tally grinned, idly brushing aside pages and old notes compromised of incomprehensible scribbles and drawings. His teeth were somewhat crooked. "I didn't replace any of the furniture, but I did sell a chunk of the old books. There was just no space for mine." He closed the door behind them. "So anyway, you wanted to know about the cult?"

"There's been a bunch of murders in Forest Lane that were eerily similar to what it did, so yeah." Thasfield shrugged his broad shoulders. "We suspect the cult might be involved."

"Oh, I heard about that on the news!" Tally sorted the files on the table until he found what he was looking for. Then he looked up. His face was serious now. "At this point I'd like to admit I have a slightly selfish motivation in this."

"What is it?", Violet asked.

"You see..." Tally leaned against the table. "For context, I'm a history professor, but my focus is on cryptids and modern legends. Historical context, potential explanations, yada yada. A few years ago I stumbled across the legend of the Forest God."

Walther's face lit up. "Oh, I remember that story, my parents used to tell it to me when I was a kid! This one guy got lost in the woods, was found dead and after his funeral his reanimated corpse came home and his wife who loved him very, very much-" They side-eyed Violet and Coffee, who in turn glared back. "-couldn't accept that maybe it's not exactly normal that your husband's corpse is vibing around, then after a while he started killing people, then he killed her and then the neighbours buried him in an iron casket in the woods so he would stop randomly murdering people. Right?"

"You summed it up." Tally nodded.

"But who believes in that?!" Violet frowned. "I mean... it's just a legend, right? Somebody finally snapped, had a rough week or something, and people straight up believe his bullshit?"

"He came back from the dead and started murdering people, Violet," Doc commented.

She shrugged dismissively. "We've all been there."

"I don't want to meet you after a bad week," Tally remarked with mild discomfort, absentmindedly flipping through pages of notes and nonsense. "The existence of the man who allegedly became the Forest God is proven. His name was Eustace Wyndham and if you ask me he had rabies and some things were added for drama. But that's not even relevant, because the cult came almost a hundred years later." He slid around the table and opened another scattered file. "1969 they started to worship the Forest God. At first it was nothing special, you know, just the average college student nonsense." He held up an old photograph, subtle wonder in his eyes as he stared into it, before handing it to Walther. "Here, you can take a look at this! That's the entire cult. The guy in purple with the long hair is one of the founders. The other founder left in 1970 after getting a bad feeling about the whole thing. I caught him for an interview five years ago. Lovely guy, sadly died of cancer shortly after. It's a shame. You can pass the photo around! Notice how they're all wearing cow parsley wreaths. That was the flower associated with the Forest God and the flower scattered all over their murder victim's body, or rather what was left of it."

"All the victims had cow parsley in their mouth," Doc realized, dragging a hand up to rest in his soft ginger curls, staring blankly into the distance, thinking.

Tally nodded hastily. "Exactly! And now please look at what I found on my windowsill this morning!"

He limped over to the tallboy, half relying on the nearby furniture for support. Leaning down and throwing open a drawer, after a short while of sifting through papers and photographs, he took out something else. Then he held it up.

It was a wreath of cow parsley.

"That's....not good," Walther murmured after a long moment of stunned silence.

Tally nodded, twirling the flowers between his thumb and forefinger. "You get it. You know..." He leaned heavily against a dusty, worn table and heaved a small sigh. "When Wilhelm called me at first I was very sceptical of it all. I'm not a group project person, if you know what I mean. But this is just the tip of the ice berg and I have a feeling that I might be next, so I decided to work with you." He shrugged his shoulders.

While he'd been talking, Coffee had been furiously typing. He handed Tally his phone and Tally read it out loud.

" 'How about we use you as a bait?' Um... Can you...can you please explain what exactly you mean? That doesn't sound particularly safe-!"

He handed Coffee's phone back to him, paranoid he might accidentally drop it, and the detective started typing an answer, this time with significantly more determination.

Hear me out. So my idea was basically that tonight we let the killer come, but were going to be prepared. In other words, we gather a big group that's going to protect you, and we're going to arrest the murderer once he's here. What do you think?

Tally hesitated for a short moment and chewed his lip, opening his mouth to reply, then closing it again.. "I mean... I guess you have a point, sooner or later he's going to get me either way."

"I mean, let's be real, you can't run forever," Thasfield said, leaning forwards. "Even if you move, it's still going to take a while, and judging by what we know you're being pretty actively stalked, so it's quite possible he'll just follow you and then you'll be killed by a Forest God in a hotel room in Central Graytown. Which probably makes for an interesting plotline in a noir film, but we're talking real life here and I highly doubt you're so keen on landing in the morgue anytime soon. Although the Doctor is an expert at autopsies."

Doc smirked.

".........yeah," Tally admitted. He sat down on the table and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that sounds...icky but realistic." He closed his eyes took a deep breath. "Alright. Who's gonna be on this team?"

Doc's phone's rang loudly to shake up their newfound confidence, and he excused himself, stepping back into the dusty hallway to take the call.

"I mean, most of us for starters," Violet said. "But I was also thinking of grabbing Gary Fox and Wilhelm. Strength in number, you know?"

Doc eventually came back to the group. His weathered face was stricken with subtle anxiety. "Bad news."

"What is it?", Walther asked.

"Alice found her mailman by the stables."

Walther frowned. "Okay, and what's so special about that?"

"His left arm was by the stables. The rest of him was scattered across the field."

"Dear God, is he okay?"

"He's okay, but he's dead." Doc turned to Tally, lowering his voice just enough. "Can we settle on tonight?"

Tally nodded. His sunburnt face had notably paled, turning his skin a somewhat pasty yellow. "Sure. What time are y'all coming?"

"Is five o'clock alright with you?"

Tally shrugged his shoulders. "Sure."

[saktetsu]

'LUST' Oikawa Tōru x Reader

Nekomimi, Metamorphoses, Adopted Sibling, !ncest, Mentions of Rape, Yandere Themes, Drugged

Today was the day that Oikawa Tōru comes back to Japan. He won't be staying for long, but at least [F/N] will be able to see her Older Brother once again.

"You look excited to see Tōru again" Her Mother exclaimed, chuckling softly.

"Well of course I am! I get to see Tōru nii again.." [F/N] had a smiled plastered on her face, as she waited for the Front Door to open.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Oikawa finally emerged from the door. He looked more mature now than he was back then. Without Hesitation, [F/N] jumped off the couch and ran straight into his open arms. It caused the setter to laugh from her sudden outburst of affection.

"Woah there [F/N]-Chan, did you miss me that much?" He teased, pinching her cheek slightly. Though she didn't care at all, all she wanted was to hug her dearest Brother that she missed so much.

"Alright, alright. [F/N] enough, let your Brother rest for a bit. I bet he's tired from the Flight" Their Mother chimed in with her hands on either side of her hips.

She pouted and eventually let go of Tōru with a soft 'hmph..' "Don't worry [F/N]~Chan! We'll be able to catch up after I settle in, mkay?" Tōru suggested with a head tilt, causing the younger girl to brighten up.

It may have been rude of him to stare at how her Booty Shorts would raise a little too high. Or how her shirt would squeeze tightly around her upper body. It's like she's tempting him to ruin her, to claim her. Even the thought of finally making his precious Little Sister his, had his tail straighten up from behind him.

Had she always looked this tempting? Had her ass always looked so plump and juicy? Whatever the case, he still couldn't fight back the urge to somewhat claim her as his own.

A few days passed by with Oikawa continuously bothering and hanging out with [F/N]. His personality didn't change much, but she could tell that he was a lot more serious.

Currently, she was in Class. Sitting along side her Best Friend Rinsuke and Sosuke. It was normal for them to Hang out before School ended. "Yo [F/N], I heard your Brother Finally came back from Argentina. How's that going for you?"

"Honestly, it's been great! I was able to catch up with him during the span of like- 4 days"

"4 days and you've already talked about everything? Sheesh, I'm not even surprised" Sosuke butted in, slurping his Milk quietly.

"Ya can't blame her for that though. They're pretty inseparable at this point." His twin added with a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Yer sure ya ain't got anything yer hiding from us Cupcake?"

"What.. Do you mean?" [F/N] asked with a curious tone.

"Ya know how he's one of those Nekomimi people?" She nodded. "Well for starters, ain't those kitties sniff shit that they own or somethin' like that?"

"And I'm also pretty sure that their kind not only possess the appearance of a cat, but their nature, and DNA too. Meaning they could sometimes act out by instincts alone." Sosuke finished Rinsuke's sentence, causing the other Twin to grumble by the sudden interruption.

"I was gonna say that Rin! Ya don't hafta butt in atta nowhere" Rinsuke continued to pout as his arms crosses over his chest.

"Whatever. But seriously [F/N], you've gotta watch out when you're with that Brother of yours."

"Pshh, what's he gonna do? Think I'm his mate? Sosuke, Rinsuke. He's my Brother, I doubt he'd even try to do anything but sniff me"

"Yer Adopted Brother" Rinsuke corrected, causing Sosuke to nod.

"Oh come on! Tōru nii isn't like that, I promise you" They both looked at each other and sighed.

"If you say so."

And just like that, School came to an end with a single bell. The Three walked out of their class together, waving goodbye to each and everyone of their Friends.

A few loud screams were heard from afar as they got closer to the exit if the School. They exchanged curious looks with each other before following the source of the noise.

"Oh my God! Oikawa-kun's here?! In Japan?!" One of the girls screamed out of excitement as she ran passed Rinsuke, Sosuke, and [F/N].

It startled [F/N], Oikawa had never picked her up from School before. (Due to his crazy schedule that was always packed with Volleyball.)

"[F/N]-Chan! There you are, I was worried that you might have gotten lo-" And there it was, the brief pause of his sentence as soon as he realized that she wasn't standing alone. Slowly, he pushed through his fans with a somewhat apologetic smile. His eyes narrowed, ear twitching from annoyance.

"Who are you?" The Question may seem innocent, but the tone of his voice was filled with venom.

"I- Uh- Rinsuke, sir.. And this is my Bro" Rin patted Sosuke's shoulder, causing him to flinch.

"Well, nice to meet you both but I must get going! And.." Oikawa walked a little closer to his relative, pulling her into his arms. "I'll be taking [F/N]-Chan with me"

Without another word, Tōru turned to walk away with [F/N] in his arms. She peeked behind her Brother, giving Rinsuke and Sosuke a small wave before they completely disappeared from view.

The walk home was quiet, yet Oikawa's arms were still wrapped around her smaller Figure. "Is something wrong Tōru nii..?"

"No, nothing's wrong. Don't worry [F/N]-Chan." She tried her best to struck up the conversation a bit more, but he gave either one word answers or stayed quiet. It felt unsettling, but [F/N] shrugged it off as soon as they reached the Front Door of their House.

"You better take a Shower right now" Was the first thing he mentioned as soon as they walked in, causing her to get startled a bit.

"Oh- uh- alright" [F/N] rushed upstairs and into her room, taking her clothes off slowly before popping herself into the shower.

Oikawa stayed downstairs, watching his previous games against other Teams. No matter how hard he tried to focus on the TV, he just couldn't. With the sound if the shower turned on, and [F/N] humming softly with the music in the background that she usually plays while cleaning herself up; it was hard to focus on anything but that.

Thoughts of her being exposed and freely displayed infront of him rushed through his brain. He knew it was wrong to think of her this way, but who was he kidding? He's fucking addicted.

The sound of the shower turning off caught his attention, meaning she was already done. Did time really fly by fast from all those thoughts? Either way, he couldn't care less.

She emerged from the stairs, descending slowly with her usual Home Outfit. The booty shorts he so feared that might break his last strand of self control, and her tank top that just fits perfectly against her body. It caused his ears to twitch ever so excitedly as soon as she plopped herself beside him without a word.

"Happy?" [F/N] let out as she took off the tow that wrapped around her hair.

Oikawa leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and eventually his tail descended from its straightened up posture. "Mm" He hummed.

"Why'd you want me to take a bath anyways? It's not like I was dirty or anything"

"You smelled like them." Tōru simply answered, his nose twitching from her sweet lavender scent.

"Hmmmm" [F/N] shifted slightly, putting a bit space between her and Oikawa. "Where's Mom by the way?"

"Oh right, I forgot to mention that she's over at a Friends house right now. Something about a Girls night out"

"Oh- pfft, typical, I can't blame her though. I would have also missed going out with my friends if I was always busy" He didn't reply, nor did he give some sort of answer. His eyes were still glued onto her face, taking in her beauty that he missed back in Argentina.

After a while of silence, he finally spoke up. "You should head to bed, you have Volleyball Practice tomorrow right?"

"Oh, yeah I do"

"Which Position did you obtain?"

"I got setter!"

Oh? So she did end up becoming the Setter of her Volleyball Team after all. "Why did you wanna become the Setter so badly? I mean, you're a great receiver. You should have chosen to become a Libero instead"

"I know, but.. I really wanna be just like you Tōru nii" [F/N] fidgeted in her spot, her eyes sparkled in the sight of her Older Brother. She looked so.. Vulnerable..

He took a sharp inhale, before breathing out. He wasn't gonna lie, it caught him off guard. But the goofy smile spreading across his face showed how ecstatic he was knowing that his Little Sister wanted to be just like him. "Really? [F/N]-Chan! I feel so honored"

She laughed softly, before turning her gaze back to the Game played out for them. "Well, you're the Best Setter I know so.. Is it alright if you'd teach me some things Tōru nii?"

Oikawa nodded, his ego going through the roof as he tilted his chin up. "Now how about this, if you wake up early tomorrow then we could practice together before you head to Schoo-"

"REALLY?! ALRIGHT- I'll go to Sleep now!" [F/N] shot up from her position of the couch, raising her arms in the air like a child. He was startled at first, but eventually smiled softly.

"Here, drink your Milk first. that way you'll go to sleep faster" Tōru picked up the glass of milk on the coffee table, handing it to her with the genuine smile that never fails to make her grin. She uttered a small 'Thank you' before drinking the Milk.

Meanwhile, Oikawa was sitting there, watching intently. Would it be wrong to tell her someday in the near future that he drugged her Milk before giving it to her?

"Phoowee, wow.. -I do feel sleepy.." [F/N] settled the cup back down, facing her older brother with lazy eyes. "Can you carry me up the stairs please? Pretty pleaseee? I'm too lazy"

Tōru pretend to be annoyed, even letting out a small grunt before picking her off the ground. "Alright"

They both ascended up the stairs, with [F/N] comfortably in his arms. It was as if she was molded to fit perfectly wrapped around his fingers.

By the time that they arrived at the front of her bedroom, she was out cold. Her breathing was more even, yet her hands still gripped onto his shirt. "Silly [F/N]-Chan, you really should pay more attention to things you drink. I wonder if your trust for me would shatter if you found out.." He seemed to be lost in thought as he lowered her sleeping figure

Oikawa was shifting, not being able to contain his excitement as he eagerly took off his own sweater. 'Fuck, she looked so defenceless'

He lowered himself a bit. Settling his right hand on top of her stomach, where it slowly dipped further down until he was able to cup her cunt. "Fuck.. Already soaked Princess?" He cooed softly, before pulling her Shorts off. Oikawa took a moment to admire her current state, his fingers gently sliding her cottoned panties off. 'Wouldn't want her to wake up early now'

Tōru licked two of his fingers a bit, before slowly inserting them inside of her pussy. It caused [F/N] to squirm a bit in her spot, her lips quivering slightly. "H-Hrgm..~"

"Shhh... It's alright Baby Girl, Tōru nii's gonna take good care of you okay.." In all honesty, he was still shocked from the fact that his sweet little sister was still a Virgin. It excited him even more to the point where he pistoned his fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. The tightness of his pants slightly bothered him, causing the setter to quickly push the waist band lower.

It continued on for a bit, until he became restless. The pad of his thumb harshly pressed against her clit, making her jolt. "A-AHHH.. -" The lewd moan startled him, but he kept going at his pace. [F/N] continued to tremble under his touch, growing restless as she began to twist and turn in her spot.

He noticed how tighter it got, and more difficult it was to move his fingers. "Fuck.. You're squeezing my fingers like a Vice [F/N]-Chan.. Are you about to cum Princess? Come on, cum for Onii-Chan.." Oikawa continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. And eventually, just like he said; she came with a loud moan.

Without hesitation, he pulled her sleeping body up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. Oikawa settled her on his lap, where her cunt rested right on top of his Cock. He shivered a bit, feeling her cum dripping onto his hardened member. He let her lean into him as she continued to sleep peacefully.

As much as he wanted to keep her innocence, the desire to ruin her and completely claim her body as his own grew.

Tōru slowly lifted her up, wrapping his tail around her waist before spreading her cunt with his fingers. "I'm about to take something so valuable from you.." And with that, he dropped her onto his cock, causing it to quickly sink balls deep. [F/N] let out a loud shriek as her eyes flew open. Oikawa stilled his movements and let out a shaky sigh. It felt too good.. Way too good.

"Fuck.. [F/N] you're.. - s-so tight damn" He began to lift her hips up and down repeatedly, setting a steady pace. "I expected you to be tight but.. Wow- fuck it feels good Baby Girl"

It didn't take long for her to register what was going on, her Big Brother's dick sinking inside her pussy, his tail wrapping around her waist, it made her feel light headed to say the least. "T-Tō.. Tōru nii..? W-What are.. What are you doing? Please stop, it hurts.." She spoke in a soft tone, pushing her hands against his broad shoulders in an attempt to move away. But he was much more stronger than she was, and faster too.

"Ah, ah, ah.. Don't fight now [F/N]-Chan! If you struggle, it'll make me even more excited.." He said, licking his lips seductively. A shiver ran down her spine as her hips continued to move with his help.

"This is wrong- please stop- I-I won't tell anyone this ever h-happened.. I swear.. Just please sto- ooo-o.. AHHHHHHHH..!" Oikawa had enough of her babbling about how she didn't want any of this. So instead of taking it easy on her like how he planned. He began to buck his hips, causing a loud whimper to fall from her lips as she tried to continue her sentence. "P-Please Tōru nii stop..!"

"Fuck, I just told you that if you struggle it'll excite me more.. Are you doing this on purpose? You fucking slut.." His pace got even faster, and his thrust was more rough. "You know, seeing you with those Bastards really hurt me [F/N]-Chan! I thought I was the only Male in your Life"

The tone of his voice sounded as if he was genuinely hurt, she would have felt bad, she would have if it wasn't for the fact that he was literally pistoning his dick in and out of her pussy. "T-Tōru..~!" [F/N] moaned out his name. Somehow, it flicked a switch deep inside Oikawa.

Causing him to act by instincts. Instead of his usual thought out actions, he pushed her off, pinning both of her wrists above her head with one hand. His ears began to twitch, and the tail that he affectionately wrapped around her waist was now tightening its grip. "Tō-Tōru..!"

There it was again, it sounded like music to his ears. He needed to hear more of it right away. So without further interruptions, he began to spread her legs. [F/N] let out a small shriek as soon as she felt the tip of his member push against her folds.

Her toes curled, and her back arched. Tōru didn't care whether or not it hurt for her, his pace was rough and frantic. As if his Animalistic tropes were overpowering his usual humane self. He wanted to breed her so badly, spill his sperm deep inside her womb until she was a quivering mess. "T-TŌRU, TŌRU!" His name continuously spilled out of her mouth.

And no doubt, it made him even more rough with her. "Fuck! You're such a fucking slut for hanging out with those Bastards. should've known you'd do this from the start" There it was, his tip hitting that spot that made her see stars. She flinched, her moans getting even more uncontrollably louder. "Yeah? You like that? You like it here?" Tōru moved his free hand below her ass, lifting her up slightly where he could easily thrust up to her G-Spot.

"H-Hrm..! T-Tōru.. 'M Cumming, I'm Cumming Tōru!"

"Then cum, Princess" And just like that, [F/N] came around his cock. Her eyes closing slightly as she rode out her orgasm. But Oikawa didn't stop there, he was chasing his own high after all. With a few more seconds of him thrusting harshly into her abused cunt, he finally came undone. Spilling his cum deep in her womb with a shaky sigh. "F.. Fuck.. Yeah.."

His cock softened, but he didn't pull away nor did he move an inch. Oikawa rested on top of her, his breathing becoming even. "Onii Chan loves you.. You do know that right..?" [F/N] nodded, her lips quivering from the over stimulation being present.

"Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it" He caressed her hair, stroking some of his finger through.

"Yes, I know.."

"What do you know?"

"I.. T-That... Tōru nii loves me.."

"Good Girl. You do know that no one else loves you right? I love you more than anyone in the whole wide world" She nodded slowly, fidgeting slightly.

"You love me, right?"

"I love you" Despite being mortified earlier, she eventually snuggled closer to her Older Brother. Giving into his twisted fantasies. He felt satisfied with himself, pulling her even closer. She couldn't deny him, she couldn't fight. After all, big brothers know best.

[jacscorner]

Pokemon All-Stars: A Fan Region/Game/Alternate Universe Idea

I like watching and rewatching Original Pokemon Game/Region videos. Like Mr. Buddy's "What if X was a Pokemon Region" and stuff like that. I wanna make-or, I guess, write-my own. Since Regions are kind of a character all their own and I'm a Wannabe Character Artist, I wanted to try and make one my own.

I've got no skills in coding, pixel arts, or anything, so this will forever be just some kind of dumb fanfic that sometimes incorporates Game Mechanics to justify things if it were able, for some Godforsaken reason, 'stolen' for a game. Cause, in 2021, no idea feels too big or too dumb. And, uh, trust me, this'll be a dumb fanfic of an idea. So be aware for the subpar writing talents of some wannabe writer who doesn't know shit.

Small disclaimer though:

>This region is being made with the intention that every extra feature will be available in it. Z-Moves, Regional Variants, Gygantamax, Mega Evolutions, and maybe some things I've forgotten. This probably won't matter cause it's just a dumb fanfic plot bible with mechanics peppered in. Competitive balancing be damn! Pokemon Fans can create their own balance! That's what the Battle Simulator is for! In fact, if this was a real game, then it'd have a Battle Simulator like Showdown built into it.

>This is an open source Fanfic Bible. You can take this idea and run with it if you want. You can omit all my bad ideas even!

>I won't be making my own Fakemon. I don't like a lot of Fakemon that exists out there and, trust me when I say this: I am no better than them. In fact, I'm fucking worse.

>If this WERE a game, it probably WOULD still have to cut some Pokemon. I doubt that kinda, and I won't get into why I think dexit was dumb personally, cause it doesn't really matter. But, like, my fan game/fanfic will have a lot of shit going on in it. So, like, realistically, there would probably need to be a cut, if not for data, than just cause there's a lot of work to do as is. But, like, again, under the context of a fic, this wouldn't be an issue.

>With THAT said, I'd want this game to have a Gen 2 Sprite aesthetic. My fangame, don't care if ya'll don't like that.

>I'm probably gonna copy a LOT of stuff from other Fangames I've played. My shit memory probably won't allow me to remember what I'm biting from what, so be free to call me out whenever. Cause if I stole the mechanic, I probably liked it the game. And if not, well, I'd like the recommendation.

Fuck, this was long already. The rest is under the cut, so, like, if you're already turned off, you can stop reading. I understand. I'm kind of a windbag.

Okay, so how many of you guys have seen this picture on the internet? It's a picture of a ton of Pokemon regions all...basically stitched together, since not only could this never be canon, but this goes beyond the size of even most open world games today. But this was the inspiration for this project. The map probably wouldn't, and probably couldn't, look like this, but it perfectly sums up what I'd want out of this game. Thus, it'll be our placeholder.

Our hometown of Capricorn Town is home to Professor Chestnut, and you, her faithful assistant, are about to set off on a Pokemon adventure of your own! The Professor is encouraging you to see the region of Sidus for yourself and is even willing to give you a Starting Pokemon!

Starting Pokemon

Now, if I'm not making new Pokemon, which Starter will it be? Well, the game will have the data for all the starters and will randomly select a Grass, Fire, and Water Type for you to choose from. Those will be your starters, with the option of also choosing Pikachu, Eevee, and Riolu, the two mascot mons...and Riolu, who is kind of a mascot mon, but a lesser one.

Let's say for this example, your options are Torchic, Piplup, Rowlet, Pikachu, Eevee, and Riolu. And, uh, get used to the words 'random' and 'generator', those are our keywords.

Anyway, once you get your pick, there'll be some kind of tutorial mission the Professor will send you on. This will introduce you to two very important things;

1. One of your Rival.

2. An Evil Team Grunt.

Rivals?!

Now to start getting into why this game might still be pretty big still be big despite the sprites on modern consoles.

Each of your Rivals would be one kid from each region of the 8 Mainline Games from Kanto to Kalos. How this'll be decided is that each pair of kids will be plugging into a generator and will pick between either the boy or girl version.

Ex. Brendan and May both cannot be in the game. Instead, they'll be plugged into this generator. Let's say the generator fell onto May. She'll be one of your Rival. Repeat this process 7 more times until you have 8 Rivals sprinkled throughout the world, each one given a defined personality and better AI to make them harder trainers to fight.

May will have one of the Hoenn Starters, sans Torchic. Regardless of whether or not Protagonist-San picked Torchic, May will either have a Treecko or Mudkip, again, chosen at random per kid. Whichever Starter you picked, your first rival will have a starter that beats yours. So, let's say moving forward, May has a Mudkip and you a Torchic. The other kids will have random starters of the various regions they originally hail from.

Anyway, your rivals will wander the overworld. If they see you, they'll battle you on sight. If they lose, they'll be gone after the next time you turn the game off. They won't battle you again until they respawn, but you can hang out with them. In fact, you can even recruit them to be in your party for a few days and they'll follow you around and just generally be your friend. It'll make every battle a double battle, but they'll battle you again before their timer runs out, so be prepared!

BANG! BANG! ENTER! Team Wild!

The two of you will have to face off against Team Wild! They have a Cowboy theme to them, using a mix of Ground and Steel-Types, with a few Pokemon being added in for good measure like the Ponyta Lines, Cacnea Line, and Remoraid. Cause...it's a gun.

They're an outlaw gang, they're rough and tough (or, at least, a mild threat) and will always throw down when they spot ya. Something I'm just sniping from JelloApocalypse is that they'll appear sporadically and act as Timed Events across the map.

You and your new Rival beat them and send you packing. I'd imagine May and the other Rivals would mostly be friendly, but I'm sure there's one or two that'll just be jerks to you. Regardless of personality, they'll be pretty tough and programmed to skill with you. Your strongest mon you have on hand when you fight them will be the level their entire team.

With your tutorial done, the world is opened up! Your mom gives you your running shoes, some Pokeballs, and your...I don't know, PokeCelular or something, just the regional gadget that does a bunch of stuff. From holding your map to holding your VS Seeker.

The PokeCelular will also give you notifications on where Team Wild are! You can choose to ignore the events, but if you do, then they'll start to appear in the overworld know and will get progressively stronger.

A Balancing Act

This game will be an open world, 8-Bit Sprite Game for you to explore after you leave Capricorn!

So how do we balance that?

Well, we got our Rival out of the way already, so let's move on. Gym Leaders will have a pretty linear progression. However, regardless of which Gym you tackle first, they'll all be at the same level.

It doesn't matter if you decide to go across the map and battle the Bug Gym, he'll stay at Level 10, just like the Normal Gym. Whe you get the second badge, they'll all jump to Level 15. NPC Trainers will follow the same progression; the higher your badge number, the stronger the number of Pokemon they'll be.

Wild Pokemon will also get stronger. The more badges you get, it'll attract stronger wild Pokemon because they'll see you're stronger and will come out more.

The overworld will also have various dungeons in them that'll be Level Locked. Say, you go through a forest and you're just trying to reach the end of a maze. The Trainers and Pokemon will function the same as I've mentioned before. But, you can decide to go deeper into the dungeon. These Pokemon will be level locked, usually something of a high level, because this is a more dangerous part of the dungeon. But, there'll be some goodies down there, like rarer Pokemon and some kind of really rare and good item like a TM or something.

How will you traverse? Well, first of all, HMs? They're semi-back. BUT, instead of having to deal with teaching Cut to a Pokemon, you just need the move Cut and a Pokemon that can use the move and you'll be able to use Cut. A few other Pokemon that are reasonable candidates, but don't get cut, will be allowed to do this too. Like, Gallade can use Cut. It can't learn the move, but just holding the HM will get the job done.

Controversial opinion, but I think I've always liked the idea of HMs. On paper, they give you a reason to explore the world and go back to areas you couldn't before for goodies and make for a good way to get off dungeons until you get the needed item. Even something like Cut can be used to open up new areas for exploration for your squad of mons.

BUT, well, HMs suck. As moves, they suck save for, like, 2...MAYBE and they're only for, like, a handful of areas. You either hand them out as evenly as possible, forcing mons to take moves you don't wanna use, or you just get an HM Slave or two to use 'em all. But like they, they serve their function and all you need is the Pokemon in question and NOT teach them the move. If you need a Move Deleter just so people aren't stuck having to use Rock Smash for three towns, then there's a problem with your RPG. Imagine playing Final Fantasy and you had to give your Fighter the Bronze Axe to get through a forest and still had to fight with it, even though you got a +12 Silver Sword! It's no wonder people hated these things! But I don't think getting rid of them and introducing Rental Pokemon was a good solution either and adds a different, albeit less intrusive problem.

Gym Leaders

So, how do Gym Leaders work?

Much like your rivals, they'll be randomly generated. Let's say, hypothetically, there's a pool of 60 Gym Leaders and Elite Four members. The game will randomly generate 16 to be Gym Leaders. The generator will have some kind of complicated math (at least, too complicated for me) so that you don't have more than 2 gyms of the same type. (Example: Misty and Nessa might be Active Gyms, Siebold can't be selected for a Gym cause the Water Slots are taken).

As a trade off, some Gyms might have special conditions before you can challenge them. Like, if you got stuck with Koga as a Gym Leader, than he'll only let you in if you complete a nearby dungeon and help his daughter out cause he doesn't trust her to make it back on her own. Or, like, Claire's a Gym Leader, but she won't battle you unless you've collected 7 Gym Badges prior at least.

The Gym Leaders, as mentioned before, will get progressively stronger with each badge obtained. After the 8th badge, you can go and climb Victory Road, face the E4 and confront the Champion! You can keep hunting Gym Leaders, but just remember that the E4 will always be 10 Levels above the strongest gym you beat. And they'll just get stronger with every one you beat until all 16 are slain.

Another handful, let's say 8, Gym Leaders/E4 Members will be wondering around as NPC Trainers. The justification is that this big super region is in some Alternate Universe Pokemon Game that has all the Pokemon and other important trainers in it, hence why we can have a game where Roxanne and Lenora are hanging out at a coffee shop. They're not Rivals, more like stronger NPCs you can rematch and wonder the map. They're not here to be the very best like no one ever was.

I mean, I'd like, like, 10-20 instead of 8 extras, but let's not get TOO greedy...yet...

Elite Four

And now, it's time to flip the script. Cause if E4 members can be Gym Leaders, then who are the Elite Four?

Easy. The Rivals.

All the Rival characters will be put in a random generator as well. The four that are chosen. You can have an Elite Four made up of Wally, Marnie, Hau, and Barry and you gotta deal with it.

This is excluding Brendan and May, Blue, and Calem and Serena. Anyone else is fair game.

Champion

So, the Champion. Who would it be in this? There was a funny idea I had, but this is a Pokemon Game. So there would be two versions. We'll call them Pokemon Dawn & Dusk. The difference between these games is the game Champion!

Benga would be the Champion of Pokemon Dusk, the grandson of Alder! His final Team will include Volcarona, Garchomp, and Dragonite, Pokemon he used in Black and White. I'd also include Scrafty, Rampardos, and Golurk, Pokemon used against you in White Treehollow and Black Tower areas.

Meanwhile, the Champion of Pokemon Dusk will be Zinnia, the Lorekeeper! Her team would include the Goodra, Tyrantrum, Altaria, Noivern, and Salamence she used in her original team, with her plucky Whismur sidekick becoming an Exploud and her ace.

You would've met them in the beginning of the game and would've showed off a bit by helping you with Team Wild before. They'll pop in and out throughout the game, at first amused by your tenacity, but not wanting a rookie like you to get hurt. But if you keep bonking Team Wild, they'll be impressed with how strong you are.

The show up to chat again when you beat 8 Gym Leaders, and will pop in if you White Out to give you some advice. White Out three times and they'll feel bad for you and give you an egg. Benga will give you a Larvesta Egg and Zinnia a Bagon Egg.

EXTRAS

So I don't got a lot of ideas for the Post Game, but there is one idea I thought would be cool if, if after you defeat the champion, they give you a call. They'll tell you that there are strong trainers wondering the Overworld and to be careful.

Because dotting the overworld will be Champions passed and proper! Cynthia, Blue, Lance; all of them are rocking Lv 100 Teams and are out for blood. They won't challenge you, but if you talk to them, there will be no backing out of the battle! You come with your A-Game!

sI'm not exactly in love with the idea of Team Wild. Maybe the Evil Team should go full fanservice and just be Team Rainbow Rocket. Or maybe go half-and-half; having past Evil Team members and leaders walk around in cowboy gear and acting as Team Wild executives.

I'd also would love Tournaments. Like, maybe that could be a weekly event in some town, they'll how tournaments and the characters that aren't designated as Gym Leaders and such will attend. Maybe there's a cash prize, maybe you'll win Pokemon Eggs of rare, guaranteed shines, or maybe you'll get some kind of important quest items.

Yeah, I want quests! All sorts of side quests! And can't forget what I'd do with Legendairs;

If you know Bengal's team, you'll know he's got the Lati Twins. I don't like that personally and would prefer Legendaries to be Super Bosses. Like, you gotta do a lot to find them. And when you do, their stats are boosted and they become an Uber Boss! You catch them in a cutscene after you beat them!

There's also just a ton of characters I didn't get around to or really have a place for. Emma, Looker, N, and the Stat Trainers all come to mind. Overall, I'd want them to pepper the world as well, but don't have anything to say except this: Pokemon has made a lot of memorable characters. Both good and bad. And this is probably my dream Pokemon Game; one where you can hang out with your favorites

[sohannabarberaesque]

Talk about a telephone conversation with Honey and Sis over their "pop-up" shortwave worldcasting station:

(As in none other than Peter Potamus phoning in to same on what turns out being an ennui-driven whim)

SIS: Well well well ... whoever could that be on the phone?

PETER POTAMUS, telephonically: None other than the intrepid Peter Potamus, of all the characters out there!

HONEY, somewhat stunned: Well now, isn't that amazing for starters?!

SIS: And believe you me, it's likely we may have something emerging here ...

PETER POTAMUS: You certainly bet your sweet SCUBA-loving butt! (Doubtless sending Honey and Sis giggling) When you happen to be the Ambassador of Diving to the Greater Funtastic World of Hanna-Barbera, you try not to take anything for granted ... especially when it just so happens that divers like myself just "do it deeper," and then some!

SIS: Rather amusing observations there, Peter, I have to say.

PETER POTAMUS: Particularly when you've been diving from an early age, and can't help but realise just how fascinating things can surely get underwater ... especially in a number of remote parts of Polynesia otherwise and hitherto unknown to the so-called "civilised" who still has warped and outdated ideas about the primitive societies out there! As a matter of fact, I happen to be rather fond of spending some "quality time," you might say, among such peoples as are proud to remain "naked as Nature intended"!

HONEY: That, I have to admit, sounds rather fascinating, native peoples still going around naked by and large--

PETER POTAMUS: Dictated, mind you, by the climate and the related need for comfort. And from my contacts in such unknown islands and atolls, they find such nakedness to be rather agreeable ... especially when they're out surfing and skin diving. Especially the latter; boy, can't it help feel so natural just wearing yourself and swimming with a dolphin or two as can get to be especially friendly!

SIS: I have to admit Honey and I were once in Hawai'i and spent some time at a tacky-looking dolphin swim pool which charged some $50 for a full hour's swim time ... and believe you me, such is TACKY!! TACKY!!!

PETER POTAMUS: Most definitely ... as a matter of fact, I will have you know such Polynesians otherwise unknown of my acquaintenance most special seem to have a serious knack for swimming among dolphins in Nature. In fact, the natives' very nakedness may explain why these dolphins may be showing an exceptional sort of friendship bordering on trust in so allowing such intimacy in the dolphin swim experience!

HONEY: Meanwhile, I assume you must be speaking from--

PETER POTAMUS, interjecting: My beach house compound near La Jolla, which is perhaps home to some of the best diving on the Pacific Coast--setting aside Catalina, for the obvious reasons--and also setting for a diver's camp featuring a "few close friends" you've often seen alongside me on TV in the diving experience; we use it to practice various diving techniques and try out new equipment, and we have near-shore and open water practice areas as have some rather wonderful underwater scenery and wildlife!

HONEY: Uh, what sort of wildlife?

PETER POTAMUS: Seals, sea lions, sea otters, dolphins--and the occasional migrating killer whale. And what's more, such is about the point on the SoCal coast where rock reefs start seriously giving way to coral, the latter being a little more evident down the Baja Peninsula on the Mexican side ... and what a kelp forest is there to be encountered!

SIS: Which is quite the adventure enough, I have to say, even with all those cheesy horror movies I've seen with underwater settings!

PETER POTAMUS: (Chuckling) And what's especially noteworthy is where the several members of my diving company are also certified diving instructors, who go out during the summer in particular to "share the dive," essentially introducing the experience of diving through summer camps and resort recreational programmes ... or sometimes by way of itinerant training being offered in private tutoring, shall we say.

SIS: And I assume most of the instruction is in SCUBA--

PETER POTAMUS: It might surprise you that snorkelling is the preferred line of diving instruction which my crew gives through this approach of "sharing the dive." Snorkelling is not all that expensive, and besides, one can experience much of the interesting underwater scene with just your basic mask, snorkel and fins ... some, I understand, able to use snorkelling down to as deep as 20, 25 feet!

HONEY: Well, isn't that amazing?

SIS: And just out of curiosity, who exactly is in your diving company?

PETER POTAMUS: To answer your question, my fellow divers include Wally Gator ... Loopy de Loop ... Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har-Har ... Hokey Wolf ... Breezly Bruin (and his girlfriend of late, Betty Bruin) ... Magilla Gorilla ... Squiddly Diddly ... and Mildew Wolf! Squiddly is more or less our underwater photographer and videographer....

SIS: That's something of a Who's Who right there, if you ask me.

PETER POTAMUS: Make no mistake ...

HONEY: Any new or otherwise interesting diving misadventures with your diving crew we may want to watch for?

PETER POTAMUS: Something worth watching for is when our three wolves--Loopy, Hokey and Mildew--rent a modest little houseboat and spend a few days among one of Minnesota's Ten Thousand Lakes on a rather amusing diver's holiday otherwise known as "Three Wolves and A Houseboat." That will certainly be something worth watching for, gals.

SIS: Thanks for the heads up there ... and it's glad that we could have this talk on the shortwaves!

PETER POTAMUS: Now let's just hope for the listener reaction to come along now ...

HONEY: As a matter of fact, during the course of this very interview, we received reception reports from no less than 15 countries!

SIS: And one response from the Isle of Man had it that the worldcast somehow came in unusually clear on what otherwise is a rather foggy evening out that way.

PETER POTAMUS: You can only wonder why ... well, thanks for the time; I'm gonna have some diving time with Breezly and Betty Bruin shortly, you might like to know....

HONEY: You're most sincerely welcome ... goodbye, Peter!

PETER POTAMUS: Goodbye, Honey and Sis ... and enjoy the dive!

SIS, following a short pause to effect the disconnect: "Enjoy the dive"--isn't that a rather original way of saying goodbye! And especially with Peter Potamus!

HONEY: You can certainly bet ...

[bryan360]

This is BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360) here and today that I wanted to talk about last week we've checked on the first Nintendo Direct in 2020, only for Pokémon fans unexpectedly. Right, Bucky?

Bucky: Yeah. Would be cool to added first content for Sword and Shield to try, but had thoughts if they'll also announce details for the apps of Home and Sleep would be a pretty boring Direct.

That wasn't the case though as we discover two new contents for Sword and Shield and a surprising remake coming to the Switch at March 2020.

Bucky: First off before going thoughts on the remake, The Isle of Armor and The Crown Tundra DLC Expansion was an interesting pick not only to bring new story, but apparently brings back returning past Pokémon after being absent in the main game.

Which is unfortunate that causes uproar to fans....

Bucky: Yes, but don't bring back to me, would ya? Anyway, both contents for Sword and Shield will bring different side of the story. (kinda til one of them releases)

Bucky: At Isle of Armor is gonna be in focus theme of growth as you explore an island you'll find beaches, bogs, forest, caves, and dunes. Meanwhile you'll be take an apprenticeship under the Pokémon Trainer who runs it. Awesome, huh? As for the starter Pokémon that if you already evolve to it's final form will finally get their Gigantamax Forms once you had the Isle of Armor DLC purchase. BTW, Inteleon as a sniper nest? Wow....Team Rocket would be careful for this. 😥

As for my thoughts was cool too that you can really explore in open world like gameplay just like the same compare for the Galar's Wild Area through YouTube I've watched. Also Kubfu will be the key for the story was unique for tradional kung fu training days.

Bucky: Second one for The Crown Tundra DLC Expansion is a thumbs up to search all the legendary Pokémon by surprise in co-op mode, but sometimes I'd perfer doing alone with the strongest types that I happen to train them in the Galar Region.

Don't forget that the theme is Exploration, so who know if you'll would manage to find and capture some legendary here, especially Calyrex for the last.

Bucky: It depends just to learn for it's origins story like never heard before. I think I'll look forward for two expansions this year; just wanted to find enough gift cards in game stores. ^^*

I'll gave this 2020 Pokemon Direct a good thumbs up for Bucky, but I'm still waiting for a real Nintnedo Direct coming so I wanted to know what the 5th DLC fighhter is too announced....

Bucky: Oh, wait. Before we'll end this, my creator friend wanted to share our thoughts about they announced the remake coming to Nintendo Switch in March 2020.

Yes and it's really surprising. I remember years ago I happen to play Pokémon Mystery Dugeon game for my old handheld DS. It's really fun to be as a Pocket Monster itself instead being a trainer to go through gyms and battles.

Bucky: It was indeed fun like Ash Ketchem being transformed to "Ashachu", but being part of a Rescue Team was the important thing trying to save other Pokémon from danger. Still I would be enjoying as Bibarel cause of my beaver way! 😁

Stereotypical, but it's cool. It was unexpected to start having this remake coming to the Switch; even throw a demo version that I secretly download to my library of games before showing it today. I went through question til which Pokémon that I'm gonna be like. I went as Bulbasaur before saving and second I'll be as Charmander before turning down. That's when the game can show me which Pokémon should I'll be instead of do it again for different questions.

It was hopeful that I'll be as Pikachu and picked Eevee as a Female Partner. Here's a few pics I've went so far yesterday.

Bucky: That's good considering these two gain popularity to fans, including me. Maybe you'll be okay to get a full remake game soon; consider you did enjoy the original

I think that's all for our thoughts about this Pokémon Direct in 2020, but what you guys think about this Pokémon Direct in 2020 they showed us? Gave me a reblog and don't forget to like this post if you'll interested. As always, This is BryanVelasquez87 (Bryan360), see ya later.

[turning-the-kaleidoscope]

Written following recent happenings in the Mp100 Sims AU by @mookybear12404! What a crazy session, omg. 

(Tw: guns, glass, bar fights, canon-typical violence, and blood/injury.)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

In essence, it should never have happened. And then when it did happen, it happened far too soon and far, far too quickly. 

Reigen doesn’t actually remember what he said. Some pathetic excuse for a conversation starter, a slip during an actual conversation, a distasteful joke about rubber ducks, a question about the suspicious behavior of the so-dubbed ‘abandoned’ military base nearby—he doesn’t remember. 

He does remember the smile fading from the officer’s face and the knuckles striking his cheek. 

From that second on, a switch was flipped and the entirety of the bar was launched into the kind of fight Reigen had only ever seen in movies. He didn’t think it was actually possible for people to vault entire tables overhead at each other, but it happened. The bartender is forced to duck beneath the projectiles, which slam into bottles behind him and scatter drinks and glass everywhere. 

It’s a mess. Reigen loses track of how many times he’s punched in the gut, in the face, slammed into a tabletop. His arms are twisted over and behind his head at one point and he barely kicks his assailant in the shins before they’re broken. Bottles are swung around like baseball bats. The ones that still have alcohol in them explode like fireworks upon contact with an unfortunate person’s skull. There’s glass all over the place and he hasn’t seen this many slipping hazards in his lifetime. 

The military leader is here somewhere. He has to find her before she tries anything. He should also probably think of a way to diffuse the situation, too, and he probably shouldn’t use any method that involves the words ‘joke’ or ‘small talk,’ seeing how that worked so well for him before. 

Except, that’s when every question he had, along with the questions he hadn’t had the chance to ask, are instantaneously answered. And it happens just as the military leader sneaks up behind him, grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face-first into the tabletop. 

It starts with an explosion of stars in his eyes, a dull, numbed pain in his skull that he knows should be three times as vivid as it is. The screaming din reaches his ears like TV static. The wetness beneath him is too warm and thick to be alcohol. And it smells too much like rusty metal. 

And then there’s actual metal pressed against his temple. 

“You should know better. Mind your own business.” 

It’s the first voice he’s able to hear, but it’s still muddled. Still overlayed by the roar and scream of fighters and the crash and smash of tables, chairs and bottles. Nothing comes clearly. 

“Normally I’d be willing to cut you s’ more slack, but we can’t have people sticking their noses where they don’t belong. At least your kid ain’t here. That’d make this a lot harder.” 

“Reigen?” 

Reigen's heart tumbles up into his throat and pounds there, choking him. The woman's fingers loosen around his scalp as she lifts her head, but he can't find the strength to pull away. No amount of wiggling loosens the holds around his arms. There's still a gun against his head. 

But now Shigeo is here, with his hand still on the handle of the door, and Reigen never wants to see that kind of look on his face again. 

"R-Reigen?" Shigeo's voice is small, but his eyes are wide. "You're—You're bleeding—" 

"Get out of here, kid," snaps a voice above him. Not the woman's. Probably one of the people pinning his arms. "This isn't a place for you. Scram." 

"Is that a gun?" 

The rest of the din has quieted, but there are footsteps nearby, loud at first then growing quieter. 

"Wh-Why do you have a gun?" 

"She told you to leave." 

"No, why do you—" 

The footsteps are very quiet now, but Shigeo's voice is shakier than ever, shaky and scared and trembling and—

"D-Don't touch him!" Reigen barks out, and his voice breaks, too, but only because his heart is choking him. "Keep your hands off him—!" 

He's slammed into the tabletop harder, until his lungs constrict and he can't shout anymore. His hair is yanked. He can't breathe. 

"R-Reigen—!" 

Reigen squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth so hard that his head pounds the worse, but through the haze, atop waves of pain waiting to swallow him whole, he cracks his eyes open. Beyond the barrel of a pistol he sees Shigeo's face, wide-eyes, outstretched hands. There are two men near him, waiting to drag him out. It's become so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping would probably hurt his ears. 

"I-It'll be okay, Mob," Reigen strains in a voice barely there. "It'll be okay, yeah? I promise." 

The gun clicks as the bullet cocks. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat, but can't. He smiles, but a tear runs down his face. 

"Go home, okay? Just—Go home." 

"Are you coming, too?" 

"Make him leave," the woman hisses, just for him to hear. "Get him to leave now, or I will." 

"G-Go home, Mob." 

"Re-Reigen, I—I'm scared, why are they—" 

"Shige, go home. Go home now, go." 

"Enough."

The gun cuffs him on the skull and Reigen's sight goes dark. When his consciousness returns to him, Shigeo is screaming, men are talking in low voices, snapping at him, the gun is a cold weight against his head, the woman's voice is too close, Shigeo is screaming, Shigeo is screaming, Shigeo is screaming— 

"You should've said goodbye." 

Reigen doesn't trust himself to open his eyes. He doesn't want Shigeo to see it. Doesn't want him to see the light drain from his eyes. 

"Don't look, Shigeo!" A scream, desperate, hoarse, lost in the din. "Close your eyes! Close them, close them now!" 

He doesn't remember what happened after that. 

There's a moment. He hears the trigger begin to click, feels the cool of the metal. The woman's weight behind him, the men holding his arms. The cramp in his stomach where he's bent over the table. The high-pitched ring in his ears. 

And Shigeo is screaming again. 

And then the woman is screaming. 

And then a gun fires, and the sound blares through Reigen's eardrum like a knife, slicing through clean and tried and true. 

But the bullet doesn't land. 

There's another shriek, different. The metal is gone. The hands on his are gone. The woman's fingers tangled in his hair are gone. 

The noise is gone. 

Reigen cracks his eyes open slowly, choking on his blood. The red tabletop swirls in his sight, blurred like smeared ink on a white canvas, and he chokes and stumbles. His mind is empty. 

And then it isn't. 

"Sh-Shige—?" 

His voice isn't there, but he sees it through a tunnel. Shigeo is on the floor, surrounded by spilled alcohol and shattered glass and broken pieces of what were once tables and chairs. People stand by idly, gaping, eyes wide, hands over their mouths. 

Shigeo is crying. The floor beneath him is a growing puddle of blood. 

"Shigeo?" 

Reigen is by him before he knows he's moving, knees hitting glass and alcohol and a warmth that isn't alcohol, and Shigeo is in his arms, shaking and breathing hard. His fingers clench the front of Reigen's shirt and Reigen takes one of his hands, squeezes it. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know why there's blood, or tears, he doesn't know, it won't click— 

It does. 

"Oh, god—" Reigen identifies the source and manhandles his coat from around him, bunching it with one hand and pressing it into Shigeo's shoulder. Shigeo screams. The sound pierces Reigen in a way that no bullet ever could. 

"It's okay, kiddo, it's okay, I have you, it's okay—" There's so much blood, Shigeo is clinging to him, he's shaking, there's blood and glass everywhere, he can already feel it soaking through the coat, it probably hit an artery. "It's okay, okay? Hang on, hang in there—" 

He holds him, as tightly as he can while still maintaining pressure on the wound. But it's not enough. There's too much blood. There's too much everything. 

In a flash he remembers he isn't alone, and with a voice he doesn't recognize, he's screaming for someone to call an ambulance, to get help over here. And the patreons scramble to listen, just as shocked as he is, dumbfounded and scared and—

Shigeo is crying again and Reigen holds him closer. Shigeo's fingers curl fistfuls of his shirt and tremble. It doesn't help. The blood has soaked through Reigen's shirt now, replacing the color in Shigeo's skin. Reigen's head spins. He wants to throw up. 

"It's okay, buddy, it's okay, just calm down, I'm here—" 

"R-Reigen—" 

"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, I promise—" 

"R-Reigen, I'm—" 

"Don't talk, okay, buddy?" His voice is shaking. The entire world is shaking. "Just, don't talk. It's okay, don't talk." 

"I'm sorry," Shigeo chokes out, sounding every bit as strangled as Reigen feels. Except worse. There's a wheeze in his voice. "I'm so-sorry, I-I—" 

"Shh, it's not your fault, okay?" Reigen rocks the two of them on the floor, ignoring the glass in his calves. "It's okay, don't apologize. Don't apologize. You're gonna be okay, we're gonna get you help, okay?" 

He should stop saying that. There's nothing 'okay' about this, any of this. But Shigeo turns his face into his chest to hide his tears and Reigen clutches him as close as he can. Close as he can, then closer, until Shigeo's tears leave wet patches through his shirt and his blood leaves bigger ones, weightier ones. 

And Reigen can't breathe. But he isn't worth worrying over, not now. 

When the medics show up, Reigen kicks them. He kicks the nearest one in the kneecap, disoriented and desperate and scared. He mistakes them for the people who'd hurt his boy in the first place, who'd made him bleed and cry and apologize for something that had nothing to do with him. He kicked them and told them to leave, but they pressed in, and it wasn't until he heard the words "it's okay, we're going to help him" and saw the white of their clothes, freshly stained with fresher blood, that he realized. 

He let Shigeo go, then. Shigeo's fingertips clung to him, weak and desperate and Reigen caught his hands, squeezed them both, promised he'd be okay, before the medics carried him off and left Reigen alone. And Reigen sat there, bloodied, sick, knees full of glass as a medic spoke with him, asked him questions he didn't hear or know the answer to. All he saw was Shigeo's limp form and his limp, dangling hand as the medic carried him to a stretcher. Lights flash just outside the bar's smashed windows. Reds and whites. 

Reigen faints.

...

"Sir, I need you to sit down, you have a concussion—" 

"I have to see him—" Their arms are strong, stronger than he thought they'd be. "Please, you can't keep me—you have to let me see him, I need to see him—" 

"He's stable, Sir, we need you to lay down—" 

He'd had this all planned out in his head: break free when the nurses weren't looking and slip passed them unnoticed. Simple enough. And he would have gotten away with it too if the IV stand hadn't completely tipped over and blown his cover.

The hysteria slips through the cracks, and before he knows it, he’s begging. “Please, I just have to see him—he needs to know it’s okay, I promised him I’d there, I told him it’d be okay—” 

“We’ll let him know.” More nurses gang up on him, and he knows they mean well, but right now they’re the enemy. Right now they’re chains and he’s beneath them, pinned with shackles and he can’t, he can’t, Shigeo— “You need to lie back. Please.” 

“No—” There’s more chains now, stronger, pulling him back. “No, you can’t—I-I need to see him, I need to sh-show him, I promised I’d be there, please, he doesn’t have anyone else—!” 

His head is spinning. He wants to throw up. He thrashes and fights but all it does is bring the chains down harder. They’re overpowering him. He’s losing. 

“No, stop—!” 

“Sir, please—” 

“Let me go!” He kicks out, lashing, shrieking. “Let go of me! You don’t know what it’s like for him, he needs me—!” 

He’s wrangled onto a flat surface. White lights burn into his temples. He struggles, but is caught by restraints on his wrists and ankles. It takes a moment to set in. Before he realizes he can’t move. 

“Wait, waitwaitwait no, no, you have to let me go—” 

“He’s delirious, he’s going to hurt himself. He already pulled out his IV, we—” 

“... Please…” 

Something pricks his arm. He doesn’t have the strength left to thrash, but his throat forces his final desperate pleas. Tears build and burn behind his eyelids. 

“Please, he was so scared, you don’t understand, I promised—” 

“It’s alright, Sir, close your eyes.”

“I promised him—” 

“It’s okay. You’ll be able to see him soon, but we need you to calm down, and he needs you to be strong for him. You’ll be okay, both of you. You’ll be okay.” 

He’s gone. 

…

"We have him on a lot of equipment, but I promise it isn't as bad as it looks. He's stabilized now, we just want to make certain that no complications arise. He's a strong boy, you know. Kept asking for you whenever he woke up, even if that was all he said before falling asleep..." 

Reigen trails behind the doctor, using a single crutch for support. He'd been adamant on that. No wheelchair. And the nurses were reluctant but the doctor agreed to let him have at least this. This entire thing was already so stressful on Shigeo; the last thing Reigen wanted was for him to see him in a wheelchair, unable to walk. He doesn't want to put anything else on the kid's heavy shoulders. 

"He's okay, though, right?" Reigen asks, and hates the tremble of his voice but can't really bring himself to care very much. "You said—You said he's okay, he stopped bleeding, there's no infection—" 

"He'll be alright," the doctor assures, nodding. "He's still very weak. He lost a lot of blood. But like I said, he's strong. I'm sure he'll make a speedy recovery—Ah, we're here." 

Reigen stands twice as stiff as the doctor pushes open the door. 

"You can hug him, just be careful. If you notice any blood on the bandages, call a nurse immediately." 

"Y-Yes, I will." His heart is in his throat again, fluttering like a butterfly. He'd wring his hands together if not for the crutch. "C-Can I...?" 

The doctor steps out of his way and Reigen practically throws himself into the room, ignoring the tug of the bandages around his cut knees and legs. The door shuts behind him, and he's left alone in the room. 

The doctor was right. There are machines everywhere; a heart monitor, an oxygen tank, other things Reigen can't identify and really doesn't want to. There's an IV bag. No blood. Just white, and then the pale blue of Shigeo's hospital gown and the stark black of his hair. His skin is still pasty, but not as pasty. And he isn't bleeding anymore. 

And, he's awake. 

His eyes are glassy and dulled with medications, but he meets Reigen's gaze, as tired as he may be, and perks up. It's slight; just a small, lonely little sparkle, set in each of his irises; but he's aware, he's awake, and— 

Reigen reaches the bedside in the same amount of time it takes the crutch to hit the floor, and in an instant he's gathered Shigeo close to his chest. There's a tangle of cords and wires, but not even the bars along the edge of the bed can keep Reigen from holding him. Actually, he just climbs over them and sits with Shigeo in his lap, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders and face buried in his hair. 

"Shige, oh, kiddo—oh my god—" 

Shigeo sobs dryly and curls into him, fingers knitting their way in the front of Reigen's hospital gown. Shigeo's shoulder is bandaged heavily, gauze that Reigen feels more than he sees, but it's okay. It doesn't matter. In due time it'll get better, and they'll remove it. It's okay. 

"Are you okay?" Reigen asks breathlessly, stroking Shigeo's hair just to have something to do. He isn't sure who he's trying to comfort with it. "Are you hurting? How do you feel?" 

"I-I'm fine," Shigeo manages. "I'm okay, I—I-I'm okay—" 

"Good, good—" Reigen's voice leaves him and he bundles Shigeo closer, as close as he can without hurting him. Not even the oxygen tubes threaded around Shigeo's face and up his nose can keep him away. "Good, I'm so glad—I'm so sorry, Shigeo—" 

“Don’t apologize,” Shigeo murmurs, in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Reigen’s. “It’s… not your fault…” 

Reigen would love to argue that, yes, it’s completely his fault, and he has over a dozen reasons to prove it, but Shigeo’s in his arms, curled close and warm and secure, bandaged and mediated and exhausted, and Reigen can’t bring himself to put up a fight. In the end, that doesn’t matter now. 

“... Okay.” 

He leans into the wall, never once letting go, and Shigeo settles himself closer while Reigen shuts his eyes. 

“I’m… I’m so glad you’re okay, Shigeo…” 

With a breathy exhale, Shigeo breathes “I-I’m glad you’re okay, too,” and for now, that’s enough. For now, that’s all that matters.

…

Full disclosure, for the first several hours after Shigeo was brought in, the doctors didn’t know whether or not he was going to make it. 

He was so small, so young. He’d already been in shock, even before he was shot, and the bloodloss sucked the soul out of him. He was weak, lethargic, anemic, and then they were in danger of losing him. Not once, not twice. It was too many times to think about. At one point, they had to restart his heart. 

But somehow, he pulled through. Sakura didn’t know how it happened, the other nurses didn’t know how it happened, and the doctors breathed noticeable sighs of relief when he finally stabilized. A cheer went up from one of them. Another leaned against the counter for support and breathed.

Sakura was checking his vitals when he first opened his eyes. She’d asked for his name, for his age, who he was, but he didn’t answer her. All he did was ask for his dad. Ask if he was okay. Ask where he was. Ask if he could see him. And he was out like a light, before Sakura even had the chance to answer. 

And, the dad. 

Well. 

He was another form of ‘hysteria,’ one Sakura hadn’t seen before. Even with a concussion and bruises and lacerations all over his body, he’d fought her and her fellow nurse hard, so hard that they had to bring in reinforcements and, in the end, sedate him for his and their safeties. And she understood it. His little boy--so young, so small--had taken a bullet to the shoulder and just about bled out in his arms. She didn’t want to imagine what that felt like. What that did to a parent. 

But he’s with Shigeo, now. They’re together. Doctor Takeda left them in Shigeo’s room, gave them as much space and time as they needed. Sakura worries, but Doctor Takeda is smiling, and she sets it out of her mind and goes about her usual rounds. 

Right up until she gets to their room. 

The bed is tiny, fit for a child. Not an adult, and definitely not for a tall adult. But somehow, father and son smushed themselves in there, with Shigeo curled snug and secure into his chest, and Arataka’s arms wrapped around him, tugging him closer, even in sleep. His knees are bent at an awkward angle and his feet dangle off the end of the bed, in between bars, but they look comfortable. For the very first time since they were brought in, they’re at peace and in each other’s arms. 

Sakura lets herself smile before checking their bandages; Shigeo’s first (fine), and Arataka’s second (also fine). Then she moves to their vitals, and of course Shigeo’s are the only ones to read for now. She’ll have to get Arataka to move back into his own room soon enough, but that time hasn’t come yet. 

She swaps out Shigeo’s nearly empty IV for a full one and does one last check of them both before stepping out of the room. They’d had to pull through a lot, the two of them, to get to where they are now. And she couldn’t be happier for them that they’ve made it.

[chibistarlyte]

you know i'm gonna keep sendign you bagginshield prompts: how bout gimme a taste of what a pokemon bagginshield au would be from you pls i need it after detective pikachu, are they rivals? does one of them run a pokemon daycare and the other brings their nephew(s) in with their starters? you must have some pokemon teams started for them, how'd they meet their pokecompanion? (i will get a full AU out of you one of these days ehueheue)

(i meant to have this posted by your birthday but hdfdkudsh sorry it’s a few days late…i’m sure once we get more info on pokemon sword/shield i’ll write more specifically about thorin and his corviknight, and some more of this au before then, but for now, please accept cute fluff)

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It was a bright summer day, the sun gracing the flowery fields of Floaroma Town with a warm and comforting light. Reclining back against his sleeping Meganium, Minty, Bilbo breathed in deep through his nose and smiled as the delicate scent of various flowers flooded his senses. 

He watched as the sparse clouds blew across the sky. If he looked hard enough, he could probably see shapes of various Pokémon in the white puffs. But he was just as content to watch the formless fluffs change shape and dimension as the wind pushed them west. The occasional group of Starly flew by, their twitter and chirps like music to Bilbo’s ears. The grass was soft under his bare feet.

What a wonderful, relaxing day.

Bilbo took in another deep breath, this one through his mouth, and allowed his eyes to slide shut. The sun warmed his face.

He was in-between awake and asleep when suddenly a shadow appeared before him, blocking out the sunlight. With his eyes still shut, Bilbo scowled a little.

A deep chuckle came from above him.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” said an equally deep voice.

Bilbo’s eyes opened a crack and a smile immediately flooded his features.

“About time you came home,” he said to Thorin, patting the grass beside him. Thorin took the wordless invite and sat down, also leaning against Minty. The grass-type let out a sleepy yet contented sigh, nuzzling her head against Thorin’s for a moment before returning to her nap.

Without any conscious thought, Bilbo cuddled into Thorin. Thorin wrapped an arm around the smaller man and laid his head atop Bilbo’s curls.

“How was Galar?” Bilbo asked, stifling a yawn. 

“Fine,” Thorin said with a slight shrug. “It’s not Sinnoh, though.”

Bilbo’s smile grew a little wider. Thorin had been gone for a week visiting his cousin, Dáin,  in Galar. Dáin claimed it was business-related–Bilbo had no idea what the trip had to do with Thorin’s mining business, so he didn’t really believe that part–but Thorin had been reluctant to agree.

“What did your cousin even want? I can’t imagine it was just business,” Bilbo said.

Thorin was quiet for a moment, which prompted Bilbo to tilt his head up to look at him.

“He…had a Pokémon for me,” the bearded man said, not looking at Bilbo. 

“A Pokémon?”

Thorin nodded. “It was…my grandfather’s.”

Bilbo’s eyes widened. “What kind of Pokémon?”

Thorin shifted to pull an old Poké Ball from his belt, where he kept the rest of his team secure. “One native to the Galar region, called Corviknight.”

“I’ve never heard of that one before,” Bilbo admitted. “Are you going to let it out?”

Thorin stared at the Poké Ball with a serious expression before shaking his head and returning the capsule to his belt. “It…still doesn’t listen to me well.”

“It’s the stubbornness that runs in your family,” Bilbo said without any bite to it, smiling wryly at Thorin.

Thorin snorted. “Perhaps so.”

Sighing, Bilbo snuggled into Thorin once again. His body heat plus the warmth of the sun was beginning to make Bilbo feel drowsy again. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“I’m glad to be back,” Thorin said, a yawn creeping up on him at the end.

The two plus Minty dozed in the afternoon sun, happy to be all together again after a long week apart.

[estrxlar]

The Ghost Of You

05 - I’m drained

Chapters songs:

Pope is a rockstar; SALES

I don't know you; The Marías

Coax & Botany; Gus Dapperton

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- Y. L. Perspective

       'Shit, I'm late.' I told myself, while a hand searched every corner in my school bag for my phone. Yet, it was nowhere to be found. Without my phone, I couldn't tell Suga that I was a little behind time. I told him I'd meet him in the gym around the end of his practice, but it was now 20 minutes after, and I couldn't be more stressed about my phone missing.

       "Y/n, I'm sure he'll come looking for you right after," Giki says, putting her hands around her love handles, leaning against the wall. "If you two made plans to walk home, then he won't bail. He doesn't seem the type to do that. And besides, he knows where to find you, doesn't he?—"

        I shut down any idea she gave that would help me calm down. "It's not just that! I need my phone, I can't go home without it. Fuck, this always happens!" I pull my hands out of the bag, and run them through my hair, looking around for a solution. "Dude, what the hell do I do?! He hasn't gotten here yet, and I really don't want Suga being angry at me!"

       "Now why would I be angry at you?!"

      Someone calls out from the doorway, catching both Giki and I's attention. There stood Koushi, with a cheeky smile plastered on his face, and one hand held up. "Missing something?" He said, as my phone stood between two of his fingers.

       At the sight, I sigh, in relief, happy at least one of my issues was solved. "Thank you, so much," I say, as he smiles down at me, passing it. Honestly, I couldn't be more thankful for him; if it wasn't awkward, I could've even hugged him.

      Gathering my things, I throw on my bag, and I'm able to become poised, instead of seeming like a mad man. "That's my queue. See you later, Giki. You have a ride home, right?"

      She nods. After our goodbye, I leave the band room, then begin my walk with Suga. My hands ran down my blazer, hoping that it would warm them up a bit. Tonight was chilly, possibly the coldest night of the week. But that was okay, because cold, rainy nights were what I lived for; nothing felt better than sleeping during them. The only thing I was worried about was if I'd get home in time before the storm starts.

      "Why are you so stressed out? You didn't seem this way during lunch. Is something bothering you?" Suga asks in his calming voice, interrupting my thoughts. Though, it wouldn't be bad to let them run freely from my mouth. The only thing I worried about was that I'd break down if I were to talk about everything that was on my mind.

       But it wasn't like I was uncomfortable talking with Suga, so why not. "It's nothing, really. I think I've just recently been on the edge about everything. It's like, if some teeny thing goes wrong, I become a complete mess. But it's probably just because I'm still processing the fact that everything is happening so fast." I explain, rubbing my left temple while closing my eyes.

      "I get it. That's how I feel, too. But I can't imagine how it must be for someone as busy as you. But if you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears."

      I feel his eyes on me, as well as his hand on my shoulder. It laid comfortably, lightly squeezing it. At the action, I immediately open my eyes, nervous as to any movements, and hear almost my heartbeat through my ears. Honestly, I cursed myself for feeling so giddy inside just because he was being friendly, but I also cursed myself for thinking it meant something. That's what having low self-esteem means, thinking he likes me because he's nice. "Yeah, it's okay. Besides, I think all I need right now is to get home and rest. Maybe that would help me a bit— you know?" My voice cracks at the end, and the pressure of tears building up in my nasal passage, which came before a good cry.

        'No, because I KNOW I'm not about to cry in front of Sugawara. That would be the worst situation.' I thought to myself, feeling my eyes burn. No way in hell I would do that purposefully. That would look as if I'm seeking attention like a lost puppy, which is exactly what I didn't want to seem like.

       But sadly, a sniff from my nose reveals me completely, making him turn my shoulders towards him. His eyes looked worried, seeking reassurance I was ready to cry. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

     'There's the magic word.'

     Now, a few tears escaped my eyes, quickly being cleaned away by my sleeve. But after a few seconds, it felt pretty pointless to try and hide them. "I— I'm sorry. I've just been keeping it all in till right now—God, this is really awkward." I say, giggling in nervousness on the last part, before placing both hands over my face and look down. The clouds growled above us, giving me a sense that they were about to pour as well.

     "That's okay. I didn't mean to go over boundaries with your personal life— I'm sorry." He says, now putting both of his hot hands on my shoulders. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed sometimes, and it's okay to let your feelings out. But it's not okay to bottle up your emotions. I would know, wouldn't I?"

      I nod, swabbing more tears before looking towards him. "Yeah, I know. I just don't really talk about it, especially now that my schedule is packed and all." I say, clearing my throat. As much as I hate to say it, Suga was right; nobody knew what keeping your feelings inside felt like the way he did.

      And so, I kept crying, and stood in front of him for a good minute, just letting it out. He wasn't sure what to do at first, but then he put his arm around me, then another, and trapped me in a hug.

      My head laid against his chest, and his hands wrapped around my neck, while he laid his head over mine. Although I felt truly humiliated and like a complete child, I guess a hug from a friend couldn't hurt. Honestly, I'd expected myself to break down sometime soon; Undergoing so many things can be stressful. Moving to a different country soon, graduating in only a year, and trying to drift from close friends was hard. The only thing is that I didn't expect to cry in front of someone I wasn't completely close with.

      "What's going on, Y/n? If you don't mind me asking." To my surprise, his hand gently runs through my hair to comfort me and hums in worry. "I hope you know you can talk to me."

     As much as I appreciated Sugawara trying to make me feel better, I still felt completely inhibited. But as much as a hated this moment, I just needed to let my feelings out. And now, I couldn't control when or where I'd do it, I just needed it to happen. Silently sniffing, a response later to his question. "I'm just realizing so many things are happening, and I'm feeling overwhelmed about it. But I'll get over it, don't worry." My stiff body pulls away slowly, and I hastily pick myself back up from my breakdown.

     "Oh.. well, I understand that. You know I've got a lot on my shoulders, and I've had a lot of time spent in that corner of panic. I guess your third year comes with many burdens, doesn't it? But it'll be okay, Y/n. Your feelings are completely valid, don't feel bad or ashamed about them. And besides that, you should appreciate yourself for getting yourself through them, okay?" His hand strokes my jaw, raising it to meet his bright eyes, while an unavoidable smile of his appears. "You're gonna be okay."

     As predicted, I felt a tad better than I had before. It seemed Suga found the exact words I had needed today, ones that no one ever told me. I wasn't so used to people comforting me this way in person, therefore making me uneasy when having this conversation with him. But I was glad that I did because now the knot between the two of us untied if only a little.

      I nod, looking down towards my shoes again, as his hand leaves my face and travels back into his sweat pants pocket. "Yeah, I know. Thanks, by the way, "I mumble, before sniffing once more, and turning towards the direction we were walking in before I had started crying like an idiot. "I know I'm not supposed to apologize, but still, I'm sorry for making this awkward. Usually, I'm not the one to embarrass myself in front of somebody like this."

      "Oh, don't fret. I've had my share of embarrassment, and probably the one with more shame than ever between the two of us," Sugawara replies, clearing his throat. "And I should be the one to give you an apology, It wasn't my place to be nosy and make you cry."

      "Don't worry about it, I was bound to weep like a baby any time soon." A small chuckle leaves my mouth, lightning the heavy mood I'd created. "So, Suga, what makes you think you're more shameful than me?"

    He too, laughs a bit, before answering my question. "Well, for starters, I've cried in front of Daichi, one of the most indestructible people I know. Not only was that embarrassing, but it was because I was too weak to face my problems. And second off, as you know, I don't handle them properly. Not at all."

     "I don't know. Mind explaining to me?" I ask him, observing his reaction to my question. Thankfully, he wasn't too uncomfortable about it, but he was still hesitant to say much.

    He sighs, running his fingers through his silver hair, and clarifies to me briefly. "N-nothing. I just used to have a bad perspective of everything; not trying, careless about other people, and dull. Really, really dull. I've made a lot of mistakes throughout last year, and ones that you can't fix easily. But I'm not like that anymore, at least I hope I'm not."

A part of me mourns for Suga. I knew exactly what that feeling was like, except it was around my first year of high school. For him, this only happened recently. "Well, I would know that. You don't seem very inconsiderate, more like a gentle guy." I say as we get ready to cross the road to our neighborhood.

"I hope so."

As we walk across the small road, I still feel a small portion of myself regretting ever crying in front of Suga. Yes, it wasn't that big of a deal and I would probably get ever it tomorrow, but that could have changed his perspective of me forever. I wouldn't want to seem like a little cry baby like I was before, if it seemed that way, he might have thought I haven't had any growth.

    The rest of our walk is neutral, and none of our conversations include whatever unpleasant situation happened, thankfully. But throughout it, I couldn't help but think thoroughly through the information Suga had told me. I know he went through some shit bad, but I didn't know he was so down that way. I'd see him in hallways looking gloom and gummy, and rumor had it he was sleeping around to deal with it.

      'Poor Koushi.'

      Finally, the two of us reach my street, and my pace starts to pick up, as I turn behind me to say my thanks to him. "Thanks again, Suga. You know, for keeping me company and all."

     The silver-haired boy smiles, looking up at me with his large hazel eyes. As he nods, his position slowly turns around, and he begins to walk away with his head down once again, making his way home. I for one, jog the rest of the way to my house.

     It wasn't much— just a two-story that looked a tad more modern than the others around us. It had rectangular windows with a black windowpane and a tall dark oak door with small rectangular windows trailing down. Its brick was stained a light, dusty brown, which complemented the rest of the house nicely. The roofs were black as well, giving off an industrial theme. But besides that, the house was built like the rest that sat next to us.

    I walked towards the oversized doors, fitting a key into the lock above the handle. It twists, making a 'click!' sound, and I walk past the entrance, closing the door behind me. It's nothing much— only as modern inside as it is outside. My mother had no struggle with making enough money to keep her house nicely decorated, even if she barely use it.

Honestly, being home made me sad sometimes. At school or friends' houses, I could be alongside someone. Even if we were doing nothing, I would still appreciate their company. But here at home, there was nobody, just like always.

It had only been this way after they'd both found jobs and began working so hard. Up until I was around five, there were distant memories of the three of us— me, my mom, my dad— living in a small apartment downtown, where a one-bedroom in the middle of high crime was all my parents could afford. But once they got their job, it was all nannies and more money. It wasn't later after that they got divorced after discovering that they didn't need each other anymore. Yes, I was proud my parents got back onto their feet after such dark times, but not if it meant that their kids had to raise themselves. Me being an only child, I grew up around teenage girls being paid 50$ an hour yet glued to their phones, while I would play with shit I probably shouldn't have. But it wasn't like it mattered, right? Soon I'd be able to leave Japan and start a new life, instead of being trapped under my parents' absent wing.

"Hey, Astra," I mumble to the small house pet, reaching my hand out to touch her while I slid my shoes off, placing them into the basket that held many others. Then I take off my blazer, hanging it up on the black metal coat rack, and stretch out my hands and arms. The cat under me escapes from my grasp, running into the kitchen for dinner.

Astra was one of the only things that helped me de-attach from reality for a second, and remember that it'll all be okay. That, and guitar. The only thing with playing guitar when you're stressed is that the anger only builds up if you can't get a note right. With Astra, she was a simple white cat who lounged around all day, and may I say a great cuddle buddy. But besides that, she was something I'd had with me for my entire childhood; she's always been my comfort corner.

      The cat circles around my legs as I pour kibble into her small bowl while looking up at me, and down at the bowl. After I stand back up, she begins her meal, and I still stay starving. Lunch at school isn't very enjoyable, and my bento didn't have much today, so I guess I had to make my food tonight.

      And so, disappointed, I open the fridge to scan what I could shove down my throat before bed. 'There's nothing but vegetables and expired yogurt once again. Gee, I've gotta go grocery shopping sometime soon.' My brain thinks when I suddenly find a small blue container sitting against the inside of my fridge, with a yellow note on it.

'Brought you your favorite. See you tomorrow morning. I'll drop you off at school- father.' My heartbeat comes to a halt at the words 'father'. Was he really here? Possibly for long? I hadn't seen him since about eight months ago, because as always, his job is more important than his daughter. Still— I wasn't completely comfortable with knowing he was here in Miyagi Prefecture, probably in a late business meeting. No way in hell he would ever come to see me volunteering. It must have been a job trip and I was on the way there. Besides, I wasn't sure if mother was okay with me seeing him so suddenly. But knowing them, they probably arranged for this to happen.

     Was dad back in town?

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Hey guys. I'm sorry I'm taking so long to update my chapters, I've just been super stressed out and kind of working myself a little too hard on many things. As always I love you all very much, and please don't forget to vote!!

- estrxlar

[servospawn]

What's going on with Z and Matt in Twitterland now? (I'm invested in their story but don't always know what's happening on twitter sorry)

skjhfs well.. not much has happened but also at the same time sooo muchhh has happened? their tweets for the most part have been random without too much conflict attached but Zero himself is having an interesting week so far. 

THIS IS KIND OF A LONG READ. AT FIRST I WAS LIKE.. THIS CAN BE EXPLAINED IN 3 PARAGRAPHS BUT LOL JK. NOT TO ANNOY ANYONE I’VE ADDED A READ MORE. IT’S A BIT MUCH.

i guess for starters he spent Mother’s day with Hitomi and took her shopping. he got her one of those pandora starter charm bracelets and promised that each time he gets a chance to see her she’d get a new charm to add to the collection. by dinner, Zero decided for himself that it was time to maybe have a talk with his mom about a few things and since everything prior to them sitting down had gone so smoothly he figured it was best to take his chances right then and there. at first it was a little difficult for him to get the right wording out but once he took a deep breath and wiped his forehead a couple times he managed to pull through and tell her about the struggles he’s been having with his sexuality. 

he admitted that he’s physically/sexually attracted and has been intimate with men and that it’s very possible he may be bisexual. he expressed how he’s been having a hard time discovering this about himself while also keeping it hidden among his family/peers out of fear of judgement and abandonment. naturally, saying all of this out loud to someone other than Matt for the first time overwhelmed him as he started to tear up quite a bit but at the same time he felt such a sense of relief and weight off his shoulders. it really didn’t take Hitomi more than like a second to get up from across the table and over to where he was sitting to pull him in her arms and coddle him while he cried about it. she was so shocked over him feeling like he couldn’t come to anyone for so long to talk about it.. not even her and it honestly broke her little heart and so she cried a bit too ;-;;;; 

once they settled down a little bit she let him talk about everything he’d been internalizing and did her best to make him feel comfortable. he said he felt better talking to her about it instead of Panda and then Hitomi thinking of Granger in general understood why he’d feel like he couldn’t talk to him without catching a heart attack. she ask if he’d feel more comfortable with her being there when he was ready but he decided against it and knew he’d just have to talk to Panda on his own time. 

BUT HERE’S THE REAL QUESTION GUYS.. ZFKGJHSFG. DID ZERO TELL HITOMI THAT IT’S ACTUALLY BEEN MATTY THIS WHOLE TIME HE’S BEEN SEEING INTIMATELY?? 

of course not. pls.. let’s take it one step at a time here. Zero is 100% certain that if Hitomi knew it was Matt (aka the brother of the non-human thing who stole her Panda away from her) it would leave a bad taste in her mouth. she’s already not fond of them being bestfriends and in a way feels betrayed that Zero has pretty much accepted Fenix and her entire family over her. she’d be furious in thinking that Matt is brainwashing Zero or something smh.. so he just left that minor detail alone.

okay so there’s that.. nowwww a few hrs later on the drive back to campus.. Zero makes a stop at Mini’s place because of this..

Mini wasn’t in the best shape on the count of her relationship with Rei and Zero seeing this offered to keep her company. he doesn’t know why she’s crying but it didn’t really matter to him.. he wanted to be there for his friend. so he gets to her place, comforts and consoles her in bed as best as he could.. but in the middle of this, because of Mini’s vulnerable state, they start making out. Zero’s just going with the flow.. he doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he’s like.. this is fine. he hasn’t had wendigo dick in a while okay.. he’s backed up. one thing leads to another and Zero is like balls deep in Mini okay.. like i’m actually proud. he’s losing his virginity like all over again but not in the ass this time. goals. now i admit.. being that it’s his first time having sex with a woman.. things aren’t that smooth but like it’s good enough for the situation at hand.. they’re both trying to escape their realities of not having the person they actually want by having each other. Mini’s thinking about Rei and Zero is hearing that slight laughter of wendigo dick in his ear. mission accomplished. 

fast forward a few hrs later, it’s like 11am and ohh lookit this.. morning sex. they hang out and make some breakfast afterwards then part to go about their day. 

please. Zero is wrecked okay. not only did he sleep with someone other than Matt and is feeling guilty about that but he’s also like.. 

“was.. this.. worth.. it?????”

like he had a nice time with Mini, truly, but he couldn’t help but think that he enjoyed being on the other side wayyy better. Zero naturally really isn’t a dominate guy and while sometimes he tries to play the more masculine type when he’s interested in girls he’s realized that he’s really into being submissive.. at least with Matt anyway. he’s been comparing this shit since Monday okay.. it is now almost Wednesday for him. he doesn’t know if he’s feeling this way because this is the first time he’s been with a girl or because it was Mini and not Matt or anything else that might pop into his head. it’s like it opened another part of his sexuality he wasn’t even really ready to deal with and it’s just confusing him more and more.

having said all of this.. he’s at the movies right now watching GOTG2 alone and he just doesn’t want to think about anything for the next 2-3 hrs. Mini offered her company but he had to decline. normally he’s like SURE.. but he just wasn’t up for entertaining anyone. 

now we have Matt on the flip side.. sDKjhsdf. this PURE SOUL. so that Sunday night of Zero being balls deep in Mini.. Matt was like.. you know what?? i’m gonna go over there. i’m gonna go to his room and settle this because i can’t. he knew Jaide wasn’t home at the time because of a party that he declined on so having the room to themselves wasn’t an issue. he fucking dfkjhsDFkjhsdf knocks on the door a few times.. no answer. NO NOTHING BITCH.. BECAUSE ZERP IS BREAKING MINI’S FUCKING SPINE ACROSS CAMPUS SOMEWHERE. Matt is over it.. he doesn’t even bother calling his phone or texting because he’s just like.. if you’re not home at 2am then where else the fuck would you even be??? at this point Matt knows Zero is with Mini because he checked his twitter a few hours before about the meet but he was shocked to think that he’d still be with her at this time and not have come home at all. he’s pissed but doesn’t want to be irrational so he texts Miki and asks if he could go to his place and blow off some steam instead of ripping someone’s head off. Miki invites him over and they don’t really do anything besides kiss a few times and Matt falls asleep there after eating some chicken fingers.

[survivoremathia]

Ep. 8 - "I'm Fully Ready to Amass an Army" - Matthew

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158417598191/announcement

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158440201536/merge-tribe-name-and-buff-announcement

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158440315206/reward-2-survivor-auction

RYAN PALMER

So my wonderful alliance, The Fam, is not something I plan on being a part of for very much longer rn. The Jay vote was handled completely wrong. I mean....I'm not upset it was him...but the way we did it....no. First of all I was told we were voting Jay not asked. In fact...Trevor just stated "I'm voting for Jay." What the fuck. That's not how alliances work. And then we didn't tell Isaac or David. And during this Trevor told me that Scott was voting for Isaac but clearly Owen knew he was getting that vote. I'm over it. I talked and apologized to David and Isaac about it last night and basically threw Trevor under the bus to them. Then we merged! And I told Matt about everything. He seems to really like J.D. and Ali so I am fine with working with them if comes to it. Matt really is my #1 ally at this point so I hope things work out. I am sure Trevor/Owen/Lydia will be pissed at me but this is just a game so it's not personal....I just don't like they way Trevor is playing rn.

LOGAN

Okay so full rundown of merge! I think I'm in a bad position right now, but I really want to have a F2 with Duncan. I think between my sunshiney personality and duncan being duncan we could probably get there? Maybe? Idk. Still scared of trevor, but maybe people will see me as less of a threat now that the other bangladesh peeps are gone. RIP rob and eddie, you are missed. 

DUNCAN

Oh my god they killed Jay! That's literally so sad :'( Jay mom wasn't lying when she said this was going to be an intense season. It's already been filled with tears, but now that we've merged, here comes the blood. I don't think I'm on the top of anyone's hit lists, but I'm not in a safe spot  rn so I could  be an easy peasy merge boot. But just happy to be here at the end of the day. Making merge every Athena game? nNut!! Now I have to get through 10/11 more votes....................party! I know Samuel trusts me bc I have him that idol and spit shined his ass the last tribal. Logan and I are kind of at a weird place. We trust each other more than other people but we need to find a fucking home or else we're gonna be get our torches snuffed back to back. As for merging with the other tribe? I'm so relieved to be back with Owen. Like thank the fucking lord there's someone who I can trust again bc all these players are dangerous as get out. I'm a lamb in a pack of wolves. The gag is I'm a wolf in a lamb costume. What I need to do is just law low for a couple rounds while not taking any power position and just strengthen bonds with my tribe mates. Idc who the vote is as long as I can make sure the vote isn't for me and I'm not next on the to go list. I want to do a f3 with Owen and Trevor bc they'll always be a threat as a duo before me, Owen had my back, and I can't get Owen to ever vote out Trevor so why not just work with him? Right? Ummm other things to say? I'm so glad I got the merge tribe name! Oizys! The goddess of misery and anxiety! Everything I've been feeling since this game has begun :-) although it's been stressful I've had a good time bc of how intense this season is. And if I win it, it will be definitely earned. Getting to the end in monuriki was kind of like a cake walk I'm not gonna lie. Getting to the end in motu? Emotionally draining? But with idol help it was manageable to get to the end. This time? Nothing could have prepared me for this. Like, this is so much more intense. It's not only a new ballpark, it's an entirely new game altogether. With merge happening the game has been reset and we'll see if I can play slither or sheep my way into some group. 

TREVOR

https://youtu.be/EwI-sf7ATD0

DAVID

Im here to step it up! I hate all of my alliance for making me not vote with them but also i have no one else I care about so i HAVE to stick with them those BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways MERGE ITS HERE I DID IT MOM. I still dont have Scott added so theres that

MATTHEW

Merge time! So, a 13 person merge with a 5-4-4 original tribe split is hot as hell and I'm proud of us as a cast for being so messy that we've kept the numbers super even. With the swaps and drama that's been going down, it's really difficult to judge at this point where exactly the lines are going to be drawn for the rest of this game. Numbers wise, people who have had bad blood previously are going to have to kiss and make up just to survive which is GLORIOUS for me, especially because I'm already working on becoming BFFs with Logan again after we found ourselves on opposite sides during the first NuOthrys vote. Duncan still seems to be difficult, however, because we don't even talk but I already hear he's doing things that are contrary to what I want to happen in this game and it's just a whole lotta yikes. As of right now, there's one person that sticks out like a sore thumb as a huge target, and that's my old pal Trevor. I absolutely adore Trevor, we were really close a long time ago and I still view him as an absolute sweetheart and great person, but he apparently hasn't been doing himself any favors in this game. Obviously, he has some major connections; a boyfriend for starters, and a BFF in Lydia. Even though that's only a small three, it's the same sort of fear I had about the Bangladesh trio. When you have a group of people who are so close, they basically function as one vote, which is really hella scary down the line because if you needed to flip someone it's not happening. I don't think it would be absolutely necessary to split them up this early, but Trevor has gone to the labyrinth like every single round. I know he knows about the coveted Door #9, which I've had my eye on since literally round 2 of this game, and it really scares me that he could have a whole lot of advantages that I don't know about. Another thing is that I've been able to meet back up with Ryan, my original closest ally on the starting tribes. According to him, Trevor lead the Jay blindside and left a lot of people uncomfortable. Apparently, he's also been making alliances left and right with basically everybody. I don't doubt this at all, especially because Trevor told me the night we merged that he wanted to bring Sam and I into his majority. That's awesome because it keeps his target off of me and sorta lets me know what he's planning, but it also sketches me out that he's playing so hard. I definitely think he will be able to shoot himself in the foot eventually, but I kinda view Trevor as an easy target that I can use to build trust with other people. When you make a big move, it really bonds people together, which is why I always trusted in The Hydra alliance of myself/Sam/JD/Ali. If we make another big move by dethroning Trevor, I can continue to solidify bonds with a much larger group of people. Anyway, the auction throws even MORE items into the game, because it's not like we already have an ENTIRE ROOM IN THE LABYRINTH where anyone can willy nilly pick up unlimited extra votes at any time right? I've been perusing my options here, but I've been tempted this entire time to bid on what Trevor is bidding on to prevent him from going to the labyrinth. I don't think this is the smartest idea for me because it exposes my hand very early and also would prevent me from going to the labyrinth and getting my hands on whatever is behind Door #9. My best course of action is just to be vigilant when results are posted and beat Trevor to the punch. The current plan of action is to weaken Trevor in any way possible and go in for the kill. I'm fully ready to amass an army to take him down that I can hopefully ride out for a few rounds. I'm definitely going to be putting myself out there, but with Trevor is gone, these people are going to need a shield. And I'm just going to be the shield that they can trust for a while.

OWEN

Lmao so there's a SECRET SECRET on this tribe behind the ninth torch door and I have a big feeling that everyone knows about it. So it's literally become a race to the labyrinth. I've already taken two major L's tonight with the auction items I got being useless and/or disadvantageous SO!!!! Hopefully I can get to that damn door first. [9:00:07 PM] Jay Berghuis (Emathia Host): The labyrinth is now open and I am getting off the train. [9:00:09 PM] Owen: Can I go to the labyrinth pls It literally took me two seconds so fingers crosst huh! Update: Fuck my life. I hate my luck in this game. I'm sixth. Anyways.... This merge of 13? W H E W. Once again, this game has been some kind of amalgamation of seriously weird relationships. There's Trevor, Ryan, and Lydia which is probably my closest like "collective" alliance here. But then there's Matt and David who are other tie-ins to Ryan since the four of us had an alliance too. But then there's Sam, who I want to work with, but I can tell he trusts Trevor more than me, which makes sense since they started together. AND THEN DUNCAN SOMEHOW HAS TO FIT INTO ALL OF THIS because at the beginning of the game I swore allegiance to him, but he has never fit into the other plans or groups I've made?? And then there are the newbies, Ali and JD. I really wanted to start this game with newbies on my side. I REALLY wanted to get to play with new people. And I really do like Ali. But Ali/JD are already doing what Sam says I'm pretty sure, and like.... They want to work with Trevor which probably includes me but as a fifth or sixth? Idk. And then there's like Logan/Isaac/Scott who I think are probably the most on the outs. It's strange because the pairing of Sam/Trevor has attachments to Ali/JD/Duncan and Lydia/Ryan/myself, with Matt falling somewhere in there too. It's a huge shit show orgy of alliances and I don't like it because it's not fun. I don't know why but I'm really not having fun. I know too many people in this game and not in a good way. I don't feel like I can truly do what I want because I have to keep in mind a balancing act with so many other relationships. I don't want to screw Trevor, I don't want to screw Duncan. I don't know. The whole Sam and Trevor thing makes it harder too. And I'd like to think I have Duncan as a number one, I probably do, but I can't be sure whether Duncan will think I'm lying or not. So what I need to do for a bit is just, let things be as they are. There are still 13 people in this game. I've proved in the past that I'm willing to make a move, I'm willing to flip a script, I'm willing to go against a majority. I've done it all. But like... This is a true Greek God-like family where the family tree gets all fucked up cause people can't keep their penises in their pants!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'll let the Gods eat each other's heads, fuck each others wives, swallow each other's children, do all that shit, and at the end of the day hopefully I'll be here in a few rounds to look at all of the pieces left and pick up the ones I want. Until then, my short-term goals are miniscule: don't get voted out, and keep Duncan safe. I literally have no luck in this game. I can't rely on an idol or any other power. I get the same damn message FOUR TIMES in a row. And two seconds wasn't fast enough to get anything else out of it. So :) Let them use their powers on each other and maybe they'll forget about me when they think about all the other people doing shit! Whew!

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I cannot believe the shit Ali tells me???? Like Trevor and I are talking and Trevor's telling me all this stuff that Ali said about the labyrinth and everything and like sadfkhfjd Ali literally told me all this too and we've been talking for less than 24 hours. It's like... Good because information, bad because everyone else gets the same info?? But now he's trapped in the labyrinth so I guess he can't spill all the tea anymore!!!! oOPS! And JD.... JD. I love this girl because she doesn't quite understand.... And I want to be friends with her too I'm cryin fksjddhfsjd these newbies are something else huh!

LOGAN

SO. THANK YOU MATT FUCKING SUMMERS. Matt comes to me before labyrinth opened and he goes "So there's this locked door that opens post-merge that both Trevor and I know about." And I FUCKING WENT IN THE DOOR CUZ I GOT FIRST PICK. AND GUESS WHO HAS AN EXTRA VOTE?

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158455510956/immunity-challenge

JD

Sooooo, I've really not good with auctions. I mean, that really isn't a surprise i guess. But all well. My alliance got some stuff and that's what matters... Partly Because it can still benefit me and partly because now i know what a lot of people got/ what it does

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I feel... Much bad. Like i feel so stupid for questioning Trevor. This is way your not supposed to talk to anyone outside the game about the game. I shouldn't question him really because him really because i feel like him and Lydia both want to take me or and or Ali to the final. 'i helped carry a newbie with me, while protecting myself' they'll have another thing coming though if that's their plan. 

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Omg ALI!! I'll come for you! We'll find out..... After tribal though~ it sucks because i cant communicate with my closet partner. So i just hope he's okay with what I do for tribal... Even though it's all basically the same as we've been playing.

http://survivoremathia.tumblr.com/post/158512844281/announcement

ALI

https://youtu.be/Odf-Lk8GHIo

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Can I just apologise for chewing gum in my last video confessional? It sounds super distracting and annoying- sowwy! :)

TREVOR

https://youtu.be/HaJC-MgoVqU