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beautifuldisaster88 · 10 months ago

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Don't Blame Me

A/N: I just randomly came up with this whole listening to Taylor Swift's song Don't Blame Me. I feel like that would so be Unhinged!Rafe and InnocentTurnedUnhinged!Girlfriend. Like they would do whatever it takes to protect each other. Sorry in advance if it sucks. I didn't proofread or anything. Simply wrote it and posted right after.

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She ran as fast as her legs would take her the moment that she found out Barry planned on betraying Rafe, and turning him in. After trying over and over again to call Rafe, having no luck, she panicked, throwing her phone as she kept running. Her chest tightened and breathing became more difficult, but a panic attack wasn't going to stop her from getting to Rafe.

Drenched in sweat and out of breath, she spotted the Kildare County Sheriff's department boats, making her worst nightmare come true. It was too late. They'd found him. No, fuck that! Nobody was taking her love away, not even the fucking law. That's when she spotted him, face smashed into the mud and a large deputy on top of his. From what she could see, they already had her man in handcuffs. Wrong move, assholes.

Removing her gun, well Ward's gun, from the waistband of her shorts, she quickly turned off the safety, and stepped out from behind a tree and pointing it straight at Shoupe's head. All eyes were on her, including Rafe's. An eerie silence washed over those who were meant to serve and protect.

"You've got two options here, Shoupe. One, you let Rafe go and forget any of this happened. You destroy every file, every piece of evidence, anything that pertains to Rafe. Option number two." She cocked the gun, the click echoing from the dead silence. "I don't think you're going to like option two. Two, I pull the trigger and put a bullet in your fucking skull. Then you can reunite with Peterkin. Sure, I might not be fast enough to shoot all of you, but you can bet your asses, I'm taking most of you down with me. Your choice, Shoupe."

She took a step closer, more than ready to shoot. The look in her eyes was unlike any they'd ever seen. The once sweet and innocent girl was gone, replaced with a stone cold killer. After all, she was just a girl in love, and that meant protecting the man she loved at all costs. Consequences be damned.

"You don't wanna do that. You're not like him. You're not a killer." Shoupe tried to plead with her, but his words were useless. He might as well have been a baby babbling.

"That's where you're wrong. Now, I'm going to count to three and if your buddy still doesn't back the fuck away from Rafe, he'll be the first to reunite with Peterkin. One."

"Think this through. Is he really worth losing your life over? I know you, you're a good girl. You've got a clean record. Can't you see what he's doing to you? He's poisoned you."

"Yes. Yes, he is worth losing my life over, and he's not fucking poisoning me! He just helped me realize who I truly am. Also, you don't know shit about me. None of you fucking do! Whatever blood is on his hands, I've got the same on mine. Two. Don't make me get to three, Shoupe. I'm warning you."

The deputy that had Rafe on the ground, dug his knee deeper into the Cameron boys back. "Get the fuck off me! Don't you dare fucking hurt her, Shoupe! I'll fucking kill you myself if anything happens to her!" Rafe yelled, trying his damnedest to fight off the deputy. Having his hands cuffed behind his back wasn't helping. He panicked, picturing the worst. He had to get free, had to save his angel.

"Three. Don't say I didn't warn you."

In the blink of an eye, she had the gun pointed at the deputy's head, finger on the trigger and ready to shoot.

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't you ain't doing it right."

"WAIT! WAIT! DON'T SHOOT!" Shoupe screamed, looking between her and the deputy, his hands up in surrender. The look in her eyes said everything, she was going to kill the deputy. Love really had made her crazy. The other deputy's shot hesitant looks at one another, but slowly began to lower their weapons.

"Let the boy go." Shoupe instructed him, earning a look as though he'd lost his mind.

"He killed Peterkin! This bastard is going to rot behind bars." The deputy spat, digging his knee deeper into Rafe's back.

"I SAID LET HIM GO DAMNIT! OR THE GIRL WILL SHOOT! WE DON'T NEED ANYMORE BLOOD SPILLED!"

Doing as he was told, the deputy uncuffed Rafe, releasing his weight off the Cameron boys back, making Rafe smirk... That was until he saw the deputy reaching for his gun in his holster, eyes glued on the only girl that Rafe has ever loved. Oh no he didn't, nobody was shooting his girl.

In one swift motion, Rafe wrestled the deputy to the ground, grabbing his gun and hitting him in the head with it, hard enough to knock the big guy on his ass. With both of them still pointing their guns at the officer's, Rafe quickly made his way to her side.

Taking her hand, they laced their fingers together, both glancing over at each other.

"Together until the end, yeah?" Rafe whispered to her.

She nodded, squeezing his hand. "Together until the end, baby. I love you, Rafe."

"I love you too, angel. If we make it outta here, 'm taking you far away and we're gonna start that life we always talked about, yeah? Yeah. I promise."

Shots rang as the couple began shooting at the deputy's, trying their hardest to dodge the bullets as they shot back.

"Shit. Motherfucker shot me!" She hissed, grabbing her side as she put a bullet into the deputy's skull. Her side hurt like a motherfucker, the pain worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Still, she wasn't about to just lay down and die. No, they'd come this far, and this was not how her and Rafe's story ended.

"angel, you okay!? Talk to me, baby!" Rafe yelled out from behind a tree, trying to avoid the flying bullets that hit the bark above his head. The panic evident in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, m'fine. Don't worry 'bout me."

Rafe could tell by the sound of her voice that she was lying. He knew her inside and out, and knew when she was lying. She wasn't fucking okay. He couldn't lose her. No, not her. Without thinking twice, he ran out from behind the tree, staying crouched down as he ran towards her, dodging bullets as he shot at the remaining officer's along the way. Shoupe was nowhere to be seen, meaning the pussy ran and left his deputy's to die. Not surprising.

As soon as Rafe reached her, he wrapped an arm around her, using his strength to keep her on her feet. The color in her face was fading, white tank top now soaked in crimson.

"We gotta go, baby. Gotta get you outta here and patched up. You're fucking crazy, you know that?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he quickly planted a kiss on the side of her head, before scooping her up in his arms.

"Like I said, don't blame me love made me crazy."

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #obx #unhinged rafe #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #don't blame me #love made me crazy

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keyh0use · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Free Choice

jealously, Semi-public sex, Rafe acting like a brat to get what he wants

Rafe's back hit the large trunk of the towering tree with a sickening crack, startled gasp slipping out at the contact.

Before the boy could get his bearings, Barry was fusing their mouths together, two large hands coming up to cradle his flushed face.

Confused, and wildly turned on by the sudden change, Rafe mumbled, "Shit, what—"

"Isn't this what you wanted, Rafey," Barry asks, dark brow cocked. The nickname makes both of them cringe, but it gets the point across, Rafe's responding grin annoyingly attractive.

Lithe fingers curl into the material of Barry's sweatshirt and the boy inquires, "You're jealous? Really?"

"Should I be?" snaps Barry.

The two of them arrived mid-afternoon to the corn maze Rafe had been raving about for weeks, noting several times it was all the rave this time of year for north side families, seeing how it was put on by one of their own.

And sure, Barry could admit the farm had been cute upon first glance, only a couple groups moving about and the October sun comfortable.

Then they approached the girl sitting behind a table covered in a checkered tablecloth with a metal box to pay the entry fee—and she gave Rafe a very warm welcome.

Her freckled face was stretched in a wide smile the entire interaction, not paying a lick of attention to Barry's presence and openly flirting with the kook boy.

And Rafe...Rafe hadn't flirted back, no. But he was unusually friendly, happily engaging in conversation and nudging Barry's arm when he laughed. Like they were just buddies or something.

When the bitch finally turned to greet Barry, acting like she'd seen a fucking ghost upon the sight of him, his intention was to introduce himself as Rafe's boyfriend. Just to be petty.

But that didn't happen because Rafe was quick to interrupt the introduction, boasting about the ugly orange cupcakes the girl had supposedly baked.

Then Rafe had the audacity to cling to the older man the whole way through the maze, making light-hearted chit-chat and kissing his face lovingly, like nothing happened.

"No, of course not," Rafe assures the other man, leaning in to share an affectionate kiss, one that Barry very rudely pulls away from.

Instead of making a counter argument about how disrespectful that whole debacle felt, Barry instructs, "Turn around."

"What? Barry, there's people—"

"Oh, shit, you're totally right." Barry fixes a stern look on the boy's face and meanly says, "Did it sound like you had a choice? You don't. Turn your ass around."

Not one to disobey, Rafe glanced nervously from side to side before doing as told, only to have his face shoved roughly into the bark.

The splintering wood is cold and damp against Rafe's sensitive skin, no doubt nicking him where it cuts in to his face.

Rafe's pants and briefs are unceremoniously yanked down his long legs, pooling around his ankles and leaving him completely exposed from the waist down, an embarrassed sound escapes him and has Barry huffing a laugh.

"This is—Barry," the boy nervously rambles, trying to make sense of his conflicted thoughts just as two spit covered fingers push inside of him without warning. "Fuck! Barry, no, we can't—"

"Calm the hell down, country club. If anyone's goin' away for public indecency, it ain't gonna be the pretty white boy."

Two fingers quickly becomes three, scissoring and curling, Rafe still relaxed from being fucked before breakfast.

Barry used his clean hand to undo his button and zipper to free his aching cock, quick to remove the digits and replace them with the fat cockhead, pressed bluntly against the boys entrance.

"We—" Rafe breaks off with a deep groan and lolls his head down, forehead pressed against the tree as he pants harshly. "Barry, we shouldn't, this is wrong."

"Is it?" Calloused hands come to grip the kooks slim hips just as Barry's kicking his legs further apart, choosing to yank him back instead of snapping forward, impaling Rafe on his sizeable prick. In a teasing tone, the dealer asks, "Does this feel wrong, baby?"

The kook is trying to keep a watchful eye on the opening of the maze, sure a group of unsuspecting strangers will stumble out and catch the two in the act, fucking against a tree like animals.

Only blue eyes can't help but flutter when Barry pulls out halfway and fucks back in deeper, causing Rafe to let out a cry into the otherwise quiet autumn evening.

Not the whistling wind or the faint sound of music in the distance can cover the obscene noises the two are making.

"You wanted this," accuses Barry, hunched over the boys slender form and grunting in his ear on every inward thrust. "Admit it, bitch, you pissed me off on purpose—"

Rafe insists, "No!"

"No? You're lying." Barry curls rough fingers around the boy's throat, effectively keeping Rafe pinned in place as a punishing pace is set. "You want that north side slut, Rafe? You gonna take her to midsummer's and invite her to Sunday dinner? Huh? That what you want, baby boy?"

Short, blunt nails reach back to dig into Barry's hip, latching on like a lifeline. "God, no, no—"

Pulling Rafe closer by his throat, the man spits, "No of 'course not, baby, you're too much of a cock whore. Right? Can't live without it?"

Bobbing his head dumbly in reply, Rafe's free hand flies between them to fist his own neglected cock, weeping precome like a faucet as Barry assaults the bundle of nerves inside him.

Barry prompts, "Tell me. Tell me you need it, Rafe, please—"

"I do!" whines the kook. "I love your big cock, love you!"

The absence of Barry's fingers digging into his throat isn't missed because the man wraps his large hand around Rafes and helps strip the boys prick, breathing heavily over his shoulder.

There's people coming—Barry hears the laughter first, and clocks the exact moment Rafe does, the boy tensing around him.

Tight rings of muscle flex around Barry's pulsating cock and it swells before he's flooding Rafe with warm, sticky come.

"Oh," moans Rafe at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as Barry's guided masturbation brings him off too, shooting ropes of come against the dark wood of the tree.

Then it's a scramble for Barry to right then in time for the strangers to come around the corner, finding the two locked in an affectionate embrace but otherwise unsuspecting.

The walk back to the truck is peaceful, Rafe's hand in Barry's until they're within sight of the kook girl, who waves enthusiastically at the boy.

Only this time Rafe doesn't just wave back and continue on like the older man expected, instead the boy is turned to press a heated kiss to his boyfriends mouth.

Barry can't help but to glance back at the entry table, a sick satisfaction settling in his chest when he spots the obvious scowl on the bitches face.

#just getting a feel for this cause idk how to exclude plot #rafebarry #rafe x barry #dialogue heavy #just because #kinktober #the others will be longer + better

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straightouttatheashes · 1 year ago

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Through the Smoke And Fire

Set during the battle for Amirdrassil & the Wellspring -----

There had been hardly any time to recover from the assault at the Eye of Ysera from the djaradin, before Alexstrasza, Merithra, Ysera and Vyranoth summoned their forces into battle. The time for Amirdrassil to bloom had come, yet due to the need to draw from the Wellspring, the World Tree was weakening the barrier, and Fyrakk chose this moment to launch a full assault - stronger than any they'd seen before. Pheonix and Barry had already lended their aid to defend the Eye, so in the sin'dorei's mind, there was no other option but to fight here too, to see it through and protect the World Tree. They'd made it to the frontal assault camp, gearing up and listening to strategies from the leaders....although there was a delay in reinforcements. The line had to be held. --- Pheonix kept close to Barry, fighting by his side as they aided the army of kaldorei and druid alike, fending off enemies so the faerie dragons could create treants from fertile soil to bolster the ground forces. But the assault from the combined forces of the djaradin, druids of flame and primalists together seemed to never falter. One fell, more would appear. A call was made from Vyranoth to remove the large elementals from further towards the fiery chasm...and Phe looked over across the battle field where smoke billowed upwards. "...I can." She whispered to herself, before speaking louder. "I can help! I'm gonna go down there!"

Barry heard Vyranoth's call as he struck down an enemy. He glanced over his shoulder quickly at the leaders before whipping his head back to Phe. "Are you sure?" He asked, full of concern. "I know you can take it but theres so many guys down there." He gestured towards the chasm as he spoke with a dagger - a large crowd of flame druids gathering.

Pheonix was already strategising in her head, though her estimate would be just that. Barry was right. “I’m more than equipped for it. I dunno if we’ve got numbers on our side down there.” There were obviously the stoneskin druids that could handle the fire….but they were outnumbered, clearly. “Those big guys need to be taken outta the picture.” She looked back to Barry with a slanted grin. “I’ll be back, no sweat.” Barry glanced back around and then groaned. "If i see you get in any kind of trouble, I'm coming down to get you. I dont care if my ass burns." He glared at her as if he was threatening her. "Yell for me if you need help!"

She knew it was risky, though quickly turned and shoved an enemy back before replying. Oof. No time to chat. “You won’t! I’ll be fine! I’d care if your ass burned.” Phe winked over her shoulder, before aiming a quick jab straight into the foe’s windpipe to bring them down, as she vaulted over them, dashing towards the chasm. “Keep alert!” She wouldn’t need help! It’s fine! She has this. It’s what she was made for. She’d be right back at Barry’s side.

Barry watched as a few enemies charged down after Phe as she ran past them, and he shifted his weight a few times. He couldn't help but groan loudly and sprint after her. Why did he second guess himself? He could have been fine on the grass and not by the fire. Damn it Phe. Blades drove into an unsuspecting Primalist, only to be pulled out just as quickly as he closed the distance between himself and his wife.

Pheonix was quick on her feet, despite taking a few hits, she managed to easily dodge others and cracked her knuckles once she’d stopped being attacked. Okay, where to- “Barry?” She was suprised to see he had followed her. The heat from the elementals was already able to be felt, and no doubt it was just going to get more intense. Not to mention the flame druids in this area. “I-“ She looked worried for a brief moment, but nodded. A part of her was glad he came after her. “It’s gonna get hot, you know that?” "I'll be fine! I'm already hot. You focus on the heat." Barry fell into place by her side - her vulnerable blind spot - and caught a druid as they charged towards him. His blade cut through flesh, and the druid fell. "I'm quick, I can avoid the flames." Blood is going to be hell to clean up.

Phe raised a brow, a slight smirk at his little joke before she nodded and inhaled sharply. Focus on the heat. She was going to have to, if Barry had any chance of surviving and not being burnt to a crisp. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of charred flesh and blood, before she pushed that to the back of her mind and slid down the side of the hill, into the fray - ground crumbling under her boots as a bit of ash and dust kicked up. “Okay okay, let’s go.” Reaching out towards a line of fire that threatened to bar their way across, Phe concentrated as she drew it into herself, tattoos glowing - before releasing it towards another druid.

Barry made sure to not stay too close to Phe while she did her thing. The last thing he wanted was to be singed, especially if Phe was doing her 'fire stuff'. But that didn't mean he wasn't so far away that he couldn't protect her. Just incase. Her blind spot would be protected at all times, and while she was concentrating, he'd make sure she wasn't targeted.

Pheonix was nothing if not determined, so if she had a problem with pushing herself, she didn't show it or say anything. Instead her focus was carefully split between making sure they had a somewhat-safe path towards the Elementals, while also being aware and ready to fight as soon as they were assaulted. She trusted Barry to have her back on that one, which he did, and he was quick on the mark with a few that approached her blind spot. Swiftly unhooking one of her obsidian blades from her belt, she dispatched a Primalist that got too close, before redirecting a ball of fire hurled at Barry, back at the assailiant. "Ugh." She grunted. "Be great if they'd stop, right?" A little chuckle to try and lighten the mood, though she knew it wasn't the time for jokes.

Barry was about to jump away from the fireball, knowing he'd still be singed but luckily Phe had intercepted it. He sighed out in relief and then thanked her for saving his ass. "I'm surprised how many fuckers are out here," He muttered loudly. Its like they don't stop coming over no matter what. He already noticed more of their side slowly dwindling. "What are we gunna have to explode to make them stop?" He tried joking back.

"Yeah, it's..." Oop. She quickly moved out of the way as a thorny vine sprang from the ground. Focus. Keeping away from any shadowflame that Fyrakk unleashed upon the battlefield from above, Pheonix started to clear a path for them towards the large elementals - taking down any enemy that got too close, although a few times she wasn't as quick on the mark as usual. Thank fuck for Barry. "There!" She pointed out, a few 'champions' rushing towards the elementals. They must have been who Vyranoth sent, so they most likely had a way of dealing with the large foes. "We'll keep these guys off their backs, huh?"

Barry was able to help with any enemies Phe may have missed, but he still wasnt able to get too close to the flames like she could. Looking over to where Pheonix had indicated, he saw the 'champions' rushing into the fray, and let out a small groan despite himself. "They need to hurry up, we're ain't the professionals." It wasn't as if he was going to leave Pheonix by herself, however, no matter how much he groaned about it.

“It’s fine, we got this!” Phe grinned, once again focusing her attention on siphoning flames into herself, and expelling them towards any enemies that dared try to stand in their way. There was a moment where she staggered slightly, though remained on her feet. Barry glanced at the firebender between stabs at enemies. As soon as the most recent one fell, he paused for a brief moment to observe her. She was slowing down...at least for her personal standards. He pressed his lips and as he was about to say something, a blast of cold suddenly swept past them. Pheonix noticed one of the Elementals incased in ice as she turned to see where the chill had come from. “Hah, look! Easy!” Gods she had to catch her breath. Her body was running hot. Barry turned around to look at the frozen Elementals, and muttered under his breath. "Finally..." At least there was a slight break as Barry another enemy down soon afterwards. For now at least. But the assault group would be moving on, so they’d have to follow. Battling their way to the last one, Phe wasn’t as quick to the draw as she usually was. She’d suffered a few wounds, but luckily managed to hold her own, her tattoos glowing vibrantly as bursts of fire laced her attacks. As another wave of cold swept across the near vicinity, she pushed back the Druid she’d been fighting and inhaled sharply. Fuck. “Big guys down! We can fall back!” Barry should be pleased with that order.

The half-elf looked around briefly as he heard the order to pull back. His attention then fell onto Phe and he gave a quick nod of his head. "Come on, let's go." Barry was more than ready to leave, this fight was getting out of hand and they wouldn't last much longer if they had to stay in.

The fire continued to rage on, and there was no shortage of shadowflame that blasted the charred ground from above. If there was a time to move, it was now. With the large elementals down, the enemies seemed to pause if only for a moment before they continued their fierce assault. Realizing their original path through would soon be overrun, Pheonix looked for another opening - quickly sprinting ahead to clear the fire away, enough for Barry to make it through. But the task was demanding of her, and the more fire she drew in, the more energy she had to spend. "Through here!" She shouted back at Barry - directing another blast towards a primalist that was heading for her.

Barry started to run behind Phe, watching her as she took in the flames. He caught up with her, with an expression of mixed concern and anger. "You have to stop taking in all of this shadowflame, Phe. I'm not leaving until you do, any more you'll end up dead."

"Lucky it's not shadowflame, huh?" Phe grinned back at him. "I'm not that stupid." She'd thought about it though. Still, Barry had a point. She was taking on way more fire than she ever had before....at least not since the 'inferno' incident, but the outcome of that hadn't been great either. "Bro I'm not staying. I'm clearing a path. We don't have much choice." It was either run through a bunch of enemies, or go through a few firey spots - she knew which was easiest. "Now shut up and go, before we get more than a few eager guys on our ass." "Shut it," He threw a playful sneer at her. Fine what ever, she was technically right that they were done fighting for now. It wasn't too far until they'd be out of the canyon, the grass a welcome sight, even though there was an active, bloody battlefield up there as well. "Looks like our side's got the upperhand." Phe pointed out. For now at least. Barry went ahead as she told him to do, taking in the surroundings and sight of the battlefield, despite how bloody it had become. "True..." He thought about when they didn't have the upperhand for a good while.

Suddenly, a fierce wave of fire made Pheonix stumble as she did her best to redirect some, and absorb the rest - leaving an opening for Barry to take the charging druid down. Fuck.

Barry let out a yelp at the sudden attack. There was no time to hesitate though, and as Phe took the brunt of the attack and gathered it up, he regained his focus and charged at the bastard who sent the fire their way - a suprise attack of his own. Shoving his daggers into their body, and kicking them away as he tugged his blades free, Barry looked to Phe to see what kind of condition she was in.

Pheonix was now panting heavily, her forehead sweating and face visibly flushed. Her tattoos seemed to be glowing much brighter than they ever had before...it was clear she was reaching her limit. She'd never had to take on this much fire (nor the power it had behind it) in such a short amount of time before. Maybe she'd bitten off more than she could chew but, drastic things happened in a damn war. She wasn't too far behind Barry as soon as he'd taken the opportunity she'd given him. Don't stop. Keep going. Grass started poking through ash. They'd made it. Unfortunately her blind spot was left vulnerable, and she was caught off-guard and just. While she felt the thorns of the vines summoned by the Flame Druid dig into her leg, she managed to burn herself loose - not before said druid had descended upon her. With the last bit of her energy, she thrust her arms forward to grab at their neck, squeezing and crushing until she felt their throat give way. Her assailant had been prepared though - one opening traded for another. Phe watched their body fall at her feet - before clutching at the dagger driven into her stomach. Oh. "Ha...think you're gonna..have to do the rest."

She was frozen in the moment, her adrenaline the only thing keeping her going, her energy depleted. She felt her knees give way and she dropped....into Barry's arms. He'd always been quick. She heard him repeat her name, and something about 'not removing the dagger'. But she was so tired, and her eyelids were getting heavy.

"Phe? Phe! Stay awake, please." Barry scooped Pheonix's body up carefully, and continued the final push towards the makeshift camp where the Dragonflight leaders and allies gathered. It's gonna be okay.

#writing #so anyway #thankyou to barry for helping me with this scene!

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agentleem · 1 year ago

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Leviathan Company Session 3

So, to recap, cult's dead, there's a new party member, they fought a tree and a cult leader in a tree mech, the slaver killed Baron VonBaron, and Zeta vored a crossbow. They victorious party returns to the employer to get a new job: locating a mysterious magic item for him. So, they venture out to a town across a sea to get the item. On the way there, they free a prisoner and escape an angry mob to get to a temple where they find the object: a regular bag. When one member of the party opened it, a large swathe of bees shot out. This, my friends, is the BAG OF HOLDING BEES. The DM puts in in every campaign he runs. In my first proper campaign with him, (which will be called the "Lightbringer Campaign," for reasons I will tell later) the barbarian actually had that item. He then joined the BBEG, his player replaced him with a character that's the opposite of the barbarian, we fought him, and the undead aaracockra he kept harassing got the final shot on him. We then gave the bag of holding bees to this guy we called "Barry B. Benson" who was obsessed with bees and secretly a warlock for the Bee God. After the campaign, he died of malnutrition due to only eating honey and honey products.

Anyways, back to the Leviathan Company, Anakiir found a magical helmet there, too, and Dar found a magical sword named Gjortt (it can shoot lasers if you say its name). Then, the party gave the employer the bag, disgusted that THIS is what they were sent to get, and decided to cut all ties with the employer then and there. Afterwards, Anakiir fiddled with the magic helmet and learned of a cool treasure, so they went to chase after that. Along the way, the party encounters a beautiful and young noblewoman in a carriage going along the road. Dar decides to speak with her, but learns that the noble was a doppelganger. That sucks, but what sucked more was that the carriage she rode in was a mimic.

Needless to say we killed both.

Next stop on their travels, they found a strange, stone staircase descending in a small depression in the middle of the woods. Dar and Ivan went to investigate, and found only a jail cell with a suit of plate armor lying in it. Dar removed the Jail door and tried to take the armor, only for it to spring to life and attack. It then ascended to steps, where it met eyes with the party, and most notably Zeta.

So I think it's about time I fully detailed Zeta's backstory, according to what he wrote in his bible. In a far away land, there was a group of 7 gnome artificers. Each one was adept at their trade of inventing wonderous things. One day, they heard about legends of metal men all the way from Eberron called Warforged. They sought it as a wonderous challenge to make their own Warforged. They spent several days designing and building a prototype called Alpha. Their goal was to find out any issues with him and repair it until it reaches it's final version, Meta. One of the gnomes had a different idea. His plan was to turn Alpha into his own war machine and sell copies of him to the highest, deadliest bidder. The others told him off, so he snatched a copy of Alpha's blueprints to fulfill his own plans. He worked for days on his own Alpha to rival the good one, and an additional one named Bravo. When he was done, he attacked his former colleagues without mercy. The good Alpha beat the other robots, with Bravo going missing and the bad gnome being flung out a window. However, only 1 good gnome barely survived, the whole workshop was in disrepair, and Alpha was heavily damaged. So, the last gnome made a cacoon like-thing to put Alpha and his power core in, and removed small segments of it. He made many other warforged bodies out of remaining metal and put a piece of alpha's power core in each of their power cores. He was hoping-in his delirious state-that the warforged would grow stronger with their core returning when they die. When that happens, it would be absorbed back into Alpha, until Omega journeys back home to personally turn them into Meta. How true this story is ambiguous, since this is Zeta we are talking about. However, if any single part of it can be 100%, it would be the existence of Bravo, considering that was the warforged Dar just released. So, Zeta went into a rage and went to attack this vile bad-gnomespawn, mano de hierro y mano de hierro (with the rest of the party providing support). In the fight, Dar was almost killed, but Sir Ivan saved him. Then, at the conclusion of the battle, Zeta grabbed his enemy, ripped through it's chest with his bare head, grabbed its core, punched their hand through the other end with the core in hand, and crushed it, killing Bravo forevermore. They then scavenged the metal in it's corpse, with a bitter Dar not being able to get new armor since there's a hole in it now.

They then reach another pit stop at a local city. There, Lily buys a Tiefling slave girl and the party meets with some strange, human-looking entity that sells "Curiosities." They get a 3-headed fish skull from this abominable creature and then get told of a terrifying monster they could kill: The Fish King.

#dnd #dnd 5e #dungeons and dragons 5e #dungeons and dragons #leviathan company #zeta's backstory was inspired by red vs blue btw

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I love this idea so much I wanted to write about it.

Okay. So. The question comes down to tools and equipment. Are they allowed to use tools and/or weapons? I'm going to say yes but with two specific exemptions.

The Green Lantern Ring... because that's literally the source of the wearer's powers.

The lasso of truth... because it's also fairly OP.

Everything else is fair game.

The players are:

Bruce/Batman

Oliver/Green Arrow

Clark/Superman

Diana/Wonder Woman

Hal/Green Lantern

Barry/Flash

Arthur/Aquaman

Dinah/Black Canary

Victor/Cyborg

Billy/Captain Marvel

So, they're in an abandoned town (I don't know why, they just are) and the training exercise is this: no powers, battle royale, last one standing wins. Bonus points for every civilian (test dummies) safely removed from the area.

The test dummies are important because otherwise Clark would just surrender immediately because he doesn't want to fight his friends.

So, while Clark is running around trying to save all the fake plastic people, everyone else scatters and strategizes.

Bruce and Oliver immediately team up with the intension of knocking everyone else out quickly so they can a) procure bragging rights and b) end the training session with a epic 1v1.

Diana and Arthur both end up hiding in the same spot (an old grocery store), and have a brief sword/trident battle in the produce aisle before deciding they're better off teaming up.

Hal and Barry take shelter in a nearby house. Barry is already exhausted. Hal is determined to prove himself, and starts giving Barry the pep talk to end all pep talks.

Dinah climbs up to a high vantage point to watch and wait for the right moment.

Victor has a similar idea. He still has his robotic limbs, minus all his gadgets and gizmos. Despite this, he thinks most people will be looking for him amongst technology, so he makes camp in a tree.

Billy disappears down the street, looking for a place to hide. He is, after all, only ten.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the first people Bruce and Oliver pick off are Hal and Barry. Hal's speech is very inspirational (Barry is feeling super motivated!), but also very loud. Oliver snipes Barry through a window while Bruce takes Hal down from behind.

Next is Diana and Arthur. They put up a good fight—hurling old cans of soup at Bruce and Oliver with surprising accuracy—but eventually succumb to psychological warfare (Bruce reminds Diana about some choice words Arthur once had for Amazons, and just like that the two are at each others throats). Thus distracted, they're easy pickings for the two billionaires.

Around the same time Victor falls out of the tree on top of Clark. It wasn't exactly a planned ambush, but it works. He takes Clark out mid dummy rescue and (with permission from the confused Kryptonian) takes Clark's cape.

Bruce and Oliver track down Dinah next which turns out disastrously for Bruce. Dinah threatens to withdraw from certain couple-y activities for the foreseeable future and suddenly Batman is dodging boxing glove arrows from his once loyal ally.

Bruce barely escapes. The couple get into a fight about who's fault it was that he got away, and Dinah ends up knocking Oliver out of the contest.

He joins the losers, sitting on the sidelines, licking their wounds, Clark still holding one of his rescued dummies.

There are four still in the competition training exercise. Bruce, Dinah, Victor, and Billy... who hasn't been seen for quite some time. But all that changes when he jumps out from beneath a bed like a freaking horror movie monster, scaring the shit out of Victor, who stumbles back and falls down a whole arse stairwell.

Billy is very apologetic, but takes Victor the to loser's club and also holds onto Clark's cape.

Dinah and Bruce are unaware of this. They've found each other and are facing off in the main street like cowboys in an old spaghetti western.

It's an epic fight. Bruce and Dinah are both trained ninjas, and both good at cartwheels which makes the whole thing rather impressive to watch. But, in the end...

*flips coin*

...Bruce wins.

This leaves the motherfucking Batman vs... a small child.

The losers are definitely cheering for Billy.

It takes a long time for Bruce to track Billy down. The kid might be forbidden from saying his magic word but he apparently has another super power he never told anyone about: epic hide and seek skills.

The final showdown happens in the hospital. Bruce is checking the cabinets when Billy jumps out from a ceiling panel and rushes at Bruce. Bruce throws some of his child friendly batterangs... which bounce harmlessly off the red cape Billy is bundled in.

Clark's cape.

The cape that is as bulletproof as Superman usually is.

As I said at the start: The question comes down to equipment.

Billy charges straight into Bruce (he may or may not actually be able to see where he's going bundled up in all that fabric) and Bruce, taken by surprise, falls to the ground.

The losers cheer and at this point Bruce decides, for the moral of the team, he's not going to get back up. I mean, what he's going to do? Beat up the ten year old?

And so concludes the Justice league's first annual, no-powers showdown. Billy wins, and Clark gets honorary second place for a) bringing in the winning piece of tech and b) rescuing the most dummies.

The justice league goes for training without powers just to see how they’d cope in that situation.

Bruce and Oliver are so ready for this moment, and no one likes the way the two are teaming up.

#justice league #fanfic #the things I will do #when I'm meant to be writing

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October & November Empties:

Okay, so this is a bit late. At the end of October, I was on holiday with my in-laws in Northumberland, & though I enjoyed myself, I started to get ill. I'm still ill & despite blood tests, my doctor checking me over & also ending up in A & E at one point, I'm no closer to finding out what's up. Really hoping I get some answers soon. So that's why this post is a bit late.

ELF Lip Exfoilator:

This is really good (I actually bought a second one which I've nearly used up). It isn't too harsh but it isn't too gentle that it feels like it isn't doing anything. I also like the fact it's in a stick form as it's not only neater, you can also apply the right amount of pressure.

I got this one in brown sugar & it smells & tastes absolutely divine!

Barry M That's Swell XXXL! Extra Hot Extreme Lip Plumper:

I think this is my second tube of this & I thought it was pretty good. Does it burn? Yep, but I don't mind the sensation. It is colourless but it does make your lips go extremely red. If you aren't keen on the stinging sensation from lip plumping glosses, then avoid this. It's not sticky which I also like though I wish the stopper was easier to remove so I could use it all up.

Neutrogena Hydro Boost Water Gel:

Got this moisturiser for a change as it was on special offer at the time in Superdrug. It has a lovely scent, felt nice on the skin & I enjoyed using it. Would definetly get it again.

Boots Everyday Strawberry & Pomegranate Shower Gel:

As always with the other shower gels in this range, this was excellent! The smell is so good that it almost smells good enough to eat.

Body Shop Moringa body mist:

I really do like the body mists by Body Shop- they don't last long when you spray them on, but they are good for a quick pick me up. This one is very floral.

Body Shop Satsuma body mist:

The satsuma body mist by The Body Shop is a classic. I love citrus scents & I love how this smells like an actual satsuma- you can almost taste a satsuma from the scent. It's a very refreshing scent.

Original Source Tingly Mint & Tea Tree Shower Gel:

This shower gel needs no introduction! One of the most energising & invigorating shower gels around- foams up well & smells very strongly of mint.

Thats it for the past 2 months of empty reviews. I'm genuinely hoping by this time next month, I'll be feeling better or that I know what's going on.

Until then, I hope you all have a good Christmas.

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hardrocklandscaping · 2 months ago

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Hard Rock Landscaping: Assisting You With Landscape Design

Are you looking for the best company to guide you with landscape design Barrie solutions? If so, you should choose a trusted name like Hard Rock Landscaping. It was founded in the year 2001. It has helped provide upgraded solutions in the landscaping industry through the sheer hard work and perseverance of all team members. When you need assistance with designing the project, you can trust this company. It will care for your landscaping requirements and provide the best solutions. So, when you require the best solutions for your property, the team members will consider it their own. Let’s discuss more about it. Principles of landscape Hard Rock Landscaping relies on several principles of landscape. The first one is simplicity. These professionals only focus on elements that add value to the landscape and remove everything else that does not add any form. It also focuses on variety. So, the visual effects will undoubtedly be outstanding. It emphasizes the exemplary aspects of the property according to your preferences. It will make the property look fantastic. It also prioritizes the sequencing of the elements. This company can scale every aspect to ensure nothing seems out of place. It will make the design look united while ensuring that every element complements the other. Design At Hard Rock Landscaping, the professionals can provide you with a functional landscape that matches your family’s preferences. It will give you the most efficient landscaping advice. So, when you are confused about which trees and shrubs to use for your property, you can rely on this company. With professional landscape design, you can get the desired results on your property. This company specializes in interlock, natural stone, armour stone Barrie, and more. Services Hard Rock Landscaping can provide you with complete services and solutions. These solutions will match your overall landscaping requirements. These professionals can guide you with every respect of the landscape, such as retaining walls, trees, shrubs, wood design, ponds, fire pits, and more. So, your property’s landscape will look excellent with the landscaping solutions available at the company. All the professionals are highly trained and skilled. So, you will get the most satisfactory experience when you choose this company. If you are looking for landscaping Barrie Ontario solutions, look no further than Hard Rock Landscaping. This company will provide you with the most convenient experience. To get more details, visit https://hardrocklandscaping.ca/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3Z3V1mx

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jiiminho · 1 year ago

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Google Ads Editor version 2.4 is out with 8 new features

Google has just released its Ads Editor version 2.4, and advertisers can take advantage of several new features and updates. Let’s see what’s new.

New Features:

Video asset library. All of the videos used in the account can now be found in the video asset library.

Multi-account overview. The “Overview” tab now shows a summary across multiple accounts. Previously, it could only show one account at a time.

Google Drive integration. With Google Drive integration, Editor now supports export to or import from Google Drive. You can also share files in Drive with other users. But Google Sheets is not currently supported with this release.

Scheduled Post. You can now schedule your posts for a specified time.

Editable product groups and listing groups. Product groups and listing groups can now be added and modified within Editor, in a dialog that makes it easier to view and maintain their tree-like structure for campaigns using Merchant Center product feeds. Previously, the only way to manipulate product groups and listing groups was via CSV import.

One YouTube Network. All Video campaigns now target YouTube Search and YouTube Video networks, so these options are removed from Editor. Only the Video Partners setting remains the same.

Video enhancement opt-out. There is a new setting to enable or disable video enhancements for Video campaigns.

Download. “Download,” which was previously known as “Get recent changes” now allows you to download previously downloaded campaigns, item types, and optimize downloaded data or the combination of all 3 choices. You can also schedule downloading a campaign or other item types.

Deprecated Feature:

Google deprecated one feature, the updated validations for geo targeting and exclusion methods. Google said the “Area Of Interest (“People interested in your locations”) geo targeting method is mostly deprecated. It’s only allowed for Discovery campaigns. In addition, the Don’t care (“People in or interested in…”) exclusion method is disallowed in Search, Display, Shopping, and Performance Max.”

Why we care. The new features can help improve the efficiency and effectiveness of your Google Ads campaigns. Hopefully some of these 8 new features can help you be more efficient with your Google Ads workflows and campaigns.

Here is the full list of changes.

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Residents of a quiet enclave north of Toronto say they're worried about their futures because their landlord is not properly maintaining the land on which their houses sit. About 80 families live in Royal Oak Estates, in Cookstown, near Barrie, Ontario. There, residents, mostly seniors, own their homes but not the land where they are located.

The arrangement is called land lease home ownership. Homeowners pay a monthly lease to the landowner, plus property taxes. They're also expected to maintain the property immediately surrounding the house, such as mowing their lawns.

The landowner is responsible for managing sewage systems if they are off an individual's lot, plus water and power lines, roads, snow removal, and other maintenance issues that would normally be the work of the municipality. There are a handful of land-lease communities just outside the Greater Toronto Area. But at Royal Oak Estates, some say problems have been ongoing for about the last seven years.

"All we're asking is for the landlord to do the required maintenance. Part of we pay fees is to have these problems looked after and properly," said 22-year-old resident Barb Coleman.

Residents who spoke to CBC News said flooding is routine, trees and street lights aren't maintained, and the roads are so cracked and filled with potholes that their cars are being damaged. "Most of the year flooding and terrible potholes, and to drive, you have to dodge those," said Coleman. "Some people are also having trouble with the snow plowing."

The residents who spoke to CBC News blame the landlord and property manager, Sabi Ahsan, for not consistently living up to the landlord's responsibilities.

Ahsan denies that he's a lax landlord. He says that he's been holding up his end of the leases. And besides, he says the property is in high demand. He also denies that roads in the community have ever flooded.

"Most of the tenants have lived there for 20, 25, or 30 years," he told CBC News. "There's a reason they've been there that long. And whenever a home goes up for sale in that community, it is sold within days… because there's a great reputation. It's a great place to live." Land-lease home ownership is much cheaper than traditional home ownership, residents say, with rates that range from about $500 to $1,000 a month, including property taxes. Some also pay mortgages on houses, but those tend to be low because they're only financing the cost of the house, not the land.

Paralegal Kathleen Lovett, who specializes in landlord-tenant issues, says there are good reasons why the land lease option is popular, especially among seniors. "Living in a mobile home park community is an affordable way to live, where you don't have full responsibility for all the exterior maintenance of the homes. "Your lot size is pretty manageable," she said.

"Plus, have neighbors… Everybody looks after everybody in these communities. There's definitely a feeling of security and community."

One downside, though, according to Lovett, is that it can be very expensive should a tenant decide to move. That's because it's not just the tenant who leaves, but the house too.

Houses in the community are supposed to be moveable, but that can be a challenge. Residents have to pay to move their house off the lot, which can be prohibitively expensive.

It's also one reason residents can sometimes be afraid to complain about maintenance issues, fearing the costs associated with a possible eviction, she says.

"You have to remove that house in a very short amount of time, and that can cause an enormous amount of stress," said Lovett. "A lot of them just don't want to rock the boat… So they'll just sit back and take what's coming at them."

Landlords often know this, she says. "I feel in a lot of cases…it's empowering the landlord to a certain extent to not be straightforward in resolving these issues promptly."

Glenda Hagerman, 89, and her husband Brian have lived in the Royal Oak Estates community since 2007. They live on fixed incomes, and they agree that, despite their complaints, it would be, in Glenda's words, "impossible" to move. As for the municipality, elected officials say there's little they can do to force action on the landowner because, unlike a traditional subdivision, the estate is technically on private property.

Until last fall, Rob Nicol was the councilor who represented the residents of Royal Oak Estates. Asked how he would characterize the relationship between the landowner and some of the residents, he said "strained would be a mild way to put it. When you move into a nice, quiet community like this, you're hoping to enjoy those years of your life as opposed to having to [fight] for something as simple as a street light, or drainage," he said. "It's really sad that our community has to fight through this."

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barriebasementreno · 2 years ago

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Basement Finishing Solutions in Barrie

Basement finishing is not an easy task because there are many things you have to check. As compared to other floors of the house, the basement requires extra precautions and care to prevent problems in the future. Whether you are using the basement for storage or living purposes, you still need to take proper measures to make sure it does not grow any mould, get flooded, etc.

How to Flood Proof Your Basement? The best way to flood proof your basement is to seal it. Target the openings of your basement and look for cracks in the walls to ensure that there is no space from which water can enter. Ensure that the windows have secure caulking and the doors have good weather-stripping around them.

Another way to flood proof your basement is to keep check of your landscaping. The roots of plants and trees in your garden can grow and cause cracks in your foundation and basement walls. Make sure that the plants and trees are kept at a distance from your foundation and basement walls. You can also dig some type of culvert to direct the water in another direction.

Apart from that, you can also install a sump pump as a backup to remove the water from the basement in case it gets collected there. A sump pump is installed slightly lower in the basement to detect the presence of water. It kicks right away if the water has crossed a certain limit.

Furthermore, you can install a backwater valve to prevent wastewater and raw sewage from flooding your basement. It is a valve with a flap open at one end and works only one way. It is a very effective flood prevention system for basements.

For more information on basement renovation solutions in Barrie, visit JC Unlimited today.

#basement finishing #basement renovation

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shrinkthisviolet · 1 year ago

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Sending you some of my favourite songs for the oc ask thing:

Where's My Love by SYML

To Build a Home by the Cinematic Orchestra

Day One by Twelve Titans Music

NDA by Billie Eilish

Love these choices!! And thanks for the new rec with Day One, I’m obsessed 🥰

(and I highly recommend Mars by Nick Ingman and Terry Devine-King to anyone who loves Day One 👀)

Where's My Love by SYML

Did she run away? Did she run away? I don't know

If she ran away, if she ran away, come back home

Just come home

This is so Lucy 😭 mostly everyone @ her when she's wandering the galaxy post-ROTJ! Plans on that are still a bit fuzzy, but Lucy has a wanderer's heart. Much in contrast to Leia's...and even to Luke's sometimes (he has a wanderer's heart too, but he's dedicated to rebuilding the Jedi). And her family misses her so much 🥺

This is also so Barry @ Morgan, he worries about her so much when she's not there with him 🥺 especially after all she goes through in s1 and s2 alone

To Build a Home by the Cinematic Orchestra

This is a place where I don't feel alone

This is a place where I feel at home

Majorly Original Quartet (Lucy, Leia, Luke, Han) coded!! But Skywalker family coded too (even extending as far as Rey), with:

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds

There is a tree as old as me

Branches were sewn by the color of green

Ground had arose and passed its knees

This song is also majorly Team Flash coded (especially everyone @ Barry because of Crisis and all). And Westallen family coded, but we knew that already 😂

Day One by Twelve Titans Music

I could see this playing in one of two scenes for Morgan: when she finally figures out how to catch herself in a forcefield, or when she escapes from a cell by blowing it up with one of her forcefields

NDA by Billie Eilish

Hmm this gives me Morgan vibes. I can't even explain why, it just does 😅 though "did I take it too far? Now I know what you are!" is Morgan @ Thawne in particular

Maybe a little Amelia @ Peter with "you couldn't save me, but you can't let me go...did I take it too far? Now I know what you are!"

send me a song, and I’ll say which OC it makes me think of!

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed!):

@ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @vexic929 @raith-way @thechaoticfanartist @ironverseocs

#oc ask game #oc: lucy kenobi #oc: morgan wells #brotp: i know my hero #oc: amelia parker #amelia & peter #morgan & thawne #morgan wells au #lucy kenobi au

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No but literally I just made a family tree and to include the space marriage I had to make it a literal circle

I can drop an actual picture later if people want but some of my favorite stupid relationships include:

Hermie, Taylor's one-third uncle, somehow the most normal of these

Taylor, Scary's step-step-great-step-uncle

Using the Paeden loophole Taylor is also Link's great-great-step-uncle and Link and Scary are step-step-second half cousins once removed

And if we consider Barry also as a maker/father of Paeden then Link and Normal are also second half cousins once removed, just without those steps

I know that this probably isn't news but can we take a minute to appreciate how mad the stampler/close family tree now that Willy is Taylor's step father. Taylor and Ron are now step siblings. Glenn is now Ron's step grandad??? Taylor is now Scary's step-uncle but also they're married???

I really need someone to draw a modern family type sketch where Scary says something mean to Taylor and he responds with 'you shouldn't disrespect your elders like that, Scary'

#dndads spoilers #anyway do you ever think about how normals name is Normally Ly-Oak-Swallows-Garcia.#(i choose to spare hero the pain of being hero-ly and instead let her be hero ly-)#my addition #taz talks #dungeons and daddies #dndads

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orangextreeservices · 3 years ago

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#barrie tree removal #tree service barrie #arborist #pruning #stump grinding

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You know how I said relations between the clans are strenuous at best? Yeah this is why. Noble Pokémon burdened with terrible might flee to other areas, their heightened power having catastrophic results. The wardens and the ride Pokémon relocate as well to best deal with the changing terrain, but the clans automatically assume the other stole the Pokémon, and the subsequent effects are Almighty Sinnoh “enacting justice”

Area breakdowns under the cut

Lady Liligant at the Obsidian Fieldlands, where the “blessing” from Giratina makes her presence enough to create an overgrown floral maze. This jungle is impossible to navigate without the grace of a dancer. Warden Ingo and lady Sneasler relocate to the fieldlands, where Sneasler’s claws allow her to scale the massive flowers and trees Liligant has created.

Lord Kleavor at the Coronet Highlands. Being so close to the distortion rift, and by proxy Giratina, Kleavor has power to cleave the entire mountain in half. Inside Mount Coronet, electromagnetic fields result in a strange gravity, with floating boulders and strange crystals. The state of this area seems to resonate with both Emmet and Ingo for some reason, but the latter cannot investigate due to his duties with Sneasler in the Fieldlands. Warden Mai and Wyrdeer have moved to the highlands, as Wyrdeer’s speed and jumping prowess proves useful in traversing the strange gravity and floating objects. This would be the last area Barry visits, due to how dangerous it is.

Lord Electrode in the Crimson Mirelands. Electrode’s electricity is nullified by all the mud and ground, but their grass typing is more than enough to make up for that. The ground types that otherwise would be super effective are sent running by electrode’s grass moves. They plant seeds almost like land mines, and upon triggering these seeds, huge vines will sprout in an explosion. These vibes rest in craters, and act as lightning rods. Electrode siphons the electricity from them to gather it’s own strength, even when surrounded by its weakness. Warden Calaba and Ursaluna have remained in the Mirelands, hoping that Ursaluna can dig up and remove Electrode’s roots before they sprout.

Lord Avalugg at the Cobalt Coastlands. The coast has frozen over, and Avalugg wades through the icy sea like an angry kaiju. Warden Sabi and Braviary relocate to the coast to keep close watch of Avalugg. With the sea frozen over, the safest way to reach him is by air.

Lord Arcanine at the Alabastar Icelands. In the confusion of Avalugg’s arrival, the Miss Fortune sisters nab Growlithe and flee to the Icelands, where lord Arcanine’s son follows in hot pursuit. After evolving the icelands begin to melt from Arcanine’s heat. The Pearl clan has relocated to Snowpoint Temple, the highest peak in the icelands, to escape the flooding. Warden Iscan and Basculegion accompany Palina to the icelands, which is largely underwater due to Arcanine’s heat. With the risk of catastrophic flooding imminent, Basculegion is necessary here.

TEMPLE OF SINNOH- A distorted mess of what it used to be. Shadows seem to move on their own and those who visit report the unmistakable feeling of being watched.

#my art #fan art #pokemon #pokémon legends arceus #legends arceus #pla spoilers #porarchon au #pokemon ingo #warden ingo #ingo #sneasler #avalugg #hisuian avalugg #arcanine #hisuian arcanine #giratina

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This is based on this prompt from @dragonofthedepths. Fun fact: part of it was, in fact, written in a hospital. Not the greatest way to check your fic for accuracy, let me tell you.

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Dawn had played a lot of video games with Barry in her youth. Games with magical fairy-inspired guides or mysterious waifs that teased a player with breadcrumbs of information as the plot progressed. Games in which the tutorial held your hand a little too much, or whose advice was obtuse to the point of uselessness.

She’d never expected to find herself smack dab in the middle of one such setting, aided by a ghost who couldn’t have clashed with the landscape any more if he’d tried-- but that was perfectly fine, since nobody else could see him.

It was counter to everything she’d learned from the media form when her quest ended-- with Volo and Giratina both defeated at the crest of the Spear Pillar-- and nothing happened on that front. Usually there was some kind of goodbye at the conflict’s end, whether tearful or long awaited, but no; Dawn continued to live her life in Hisui, dutifully filling out her Pokedex as Galaxy Team’s most haunted surveyor.

Not that she wanted the Conductor to leave her! He’d been the single biggest factor making her stay bearable-- someone to commiserate to in matters she couldn’t discuss openly, who’d stuck with her when Jubilife had wiped their hands of her, the only one who actually knew her name. It just… it didn’t resolve anything. They were no closer to understanding why she and the Nobles could see him when others couldn’t. They didn’t have any idea why he was in Hisui when everything about him screamed that he was from somewhere-- and likely, somewhen-- else entirely. They didn’t even have the first inkling who he was or what his name might have been. The most they could work from was a stringent adherence to the concept of ‘safety first’ and the railway jargon he couldn’t help but pepper into every other sentence.

Hence her name for him. He’d acted as her guide through Hisui, he talked like a rail enthusiast, he was the Conductor.

Or Ducky, if she was feeling… well, ducky.

And even now-- even with the Pokedex complete and Arceus defeated-- the status quo had not changed. Sure, she was back in her time of origin, but she wasn’t home; she was in a foreign land again, still visibly a fish out of water as she listened to the guiding words of a man nobody else could see.

At least back then she’d had a baseline as to the native Pokemon, but not here.

Fortunately, the Conductor was inexplicably knowledgeable whenever she asked after a Pokemon or started down a dead end. It had made sense in Hisui-- he’d spent two years as an invisible observer prior to her arrival, so of course he could offer helpful insights-- but didn’t add up in Unova. It seemed to indicate that he’d been here at some point, but, of course, he couldn’t confirm or deny.

They would get to the bottom of it, Dawn decided. Just as soon as they made it somewhere with a Pokemon Center.

Unfortunately, they’d landed in front of a remote shrine, and the only town they’d passed through thus far boasted limited services within what was clearly some manner of battle facility. While she didn’t doubt she could compete, fighting her way up a giant tree was not on Dawn’s agenda for the time being; the Conductor seemed oddly interested, though, which marked it as a site to revisit at a later point in time.

It could wait until she made it somewhere she could call home, though.

Eventually, after a bridge, a close call on a rocky cliff face, and being steered away from a forest, they made it to a city.

And not just a city-- a massive city! It was so far removed from anything in Hisui that it wasn’t even funny. Dawn didn’t even know if anywhere back in modern-day Sinnoh was of a similar scale. Maybe-- maybe-- it was roughly comparable to Veilstone, with its department store, or the bustling port of Sunyshore, but even compared to the most lively Sinnoan cities, this place still felt enormous.

It was overwhelming, and, even though he tried to help, the Conductor’s innate sense of direction led them not to the Pokemon Center Dawn had been hoping for, but some kind of public transport. She shouldn’t have been surprised; ever since they’d gotten here, he’d been able to drift through the landscape with a vague sense of recollection, but any specific requests were too far out of his ephemeral knowledge base.

And, so, she’d made a mistake. As she’d often done when studying-- or fleeing from-- Pokemon, she’d asked him to scout ahead, to see if he’d be able to find their end destination without the limits imposed by the physical world. Dawn hadn’t counted on just how much busier the city was, how much harder it might be to pick a person out of the omnipresent crowds or how damningly easy it would be to drift along them, unaware of what she was doing. Before she knew it, she wasn’t outside the row of shops they’d diverged before, but nestled among patrons of a fairground.

She didn’t know how she’d gotten here. She didn’t know how to get back.

She tried once, in vain, to call for her friend, but it was immediately swallowed by the din of modern life.

For the first time since that emphatic promise that she wouldn’t be alone in Hisui, Dawn wanted to cry.

---

The Conductor didn’t know much, but he knew proper procedure if one was lost in an unfamiliar environment. It hadn’t done him much good when he’d awoken in Hisui, absent everything that made a human human, but better late than never, he supposed.

He’d been unable to locate a Pokemon Center within a reasonable amount of time, and returned to where he’d split from Dawn to find her gone. Though he hated phasing through other people, he hadn’t had much of a choice as he sifted through the crowd, trying to work out where she might have been shunted to the side. When night began to fall and he hadn’t had any luck, he was forced to conclude that the strategy wouldn’t lead to any meaningful result; while common sense dictated that one was more likely to regroup where they’d lost their companion, he dearly hoped that Dawn would have better sense than to return here after dark.

So he’d done the next best thing: he gone back to seeking out a Pokemon Center. It was the one landmark they’d been looking for since arriving here, and what Dawn had specifically asked him to find for her. If it was so important, surely she’d look for it on her own.

If he could find it, there was a good chance he’d be able to locate her, as well.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t entirely sure what a Pokemon Center was. There was a lingering sense of asylum that he couldn’t explain, but he didn’t know what purpose it served, beyond being a place Dawn could theoretically contact her family. He’d been told he would know it by the red roof, and while the darkness didn’t make navigating by color alone ideal, the streets here were brighter than even Jubilife Village’s after sunset. While he hadn’t found success before, given enough time, he could do this.

He could and he did. But there was still no sign of Dawn.

After some observation, he concluded that a Pokemon Center was a place to rest and heal. With a further hour’s study, his understanding grew to include the fact that people-- specifically people who traveled with Pokemon-- could find shelter here for the night. It was entirely possible that Dawn really was here, and the late hour had forced her to find a place to sleep.

While there was nothing stopping him from searching to see if that was true, he absolutely could not, under any circumstance, trespass on another’s space uninvited.

And so he waited in the facility’s main body, watching the trickle of people who sought assistance in the deepest hour of night-- watching as it opened into a stream of bodies departing for the day. He stayed stationed there, where he could pick out every face as they exited the temporary lodging, until morning had well and truly passed.

With a sinking heart, he realized his companion might not have made it here.

He didn’t know what to do.

---

The last several days had been incredibly hectic for Emmet, in spite of the fact that he’d spent exactly half of one shift at Gear Station.

It could largely be chalked up to the fact that, midway through said shift, an anomaly had been reported along the green line. Isadore and Ramses had been sent out to survey the area, but only made it a handful of minutes before hastily calling in, reporting that Emmet needed to get over there, asap.

That was when fear had first clenched his heart, and it had yet to relinquish its grasp.

Because, when he’d arrived onsite, he’d found exactly what he’d afraid of: his brother was laying, limp and unresponsive, along the tunnel floor. In the moment, it hadn’t mattered that he looked none the worse for wear-- only that he was still and silent.

With the gentle rise and fall of Ingo’s chest, however, hope managed to slip through anxiety’s hold on Emmet.

That had been days prior. There had been no change in the time since, no indication that his twin would wake, and with doubt constricting his every move, Emmet was beginning to resent the space that tiny bit of hope occupied. He’d had days to pose every question imaginable, from the practical to the grandiose-- what was going on, why couldn’t his brother wake up, why would the universe return him only to keep them apart?

So when that same universe forwarded a message from the local precinct-- non-emergency, but concerning the outdated missing persons case-- Emmet had had enough of asking questions that might never see an answer. He tasked Haxorus with guard-dragon duty and marched down to meet the responding officer and her witness in the waiting room.

The girl was vaguely familiar-- in a way that neither he or Ingo would likely work out until they pooled their information-- but it seemed the same couldn’t be said for him. Her eyes widened the instant she realized who she was looking at and a hand gravitated toward her mouth. Officer Jenny didn’t touch as she steered her away, to an aside room, and Emmet had to grant her points for that, at least.

Dawn’s story was this: she’d been stranded in Unova with only a friend at her side. They’d been lost for days-- “kind of”-- and, upon reaching Nimbasa City, had gotten separated. The kicker was that, once she’d found safe harbor at the station and was asked to describe her missing companion, she’d described Ingo. Perfectly. She hadn’t used his name-- hadn’t even known his name-- but every detail she included matched.

Only that wasn’t possible. If she’d been in Unova for longer than a week, maybe, but for the first time in years, Emmet knew exactly where his brother was. He couldn’t have been wandering around with Dawn when he was out cold in a hospital bed. And how could they have been lost if it was Ingo with her? The two of them worked in regional transportation, for the dragons’ sake; the idea that he could’ve gotten lost so close to home was laughable.

When he voiced this skepticism, Dawn went quiet. Understandable-- he’d all but kneecapped her story-- but, instead of insisting, she took up the burden of asking questions. Why was he here, in a hospital? How long had his brother been here? And for what? Did they know why Ingo wouldn’t wake up?

He kept his smile in place, but was keenly aware of the edge to it. Emmet might have excused himself shortly thereafter, if Officer Jenny hadn’t stepped away to answer a call at the same moment.

“He’s not there.” Dawn said bluntly, as soon as the door shut. “That’s why-- it’s just his body. The rest of him was helping me.”

Emmet raised a single, doubtful brow.

Frustrated, she set a hand on either side of her bandana and briskly ruffled her hair, “That’s kind of what I thought when we met, you know? That he was a ghost. I guess I was kinda right.”

“A ghost.” Emmet echoed, and while there was still a dubious hint to the twist of his lips, his mind kicked into overdrive.

Dawn didn’t seem to catch onto the fact. “It didn’t explain a ton, but that was the only way some stuff made any sense. Ghost Pokemon can disappear and float through stuff, so-- uh?”

She stopped abruptly, waylaid by the pokeball Emmet set on the tabletop between them.

“This is Chandelure.” He said without preface, “She is Ingo’s partner Pokemon. She is also a ghost. I believe she may be able to test your theory.”

“Chandelure,” Dawn echoed, testing the syllables, wondering, “I think he remembered her. A little.”

There was a beat of silence. Dawn winced at her gaffe.

“Explain.”

Looking firmly off to the side, Dawn’s hands found one another, tangling together nervously, “That’s the other thing that made sense if he was a ghost. He didn’t really… know anything about himself? I didn’t even get his name until Officer Jenny showed me the missing person flier. The only things that ever came back were someone he battled next to and a fire type Pokemon. I thought it was just… part of being dead or something.”

“He is not dead,” Emmet snapped for the umpteenth time, more out of habit than because she needed to be told.

“Yeah,” She said, immediately, but with an unexpected softness to her voice, “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

---

He hadn’t meant to become so thoroughly misplaced. Truthfully, he hadn’t.

It was just… there was a Pokemon.

That didn’t explain it satisfactorily; there were Pokemon everywhere, of all shapes and sizes, but not like this. Some rang a distant bell, but this one-- this one was so achingly familiar. The wrought iron limbs and perfect globe of its body, the flickering purple flame at its core-- he’d suffered a vague recollection of it, once, but the experience had been difficult to weather.

Parts seemed… different, but not necessarily wrong, and the Conductor had found himself trailing after it without quite meaning to. Like all others, the Pokemon didn’t acknowledge his presence-- however, its flame grew subtly brighter as they lingered together, and with time, more appeared. Not lanterns, like the first Pokemon, but smaller, waxy white bodies that shared the same gentle glow.

The Conductor had no recollection of these Pokemon, but he was certain one of their ilk had been important to him. Precious, even.

Slowly, the midday sun waned, and with it the afternoon he’d wasted. He knew he should depart immediately-- he still had to locate Dawn-- but at the same time, he didn’t know how to turn away from something that resonated so strongly with his missing memory.

Before he knew it, dusk had begun to fall.

It was hard to notice beyond the haze that settled over his mind.

---

The instant she began to manifest, Chandelure was off like a shot. Without a word of command or clarification, she phased through the wall and, when the humans-- tragically solid-- didn’t immediately follow, cried from somewhere out in the waiting room.

For his part, Emmet had already leapt up and was reaching for the door, but Dawn spent a moment maneuvering around the side room’s furniture.

The ghost barely waited for them to catch up, swiveling impatiently in the air until she’d deemed them ‘close enough’ and resumed her mad dash through the city. It was only by virtue of having lived in Nimbasa for so long that Emmet had even the slightest edge on navigation, and, frankly, he was a little surprised that Dawn was managing to keep up so well.

Even when properly lit, the side streets could be treacherous past nightfall, but Chandelure kept them safe twice over: her light illuminating any hidden faults in the walkways, and her single minded determination scaring any potential encounters away before they could challenge, question or mug either of the humans charging after her.

Chandelure only began to slow as they reached the edges of the park beyond Gear Station. She started to twirl in the air again and, for a moment, it seemed that it might have been a signal that they’d arrived, but as she drew higher into the air, it became apparent that she was taking a moment to reorient herself, to pinpoint her station now that they’d crossed the bulk of the distance. Then she froze, shrieked in outrage, and took off again, toward a cluster of slightly-distant, twinkling lights.

Litwick, Emmet realized as the shapes grew beyond their pastel flames, led by a single Lampent. Quite suddenly, he understood Chandelure’s umbrage.

While the folktales were greatly exaggerated, they were built upon a kernel of truth: feral Litwick led people astray in order to feed upon their energy, wasting time weaving convoluted circles while their prey wasted away. And the Lampent… well, perhaps its presence shouldn’t have been a surprise, given the circumstance. They were, after all, renowned for haunting cities in search of fuel.

The younger Pokemon scattered with Chandelure’s furious arrival, but the secondary form was slightly more stubborn; it crackled back, indignant, refusing to bow to its fully evolved kin.

And between them was the object of their animosity.

Even more ethereal than the ghost Pokemon, he knelt on the ground, shoulders slumped from exhaustion as he raised his head to look from one to the other. Neither of the lanterns acknowledged the motion, fixated on one another as they were, their hissing raising from a simmer into the boiling keen of a kettle.

The Lampent flared brighter in challenge, and what might have been the dimmest flicker of recognition was burnt away from the form below.

That would not stand.

“Chandelure,” Emmet called, and she immediately shifted her arms, anticipating his orders.

If the Lampent wouldn’t depart on its own, they would simply have to make it leave. Disruptive passengers and sore losers could only hope to find themselves ejected from the platform with merciless efficiency-- so if her Shadow Ball landed just a heartbeat before the directions could feasibly reach her, if the attack seemed ever so slightly more vicious than usual, what could be said, other than that she was verrry good at her job?

Lampent-- conscious only because Chandelure wanted it gone-- fled as soon as it regained its bearings.

In the crisis’s wake, neither trainer or Pokemon seemed quite sure how to proceed-- so it was Dawn, more accustomed to dealing with this phenomena, who stepped up.

Or, rather, ran up and fell gracelessly to her own knees.

“Conductor?” She asked, waving a hand in front of the spectral image of his twin, “Ducky?”

“Ingo.” Emmet said, more firmly, and the man in question blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision.

Following Dawn’s lead, he knelt down so they were on the same level. Chandelure looked between them-- the two of them, oddly, Emmet and Dawn-- and gave a low, uncertain whistle as she lowered her hovering height.

Though they were mere feet apart, her searching eyes couldn’t seem to land on her trainer.

As he looked back to the apparition before him, Emmet found himself on the cusp of reaching out and had to fight the instinct, clasping his hands together to still them-- but the motion, small though it was, seemed enough to draw Ingo’s attention. With a bleary, barely-there focus, his eyes fixed, first, on the folded hands, and then on their owner’s face.

“Emmet?” He managed, so faint that even a whisper might overtake it.

Heart pounding, all but strangled by the last-ditch effort of fear digging in its nails, Emmet beamed at him.

Woozy but determined, Ingo veered closer. One fist uselessly braced against the ground, he leaned into his twin’s space and reached up, hesitating only when the reality of the situation seemed to dawn on him.

There was a small, almost disappointed, “Ah,” and Emmet decided to hell with it, unlacing his hands to meet the gesture, intangible though its terminal was.

Chandelure let out a muted chime, looking from Emmet to where his hand lingered in the air, and then the same distance opposite him. Her eyes were still unable to hone in on her human, but she was trying. She was trying so hard.

They would fix this, so she could finally see him again. So Emmet could finally hold him again. So he could finally live again.

---

Haxorus’s tail gave several restrained wags as they returned to the hospital room. Gentle though the thumps were, Emmet still grimaced on behalf of whomever happened to occupy the space below them and hurried over to her, ruffling her snout and praising her for keeping watch.

He wasn’t sure how, given that his brother didn’t currently match up with the physical plane, but he was keenly aware of Ingo hovering by his shoulder, curiously looking her up and down. It was difficult to fault him for honing in on the six foot tall dragon but, at the same time, the thought that he didn’t notice his own body laying half a room away was… amusing, to a point.

It was less amusing to consider where the inattentiveness might have stemmed from-- the pack of ghosts siphoning off his life force, or whatever had reduced him to this state in the first place.

Emmet recalled Haxorus and turned to where their attention was needed, only to come to an abrupt halt when the motion put him nose to nose with Ingo, who startled and moved back.

“Can I help you?” He asked, entertained, to an answer of averted eyes and sheepish, “Not used to anyone else seeing me...”

That would certainly be a track they’d need to clear, in time. For now, however, their task was making it a possibility in the first place.

Where Ingo had failed to spot the room’s focal point, Dawn had not; she idled at the foot of the bed awkwardly, nibbling on her bottom lip. Every so often, she’d tear her eyes away to glance at the both of them, as if reminding herself that this was legitimate. Emmet offered a level smile and stepped nearer, assuming his usual vigil. Automatically, he took the hand laying atop the blanket, exactly where he’d let it rest before.

Almost apprehensive, Ingo drew nearer, inspection of his own body cut short by frequent looks in Emmet’s direction.

Finally, he said, “We’re twins?”

There was a beat of silence.

“Are you just realizing this?”

He opened his mouth to little effect, and snapped it shut in favor of pointing-- to Emmet with one hand and his own still form with the other.

“Yes,” Emmet said, voice deliberately flat to mask his amusement, “I have been made well aware.”

“Give him a break,” Dawn said, and in spite of her words, she was clearly trying to tamp down on a grin of her own, “Ghosts can’t use mirrors.”

Ingo ducked his head, embarrassed and-- perhaps simply to give himself an out-- reached for the hand in Emmet’s grasp. He vanished instantly; for just a heartbeat, Emmet’s anxiety gained ground again, but then there was a sputtering cough and the limp hand instinctively began to curl.

“I had forgotten about breathing.” Ingo wheezed, just in time for Chandelure to complicate the matter by knocking the breath out of him.

“That is concerning.” Emmet said, and then proceeded to do nothing as she kept him pinned, secure in the knowledge that her cheer meant nothing was actually wrong.

Chandelure, spectral angel that she was, spent only a few moments there, then looked up at Emmet with big eyes-- globs of luminous lantern oil slowly arcing away with her movement-- and inched herself to the side, out of her trainer’s one-armed hug. The free hand made to follow her, until its owner followed the ghost’s line of sight.

When, instead, it diverted toward him, Emmet seized it and wasted no time pulling his twin upright, into the gentlest hug he could muster. It was hard to maintain. The rapidly loosening bindings around his heart had to go somewhere, and his arms desperately wanted to pick up the slack, to hold on and never let go-- but stubbornly, carefully, he did his best to match the infinitely more welcome pressure around his own chest. It was… faint, and he didn’t entirely succeed at reining in his enthusiasm, but it was also perfect.

A weight rested against his shoulder and he immediately turned into it, pressed a kiss to the short grey hair. Whispered a near-frantic, “Thank the gods.”

There was a soft snort against his neck, echoed by an audible scoff somewhere else in the room. It didn’t escape his notice, but he just didn’t care enough to pursue the point right now. He had much more important matters to attend to.

Three things happened in rapid succession, at that point: the limbs tangling around him went slack, there was a brief, startled, “Oops,” and, before Emmet had the wherewithal to do more than tilt his head up, he caught a glimpse of Ingo-- firmly back outside of his body-- leaning into place again.

Situated as they were, it was impossible to read his expression, but the embarrassment was clear in his tone as he rasped, “I will… endeavor to prevent that from happening again.”

Internally batting away fear’s second swipe, Emmet patted his brother’s back. “A project for another day. I will be right here to assist.”

A beat of silence, and then a heavy exhale. It could have been from reacclimating to physicality, but something in the back of Emmet’s mind told him it wasn’t; it was a veritable sigh of relief. He wondered if he’d done the same, before, when he’d finally had his twin back in his arms. He wondered if he’d been just as obvious to Ingo.

Emmet only let go when Chandelure began to get impatient-- which meant it had been substantially longer than even his time-table-oriented mind had caught-- and his brother reluctantly leaned back, only mollified when she clambered into his lap. One hand cradling her globe, he looked up to the foot of the bed and quirked what could be called a smile.

“Hi, Ingo!” Dawn chirped, moisture still gathered shamelessly in her eyes, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Hello, Dawn,” He echoed, tired, but voice warm, content. Though he didn’t look, he subconsciously gave Emmet’s hand a squeeze, “It’s nice to finally be met.”

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