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Chapter 1 - All Excerpts

Who in their right mind would choose to ‘live’ in a graveyard of a town in Rhode Island over one of the sunniest places in the world, Flagstaff, Arizona?

Well, I did.

Lila must think I’m crazy. She definitely did.

My mother (that’s Lila) had always been a traveller, a hare-brained traveller who had once left half of her possessions in the States on an immigration to India for the winter. What happened to that half, you may imagine? Only the unknown force that made Lila my mother knows. Don’t get me wrong, Lila’s the best, but we were less mother and son and more the adventurous traveller and her wary follower.

Why would I choose to travel then, since another option was given to me? Well, I’ll get to that.

My life story was simple. I wasn’t a miracle, but I wasn’t a mistake either. I just happened, and I happened at the wrong time. My father’s name is – or was, I don’t really know – David Garamond and that was pretty much all I knew about him. Lila was efficient in cleaning up mistakes from her past. But she wasn’t the secretive type either; she didn’t mind talking about her past, and would tell me stories about her time with David. She would talk like they were fairy tales, which many real-life love stories are before they burn out into ashes of leftover feelings where the fire of love and hope used to be.

Lila Teigen and David Garamond were high school sweethearts, and were still going on strong well into college. They were a stable couple, which was saying something, considering how young they were. Young love tended to go wrong. But nothing went wrong for them, at least not then.

After completing college, David asked for her hand in marriage, even though he never got the blessing. Both Lila’s and David’s families were against it, and they promised to turn their backs on the pair if they did get married. But that didn’t matter; they were deeply in love, intent on forever happiness, and expecting a child, which was why David had proposed in the first place. Nothing had gone wrong around this part either. David was the guy fantasy talked about, the hero of the story. Lila had really thought that that would be her happily ever after.

But real life doesn’t have a happily ever after. It never did.

And we have now arrived at the part where things went wrong.

David was nowhere to be found on the day before the marriage. He’d gone out on a stormy night, saying he had some last-minute things to take care of and just... vanished.

And that was where the story ended. Lila would tell me nothing about what happened after that, about any of her struggles with being a single mother, if she ever found David again, or even why she took up the habit of travelling around when it was obviously much easier and cheaper to settle down in one place.

No. Fast-forward 16 years as a nomad named Kenneth Teigen on this planet, and I am currently scowling at the million dollar question of where our next voyage will take us while still recovering from the shock of having to answer said question. ‘Most difficult decision of my life’ hadn’t exactly been on my birthday wish list.

And it wasn’t as though we could go just anywhere, either, which actually made things a little easier. Lila’s job as a digital marketing strategist paid well and steadily enough, but I couldn’t exactly suggest we hop on the next plane to Greenland, now could I? Not that I ever would.

No, Lila had narrowed down my choices to two places that contrasted each other so much and were so far apart that I was fairly certain Lila had just dropped the question on my head as an elaborate prank.

"Flagstaff, Arizona, or Knightville, Rhode Island?" Lila had asked me when my school year in DC was over.

"What?" I looked up from my book, The Picture of Dorian Grey.

Lila unceremoniously flopped down onto the red bean-bag chair and regarded me seriously, which would have been comical, had she not said the things she was about to say. "What would you pick," she began again, slower, "Knightville in Rhode Island, or Flagstaff in Arizona?"

I replied, surprised, "And you're asking me this because...?"

"Because this decision is officially yours," Lila said, a smile tugging on her lips as though she were giving me some good news. "You are going to decide where we stay for the next year." There was a glint in her eyes that could only be described as defiance as she pronounced her last statement.

"No," I immediately told her.

The glint died away. "Why not?" she asked, like a child asking her parent why she couldn't get candy even though she'd done her homework.

"Because I have no idea what to choose," I said bluntly.

"But I gave you only two options," she protested. "It can't be that hard!"

"Hard?" I asked incredulously. "You're asking me to choose where we're going to live for the whole of next year!"

"Between just 2 places!"

"Doesn't make it much easier, Lila!"

She looked bewildered, and a little hurt too, for which I felt a poorly disguised twinge of guilt.

Seeing me soften, perhaps, Lila went full-on puppy-dog mode, and while I had seen it coming and should've been able to resist it, I couldn't.

So, cursing the next several generations of Lila's bloodline (which wasn't smart, since I was one of them), I conceded to her wishes with a grumble.

Now, I don’t know why I chose Knightville. It wasn’t as though it was a good travel destination or a hot tourist spot; it was cold, constantly raining and foggy, and the only colors it ever saw were white, black and different shades of grey.

I just felt, I don't know, compelled to choose Knightville, like there was something the remote town whose name I had never heard of before had that much less remote Flagstaff didn't.

I wasn't fond of it.

Nevertheless, the choice was befitting. Apparently my great-aunt Charlotte (late) had once lived in an old, slightly rickety house at the edge of town. Apartments were non-existent in small communities such as this, and it wouldn’t cost Lila a penny (except for maintenance).

Plus, the house was kind of homely.

It was a one-storey dwelling, painted a pale blue, with a brown, slanted roof. The inside was all cream-yellow walls and creaky wooden floors and the smell of good old 1950s vintage.

I didn’t dislike it, so that must have meant something.

Dinner that night consisted of Chinese take-out and ice cream for desert. I hadn’t spoken much till now, sitting in mindless silence, thinking about nothing, and staring at a small, perfectly circular hole (or was it just ink?) in the wooden floor.

“This flavour of ice cream is amazing”, commented Lila. I’d been, after all, silent for an unknown period of time, and a brooding silence of any sort from my end rang alarm-bells in Lila’s mind.

The truth was, I’d had this strange feeling ever since Lila’s car careened into Knightville. I felt... out of my own body, like I was breathing something entirely other than oxygen, that I was eating foreign food, having this foreign food with another person, that I was in another world, with alien roots that ran in alien soil. Like I was someone else. It was a creepy feeling, and it made my skin crawl.

But none of this was real. It was probably my brain’s way of punishing me because I’d intentionally forced myself to survive in a place that I didn’t like when I had total opportunity to live somewhere else.

“It’s pistachio flavoured”, I said, coming back to reality, “one of the worst ice cream flavours invented in the history of bad ice cream flavours”. I scrunched my nose with distaste.

“It is not”, insisted Lila, “you just don’t like it ‘cause it’s weird. I happen to like weird. Quite a few people do. Weird is good. Weird is different.”

But I would not indulge myself in the weirder aspects of life. While Lila was fawning over her God-awful ice cream, I was silently enjoying classic chocolate.

***********

School was due in a week, a week which was spent placing our furniture in the house, a difficult thing for a family of two to accomplish. Still, this was not our first rodeo – we’d done this exactly 14 times now – but regardless, we never got any better at arranging furniture in an apartment, let alone a house. Or faster.

“Well, the bed’s done”, Lila huffed, a hanky tied to her head, rivulets of sweat rolling down the sides of her face.

“Yeah, your bed,” I said, wiping my forehead, mentally accepting my fate. “I’ll have to sleep on the couch, won’t I?”

“For now,” she said sheepishly, off my glare.

I got up from my seat at the floor and declared, “I am officially done with today. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've gotta get out of this house and pray to all the heavens above that it is raining.”

So saying, I saluted in her direction and stalked resolutely down the stairs.

Fortunately, my prayers (which were not yet made) were answered. I stepped out the front doorstep to find rain falling in gentle sheets, letting it progressively wet my clothes as the cool droplets shifted through my hot, sweaty hair. I combed the strands back with my fingers and faced the clouds above, feeling the cold water sting my face like surprises.

I was not, in general a fan of the rain, but I'll admit, it could be beneficial at times.

It was then I noticed a house, a small way across the road, and a girl walking out of it, a black umbrella plopped on her shoulder.

From what I could tell, she had long, straight black hair and wore dark clothing that spanned her entire body. She was walking briskly, like she was on a clock, and kept looking around, her eyes darting everywhere at once before stopping, and lingering on me.

I froze, and felt my heart stop beating for a second. I didn't think about how beautiful she looked, not at that moment at least. I didn't think about how strange it was that she herself froze and stopped to stare at me. I didn't think about how she then abruptly turned around and practically ran down the street, away from her house and my line of sight.

I could only think about her eyes, which were not one, but two colors, for two irises. One was the black of tar and midnight and the other was the blue of clear skies and forget-me-nots. There was no other way to put it; her eyes were beautiful.

Heterochromia was not an unknown concept to me, and for all its uniqueness, it could also look rather plain on some people. But something about the girl's eyes struck me in the strangest way. And it was that strangeness that froze me; I wasn't easily bedazzled.

It felt wrong and right both at the same time, like a sharp needle poking at your skin, but not hard enough for it to bleed.

Her eyes may have been beautiful, but they were hard, reflective, blank, and cold and sharp as shards of ice, like her soul was hidden in walls and walls of titanium, that the blue and black of her eyes were the only walls we saw.

Eyes that I would lay awake at night thinking about.

***********

The few mornings after that were as grey and lifeless as the last one. I wondered as I woke, not for the first time, how the people here could wake up to this almost every morning and still have the energy to start their day and do whatever a regular life demands of them. For even after a good night’s sleep I felt tired, the kind of tired that I wasn’t sure would be easily remedied by a cup of coffee. Maybe half a dozen could work.

I shook my head. I was being pathetic.

I forced myself out of bed and got ready for school.

In the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. Fair skin was part of my genetics, and so was my gangly height of six feet, which did no favours to my breadth. My facial features were too-sharp and my body was lean (the gym and I have a difficult relationship). My hair was an ordinary brown with a coppery tint to it that refused to stay neat, and my eyes, deep-set, were leaf-green.

There was nothing much remarkable about me. I sighed and spit the minty toothpaste out.

Lila, on the other hand, was pretty. She had hair redder than mine, a Madonna-like face with high, sloping cheekbones, and green eyes that were always lively.

When I was done criticizing myself in the bathroom, I took a shower and wore an ordinary faded red sweatshirt and loose jeans.

I went downstairs.

Lila was, naturally, awake, and bustling about the kitchen, performing multiple tasks at once, as was her way, such as juggling her steaming hot cup of coffee in one hand, while trying to explain to her new-found friend, Catherine, who seemed to keep surprisingly military hours, all the reasons why she could go down to the book-store with her after she came back home at eight ‘o’ clock in the evening over the phone, that was, by the way, sandwiched between her ear and her corresponding shoulder. At the same time, she was trying to pack our food (she’d always insisted on home-made for first days at school). It might all end in disaster. No, it probably would end in disaster. It’s Lila we’re talking about, after all.

“Lila, don’t keep your coffee cup so close to the edge of the counter!” I grumbled as she accidentally pushed it off in order to turn to me as I came down the stairs.

The cup made crash-landing, but it was plastic, so it didn’t break. Burning-hot black coffee infiltrated the floor of the kitchen and splashed against the previously pristine white cupboards, curved layers of coffee-brown partially covering them. On the ground, the liquid pooled like water.

Lila, on the other hand, had jumped back five miles, dropped her phone onto a fuzzy carpet, and was looking at me reproachfully.

With a mental curse I said, “oh, god.” And, shaking my head, I came the rest of the way down the stairs, walked past Lila, and opened a cabinet with cleaning towels in it.

I picked a white one with bright red stripes, and handed it to Lila, who gratefully took it.

I picked one out for myself, an orange one with black boats patterned on, and sighed, “come on, Lila.” And after selecting other cleaning weapons of our choice, we dived into the mess.

So obviously, it was with easy conversation and synchronised working that we went our separate ways.

Lila would lock herself up in her office with her laptop and an assortment of files, documents and fidget-toys, whereas I would shimmy on my bike and make my way to Knightville High School.

***********

At the gates of Knightville High School, I stopped.

I looked at my bike, which was parked (squeezed) between two cars, then I gazed back at my new school once more.

The building was greyer and duller than any other building I’d ever seen. It wasn’t too tall, four storeys high, maybe, with Knightville High written in huge red letters at the entrance.

I gulped. Who was I kidding? I was nervous as hell, which was totally idiotic; I’d done this a million times now.

Maybe it was just the fear of being in the spotlight, the downright spooky atmosphere of Knightville, or I was probably just way in over my head, and I suddenly had the totally irrational desire to get on my bike and ride back to DC.

Or, I told myself sternly, I’m overthinking the entire thing, and I should stop dawdling at the front of the school gates and just get it over with already.

So, thinking this, I took a deep breath, and went in.

***********

I’d hoped for a few minutes, at the very least, of peace.

Instead, I was immediately ambushed at the entrance of the main hall of my new school by a girl just a few inches shorter than me, with a bright expression that I would soon come to know was her being cheerful.

At first I’d thought her hair was on fire, and she had galloped to me expecting a waterfall to sprout out of my backpack. A fraction of a second later, though, I realised that that was just the color of the girl’s hair, burning orange, not red, orange, like fire.

Her hair was bright orange. She had hazel eyes with flecks of green and gold in them, sweet pink lips that looked naturally dyed, and freckles that covered the apex of her nose and cheekbones like dust. She wore a white tank top that should be illegal to wear, a brown leather jacket to cover it up, fashionably tattered and faded jeans, and a bright smile that could give the sun and the stars a run for their money.

“Hi,” she said, in a naturally crisp and friendly voice, “I’m Jolene Frost, head of Knightville High’s welcoming committee. Welcome to Knightville High!”

I jumped. “Hello,” I managed to stammer, “I’m Kenneth Teigen.”

Jolene’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly at ‘Teigen.’

“What?” I asked.

“What ‘what’?” Jolene looked a little bemused.

“Never mind,” I muttered.

She regarded me for a long moment, not like I was acting strangely, but more as though she’d just discovered something about me that told her there was more to discover.

Then she peered over my shoulder as though she’d just spotted someone, and called, “Rowan, Rowan!” I turned around, but I couldn’t be sure who she was calling. A beat passed. No one came, and no one looked at her weirdly for shouting that name, possibly because she was popular and wouldn’t have cared about it anyway. With an exasperated sigh, she flipped out her phone and dialled a number. She held up a finger that told me I should wait a minute and heard the phone ring twice before the person on the other end picked up.

Jolene did not pause to say ‘hello’ to make sure the person on the other end was there, instead immediately speaking into her phone, “Rowan Frost, if you do not emerge from whatever hidey-hole you’ve found for yourself, I will whisper your middle name to the new kid.” She said the last two words as though it would be a treacherous fate for Rowan, who I now realised was Jolene’s brother.

A reply came from the other end. Jolene retorted, “oh, I will, and I will do it seductively for good measure.” She seemed to have either not noticed my slight discomfort at that, or she was ignoring it entirely.

“Relax, I’m here,” came a child-like voice. A boy an inch or so shorter than me approached us, detaching his phone from his ear as he did.

Jolene smiled a winning smile, and leaned in to loudly whisper, “It’s Duncan, by the way.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell,” reproached Rowan while looking affronted, before abruptly grinning slyly, “Mildred.”

Jolene shrugged, clearly not the reaction Rowan had been hoping for. “I have no insecurities about my middle names. No one will ever call me Mildred, unless, of course, they have a death wish.”

“You just said you had no insecurities.”

“Mildred is a disgusting enough name to hate without being insecure about having it.”

“So is Duncan.”

“No, it’s only you who hates it because it’s old-fashioned.”

“I don’t understand why that isn’t a good enough reason on its own.”

While they went on with their incessant banter, I studied Rowan a little more closely. He had ash-blond hair that was more ash than anything really, and big grey eyes that at first seemed to be comparable to the grey of Knightville’s sky, but soon, it would look more like silver, gleaming and refracting in the light.

He had a long, thin face that had a fine sort of bone structure to it, all angles in some places, all softness in others. His body looked wiry and his shoulders were slim, similar to a girl’s. It was then I drew to the conclusion that ‘handsome’ was not a word that could be used to describe him – he looked more... pretty, yes, that’s the word. He was rather pretty.

“Shouldn’t we be showing the new kid around instead of wasting time arguing?” said Rowan a little grumpily, after Jolene had thrown a cutting remark at him.

“Perhaps,” Jolene allowed, “but maybe we could just skip the tour.” She turned to me, “don’t worry, the school layout is really simple. You’ll get it as we go along.”

The Frost siblings then took me along the halls, to my locker, through various classrooms and labs, the library, the canteen, the infirmary, other staffrooms, all while accompanying it with more banter, assurances that I could ask questions if I had any, and other interesting details, like a long crack that spread across the floor in front of the chemistry lab that had always been there. It was thin, but not so much that it wasn’t noticeable – in fact, I’d noticed it before Jolene had told me about it – and pitch black, as though it had been drawn on the ground with a marker of the darkest black, and shaped like real-life lightning, starting and ending abruptly. It was strangely unsettling to look at.

“Following so far?” Jolene asked, when I spent too long looking at the scar on the floor. “Any questions?”

I looked up, and spotted someone, walking briskly down the hallway. “Actually,” I said, nodding my head in that direction, “yes. Who is she?”

***********

It was that girl, the girl I’d seen a few days ago, with the black-and-blue eyes. My neighbour, I thought. Strange to see her here.

It wasn’t as though I was particularly surprised to have spotted her; Knightville High was the only high school in this town.

I just hadn’t expected to see her again so soon.

Even as I asked her the question, I could see Jolene’s expression change ever so slightly when she found who I was referring to, into something that was hard to coin. It was the kind of expression someone would put on to hide what they were truly feeling.

“Scarlett Raynott, I think that’s her name,” Jolene said, her voice a little away from her person. She turned to me.” Why do you want to know?”

“I saw her a couple days ago,” I said, still looking at Scarlett as she disappeared around the corner. “She lives in the house opposite to mine, at the edge of town.”

“You actually live in that rickety old house?” Jolene asked incredulously, though with the thin air of someone trying to change the subject.

“It’s not that old,” I said, frowning a little.

“It’s not the fact that it’s old,” perked up Rowan faintly, who, up until then, had been silently daydreaming, “which it isn’t, really, compared to other houses, it’s just the way it looks old. And not very pleasant. We all call it Bleak House – not a very creative name, sure, but it stuck.”

“And now people actually live in Bleak House,” Jolene mused.

“I think that’s an overstatement,” I said. “It’s not that bleak.”

“Some people died in there, didn’t they?” Rowan asked Jolene.

“What?” My head snapped up.

“Fourteen people, I think, back in ‘95,” Jolene said.

“Fourteen people?” I echoed, horrified.

“All murdered, weren’t they?” Rowan went on, unfazed.

“Police never found out who it was,” Jolene confirmed, shaking her head mournfully.

“Wow, you guys talk about murder with such ease,” I said.

Jolene grinned. “I would be more worried about living in a haunted house, really.”

“My house is not haunted,” I said, trying for a withering look but grinning instead.

“They say that there are fourteen small dots on the floor, the places where those fourteen people had stood when they were killed,” mused Rowan. “They were drawn on by the murderer.”

I shuddered minutely. “They never found him or her?”

“No, and that’s what’s really troubling.” Rowan stopped short, as though that last part was something he hadn’t meant to say.

Jolene, on the other hand, was now staring at the space where Scarlett had last been, before vanishing from view, and I felt I had to ask, “do you know her?”

Jolene’s eyes flashed in understanding. She smiled softly, like she held a secret, close enough to her that no one else could see it, hard as they tried, and answered, “nobody knows her.”

And it was precisely then that the bell rang.

***********

Nobody knows her.

Dear God, why had I said that? Not that it wasn’t true, in a sense. Saying that Scarlett Raynott didn’t trust easily was the understatement of a lifetime. Scarlett had been my best friend and loyal companion ever since we were kids, and even still, I constantly felt as though I didn’t really know all of her secrets; most of them, maybe, but not all.

I pushed that thought away. We, Rowan and I, had bigger things to think about.

Like how Lila and Kenneth Teigen had taken one look at freaking Bleak House and thought, this seems homely, why don’t we move in? Like how they now lived as close to Scarlett and endless danger as they possibly can get. Like how Kenneth had actually seen Scarlett, and recognized her.

Like how the Teigens knew that Knightville existed at all.

If I were normal, I would turn to Rowan, talk about what to do next, maybe even seek assurance that everything would not, in fact, go to hell.

But I was not normal, and you knew you weren’t normal when there was something fundamentally wrong with you and there was no term in psychology or any other science in existence that could describe it.

There had been a time when Rowan could bring me comfort and reassurance, with his simple, meaningful words and the thoughtful arch to his brow. But now, it was all I could do to smile and be playful and take up the role sisters should, to keep the pretence, to maintain what we had as siblings. No, Rowan was no longer my sanctuary, the sanctuary he had been when I was young and normal; he was someone who injured me everyday without even realising it, someone around whom I could never be myself, someone who would turn away with disgust if he knew the truth about me.

The second the bell had rung, Kenneth had taken one look at his time-table, muttered a swift “sorry,” smiled apologetically as he did, and bolted. Rowan had looked thoughtfully at Kenneth’s back then, and I could not help but do the same. Kenneth was never meant to be so... human. He was never meant to have a kind undertone to his deep, forest-green eyes, he was never meant to have such a steady set to his face, the kind that would remain the same even if flames of the tallest heights danced on the water of oceans and turned the earth and everyone on it into ash.

I was never meant to like him in the ten minutes that I knew him.

And as he went, I could not help but notice that he had disappeared around the same corner, where the classrooms began and the main hall ended, as Scarlett had, just moments ago.

I turned to Rowan with a fake smile plastered on my face. “Well, that went well.”

“Spectacularly,” Rowan said seriously, “your acting skills were truly flawless.”

I smiled winningly. I knew he was being sarcastic, but I also knew that going along with his sarcasm threw him. “Why, thank you, kind brother mine,” I said, adding a gallon of sugar to my smile and trying to ignore the sting of the word, ‘brother’.

Sure enough, Rowan narrowed his eyes, and I grinned triumphantly.

But of course, he just had to ask the million-dollar question. “What should we do about Kenneth?”

“No idea whatsoever,” I said cheerfully, as though I wasn’t losing my mind either. On a more serious note, I added, “maybe, for now, we should just keep tabs on Kenneth, what his classes are, where he comes and goes, and try and keep him away from Scarlett in general.”

“So basically stalk him,” Rowan said.

“Got any better ideas?” I asked.

Rowan’s brow suddenly cleared, and I knew what he was about to suggest. “I could always-”

“No,” I said immediately. “You could never go on for that long. It would drain you.”

And I don’t want to see you like that, I almost said, but held my tongue. It might reveal too much.

Unable to look at him any longer, I turned my gaze back to where Scarlett had disappeared, turning my attention to the issue at hand, and the reasons why the situation was this pressing.

Because everyone in this town knew the name 'Teigen.'

And we knew that name because of two people, because of the two people, because of the people who managed to get away.

***********

I was probably the only person ever to get lost in Knightville High School.

It was the middle of the school day, and I’d just spent what Jolene would surely call a productive lunch chattering away about several topics, murder included (I guess the Frost siblings like talking about this stuff). It was also when I discovered that Rowan could paint like Picasso, and Jolene wasn’t a terrible hand at volleyball either.

I look at the Frost siblings – Irish twins, I was told they were – and cannot help but think that they seemed in no way siblings at all. Very good friends, maybe, but not siblings or any blood relation at all. Siblings tend to have an invisible bond to them, something that marked them as a unit, but there was no such tether to Rowan and Jolene.

Even their overall closeness was questionable; Jolene had not caught Rowan’s eye even once throughout our conversations, the way that siblings did when they shared secret opinions. And if Rowan had noticed, then it was something that had been going on a long time, since he hadn’t seemed bemused or bewildered by it in any way.

There was also the matter of how they didn’t look alike at all.

But I could not think about that now. If I did, I was going to be late for English.

I soon realised, rather stupidly, that I’d been close to the classroom all this time. Cursing my idiocy, I made my way to the open door of the classroom as though it led to heaven.

And that was when I bumped straight into a girl.

Our shoulders collided messily, I almost tripped over my clumsy feet, and my copy of King Lear fell spine-first onto the other person’s foot, making them flinch in surprise.

“I am so sorry,” I immediately said, and bent to retrieve my book.

The girl didn’t say anything – just did the same for one of her own things, a leather-bound sketchpad with the silhouette of a crow on it as the cover design.

And it was then, kneeling on the ground and apologizing faintly, that we finally looked at each other.

Scarlett Raynott was staring right at me, her blue-black eyes fixated on mine. Her skin was deathly pale, as though it’d been first drained of all blood and then white-washed for good measure, contrasting starkly with her dark hair. Her blue eye glittered like a gemstone, but her black eye remained stubborn of light, completely dark. Her expression was totally neutral.

And something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

But before I could name or place what that something was, Scarlett was getting back on her feet, not even sparing me a look as I did the same, and she was stalking away, her shadow clinging to her feet.

It barely registered into my mind that this was the first time we’d actually met, because something more disturbing caught my attention; two identical narrow, white slits at the apex of Scarlett’s shadow, where her head was.

I squinted.

Were those eyes?

I just thought a compilation of all the excerpts of each chapter would be easier to follow, hence this.

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Pelipper Mail! A woven basket full of Roseli berries. Clipped to the handle of the basket is a faux Galarian Zigzagoon tail keyring. It's vaguely bristly to the touch. It comes with a note, scrawled in angular neat handwriting on pink stationary paper.

"Hello, Ms. Basil.

Gym Leader Roxie and I are preparing to engage in a 'hunt' designed to catch him a Zigzagoon. I thought I might get a souvenir to mark the occasion - that is, until I remembered that everything about Zigzagoon is unbecoming of my style, to say the least. So, I'm having you take this off my hands. Seeing as you seem to collect bones as a hobby, I thought having a trinket shaped like a pokemon's body part wouldn't phase you in the slightest.

Enclosed, you will also find some Roseli berries. I saw what you said about your pokemon potentially having difficulties getting the upper hand over fairies. I should know better than anyone that fairy types are one of the most difficult sorts of pokemon to beat. If you would like to apply some of that 'actual strategy' that you mentioned, you might give these to one of your pokemon. It should even the playing field. Slightly. Or, if that doesn't sound appealing, they also make a fragrant herbal tea.

Regards, Gym Leader Bede" @ballonleastadiumofficial

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Her day is full of fairies today. Offhandedly mentioning them on Rotumblr, trying to re-create that Fae-offering bread implanted in her brain from a couple months ago, and now- denoted by a Pelipper tapping it's beak against her window- what seems to be an offering from the Fae. A woven basket? How did none of these berries fall out?? (Not that she would know, either way.)

She washes the flour off her hands (and her face and sort of awkwardly wipes it off her sweater) to receive the basket, carefully putting it on the kitchen table to sort through it. Berries, berries, berries, berries- she wondered if any of her dogs would want to try one, or maybe the Shuppet that she had to gently push away from the open jar of Combee honey. She should close that.

There's the note. (He's friends with Roxie? From Virbank?) A snort of laughter at the wording. 'I'm having you take this off my hands". That's a fantastic line and knowing that he wrote it entirely honestly is wonderful. She misses going out in the woods for bones, really...

blah blah battle strategy blah blah upper hand... ooh, tea. She examines a berry, taking a bite out of the thing. Not bad, overall, but she's not a fan of the bitter aftertaste...

Hey. "Hey. Away- I'm not putting you in the washing machine again," she warned, waving another couple Shuppet away from the open honey. Really ought to close that. She skims over the letter again... Souvenir. What the hell is a Zigzagoon souvenir?

She took an embarrassingly long time to find the souvenir in question; taking a break to get the sweet bread swirled with honey and into the oven, divided into a few different mini-trays. There's a glaze that goes over the top that she'll have to start, too...

She finally found the thing by picking up the basket and looking under it, spotting the dangling black-and-white charm in the other side and, face pink, unclipping it from the basket.

Isn't that cute? She laughs a little as she examines it, running her thumb over the bristles. Reminds her of how Toothy's fur felt with he was a Zigzagoon... certainly doesn't have to be that sharp anymore, that's for sure. She pet it for another couple minutes, before a quiet *clink* roused her attention again.

A Shuppet had gently pressed its horn into the honey jar, though it's head was too big to fit through the hole, awkwardly pressed against the table as it had knocked the jar over.

Pfft. "You're lucky I already finished with that," she huffed with joking disappointment, popping the Shuppet out of the jar. And maybe running her finger to clean up the excess honey from it's horn. And maybe licking that off.

"Stay out," she chided, finally closing the jar. "Where did I leave my Bag...?"

#basilblogging #ask game #offscreen post

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peppermint-chocolate-cherries · 9 months ago

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How about Russia for the asks

Wow, that sure ended up in my inbox very quickly, thank you!

Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

A disclaimer to start, I have yet to write any actual nationverse, with the exception of a couple Valentine ficlets where he's a side character with a few brief unnerving remarks to make. All my stories have been Cardverse or humans AUs, currently working on my second human fairy-tale setting human AU. And yes, the first two stories I wrote him into had him as one of (if not the) top villains.

Cautious/Secretive/Wary - Russia is not the type of character who's going to spill the beans. When he knows things that might influence his position in the future, when information about a possible threat is known, he's keeping those secrets hidden until the opportune moment. You'll only know ahead of time that he knows something if you're an ally working with him. He will wait to see if this information will give him an advantage, he's not going to talk easily if it can give someone that advantage over him.

Unnerving/Sadistic - This fucker will absolutely drop lines that put people on the edge of their seats in fear. This is usually in the form of remarks that come across as threats, indicating that extreme measures might be taken if people don't do what he wants. Hence the menacing aura that the fandom knows all too well that he has, especially when he makes these comments with a smile on his face that must makes it that little bit creepier.

Questionable Relationships - This is a tougher one to explain and to apply, and definitely depends on the setting and AU being written. I do support the canon implications that Russia does want friends, that he doesn't want to be alone, but he also does not know how to form healthy relationships. The friendships we see throughout canon and through fandom, as well as his relationships with his sisters, there is this toxic element where he's been the one in control and does not use that power in a beneficial manner (to the point of abusive behaviour).

This is a very difficult grey area to address in writing, and I've read enough abusive Russia on FFN over the years to know it's not my cup of tea. In the stories I've written, which are all not-nation AUs as mentioned at the top, I've had his relationship with his sisters be a key driver of his behaviour, as the extreme steps he takes end up being either in defense of his sisters or impacting them negatively by mistake where he must ask for forgiveness after. This sibling relationship is quite fun to write, especially with a little sister as rebellious and head-strong as Belarus.

Thank you for the ask, I hope I did this justice.

#hws russia #aph russia #answered asks

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legendsobsessions · 11 months ago

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hi cynthia different person from the other anon here but i'd like to throw my hat into the ring with my team. i've been here before, i think.. but i'm a cringefail cultural anthro student who's a pretty decent trainer in my spare time! :)

so my team consists of a Golurk, a Porygon-Z, an Umbreon, an Oricorio usually in Baile Style but we switch it up now and again, a Falinks, and a Roserade, whom I usually lead with! If you want more details like movesets and stuff I'll be happy to provide :)

i really admire you as both an archaeologist and a trainer, so it's really cool to see you :))))

Oh, I remember you, hello again! (You actually sent this ask in first, so I'm getting around to it first, it's been a busy day but I love thinking about these things.)

Hmm, alright. Overall, that does seem fairly balanced, you don't have any typing overlaps—typically my advice is to either have no overlapping types or pick a type and run with it.

Unless you've seriously pissed me off—which is very difficult to do without being part of and/or leading a team causing problems for Sinnoh on purpose—I tend to start out with my Spiritomb.

Depends on the moveset, of course. Roserade can, for instance, learn Dazzling Gleam... though I'd personally opt for poisoning over outright trying to knock out a more defensive pokemon like Spiritomb myself... ultimately, that could go either way. No real advantages on either side, apart from the advantage of obscurity/people not being able to figure out what type Spiritomb is, and in the interest of fairness I'll assume you know.

Let's say, for the sake of argument, that your Roserade was able to poison my Spiritomb—either via Poison Point or a move—but did go down shortly afterwards. Your best bet against Spiritomb would be either the Umbreon or the Porygon-Z... let's go with Umbreon, my girlfriend has an Umbreon, he's a cuddlebug and a pretty good battler.

Umbreon takes my Spiritomb down, at which point my own best option is either my Togekiss (preferable) or my own Roserade.

...Unfortunately for your Umbreon, that particular pokemon doesn't learn any moves for countering fairy-types or flying-types. Your best option there would probably be to stall as much as possible, and/or chip away at my Togekiss's defenses as much as possible.

Now, you've got a Togekiss to handle. Your Roserade honestly would have been an okay option here, if not an ideal one - it would be a matter of which pokemon was faster in knocking out the other, and Roserade tend not to be trained for their speed - but it's a moot point, your Roserade is already knocked out in this hypothetical scenario.

...You don't really have any ideal options here, but you have some worse options. Falinks is weak to both of Togekiss's types. Golurk is a ground-type going up against a flying-type, which can work out but tends not to in my experience. Porygon-Z, again, depends on the moveset, but you could get lucky with Conversion-2 (or you could already have an electric-type move in their moveset, the Porygon line learns quite a lot of electric moves for a non-electric pokemon) so that's a viable option.

I'd, personally, go with your Oricorio. Baile style is... fire-type, correct? Those are resistant to fairy-type moves, which would mean that both of the move types my Togekiss would do the most damage with would do less damage to that pokemon specifically.

(The... I can't remember what the electric-type Oricorio style is, that could also work, but then Togekiss would still be able to do quite a lot of damage with fairy-type moves alone. If you're going on the defensive, you don't want to do that by halves.)

Flying-type moves wouldn't do very much, but a fire-type Revelation Dance would. It would be close, but I think your Oricorio might just be able to come out on top.

...Granted, your Oricorio would also likely go down immediately against my Milotic. Here's where I really hope your Porygon-Z knows an electric-type move, but either way you might struggle. She's bulky. Very, very bulky, and unless you planned on that ahead of time with Conversion, you wouldn't be getting any sort of boost to that electric move's effectiveness, either.

Falinks would be a better option than Golurk, here, simply because of Golurk's weakness to water. If your Porygon did enough damage ahead of time, you likely could take my Milotic out quickly... at which point I would pull out my own Roserade.

Falinks learns a couple of bug moves, but First Impression can only be used... well, first! And assuming you've already either used it or not against my Milotic, your other option is Megahorn. Which, well... it's a powerful move, but it tends to miss more often than the science claims it should, let's put it that way. I prefer to avoid powerful-but-risky moves like that myself, these days.

My Roserade would, in all likelihood, take down your Falinks. Which leaves you with only your Golurk, and I with my Roserade and my Garchomp.

...At that point, I'm afraid, unless you and your Golurk were particularly lucky, you've already all but lost. I like sending out my Garchomp last (or close to last) for a reason, and that reason is twofold. One, to get any ice-types that people think they're being smart with out of the way early. Two, because she is very, very, very good at mopping up whatever my other pokemon have left for her.

Honestly, though, you do have a fairly well-balanced team. Also, I should clarify, this is entirely speaking in hypotheticals, one can never really predict the outcome of a battle before it begins.

You should come by the League sometime. It'll be fun. :)

(And to the other anon: I see your ask about the same thing, I'll answer it as soon as I can, I'm a little busy tonight unfortunately, this took me two days.)

#rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl

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sadgirlbaby · 2 years ago

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Hi! I don’t know if you’re accepting requests for matchups, if you aren’t feel free to ignore this, anyways If your matchups are open could I please request one with a character from AHS? <3

You can pick a character from any season, I don’t have a particular request although I’m on season 7 so I haven’t watched the others yet.

my pronouns are she/her and I’m asexual biromantic so any gender is fine. I’m an ESFJ and a Gemini. I have green eyes and short black hair, my haircut is similar to a soft mullet. I dress with goth/ fairy grunge clothes. I wear lots of rings and love to exchange them with others.

I’m the mom friend of the group, always there for everyone and my friends say that I’m really good at comforting people. I’m also calm and responsible, I usually am the one that takes care of other people. I’m very optimistic, I always try to see the good in everything and I often put other’s needs before my own, I would do everything for the people I care about and sometimes I’ve been told that I’m too kind for my own good. I have a sarcastic humor and I love making others laugh to lighten the situation, people say that I should be more serious and that I shouldn’t joke around so much. I don’t like when people tell me what to do and I’m not afraid to stand up for myself or for someone else. I also dislike when someone is too serious and really can’t take a joke as I tend to use humor as my coping mechanism. All my friends tell me I’m very smart. I also try to help my friends with study and school as much as possible. I’m also very ambitious, I always try to achieve my goals.

My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation.

I absolutely love listening to music, it helps me relax and I really like reading. I also love watching horror movies even though it’s impossible to scare me. I also play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends anytime I can. also, I absolutely love musicals and I’m definitely a theatre kid.

I really hope I did this right, have a great day :)

love your personality! and I match you with…

SALLY MCKENNA - season 5 / hotel

this post may contain mature content which includes - drug references.

sally always needs someone there for her. someone who can comfort her at any moment. you are her mommy in a sort of way. you help her and you use words to fix her disorder.

she loves horror so much. you girls always spend nights watching scary movies and laughing together.

you both love having a walk outside and listening to music. you’re in love with indie/hard-rock music. deftones are your favorite band.

sally is healing faster since she met you. step by step she’s starting to get distant to people. she understands that she doesn’t have to chase people when they don’t want her. you told her so many times that she’s an independent woman.

when she can’t get what she wants, you always stand up for her. sally appreciates that so much.

sally loves making jokes even when it’s an inappropriate situation but you both always laugh.

she prefers going to the cinema than going to the theater but she respects your opinion anyway.

she gives up easily. as she used to drug herself, she cannot stand difficult things. you always try to help her and make her understand that she matters. you’re literally dragging her to reach her dreams and even if she’s dead, nothing’s gonna stop you.

sally often borrow your clothes ‘cause you both have the same style.

sally is smarter than you think. you both like buying unresolved cases on the web and resolve them by your own.

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notes: it was hard to me choosing a character who could match your personality. I think sally would be the closest character to you. I didn’t know if you liked sally so I preferred putting neither smut references nor fluffy references. + it’s my first matchup ever and I would appreciate sm any tip so I may write better the next matchups!

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reminder: requests are always open and you can request about whoever you want. I consider any type of headcanons/one shots/stories/smuts/matchups!

+ I accept any kind of tip about my writing/grammar and also about the structure of the imagine/preferences post.

#imagines #headcanon #smut #ahs smut #american horror story #smut stories #tate langdon #evan peters #evan peters imagine #evan peters smut #matchups #ahs evan peters #ahs imagine #ahs fandom #sally mckenna #ahs hotel #ahs 5 #americanhorrorstory

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iri-desky · 4 months ago

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Okay, so I decided to spin the wheel exactly 3 times (which is what I usually do with games like this) and here's what I got...

● First Spin: Ponyta (I'm pretty happy about this one! I even used to be one of those horse girls once upon a time, so I like this a lot.)

● Second Spin: Tatsugiri (uuuuh...cute, but I don't really wanna be a piece of sushi.)

● Third Spin: Alomomola (...this Pokémon is lowkey ugly, ngl. Sorry to the Alomomola enjoyers, though that's just my thoughts. :(( Also, I don't wanna be flopping around on land the whole time, sorry. Kinda would make the whole world- saving journey more difficult than it already would be. Pass.)

...okay, so obviously my choice will be Ponyta! Which is really fun. :> I really love Ponyta, and I'd definitely enjoy later evolving into Rapidash. Ponyta is one of my favorite basic pokemon!

Out of Ponyta's regional forms, I'll pick the Galarian form. I love Psychic and Fairy types, which fit my personality better. Plus the design looks beautiful. Also, logically speaking, I don't want to be accidentally setting any forests or dense undergrowth on fire with my mane and tail while traveling as the Kantonian Ponyta/Rapidash, as sick as their designs are. Don't need that extra hassle. ^^;

As for gender, to be honest, I'd let the Pokemon universe decide that for me. I'd be perfectly happy with either. Although I would think it'd be funnier if I was a male galarian ponyta/rapidash. Gives it a bishounen vibe, haha.

Okay, so round 2! Let's find a partner pokemon...

Again, I did three spins. Let's see what we got.

● First Spin: Grubbin

● Second Spin: Salandit

● Third Spin: Solosis

Okay, so this is a quirky little lineup! All right, first off, as much as I like Solosis, they're eliminated from the start--since Galarian Ponyta is also psychic, Solosis really doesn't do wonders for our type coverage. Second off, while I love the idea of having a Vikavolt later in-game, Grubbin is...really weak on its own. Plus if this PMD world still runs on the same mechanics as the game, this means that Grubbin wouldn't be able to evolve until post-game, meaning that it'll be kinda useless for the whole game. Yikes. So...unfortunately, as much as I like Grubbin'a final evolution, that's a no-no too. Which leaves Salandit--which is kind of the perfect choice. It easily combats Ponyta's weaknesses, and still does post-game. Good thing I picked Galarian Ponyta! Also, the concept of Galarian Ponyta and Salandit being partners is REALLY funny. Imagine the pretty sailor-moon esque horse that glitters in the moonlight with the little freaky creature that hasn't seen sunlight for the past week. It gets even funnier if the Salandit is female and ends up evolving into the gorgeous Salazzle post game.

So, yeah. Salandit it is. For obvious reasons, we'll make it female. Which is even funnier if you make the Galarian Ponyta male so the genders are opposite than what they would be at first glance. Yeah, I love this.

Welp, it's a glittery Ponyta and Salandit against the world. Wahoo!

Also, I've gotten attached to these two already--I might turn them into separate characters!!

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

#pokemon #pkmn #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd

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vorrenthalla · 1 year ago

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Just finished a Pokemon Let's Go Eevee run using no Kanto Pokemon. It was okay. I was surprised by which Pokemon were good though.

Here is the team I used

Alola Rattata is the earliest Alolan Pokemon you can get in this game and it's not til cerulean city so I used a Kantonian Rattata until I got to cerulean. It's practically identical up to that point with the only real difference being I didn't get STAB on bite.

If you want to know how the run went keep reading

Summary:

This team surprised me. Graveler was actually really good at taking out water types as long as they were physical and not special. I had expected ninetales to be strong but she hard carried the party at times and was easily the best being not only a fast sweeper but surprisingly tanky too usually taking at least 3 hits to take down. Dugtrio and Exeggutor were both a little worse than I was expecting but neither was really bad, their main issue was Pokemon they should be good against just frequently had good coverage moves for their otherwise good typing. Marowak and Raticate were the biggest surprises. Marowak was absolute garbage most of the time and was unable to win even theoretically favourable match ups, the only times it was really useful was against fire types (except Arcanine) and grass/poison Pokemon. Raticate was the opposite, I expected it to be good early game but then fall off in the mid-late game and not really be used in the league. Boy was I wrong Raticate was easily the second strongest party member throughout the entire game. It was always the best answer to psychics and ghosts but was also just great in general often winning neutral matchups with ease. When it out sped hyper fang would often two shot, sometimes getting a flinch. When it didn't it could easily tank a hit without even dropping to half before hitting back with crunch then finishing with sucker punch.

It was very interesting playing through Kanto with Alolan Pokemon and I'm glad I did it. Was a very different experience especially as I had steel, dark and fairy types in my team which you don't really see in Kanto much. Outside of magnemite it's not even possible to do rby or frlg with those types (and magnemite doesn't even get any damaging steel moves in those games) so this was basically my first experience of it.

My Team pre-league:

Details for each major fight:

So Brock was fairly difficult as to be expected but it went a little better than I thought it would and I managed to win with a level 14 Rattata using a combination of focus energy tail whip and bite..

Next big fight was cerulean so I got my Alolan rat and fought the rival. Trace was a little challenging with only an Alolan Rattata but mostly due to luck, he likes to use sand attack and double team so it took a few tries but I won once I got a run where I didn't miss too much. This is the last time I'll mention Trace until the champion fight because he was never difficult after this point.

Misty wasn't too bad. I tried to beat her with a level 19 Rattata but it just wasn't going to happen so I gained one more level and best her on the first try with Raticate.

I then get to pick up Alolan Geodude from Vermilion and quickly evolve it.

Surge I expected to be an easy sweep with Alolan Graveler and dig but while it took out his voltorb it didn't last long against Raichu due to low special Def but what surprised me is Raticate came in and easily swept the rest or Surge's team.

I get an Alolan Diglett and Alolan Vulpix and very quickly evolve both.

I already knew from a previous Pokémon Sun playthrough that Alolan Ninetales was good but I didn't expect her to, at only level 28, completely sweep Erika, especially with a weakness to poison but she did. Easiest gym fight so far.

I used Dugtrio to sweep through the rocket hideout and didn't have much problem with Giovanni. Jessie and James were actually more of an issue.

I get an Alolan Marowak and I've been looking forward to this one as I have used a Kantonian Marowak before in this game and it was pretty decent and this has a more interesting typing.

I taught substitute to Marowak and tried to use it against koga, Marowak resists poison and with a substitute should avoid poison. He got poisoned before the sub went up and Weezing has shadow ball so Marowak did not do well. But Graveler and Dugtrio didn't have much issue taking out the rest of Koga's team so while I'm a little disappointed with Marowak it was still a win.

Marowak was a little behind in levels so I tried training him up against Sabrina's Pokemon and he just could not win a fight, against Hypno and Jynx he would get out sped, put to sleep and never wake up. Against Slowbro he would fail to one shot and get one shot in return. Against Kadabra and Haunter he would be out sped and one shot with shadow ball.

Unsurprisingly Marowak failed to take out Sabrina's Mr. Mime. Thankfully for I had an Alolan Raticate and an Alolan Dugtrio with sucker punch so between those two Sabrina was still a first try.

Finally Marowak gets a fight to shine in and is the MVP Vs Blaine. Resisting fire and having bonemerang to hit back with made it a great counter to most of Blaine's team. For Arcanine though I had to use Graveler. Also why does Arcanine know Outrage? Don't really get that.

For Giovanni I lead with Dugtrio... Which was a mistake, I forgot that he leads with a Kantonian Dugtrio, mine goes down, I then sent out Alolan Ninetales who swept the team with ice beam, she might have gone down but thanks to a luck freeze on Nidoking she had enough health to survive a hit from Nidoqueen and win the fight.

With the last badge I went to the league and got my final team member Alolan Exeggutor. My team had a bit of a weakness to special water types up until this point.

Lorelei was probably the most difficult member...in theory at least. In practice I took out Dewgong with Graveler used Exeggutor to pivot into Ninetales then set up against cloyster with calm mind, once I got maxed out on my special I used rest then spammed dazzling gleam. I actually got low on health again Vs Jynx and used rest just as Jynx went for lovely kiss, can't put me to sleep if I put myself to sleep! After waking up I easily swept the rest of her team.

Bruno was a bit harder than I expected. Started with Exeggutor who set up reflect before one shitting onix with mega drain then 2 shot hitmonchan with psychic taking an ice beam in the process. I actually don't remember the middle of the fight but I know Exeggutor went down, I used Marowak and he did basically nothing of value getting nearly taken out by rock slide. I then finished the fight with Ninetales using dazzling gleam.

Against Agatha I opened with Marowak who managed to sweep Agatha... lol no. It took out Arbok after getting paralysed and going to low health. I then used Dugtrio for Weezing and Raticate took out the ghosts with sucker punch. STAB sucker punch is soo good.

Lance was weird. I opened with Exeggutor who took out seadra then got taken out by Dragonite. Ninetales took out Dragonite before going down to aerodactyl who I took down with Dugtrio using flash canon. Gyarados came in and I swapped into Graveler who one shot it with thunderpunch after taking a bit of damage from waterfall. Graveler went down to charizard. I then finished the fight with Marowak who's sole purpose on this team is apparently dealing with fire types that don't know crunch.

Trace's champion fight was disappointing. Easily his most difficult that doesn't rely on accuracy/evasion luck but not all that difficult. I open with Graveler who paralyses pidgeot then takes it to half health with thunder punch. Trace switches out on the second punch into Marowak. I switch into Exeggutor and mega drain to just a sliver and he switches out into rapidash so I switch into Marowak who has no trouble dealing with the fire horse. He sends out Slowbro and I switch back to Exeggutor to tank the surf and one shot with mega drain. He sends out vileplume and I'm struggling to remember the rest of the fight despite it being a few hours ago that I did it... What I do remember is I ended the fight using Raticate and ninetales never came out.

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roguecs17 · 2 years ago

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Pokémon Shining SoulSilver dev diary 1

So I’m not a developer for pokemon or anything don’t @ me about sh:t. But I’ve been working on a hack/fake game/edit thingy for a while now and am posting cause I’m tired and want opinions

So- basics of it are taking a soul silver rom and changing it up to make it more realistic (ie smarter trainers, pokemon living on routes that feel natural for their biology), more unreliable- this time around there’s a greater scene of pokemon in a route so you don’t exactly what you’ll get- especially with someone (meaning me) who loves Nuzlocke type playing.

As well as changing up evolutions a bit, especially when it comes to Pokémon previously unable to evolve due to trading. As well as adjusting typing, such as finally having Charizard and Gyarados be dragon types! As well as incorporating more dual types- especially in the early gens who were still figuring themselves out

So, currently I’m up to grasps on all pokemon type changeups, evolutions, abilities and the like, part of the way through the monotony of picking where certain Pokémon live which is fine for like forests but SS/HG has a lot of water routes and areas and I am getting sick of it.

So, to break up that boring task I’ve also been working on upping the antics with trainers, leaders, grunts, and the rival. So far I’ve upped the level cap a little to make areas a little harder and have definitely diversified teams- even for gym leaders, fisherman and big catchers. I hate running into that one guy with six effing magikarps so now he has one, and a goldeen, a tangela, a wooper, a croconaw, a dragonair, etc- pokemon that would live near and around water, even if they aren’t water types.

The most fun I’ve had was doing the gym leaders- who while I’ve stuck with the level they were at- all of them have six Pokémon. And while many have the main type, more have dual types or types that fit the part. Such as Whitney having fairy and psychic types with her normals or Morty having dark types.

Because of that players won’t be able to just coast through the gym based on your ace of one type- you’ll have to be ready for anything

I’ve also added more double battles- because I love double battles ♥️

This was all kinda done because SS is my favorite of the games because your Pokémon actually walks with you- and the story is simple enough with a basic team rocket villain and classic ahat rival- unlike the later games which are convoluted to the excess. Problem was I was getting bored of the classic play through and I didn’t like that in fully randomized play throughs it felt like it was randomized- especially in encounters. Which can be interesting- but also it takes you out of the story to run into a Gyarados flopping around on Mt Mortar or a bell sprout on the ocean routes!

This was mainly just done for me- but as times gone on I am thinking of posting it as a fan game- at least once I play through the game and make sure it’s beatable. I have thought of making two versions- one with different teams for trainers but same for routes- namely cause I never want to redo the routes ever again- but that might be a future thing.

I mainly wanted to post this cause I’m excited, have no one in my life I can gush about pokemon to, and did actually want some public opinions.

So, starters- I wanted to move away from the classic grass, water, fire, however have found it difficult to find pokemon that fit into a tri-typing. While I was considering like ground, water, electric or something of the sort, I’ve since moved on to another idea. While retyping a few pokemon the starters all ended up dual typing and I want an opinion on what I should go with- I already have my idea on it- but let’s let the algorithm choose

Entry 2

So- in an attempt to check if it was working, I accidentally erased my progress on the Pokémon and trainers 😢 and have spent much of today rewriting the typings for my Pokémon. A lot of Pokémon in the hack have alternate typings and most excitedly alternative evolutions and evolution methods. This was mainly because it’s impossible to do trade evolutions- as well as I wanted to give formerly useless (non-evolutionary) pokemon extra stuff. If I do plan to post this for people to play- which I’m still deciding on- I plan to list out how they evolve- but not what they evolve into- giving it a layer of mystery. And a lot of Pokémon now evolve with friendship/happiness as well as classic evolution methods. This is because I’ve always liked the idea that Pokémon can control their own evolutions- to an extent. Similar to the show in that aspect.

The most notable examples are Vulpix, Growlithe, Nidorina/Nidorino, and Porygon2 who all evolve because of friendship- as well as several others

Changing types has been fun as well, and the gender ratio to be more even. I want to do my Lesbianlocke (female/gender neutral pokemon only Nuzlocke) and not have to give up my starter because I got effed over by sexist game developers

The one big issue I’ve had is I can’t readily change my starters with PPRE so I might have to find another hacking tool to fix that. The other problem is- for some reason- the tool I’m using doesn’t include fairy types. Which has been frustrating as I really wanted to make certain types fairy- including the Chilorita line to Grass/Fairy- which would help as their are currently more than a few new dragon type Pokémon in the game. I don’t know quite how to fix it yet- and I don’t think I have any completely dragon types so other type advantages will stick around- however that has been difficult to overcome

If anyone has an alternate hacking tool for a soul silver rom I’d love to hear it-hmu in the replies

#pokemon soulsilver #pokemon shiningsoulsilver #pokemon roms #pokemon rom hack #pokémon heartgold/soulsilver #rom hack #pokemon #dev diary #kind of

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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years ago

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

#cloudenthusiast #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #Scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin angst #scaramouche angst #genshin fanfic #genshin #genshin Scaramouche

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1indigoisles · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1 - Excerpt 1

Who in their right mind would choose to ‘live’ in a graveyard of a town in Rhode Island over one of the sunniest places in the world, Flagstaff, Arizona?

Well, I did.

Lila must think I'm crazy. She definitely did.

My mother (that’s Lila) had always been a traveler, a hare-brained traveler who had once left half of her possessions in the States on an immigration to India for the winter. What happened to that half, you may imagine? Only the unknown force that made Lila my mother knows. Don’t get me wrong, Lila’s the best, but we were less mother and son and more the adventurous traveler and her wary follower.

Why would I choose to travel then, since another option was given to me? Well, I’ll get to that.

But real life doesn’t have a happily ever after. It never did.

And we have now arrived at the part where things went wrong.

David was nowhere to be found on the day before the marriage. He’d gone out on a stormy night, saying he had some last-minute things to take care of and just... vanished.

"Flagstaff, Arizona, or Knightville, Rhode Island?" Lila had asked me when my school year in DC was over.

"What?" I looked up from my book, The Picture of Dorian Grey.

I replied, surprised, "And you're asking me this because...?"

"No," I immediately told her.

The glint died away. "Why not?" she asked, like a child asking her parent why she couldn't get candy even though she'd done her homework.

"Because I have no idea what to choose," I said bluntly.

"But I gave you only two options," she protested. "It can't be that hard!"

"Hard?" I asked incredulously. "You're asking me to choose where we're going to live for the whole of next year!"

"Between just 2 places!"

"Doesn't make it much easier, Lila!"

She looked bewildered, and a little hurt too, for which I felt a twinge of guilt.

Seeing me soften, perhaps, Lila went full-on puppy-dog mode, and while I had seen it coming and should've been able to resist it, I couldn't.

So, cursing the next several generations of Lila's bloodline (which wasn't smart, since I was one of them), I conceded to her wishes with a grumble.

Now, I don’t know why I chose Knightville. It wasn’t as though it was a good travel destination or a hot tourist spot; it was cold, constantly raining and foggy, and the only colours it ever saw were white, black and different shades of grey.

I just felt, I don't know, compelled to choose Knightville, like there was something the remote town whose name I had never heard of before had that much less remote Flagstaff didn't.

I wasn't fond of the feeling.

Plus, the house was kind of homely.

It was a one-storey dwelling, painted a pale blue, with a brown, slanted roof. The inside was all cream-yellow walls and creaky wooden floors and the smell of good old 1950s vintage.

I didn’t dislike it, so that must have meant something.

But none of this was real. This was probably my brain’s way of punishing me because I’d intentionally forced myself to survive in a place that I didn’t like when I had total opportunity to live somewhere else.

“It’s pistachio flavoured”, I said, coming back to reality, “one of the worst ice cream flavours invented in the history of bad ice cream flavours”. I scrunched my nose with distaste.

“It is not”, insisted Lila, “you just don’t like it ‘cause it’s weird. I happen to like weird. Quite a few people do. Weird is good.”

But I would not indulge myself in the weirder aspects of life. While Lila was fawning over her god-awful ice cream, I was silently enjoying classic chocolate.

#Land of Magic #Novels #Writing #Indigo Isles #Knightville #Tumblr Novel #Tumblr Author

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doubleddenden · 2 years ago

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So these are the Pokemon I used to beat Pokemon Opalo and a trainer sprite I made for myself, sort of combining my current hair style and outfits, the protagonist's style, and my own little additional flairs. East and West Cefira have some neat western vibes and some southern vibes too, so some of it felt pretty close to home.

This is my trainer sprite and a "crew shot" of all the Pokemon/Fakemon I used during my close to 90 hour journey. Unlike standard fan games where I focus on 6, the two regions were very big and the newer forms and Pokemon were very spaced out, so I picked up quite a few friends along the way, even outside my usual "new pokemon only" rules I tend to impose on myself.

Anyway, I made my trainer sprite from my usual sources, but all pokemon and fakemon here were taken from the in game files.

A little blurb about my team members and some usual fun stuff below the cut.

So the protagonist of Opalo grew up in the region and their past plays a heavy role in the story- I kind of find it difficult to imagine I could put my self insert in. So I'm basically just gonna say that, like usual, my self insert sort of stumbles into East Cefira by complete accident and sort of fumbles around as he gets involved with the story. I feel like he'd get along with most of the people he'd see, but definitely find certain characters suspicious like I did and later on was proven right.

He definitely enjoys that western vibe, and I definitely think he enjoys his spurs a little too much. But he definitely knows when to take things seriously and probably would end up snapping or straight up punching some of the people from the story (and probably get his ass kicked by some of them).

The team, tho. Here's how I decided to do things: Pokemon with named I already knew, I gave nicknames to. New Pokemon I left the same.

Mega Gasteslita (Grass/Electric): Our starter and beefiest boy. He's been with us through some serious shit from the very beginning. Apparently he's Impish and often falls asleep. While not particularly the most heavy hitting, I can trust it to tank out hits and let it outspeed pretty tough opponents.

Kovu/Cefiran Persian (Normal/Fire): There's actually 3 different variants here, and apparently I just so happened to end up with the fire type. Never used a Persian, but this one was pretty tough. Flare Blitz, Volt Tackle, and Play Rough with Tough Claws for its ability make it a very powerful Pokemon I relied on often. I like to imagine it headbutts my character often for affection and meows a lot.

Fesh Pince/Poliwrath (Water/Fighting): One of my earliest captures and the only non regional form or evolution to come with me all the way to the Pokemon League (mainly because I couldn't find any water types that didn't have a type conflict I was okay with, and I absolutely need water types). He's named after the youtube poop of Fresh Prince that I had recently watched again. Anyway, he got his ass kicked a lot, but also saved my ass a bunch as well. When I finally boxed him, he had a major final "arc" I'd say where he had a huge role in beating all the bad guys of the area. His departure was probably the hardest to get over because he was there from the beginning.

Skrelbow/Hitmonchan (Fighting): He joined the team pretty early as a Tyrogue- I was actually somewhat dreading using one because Lee is so much better imo, but Skrelbow put in the work and came in clutch for the first few gyms. He was eventually boxed when I started getting newer Pokemon, but his role was definitely important enough to keep around.

Sayaka/Gardevoir (Psychic/Fairy): I think she was the 4th Pokemon I caught, and really didn't do a lot other than gain experience. But the few times she did, she saved our team from disaster. I imagine maybe she just wasn't really much for conflict anyway, but I think she stuck around long enough that I consider her part of the crew anyway.

Cefireon (Flying): Obtained as an egg from Apolo's fiance, Vera, and hatched as an Eevee. He eventually evolved into Cefireon, the regional flying type evolution for Eevee. It was kind of hard to evolve it because it needed a very particular item, but when he did and once he got his footing, Cefireon became the strongest Pokemon on my team. Changing and ability and giving it a special item, plus overhauling his moves with TM make him a one stop fuck everything in SIGHT shop, and he was able to land continuous Hurricanes endlessly. He went from baby to the single most reliable and most important team member, being the one to beat The Great Spirit. It's gentle, so I imagine we enjoy sitting together and just napping together like I do my little dog irl.

Capt'n/ C. Sirfetch'd (Steel/Fighting): I'm not gonna lie... I'm not really fond of him that much, but by god he's a very important team member that kept me alive through most of East Cefira and a good chunk of West Cefira. It was my fairy buster for a while, and dished out a LOT of damage and withstood a bunch too. I think it was sort of silly and doofy, like Psyduck from the anime but actually strong. I caught him knowing I was going to eventually replace him, but I admit that he came in handy until it was time to go. And I'll admit, when I finally boxed him, I was missing his power.

Cursaring/ C. Ursaring (Dark): See what I did there? Lol. This Ursaring looked different enough that I felt like it could be its own species, but since it's not, I made my own pun on it. Cursaring is muscle and absolutely necessary muscle. It has a very varied move pool and punched a LOT of things, and practically slayed every ghost we encountered.

Bogaleon (Water/Bug): Apparently this guy was one of three starters that were available from a previous project by the creator, but as soon as I saw it in the files, I needed it. It's like a fusion of Samurott and Golisopod, two of my favorite Pokemon. I raised this thing from a baby, and even though I got it pretty late in the game, it was still around long enough to do a ton of damage and caught up to the crew super quickly. It was difficult, but it eventually filled the void left behind by Fesh Pince and went a little beyond in terms of coverage. That being said, it really throws me for a loop- It looks like it should do physical damage, but its a SPECIAL attacker instead.

SupaFly/ C Flygon (Bug/Dragon): and this guy does the OPPOSITE, where it has a movepool better for special attacks but a higher special attack stat. Weird. But anyway, SupaFly is the last one to join our family, but it's the one I was looking most forward to. Look at it! It's so cool looking! Definitely my favorite design. It doesn't really boast the most power, but I definitely think it was worth it to finally have it. It's just so cool, man. I definitely think my guy flies around on it all the time.

Anyway, that's it. I think I might have enough time to play Realidea System next. Overall though, I really liked this team and it's going to be difficult to move on.

#fakemon #pokemon fan game #pokemon opalo #pokemon team shot #oc's #arts and crafts with doubled #doubled32 #doubled plays games

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royalelusts · 4 years ago

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Could I have a request for upper demon moons with s/o gender neutral in a date in modern world ?

A/N: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy these.

Kokushibo

I feel like he really enjoys quiet places

A day at the book store is usually you twos go to date

Just helping each other pick out books

Or finding really funny ones to make fun off

Another date you two go on regularly is to the park with your dog

Just watching you play fetch with her is enough to make Kokushibo laugh to himself

His favorite part about the walks though dont happen until the sun goes down

You two were walking hand in hand through the part

“Hey is something wrong?”

Your question caught him off guard. “Why would you say that love?”

“Well you keep checking your watch like somethings going to happen.”

Knowing you caught him he sighed leading you toward the tunnel of trees

As soon as the clock hit 9 the fairy lights in the tunnel turned on

“Oh so this is why you were in such a hurry.”

Pulling out his phone he put on a slow song and held out his hand

“May I?” “You may.”

And you two danced in the tunnel like you were the only people left on the planet

Doma

Did somebody say shopping?

He will buy you anything and everything

Oh you want that new book that your favorite author just dropped?

We’re picking it up right now

You want those shoes?

On it

Want the new video game that’s really hard to get?

Already in the bag

He absolutely loves to take you to buy clothes the most though

He pushes you out of your comfort zone in a good way

“Come on out darling. Let me see~”

“Doma I don’t know...”

“Nonsense. I bet you look amazing.”

After taking a deep breath you walked out of the changing room

“Look at yoooouuuuuu.” He squealed. “Do a turn for me won’t you.”

Rolling your eyes you complied to his wishes

“Ah you just look amazing. Yep we’re buying it.”

Yeah dates with Douma are a real confidence boost

Akaza

His dates are usually very chill

He’ll walk around town with you all day if he could

Doing whatever you wanted to do

But there is one time of year that is absolutely necessary for a date

And that my friends is fair time

You two wear matching outfits cause you’re that couple

He definitely makes it his mission to go on all the rides

Even the pirate ship

“Babe just one more time.”

You’ve had to pull him away from things more than once

You two were walking around having just got done eating when a certain clown started flying insults at your boyfriend

“Oh look at the big tough guy.” The clown teased

Of course Akaza ignored him cause he’s got self control like that😌

You two were walking away from the clown until he made a comment

“Oh I see you got a nice looking s/o with you. I would love to take them on a date.”

Yeah all self control out the window

Akaza walked straight up to the dunk booth and paid the vendor

“Come on big guy. Lemme take your lovely s/o on a date.”

Akaza smiled at the clown before hitting the target sending the other in the water

When Akaza came back you laughed

“Seems he got under your skin~”

“I can’t stand assholes like him.”

“Haha my hero.” You say giving him a kiss as a reward

Nakime

Dates with her are somewhat difficult

Don’t get her wrong, regardless of what you pick she’ll love it

But you really wish she would have some input sometimes

But that aside, stay home dates are more her style

Cuddling on the couch watching a movie, cooking together, self care nights?

The whole package

Absolutely loves when you play with her hair

Makes her soft

Lo-fi music played in the background as you typed away on your computer

Nakime, who just got out the shower, got behind you resting her head on your shoulder

“Rough day?” All she did was hum a yes

“You know what that means~” You turned around hugging her tightly

“Self care night!” She let out a soft chuckle at your antics

Hantengu

Like Kokushibo, his ideal date would be someplace quiet

But with less people

So he always has weird places to take you

There was this bookstore in this part of town very little people knew about

Or rooftop cafe that served your drinks in the strangest cups

Your favorite thing is when he find small events to take you to

“Sweetheart...I found this new cafe. Would you like to go with me?”

“Of course I will!”

The cafe was a little bigger than the ones you usually went to but not by much

There were plants everywhere, chairs were shaped like teacup mugs, and there were teddy bears of different sizes at each table

“Tengu this is adorable”

“It makes me happy you like it” He gave your hand a soft squeeze before deciding to head to the counter

Gyokko

He’d probably take you to an art museum

Since he himself is an artist he goes there to analyze insult the art pieces

“My art looks way better than whatever this is”

He said that about the Mona Lisa….THE MONA LISA

I actually see him to be a really respected artist in the art world

So he’s constantly being invited to art galleries

Of course he brings you along

Before you two met he went alone and got bored really quickly

None of the art truly caught his eye

But with you there?

He has the absolute time of his life

You two were staring at a painting

“...what is it supposed to be?” You asked tilting your head

“It’s fucking atrocious that’s what it is.”

You laughed at your boyfriend’s comment

The artist having overheard you two didn’t like the comments you were making

He was so fed up he went right up to your boyfriend

“You don’t know the first thing about art. How would you know what looks good?”

Already knowing where this was going you unhooked your arm from your boyfriend

“How would I know? Anyone with eyes can see that this doesn’t deserve to be here. These brush strokes aren’t even going the same way and you have the audacity to yell at me for not knowing anything about art?!”

(please know I know nothing about art so I’m sorry if I offended anyone🥲)

The artist having been embarrassed in front of everyone quickly exited the room

Gyokko wrapped his arm around your waist again smiling

“Ready to go love?”

Kaigaku

Dates with Kaigaku will either be super chill or chaotic

He once took you both to a rage room

It may or may not have ended with either of you crying

Another time he took you to paint pottery

It really depends on how he’s feeling that day

Tonight was going to be a chill night though

You two were laying on a mountain cuddled up on a blanket staring at the stars

“Babe look it’s orion.”

After a few seconds of him not saying anything you raised your brow “Babe?”

You looked over to see him staring at you

“Sorry I was just looking at the prettiest star ever”

You laughed at his horrible pickup line and pecked his forehead

“Thanks babe.”

Gyutaro

(ah the love of my life)

He’s not a guy who would take you to an extravagant restaurant or to walk around in a crowd

Unless that’s really want you want of course

Even then it would take a lot of convincing

You know that he doesn’t see himself that highly

(no baby you’re literally perfect please don’t talk down on yourself🥺)

He would much rather stay at his/your house and vibe

But if you REALLY REALLY want to go out he’ll arrange something

He has a spot he goes to that overlooks the city

It lets him forget his responsibilities for a while

Gyutaro: i’m outside get dressed

You raised your brow at the text but got dressed regardless

Outside he was waiting next to his motorcycle staring at the sky

“Sooo what’re we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Here.”

He held out one of his hoodies and a helmet

You two drove for about 30 minutes before he stopped on a cliff

“We’re here.”

You walked up to the edge in awe

“Taro it’s….it’s amazing”

He hummed wrapping his arms around you resting his head on your shoulder

Yeah this is all he could ask for

Daki

Did someone say parties?

She 100% sees going to parties together as dates

I mean you get to see her in an amazing outfit

Who wouldn’t want to see that?

Now if this is your scene then there’s nothing to fix

If it’s not you’re going to have to explain that to her

You would probably take her to a flea market

Daki look around the building in utter disgust

“What the fuck? Why are we here?”

“Babe please just trust me.” You gave her a soft smile

Remembering this was supposed to be a 'date' she begrudgingly goes along with it

First you take her to the food section

She’s never seen food like this before so she’s a little hesitant

“...what is that?”

“It’s ox tail. Try it.” Hesitant she ate a piece and omg she absolutely loved it

You walk around some more until you get to the section with the perfume and jewelry

She’s absolutely amazed. They are so many different sizes with different colors.

“I want them all.”

“Babe no-”

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