#i'm not gonna fridge her

[a-tale-of-legends]

The Red Sky Above.

Summary: A look at what Luca went through during the darkest day.

Note: tbh, I made this on a whim and I don't like it much. I might revisit this in the future, but I think it's good enough of a portrayal of Luca's trauma. Also I know that dynnamaxed pokemon don't have red glowing eyes, but for the sake of the fic( I'm too lazy to fix anything), let's say the ones during the Darkest Day do.

TW: Blood, severe injury ( implied), panic attack (?)

Anyway, enjoy :)

He didn't understand what was happening. Only the fact that he was lost and scared. The sky was red. Their was a feeling in the air that just felt so….suffocating. Suffocating his lungs as he ran for his life, the sky red above him, and the ground trembled below. There was yelling from all directions,people screaming in fear or in pain- the Dynamax pokemon towering over all of them, their cries piercing his ears with their might, rampaging across the streets. They were people in suits - he thinks, he's not entirely sure- trying to hold them off but the pokemon are too strong, too crazed with whatever that was happening to be stopped.

What was he doing again? Oh, right. Running for his life.

Luca doesn't know how he ended up like this. One minute he was with his sister, watching the Championship Match on her Rotom phone as they waited for their bus to come home. The next thing he knew he lost his sister in the chaos, running away from the gaint pokemon rampaging across Hammerlocke, barely dodging the debris that was falling left and right. He was crying, he was sure of that, his voice almost going hoarse as he yelled for his sister. They weren't heard- not yet- as his voice was buried underneath the chaos around him. So all he could do was run.

And so he did. He ran and ran and ran, the Red Sky and the scary gaint Pokemon looming over him, taunting him, chasing him as if he had no escape. He was scared. So very scared. He wanted to go home. He wanted to his sister, his parents. He wanted the Red Sky and the giant pokemon to go away. He wanted this day to end.

And then he tripped. He fell to the ground harshly, scraping his knees as he does. He hisses, just about to get up until…until he sees a large shadow looming over him. He turns around to see it. One of the dynnamaxed pokemon rampaging the city. Right behind him. Just about to crush him where he stands. His heart begins pound in his chest, his eyes glued to the beast above, coated in a red mist with blood red eyes shine down below. He's going to die. He's going to die.

" Get up!" His mind begs, " Get up!! Run!!!" It begs and pleads but he can't move. He's frozen, ever skill as he stares up at those blood red eyes. At his death. He can't breathe. He can't-

"LUCA!"

It happened so fast,yet again. It seems to be a theme. He just feels himself getting pushed-no, thrown backwards, away from the beast. He blinks, and he sees said pokemon be surrounded by those people in suits,the pokemon itself staggering away. He blinks again and looks up- the sky is still red. The screams are still loud. He still feels like he suffocating. He blinks one more time. He looks down.

Red mixed with black. Blood splatters across the pavement, her hair flown forward, covering his face. Rubble was covering the lower half of her body, trapping her in Her hand was reached outwards to him. She wasn't moving. His sister wasn't moving.

Luca doesn't hear the voices approaching him and his sister. He doesn't see the people in suits hurriedly getting his sister out of the rubble, rushing her to a hospital. He doesn't see any of that. He just sees red.

Red blood.

Red eyes.

Red sky.

Until he sees nothing, falling back to the surprising comfort of the dark. He wants to wake up and let it all be a bad dream. No Red Sky taunting him everywhere he goes. No screams of the people and pokemon around him. No dynnamaxed pokemon looming over him, destroying things in their wake. No sister's blood on the ground below.

And yet.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Anyways, if they kill Nancy I will consider that a GoT level of bad ending

[qpjianghu]

Outcast, fallen angel, you are loved. You are forgiven. You are redeemed. You are loved. -The Exorcist [insp]

Li Lianhua | Mysterious Lotus Casebook

[ceaselessims]

every time arthur brings up faroe and the sad piano motif starts playing im just

[hulloitsdani]

Nothing like the leaders of an elite army battalion raiding a kitchen like newborn dear cause none of them know how to actually cook.

In case it wasn't obvious I had stupid amounts of fun drawing this one. It was meant to be a silly warm up sketch but hahaha cut to a few hours later and I put my whole ass into drawing these dorks.

[twcfaces]

Not sure how I feel about Gilda in the Last Halloween, tbh.

I get that she's deeply, probably obsessively in love with Harvey Dent. But like. That's become her personality to the exclusion of everything else.

Harvey has protected her in the past, but I hope to see her character get a little more complex, even if it's just to explain why she's obsessed.

[hungrydolphin91]

Making my very first poll to ask the important questions here

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

Every now and then I remember the times I would mention to my flatmate that I was thinking of buying myself something reasonably expensive (that I had been eyeing up for months and had budgeted for) and she'd tell me that I shouldn't spend that much money on something I didn't need and it would be stupid etc etc while she regularly impulse bought things that cost at least as much and she would use once (while complaining that she was under a lot of financial stress and couldn't afford <$3/week for 2 months for a rental washing machine when ours broke). She is... perhaps not my first call for financial advice

[allpromarlo]

no thoughts head empty just funny lil british men from video game

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

Todays episode of "my MIL thinks she knows better than us" was really fucking annoying and I hope they don't syndicate it

[shymaidxn]

*t-poses* i have been summoned

[sapphicautistic]

4 days until the move hahahahahaha

[do-you-have-a-flag]

Text recounting of the full events below but oh my god please watch this person explain the wildest thing happening to them

[image text]r/trueoffmychest post by CptnSpaceCase tiktok handle kelseycanstand

Today my aide cooked what should not be cooked

I have to get this out, because today feels like an actual nightmare I keep expecting to wake up from.

I'm disabled, and need help with stuff around the house. Today was the second day with a new agency and new home health aide, "Tina." I set it up so she would come by in the morning while I'm sleeping (insomnia is killer), and I texted her last night what I would need done today.

One of those things was to roast some precut squash I'd gotten so I could have it with my salads and pasta. I was very clear in my instructions: what it looked like, where it was in the fridge, how to use the oven, how to cook it. I also have a roommate who was up and told her she could ask them for help if she couldn't find anything. Or come get me if truly necessary.

Now, I have three pet ball pythons. They eat rats that I thaw from frozen in the fridge in a reusable plastic bag. Yes, that's where I'm going with this.

Tina couldn't find the squash, and so, obviously, that meant she should roast the first other thing she could see that was technically also encased in plastic, in a completely different area of the fridge. The FUCKING RATS. In butter and salt, in my nice baking dish.

And like, that's insane all on its own, but if you're going to cook any animal, you should at least clean and skin it first, right??? Like, do the crazy, disgusting thing properly so I can respect the effort, instead of sticking them in as is. Fur and guts and all.

And the smell. Good God baby Jesus the SMELL. It woke me up and had me gagging the moment I opened my bedroom door. Definitely not squash. Or food-smelling for that matter. At first I thought the squash had spontaneously rotted overnight and she'd tried to cook it anyway. That would have been slightly less insane and much preferable.

I had to pull it out of her what she was cooking instead when she said she couldn't find it (it was in plain sight), had to open the oven and see my snakes' dinners in place of my own and still couldn't process what the fuck was happening, what I was looking at and smelling. I don't like yelling at people and generally avoid it. Today was a day for exceptions. And at the end of my half-crazed, dissociative rant, I told her to get the whole dish and its contents and herself out of the fucking house. And to not come back.

Suffice to say, I've contacted the agency to report it and am requesting a new aide. Now I'm sitting at a cafe trying to calm down and eat something despite the scent memory that's taken up permanent residence and turning my stomach. The whole house reeks like musty, sewage-dipped pork that had been left out for a whole day before being cooked in rancid oil, and I'm not sure Febreeze is gonna cut it. I don't want to go home. 🫠😭

[novadreii]

Wow we finally banished unclefather huh? I'm proud of us.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

My boss just texted me that she's back home early so I don't need to go feed everybody tomorrow but now I'm stressing that maybe I did things wrong and she's gonna be mad 😭😭

[grimandghoulish]

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