#pink whale challenge

[bubble3-tea-3bear]

Cozy Sunday Guide

1. Indulge in a luxury skincare routine

2. Sort out my planner with cute stickers and washi tape

3. Make pink unicorn hot chocolate, rainbow sprinkles, fluffy cream, and mini marshmallows

4. Buy or draw a bunch of pretty flowers

5. Organize my wardens wardrobe and dressing table

6. Color in a fairytale book

7. Bake some enchanting sweet treats

8. Watch Disney or Barbie princess movies

9. Treat myself to some cute comfy clothing

10. Light a new favorite candle and burn some eco friendly wax

11. Have a pink bubble bath with candy scented bubbles

12. Go for a walk through the pink and white cherry blossom trees

13. Curl up with a new book and cozy blanket

14. Make unicorn popcorn and watch The Winx Club!

You don’t have to all these things to have a good Sunday. Most of the time I just like to bake. This week I made a delicious chocolate cake and watched Barbie 🫶🎀💕.

[strawberrymace]

[sinukiyo]

I’m sorry but this scene…THIS SCENE…

“Matthias cast an uneasy glance at the guards’ backs, visible through the doorway. “Ignore them,” she said. “Why haven’t you kissed me, Matthias?”

“This isn’t the time—”

“Is it because of what I am? Is it because you still fear me?”

“No.”

She paused, and he could see her struggling with what she wanted to say. “Is it because of the way I behaved on the ship? The way I acted the other night … when I tried to get you to give me the rest of the parem?”

“How can you think that?”

“You’re always calling me shameless. I guess … I guess I’m ashamed.” She shuddered. “It’s like wearing a coat that doesn’t fit.”

“Nina, I gave you my oath.”

“But—”

“Your enemies are my enemies, and I will stand with you against any foe—including this accursed drug.”

She shook her head as if he was speaking nonsense. “I don’t want you to be with me because of an oath, or because you think you need to protect me, or because you think you owe me some stupid blood debt.”

“Nina—” he started, then stopped. “Nina, I am with you because you let me be with you. There is no greater honor than to stand by your side.”

“Honor, duty. I get it.”

Her temper he could bear, but her disappointment was unacceptable. Matthias knew only the language of war. He did not have the words for this. “Meeting you was a disaster.”

She raised a brow. “Thank you.”

Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. “But I am grateful every day for that disaster. I needed a cataclysm to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.”

“I,” she said, planting a hand on her hip, “am a delicate flower.”

“You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming.”

“And what would you prefer?” she said, eyes blazing, the slightest quaver to her voice. “A proper Fjerdan girl who wears high collars and dunks herself in cold water whenever she has the urge to do something exciting?”

“That isn’t what I meant!”

She sidled closer to him. Again, his eyes strayed to the guards. Their backs were turned, but Matthias knew they must be listening, no matter what language he and Nina were speaking. “What are you so afraid of?” she challenged. “Don’t look at them, Matthias. Look at me.”

He looked. It was a struggle not to look. He loved seeing her in Fjerdan clothes, the little woolly vest, the full sweep of her skirts. Her green eyes were bright, her cheeks pink, her lips slightly parted. It was too easy to imagine himself kneeling like a penitent before her, letting his hands slide up the white curves of her calves, pushing those skirts higher, past her knees to the warm skin of her thighs. And the worst part was that he knew how good she would feel. Every cell in his body remembered the press of her naked body that first night in the whaling camp. “I … There is no one I want more; there is nothing I want more than to be overwhelmed by you.”

“But you don’t want to kiss me?”

“He inhaled slowly, trying to bring order to his thoughts. This was all wrong.

“In Fjerda—” he began.

“We’re not in Fjerda.”

He needed to make her understand. “In Fjerda,” he persisted, “I would have asked your parents for permission to walk out with you.”

“I haven’t seen my parents since I was a child.”

“We would have been chaperoned. I would have dined with your family at least three times before we were ever left alone together.”

“We’re alone together now, Matthias.”

“I would have brought you gifts.”

Nina tipped her head to one side. “Go on.”

“Winter roses if I could afford them, a silver comb for your hair.”

“I don’t need those things.”

“Apple cakes with sweet cream.”

“I thought drüskelle didn’t eat sweets.”

“They’d all be for you,” he said.

“You have my attention.”

“Our first kiss would be in a sunlit wood or under a starry sky after a village dance, not in a tomb or some dank basement with guards at the door.”

“Let me get this straight,” Nina said. “You haven’t kissed me because the setting isn’t suitably romantic?”

“This isn’t about romance. A proper kiss, a proper courtship. There’s a way these things should be done.”

“For proper thieves?” The corners of her beautiful mouth curled and for a moment he was afraid she would laugh at him, but she simply shook her head and drew even nearer. Her body was the barest breath from his now. The need to close that scrap of distance was maddening.

“The first day you showed up at my house for this proper courtship, I would have cornered you in the pantry,” she said. “But please, tell me more about Fjerdan girls.”

“They speak quietly. They don’t engage in flirtations with every single man they meet.”

“I flirt with the women too.”

“I think you’d flirt with a date palm if it would pay you any attention.”

“If I flirted with a plant, you can bet it would stand up and take notice. Are you jealous?”

“All the time.”

“I’m glad. What are you looking at, Matthias?” The low thrum of her voice vibrated straight through him.

He kept his eyes on the ceiling, whispering softly. “Nothing.”

“Matthias, are you praying?”

“Possibly.”

“For restraint?” she said sweetly.

“You really are a witch.”

“I’m not proper, Matthias.”

“I am aware of this.” Miserably, keenly, hungrily aware.

“And I’m sorry to inform you, but you’re not proper either.”

His gaze dropped to her now. “I—”

“How many rules have you broken since you met me? How many laws? They won’t be the last. Nothing about us will ever be proper,” she said. She tilted her face up to his. So close now it was as if they were already touching. “Not the way we met. Not the life we lead. And not the way we kiss.”

“She went up on tiptoe, and that easily, her mouth was against his. It was barely a kiss—just a quick, startling press of her lips.

Before she could even think of moving away, he had hold of her. He knew he was probably doing everything wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry, because she was in his arms, her lips were parting, her hands were twining around his neck, and sweet Djel, her tongue was in his mouth. No wonder Fjerdans were so cautious about courtship. If Matthias could be kissing Nina, feeling her nip at his lip with her clever teeth, feel her body fitted against his own, hear her release that little sigh in the back of her throat, why would he ever bother doing anything else? Why would anyone?”

[sunbeamah]

JJK Mermaid AU just sitting in my documents-- Yuuji centric!

Naturally, Yuuji is the pearl of his pod-- the most beautiful and strongest mer there. His tail is pink and shimmery, sparkling golden in the light-- but beyond appearances, it's also very powerful. He has mating requests coming in from all the different oceans and seas.

Much to the displeasure of his nine older killer whale mer brothers.

So they set up a system-- in order to even ask to court Yuuji, you have to fight and defeat all 9 brothers, starting from the youngest (Shooso) and ending with Choso. Only 4 mers have ever beaten all 9 brothers. Inumaki Toge, Okkotsu Yuuta, Ryoumen Sukuna and Gojo Satoru.

In Inumaki and Okkotsu's cases, they genuinely wanted to court Yuuji, but ended up meeting and falling in love with one another. (Inumaki took 3 tries to defeat all 9 brothers, while Okkotsu did it in 1). They'd show off for Yuuji and push themselves harder and harder upon seeing the other, until they reached a point where it wasn't about Yuuji anymore. They weren't even thinking of him (no hard feelings though!)

Inumaki's tail is white with navy blue markings down it, his fins are very fine and large, they appear to be wavy as well

Okkotsu's is white at his hips, but quickly fades into black. There are speckles of white decorating the topmost parts, and his fins tend to have white veins running through them

In Ryoumen Sukuna's case, he called Yuuji boring, which offended the brothers and caused them to challenge him. He fought all 9 and won. Yuuji ended up fighting him afterwards, and even though he lost he continues to fight Sukuna whenever they come across each other. Sukuna (though he'll never admit it) enjoys these matches.

Sukuna's tail is a thing of legends. He's a 10-tailed octopus, a bad omen for all those that lay eyes on him. They're a dark pink to match his hair, and have black markings to match those on his upper body.

In Gojo Satoru's case, he wanted to piss the brothers off. He'd heard of their strength, and how they were undefeated across all 7 seas, and thought 'lol I could take them'. Unfortunately, he could. He doesn't do anything with his courting privileges except swim in at random times to hang out with Yuuji and piss the brothers off.

Satoru's tail is pure, blinding white, with a bright blue iridescent sheen to it. The fins are long, wide and appear to be very thin, but there isn't a single scratch or tear on any of them, a pride point for fine-finned mers

There are mers who are allowed to talk to and interact with Yuuji despite not having defeated the brothers, of course. They're a trusted minority, and their ranks include:

Ieiri Shoko

She healed Yuuji when he was sick as a guppy, and treated Shooso and Tanso's wounds from their many fights. Her tail is a murky grey, and the very tips of it are black.

Kugisaki Nobara

Their pods travelled together for a while when they were younger, and they had great fun sparring together. She's his closest friend! Her tail is a classic green (the little mermaid hehe), though she dyes it in gold around her hips and at the veins and tips of her fins-- a modern, fashionable practice

Nanami Kento

Looked after guppy Yuuji after his grandfather passed and before his brothers discovered him, and greatly disapproves of Gojo Satoru, urging him to stop visiting Yuuji. A trusted ally on all fronts. His tail is white and heavily spotted in black. There are blue tinges by his hips, and some parts of his fins are torn

Haibara Yuu

Nanami's pair, who also looked after Yuuji! An honest mer with good intentions that they fully trust. His fins are slashed right through the middle, but he still maintains an excellent swimming speed. His tail is a classic dark blue, blending into darker waters easily

Yoshino Junpei

Despite his obvious interest in Yuuji, it's clear the mer doesn't have the courage or audacity to try to propose any kind of courtship. The brothers trust his cowardliness (they're very dramatic and rude). He's a glowing blue jellyfish mer, though some of his stingers are perpetually bright yellow with electricity

And now for the list of beaten mers, and who they were beaten by:

Mei Mei - Choso

Kamo Noritoshi jr - Shoso (5th eldest)

Todo Aoi - Choso (brutal fight)

Zenin Mai (forced by her clan to fight) - Shooso (2nd youngest)

Zenin Naoya - Eso

Juzo (curse user who wanted to make Gojo into a coat rack) - Sanso (7th eldest)

Haruta (made creepy comments, had to use all 6 miracles in his first fight, tried to run after. didn't work.) - Tanso (3rd youngest)

Toshihisa (one of the curse users who fought Kusakabe) - Tanso

Manami - Kotsu (6th eldest)

a LOT of unnamed mers, usually beaten by the youngest 4. Rarely does anyone ever get up to the eldest 4.

Some mers request to fight Choso straight from the beginning, and he'll honour that request if all his brothers consent to it, but he absolutely DETESTS those that do ask -- he feels that they're disrespecting his younger brothers by not fighting them, or that they don't think Yuuji is worth all the effort of fighting 9 brothers.

Tsukumo Yuki once challenged all the brothers at once, including Yuuji, to offer courtship to Choso. She won.

Now she trains with Yuuji so that if a potential suitor defeats all his brothers, they'll have the hardest time fighting him as well.

Her tail is black with an iridescent sheen of gold, and the tips of her scales are brown. It makes for an eye-catching look!

[toptierteaser]

Fatboy Sorting

There are many challenges that the Administration at Fatty Camp must address over the course of time, not least among them repairing all the busted bunkbeds and broken exercise equipment, sewing patches into the uniforms their fatboys bust out of...and of course, keeping up with the rampant, ravenous appetites of their Campers as they binge and gorge and stuff themselves endlessly out of house and home...

But among the most pressing challenges--as well as the most popular amongst the Coaches at Fatty Camp--is the Sorting. You see, with all the various types and sizes and flavors of fatboy at Fatty Camp, it is imperative that the Administration does a fine job of sorting its piggies into subcamps, assigning each to a Bunk specific to their blubbery and chub, to their gluttony and girth...and to ensure each of them is put on a diet and workout regimen and under the guidance of a couple Coaches which can "best fit their ample needs."

It starts with size, of course. With the measuring, the prodding of embarrassed fatty after embarrassed fatty onto the scales, a taunting jock wrapping his measuring tape around each quivering pork chop as he shouts out the numbers, as they are flashed on the screen before every fitty and fatty alike! And then, with a firm pat on the ample tukis, a prod of the juicy love handle, and a good shake of the protruding gut, each fatty is sent waddling to their freshly-assigned line, where a sticker in the shape of a bear or a pig or a turkey or a hippo...or even a whale...is stamped onto their fat, widened ass and on the front of their rising, riding shirt.

It's embarrassing, of course, but what better way to put each fatty into his place?

Of course, it doesn't begin and end with the sorting based on size, on weight, on the circumference of each Camper's chest and stomach and ass...no. The REAL sorting begins when each panting, juicy camper is run through a series of tests. An obstacle course through which the Coaches poke and tease and prod each Camper to watch his struggling, ballooning body jiggle as he pathetically attempts to complete it. Of course, each fatboy thinks they’re being tested based on physical aptitude alone. And they are. But on top of the observations by their Coaches and the Directors to see who can do the monkey bars or the wall climb, they are also being watched. Who among them will beg for release? Who will struggle through the line of tires, only to get his fat hips stuck on the second-to-last, to squeal and call out for help? Who will run out of breath on the treadmill? Who will become distracted by the lone cupcake placed on the trap door and yelp as his fat ass falls through? Who will be embarrassed as he swings down the line of monkey bars, aware that his obese ass is jiggling like crazy? Who will be totally oblivious that his shirt has completely ridden up? Which porker will be delusional enough to try the tube slide only to get stuck, wriggling, begging, and pleading, halfway through?

For the Coaches, it’s one of their favorite parts of the Sorting. For the Campers, it’s one of the most embarrassing.

When the Campers have been duly sorted again…the whiners from the oblivious-porker from the determined fatboys who aren’t SO chubby just yet, but who will be well on their ways to obesity within a few months of bingeing…each is sent to the Fitting Room. There, another test awaits. The routine outfitting of the porky, chubby campers. They find themselves on benches, ordered to strip to their briefs and forced to waddle over to the clothing that awaits them. without sizes, the fatties do their best, racing and wrestling each other for the roomiest clothes that can fit their obese bodies. and the Coaches have themselves a fine time watching their piggies struggle, huffing and puffing, cheeks reddening as they force themselves into the bright pink booty-shorts, the humiliating striped shirts that chafe between their rubbing thunder thighs or wedge up their enormous butts or don’t even come close—no matter how hard they tug—to covering their ballooning bellies and exposed bellybuttons! Each, looking like a packed sausage, the Campers grunt as they struggle to lean down, yank socks over their chubby toes and wrestle with their bellies to tie their shoes. Huffing and sweating by the end of their ordeal as they look around at one another’s bodies, puffing out like pastry from the too-tight clothes…

And then the eating bell rings.

Here comes a reward. Or so each fatty thinks, as his ass bumps into his neighbors, fighting each other to claw the way through the doors to the cafeteria. They race, pushing and shoving each other’s overfed bodies to get to the buffet first. nearly bending over, ass up in the air as they race to fill their plates, knowing how quickly food could be taken away from them. Knowing how hungry they are, having exerted themselves during the ten-minute obstacle course and clothing try on; An unusually-EXHAUSTING day for Fatty Camp. They pack themselves in, love-handle-to-love-handle, asscheek-to-asscheek, overblown-belly-to-overblown-belly, on the benches at the tables, which groan in pain beneath the collective girth. Stuffing themselves to the brim on all their favorite foods, unaware that the Coaches and Admin are watching. Unaware that they’re being documented like pigs. Which one likes which foods? Which will eat himself until the button on his camp shorts pops? Which will feed himself until he can hardly move?

It's an easy way to do the final sorting. As, from behind the one-way-glass teams of doctors and Coaches and Counselors take notes, laughing as they sort each of you fatasses into your group.

Oh, the PLANS they have in store for you!

How they go about their sorting. Placing the exjocks—the former football players turned butterball, the swimmers and runners who let themselves go, the wrestlers who never cut again after high school or college. Even their own, the Coaches who couldn’t keep up with their diets and exercise requirements. How much fun they will have, taunting you, reminding you of your skinnier, fitter days when you were hot stuff and an athlete. When you were one of them…

The ‘helpless fatties,’ they’ll categorize differently. Penning you in the bunks where they know you desperately want to lose the weight, though they’ll do everything in their power to sabotage your diets, to fill your overeating urges. Treating you like the adorable piglets you are…

And the gainers. Oh, what they’ll do with you! Knowing how easy you are to control. How you would od anything to be fed, to grow, to avoid exercise. How they will hold that—literally, holding cupcakes and donuts—over your heads, just to watch you beg and whimper and plead.

How much fun they’ll have, when the sorting has been finished and you accept the kind of fatboy you are!

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - april

TOTAL: 4 604 low but on the upside i plotted out and got started on the last chapter for cherry wine's capital arc, FUCK yes finally. X_X

POSTED: nothing new! a battlefield terra scene languishing in my files since 2017 tho.

IN PROGRESS -cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO chapter 10 (1 548 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (2 553 words) -bleach: attempt at one of my unusual inheritances prompts that swiftly died on me (503 words) (if you ever think "oh it's such an obvious plot i will remember for sure" THAT IS SATAN LYING TO YOU.)

-- cherry wine (short bcs spoilers everywhere) --

Then they were approaching the well-lit area before the hall where people milled around, and the brouhaha covered the edge of their voices, as Madara asked, "So, what did you do?"

"Mm, nothing too extreme. I merely felt regretful that I couldn't keep Yukiha-san company, so I... referred her to some."

Madara's eyebrows quirked dubiously.

"The pink kind."

"--Pfhah."

He'd done a little more than that, really. When he'd asked the Haruno girls what they thought about hatesex (in favor; spicy), and their ability to convince a very horny, grumpy, desperate kunoichi to let herself be bedded (very high; just had to challenge her superiority), he'd also asked them for the favor of their alpha brother's sweatier underclothes, to plant in her bedroom afterwards. They would have a fun couple of weeks waiting to be certain she wasn't carrying a bellyful of civilian bastards.

-- suburban ot4 --

Nelliel rolls like a beached whale, morose and defeated. Her phone keeps containing nothing of interest. 

Tier of course hasn't contacted her directly since their last in-person meeting, because she doesn't believe in chatting up ex-girlfriends. Especially because her current girlfriends are jealous and threatened somehow, even after Nelliel told them about getting knocked up by Grimmjow.

They all think she has shit taste in men, see, but they don't doubt her taste in women is more refined. 

Her only recent messages are from Grimmjow and Hime.

... Her most recent message is from Hime! Right now! Ohh, she was letting things settle a bit before she started hounding her in case the Kurosakis wanted space, but!

Hime-chan: Nel-chan, hello! Are you here?

She wants to talk! Live! Right now!

Me: yes!!!!!! :D :D :D hi! what's up?? Hime-chan: #^__^#<3 Hime-chan: oh, nothing much! I was just wondering if you're busy or maybe if you would want to go out for a walk? I was going to take kazui and go check out that new pastry shop and i thought, that's not too far from where you are and maybe you're not too tired to go? Me: YES let me get dressed. Hime-chan: but if you don't feel up to it then take care of yourself Hime-chan: !! oh, great! Give us a half hour? Me: yeeeeeeeessss ill be waiting downstairs SEE YOU SOON

"Hot date, eh?"

Nelliel gives her boyfriend the crazed stare of don't get in my way. "Oh fuck yeah. With Hime and the kid. I am going to get so many cuddles."

He laughs at her. "Want me to clear out in case you get them to come home with you for coffee while you're at it?"

"... Nah. You can stay and babysit."

Grimmjow plants his hand on top of her skull and swings her right and left, then shoves her back down onto her pillows. She yowls in protest, grabbing his wrist to haul herself back up. "Stop that, I have to shower and get dressed! I can't meet Hime if I stink!"

"But you're fine stinking for me, I see how it is." He drags her to her feet, an amused half-smirk on his face. 

"You're a gross boy, though. Hime is fresh and cute and sweet. She's not into salty."

Grimmjow smirks even wider. "Oh, she's into all sorts of crazy shit. Made me a herring and ice cream sandwich once."

"... I kinda want to figure out what exactly this means in our sexy metaphor but I'm going to be late." Nelliel leans in to give him a cheek kiss and a semi-friendly headbutt and scampers off to the bathroom. "I've got a daaaate!"

"A friendship date!"

"Guys who don't have a date don't get to piss on my parade!"

-- ichigo and sisters, odd inheritance -- fic disappeared on me and left me without notes, idk if i'll ever figure out what to do with it --

Ichigo has been eighteen all of two months when he finally manages to get 1. custody of his sisters and 2. access to his inheritance. 

It's fast. Really fast. Dad's lawyer friend was cutthroat and very prepared. 

(Even if the guy looks so dubious and scruffy--)

Ichigo has been living in a group house on his own for seven months by then, and he knows the clinic wasn't completely paid off, and he knows it's been sold on -- all their personal effects are in storage, in a truck, in the truck the lawyer friend got him and the lawyer friend's even odder friend taught him to drive and he is never going to manage to repay them--

Anyway.

"Is this it?" Karin asks, dubious. 

Karin and Yuzu are crammed together on the passenger's seat, and they peer at the actual goddamned mansion looming at the top of the hill with the exact same dubiousness Ichigo feels. It's an european style, but from a century back at least, and wasn't exactly maintained well. He's not sure why Mom hung onto it instead of selling it off, but maybe there were no buyers. There used to be a village nearby but now there's two rickety houses and some farmland, mostly woods, and the house stands on such a slope that cutting down the trees to grow anything else would be completely pointless.

On the other side of the ridge is, apparently, the sea, but about fifty meters of cliffside down. No beach access either. Sigh. Whatever.

"I'll unlock the gate!" Yuzu exclaims, and pops out of the cab, legs wobbling on landing from the drive. The rusty noise as she pushes it open is, uh. Bad.

"Home sweet home," he grumbles as he drives the car through the gate.

Making it livable is going to take so much work.

But the roof isn't leaking and the heating and water still work, and miraculously one of the wings has failed to get infected by mold. So. It will do.

--

The first night they camp together in one of the living rooms, and it's nice. (Yuzu cries openly over being reunited, Karin cries while telling her not to cry, and Ichigo somehow manages to wait until they have fallen asleep.)

They don't really know what happened to their mom's family or why she has a hugeass house fit for like ten or fifteen very antisocial people that nobody else had a claim on. The way Kurosaki Masaki spent their childhood dodging the topic like an olympic slalom medalist had been read as 'it was Bad and Ungood but now it's OVER move along hahaha'. So of course, "If one of our grandparents is haunting this dust pile and they don't wait until tomorrow to bug us, I will throw their tablet in the sea," Karin was muttering, half as a joke, before she finally laid down. 

It's five AM and Ichigo isn't laughing. 

Of course there are ghosts. Anywhere he goes there are ghosts.

[arcaladiwoompa]

I speed ran this art for Mixed Media, which you can read here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57047158/chapters/145082332?view_adult=true.

Pinch artist to the rescue!

Image description: College AU Bisky dressed in a hot pink and black goth outfit, having her recurring Saturday morning pancake breakfast with Killua. Killua is wearing a light yellow collared shirt with a blue square pattern over a red tee shirt and forest patterned jeans. I gave him dark colored shoes with a pattern of bright red, yellow and green checkered squares on the heels. Killua is explaining to Bisky that he has a big problem. Hint: it has something to do with a scuffed pair of white Converse shoes, text messages left on read, and a forest green Whale Island Soccer hoodie!

As soon as I saw the title I thought Challenge Accepted (TM). Media used: 1. black pen, 2. charcoal pencils that broke 2 times while I was attempting to sharpen them, so then I ended up drawing with the broken charcoal stub, 3. some of my own personal photography from when I visited Colorado and Wales. Not stock photos! And 4. digital art.

@hxhbigbang24 (Fic number Killugon 4)

[seijorhi]

Sea Change

A follow up commission for Settle by the lovely (and very patient) 🐦 anon

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

w.c 5.4k

tw: non/dub-con, pregnancy, breeding kink (kinda), yandere themes, threats of violence, stockholm syndrome, nsfw, smut

When you were younger, you dreamed of a life spent travelling. 

Beautiful sunsets, the melting pot of foreign cities, stretching out on the shores of breathtaking, glittering beaches. Wandering ancient ruins and immersing yourself in the local culture, never growing stagnant, never feeling trapped.

Paradise.

In some way, that lingering desire was what pushed you to go and study in Argentina in the first place. Sure, it wasn’t the carefree, whirlwind adventure you’d imagined as a child, but that didn’t matter. You were leaving home, standing on your own two feet for the first time in your life.

The language was tricky, it took you months before you felt even somewhat confident carrying a conversation. The customs weren’t what you were used to – tiny differences that always left you feeling slightly out of place. Undertaking college in another country brought its own set of challenges, and you were lost and unsure, not knowing whether the course you were on was the right one and terrified of making a mistake.

Still, it was everything. 

Argentina stole your heart. San Juan, with its sleepy, historic atmosphere took root inside of you. It felt like home, almost from the first day you spent there. Even when you were stressed, near broke and drowning under your course work, you were utterly enamoured, enthralled by the vibrant city and its beautiful people. 

You’d joked once on a call back home that it’d take a small miracle to pry you away from Argentina; you loved it here too much. 

Then you met Tooru, and for a while that seemed like a dream come true, too.

It seems cruel, that you’ve been gifted everything you’ve ever dreamed of – and more – with no way of giving it back. Like the universe is laughing at you.

Across the glistening ocean, the sun’s beginning to rise. Perched at the end of the old, wooden pier, your feet dangle off the edge, high tide bringing the ocean up to lap at your ankles. The sky, awash with pink and orange and a smattering of clouds, casts a warm glow over the water, the sea taking on a wine-like hue.

Two seagulls circle overhead, and you smother a bitter laugh, resting a hand atop your swollen belly.

Another beautiful morning in paradise.

A little ways down the shore, the port is already thriving; fisherman returning, others heading out. There’s yachts and whale watching tours and on the far side of the port, a cruise ship, docked for a few days while tourists explore the beaches and the nearby islands, the sight sending an odd pang through your heart.

Here, however, out on the pier in front of the beach villa you’ve made a temporary home, it’s calm. There’s not another soul in sight, no sound but the gentle lapping of waves and the rustle of the breeze blowing through the palm trees. 

You’ll take what peace you can get, even if it is at ridiculous hours of the morning. God knows you’re never blessed with it for long.

Just as you think it, and much like the proverbial devil summoned by a mere thought, an elated cry shatters the morning’s tranquillity. 

“Mama! Mama!!”

You have only moments to brace yourself – the tiny pattering of footsteps quickly approaching – before two little arms are thrown around you and Hatori buries his face against your shoulder. 

You’re supposed to smile. Turn to pull him into your arms, a flurry of sweet kisses while he giggles and kicks in response. 

Instead, you stare at the distant port, the cruise ship with its thousand windows. 

Five more minutes, you want to plead. Just five more minutes. 

But a warm laugh sounds, heavier footsteps following down the pier. “Careful, buddy. You’ve got to be gentle with your mama. You don’t wanna hurt the baby, do you?”

Little Hatori, clutching at your clothes, shakes his head, “Sorry, mama.”

When you can avoid it no longer, you tilt your head towards him, mustering up the required smile. “It’s alright,” you reassure him, smoothing down his windswept locks. “I’m not that fragile.” Though sometimes you feel it; big and bloated, unable to so much as bend over to tie your shoelaces. 

He beams at you, his eyes so much like his father’s.

The same father who leans down to press a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “We woke up and you weren’t there,” he says, voice deceptively mild as he settles beside you on the edge of the pier, pulling Hatori down to sit on his lap.

“I couldn’t sleep.” 

Which is the truth, technically. Between Tooru’s smothering embrace and the fetus the size of a small pumpkin rolling around and kicking your insides (with an apparent fondness for your bladder) a good night’s sleep has become somewhat of a rarity. 

And, because you feel his stare boring holes into your profile, you feel compelled to add, “It was stuffy inside, I wanted some fresh air.” He can’t fault you for that, can he?

Tooru hums. Uses the arm not holding Hatori to nudge you closer, curling it possessively around your pregnant belly.

“…I don’t like waking up without you.”

To Hatori, barely paying attention as it is, it probably sounds like the halfhearted grumblings of a husband hopelessly in love with his wife. You, who remember all too well the nights spent with the cold bite of metal around your wrist, know better. 

You say nothing, your head falling to rest on his shoulder, watching as the sun continues to rise over the ocean. 

—

“Mama, look! Crab! Crab!” 

Keeping his little hand in yours, Hatori crouches to study the rock pools. Sure enough, scuttling across the rock face a grumpy looking hermit crab avoids the toddler’s pointed finger. 

“It’s a hermit crab, buddy,” Tooru interjects, watching the two of you with what you can only describe as a fond expression. You used to find it endearing, sweet, even. Now, it earns a far less positive response –muscles tensing, discomfort sweeping through every vestige of your body.

But you shove that discomfort aside, doing your best to lean down, mindful of your pregnant belly to talk to the excited boy. 

“Did you know that hermit crabs change their shells? Mhm, when they find a new shell they like, they’ll all come out, line up, try it on and then swap with each other, biggest to smallest.”

Hatori stares up at you, mouth softly parted, eyes wide and wondrous – understanding little, spellbound all the same. 

“Though sometimes they think bottle caps and other rubbish are cool new shells and try to move into those too, which isn’t so good for them.”

Hatori’s a month shy of two and a half, and there’s three things that can hold his attention for hours at a time; the construction site across the street back home, the volleyball Tooru had given him on his first birthday, and the sound of your voice.

Tooru calls him a mama’s boy, looking thoroughly pleased each time he says it, much to your quiet dismay. 

The reality behind his son’s attachment isn’t nearly so touching. 

Hatori clings to you like a mother because you’re the only one he’s ever known. His own abandoned him, and Tooru’s never let anyone else get close. He adores the sound of your voice because there were days where for hours on end, he’d be the only company you had, and talking – even to a babbling infant – was the only thing that kept you from falling to pieces.

You’ve been tempted to resent him for it. 

After all, if you’d never taken that babysitting job, if he hadn’t become so attached – if his father hadn’t been so charming and besotted, and you so naive – perhaps you might’ve walked away. 

Maybe you’d be back home, in the midst of planning your next adventure to escape the boredom of day to day life.  

But Hatori’s innocent in this. 

A baby – well, toddler, now. One day he’ll be older, and perhaps he’ll begin to notice that mommy and daddy’s relationship isn’t like the ones his friends' parents share. That mommy isn’t allowed out of the house and daddy’s affection comes off a little strong. 

Until that day comes, though–

“Your mama’s a clever one, isn’t she, Ha’rii?”

The toddler nods, bright eyed and beaming, and Tooru winks. 

“C’mon, let’s go see the waterfalls.” 

He helps you back to your feet, grinning when you quietly – begrudgingly – murmur your thanks. Not one to let you off the hook so easily, Tooru taps the side of his cheek with a finger, an expectant gleam in those soft, brown eyes.

He wants a kiss.

Won’t move until you comply.

It shouldn’t be a big deal; he’s forced you into far more degrading positions, a simple kiss on the cheek shouldn’t faze you in the slightest. Certainly not when you’re six months pregnant with his kid. 

Such a small, inconsequential act of affection, and yet he takes great pleasure – judging from the wicked delight curling at his lips at your poorly concealed hesitation – in coercing those performances from you, and greedily reaping the rewards. 

Bastard.

Swallowing down the bitter taste in your mouth, you lift yourself up, arms encircling his neck – his own steadying your waist, stroking at your skin – to place a chaste, fleeting peck to his jaw. The bare minimum (you hope) that he’ll accept. 

At the last second, though, his head turns and your mouth instead meets his. His grin widens, smug and satisfied, deepening the kiss the moment you try to pull back.  

– you’ll play along for Hatori’s sake, even if it means losing pieces of yourself along the way. 

—

“I was thinking maybe we could head into town for dinner? I saw a few restaurants on the waterfront when we drove in that looked nice.” 

Back at the villa, Hatori down for his nap, it’s just the two of you alone in your bedroom. 

“O-or maybe tomorrow for brunch? Ha’rii might enjoy seeing all the fisherman and the boats and stuff…” you trail off, trying not to fidget the longer he stares.

Tooru smiles, perhaps a touch indulgently, walking over to where you sit on the edge of the bed. Slowly he drops his knees, presses a soft, languid kiss to each of your knees and one to your stomach – the baby rolling beneath the strangely reverent touch – caressing you like you’re made of glass.

It’s an effort not to shudder, even now. 

For someone in such a public arena, he’s remarkably adept at hiding the depth of his obsession. His sickness. Even around Hatori, he likes to play at being a normal father, a loving husband. 

But there’s no need for masks in the privacy of your bedroom. 

“Mm, but I have something special planned for tonight.”

You swallow, changing tracks, “What about breakfast, then?”

He pauses his ministrations, chin tilting to the side, “Why? You don’t want me to make you breakfast in bed?”

You can’t remember the last time you ate out, the last restaurant, or cafe, or bar that you actually sat down in–

“No! No, it’s not that, I only thought that it might be a nice change. We’re on vacation, right? You deserve a break, too. A-and the walk would be nice, a chance to see the sights and everything.” 

Your smile wavers as the seconds tick by. 

And then, all of a sudden, the tension breaks, Tooru chuckling with a fond shake of his head, 

“Silly girl.” He rises then, tilts your chin up to kiss you again. “Why don’t you lie down for a bit? It’s been a big day, we don’t want you over-exerting yourself. Or the baby.”

It’s never a suggestion with Tooru, and the door shuts with a quiet click that echoes throughout the room.

—

The three of you eat on the balcony overlooking the ocean. The food is amazing, of course. Not the sort of take-out you used to get back when you were living alone, with food piled high into cheap, plastic containers, presentation pushed aside in favour of ease of transport.

No, each plate is as beautiful as it is delicious, with artfully smeared sauces and garnishes arranged just so.

Idly, you wonder which restaurant he had prepare and deliver it, why you couldn’t have just saved them all the effort and gone to eat it in person at the restaurant itself. 

(Not that Tooru would ever allow that. How foolish of you to believe otherwise.)

There’s three courses, four if you include the bowl of bread and dips you’d started the meal with. Champagne (non-alcoholic, of course) and your favourite dessert, which your husband took great pleasure in feeding you while you sat unwittingly on his lap. 

It’s a fancy enough affair that you’d be tempted to believe that this was what Tooru had in mind when he’d told you that he’d had something special lined up for the evening.

You’re proven wrong, however, when you return to the bedroom after settling Hatori down to find a ribbon wrapped box set atop the bed.

“I bought you something,” your husband murmurs, coming up behind you to envelop you in another embrace. His lips ghost along the delicate line of your throat, brushing up against your pulse point. “Try it on for me?”

You force yourself to nod. 

The box itself carries no brand or name, yet the matte finish and flowing gold bow tied perfectly screams opulence. Your fingers tremble as they brush along the lid; it’s beautiful, undoubtedly high quality, but you’d sooner throw the box into the sea than open it.

Your stomach churns. 

“Thank you.”

Funny how such an innocent object can bring about such a visceral reaction. 

You barely register Tooru leaving. He likely wants this particular unveiling to be a surprise – a gift of his own to unwrap and enjoy – but you’re grateful for the privacy nonetheless. 

Slowly, you pull the ribbon loose and lift the lid, setting it aside. Laying carefully folded between layers of black tissue paper is a lingerie set, a blue lace babydoll with matching panties.

What else?

If it were jewellery, Tooru would’ve put it on you himself, taking the opportunity to gush over how beautiful you look, how he loves spoiling you, seeing you draped in precious metals and pretty diamonds.

You would’ve preferred jewellery. You would’ve preferred nothing. 

You’ve heard of husbands losing attraction to their wives during their pregnancy. Pregnancy glow may be a real thing, and your tits have gone up a full cup size, yet with the added weight gain, your baby bump and stretched skin, the puffy ankles and ugly marks around your stomach and breasts, there’s nothing sexy about this.

Far from being disgusted by it – by you – seeing you pregnant and swollen with his kid seems to have unlocked some insatiable desire within your husband. It’s a rare night that he keeps his hands to himself, this– this is just the cherry on top.

Numb fingers work at the buttons of your sundress, the fabric hitting the floor with a quiet thump. Your panties are next, kicked aside after shimmying them off. 

Mindlessly, you dress yourself in the pretty lingerie. 

And it’s fine, it’s fine until you make the mistake of looking in the mirror.

Seeing your reflection, bloated and fat, the grotesque roundness of your stomach, clad in scraps of fucking lace–

You’re hideous. Fat and ugly and hideous and horrifically pregnant. 

A sob claws its way up your throat, your legs giving way beneath you as you sink to the floor. You never wanted this, never asked for it. Kids were a part of the plan, yes – one day, maybe, when you found someone you loved and you were ready to settle down and start a family.

But this has been forced on you, like the ring on your finger, like the sweet boy sleeping down the hallway. You draw in a shuddering breath, curling in on yourself as much as your belly will allow. You’re disgusting. This baby – this innocent creature with no say in its creation – you’d rip it out of your stomach with your bare hands if you could.

You hate it, loathe this soul sucking little parasite feeding off of you, almost as much as you hate Tooru for putting it inside of you. 

Almost as much as you hate yourself, and this gross, jiggling body you had no say in.

Tears fall, anguished and heart-wrenching, the cries muffled by the back of your palm. And still, your cradle that disgusting bump. 

Time passes, you can’t say how much, but enough that Tooru’s impatience wins out. The door to the bedroom creaks open, and you hear the quiet, “Oh, baby,” as his footsteps approach.

You don’t look up as he wraps you in a tender embrace and kisses your hair, don’t acknowledge him all. You hiccup and cry, fat tears rolling down heated cheeks. 

“Stand up for me.”

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him–

“Baby,” a hint of a warning, now. 

Taking the offered arm, you shakily crawl to your feet, refusing to meet his eye. You feel exposed, vulnerable. He’s seen you naked more times than you care to count, but this is different. Every flaw, every ugly part of you on display beneath the ridiculous outfit he’s forced you into.

You’ve never felt less attractive in your life.

You want to curl up and disappear, for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You don’t want him looking at you as he is, lips softly parted, pupils dilated and simmering with desire. 

“Fuck, you look amazing.”

Even his voice is deeper than usual, thick and heady. You shiver with revulsion, but words are still beyond you. He tilts your chin up, wetness clinging to your lashes, trails of it running down your cheeks. He thumbs at the glistening droplets. Inhales sharply. Unsteadily. 

“So pretty for me,” he breathes. 

He kisses your lips then, surprisingly chaste. Cradles your face like it’s something precious, and that sick, disgusting feeling bubbles away inside of you. You can’t stand it; the feeling of his hands on you, the sickening love in his eyes, the unignorable evidence of his arousal pressing against your swollen middle. 

“Don’t–” your voice wobbles – a pathetic, miserable sound, “don’t touch me.”

He ignores you, as he usually does, reaching down to cup your swollen, tender breasts, squeezing them with an appreciative hum. “They’re getting bigger.”

“Please, Tooru,” you sniffle, hating that he’s brought you to this new low. “Please not tonight.”

You don’t have the energy to explain that it hurts. You’re sore and hormonal and revolted with yourself, and you can’t bear the thought of him touching you. Raping you.

Because that’s what this is, right?

There’s no use sugarcoating the truth. You might not kick and scream every time he fucks you, but that doesn’t make it a consensual act. He drugged you, stole you, raped you, kept you, and now he’s knocked you up and put a ring on your finger and he’s all that you have. Him and Hatori and the unborn, innocent child inside of you – they’re what’s left of your world.

And you can’t stand it.

“Don’t,” you choke out. 

The plea goes unheeded, capturing the hand that weakly swats at him and pressing his lips to your wrist, a heated smile curling at his lips. “Mm, but you look so good like this. Think I wanna keep you in it while I fuck you.”

“Hatori–”

“Is asleep. Now are you gonna lie back and let me take care of my lovely, pregnant wife, or are you going to keep being difficult?” his voice changes then, a hard edge where there wasn’t before. 

He’s never hurt you. Not really, nothing beyond a warning slap – with a fraction of the terrifying strength you know he’s capable of.

There was one night, though, when he’d come home to find Hatori screaming and you in a fit of tears, your nails broken and bloodied, that damnable lock around your ankle without so much as a scratch. He hadn’t hit you then, either, only picked up his son to calm him, his eyes fixed on you as he rocked the boy back to sleep.

It was only when Hatori was down once more, and your tears had dried that he came to sit beside you on the bed. He’d asked to see your ankle – the one you’d been so desperate to free.

The terror that gripped you then, watching as he rolled and flexed the delicate joint in his hands (the same hands you’d seen smash volleyballs with the force of a cannon going off) under the guise of studying your self inflicted damage, humming to himself all the while – it’s seared into you.

All it would take was a sharp twist to snap it, he’d barely break a sweat. As his eyes, a deep, dark brown, had met yours, he’d smiled at you. Like he knew exactly where your mind had jumped to, and wanted you to remember that feeling.

‘Are you going to behave, cutie?’

He wouldn’t dare risk anything that would hurt the baby, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a thousand other awful ways Tooru can express his dissatisfaction. 

You can’t help it though. Your hormones are swinging wildly out of control, the cracks inside of you fracturing like spiderwebs, and you shake your head, biting down on the pleas that threaten to undo you entirely.

And he sighs. “Baby, c’mon. Work with me here.”

You’re still crying when he ushers you back to lie on the bed, legs parted as he sinks down to his knees between them. 

Tooru’s always held a strange fixation with your thighs, noses lovingly at the smooth expanse of skin.

They’re trembling, goosebumps rising to the surface as the warmth of his breath tickles the plush softness there, and you can’t help the gasping breath you suck in through your teeth when his mouth follows suit, sucking a hot, languorous trail towards your panties. 

You try to dissociate, chest heaving, cheeks still wet from your tears. Your fingers clutch at the soft, white sheets beneath you while you stare at the ceiling fan above, lazily stirring the balmy summer night air. Anywhere but here. You can be anywhere but here if you close your eyes tight–

Tooru’s teeth nip sharply at your skin. Not hard enough to draw blood, mind you, only to pull your attention back where he wants it. That wicked, awful tongue of his is quick to soothe any hurt, though, laving at the abused flesh, a kiss pressed affectionately over the bite. Distracting you – almost – from the way he toys with the scrap of lace barely preserving your modesty. Fingers stroking and teasing at your folds.

He chuckles when you whine, your legs trying half heartedly to push him away. There’s no illusion of control here. Your husband wants, and so he’ll take. 

That’s how it’s always been, from the moment he decided, unbeknownst to you, that he wanted you. It’s the way it’ll always be. 

Tonight is just another reminder, hammering that message home.

“There’s my girl. Let me make you feel nice,” he purrs, squeezing at your hip when you shudder with another choked back sob. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

Nudging the seat of your panties aside, his hot mouth descends on your cunt without waiting for a response.

And you gasp, fingers tightening in the sheets. He’s in no rush, tasting your sex with a languid drag of his tongue. 

If there’s an art to eating you out, it’s one your husband has taken great efforts to master. 

It’s embarrassing how easily you fall apart under his ministrations. How your hips jerk when the pink muscle laps and strokes at your pussy, delving into your core in search of the spots he knows’ll drive you wild. The way your back arches, whole body tensing when he sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks at it with his tongue.

He brings you right to the brink, stroking himself through his shorts as your hips buck to meet his eager mouth. It’s easier to give in, to lose yourself to the pleasure he’s generous enough to bestow. And you feel it building, hot and burning, electric as it surges through your body.

More, more, more.

Every moan is dragged unwittingly from your lips, and they may as well be gold for how Tooru chases them. 

Your hands yearn to shove him off of you, to scrub the memory of his touch from your skin. Your fingers itch to grab him by his stupid hair and hold him in place so you can ride that dizzying pleasure forever. 

The tears fall quicker; you hate him, you hate him, you hate him and you hate yourself even more, but you don’t want him to stop, not when you’re so close. And the moment you begin to tip over the precipice, to hurtle over the edge with him– he pulls back to quickly rid himself of his clothes and wipe off the slick smeared across his jaw. 

It’s unfair, you think, how attractive he is.

Sun kissed, golden skin. Taut, well defined muscles. And that pretty face, so lovely for someone so utterly heartless. 

“Relax,” he laughs, naked now as he climbs onto the bed to settle between your thighs once more, “I said I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?”

Your cheeks burn, and childishly, you turn your face away.

“… I hate you.”

“No,” he denies, kissing your calf as he lifts it to rest upon his shoulder. “You love me. My pretty wife.”

And he fucks you gently, mindful of your swollen belly, and the baby. Takes his time stretching you out on his cock, slowly sinking into your warm, welcoming pussy, filling you to the brim with every roll of his hips.

“You love me,” he repeats, dark eyes greedily drinking down the sight of you in your pretty lingerie, pregnant with his baby.

Wholly his, and falling apart for him once more. 

“You love me,” fingers circling at your clit, the walls of your pussy tightening around his cock. 

You bite down on your bottom lip, desperate to keep yourself from giving him the satisfaction of hearing you cum.

“You love me,” he grunts. 

And you truly think he believes it.

—

Tooru snores lightly beside you, dead to the world.

At the end of the week this little vacation of yours – the babymoon, as your husband had jokingly dubbed it – would end, and you’d go back to San Juan. Life will return to normal; days spent trapped inside the villa, waiting for Tooru to come home from training, from his games, from press conferences and fancy, promotional events.

Maybe this time he’d take you with him. A breath of fresh air, a night out. You could play the role of loving wife well enough, right? For a few hours, at least.

And there’d be Hatori to take care of, and the baby due in a few months. Then Hatori’ll be a big brother. He’s likely too young to truly understand that, but he does perk up when the topic of his soon to be sibling comes up. He likes sitting in your lap and cuddling your middle – a move which admittedly has become slightly more challenging as the baby bump grows. 

You’d love them, love them both despite everything. And you’d be loved in turn. 

That’s the truth, isn’t it? Tooru couldn’t love you more if he tried. Warped and poisonous and all consuming, you’d suffocate under the weight of it, and he’d follow you even then.

There’s nothing for you back home, you haven’t spoken to your family in months. You’d had to beg for that privilege on your knees, the burn in your throat and the bruises on your knees sticking with you for days afterwards.

And he’d stood there while you spoke to them, arms folded across his chest, face pinched and unhappy, the timer on his phone counting down. They don’t know about the baby, and if Tooru has his way they’ll never meet her.

Their granddaughter. Niece. Cousin. You’ll never go home.

And as if he’s cognizant of the ache in your chest, your sleeping husband draws you closer, mumbles softly into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you.  

No, you’ll never have a home that wasn’t carved by his hands.

… But it isn’t just you that that’s true for anymore, is it? 

Tooru’s content with locking you away from the world like a dragon hoarding gold, why should his children be spared that possessive insanity?

Ha’rii’s young, still. So, so young, but it hasn’t slipped your notice that there’s never been any mention of daycare or playdates, you’re hardly able to take him to the park without Tooru getting all huffy. 

And your daughter (a girl, you’re having a baby girl), you can’t imagine he’ll loosen that leash for her. Kids need socialisation. They need friends.

They’ll suffer for it, this love of his. Your family. Your children. 

Rolling over – away from your husband’s oppressive hold – you stare out the window, the glittering lights of the distant port just barely visible. 

It’s so easy to be brave, daring, when you have nothing to lose, and a safety net regardless. Strength was never one of your defining traits to begin with. You broke so easily for him. So quickly. 

You gave up. 

Played with quiet resentment as if it were resistance, and now you’re nothing but a hollow, broken shell of the girl you used to be. 

There’s nothing waiting for you beyond the home he’s built for you. 

Your family haven’t heard from you in months, Tooru says that they’ve moved on. If they truly cared, they would’ve looked for you. Your uni friends have long since forgotten you. You dropped out. Disappeared off the proverbial face of the earth. It happens. 

You have nothing to your name – and even that he’s taken from you.

The crashing of waves outside the window calms your heart. In a few hours, it’ll be dawn. 

In a few days, you’ll return home to San Juan. In a few months, you’ll give birth to Tooru’s daughter, and that little girl will tie you to him for the rest of your lives far better than chains ever could.

Bit by bit, carefully as to not disturb him, you crawl out of bed. A wrinkle appears on your husband’s brow and he shifts with a grumble, subconsciously searching for the warmth you’ve taken with you. But he doesn’t stir, and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief.

Your clothes from yesterday lie forgotten on the floor, numbly, you slip them back on. 

No one else will want you, not now that you’re a mother, pregnant with his child. No one else could ever love you as much as he does. 

And you need him. You think that somewhere deep down, buried beneath the layers of bitterness and self loathing, you might even love him. 

He’s given you no other choice.

A steady inhale, and you glance back at his sleeping form once more. For all his faults – for all that he takes from you, greedy and demanding and wholly unrepentant – he does provide for you. You, Hatori, your daughter, you’d want for nothing.

(Nothing, except your freedom.)

It won’t be long before he notices your absence and wakes to seek you out, and so you silently pad from the room. 

Unlike his father, Hatori stirs when you push the door wide and step inside. “Mama?” his tired voice mumbles, eyes sluggishly blinking open.

You smile for him, reaching out to smooth down those pretty, dark curls of his. “Shh, go back to sleep, sweetheart,” and you kiss his forehead, pulling the blankets up to tuck him back in. “Mama loves you, remember that.”

He’s fast asleep by the time you reach the doorway.

You have nowhere to go. No money. No passport. No way back home and no guarantee that anybody’s waiting for you there, anyway. 

He loves you. More than anyone. More than anything. You’ll never be cared for and adored like you are when you’re with him. 

You need him.

… Your daughter needs you more, and it’s that thought alone that spurs you onwards. 

There’s some cash in Tooru’s wallet that you slip into your bra, a jacket of his that you pull around your shoulders. 

A little ways down the shore, the port is beginning to wake.

[annoyangle]

BOY AND I THOUGHT I WAS DIONARAP BUT WHOO DID I JUST SEE ANOTHER ME OPENLY ACCUSE THAT BIG PINK FRAUD OF BEING A BIG PINK FRAUD?!

NOW THAT'S A ME WITH PIZZAZZ! WHY, EVEN A ME YOU CAN TRUST! STRAIGHT SHOOTER WITH UPPER MANAGEMENT POTENTIAL WRITTEN ALL OVER! YOU SHOULD ALL GO ASK THAT GUY A TON OF QUESTIONS RIGHT AWAY! AFTER ALL, WE CAN'T GO STOD EHT TCENNOC ON THE BIG PINK JERK'S UNRIVALED CONTROL OVER REALITY OR ANYTHING, RIGHT? HOW DARE WE TINY """""LITTLE PEOPLE""""" CHALLENGE THE BORED SPACE WHALE THAT LAZILY WADDLES AROUND IN THE SLIPSTREAM OF TIME AND SPACE DOING NOTHING TO HELP ANYONE OR ANYTHING!!

[baguettelord]

Journeys in 2007

Y'all a friend of mine found some archived version of an old fanfic forum I was on in 2007 and I just need to share the entire EXPERIENCE that was re-reading fanfics I wrote at age 12.

I did not even have the internet at home until the year after, which means I was posting them from my school.

Come with me on this cringeful journey of Stargate Atlantis nerdism.

This response to a review: "thanx! ur mi 4th reviewer! u rok! i haven\'t red N E of urs, but i wil!" (seriously wtaf)

"we hat your guts"

"I never used to be a good person", she explained. (LMFAO??)

A scene with John spinning on a desk chair faster and faster while debating with Rodney and Radek whether the insane looking pink-afro super-powered terrible OC was attractive.

John getting shrunk by ancient tech, being sneezed on, washing the snot off in Ronon's glass of water, falling in tomato sauce, throwing crumbs at people.

In that same fic, trashing Weir's desk, running across Rodney's laptop keyboard writing swearwords while bored.

A spicy scene between Carson and the crazy OC character who had zero foundation of any kind of relationship or chemistry, but which was surprisingly one of the least cringe things my 12 year old brain came up with

Carson putting his hand over Rodney's mouth to shut him up and Rodney licking him - in the middle of a debriefing.

Going to a random planet in search of an unshrinking device for John, interrupting a wraith attack, helping an injured person lying in the road when a RANDOM man with crackhead NPC energy runs out of an alleyway, conks Carson on the head with a frypan, knocking him out and then runs off - and then the team including the smitten OC character leave unconscious Carson in the middle of the road to follow the sound of a crying baby????? WHAT ??? LOL???

"galleons of water"

Michael the wraith with mind reading abilities that can sense ancients for no explicable reason, and sensing that there's a romantic attachment between Carson and random OC. For no plot reasons whatsoever. It is never explained.

Pink hair OC then summonS GHOSTS TO FIGHT HIM? ?? ???

The ghosts kill him.

Then LUCIUS LAVIN APPEARS FROM BEHIND A TREE AND STARTS HITTING ON EVERYONE

There is no explanation for this - he is just there.

"I'm mentally linked to all nearby people with the ancient gene, so if I die, you all will die too." followed immediately by "SHOOT AT ME, ITS THE ONLY WAY" ????????????????????????????????what

This same character (pink haired OC) flying a puddle jumper directly up into the air, opening the hatch, backflipping out, landing on the roof of another puddle jumper and then remote detonating the original one in a kamikaze esque attack that somehow chain reactions into blowing up 5 hive ships.

Everyone fainting aLL THE TIME? Seriously I counted 5 people getting knocked out and at least a dozen faining from exhaustion / heat stroke / illness / etc. OVER FOUR FANFIC. JUST FOUR.

The worst part is that this is over 4 fics and is a REWRITE of the first ever fanfic I wrote. The original had an ABBA song for every chapter (I now cannot un-associate ABBA and Stargate Atlantis - thanks brain), the OC played the violin, could teleport, could turn into a horse sized hot pink space snow leopard that laid eggs, and also involved at some point a random series of inexplicable crossovers with Star Wars, Star Trek and Back To The Future. For no reason. Literally none.

I also wrote a couple of fic prompt / challenges which were kinda crazy

John wants to learn to surf and then Rodney gets captured by whales

Love triangle between Carson, Cadman and an OC.

Ancient device zaps everyone into being children and they have to travel the earth to meet up and figure out how to undo it.

I cry laughed tonight from this rediscovery. I have no idea what I was on at age 12 but apparently I thought it was a good time??

No wonder everyone thought I was weird LOL

[upwards-descent]

Their Gothic Romance pt. 1

Aspergillus moved like a shadow, skirting the edges of lamplight as he made his way towards the cemetery. He felt high, like he always did in anticipation of another experiment. The Tome of Death had given him a massive advantage. He'd gone from resuscitating flies and worms to resurrecting his first proper creature; a little field mouse. It hadn't survived long after that but progress was progress.

The cemetery, thankfully, had its back to the woods which no local dared approach this late at night. Everyone would be asleep, nice and cozy in their beds. 

Aspergillus vaulted over the wooden fence, hitting the soft dirt in silence. He swept up around the edge, speed-reading every headstone, searching desperately for a body that may still be warm. Damn. A lot of these were shoddily done. It was to be expected, he supposed, for a little village in rural Romania. This wasn't Munich or London or St. Petersburg, this was a town surely no one a mile out of the way had even heard of.

"Aha!"

Asper bent down and summoned a small orb of light, using it to illuminate the grave at his feet. The inscription was for this year, 1934, and just a week ago. Perfect.

Before he could lay his palm against the soil, a noise had his ears perking up. Asper shot upright and whipped around. Hopefully it'd just been a bird or something.

"Oh. Hello."

Asper whipped around again and staggered back. Looming behind him like an obelisk of flesh was a man holding a lantern. He was enormous! Granted, Asper was quite small for his age but he knew in his heart that this person was a behemoth. His ears were big and stuck out to the side, his eyes small and beady but not unkind. He wore a dopey smile on his face and his voice was low yet not at all commanding. Asper assumed a whale disguised as a man would appear like this fellow.

"Who the hell are you?!" Asper demanded. He unsheathed his dagger and leveled it at the stranger's gut. "I'll carve you like a roast bird!"

"Hi," He echoed with a slow grin. "You're that guy people don't like seeing around here."

"Perhaps I am," Asper jabbed with the dagger but maintained the foot or two of distance between them. "What's it to you, huh?"

"I'm Franklin," Good lord, he sounded mentally challenged, like a big dumb baby. "My papa owns this cemetery. I help."

Asper lowered his weapon and looked up at Franklin in bewilderment. This was the gravekeeper's son? He didn't even know the gravekeeper had a son. How did you even hide the existence of a son so massive?

"I take it you've come to kick me out, then, eh?" Asper drawled.

To his shock, Franklin shook his head.

"Nope. Came to help," He raised his other hand as Asper finally noticed he was wielding a shovel. It looked like a trowel in his meaty fist. "You're small. Thought you'd want help."

This character was certainly full of surprises. Asper gave him a good look over. His clothes were patchwork but Asper assumed it was because clothes didn't come in his size so something had to be sewn slapdash to fit him. Despite his career, he smelled faintly of herbs, assumedly to cover up the smell of cadavers. Clever. 

"Why...?" Asper asked slowly. "You wanna help... Me? Everyone in town either hates me or pretends I don't exist. And... You, the gravekeeper's son... Wanna help me exhume bodies?"

Franklin seemed to think for a long moment. Asper worried he'd fallen asleep, standing and with his eyes open.

"... We are... Same," Franklin gestured with his fingers pointed at his chest. "People... Don't like me. Afraid. Disgusted. And..."

He then pointed one finger at Asper, reaching out to delicately tip his chin upward. Despite his bulk, Franklin seemed to have a solid grasp on reeling in his strength.

"You are very cute. Wanna help."

Asper flushed, his pallid cheeks turning pink in the low light. Wow. Huh. Intriguing. He peered up at Franklin, watching him, soaking in the very innocent expression on his face. The gravekeeper smiled even wider.

"... Okay, Franklin. I'll take your help. Thank you," Asper pointed at the grave between them. "I need this guy out. I'm studying the rate of decomposition in different environments and then I'm planning on making my first attempt at resurrecting a human. Could you make sure he comes out in one piece?"

"Hm," Franklin scratched at his jaw. "Bad idea."

"Bad idea?!"

"This guy," Franklin squatted down and patted the dirt like he was petting a dog. "Very sick when he died. Might... Mess things up. Better guy down two and up five. Died a month ago from falling on an axe."

Asper twisted around. Down two, up five? His eyes went wide. Franklin seemed to have every grave memorized and he could chart them out like a grid. Very impressive. The novice necromancer nodded and tapped his chin with a smile. 

"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Franklin."

"Yay."

[grizzlyofthesea]

I have a dumb idea.

Buzzfeed has AI quizzes now (AI is everywhere now for some reason), and this one caught my eye since I've always loved mermaids. And then I thought to relate it back to TMNT, because of course. I decided to take the quiz once for myself in character as Regiomontanus, once for each of the turtles, and once for April. These results may not be the most reliable out there, and the names are a little wacky since the quiz is likely assuming female takers, but it was fun. Here's what I got.

April

My mermaid name is Aprilla and my tail is a beautiful turquoise color, with tiny sparkles covering my fin. My sidekick is a Bottlenose Dolphin named Duke, who guides me all around the ocean. The city I live in is Coral Reef; it is home to dolphins, whales, and a variety of colorful fish. Every day I swim to all the different coral caves and explore the depths of the ocean. I enjoy swimming with the dolphins and playing tag among the sea stars. I also love talking to the mermaids and learning new magical tricks in our underwater kingdom.

Gio

My mermaid name is Regeo. My tail is a deep teal with streaks of bright pinks and oranges, shimmering and sparkling in the sunlit depths of the ocean. My sidekick is a brightly patterned Moorish Idol named Glitter. Together, we explore the wonders of the seafloor, from sunlit coral gardens to dark and mysterious trenches. From time to time, we visit the underwater city of Callemon, my home. There, I pass the time catching and trading seashells with fellow mermaids, racing through fields of swaying seaweed and zipping around the city on our scaly friends, sharing stories and secrets with friends old and new.

Raph

My life as a mermaid, Raphaelia, is filled with enchantment. My tail is a shimmering turquoise, with vibrant pink and orange scales along the upper half. I thrive in the underwater city of Nassquah, where I have many friends and adventures. My closest companion is a playful angelfish named Finn. We spend our days exploring sunken shipwrecks, swimming with dolphins, learning magical new spells, and chasing rainbows of color through vibrantly-hued coral reefs. We also love helping to protect our beautiful aquatic homes from pollution and fishing nets. In Nassquah, I'm never bored—my life is a continuous magical journey!

Leo

My mermaid name is Leonida and my tail is a majestic white and light blue combo that shimmers in the sun. My sidekick is a Nemo-like clownfish named Antonia. We regularly explore the ocean on whimsical journeys filled with exciting adventures. We usually return to our underwater city, Corallian, which is a small but vibrant town located in the depths of the Atlantic. During our time in Corallian, I often enjoy making music with my dolphin friends, searching for sunken treasure, and swimming in the shipwrecks littered in the bay.

Donnie

My mermaid name is Donatella, and my tail is a glittering turquoise and emerald mermaid tail with pearl scales. I live in the underwater city of Neptune Bay, which is home to a multitude of marine life. My sidekick is Pebbles, a small yellow and blue striped fish. In Neptune Bay, I enjoy swimming with dolphins and exploring the coral reefs. I have a number of mermaid friends and we often have singing contests with the fish and dolphins. Each night, I rest on a bed of white sand and gaze up at the twinkling stars. Life as a mermaid is liberating and I couldn't be happier.

Mikey

My name as a mermaid is Michelamar, and my tail is shimmering aquamarine with golden accents. I reside in the beautiful city of Atlanina, located on the seafloor, which is bustling with life and activity. My sidekick is Coralessa, a cheerful clownfish who loves to follow me around. I spend my days swimming around the many coral reefs, exploring the vast ocean and playing with the other fish. I often like to gather with other merfolk in the city and socialize, competing in various mermaid challenges such as tail races and pearl hunting. Other activities I enjoy are creating stunning sand sculptures and gazing at the starfish.

No kidding, I'm thinking of making an AU out of this. I may change some design details, too (because 5 out of 6 characters having blue-green tails is kind of lame), but merturtles is such a silly concept, I can't help but love it and want to make it a thing.

What do you guys think?

[detailsofme]

It’s strange how one of the best years can also be the most challenging. This year, I was brave and started living the life I want to live. I had phenomenal, new experiences. I watched Orca Whales and stared up in awe at the aurora borealis. I dyed the ends of my hair pink and got my second ear lobe piercing.

While I experienced wonderful things, I can’t help that the emotions that stick out to me from 2022 are sadness, loneliness, shame, anxiety, and uncertainty. I’m trying to not let the pain override the joy but it’s hard when I don’t feel like anything I do is enough. I’m working towards being who I want to be but the journey will be long and hard. And honestly, I don’t really believe yet that I can do it. But I know it’ll be worth it.

I’m proud of the glimpses I saw of myself in 2022. I’m trying to take time to let my accomplishments really sink in because I deserve that. Here’s to 2023. To being brave, working towards a fulfilling life, and remembering to stop and celebrate every win from small to big.

[arcticshorex1]

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[doubleddenden]

Regional specific pokemon (types and order not yet decided, can change on a whim)

huge list under cut. Just a list, no names either, just mainly ideas for me to reference later

Main Dex: Gulrimi? Sorigul? I'm thinking Sorigul as the Tauraro rename. Anyway, the region is the Gulf Coast of the USA, ranging from MS, Louisiana, a small portion of Texas, Alabama, and Florida. The dex is meant to be representative of the culture of my area while taking into account personal favorites AND other animals commonly found here. A LOT are found in my own yard, actually. The main outliers are the starters, which are to be a bit weird as they are both aliens from outer space and aliens from the region itself. The map itself would be based on the gulf coast tastes but upside down and with various exagerations, reimaginings, or redesigns, and you'd be able to go to a gym of each and every type- only requiring 2 mandatory gyms to beat (your first being Normal and your last being mixed). Story is a mixture of a gym challenge, stopping the evil team, aliens, temples, and other mysteries. You and your best friend are ordinary kids about to graduate from school, and you both promised each other years ago that one of you would become the champion to put your home town on the map. What should have been a fun adventure through several sub regions turns into a series of conspiracies as you work to uncover a plot from an evil team seeking to retake the region after failing to establish their regime years ago and after their "champion" lost, aliens invading, the re-emergence of long lost temples and ruins, portals opening to strange places, and drama, drama, drama. From farm kid to the hope of the world, can you save the home and friends you love dearly?

Names and types not decided yet, but the ideas are here.

Grass

Grass steel

Grass steel- probably rhinoceros beetle

Fire

Fire

Fire fairy- either a flaming bat or a leopard frog with a cheetah's body plan

Water

Water

Water dragon- either a blue sea dragon and sea bunny combo or some sort of crab. Unsure yet

Wasp baby

Wasp nest

Red wasp

Dirt dobber wasp

Yellow jacket wasp

Bird

Bird

Bird

Chihuahua (3 variants)

Raccoon

Raccoon 2

Psychic cat ringtail

Psychic cat 2

Psychic cat 3

Cotton mouth

Cotton mouth 2

Cotton mouth 3

Possum (plus schooling form)

Box turtle

Box turtle

Box turtle

Pup

Ice pup

Electric pup

Fighting pup

Shrimp

Crayfish

Lobster

Dragon baby

Steel dragon

Fighting dragon

Ghost dragon

Lab puppy

Water lab

Goldie puppy

Fire golden retriever

Crane bird

Teacup pig

Pink Pig

Fairy flying domesticated pig

Mud pig

Wild boar

Deer

Deer 2

Deer 3

Catfish

Tiger shark

Brahma bull 1

Bull 2

Mule

Chick in an egg

Chicken fire flying

Chicken fighting flying

Chicken dark flying

Beagle

Fire ant 1

Fire ant 2

Spider lily 1

Spider lily 2

Fire rock fossil 1

Fossil 2

Triceratops fossil 1

2

Sky whale fossil

Fire dragon 1

Fire dragon 2

Fire dragon 3

Wood waifu 1

2

3

Rv tortoise

Garden snake

Field mouse

Field rat

Chipmunk

Bulldog 1 mascot

2

Eagle 1 mecha mascot

2

Black bear 1 mascot

Black bear 2

Tiger 1 mecha mascot

2

Elephant 1 mecha mascot

2

Wolf mecha 1 mascot

2

Gator 1 mascot

Gator 2

Dolphin 1 mascot

Orca 2

Bobcat 1

Cougar 2a mascot

Panther 2b mascot

Blue gaucus 1 or crab guy 1

2

3

Moth

Moth 2

Fire fly

Fire fly 2

Frog

Bull frog 2

Cow ant 1

Cow ant 2

Horse fly 1

Horse fly 2

Wolf spider 1

Wolf spider 2

Wolf spider 3

Bees and swarming form

Worm

Worm 2

Alaskam bull worm 3

Porcupine 1

Porc2

Duckling 1

Duck 2 a flying water

Duck 2 b dark water

Rattle snake

Hamster

Atv 3 wheel

Atv 4 wheel bull

Sax monster

Drum monster

Fox fighter 1 evolves via armor section

Mail carrier bug

Forest Dino 1

2

3 with mushrooms

Mosquito 1

2

3

Drill 1

2

3

Pika clone

Rabbit

Jackelope 2

Flying jackelope 3

Armadillo 1

2

Rocket bird

Electric steel cyber guy

2

3

Alien monster pseudo legendary 1

2

3

Ghost dark pseudo legendary 1

2

3

Rougarou of the bayou

Big foot

River mermaid

Drakameha

Calistaris

Titanigon

Dragon mom

Regional Variants, convergents, and cross Gen evos

Rookidee

Corvisquire

Corvilich rock flying

Growlithe water

Arcanine water ice

Phanby fire ground

Donphan

Monster truck elephant

Hoothoot ice flying

Noctowl ice psychic

Mudbray

Mudsdale grass dark

Ponyta fairy flying

Rapidash

Regional eevee

Ghost

Poison

Steel

Dragon

Bug

Normal

Pichu

Pikachu

Raichu dark

Fossil lapras convergent 1

2

Ground steel chikorita

Bayleef

Meganium

Electric psychic cyndaquil

Quilava

Typhlosion

Fighting ice totodile

Croconaw

Feraligatr

Fire ground bulbasaur

Ivysaur

Venusaur

Water poison charmander

Charmeleon

Charizard (Geyzard)

Grass squirtle 1

Wartortle

Fairy blastoise

Rock treeko

Grovyle

Rock ice sceptile stego

Poison torchic

Combusken

Poison flying blaziken

Ghost mudkip

Marshtomp

Swampert

Dragon snivy

Dragon flying Servine

Serperior

Ice ghost tepig

Pignite

Emboar

Fighting oshawott

Fighting steel Dewott

Samurott

Rowlet

Dartrix

Decidueye

Shared Heracross and Pinsir pre evo

Heracross

Pinsir (armor evo shared)

Dratini

Dragonair

Dragon/Fairy Dragonite

Yanma bug flying

Yanmega bug steel

Meowth rock

Persian rock cougar

Evo rock

Scyther bug dragon

Incyzor bug rock

Lazor bug electric

Magikarp ghost

Gyarados ghost/rock

Cyclizar pre evo

Cyclizar

Cyclizar MODERN motorcycle evo, Dragon/Steel, black harley

Varoom

Revavroom

Tractor Revavroom evo

Whimpod fire/bug

Golisopod fire/bug

dark fighting Mankey

primeape

regional fighting ralts

kirlia

regional female exclusive fighting steel evo

Tauros, Miltank, and Bouffalant preevo

Tauros

Miltank

Bouffalant

Ghost Steel Riolu

Lucario

Fire Electric Zorua

Zoroark

Sunkern

Sunflora

Sunflora evolution Grass/Fire

Salandit ice/electric

Male Salandit exclusive evo

Fairy Flying Zubat

Golbat

Globat cross regional evo

Returning non special Pokemon- as in non armor evolving, non regional variant, and non cross gen evolving of any kind in the main story.

Deerling

Sawsbuck

Spoink

Grumpig

Swinub

Piloswine

Mamoswine

Pidgey

Pidgeotto

Pidgeot

Orthworm

LeChonk

Oinkologne

Aron

Lairon

Aggron

Shroomish

Breloom

Paras

Parasect

Foongus

Amoongus

Morelull

Shiinotic

Blipbug

Dottler

Orbeetle

Ledyba

Ledian

Poliwag

Poliwhirl

Poliwrath

Politoed

Tympole

Palpitoad

Seismitoad

Croagunk

Toxicroak

Tadbulb

Bellibolt

Mareep

Flaafy

Ampharos

Wooloo

Dubwool

Cottonee

Whimsicott

Vullaby

Mandibuzz

Rufflet

Braviary

Ekans

Arbok

Seviper

Wurmple

Silcoon

Beautifly

Cascoon

Dustox

Caterpie

Metapod

Butterfree

Weedle

Kakuna

Beedril

Trubbish

Garbodor

Grimer

Muk

Koffing

Weezing

Feebas

Milotic

Wooper

Quagsire

Chewtle

Drednaw

Lotad

Lombre

Ludicolo

Mantyke

Mantine

Finizen

Palafin

Ghastly

Haunter

Gengar

Shellos

Gastrodon

Goomy

Sliggo (hisuian)

Goodra (hisuian, it just works somehow)

Phantump

Trevenent

Pumpkaboo

Gourgeist

Lilipup

Herdier

Stoutland

Houndour

Houndoom

Eelektrike

Manectric

Rockruff

Lycanroc

Glameow

Purrugly

Skitty

Delcatty

Murkrow

Honchkrow

Misdreavus

Mismagius

Flabebe

Floette

Florges

Cleffa

Clefairy

Clefable

Igglybuff

Jigglypuff

Wigglytuff

Bunneary

Lopunny

Bunnelby

Diggersby

Drillbur

Excadrill

Barboach

Whiscash

Basculine

Basculegion

Staryu

Starmie

Bidoof

Bibarel

Rattata

Ratticate

Sentret

Furret

Applin

Flapple

Appletun

Dipplin

Hydrapple

Stantler

Wyrdeer

Woobat

Swoobat

Farfetch'd

Armor evos- This region's gimmick. Pokemon can be given a fragment of armor to soft "evolve" into a new form that any of the line can access, and it can be undone to go back to the older form. While Armor Evolved, no EXP is gained until disengaged, and the states are basically redistributed from the BST of either its current evolved form or the next in line. While Armor Evolved, the Pokemon can learn moves based on the new types gained via TM or what it would have learned via that level (can be relearned). When disengaged, the moves are forgotten. Based on Armor Digivolving in case it's not obvious. Example: Pichu, Pikachu, and Raichu can all evolve into the same Armor Evolutions. If Pichu, it has Pikachu's BST, if Pikachu, Raichu's. Raichu's remains the same. With the exception of the COSMIC armors, which is a story locked armor, all the armors have the same BST as their strongest forms. It's not quite Mega or regular evolving so much as it is a new form.

Grass/bug Hercules beetle

Steel/bug rhino armor knight

Grass/COSMIC golden armor

Fire/Poison bipedal cheetah frog with a horn

Fairy/poison frog mage

Fire/COSMIC golden armor

Water/ice

Dragon/ice

Water/COSMIC

Rolycoly fire rock train snake

Shared Heracross and Pinsir armor evolution, bug/steel

Corvimage grass/flying

Pikachu armor 1: Denkichu Electric/Steel

Armor 2: flying jetpack robo guy, electric flying

Armor 3: gorochu, electric/dragon

Kirin horse, Fairy Fire

Kelpy horse Grass Water

Fighting centaur

Armored dragonair evo, dragon

Ice fighting fox

Fire fighting fox

Mewtwo armor 1 psychic/dark

Mewtwo 2 psychic/steel- Both only found after finding a hidden Rocket base in the middle of nowhere.

Dlc: Parts 1 and 2 can be completed in any order, but you should do all of part 1 in one sitting and 2 in another, and both can be completed before the main story, although it is reccomended you do both after. 3 can only be unlocked after beating the main story and both prior DLC's, and the final part after all the above. During each part, it is reccomended that you start with a new team- in part 3, it is mandatory. You should pick a starter and catch a team as if you're exploring a new region, although they will be sort of a "diet" region equivalent like Kitakami or Blueberry Academy.

Pt 1: Japanese abroad: a region loosely based on a reimagined areas maybe already represented in the games, such as Shibuya, Tokyo, Kyoto, and various shrines, forests, rivers, and even a beach. Can be reached as soon as you earn your 8th badge. Meant to be a summer abroad type program where you're being shown artificial armors and investigating traces of alien presences. You're given tickets to come with your rival and his girlfriend after they received one too many. Starters are 2 stage callbacks to the supposed concepts of the Kanto starters- similar in a way to how Unova did Golem/Gigalith, Sawk and Throh/Hitmonchan/lee, etc. Each area will have its own sizeable dex of new and old Pokemon. Below will simply be the newer ones.

Tree frog 1

2

Fire lizard 1

2

Sea turtle 1

2

Robo dog 1

2

3

Ancient Shiba line 1

2

3

Kaiju pseudo legendary dino 1

2

3

Kaiju moth pseudo legendary 1

2

3

Rotom drone

Cleffa ghost psychic

Clefairy ghost psychic

Clefable ghost psychic

Ghastly Fairy electric

Haunter Fairy electric

Gengar Fairy electric

Solar eclipse wolf legendary

Lunar eclipse orochi legendary

Chishio (evolution mythical)

Armor for og Meganium line- Grass/rock stego

Typhlosion- wolf-like fire/fairy

Flying mecha gator serpent for feraligatr line water/steel

Tyranitar armor evo

Hydreigon armor evo

Volcarona armor evo

DLC 2: Bahamas based area off the north east coast of the region. Meant to be a summer getaway for you to relax and unwind, but things get trippy when ships and people go missing in the night, and the stories and sightings of some sort of monster deeper in the sea attracts attention. Aliens, perhaps. The area is also just a taste and not representative of the full potential of a fully fledged Bahamas based region. Starters are based on common animals one could find on a Beach or ocean based region, and indicative of its soon to be full regional status. more will be added eventually, dex will be a mix of land animals with the abundant sea life or otherwise.

Grass beach pig

2

3

flashy fire bird

2

3

water slug

2

3

normal iguana

Flamigo

Flamigo evo

lion fish convergent shinx

lion fish evo luxio

lion fish evo luxray poison/dark

chatot

chatot evo

literal parrot fish psychic/grass

2

3

Rock Krabby

Rock Kingler

Lilzuli lapras pre evo

Regional Lapras water/Psychic

Elgyem

Beeheeyem

HR Giger ALIENS inspired evo Psychic/Dark

regional carvanha water/dragon

regional sharpedo

cross convergent species garchomp/SHARchomp water/dragon

ghost ship sea dragon dlc legendary

convergent luxray line armor evo

convergent garchomp/sharpedo line armor evo

DLC 3: Legends: Yesterday Interference The bad guy you once fought and beat at this point decides that if he can't conquer the region in THIS era, he'll simply do it in the past with the help of his ancestor. You follow him to Sorigul roughly 200 years in the past with the help of a strange Celebi, in the midst of the war that almost tore the region apart long ago. Starters are Chespin, Fuecoco, and Sobble, based on how the southern US had a large hand from France and Spain in being colonized as well as Britain. All three receive new evolutions after their base forms.

Chespin

new evo 1

Grass/rock Pangolin 2

Fuecoco

new evo 1

Fire/fairy butterfly gator 2

Sobble

new evo 1

fixed giant cool water lizard guy 2

Munchlax

Snorlax ice

Dodolo

regional Doduo

Regional Dodrio

Woobat

Swoobat

Swoobat psychic/dark evo

Durant

Durant evolution swarm

Heatmor

Heatmor flaming spikes evo

Clauncher

Klawitzer

Klawitzer cannon armada evo

Regional Remoraid

Regional Octillery, both based on old weapons

Phantump

Trevenent

Haunted forest with eyes glaring evolution

Murkrow

Honchkrow

Convergent Gmax Corviknight style evolution to Honchkrow, summons a horde of crows around it

Teddiursa regional

Ursaring

Headless horse duo a

Headless horse duo b

Pumpkin headed Calyrex convergent legendary (can merge with one of the two)

Pascagoula River Monster

Piasa bird

Alien convergent Xerneas, the nightmare and darkness of nature

Alien convergent Yveltal, the mercy of death for the deathless

Alien convergent Zygarde, sends drones across the land to take it over

Forbidden alien dragon, created on the spot with DNA from the above

Tribal Celebi

Paradox Celebi Past

Paradox Celebi Future

Armor form Chespin line, becomes gigantic echidna with cannon spikes

Armor form Fuecoco line, becomes gallopping armored gator

Armor form Sobble line, becomes armored sea serpent

Armored COSMIC Alien Dragon

Final Story: Only unlocked after completing everything else.

World Turtle Mythical the size of the moon crashing down

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Sky High Adventures with Felicity the Flying Fox

In the vast expanse of the sky, where the clouds drift lazily and the sun casts a warm glow, lived a daring flying fox named Felicity. Felicity was known for her adventurous spirit and her unparalleled flying skills. Every day, she would soar through the skies, exploring new horizons and discovering hidden wonders.

One crisp morning, as the first light of dawn painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, Felicity decided to embark on a grand adventure. She had heard tales of a mysterious floating island high above the clouds, said to be a place of extraordinary beauty and magic. Eager to see it for herself, Felicity took off from her home in the lush treetops of the rainforest.

As Felicity flew through the sky, she encountered various aerial creatures. Her first stop was at the edge of a high mountain where she met Gilda the Golden Eagle. Gilda was known for her sharp vision and wisdom. “Good morning, Felicity,” Gilda called out as she glided beside her. “Where are you heading?”

“I’m on a quest to find the floating island that’s said to be hidden in the sky,” Felicity replied with excitement. “Have you heard of it?”

Gilda’s eyes sparkled with recognition. “I have indeed. The floating island is a remarkable place. But be cautious—navigating the skies can be challenging, and the island is surrounded by thick mist.”

Felicity thanked Gilda for the advice and continued her journey. As she flew further, she encountered Nimbus the Cloud Whale, who was gently drifting through the fluffy clouds. Nimbus was known for his friendly demeanor and deep knowledge of the sky. “Hello, Felicity! You seem determined. What’s your destination?” Nimbus inquired.

“I’m searching for the floating island that’s said to be in the sky,” Felicity explained. “I’ve heard it’s a magical place.”

Nimbus nodded thoughtfully. “The floating island is indeed magical. The mist surrounding it is a sign of its enchantment. To find it, you must trust your instincts and stay focused.”

With Nimbus’s guidance, Felicity pressed on. The journey was not without its challenges. She navigated through strong winds and thick layers of mist that obscured her vision. At times, she felt disoriented, but she remembered the stories she had heard from other flying creatures about perseverance and bravery.

One story that particularly resonated with Felicity was The Greedy Dog Story for Kids. This tale taught her the importance of generosity and the perils of greed. Felicity realized that her journey was not just about finding the island but also about embodying the virtues of selflessness and courage.

As Felicity continued her flight, the mist began to clear, revealing a breathtaking sight. The floating island emerged from the clouds, bathed in golden light. It was a lush, verdant paradise with cascading waterfalls and vibrant flowers that seemed to dance in the breeze. Felicity’s heart swelled with joy as she took in the beauty of the island.

On the island, Felicity met a wise old owl named Orin, who had lived there for many years. “Welcome, Felicity,” Orin greeted her warmly. “You have shown great determination and bravery to find this place. The floating island is a haven for those who seek beauty and wisdom.”

Orin shared stories about the island’s history and the importance of maintaining harmony with nature. He spoke of how the island was a place of learning and reflection, where creatures from all over the sky came to gain wisdom and insight.

Before leaving, Felicity remembered another story that highlighted the power of friendship and mutual support. The Lion and Mouse Story came to mind, a tale about how even the smallest acts of kindness can have significant impacts. This story reminded her of the value of helping others and building strong relationships.

With Orin’s blessings and a heart full of new insights, Felicity flew back home. She was eager to share her experiences and the wisdom she had gained with her friends and fellow creatures in the rainforest.

As Felicity soared through the sky, she felt a profound sense of accomplishment. Her adventure had not only led her to a magical place but also taught her valuable lessons about generosity, perseverance, and the importance of supporting one another. With each flap of her wings, Felicity carried these lessons with her, ready to face new challenges and inspire those around her.