#sky centric

[lunawolfiefoxy]

Here you go my children I'm so glad I found this, I lost it earlier

@birb-boyo @s0lar1ss @hotcheetohatredwastaken @needfantasticstories

They were lost. Incredibly lost. Or so Warriors said. Sky tried to console the worried captain as he paced the room they were currently in. The door was locked, and even Wild couldn't climb up to the hole they'd all jumped down to get into this room.

"We're all gonna starve to death! This is your fault Legend!" Warriors shouted, glaring at the red clad hero who was wringing his hat nervously.

"My fault!? How is this MY fault!?"

"You were the one who said 'why don't we jump down!? Maybe there's something down there!?' when we couldn't find the stupid key for that locked door!"

"Well there IS a door here! Of sorts! There has to be a solution!"

"There's no solution! We're all gonna starve because of you you mother fu-"

"That's enough you two!" Time shouted above them. Sky sighed. His stomach was clawing at itself, his throat tightened. He didn't like this either. He turned his head to look over at the door that kept them in the room. It was red at the top and bottom, having yellow bars in between. It didn't look like a door, more like something from a cell, or dungeon. Well, they were in a temple, dungeon, whatever they had argued it was as they came in.

"Maybe I could lift it?" Twilight asked the group. They all shared a glance before nodding, letting him turn to the door and try to lift it, even pull it to the side, but nothing happened. Legend whined and curled up.

"Fancy pants is right! We're all as good as dead! Not that I care so much I'd just rather die alone that with you guys! That feels worse!"

"... we'll talk about that later. Everyone, look around the room, for ANYTHING out of place." Time said calmly, before slowly walking along the wall, his hand brushing against the stone. Sky nodded and began to search himself. One after another, the group joined him. It wasn't until someone shouted from the farthest corner, where the space jutted out into a small hallway to nowhere, that everyone found a thing.

Sky rushed over, hopeful of what they would find. Once the group was gathered, he, sadly, was at the back of the group, unable to see what everyone was looking at. He could hear an argument break out between Wind, who had found it, and Warriors.

"A patch of fucking dirt isn't gonna help!"

"But it's out of the ordinary! The rest of this is stone! This, is a mound of sand and dirt! It's gotta be something!"

"Well unless you can dig up a device of some sort, this is nothing! Hey! Watch it Sky!" Warriors glared at him as Sky pushed past, albeit less gently than he wanted to, but the arguing was getting to him. Sure enough, a small mound of sand and dirt sat at the end of the hallway. He'd seen something like this before, but where....?

"Aha! It's just like the Fire Sanctuary!" He said with a grin. He could feel the looks on his back, but Sky couldn't care less. He'd found what he needed. He was going to get them out of here.

Kneeling down, Sky pulled out his Mogma Mitts and put them on. Assessing the mound, he turned to the group behind him.

"Stand back everyone!" Sky grinned, waiting for the rest of them to back up before he turns around and digs, crawling inside and falling under the dungeon floor. He heard a few gasps and 'what the fuck!?'s as he crawls, looking for a switch. It doesn't take him long, what a few minutes or so, before he finds it. He gives a small 'aha!' and begins to hum Din's fire as he attacks the switch, causing it to go in, and a nearby door, or barred door, much like the one above, to move left. Still humming, he crawls to where he can see a light patch and digs his way to the surface. As he pulls himself out, shaking the dirt off of him, a small shout of surprise causes him to whirl towards the speaker. Four stood there, one leg up and doing T-Rex arms as he stared at Sky incredulously.

"You were just- how did you- what- Tiiiiiime!" Four called. Time walked over and stared at Sky.

"....can you explain? Please?" Sky smiled. Chuckling to himself, he turned on his heel and began to walk. In the next room was a pit, on the other side was a chest, and a ladder. Ignoring the others shouts, trying to get him to explain himself, he looked around him for something he could use.

"Looks like there's a spot you guys can have your Hookshots, or Clawshots, or whatever, on to." Before he could finish speaking, Wild ran and jumped, gliding over. Sky panicked, realizing the cook wouldn't make it, and pulled out his whip, and quickly flicking it to grab the boys ankle and pulling him back. The smaller hero gave a yelp as he flew into Twilight.

"Sky! What was that for!?" Wild asked, a pout forming on his lips.

"Sorry Wild, but you weren't going to make it! I panicked! Why don't you climb onto someone's back and hitch a ride that way?" Sky asked him gently. It took a moment, but the hero agreed and crawled onto Twilight's back. Twilight, for his credit, seemed way too used to the teen's antics and pulled out his Clawshot. Legend pushed past him with his Hookshot with a grin.

"Me first!" He called, before he fired it at the post that was near the chest and flew over with a whoop. One by one, the others joined him, then looked at Sky. On the ceiling was a tree root. He quickly debated whether to use his Clawshot or his whip to get over. "Hurry up Sky!" Sky looked up at Legend who was holding the key they needed to move on, and gave a small nod. Brandishing his whip once more, he gave it a flick, letting it grab hold of the root ahead before he jumped off and swung over to the other side, flicking his whip so it would let go as he made his final crest so he would land next Wind.

"Why don't you do this stuff on the regular?" the small hero asked him, his eyes widened in awe. Sky gave a small chuckle and ruffled the boy's hair.

"I don't really have an opportunity to most of the time."

"Well, find more then." Wind huffed before he climbed the ladder after the others. Sky followed, meeting the others at the door.

~Aftermath~

"So Sky, you're a mole?"

"What?" Sky stopped his carving to look at Hyrule. The traveler looked back at him, waiting expectantly for an answer. When none came, he cleared his throat.

"Well, you dug down and crawled around under the ground, like a mole. When did you become a mole?" After a moment of silence, Sky heard Legend and probably Warriors stifling their laughter as Sky's cheeks tinted.

"Not necessarily a mole per say, but more like, I got special mitts to do so. They were quite useful in the Fire Sanctuary, which is why I said that earlier."

"So what you're saying is you could've done something like this the whole time?" Legend asked, counting the new rupees they had gathered from the dungeon and putting them into 9 even piles.

"I guess so."

"Why didn't you then?" Wild ask, checking out the monster parts he had gotten from the battle.

"Well, like I told Wind, I didn't really have an option to or not. That's the first time I've seen a patch like that since joining you all."

"What else can you do?" Four asked, looking genuinely curious. Sky grinned.

"Well...." he started, before proceeding to show everyone everything he can do, which turned into questions about temples he's been in, which turned into story time about his adventure until they went to bed for the night.

Being a Sky fan is so hard when you've already read all of the Sky centric fics 😭

CURSE MY HYPERFIXATIONS FOR MAKING ME GO THROUGH EVERY SINGLE SKY-CENTRIC FIC

[kai-zuha]

I needed to read a good Sky-Centric fic like YESTERDAY. I need such a good Sky centric fic that will leave me in tears, I need it to have me lying in my bed inconsolable in the dead of the night. I need the characterization to be absolutely PEAK where I nod my head and say “YES. that is EXACTLY how Sky is god bless” you know.

[littleberrybat]

Don't look at the polls don't look at the polls it's too early don't look at the polls don't lo—

*looks at the polls*

oh I'm going to be sick

[sincerely-sofie]

Happy Birthday, TPiaG!

All hail the fan project that changed my life! It is now officially one year old!

Thanks so much to everyone who believed in the project and supported it along the way, and who continue to support it even now! You guys have helped me more than I’ll ever be able to say. Through this project I’ve met countless amazing individuals who have made my life so much brighter, built up my creative confidence by completing my first ever finished manuscript, and drew more than I’ve ever drawn in a single year! I’m so grateful to you all!

Thank you!

[patheticpeoplesupreme]

TW// Panic Attack// Derealisation /Derealization //

Multiple names used interchangeably// ambiguous ending

read the side notes at the end!//

Sometimes, this world feels fake. Sometimes, he doesn’t feel like he lives in it.

When he was Houhua, he tries wave the fog away and picks up his brush and does his duties. He makes way too many mistakes in those days but no one pays any mind to him. No one pays any mind to his bruises anyway.

No one would care to find out. Why would they?

He was just a pathetic, puny little mouse, scurrying to survive. Canon fodder destined to die and return to the earth below for his sins.

This was his world. His story brought to life.

When the sun glimmers through his window, he wonders if the glow is artificial, like the failing bulbs he used to change when he was falling behind in his rent.

He opens his eyes, trying to blink away the fog, trying to bring back clarity , but to no avail, time slips by again. It’s warmer now, so he forces his limbs to move.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and reaches out for a hair tie before locking eyes with himself in the mirror.

Distantly he thinks, ‘this isn’t who I am.’

The colour of his hair was as bright as a chestnut, different from what it should be, shorter dark curls floating in the wind instead of being in a bun. His eyes glaze over— his bright amber compared to the hazelnut shade— scanning himself in the mirror.

His height—the body’s height was shorter by a few inches. He tries to breathe. It only serves to tighten the space in his chest. Finally, with his clumsy fingers, he wrangles his messy, unbrushed hair into a low bun, having no energy to do his usual high bun.

He wished he could cut it.

His hand lifts up to touch the body’s face . Shang Qinghua’s face. Shang… Houhua…?

He tries to think about true name.

He remembers projecting himself into his story, the story that he loved so much, even if it devolved into horrible cliché plots that never went anywhere. Even if the stories were left buried under, he still loved this world.

洛梅花

Luò Méihuā

A plum blossom. Blooming in the midst of winter.

Haa…

He feels like he’s wilting. He steps outside of his room, dizzily fumbling with his accessories, the buttons, the sashes messily wrapped around him

He thinks he smells smoke, a Pringly feeling rubbing against his fingers. He remembers the day he dies, the currents and volts electrocuting him. The sound of thunder never used to scare him.

Now he trembles at the sight of a storm. The percentage of getting hit by lighting is low, but it still terrifies him. To die. To feel that excruciating pain, to feel that excruciating loneliness at the same time, it was unbearable.

~~

Feiji blinks, suddenly standing right infront of his office door, a disciple of his holding the side of his shoulder. He remembers watching her stumble around as a young student, her name being on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t write her, he knew this, yet he couldn’t stop the wave of unease.

“Shizun?” She frowned in concern. He tries to smile and pat her head. Her frown doesn’t disappear, but she does scatter out the front gate.

Feiji wonders if Gua-xiong (Cucumber bro) feels like this sometimes. Like the world is floating away against his will.

“Shang-shidi?” He blinks again. A different person steadying the body— he didn’t even know the body was swaying.

Hm… Yue Qingyuan should be pretty and likeable… but no one likes a one-dimensional character. Though, they really don’t care as long as the protag gets their wives huh… hm…

Maybe I can scrap the Xiao Jiu storyline? The sect leader is gonna die anyway… it’ll be super bittersweet.



Yue Qingyuan’s brow was furrowed as he stared at the body. Shang—Hua flinched, remembering the descriptions that he’d thought of to make the pair suffer even more.

“All you do is apologise, and for what!? You left me behind!” Meihua laughed slightly as he wrote Xiao Jiu’s lines, thinking to himself, this will surely satisfy the readers angsty desires!

Meihua grinned with the artist he had commissioned to make official art of the peak lords, “this is exactly what i think they look like in my head, thanks!”

Shang Qinghua opens his mouth—

and chokes on a sob, “S—“

he gasps as his knees buckle beneath him, “Sorry.”

Fortunately, Yue Qingyuan jumps in quickly and reaches out to steady him, lowering him slowly instead of plunging to the ground. “Shang-shidi? What’s wrong? Your disciple ran into me and told me that you were acting weird—“

His eyes go wide though he’s not quite sure why and his hearing suddenly shuts down, muffling everything the worried man is saying.

Feiji is sorry, Yue Qingyuan— he’s sorry—he’s so incredibly sorry—!

—

“Are you sure there’s nothing that could’ve possibly sent him into such a severe qi deviation?” Mu Qifang questioned once more, desperate to get any answers on how to help his patient.

Yue Qingyuan shakes his head, grimacing, “No, the disciple I saw told me that he’s been that quiet since the start of the day.”

He paused thinking for a little longer before sighing, “She did not mention if Lord Mobei had visited either… there was nothing that could have triggered it. And nothing is calming him down.”

Mu Qingfang gazed over to the sobbing man boy, “I wish I knew how to help him.”

“Perhaps we should ask Shen-shidi for assistance. He…”

Yue Qingyuan’s expression closed as he thinks about it, “The two of them has been quite close in the recent years.” He reminds himself to calm down.

Shang Qinghua to him, is like having a younger brother, he could feel totally at ease with the oddly anxious peak lord. Despite that, it’s hard to let go of one’s protective instincts. One day, he hopes his instincts will protect the younger as well.

—

“Hey,” a familiar voice called out from the darkness, “Bro?”

Feiji opens his eyes—he didn’t even know he had closed them— and sees the Scum Villain he had created. His breath hitched, thoughts running at a million miles per hour.

The—The backstory that he had scrapped in order to chase the trends and feed into popular tropes—

“Sh—Shen—“ Feiji stuttered out. Shen Qingqiu softened (!???) his expression, before holding his hand out.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, Shang Qinghua. Mu-shixiong told me that you were—“

shangshidishangshidishangshidi

In a burst of weird emotions, He swats his hand away from him, his voice almost going to a shrieking level, shocking everyone in the room.

“STOP—! That’s not my name—! Please! Shen—Shen—shixiong.”

The two names were fluttering in his mind.

Yuan. Jiu.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He didn’t understand what was happening anymore.

“Yu—Yuan—xiong please—! That’s— that’s not my name!” He pleaded, “N—Not Shang Qinghua, not Houhua! That’s not me!”

He remembers vaguely the destiny of the body he’s residing in. “He’s not me—“

The two peak lords behind him blink in shock and panic, both frozen, not knowing what to do or say. ‘Yuan…?’

“Okay, I’m sorry, I know you’re not, you’re not him,” Shen Qingqiu nodded comfortingly, “It’s okay, Feiji—ge Gua—xiong is here.”

Feiji shudders at the nickname, one that would usually make him feel safe when it’s Shen Yuan uttering it, yet— all the name does is remind him that he had written all of these characters, all of their suffering, caused by him.

He shakes his head desperately.

Luckily, the man understands. “Alright, this master won’t call you by that name, it’s okay. Can you tell me what you want me to call you?”

It takes a very long time for his mind to catch on, for his mind to send signals on how to respond, he shivers, bowing his head, he grasps at the strings, pulling the cord that would finally make his voice work.

“Meihua— L—Luo Meihua! That’s—“ He sobbed, cutting himself off and desperately clinging to the one person he knew was real. “Gua—Xiong.”

Despite not being good with physical touch, Shen Qingqiu allows the mousy man to grab on as a crutch, he nods along to his mumbles, gesturing Mu Qingfang to help put the panicked and stressed man to rest. “Okay, thank you for telling me Luo Meihua, This one won’t leave you.”

—

“Please. We will explain it all, but please just trust us.” Shen Yuan whispers as the author in his arms falls quiet with his breathing at ease.

—

Blue =Airplane(Feiji)/Meihua(my Airplane’s original name) / & Shen Yuan / Gua-Xiong (cucumber bro)

Green=Shang Qinghua /Shang Houhua( Sqh’s original name?)’s body and original self (or what he perceives to be the original)

also, green refers to SVSSS characters in general and differentiates from real people

It’s honestly super cool I can do this on tumblr

Also side note:

PIDW to Shen yuan feels like Miraculous Ladybug to a lot of fans

it’s so funny

In general, a lot of mlb fans absolutely hate the way Chat and Ladybug is written and I just can’t help but think of Shen Yuan. But at least here, Airplane is likeable haha

[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 5 / HORROR & CRIME DRAMA)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes:

-Dangerous girls (they ain't innocent)/ girlhood as violent

-Stressed out and melancholic female detectives and authors (lots of drinking/smoking)

-Mothers who've seen too fucking much to play games/I'm a good mother until it doesn't let up

-Women handling shit/getting shit done

-Mothers who didn't want to be mothers but here we fucking are so might as well handle shit

-Evil women who are also unfortunately hot

-Female sociopaths (not always negatively portrayed)

HAVEN'T WATCHED

The Royal Hotel

The Silent Twins

The Kitchen

The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

I'm Thinking of Ending Things

Sharp Objects

Killing Eve

Abigail

Heavenly Creatures

A Quiet Place Part 2

Panic Room

Alice, Darling

Blood Red Sky

Rust Creek

The Marsh King's Daughter

Pearl

Longlegs

GOOD STUFF (NEVER WATCHING AGAIN THOUGH!)

Bad Sisters (8/10) (sisters plan to kill their sister's abusive husband)

Yellowjackets (9/10) (love as cannibalism)

Candy (7.5/10) (she's just a killer lol)

Cruella (6.5/10)(help my mom is a narcissist and it's hereditary)

Jennifer's Body (7/10) (boys aren't people lmao)

Bird Box (8/10)

Under the Bridge (8/10)

PERSONAL NOTES

I watched Tragedy Girls years ago, and I remember being grossed out and having a lot of fun as well. If you like Jennifer's Body, you'll probably like Tragedy Girls, too. And if you like Tragedy Girls, you may also enjoy Thoroughbreds. All three have a twisted sense of girlpower.

The Call isn't scary so much as its nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's not gory (although there is violence), but it deals with heavy subject matter. I can, however, promise a satisfying ending. Even though I doubt it would put you at ease.

Horror is my least favourite genre so bear that in mind. I just hate jump scares (because I hate being startled) and I don't like gore though there are times where it doesn't bother me so much. So this is definitely not an exhaustive list on horror recs. Crime is as close as I usually get to such dark stuff so I put the dark crimes, psychological thrillers and horrors together. I don't even want to talk about these that much because I'm nauseous already.

Watch at your own risk.

[fudgecake-charlie]

WOO MORE FINISHED ART FOR THE COSMIC HARBINGERS AU WOOOOOO

For people who don't know what this AU is, my tag about it is here! This may look like chapter art but I don't actually have any posted writing on it yet 😔

[vbrosclips]

s4e15 The Silent Partners

[occasionallyprosie]

Here's a snippet from that child fic...

He latched onto Wind. Something about him--it wasn’t even that he was the Hero of Winds--was just… more familiar than anyone else. It was like... like they were brothers in their cores, like he had taken every step of his life with him, like their hearts and minds aligned, like they shared stories and lives. It was like they'd always known each other. It was hard to explain, how his spirit sang in familiarity to Wind's, but it was something he couldn’t help but latch onto.

Take it as you will

[artemistorm]

I know I said I was going to finish this fic completely and post it all at once but on a whim I decided against that; here’s the next chapter of Recharge!

Recharge Chapter 3: The Burden of the Sword

Summary of chapter 3: Wild wakes up, group discussion begins 

Summary of whole fic: The Master Sword uses Wild as a human battery. The Chain finds out the hard way. 

[bluevaractyl]

It’s “appreciate yourself” hours! Pick five pieces of writing/art that you’ve done that you love and talk about them! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi Skye!! I don't have enough art or writing to do five, so I'll do some of each.

Burning Skies: My first (and so far only) multichapter fic, in which I am very mean to Sky, the boys go dungeon crawling, and hugs are had. It has a lot in common with your Elastic Heart, I think. I took advantage of the setting and played with the Chain's items and monsters. Bouncing between perspectives was so much fun, and having people comment as I posted each chapter was incredibly rewarding. Zola drew some amazing art for it.

Courage comes in many forms: This is the silliest thing I have ever written. AoL Link learns the Cucco spell, with a bonus bit of LU at the end. Very short and good for a giggle. Zola also did art for this one.

Deterioration: For the ultimate whiplash, here is the angstiest, whumpiest thing I have ever written. I really don't know why it's on this list, but I only have six published fics to choose from, so here it is. I'm gonna preface it by saying that it's the result of me going, "Aren't you glad healthcare workers are so caring?" and my dumb angsty brain going, "Yeah, what if they weren't?" and running with it. Also me thinking too hard about how [spoiler] came to be. Hyrule becomes an unwilling test subject and has a terrible week. Someone get this boy a snack and hugs STAT.

Yes you've seen this before, but it's probably my best work. The Yiga from Dad Squad come for Sky Link and are unprepared to face the fury of a protective loftwing. I am still really proud of the pose and colors on the loftwing, and I still giggle at the Yiga. Link is blissfully unaware😌

And finally, the art I drew inspired by your Fluffvember snippet. You've seen this one too haha. Seeing it always makes me think of that fic and brings that same feeling of calm I felt that first time reading it. It's nice to know that I can draw fluff even though I apparently can't write it😅

I've drawn many things since these two, but none I've been so happy with. I guess you're my muse :3

[i-never-forgot]

thinking about dusknoir. (again.)

thinking about dusknoir sitting back once he’s (presumably) released from dialga’s service and feeling lost. thinking about dusknoir wondering what on earth he’s going to do now that he’s free and still alive with a big bright beautiful world to explore. thinking about how intimidated he would be at the thought of facing the repercussions of his actions but willing to embrace it since he was given a second lease on life. thinking about him not expecting to find forgiveness from those he hurt for so long—but grovyle and celebi are far kinder than he deserves and he spends much of his time trying to earn it despite them telling him he needn’t do so.

thinking about how dusknoir just about kills himself trying to repay all the debts he feels that he owes. thinking about how he doesn’t really know how to function in a world that isn’t decrepit and dangerous. thinking about how grovyle and celebi have to remind him that they’re not really sure how to navigate it either but they’re all in it together, for better or for worse. thinking about dusknoir realizing at some point that he doesn’t need to put on airs anymore, that he could just be himself—that how sincere he was while in the past could translate now.

thinking about grovyle and celebi slowly learning the real him, beneath the mask and the bravado and the fear he’d clung to for so long. he’s courteous, he’s considerate, he’s kind—and his knowledge and experience certainly help them immensely while they travel. he grows protective of them so fast they’re suffering a little bit of emotional whiplash, seeing how ruffled he gets when strangers approach and he’s gauging whether they’re friends or foes. (arceus help anyone that decides to attack, rob, or deceive them—I don’t know of anyone who’d wittingly incur the blinding wrath of a 7’3” mercenary ghost-type.)

thinking about dusknoir taking the brunt of hits in mystery dungeons without flinching, not even hesitating to put his own health and safety at jeopardy for their sake, since they’re more prone to type disadvantages. he seems surprised when they do the same for him or scold him for putting himself in danger, not thinking for a moment that they’d be concerned for him still, after everything he did. it’s an adjustment they all have to work through, and he discovers that it feels…nice, to be fussed over. really nice, like he was worth something more than the blood he’d shed.

thinking about them being reunited with lu, seeing him older and wiser and settled. grovyle and celebi are overjoyed and dusknoir is exceedingly glad (if overwhelmed) to see the boy all grown up and prospering. lu almost attacks him but listens to grovyle and celebi’s reasoning, thankfully. it’s a slow and painstaking process, but they make up with time. eventually lu admits without as many words that he looks up to dusknoir as a father figure. after that they grow closer than ever and if dusknoir thinks about it too long he starts to tear up (no he’s just got something in his eye look away).

thinking about dusknoir having such conflicting feelings over eliana not being there—relief and disappointment in equal measure. he wants to reconcile with her like he has with lu, but at the same time he’s terrified of facing the layers of complexity that colored their relationship. he considered lu a ward of sorts, an apprentice, someone to give advice to. but eliana was his equal, his contemporary. he respected her more than even chatot or wigglytuff. she treated him like a normal person and for the first time in his life he knew what it meant to crave domesticity. she almost made him consider altering his ways—and that’s what had made her so dangerous. he wants what they had back so badly, but he knows that she has every right to hate him and never want to speak to nor lay eyes on him again.

thinking about them forming an exploration team. thinking about them deliberating over a name for several days, grovyle struggling and celebi arguing and dusknoir finally proposing ‘sunrise’ since it was so integral to all of their lives (but especially his in particular). they agree unanimously and it’s set in stone, and grovyle and celebi are a little surprised by his capacity for poeticism. they primarily take rescue and criminal apprehension missions and work up the ranks quickly. their name becomes revered through the whole continent and even the most hardened criminals hesitate to commit crimes anywhere relatively close to treasure town. (it doesn’t matter. they still hunt them down. they enjoy traveling, so it gives them an excuse to do so. dusknoir can keep their bounties in his belly so hauling them back in to Magnezone is no issue.)

thinking about how time passes. thinking about how he grows comfortable in his own skin, how he starts to heal and learn and grow, how he comes to he understand what it means to be (mostly) at peace with the world, with those for whom he is fondest, and himself. thinking about how he doesn’t feel any true closure until he can reconcile with eliana. thinking about how conflicted he feels just at the thought of seeing her again, but how badly he wants to. thinking about how he would dwell on it for so long that he’s surprised when she actually shows up.

he doesn’t fault her for attacking him, for mistrusting him, for not wanting to be in the same vicinity as him. but he tries—by Arceus, he tries so hard to win her back over. he craves her good opinion so terribly bc she was really the one that started his journey to redemption. he remembers those lengthy conversations and late nights researching (even if, by then, he’d been in the middle of realizing his plot—but it hadn’t been easy by any means, admittedly) and wants for nothing more than for her to confide in him again. he’ll take what he can get, but…perhaps he goes a bit overboard.

he does everything he can to help her around her periphery that wouldn’t immediately set her hackles to rise. he leaves items or books for her to find, keepsakes or rocks or flowers that remind him of her. he offers to help her when she needs it but backs off when she inevitably refuses. he doesn’t protest when she insists on exploring with grovyle or Celebi instead of him even though it might be more convenient (or safe) sometimes. he takes her passive-aggression and snide remarks and hostility without a single complaint, even when grovyle tries to intervene or mediate for his sake. he feels he deserves it. if it’s part of his reparations to pay in letting her work out her anger, he’ll endure it gladly.

and once he does win her trust again, he’s all in. he cares about all of them, but especially her, so so much it aches. he would sooner die than see her come to harm ever again. he’ll spend the rest of his life making sure he earns it over and over again. she’s worth that and so much more to him. she changed him, for the better. he owes her his life, everything.

[mizuno-marmalade]

mashisora my beloveds. • daily clicks for palestine!!

[cannibalgremlin]

just screaming into my pillow, sometimes i want favorite fics to be updated but im not gonna bother the authors

but 2 sky fics have left me wondering whats happening… anyone got good sky angst fics? or at least has sky as a pretty big character alongside the main?

[sincerely-sofie]

Opening my art app to an unfinished animatic and the cutest drawing I’ve ever done of Kip and Twig:

“Look at them!! My babies!! So precious!!”

Opening the next frame:

“I feel pain”

[000marie198]

I haven't even shared both AUs based on a couple of my favorite movies yet but gosh

I love them so much