#that oughtta teach em a lesson

[seldompathic]

I really shouldn't listen to Snapcube when I draw

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

👀 a time my muse told a lie. 

“D-Disarming Voice! Now!”

The sound of Hatenna’s shout reverberated over the battlefield, painting the air in pink-tinted sound waves. Zigzagoon and Thievul teetered, stumbled, fell to the ground one after the other with soft thumps. A moment passed. Two. Bede and Hatenna took in synced, ragged breaths, the pokemon’s hair ragged and scuffed and sweat running down the trainer’s forehead. The two Team Yell members, meanwhile, bared their teeth and hissed as they returned their exhausted pokemon to their pokeballs.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, thinkin’ you can just roll up and mess with Marnie!”

“Yeah! If you think you’re givin’ our girl that attitude, you’ve got another thing coming! Why, I oughtta…” Bede had gathered what he could of his composure and was about to offer a retort when they were interrupted by a call from behind.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you two!” Marnie pushed off from the wall she had been leaning on, striding casually up behind the two grunts with her Morpeko in tow. “No more gangin’ up on ‘im! I mean it!”

“M-Marnie!”

“We thought you’d gone up ahead!”

“We was just- we was just teachin’ this kid a lesson!”

“Yeah! Little man was tailin’ ya, Marns, lookin’ real suspicious… don’t think he’s here for a friendly chat, ‘s all ‘m sayin’!”

Bede ran a hand through his hair and scoffed. “That’s what you were doing, was it? Interesting. I got the impression that you could learn a thing or two from me.” He shoved a hand in his coat pocket and looked down his nose at the trio in front of him. “Or did you dunderheads already forget that I was the victor here? Really now, I hope you’ll consider honing your skills beyond that of a common youngster before you next try ‘teaching someone a lesson’.” Try as he might, however, Bede couldn’t entirely contain his fatigue. His forehead remained slick with sweat, and his shoulders sagged slightly as he attempted to catch his breath from the frantic shouting of moments before. The truth was that the battle was much closer than Bede wanted to let on- the grunts had nothing but a Zigzagoon, a Thievul, and a Purrloin, and yet Bede had been backed into a corner, whittled down to his last pokemon… how could he let this happen? His gaze flickered between his battered Hatenna, who was walking towards him to lean on her trainer’s leg, and the glimpse of a bright red dynamax band under Marnie’s sleeve. He’d been following her to claim that wishing star for himself… but could he even manage that now?

Marnie swatted at the air dismissively. “What? We judgin’ people based off appearances now? I thought that was somethin’ we were tryin’ to fight!” she cast a sidelong glance at Bede and his cocky stance, frowning. “...’n so what if he wanted to pick a fight? Don’t think I can handle m’self, do ya?”

“O-of course you can, Marnie!”

“Yeah! You’re the best of ‘em all, everybody knows that!”

“Then let me handle it, why don’t ya?!” Marnie shooed the grunts away, and they ran off with comical diligence and urgency. Bede’s eyes traced their retreat until they disappeared behind a nearby tree. Hmph. Of course they couldn’t stray too far from their precious challenger. His attention snapped back toward Marnie as she approached him, Morpeko having jumped up onto her shoulder and snuggled up to her head. "Sorry 'bout them… I'd've put a stop to that mess sooner, if I saw what they were stirrin' up. Only caught ya once the scuffle had already started, ‘n, well, figured I shouldn’t interrupt…" Marnie swung her arms at her side and smiled ever so slightly at Bede. "But that was some nice battlin'. And now the real fun can begin, aye? You wanted to challenge me?"

Bede sneered at her. His gaze flicked down to Hatenna at his feet, at her determined yet exhausted expression… she’d try battling this trainer, if Bede willed it. Although she likely wouldn’t succeed in this state. With new resolve, the psychic trainer looked up and past Marnie, as if she weren’t worth his attention. “Tch. I see no need, at this point. I’ve already wasted enough time here.” He brought his arm up and cast a glance at his gold watch, making sure it was tipped such that Marnie could see its brand and quality, to emphasize his point. “Besides, you watched my match just now, didn’t you? I think I’ve already quite handily proven my strength to you. So let’s put a pin in this challenge until the champion cup, shall we? If you manage to make it that far, that is.” Morpeko gave Bede a steely look and Marnie opened her mouth to respond, when Bede put his hand up to stop her and hissed through his teeth. “Oh, save it, won’t you? It appears I’ve got even less time to spend than I thought. A wishing star just fell over there, didn’t you see? I must be sure that I’m the one to take it. You wouldn’t understand, but I’ve got a necessary duty to uphold, afforded to me by the Chairman himself.”

“Hm? I didn’t see anythin’- …annnnn’ he’s gone.” Now alone, Marnie stood dumbfounded. After a moment, she reached up and tickled her Morpeko under the chin. “What an odd one, huh? Don’ think we should let it bother us, though. Le’s just get back to trainin’...”

[aria0fgold]

Whumptober day 16, alternative prompt used: Brass Knuckles and Whumptober day 22 prompt: Glass Shard

Characters: Mel, Marigold Ages: 15, 29

Mel hissed as Mari applied ointment on his injuries. A swollen cheek, cracked lips, several cuts and bruises all over, he even seemed to have sprained his ankle as well, though he wasn't certain of that, not when the only pain he can feel is from his other foot that had glass shards lodged into it earlier. It was quite an unfair fight, 5 people with some wielding weapons, a bat, brass knuckles, or whatever. Yet even with those advantages, they still lost, pathetically running with tails between their legs.

“Aight, ya got any excuse bout this?” Mari continued to tend to his wounds, one of her pals saw him and ran to get her. So here they are, in one of their hideouts closest to the area. There was a small frown on her face, he can't quite tell if she's mad at him or the people he fought.

He merely stayed silent, he didn't have to energy to explain anything to her nor does he have the energy to even talk at all. He just wanted to get to bed, to hell with his injuries, infection be damned, he didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to collapse somewhere and never wake up.

“Mm… Well, should've expected that silence.”

Mel groaned, rolling his eyes and looking away, anywhere to distract himself, the pain wasn't a problem to him, he had worse before, what was the problem however, was Mari herself. He can't understand her at all. A gang leader famously known to be scary and strong, caring and tending for a brat she found half-dead in an alleyway. He sometimes thinks it would've been better for him to have died then. What was the point?

Why would she even bother to look after a stranger's kid, completely unrelated to her? His parents didn't even bother to care for him the way she's doing. So what's the point?

“Hey.” Mari snapped her fingers in front of him.

Mel frowned, “What?”

Mari put a hand on her hip, looking him up and down, “Hmm… Anyone ever told ya yer easy to read?”

He huffed out a sigh, “Yeah, the people I just beat up.”

She whistled, her lips forming into a smirk, “Oooh, look at that. Ya plan on fightin' me next too, aye?”

Mel glared at her.

She merely chuckled at him, “Maybe wait when yer all healed up. Wouldn't mind a spar with a lil zombie.”

“Seriously, just say what you wanted to say. Stop with that shit.”

“Heeh… Already said all that I wanted.” She shrugged, “Ya know, that gloomy look don't suit ya. Want me to tell ya bout that time I found ya?”

Mel let out a loud groan, “Shut it then. I don't wanna hear it anymore.” He'd heard that story countless of times already, far too much to keep track of, he never understood why she liked talking about it so much.

Mari didn't seem to listen, “You were sitting all bloodied at that alley--”

“I told you to shut it.” Mel grabbed a shoe nearby, throwing it at Mari who caught it with ease and an annoyingly smug expression.

She laughed, annoying him even further. She can be so unbearable at times, yet Mel can't truly bring himself to hate it. If anything, he hated that it brought him a sense of comfort.

He clicked his tongue as he stood, though he stumbled forward, Mari was there to steady him by grabbing onto his arm.

“Here, here, I'll carry ya.” She turned, bending down to carry him on a piggyback.

“No--”

“Aish! I aint taking no as an answer from ya! Ya can't even stand well! If ya don't want a piggyback then I'll carry ya like those princesses.”

Mel grumbled as he climbed on her back, tugging at her hair in irritation when she laughed, though it didn't quite stop her from laughing even more.

“Anyway, bout time ya tell me bout those brats ya fought.”

“So what? You can get revenge for me?”

“I aint giving ya that luxury! Ya get revenge on yer own, but those idiots did step into my territory so someone oughtta teach em a lesson not to.”

Mel chuckled, “My information comes with a payment. And payment first.”

Mari grumbled, “Aight, aight! Whatever! Tell me what ya want then!”

Mel laughed, a genuine laughter for the first time in so long, yet he didn't realize it as such. All that he knew then was, it wasn't so bad living like this.

[betterto-die-thanto-crawl]

Ben moved to sit by her on the bed, laying an open palm out as an offer for a hand to hold. "Nah, it ain't..." He shook his head adamantly. "Ain't tattlin' if it keeps ya from gettin' hurt, lil duck..." One hand went up to stroke gently at her hair. "They ain't jus' mean... They's bullies, an' somebody oughtta teach 'em a lesson..."

❝  if they do it again, you tell me.  ❞ ben to ritz

Ritz looked up at Ben teary eyed. The boys on the street had been mean to her again and while she had been brave, their words still hurt a lot- more so than the skinned knees they gave her. "But that's tattling," she murmured, closing off on herself. She doesn't wanna get in trouble for telling. "They' just mean. Is all," Ritz replied, clearly still upset.

[thegreatnyehehe]

Conquering Ironforge!!

“Ach, wot a Brewfest that was! Sad teh see it go, truly. Not that’ll impede my drinkin’ at all, though! Har har!” 

Bah. The Great Nyehehe is glad to see it finally begone. He loathes this foolish festivity!! How he despises your dratted alcoholic drinks!! 

“’Hate Brewfest!?!’ How can yeh hate Brewfest!?! Yeh just saved Brewfest! When yeh took down tha’ Coren Direbrew with a wiener!! How can th’ Savior ‘o Brewfest hate Brewfest!?!”

“Savior of Brewfest!?! The Great Nyehehe is the savior of nothing!! How dare these half-height half-wits believe The Great Nyehehe could save anything!! Bah!! He oughtta teach these bearded buffoons a lesson!!”

...

Bah!! These dratted Dwarves think The Great Nyehehe could ever be the “hero” of anything ever!?! The Great Nyehehe shall prove them wrong, by conquering their city in these moronic mountains!! For revenge!! Nyehehe!!

Nyeh? Why is The Great Nyehehe donning his life-like disguise of the unliving lifeless of the North!?! To inspire fear into the hearty hearts of Ironforge!! They shan’t doubt The Great Nyehehe’s powerful immortality when he walks in a dead mortal and comes out a conqueror!! Nyehehe!!

Up this pithy path, The Great Nyehehe begins his ruthless raid!! How vile!! 

The gates of Ironforge!! How The Great Nyehehe shall enjoy knocking them down ever so devilishly!! 

A statue!?! And it’s not even made of pure gold and doused in glitter!?! The Great Nyehehe will have to instruct the dimwits Dun Morogh how to instruct a proper monument when they erect one for The Great Nyehehe!! 

What? Nyet, The Great Nyehehe shan’t buy any of your blasted bread!! Begone from The Great Nyehehe’s presence!! Bah!!

Ah, the foolishly famous Forge of Ironforge!! How hot it is here!! It’s blazing in here!! Is this where you stout mortals sacrifice yourselfs to your fire gods, or those tortuous Titans? The Great Nyehehe ought to keep this place in mind!!

Anyway, The Great Nyehehe is nearly to the thrones of those moronic monarchs of this idiotic Ironforge!! Prepare to be conquered, idiots of Ironforge!!

Make way, you airheaded ambassadors!! The Great Nyehehe has come to take the crown!! Or.... crowns!! The Great Nyehehe hopes he has enough heads to wear all of them!! Nyehehe!!

As the undoubted new Emperor of this doltish Dun Morogh, The Great Nyehehe decrees first and foremost that all that awful alcohol is hereby prohibited for all of eternity!! All the dratted drunkards must be shot, all the blasted brewers drowned in their own concoctions!! Nyehehe!! How very iagoistically ironic!!

“Okeh, okeh. Ironforge is yers, we surrend- Wait. Did you jus’ say that beer was banned?”

Nyes, that is correct.

+*BOOM*+

*ACK!!*

“Whadd’yeh two wanna do with tha’ double dead deader? I say we cook ‘em! Har har!”

“Can’t cook ‘em, Falstad  Jus’ throw ‘em outta Ironforge. Greymane may be itchin’ fer et, but we on’t need another war with tha’ Horde while tha’ Legion’s at ouer doorstep. He’‘s still kickin’, roight?”

“Wah!”