#they have possessed me

[jordanswitches]

@ticklingduck's claws arrived... had to try them on myself. put a pillow under my back for extra vulnerability. shall i try them on you next?

[snapdragonling]

ozy/kallux, 1.6k, post-campaign for the prompt 'gentle kiss' + ozy for @thewildmother

In the dream, Ozy remembers the sensation of godhood.

It had felt somewhat like a dream itself; like moving through water, limbs leaden with the weight of potential. Every motion sent ripples of intent through the ether. He’d raised one hand to his face and watched the air distort around him, a strange, divine heat-shimmer.

The world had seemed at once infinitesimally small and vast beyond words, complexities he could never have imagined suddenly opened to him. Somewhere at the edge of his periphery he’d felt distant planes brush his fingertips. He’d wondered absently what would happen if he reached out to them, and felt a sudden vertigo as it almost became so.

He’d thought at the time that he might have been scared by that, if he had any mortality left.

Now, in the dream, the vertigo doesn’t abate. Now it pins him like an insect to the board of the earth. Now it sweeps through him like a wave, seeking something that isn’t there, repulsed by the realisation that he cast it off. He’d been so much bigger than this. He could’ve been so much bigger than this.

It’s too much. He sinks to the shadowy ground with his head in his hands, skin shivering with wrongness, with the sensation of being more; caught halfway between memory and reality. 

He’s distantly aware of the Shadowfell stirring around him, like a cat rousing at a familiar presence. He’s too sick to glance up, too sick to do anything except remain curled up there on the ground, the air pulsing in time with his nausea. It feels like at any moment he might be turned inside out by the memory of eternity. Beyond mortal ken, he thinks, like an echo of some old story, or a cautionary tale.

A hand settles gently on the back of his neck. Ozy can’t stop himself from trembling. He knows instinctively who it is.

“Such a waste,” sighs the Traveller, breath cold against his cheek. “It suited you, you know. What power we might have shared.”

Ozy squeezes his eye shut harder against the thought. “No,” he whispers. “Go away.”

“I’m quite at home here, in this place you made. Thank you for the hospitality.”

“No.”

“My champion.”

“No.”

“Ozy!”

That voice wasn’t the Traveller’s. He startles awake.

It takes him a bleary moment to remember where he is. Weak alpine light streams in through high arched windows, picking out motes of dust hanging suspended in the still air. Beneath the windows, neat rows of beds line the walls like soldiers fallen asleep at their posts. Only half of them were occupied now.

Kallux watches him worriedly from his own rumpled bed, looking more than a little bleary himself.

Right. The infirmary. Where Kallux was recovering from almost-death.

“Sorry,” Ozy rasps, straightening with a wince. He’d fallen asleep in the chair beside Kallux’s bed, head cushioned in his arms atop the mattress. His back would not be thanking him for that.

Though in all honesty, he savoured the usual aches and pains of his body. They were easier to remedy than the lingering feeling of wrongness that had haunted him since his return, following him in and out of sleep.

“Bad dream?” Kallux asks, settling back against the pillows. Belatedly Ozy realises it must have been Kallux’s hand on the back of his neck.

He nods tiredly. “Sorry for waking you. How are you feeling?”

“About the same as when you last asked me. Two hours ago.”

Ozy dredges up a weak smile for him. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologising.” Kallux’s face had already lost the haziness of sleep; he was surveying Ozy with a critical eye and not particularly liking what he saw, if the purse of his lips was anything to judge by. “What were you dreaming about?”

The deflection is ready on Ozy’s tongue. He’s already half-formed the words “nothing in particular” when he catches himself. His skin prickles with the memory of ascension.

One of Kallux’s brows jumps upwards, as if he can read the pause.

Ozy sighs, scrubbing one hand down his face, feeling the first hints of stubble along his jaw. He must look a mess. “Godhood. And the Traveller.”

Kallux’s other brow joins the first. “Intense combination.”

“I would have preferred one or the other, yes.”

On the other side of the infirmary someone else with a visitor laughs quietly. The space was reeking less and less of death by the day, helped along by the open windows and the fresh flowers people brought for the remaining patients. A bouquet was perched on Kallux’s bedside table, gathered by Scratch on an outing to the reincarnation tree. 

There had been wildflowers just like that in the Shadowfell, albeit leached of all their colour; a pale reflection of Airedon. He’d felt them blooming, delicate roots spreading beneath the dark earth like countless subterranean fingers. He’d felt them all.

“C’mere,” Kallux says suddenly, and pats the side of the bed.

Ozy blinks himself out of his reverie. He’d been staring unseeing at the flowers. “What?”

“Come here. There’s room, barely.”

Now it’s Ozy’s turn to survey the scene with a critical eye. “You’re injured…”

“Yeah, I’m aware. It’s cold in here. Make yourself useful. Does that help?”

Contrived or not, it does help. Ozy picks himself up, shifting hesitantly from foot to foot as Kallux makes space for him on one side of the bed, grimacing as it pulls at his injuries. Ozy does his best not to jostle the mattress too much as he clambers onto it. 

There really isn’t enough room, frankly. Ozy has no choice but to curl around Kallux like an open bracket, one arm tucked beneath his head and the other sandwiched at an awkward angle between the two of them. He holds himself ramrod still, conscious of Kallux’s bandaged side.

Kallux rolls his eyes and reaches for Ozy’s arm, tugging it decisively across his middle. “Relax. I’m not made of glass.”

“You’re getting very comfortable ordering me around,” Ozy mumbles, nonetheless doing as he’s told. Kallux radiates heat like a furnace as he shifts closer.

Whether it’s the warmth, the deceptively soft bed or simply the comfort of Kallux’s proximity Ozy can’t say, but as soon as he settles properly on the mattress his exhaustion rises again like a wave. He muffles a yawn in Kallux’s shoulder.

“You want to talk about it?” Kallux asks.

“Hm?”

“The dream.”

He gives that the consideration it’s due; more consideration by half than he would’ve only a month ago. But still: “I…no, it’s fine. Thank you though.”

“You should rest. You look like shit.”

“Thank you,” Ozy says again, trying to muster the appropriate dryness — but it’s no use. His eye feels as heavy as an anvil suddenly, and even as he’s resolving himself to tell Kallux he won’t stay for long he finds himself slipping inevitably back into sleep.

—

He wakes some length of time later, chest heaving, grasping at divinity that doesn’t exist.

The sun is still streaming in through the infirmary windows. Kallux has a book in his lap. He looks down at Ozy with slightly narrowed eyes. 

“You want to talk about it now?” he asks.

Ozy turns his face into Kallux’s shoulder with a ragged exhale, clinging more than he probably ought to cling to a man with recently life-threatening injuries. But the warmth of him was an unspeakable relief; the Shadowfell had been cold. “It keeps coming back,” he rasps. “The feeling of it. Like I’m meant to be there.”

There’s no reply for a long moment. Ozy tries to focus on the weight of his own body, the ache in his back, the soft scuff of the sheets against his skin. There were no planes at his fingertips, no awareness beyond what he could sense the old fashioned way. Not divine. Still himself, for better or worse.

Fingers comb carefully through his hair. Ozy goes limp; hadn’t realised he’d been so tense.

“Getting back here was the hard part,” Kallux says quietly. “Give it time.”

“Doing my best,” Ozy replies, muffled by Kallux’s shirt.

He would have been content to stay like that forever, his abiding sense of wrongness smothered by Kallux’s body heat and the gentle scrape of fingers through his hair — but then the mattress dips as Kallux shifts against him, lifting his shoulder to nudge Ozy upwards. Ozy goes obligingly, raising his head enough to look at Kallux quizzically. “You alright?”

In response, Kallux kisses him. Ozy is so startled he doesn’t reciprocate for several heartbeats, letting Kallux tilt his chin up for a better angle — until he remembers himself enough to slip an arm around Kallux’s waist, hand ghosting up his spine, drawn closer like a meteor caught by gravity.

It’s little more than a soft press of lips, slow and unhurried. It still empties his head of every other thought he’d been mulling over moments before.

At the end of it Kallux leans back against the pillows, leaving Ozy up on one elbow, staring down at him.

“If you ever need a reminder,” Kallux says, “of where you are or why you came back. I’m available.”

“Right,” says Ozy. “Thank you.”

Kallux’s lips quirk. He picks up his book with one hand and lifts the other arm in invitation. Ozy folds like paper.

This time, his dreams are dark and vague and manageable, the regular kind of unease. He sleeps like the dead.

[greykolla-art]

It’s healthy to step out of our comfort zone’s a little!😜

[doctormori]

the devil made me do it

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

“share so little” speak for yourself im forcing my mutuals to watch Neon Genesis Evangelion at gun point

i love how i share so little in terms of fandoms with my close mutuals atp its really funny. like "how do you even know these people?" oh we went to dsmp together yeah

[very-small-giant]

you have been bad friends to riz gukgak

[sangrefae]

wheezes and collapses into a pile of bones and dust

[skipblebee]

Sv au where everything is the same but it's like a reality tv show (the system takes interviews)

[stemmmm]

he likes to play gatsby

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

This fine fellow just knocked politely on my door. What do I do?

[inkskinned]

i have a fever. let's imagine pokemon world dash discourse together. (sorry i do not have darkmode.)

🤳🏻 pokestopit reblogged team-sprocket

👻 gengaydar Follow

For the last fucking time owning a gengar is NOT graverobbing. what is actually wrong with you people

#gengar #why am i even still on this site #i don't have a gengar but like. what's even going on over there #is marowak graverobbing now too??

💅 deerlinguist reblogged givemeyourstrongestpotion

👩‍❤️‍👩 lightscreend Follow

farfetch'd is like the most edible pokemon just because he comes with his own aromatics. pop that bad boy in the oven with some oran berries.... don't mind if i do

⚧ feministforcepalm Follow

@dyketraining tags pass peer review

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🐦‍⬛ corvikite Follow

I love to hate things and people. And when I turn out to be RIGHT and that person is a DICK? All parasocial relationships are bad and evil unless I am right about hating someone and then parasocial relationships are good actually

🪐waterbubbil Follow

We all thought about the same person let's just be honest here....

🎀 contest-winrar Follow

For me it's always going to be people who keep Pokémon without any thought as to their enrichment and needs. You do not need a fucking Arcanine, you live in a studio apartment and don't walk more than a block a day. You think you want a Gardevoir but are you okay with having an unknowable creature reading your thoughts every waking moment of the day? Even while you do... the nasty?

It drives me crazy because people see a Champion and think they have the time, energy, money, and space necessary to raise a Dragon type. Unless you have generational wealth, let me spell it out for you: you do not have the funds for a Dragon type. And yes! Charizard is on that list, guys! You can't even afford to feed yourself!

📯 jessiejustlickme Follow

local tumblr user declares the poors only get rat pokemon. maybe a bug pokémon if we are very good. we must grovel in the streets amen

🎀 contest-winrar Follow

Laugh all you want but I'm serious. I have heard of someone who is living with a MR. MIME like it's her HUSBAND!!!! That's fucking GROSS. These are creatures that TRUST us and NEED us.

Did you know that most Ponyta prefer to be in a herd? Are you going to have the space for that? Did you know that if you don't properly care for certain fire species their flame goes out? Sure, they're cute when they're small: but unless you're a rancher or a Gym Leader... I'm sorry. You're gross to me if you think otherwise. I hate people like that.

And for the record, rat and bug Pokémon are very valuable from an ecological standpoint. They hold an extremely important niche. People like you would rather they be hunted to extinction because they're pests, not pretty. It's disgusting.

🐦‍⬛ corvikite Follow

anybody in this thread smoke weed

#NOT THE RATS FOR THE POOR PEOPLE... GIRLLLLLL #the thing is they're not like... wrong.... #like i agree with the sentiment #my friend tried to get a slyveon just by like. playing catch a few times #.... like you do need to try.... #also fyi i have a large species so i'm biased #grovyle my baby . my man. u are costing me like so much in pokepuffs per month

👁‍🗨 badsol

why are we all talking about what pokemon to eat tonight lmafo

#.... obviously jigglypuff. homegirl is 90% cotton candy

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🫖 sinisteacher Follow

Like okay I got into science because I love to learn but the more I find out about how we've classified Pokémon types the more insane I feel. What do you mean there's no singular true indicator? What do you mean that there are several conditions which completely alter their base type?

Literally today my lab partner and I got into a very serious discussion about Luxray. That thing is a fuckking dark type!!!!! I'm sorry!!! I don't care what Bulbapedia says!!!! anyway i threw a pokeball at him and it swallowed him whole and now i'm going to jail for unlawful imprisonment of a TA

🍙 thesandwichking Follow

there's something, like, very dystopian about the idea that if u put an ugly hat on ur favorite little creature it changes like. the DNA. like. do other pokemon look at what you've done and cower? that's their friend... similar but changed... forever having known a life that is entirely alien to them...

🐳 wailordsupreme Follow

.... Are we going to ignore that OP swallowed a human into a ball???

#yes we are. #my friend loves those hats but I think they're so ugly #and stupid #if i wanted a specific type imma get that type..... #typesetting #show james

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ROUND 5 of 6 (see blog for more)

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☠️ marrowhackoff Follow

just saw someone say writing omegaverse fanfic of your pokemon is bestiality. ma'am this is the monster fucking site. you should be grateful that it's only omegaverse.

#the things i've seen would melt your eyebrows clean off your face #..... typhlosion they could never make me hate you baby #i know that's not what's in your heart

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🐛 youngstirjoey Follow

Okay say what you will. But shorts really are comfy and easy to wear

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Sorry bud. But. Investing at 3 notes

🐛 youngstirjoey Follow

don't do this to me. i h avue a wife . and chi ld

[funktechnisch]

sometimes a family is rook his boyfriend and his boyfriend's son he steals every night

[mari-lair]

very rushed but it is of utmost importance that you know the researcher is a fan of puns.

[needsmorewlw]

Why do people headcanon Lucanis with the slutty Daddy Dom personality?

Just romance Davrin. He's literally what you want. He and Rook have sexually charged Hunter/Prey banter and it's incredible. Just romance the gorgeous black man and leave the 35 year old virgin alone

[itischeese]

He knows what words mean, Minato-sensei.

[bittsandpieces]

I don't have a caption for this one tbh