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heavenlyhoundoom · 8 months ago

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Me roasting Unova.

Victini: Despite being the victory pokemon, you seem to have a lot of weaknesses.

Snivy: Remember smug leaf?

Servine: Enjoy having limbs while you can.

Serperior: I'm a snake, slithering in your garden.

The tepig line: Who wants pork dinner?

Oshawott: Ash's most useless pokemon.

Dewott and Samurott: Have a biped evolve into a quadruped, and no one bats an eye, but have a quadruped evolve into biped and all the fans go wild.

Patrat and Watchog: Have you two been skipping sleep? I mean just look at those eyes.

Lillipup: It's funny how Gamefreak indirectly admitted they think dogs are smarter than kids.

Herdier: You're not a pokemon. You're just a cartoon dog. Don't lie.

Stoutland: This pokemon has shed a lot of tears.

Purrloin: The Angelica of the pokemon world.

Liepard: Galarian Articuno, you are not.

Passage: This is most likely what inspired Grookey.

Simisage: Hello, Johnny Bravo wannabe.

Pansear: I wouldn't be able to guess it was based on the hear no evil monkey if it didn't have its hand by its ear.

Simisear: How does it feel to be one of the most hated pokemon?

Panpour: It's not even trying to hint towards it being the see no evil monkey pokemon!

Simipour: Props to this pokemon for not conforming to toxic masculinity.

Munna and Musharna: I'm creeped out by these pokemon looking like fetuses.

Pidove, Tranquill, and Unfezant: I feel like these have to be some of the most unnecessarily hated pokemon.

Blitzle and Zebstrika: I thought we were in America, not Africa.

Roggenrola: So is this supposed to be a rock eye?

Boldore: It's really forgettable outside of being one of Ash's pokemon in the anime.

Gigalith: Just Golem 2.0.

Woobat and Swoobat: Zubat and Golbat but fluffier.

Drilbur and Excadrill: These guys hate when you reset before saving.

Audino: I love this pokemon, but its name is just a corny pun.

Timburr, Gurdurr, and Conkeldurr: Were the vains necessary?

Tympole: I always forget that this is pure water type.

Palpitoad: Don't worry, you'll get arms eventually.

Seismitoad: Are those giant warts heavy?

Sawk and Throh: Insert Muppet joke here.

Sewaddle: Its mouth looks like a fortune cookie.

Swadloon: It looks like it was forced out of bed.

Leavanny: Dem legs.

Venipede: This pokemon is pretty forgettable if I can't think of a way to roast them.

Whirlipede: 360!

Scolipede: The bug centaur

Cottonee: How does it feel to be just a head?

Whimsicott: I saw it without hair, and it looks like a gingerbread man.

Petilil: Why would people just eat their leaves?

Lilligant: This pokemon is way too high maintenance!

Basculin: Mmmm...fish fry....

Sandile, Krokorok, and Krookodile: Again, I thought we were in America, not Africa.

Darumaka: What sick people would put this pokemon's shit in their clothes!?

Darmanitan: Look at that thousand yard stare.

Maractus: Why does it have an OwO face?

Dwebble and Crustle: So crab = water type, but hermit crab = bug type? Seems about right.

Scraggy and Scrafty: The fact they wear their dead skin is kinda gross.

Sigilyph: Ah, yes, biblically accurate pokemon...

Yamask and Cofagrigus: It goes from having a sad story to being another disturbing ghost type.

Tirtouga and Carracosta: These two are overshadowed by their bird like counterpart.

Archen and Archeops: The most crippling ability besides Slow start.

Trubbish and Garbodor: They're literally garbage pokemon. Need I say more?

Zorua and Zoroark: The edgy fur bait pokemon.

Minccino and Cinccino: I don't know if these pokemon would love or hate that I'm messy.

Gothita: Stop staring at me with those soulless eyes!

Gothorita: Are the weird growths on your head supposed to represent earrings?

Gothitelle: The goth gf pokemon.

Solosis, Duosion, and Reuniclus: So we're making cell pokemon without considering the implications?

Ducklett and Swanna: Actual ugly duckling pokemon.

Vanillite, Vanillish, and Vanilluxe: Mmmm...icecream...

Deerling and Sawsbuck: To bad you were made for a feature that was removed the next generation.

Emolga: Why did they made this pokemon a gluttonous bitch in the anime?

The Karrablast line and the Shelmet line: You think these two would be next to each other in the pokedex, but no.

Foongus and Amoonguss: Based on a stupid pun.

Frillish and Jellicent: These pokemon are total psychos!

Alomomola: I feel like not making this the evolution of luvdisc was one of the biggest missed opportunities.

Joltik and Galvantula: Stop stealing my phone energy, damn you!

Farroseed: Deadliest egg ever.

Ferrothorn: Deadliest plant.

Klink, Klang, and Klinklang: Lamest pokemon ever.

Tynamo: It looks like a certain hygiene product.

Eelektrik: Laziest name ever.

Eelektross: Now the only pokemon with no weaknesses outside of certain pokemon holding a balloon.

Elgyem and Beheeyem: More ultra beast before ultra beast were a thing.

Litwick, Lampent, and Chandelure: These guys have some of the most fucked up dex entries!

Axew, Fraxure, and Haxorus: Do you guys need braces?

Cuchoo: Someone give this pokemon a tissue!

Beartic: Is that a snot beard!?

Cryogonal: Why does this pokemon learn attract?

Stunfisk: The punching bag pokemon.

Mienfoo and Mienshao: 🎶Everyone was kung-fu fighting!🎶

Druddigon: This looks over desined.

Golett and Golurk: I swear these pokemon are in every region after their debut.

Pawniard and Bisharp: These pokemon make more sense in Galar than Unova.

Bouffalant: Disco tauros.

Rufflet and Braviary: Now we have some actually american pokemon.

Vullaby: Is that skull diaper uncomfortable?

Mandibuzz: Another unfortunate japanese name.

Heatmor: Only created to eat another pokemon.

Durant: How does that 4x fire weakness feel?

Deino: How can you see?

Zweilous: How awful would it be to have another head that enemies with you?

Hydreigon: Why would anyone want to obtain such a destructive pokemon in the pokemon universe?

Larvesta: I bet this used to be Snoop Dogg's favorite pokemon.

Volcarona: The hardest bug type to evolve.

Cobalion, Terrakion, and Virizion: The three musketeers.

Keldeo: And the forgotten forth member.

Tornadus, Thundurus, and Landorus: Why is Landorus after the box legendaries instead of being next to the other genies?

Reshiram: Were the crotch feathers necessary?

Zekrom: It kinda reminds me of shadow lugia.

Kyurem: Can you pick up anything with those tiny arms?

Meloetta: Look at this Miku wannabe.

Genesect: Another cautionary tale of trying to tamper with the forces of nature.

#pokemon #nintendo #game freak #unova #roasting

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kariachi · 1 year ago

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Some morning fic. What was supposed to just be touching on Kev being not-fully-human from the Tennysons' pov got a little bit heavy and Gwvin-critical there at the end...

“Do you ever get reminded that Kevin’s not human?” Pausing in his chewing, Ben blinked slowly, focused on his cousin across the table.

“I mean, the only people that beat him in teeth around here are Manny and Darkstar, so… yeah, kinda regularly.” Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes at him, setting her soda aside.

“I mean really reminds you.”

“That doesn’t,” Ben asked, mouth hanging just slightly open. “I’ve seen him open cans. I’ve seen him open people.”

“Well sorry I don’t spend my time staring at his mouth,” she grumbled with a frown, glowering. Huffing a sigh, she took another sip of her drink and shook her head. “He dug a hole under my house yesterday.” Another pause, another blink.

“Bet your mom was happy with that.”

“I swear he’s given up doing anything but the bare minimum to get along with her…” Gwendolyn shook her head again. “He literally came out yesterday morning and spent the whole day, with nothing but his powers, digging around under the house.” Taking a bite of his burger, Ben chewed thoughtfully.

“Did he say why, or did he just show up and get going.”

“He showed up and got going. When I asked he said he was ‘adding a den’.”

“Huh.” For a moment Ben continued chewing, then swallowed before asking “Is it at least a nice den?” Gwendolyn’s nose crinkled, lips twisting down.

“How should I know?! I’m not about to crawl down a dirt tunnel to hell just to see what the ass end looks like. Bad enough that eventually somebody’s going to have to figure out what to do with all the dirt he’s removed. Dad says Kev promised to handle it, but…” Ben’s head tilted, just slightly, to one side.

“But?” Gwendolyn paused for a moment, shrugged.

“…it’s a lot of dirt.”

“It’s Kevin,” Ben pointed out with a snort, “he probably already has a buyer lined up for it and everything.”

“Probably…” Shaking her head, she leaned back in her seat and took another sip of soda. “It’s just, fucking weird. Like, where else does he have these things? Why does he want one? Why there?” Snorting again, Ben shook his head.

“Are you really asking why at the place you live whenever you guys are in town?”

“You know what I mean,” Gwendolyn said with a small huff. “Just, you can almost forget Kevin’s only half human, and then he does stuff like this.”

“No, cuz,” Ben said, flashing a grin, “you can almost forget he’s only half human. The rest of us are keeping an eye on those damn teeth.” Snorting despite herself, Gwendolyn rolled her eyes.

“Kevin is not going to eat anybody,” she said, only for Ben to wave a knowing finger in her face.

“You can sit in denial all you want, but Kev’s an ambush predator and I care about him enough to at least pretend to respect that.”

“You-” She shoved his hand away, glowering again. “-need to have more faith in him.” Ben just shook his head, grin shrinking to something smaller and more serious.

“I know you’ve got all these big hopes and dreams about fixing him up,” he said, “but eventually you have to accept that some of his warts are features, not bugs. He’s not gonna turn into your perfect human boyfriend at any point.”

“You know I’m not looking for perfect,” Gwendolyn said, glowering harder. “He does weird shit sometimes, I can live with that. I just want him behaving better.” Ben reached out and patted her arm.

“Lie to somebody else, Gwendolyn, I’ve known you too long.” The glowering turned to a glare. “I’ve sat there while Grandpa explained that something he’d done was normal Ossy behavior, watching you huff and puff and then go off and still give Kev shit about it. Like I said, you can let yourself deny it all you want, but you’re not taking the Osmosian out of Kevin, no matter what you like or don’t like about it. Fuck, you’re not taking the Kevin out of Kevin.” Gwendolyn glared harder.

“I don’t want to.” Ben ducked his chin, raising a brow at her.

“You keep trying.” He raised his finger again before she could counter the statement. “It’s been three years, he’s turned his whole life around, anything still going on that his shrink isn’t worried about? Isn’t going anywhere. Doesn’t matter if it’s his species or his personality, at this point you have to accept that you’ve got what you’re getting.”

“Don’t act like you’re some expert, Ben. I know him a lot better than you do.” Shrugging, Ben flashed a wider, though not quite so honest, grin.

“If you say so, but I’m not the one getting blindsided by him being weird.”

#fanfic

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fantasyfantasygames · 1 year ago

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Pandora

Pandora: an Autobiography, pandora, 2018

This game about the mythological Pandora's Box. I'm reviewing it back-to-back with Tales of Pandora, with is the Avatar movie series RPG. I did this partly so people wouldn't confuse them with each other.

Pandora is a game about the aftermath of giving in to temptation, dealing with blame, and seeking equilibrium when there's no forgiveness.

No, just kidding. This is a game where you, as Greek pro wrestlers, personally powerbomb and chokeslam demonic personifications of all the evils of humanity. On the cover, the game's title sits neatly juxtaposed against a drawing of just that, which would fit nicely into the Cartoon Guide to Philosophy.

The game uses a d6 dice pool inspired by Weapons of the Gods, where you look matches and turn those into numbers from 11 to 66. For instance, four 3's is a result of 43, and one 5 is a 15. The twist is that your attributes are all negative. You start with 6d6 and subtract dice from it if your stats indicate that you'd be weak against a particular evil. Are you wrestling with Greed but you have a Need score of 2? You're down to 4d6. Most of your rolls are going to be between 3d6 and 5d6. I like the implication that your characters are super-competent and really only held back by their own failings. You can draw on actions from your signature move set, which attach status effects to the Evils if they're successful. You lose dice fairly quickly against them, which is ok because fights are intended as a tag-team effort.

By default Pandora is your quest-giver, the Charlie to your Angels. However, you can also decide to include her in your team so that she can suplex rage itself or tackle influenza personally.

The art is all black-and-white cartoons. The Greeks are drawn Flintstones-like, with exaggerated arms, hands, and shoulders. A handful of them are very dark-skinned, possibly intended to be African. Men and women are both bare-chested, so maybe don't read this on the bus, but none of it is titillating. The Evils are drawn in an even more exaggerated manner: eyes bugging out of their heads, misshapen limbs, horns, warts, gaping mouths, sometimes wings, and each of them unique. The layout incorporates the cartoons very well. It's clear that they were crafted together to work as a single piece.

A short chapter talks about variations on the myth of Pandora. It doesn't go into exactly how those changes might impact the game, but that's clearly the point of it. One full page of that is dedicated to a diss track against legendary misogynist Hesiod, writer of some of the most complete and slanderous Pandora stories we have. That page gets a chef's kiss from me.

The author, lowercase pandora, has written a few one-page RPGs that test out systems used in this game. As they failed or succeeded, the system in this game got revised. Revisions are named for famous wrestlers. Version one was Andre. Currently we're on Foley. If you want to see how the game's going to evolve next, keep an eye on those one-pagers.

#ttrpg #imaginary #indie ttrpg #rpg #review #Foley volunteers for RAINN #Macho Man a surprisingly sensitive guy

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dem0nguy · 1 year ago

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Ive been infected by the AU bug (Ive got like 5 different AUs for MB now help—)

HOWEVER, this does give me an excuse to ramble about said AUs >:3

So how bout I ramble about the one I ever-so-conveniently drew art for?

MUTANT BUSTERS STEAMPUNK AU :DDDDD

Ima be honest, I originally created this just so I could put the sillies in fancy outfits. But then I added lore…

(The outfits in question:)

(Before I start ima just say that none of the characters go by their aliases, bc it just wouldn’t make sense here (and like, their names are cool and get no use in the show, they need use >:/ ))

So Jim(Sheriff) and Ryan live in a poor rural town in the middle of nowhere. Ryan works as a blacksmith, and Jim is an aspiring inventor (he’s not very good at the inventing part… just the ideas.)

Ryan wants Jim to learn how to be a blacksmith like he is, because it’s a reliable job and he doesn’t see Jim going very far in his inventing career.

Obviously, Jim doesn’t listen to him.

On one particularly boring day, an aspiring entrepreneur/inventor rolls into town. He introduces himself as Max(Shooter) Kojima, and says he’s looking for someone to help jumpstart his business with him. Jim quickly volunteers, but Ryan stops him, and forces him to come home.

Jim, however, is a persistent little bitch. So he sneaks out at night and joins up with Max; who gives him a prototype bionic arm as a gift.

Somewhere along their journey, Max reveals that he stole a powerful source of energy contained in a gem (*cough* MORPHONITE *cough*) from the lead entrepreneurs, Wart and Verruca, and plans to use it for his own inventions.

Jim is honestly so awed by the gem that he doesn’t care if it was stolen or not.

(At this point, Ryan has realized Jim is missing. So he sets out on a mission to find him)

Unfortunately, Max and Jim were not the only ones after the gem. Vegan-Su and BP steal it from them, so the two set off on a mission to get it back.

When they finally confront Vegan and BP, they explain that the gem was created by their father (Dr. White) and was stolen from him. So they were trying to get it back. But Max and Jim don’t care, and just as they’re about to walk off with the gem; Alexander(Brutux) steals it from them. All four then decide to work together to get the gem back.

Alexander works for Wart and Verruca, and was sent to go find the gem. But he doesn’t actually know what it is, nor the importance of it. When Jim, Max, Vegan, and BP catch up to him, they explain that the gem was created by Dr. White. Alexander then proceeds to fanboy about Dr. White and join the group.

(Jim and Max were gonna steal the gem back, but now they’re in too deep to get out so yk….)

(Also unrelated but Jim and Max are gay for each other bc you don’t just run off with a man in the middle of the night and NOT fall in love with him.)

The five start on their way to Dr. White’s place, just before they reach it, Jim gets a letter. The letter states that Ryan has been kidnapped by Wart and Verruca, and if the gem isn’t returned to them, he will be killed.

So they change course, and head for Wart and Verruca’s business place: Panic Mechanics (I’m so good at naming things/j) They make the trade for Ryan (who thoroughly scolds Jim, but is thankful for being saved.) Then unsure of what to do next, they head to Dr. White’s place.

(Dr. White is kinda like an inventor with questionable ethics and a weird way of doing things. He’s relatively well known, but his unpredictably doesn’t make him “famous” per se. His books are what most people (including Alexander) know him for.)

When they arrive, Dr. White explains that Wart and Verruca will try to drain all the energy in the world using that gem, so everyone has to come to them for power/inventions. (Capitalism, yay)

So they head right on back to Panic Mechanics, just in time to stop Wart and Verruca’s plan, saving the world. (AND THE GAYS GET TO KISS >:D)

That’s pretty much all, thanks for listening to me ramble! :3

#mutant busters #digital art #art #sheriff #shooter #vegan su #ryan #steampunk au #ramblings #demonguy rambles #yippee #I just wanted to put them in fancy outfits #then this happened…#:( sigh

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the-zapped-part-timer · 1 year ago

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Penn Zerothon Day 10

The Princess Most Fair👑

My Ramblings:

~The Characters~

Penn Zero:

Boone Wiseman:

Sashi Kobayashi:

Rippen:

Larry:

Dimension(s):

Forms:

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Hail Larry😈

My Ramblings: Sick character episode! And it's Rippen! We get to see his bedroom once again, and his pajamas. We also see Freddy, the stuffed poodle mentioned in the previous episode. So cute!

Larry here to the rescue with alphabet soup with only R's, I's, P's, P's, E's, and N's (and chicken heads)! Find out that Larry got through his security system by using a glove made with... Rippen's fingerprints. This is the first peek at Larry's tendencies. But was for an emergency, like Rippen being sick. He just wants to care for him and make sure he gets his R & R & R. Rest, relaxation, and rapid eye moment.

What does it feel like yo have your eyelids forcibly closed? Must feel weird. Rippen's sick voice is highly amusing.

Here's the other one of those "Larry is strong" scenes, he just tackles the building that is Rippen and pulls him by his feet without a care or showing any struggle. I've pulled people like that, it's not an easy and casual thing you can just do! Larry is strong. Good, the better to hug with.

Rippen also brings up the fact that only he can win to become a full-time villain. Makes sense here, if it's just Larry and he wins, yeah, he would be the full-time villain instead. So that should mean, Boone and Sashi can't win a mission right? Well, can of worms later.

Phyllis is an icon. She'll straight up kill you if you possibly have Pandorian Moon Warts and she'll make molds of your face while you sleep to make a wielding mask.

Mission? Skeletons are going to release Satan from Hell... basically. This episode works as a Halloween episode, I guess. But it was released in April... damn, so close.

Poor bug, he just wanted to make friends, he's not that bad.

AH-RAH TAH-RAH SOL-TA-NI

That axe is straight out of Trollhunters, that goes with Jim's eclipse armor, return that! That's his back-up!

What an awesome entrance for Rip- LARRY! DEMON LARRY! This form is so perfect for Rippen, too bad, it's Larry time! Rippen ain't moving an inch, he threw up in class six times. Now Larry has the tig ol' bitties!

All the skeletons are just deep voiced and drawled out Rippen! I love when he does additional voices.

Also surprised that Larry doesn't call himself Larry, he calls himself Overlord. Just a neat detail.

This could've been the quickest mission in history, but Penn's heart gets the best of him. It's nice to see that he cares but that's definitely gonna bite him in the ass. But, I to, wouldn't want to see my nice principal get stabbed by a bunch of skeletons either.

"A part-time hero saves anyone in need, even his enemies." Penn, you're such a good person, genuinely. I like that this especially since it takes place after "I'm Still Super."

This whole traveling to the stairs thing is adorable as the skeletons like him more and more. Starting to sing along the way.

Oh god, the Rippen's nightmare. I hate this part so much! So it's super effective. I'd be scarred for life too if I was him, I think I am. God, it haunts me. Anyways that yell, huh? Not really a scream. It's funny and kind of cute? Is that the word I'm look for?

Uh oh, Larry's really feeling it now. But not in a "becomes addicted to power and becomes a jerkass" kind of way, he's just juiced up! I love that all the skeletons find him fun, Larry is so proud. And the cute chuckling into devilish, bellowing laughter? ADORE. His widdle fangs...

The Trio will forever be haunted by the fact that they were seconds away from losing to Larry and dying, all thanks to Penn. His screams to are a bit unsettling. This show has such great voice acting from everyone!

Phil, your how old and haven't tried lemon? Same age as Phyllis which is... old.

Rippen is here to save the day! Dang, wanted to see Larry win. That's OK. Larry doesn't care at all that Rippen just pummeled him to the ground and destroyed his axe, just the fact that he's feeling better. What a good friend. Oh, he's crushing him to death with his tig ol' bitties.

And what about "a part-time hero saves anyone in need, even his enemies?" He learned his lesson, let the skele-rip perish.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: The heart on this boy. I'm sure being curious to see what would happen also probably helped fuel his compassion in Larry. All he wanted to do is help Larry out and boost his confidence, can you blame him? Well, yes, actually. They all almost died!

Boone Wiseman: He's there, looking good. Not befriending that giant bug.

Sashi Kobayashi: Penn should have listened to her... but I'm glad he didn't, sorry Sash.

Rippen: I have a headcanon that he's terrified of feet... I wonder why I'd think that!

Larry: Had a blast and almost won through pure glee and joy. I want him to be my boss, I'm looking for a new one.

Dimension(s): The cemetery and the Overlord's crypt looked sick, but we spend must of the time walking back to the top. Don't even see them in a boat!

Forms: Penn? He ate. No crumbs. Everyone go home. Actually, demon Larry? You stay, with your adorable face plastered on the buffest demon in Hell. Boone and Sashi are great, too. Skeleton Rippen? Good till he was basically being turned to dust.

#PZPTH #Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero #Penn Zerothon #The Princess Most Fair #Hail Larry

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bluesthebest · 2 years ago

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Palpitoad

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"Howdy Clay, curious about your little pal here, huh? They got some interesting, albeit, disgusting factoids on some of our past discoveries down the murky lakes with some culture relevance. I’ll let Rotomdex give you the breakdown."

He taps on his pokedex with the pokemon in question showing it on screen and it’s robotic cheery voice comes up.

"Number 536, Palpitoad, the Vibration Pokémon. Semi aquatic, often plays a crucial role in its pokemon ecosystem by controlling insect populations, often seen in Unova located around large swamps. Areas within: Moor of Icirrus, Icirrus city, Route 8 waters, and Pinwheel Forest. They have also been spotted in areas throughout Galar but only in stormy weather, overcast, foggy, or sandstorms. With the exception of Bridge Field and in Kalos through the Friend Safary as of recent date. Their primary source of foods are bug pokemon, including but not limited to: Sewaddles, Karrablast, Shelmet, and many other small insects that dwell in wetlands.

Palpitode has the ability to sense vibrations through its skin and remove debilitating effects when it rains thanks to it’s sticky and webbed layer of mucus that coats it’s entire body. Previously it was discovered that it would actually absorb it into it’s skin and form welts rather than reject it completely, it was a way for it’s body to use as a defense mechanism if it were to be bitten or eaten. Demographical and environmental factors point to this creature being fully water/ poison type once. (product of being exposed to bug types like Venomoth or Spinarak) but was reclassified to water/ ground when it was determined that it had grown into this evolutionary advantage to not only make transport easier through a highly conductive terrain but also counter the large influx of Joltiks and Galvantula giving it’s resistance to electric types and paralyzing slime. Humans have used it's slime for it's effects that had helped create medicine for anti-inflammatory,antivirus, anti-infection, and analgesic or harmful poisons. Be advised not to kiss or lick Palpitode’s or any of it’s evolutionary line, toxins are debilitating and life threatening if consumed in high dosage even if it has significantly reduced over the century.[1] A discovery in Unova region on the outskirts of Mistralton City very close to Moor of icurrus,fossils showing a part of the Palpitode evolutionary line. Akin to many of it’s kind linking back to one predecessor that lived before humans, having an enormous skeleton and completely terapod, with a large mouth and eyes on top of it’s head to see through the murky depths. It could barely see around itself but it’s mouth was large enough to break many shields and swallow most things whole, that was unfortunate enough to step into it’s muddy home. The bones show that it too had welts, or curvature showing traces of it so this trait has been passed down through many of it’s generations. Despite this creatures size has significantly reduced even Seismitoad being only a half of what it used to be.[2]"

"Also doesn't have the giant sharp teeth or stubby legs " Blue interjects.

"It's pre-evolution, Tympole older counterpart had developed unique sound to it’s advantage to navigate and help keep itself withing it's own circle but it also had a rather strange defense mechanism. It's eyes. Mainly the warts around them. Speculation arises that it's warts grew close to it’s face causing them to leak through looking like they're crying when a predator showed up, it's speculated to turn most of them away. Evidence from what could be seen as tissue scars on the mummified specimen, that was fossilized but almost perfectly preserved Tympoles cluster with Palpitoad near them. The Palpitoad itself had curves in areas behind it's eyes but seemed to be able to preform the same action. [3] It’s modern iteration warts grown on the side of it's head with not nearly as much warts, it used its vibration and sounds to help navigate the dark trenches of mud it safely guides itself and many other Tympoles rarely ever found alone, always following a much larger Palpitoad. Method of transport, some would be stuck on Palpitoads' skin as another form of travel. Or inside Seismitoads mouth." [press continue to resume] "

"Alright I'll give it a pause here before it goes on forever. Hope that was informative"

The Rotom hid itself away again.

#pokemon history!#not real at all but related to toads!]#hc #[1] Toads are actually used for this kind of things they are pretty toxic]#[2] this is direct reference to the prehistoric toad/frog the Eryops!#[3] Toads actually have warts in very unexpected places!]#CW: pokemon anatomy #CW: kinda gross #thanks for the ask!#quakingclay

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voraciousvore · 2 years ago

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In the Belly of the Giant (22/39)

Chapter 22

The giant opened his hand to examine the tiny man he had snatched up off the pavement. The human tried to dash away, but the giant caught his limbs with his fingers so he couldn’t escape. Dr. Rajak had, in his panic, forgotten about the police, the other humans, his objective, everything. He struggled madly until he wore himself out.

“Huh,” the giant holding him muttered, prodding him with his fingers experimentally.

“What? What’s the matter?” the giant who was driving asked, turning his head away from the road momentarily. He was a corpulent man with warts on his face and prominent jowls.

The other giant pulled off the black mask he was wearing to conceal his identity from the security cameras, so that he could see better. Dr. Rajak felt his guts twist up when he saw the giant’s distinctive face, layered with pockmarks and scruff. He was a perfect match to the man in the photograph that Joey had showed him at the police station earlier: Jake the Snake. Jake wasn’t gentle with the doctor at all as he roughly turned him over in his hand and tugged on his limbs.

“This human isn’t a student,” he observed. “He’s an adult.” He lifted up the doctor by the back of his shirt and dangled him up in front of his immense face, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. The doctor cringed away and whimpered with fear.

“So what?” the giant driver commented. “He might not be worth as much as a young woman, but he’ll still sell for thousands.”

“It’s fishy,” Jake answered. He pinched Dr. Rajak around the midsection between two fingers. “You, human. What were you doing out there by the school, this late at night?”

For a brief moment, Dr. Rajak’s mind went completely blank. He forgot how to talk and gaped stupidly at the menacing giant looming above him. Jake put pressure on his torso to remind him who was in control and the doctor squeaked in pain.

“I-I work at the school!” he gasped. “I just got hired as a counselor there.” He now understood and was grateful for Joey’s foresight in giving him a plausible excuse. He didn’t have to work as hard to come up with a persuasive lie under pressure. “I was just out for a late-night walk to de-stress. I couldn’t sleep.”

Jake stared at him for a long time, making the poor man sweat with the tension. “Hmph.” He didn’t seem entirely convinced. He picked at the human’s shirt, as if looking for a wire. “You’re not bugged, are you?”

Dr. Rajak played dumb and scared, which wasn’t difficult in his current state of mind. “W-what? What do you mean?” Jake ignored him and tore his shirt off his body. He rolled it in his fingers, feeling for anything out of place. He opened the car window and flicked the ruined shirt outside.

“You don’t really think it’s a set-up, do you?” the driver asked. “I doubt the giant police give enough of a shit to care about kidnapped humans. They’ve never gone after us before.”

“Perhaps not,” Jake grunted. “But it can’t hurt to be careful.” He directed his scornful eyes back down to the tiny man trapped in his hand. “You. Take your clothes off. All of them.” He dropped the doctor onto his knee and glowered at him expectantly.

Dr. Rajak felt a bolt of fear. His worst nightmare for what could go wrong was unfolding right in front of him. “A-are you serious?” he stammered, before realizing what a terrible idea it was to talk back.

Jake gave him a searing glare. “Now, you filthy worm! Unless you want me to rip them off for you, along with your legs!”

Dr. Rajak tried not to panic. His mind raced to come up with a solution. If they found out he had trackers in his shoes, he’d be dead. But, if the giant defenestrated the rest of his clothes with his shoes, he’d be doomed, perhaps to a fate even worse than death. He stalled by pretending to struggle with untying his shoes and unbuckling his belt. Jake watched him the whole time intently, like a hawk.

By pure chance, the car hit a bump in the road which broke Jake’s concentration for a split second. Thinking fast, Dr. Rajak pretended to lose his balance and with the smallest movement of his leg kicked one of his loose untied shoes off his foot so it plummeted to the floor, hopefully out of sight. He said a silent prayer of thanks that his shoes happened to be too big for his feet, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have been able to pull off the maneuver. He acted as if nothing had happened and stripped the rest of his clothes off. In the present moment, he was too afraid to be embarrassed by his nudity. His adrenaline was pumping with anxiety. He hastily wadded up his clothes in a heap, trying to hide the fact that one shoe was missing, and presented them to the giant.

Jake plucked up the bundle of clothes and crushed them around in his fingers, just like he did with the shirt. Dr. Rajak was sweating balls from the tension as Jake examined his clothing for anything suspect. After what felt like an eternity, Jake tossed the rest of his clothing out the window. Dr. Rajak repressed a sigh of relief; he didn’t want to expose his subterfuge. He was grateful that human shoes were infinitesimal when compared to a giant, scarcely noticeable at all. He had to hold on to the hope that the police could still track him with only one shoe.

“Well, if he wasn’t clean before, he’s certainly clean now,” Jake remarked. Dr. Rajak self-consciously covered his crotch with his hands and reddened. Jake looked at him coldly, with disgust, as if it was his own fault that he had been forced to strip. Since Dr. Rajak was a doctor, he was more comfortable with nudity than most people, but under the circumstances he felt exceedingly distressed. He felt dehumanized, vulnerable, and humiliated. He wanted his clothes back, or at least some covering to conceal his manhood. Jake was indifferent to his plight and ignored him. The doctor sat awkwardly on the giant’s knee, trying not to fall off with the wide motions of the automobile as it drove. He couldn’t do anything anyways. He was encased in a giant, moving vehicle, with no way to open the enormous door. Even if he ran, he had nowhere to go inside the car, nowhere to hide.

Jake looked down his nose at the human perched precariously on his knee, and the faintest shadow of a smirk crossed his lips. “They call me Jake the Snake. Do you want to know why?” The doctor stared up at him nervously, not saying anything. Jake leaned over him ominously and bared his yellow teeth. “Because, like a snake, I crush the life out of my prey and swallow it whole.” The doctor went pale. He had heard of giants eating humans for pleasure, but he had never encountered anyone who did such a thing in the flesh—at least, not to his knowledge. His mission wouldn’t be much of a success if he was eaten before the cops could rescue him.

“You don’t want to mess with me,” Jake continued with venom dripping from every word. He cracked his knuckles and placed his huge hand on his leg next to the doctor in an intimidating gesture. The doctor looked down at his big, ridged fingernails crusted with dirt. “You try to fight or talk back like you did earlier, and I’ll make you wish you’d never been brought into this miserable world. Do I make myself clear?” At a loss for words, the doctor could only gawk and nod his head. Jake leaned back in his seat and stared out the window. The doctor wiped off the sweat beading on his forehead with his arm. This giant terrified him, with what he was capable of. He had no doubt Jake would have no problem ripping his head off, smashing his bones, or tearing his body in half in a bloody spectacle if he angered him.

Dr. Rajak wasn’t high up enough to see well out the windows of the car, but he suspected with a sinking feeling he had a general idea where they were headed. He could see some of the taller apartment buildings, dimly illuminated from below by the streetlights, as they drove by. The buildings were in considerable disrepair, with crumbling bricks and shattered windows in several places. They must be entering the rough side of town, an area he was sure to avoid due to the criminal element omnipresent in the space. As a human, that area of town was too hazardous for him to enter, and now he was unfortunate enough to be in the clutches of those willing to sell him there for an exorbitant price: To whom, and for what purpose, he didn’t want to know. He felt horrible for the victims that didn’t have the support of the police like he did.

The apartment buildings were soon supplanted by rusty metal warehouses. The car crept to a stop in the secluded gravel lot outside the gang's hangout. Dr. Rajak, not knowing where he was or what was going to happen, was sick with fear. He might end up in serious trouble if they took him to another undisclosed location, since he no longer had trackers on his person. His shoe that ostensibly showed his location was stuck with the car. He just had to hope that the police could figure it out and find him.

Jake looked down at the naked man with the upmost disdain before grabbing him by the chest between his fingers, not wanting to touch him anywhere else. He exited the car and shut the door with force, making Dr. Rajak flinch. The fat giant hauled himself out of the driver's side, breathing heavily, and followed Jake as he approached the warehouse. The doctor wriggled a bit, but a stern warning squeeze from Jake’s fingers made him go limp. His heart was pounding. He looked up at the sky and wondered if this was the last time he would ever see the stars.

The two giant kidnappers entered the dilapidated warehouse, and Dr. Rajak was greeted with the same grim sight that Eren had witnessed, while being carried by the same giant: the human cages on the far wall, the stacks of drugs wrapped up in bricks, the crates of supplies, the giant thugs armed to the teeth and rippling with muscle. The doctor realized right away what the cages were intended to hold and fervently hoped the missing teenagers would be found there by the police. In the dim light provided by flickering bulbs hanging from the ceiling, he couldn’t see much beyond a few small moving forms within some of the cages.

Jake moved with purpose towards a corner of the warehouse with a table and chairs. Dr. Rajak saw a hulking gorilla of a giant, tall and sturdy, sitting at the table. With his pinstripe suit, goatee, thick eyebrows, and chunky cigar, he looked like an embodiment of the devil himself. All he needed to complete the look was a set of horns.

“Mr. Greenwood!” Jake called. “We had a successful haul tonight.” He dropped his prey carelessly onto the table for his boss to examine. Dr. Rajak cowered and shook, uncomfortable with all the huge, hostile giants looming over him, with their unfeeling eyes turned down towards him.

Mr. Greenwood stuck his cigar between his teeth, put his hands on the table, and moved his gigantic face closer, causing Dr. Rajak to recoil back. The bulky giant raised an eyebrow with a grimace. “Why is he naked? Did you catch him like that?”

“I thought he looked suspicious, so I checked him for bugs,” Jake explained. “I threw out his clothes just in case. I figure if he’s stark naked, he can’t hide anything.”

“Hmm. Fair enough,” Mr. Greenwood said. “We usually disrobe the human prisoners regardless. You know what to do. Clean him up and stick a harness on him. Actually, I think I might have a buyer who’d be interested in him, since we don’t usually get adult males as often. I’ll call him up and see if we can set up the sale. Maybe we can make a few extra thousand tonight.”

Jake’s existence revolved around money, the root of his degeneracy, so he eagerly scooped up the human and went through the process of preparing him for sale. Dr. Rajak felt hopelessness and despair wash over him as he was rinsed off in the rusty metal sink with frigid water, forced into a restrictive harness, and locked up in one of the cages like an animal. He prayed that the police would rescue him before it was too late, and he was sold and taken far away where nobody would be able to find him.

Chapter 23

Chapter 1

#g/t fearplay #g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #g/t writing #giant tiny #size difference #in the belly of the giant

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Talo

Birds chirped, bugs buzzed, goblins gobbed, and Talo sat. As the professor in charge of her classroom went on with his lesson, she sat and watched out the window at all of the activity she was being excluded from. She had stopped paying attention once their last assignment had been returned to them, the professor had most likely said everything vital to the lesson and she would get the rest from her friends after school, right now she was watching out the window and nursing her empty stomach. Everything seemed to know it was time for food, the bugs got nectar, the birds got bugs, the goblins got whatever birds weren't fast enough, and all she had to look forward to was cold noodles; everything knew it was food time, everything but her teacher who kept talking and talking and there was the bell ringing that she waited for all day. She shoved her books into her bag, with the unextraordinary paper with them, going at the same pace as all of the other students so as to not betray her haste to eat. She was nearly the last in the room by virtue of her seat placement, her friends dawdling so they could walk to the benches and eat together, but the professor called out to her before she could safely pretend she hadn't heard him. "Miss Biali," Talo stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him, "yes, you are the Miss Biali I was talking to. Take a seat, we need to talk." She looked to her friends.

"I'll meet you out there," Talo apologized to them.

"It's alright, we can wait a little bit," Riaka, the sweetest one among the group, responded and they left Talo behind in the classroom.

"Talo'ara," the professor, Mr. Sturmhun, began, "may I call you Talo?" Silence from her, implicit permission to him. "What's wrong with you, Talo?" He asked, causing her to flinch at the tone. "I see this wonderful young woman, so much potential, walk into my classroom and just sit there like a wart on an Ogre's back. How much time did you actually spend on the last assignment?"

"uh...."

"Be honest, Talo, law magic can discover the truth but I want to hear it from your own lips." He said, tapping the side of his desk in a rhythmic fashion. His military uniform with blue and white cuffs confirmed his assertion, and Talo had seen the head master who wore the same garb draw the truth from an unruly student with magic so she had little cause to lie.

"A....night?" She asked, seeing if he would accept that answer and his tapping stopped with a smile spreading across his face.

"A night," He stood up to his full height, he had the frame of a former warrior who spent all his time reading, "and you spend all your time on your carvings, don't you?" It was rhetorical , he didn't need her to answer since she had sold him one of her carvings at the festival earlier in the year. "Talo, it befuddles me how much time you devote towards crafting, and it amazes me to think how much you would accomplish if you put that energy towards something worthwhile like magic."

"It's worthwhile," she objected quietly, "my dad taught me how to do it."

"Ah, yes, you're from the flatlands, a very earthy people." He sat down once more, the smile gone. "Do you know where my name is from? I was born in highmount, once I was a lot like you Talo, I thought I would go back to Highmount and be a miner like my father, and his father. You can see I chose to aspire to something more than my lineage , I followed the path of Admistrum to learn magic and be better than I was." Talo was fidgeting uncomfortably by that point, the professor either didn't notice or didn't care. "I'm sure you have the aptitude to use magic, it doesn't even have to be blue or white, try red or green for example."

"I.. don't know," she looked nervously to her friends who were waiting outside the room, as if they could support her somehow.

"Look," he sighed and polished his glasses," I'm sorry, I'm sure I came on too forcefully, but that's only because I think you're wasting literally limitless potential. You can go, but I want you to think about what I told you, Talo'ara: this is the spring of your life and it's called that because the seeds you plant now will be what you live with for the rest of your life. Go, be a kid out there, doing kid things." With that, Talo did a quick bow to him and went out of the door before her could change his mind.

Outside she repeated what had happened to her friends and they offered platitudes about how he was being a jerk, and then conversation moved onto gossip and news from among the clubs but Talo dwelled on what Professor Sturmhun had said to her. "What do you think," Raban, the leonin among the group asked her as she too was left behind by the conversation, "people are saying the goblins burned down their dormitories again." It was a prompt to some of the news, since it seemed obvious Talo wasn't paying attention.

"Well," she thought back to what she knew of goblins, "that is sort of what goblins do, right?"

"I'unno," Raban leaned back in the seat, "goblins party and fight, but I didin hear anything that would start a fire last night, Goblin fires are loud," she emphasized.

"Doesn't Jorge's Pact prevent us from going to war?" Talo asked, she did not pay attention in history class but she thought Jorge, the millennial ruler who was said to return from something something eternity, laid down a magical pact across the world that something something stopped the fighting.

"As long as the city of Asimdean stands, yeah," Raban yawned, infecting Talo with her own drowsiness or perhaps just being the catalyst for her own realization. "Probably nothing big, just keep an eye out, yeah?"

Asimdean, she was told it was the at the center of Asimdea as laid out by Jorge to something something, Talo wondered how a city could fall if no one could war but those thoughts were pushed out of her mind with her friends starting to disperse. "Yeah," she finally responded to Raban, "you too." She bid farewell to her friends and set off down the mesa towards her dormitory since her parents couldn't afford to set her up in apartments.

Reaching the road that would take her down from the academy section of the city, a malicious breeze picked up and scooped the hat off her head only to deposit it on a branch overlooking the river that run through the city below. "...." She looked in horror as the cap, not that nice, and the button her mom bought her, the object of real value, dangled over the city threatening to be lost forever. "You can do this," she pumped herself up and moved towards the ledge, putting down her bookbag before reaching out and trying to grab the hat from the road. Almost there, if she had a few more inches, and she leaned on the branch as her hand creeped closer to the hat. Not quite, Talo could practically feel the fabric on the hat and she just needed to edge a little closer to rescue her beloved button and the hat it was attached to, and she put a leg on the branch. Most of her body was on the branch when she grabbed the hat finally "Yes!" She cheered and everything seemed to slow for a second as the branch gave way from under her and the hat slipped from her loose grasp as the hands of gravity pulled her down. The thoughts that went through her head were, in said order, 'Oh no, the hat' 'I'm falling' 'oh shit, I'm falling' and 'I'm going to die here!'. As her mortality and how it was about to end occurred to her, the world beneath her peeled away plummeting Talo into an inky darkness and a sudden jolt knocked her out.

The next thing she knew, she was immobile in a bed and staring up at a rather plain ceiling. She cried out in pain when she tried to move her arm and the limb remained at her side. "Ah," She could hear a door open and plodding footsteps, "you yet live." An old and tired voice, one she couldn't place. "I was worried, that the fates crashed you into my garden as a cruel joke." a chair squeaked as weight was put on it.

"Wher- where am I?" She mustered, breathing was painful.

"Jukai Forest, of course," the wilting voice said.

"I-I want to go home," she vocalized in a crying voice, not the dormitory but to the farmstead she grew up on where no one pushed you to learn magic. She wanted the smell of bread in her nostrils and a day filled with hard work being paid by supper, she wanted to see the elves from the gladelands come to trade their trinkets in the town market. Talo could feel her homesickness taking its grip on her but the pain shattered her thoughts long enough for the grip to fade

"Home is a long way off," the crinkling voice responded, "and I can show you how to get there in time, but as it is you are lucky to be alive." She heard the chair being relieved of weight and shuffling over to her bed. A man with a face like a prune looked over the young girl, was this the old man the voice belonged to? His features did not soften at her apparent pain. "Let me teach you, and I will heal your body and show you the way home when the time is right."

"please," she muttered, she wanted to go home and she wanted to stop hurting. With her consent, the old man placed his hands on her chest and the pain that caused was overcome by white mana knitting her broken body back together. Talo gasped for breath as he removed his hands, every part of her body feeling like she had woken up from a pleasant nap. "Where am I?" She asked still frightened, she knew enough forests around her home and Asimdean to know Jukai Forest wasn't one of them.

A tired old chuckle came from the old man. "Kamigawa and my name is Tendo Jubei," he stepped away and motioned for her to get out of bed, "You had the good fortune to fall into another world instead of wherever you would have fallen. Come now, you have much to learn if you want to go home again." He exited the room without another word and Talo managed to stand up and follow him. For a few weeks, he assigned her chores around the house, as a means to repay him for saving her life according to the Jubei. Talo was confused when he would tell her not to rely on magic for completing tasks but never brought the fact that it would be hard for her to rely on magic because hey, no need to lower expectations.

Weeks passed and he called Talo out to the garden, she had on garb he had told her to make from supplies given. "Talo'ara, I told you that I would show you how to go home, and I am a man of my word." He was sitting on a stone bench built on one side of the garden, holding his cane in his lap. "Stand up, and reach out to the mana in the land."

"...." She looked at him, spreading her arms to see if that would help. All those times she hadn't told him she couldn't use magic, maybe it would have been actually helpful to tell him. "Um...." her arms shook as she tried to force herself to form connections with the ground, but to no avail."I...can't" she admitted, defeated by the instructions so simply dispensed by Jubei.

A moment of silence followed by a smile spreading across the old man's face, a hoarse chorus of laughter, and Talo's face reddening. "I've been praising your inability it seems," another round of laughter, Talo buried her face in her sleeves, "countless mages I have known, try to breach the fabric between worlds with no success and yet here you are, accomplishing more through coincidence and luck than lifetimes of research." He was slapping his knee at that point and Talo was wishing she could drop dead in front of this one man audience. "Ah," he caught his breath, "looks like I will have to teach you more fully before I can fulfill my promise. Calm yourself, young lady, if this is the worst embarrassment you suffer then consider yourself lucky." He pushed himself up with his cane and began making his way towards the house "Come now, Talo'ara, you still have much to learn."

It started with him teaching her how to tap into the land around her for mana and form bonds with the lands, then harnessing that mana and converting it into spells. A mouse beset by a small dragon grew to meet its foe through Talo's magic, and a devoted warrior born from white mana answered when she reached out for it. Jubei taught her of Kamigawa and its history throughout her training, weaving lessons of bushido from each story to help her in her journey. He told her of the Kami War, ignited through hubris and good intentions of an ultimately foolish man, so that she must act towards the natural world only through wisdom and humility. Through the teachings and lessons in swordplay, Talo learned the way of the samurai and how to act with honor. Among his final lessons were the Champions, Betrayers, and Saviors of Kamigawa along with the battles they fought and their fates.

Many years later, She entered the same room she woke up in with a tray of tea in hand. Jubei had fallen the previous week and taken ill, and the old man had rebuffed any of her attempts to heal him using her magic. "You're still here," he chuckled hoarsely as he sat up in bed," what happened to the little girl who wanted to go home?"

She placed the tray into his lap and took her place on the chair. "You never taught me how to, and every time I asked, you went off on another Lesson." She had wanted desperately to go home many times during the years, and felt the pull of her home on her heart but remained confident that Jubei would fulfill his promise and that thought kept her at his side long enough for loyalty to replace it. "Master," a word she hardly ever used anymore, he insisted on it early on but as time went by it was a titles that fell by the wayside, "why won't you let me heal you? I know how."

He laughed some which drew coughing, and he placed the tea he was holding back onto the tray to avoid spilling it. "I have lived a long time, and without magic I would have passed long ago. Here is my final lesson; we are beings known as planeswalkers, you and I, and there are many more like us. Once upon a time, before you were born, before the rifts threatened to consume every world, we were comparable to gods and many acted as such but we've since been cast back to being mortals as it should be." He took a sip of tea, possibly waiting to see if she would react but she didn't. "When I found you crashed in my garden, I took you in so I could pass my teachings on and so the lessons I learned from the Kami War wouldn't die with me. Now I can die without regrets, Talo'ara, and you can in time find your own students and teach them as I have taught you." Talo had steeled her expression, not wanting to look up at him for fear that she might cry if she looked upon his face. "Speak, my student."

"I- I don't want you to die, Jubei," she told him with a crack in her voice," I don't know what to do."

"You will travel the planes on the multiverse, following your own heart. You are a good person, Talo'ara, that much I know of you; if you weren't I might have just mended your bones and sent you on your way." He coughed more after the laughter but Talo looked at him nervously.

"You would have taught me how to go home right away?" A slight pain down in her heart resonated with those words.

"Or I would have taken you to one of Kamigawa's cities and left you there, but I believe having a spark ties us each to something greater and that something brought you to me." He set the tray aside and shifted so his entire body as facing her. "Reach out to your home, Talo, conjure the memory and give it shape in your mind, then will yourself there using mana; that's how you planeswalk."

"Thank you Master," she stood and bowed to him.

"Not, yet." he held up his hand to her. "I have one last gift for you, a gift for graduation as it were." He coughed once more, his body wracking. "My armor and my house, while we had gone into town a month back, I had the armor fitted for you and the estate put in your name. Once I pass, they'll be yours to do with as you wish."

"You shouldn't have," she said with a reddening face.

"But I did, now calm yourself girl." He laughed and shifted himself back into bed. "Now go on, I want to see my one successful student in their armor, should do my old heart some good." Talo collected the tray and its contents before leaving the room as she had for the past week. She debated whether she should don the armor as he wished, or hope that not doing it would keep him alive for a few more days; but quickly admonished herself for such thoughts. When she entered the room again, Talo was clad in the refitted and cleaned armor. "Hah, such a butch woman." Jubei's laugh was cut short by another coughing fit. "I would have no other person carry on my legacy."

"You never taught me how to pretty up, so you are the only one to blame for having a butch woman as a student." She replied to him, he had made fun of her enough over the years she figured she should get at least one barb in.

"So it is, I will teach you in the morning I suppose, but now I rest. Go, my student, you still have much to learn." With that, Jubei waved her out of the room and closed his eyes, Talo closed the door behind her.

He passed during the night and when she found him at first sunrise, Talo took it upon herself to clean him, dress him in formal garb, and wrap him clean sheets before burying him in the garden he loved so much. By mid-afternoon, Jubei was buried in the ground and Talo's eyes were red, but she had accomplished the task by hand as he would have liked. The rest of the day was spent getting everything in order, cleaning pans and the sheets Jubei had died in, donning the armor he gave her, and finally locking all of the doors to the estate. Evening had come and surrounded by the blackening forest, Talo reached out to her home and the farmstead, the tall fields of golden wheat, and she felt herself being swirled up before being deposited on a country road.

It was early evening, everything had a golden feel to it, and Talo tried to recognize and find where her house was but the instinct that she had hoped would lead her home wasn't there anymore. She resolved to find her parents once more and approached the door of the nearest house with boldness, hoping that the inhabitants would point her in the right direction, and wrapped on the door three times. Seconds passed and Talo considered knocking again, but an older woman with a nervous look about her opened the door slightly "Yes?" Talo could feel the fear in her voice and decided it wasn't uncalled for due to her strange armor.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you this evening, but I have traveled a long way and I am looking for the Biali household. I remember they lived in this area when I visited last." She said in her softest tone. The door opened more and she could see more of the old woman.

"Oh, they haven't been here in many years, young lady." As the words left her mouth, Talo's face must have dropped. "They moved about a year after their daughter died going to school."

"Do you know where they are?" Desperation entered her voice with these words, how much the world had changed since she had left.

"Holeste," the old woman responded, "I saw them a few weeks ago during the festival." She moved to the side and motioned for Talo to come in "Come in, I'll put some tea on and you can rest."

"I mustn't, I need to find them soon as possible."

"Nonsense," She took the samurai by the hand and led her into the house, "you said you had traveled a long ways and they'll still be there in the morning. You'll eat and you'll rest for now, the road's dangerous for young women at night you know." The old woman left Talo behind in the main room to go fix some food and she took that time to look around at all the memories displayed in trinkets and carvings along the wall. Her eyes lit up on a carved figure, poorly done with plenty of rough edges, she had given this to Riaka before they had gone to the city to learn. Talo picked it up, turning it over in her gloved hands to find the inscription on the bottom they had done. "My daughter gave that to me, it was a memento from little Talo'ara, the Biali's daughter." A pain gripped Talo's heart as she put the figure where she found it and sat down at the table.

"You're Riaka's mother?" She asked and took the tea she was offered.

"You know her?"

"I did, she was always such a sweet girl," Talo replied, putting the cup down after a sip.

The old woman, Mrs. Poleen sat down with a heavy look in her eyes and a sad smile. "She is a good girl, it's good to find someone who remembers her before she became an Officiate." She looked back to the figurine and took a drink from her tea. "It becomes hard for people to remember how sweet she was when they see her now."

"I'm sure she's still a good person," Talo responded, trying to cheer her old friend's mother up with a smile.

"She is, but she isn't surrounded by good people and when you spend your days fighting, people don't see the sweet girl inside." Tears ran down her cheek as she kept speaking and Talo put her gloved hand over the old woman's hand. "I'm sorry, you didn't come to hear my tales of sadness."

"Don't be, you invited a stranger into your house as a guest and gave her food. Nothing you've done requires apology." She said, squeezing her hand lightly.

"I would never let a stranger into my home," Mrs. Poleen said and Talo removed her hand out of instinct and shock, "you look just like your mother, Talo'ara." At least it wasn't a trap, or at least Talo didn't get that sense. "It's been how long?"

"Years," she said, leaning back in the chair. A deep guilt ran over her, feeling like she could have returned sooner and seen her parents all those times but some sense of duty kept her on Kamigawa too long. "I'm sorry about Riaka, if I'd been there for her..."

"You would have been in the same position, or similar," Mrs. Poleen told her, "I still love Riaka very much, and part of that is knowing that she chose her own future." The rest of the tea time passed in silence and after it was done, Mrs. Poleen made a bed for Talo in one of the unused rooms before bidding her a good night.

Talo sat up on the bed looking out the window, wondering what else changed while she was training with Jubei and scolding herself for thinking that going home would be as simple as showing up on her parent's doorstep and being like 'surprise, I'm not dead! I would have written but you know, being on another plane complicated that... oh there are multiple worlds out there by the way, just thought you should know!" Once many years and another life ago, she would have been home and content to work the farm and live a simple life; but now, her home was in the Jukai forest on Kamigawa and she was but a visitor to this world. She quieted her despair, knowing that no good could come from dwelling on what could have been, and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Talo woke and had breakfast with Mrs. Poleen where she learned of the events of the plane since her ignition. In exchange for the hospitality, Talo told her of the planes and her time on Kamigawa, of Tendo Jubei and the lessons he taught her over the years when she was absent from Asimdea. "I don't know if I can believe that," the old woman said after Talo finished recounting her tale and the samurai stood up.

"You don't have to, I suppose," Talo said as she gathered the plates, "but that is my story as I have seen it." She accompanied Mrs. Poleen to the kitchen where she helped clean. "Do you know how to use magic, Mrs. Poleen?" She asked off hand.

"Oh, Riaka tried to teach me a year or two after you left, but I've never been good beyond a few tricks." She said with a slight laugh. "She wanted to teach me, but the only lands I could ever feel are the forests and plains around the farmstead." She put a plate up after drying it off. "Even then, I doubt you could call it real magic."

"I have a spell you might try," She said and helped finish the cleaning, when that was done Talo led Mrs. Poleen into the main room much as she had done the night before. There she tried to condense the spell into its most basic form of how to convey it, she told much the same story Jubei told her, recounting the details of the beginning of the Battle of Silk. By the end of the story, she had hopefully conveyed how Mrs. Poleen might use magic to summon her from wherver she wandered and that Talo would come quickly as possible.

"Thank you, though I don't know if I'll ever be able to cast like you and I hope I won't need to." Mrs. Poleen said, slightly happier than she had been the previous night.

"Then try," Talo told her, "you never accomplish anything if you don't think you can." The old woman said her words and pulled from the lands around her and Talo felt a brief tugging at her being like she did when she was walking. "I hope you won't have to use it Mrs. Poleen, but if you do: I will come." She went into the room she had slept to don her armor and set off.

"Are you going to Holeste?" Mrs. Poleen asked, following her to the door. "They would be overjoyed to see you."

Guilt gnawed at Talo as she thought of her parents and then her plans. "One day I'll go," she responded, "but I don't know how the world or the Council would react to the Multiverse if they found out. Please, do not tell them if you see them before I do, do not tell anyone of me or what I told you lest I put you in danger."

"What will you being doing then?" Mrs. Poleen posed the final question of their meeting. "I...I need to go, there is still much I need to learn before I return home." Talo told the old woman before anchoring herself to the blind eternities, just feeling for anywhere to go but here, she was through the door and in a flurry of petals made from the aether she was gone.

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25 | Worry Wart

Series: Purpose

Paring: Chris Halliwell x OFC!

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

With arms wide open under the sunlight Welcome to this place, I'll show you everything With arms wide open, now everything has changed I'll show you love, I'll show you everything

"Where are you going?" Chris orbs into the bathroom as Cassie changes clothes.

"Damn it, Chris!" She slaps him after pulling her shirt down all the way.

"What?" He rubs where she hit him.

"One; I'm changing. Two; no orbing in the bathroom! But I'm going with Piper and Paige to the doctors." She brushes her hair now.

"Sorry but I've seen you in less before..." He says making her glare at him while he smiles.

"First off I didn't take my shirt off. You orbed it off me." She adds.

"You ripped my shirt open first!" Cassie quickly cover his mouth.

"Shh!" She punches his chest.

"Sorry." He huffs.

"What's wrong with you?" She tilts her head at his mood change.

"I'm just worried about mom."

Cassie closes her eyes placing her hands on his shoulders, "She's gonna be fine, Chris. We're just going to get a check up on baby you." She reassures him, "Now, move so I can go downstairs." She gives him a smile.

"First things first." He crosses his arms.

"God you are so annoying now." She complains leaning up to give him a kiss.

"You still love me." He orbs out.

"Did he orb in on you?" Piper asks as Cassie comes out of the bathroom.

"Yep, He's worried about you."

"We're just going to the doctors." She said as they walk downstairs meeting up with Paige.

At the doctors he tells Piper she's having a healthy baby boy which they already knew. On the way out of the room a woman catches Cassie's eye making her stop as she walks past them. "What's wrong, honey?" Piper turns to look at her then at the woman she was watching walk away.

"That was my mom. She dies giving birth to me, so I never get to see her except through pictures." Cassie tears up.

"Oh, sweetheart." Piper places her hand on Cassie's back.

"Why don't you go say hi as a stranger?" Paige suggests.

"I can't."

"Just do it, Cassie. It's be good for you. We'll wait at the elevator for you." Piper leaves so Cassie goes towards her mom.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" She walks up to her.

"Hel-," The woman turns to face Cassie and stares at her, "How?" She tilts her head looking at Cassie.

"Huh?" Cassie says confused.

"Cassie." She smiles making Cassie confused.

"How do you know?"

"My gift that you'll get when your born. You are so beautiful. It's ashamed that we won't see you grow up." She rubs her belly.

"Of course you know. I mean Aunt Char said it on Wyatt's birthday too." I tear up.

"That's why she was smiling so much when she got back. But they all end that way for me. It's good to see you. I'm sure you're here in the past for a different reason so I shouldn't bug you." She smiles then gives Cassie a hug before going to the doctor.

As Cassie rejoins Piper and Paige she sees, Piper froze the room. "Piper, that is not a good enough reason to freeze people. Cassie, how was it?" Paige asks.

"She knew who I was. She has the same gift as I do seeing the future and stuff." She says as the elevator doors open. Piper unfreezes the people and walks in with Cassie behind her as Paige helps a lady.

"No wonder Chris grows up to be such a neurotic little freak." The elevator doors close. "So you excited?" Paige asks Piper.

"About what?" She asks confused.

"About what the doctor said. That it's gonna be a healthy baby." She tells her.

"Well, I know he's healthy. I've seen him twenty-two and walking around." Piper says making Cassie laugh.

"Well, you never know, something could happen." Paige tells her.

"Oh, don't be such a worry wart. Now you're starting to sound like..." Chris orbs in, "Chris." Piper finishes her sentence.

"Oh, I like your hair like that." Cassie smiles at him.

"Okay, if this is about demons, I don't wanna hear it, 'cause I am on my lunch break." Paige tells him.

"No, no, no, I just wanted to know how it went with the doctor." He tell them.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that you're a boy." Piper holds up an ultrasound picture.

"That's not what I meant." He tells her.

"I don't see it." Paige looks at the picture.

"Oh, see, it's this little thing right here." Piper points it out.

"Whoa!" Chris snatches the picture off her, "Excuse me. Do you mind?" He says making Cassie laugh.

"It's right here." She point it out as he looks at the picture.

"Cassie. Don't." He whines making the sisters laugh.

"You looked confused. Plus why can't I point it out to you on paper, but you orb in on me getting dressed?" She raises an eyebrow at him.

"You had clothing on still. Baby me in this picture is completely naked." He flaps the picture around.

The elevator doors open and they all walk out, "Why are you so edgy, anyway? Relax." Piper tells him.

"Well, it's not me in there I was thinking about, it's you. I'm just making sure you're okay." He tells her.

"See, that's where I'd ask for money to go to the movies." Paige adds.

"Very funny. Actually, in the future, you're the one I go to for money." Chris tells her.

"Ooh, why, am I rich?" Paige asks making Cassie giggle.

"I can't tell you that." He tells her.

"What about me? I'm your mother. Why didn't you come to me for money?" Piper wants to know.

"Because I don't want to bother you, you'll have too much to deal with." He adds.

"What about your dad?" Piper asks.

"Uh, Leo's not much of a factor." Chris tells them.

"What does that mean?" Paige asks.

"He'd rather not talk about it." Cassie speaks up now.

"Future consequences?" Piper looks at him.

"More like future issues." He looks back at her.

"Ooh, father-son problems." Paige smirks.

"I have an idea, let's change the subject." He suggests.

"To what?"

A woman drops in front of them from the roof and Chris pulls Piper out of the way. "Extinguisher!" The fire extinguisher flies towards the woman and she jumps over it. Piper tries to blow her up but she turns into a spider and runs away.

Cassie whine because she hates spiders, "You guys okay?" She asks seeing Chris touch his neck.

"I don't know. Am I?" They all look at three scratches on his neck. "Am I?" He looks down at Piper's belly.

"I don't know." She says too.

Back at the manor Cassie get a cloth handing it to Piper so she can dab Chris's wound while Paige is looking through the Book of Shadows. "So I'm okay, right? I mean, mini me in there?" Chris asks his mom.

"Well, if he wasn't, I think you'd be the first to know. Now, sit still." She tells him.

"Well, then why were you so worried back there?" He asks her.

"I wasn't worried. Alright, I was a little worried about the force field." She lets him know.

"What force field?" He asks confused.

"The one she had when she was pregnant with Wyatt." Paige speaks up.

"Wait, you had a force field with Wyatt but not with me?" Chris gets salty.

"Well, I didn't have one, he had one. It was all his doing." Piper explains.

"From the womb? He had powers from the womb? That's unbelievable! It's not like I don't have an inferiority complex with him already. Thank you." Cassie tries not to laugh at him.

"Did you find that demon yet?" Cassie asks Paige.

"Yes, actually, I did. It's the Spider Demon. An evil creature that emerges from its hidden lair every hundred years, to capture and feed off the most powerful and magical demon it can detect. In this case that would be you." Paige joins them with the book.

"And me. Sorta." Chris adds as they look at him.

"You must be so proud." Piper tells him.

"It's kinda creepy how she knew to lay a trap for you. Obviously she didn't count on us being there." Paige tells her.

"Well, at least there's a vanquishing potion here. Okay, what do you say we make this eight-legged freak wish it'd never been hatched." Piper gets ready to get to work.

"Whoa, hold it. You are not going anywhere, mom, this is way too risky." Chris stops her.

"He's actually right. Without the Wyatt force field thing." Paige adds.

"Okay, do you have to keep rubbing that in?" It annoys him more.

"Aren't there any therapists in the future?" Paige asks with a smile.

"We need Phoebe." Chris tells them.

"No, I don't want to interrupt her date with Mark." Piper tells him.

"Actually, it's Mike this week." Paige corrects her.

"No, it's Mitch." Cassie correct them.

"Who cares, we need her." Chris tells them.

"Ever since she had that vision thing in magic school, you know, the one about a demon-free life, and her being with child, she's kind of been on that whole future thing." Paige explains.

"And she wishes to accomplish that by speed dating?" Piper and Cassie notice the Chris's wound was bugging him.

"So does that book say anything about that spider being poisonous?" Cassie asks worried about him and they all just look at each other.

They all go to the kitchen while Piper gets the first aid kit, "Gentle, please." He hisses.

"Oh, quit your complaining, I'm almost done. Paige, could you call the club for me and tell them I'm gonna be a little bit late?" Piper asks her.

"No, I thought we already discussed this. You're not going anywhere without a force field." Chris tells her.

"Why? Because it's so much safer here? I have to go to work, I booked a band tonight." She explains to him.

"Paige can't you cover for her?" Cassie asks.

"No, I can't, I have to go back to my temp job. I'm already late." She tells Cassie.

"Blow it off. This is more important." Chris tells her.

"My temp jobs are important. It's how people who need help find me." She explains to him.

"Okay, I get that, I do, but right now your sister needs your help, okay?" He tells her.

"Why don't we just call Leo?" She suggests making him No quickly.

"Why not? He can help us. Besides, Piper's in danger, which means the baby's in danger, which means you are in danger." Paige tells him.

"Because we don't need him." He tells her and Piper agrees.

"He doesn't even know you're pregnant." Paige tells her.

"I think that's her point." Cassie adds.

"Look, I'm not suggesting some sort of reunion..."

Chris cuts Paige off, "He has been gone for six months. If he's not there for us in the future, why is he there for us now?" Piper goes to sit down on the chair. Paige checks on her then says she'll go deal with the club while they work on the vanquishing potion and call Phoebe and her when it's done. "I'll clean up." Chris tells his mom while Cassie walks over to her.

"I'll get things ready." Cassie leaves. When Chris comes back with Phoebe they all go downstairs, "Are you okay?" Cassie asks Chris since he didn't look it.

"Yeah, I think I'm just coming down with something." He says as she sits behind him on the stairs.

"What do you mean? From the attack?" Piper sits next to him.

"Now who's the worry wart? Look, we still need Paige to bless this. Did you call her?" He asks her.

"Yeah, she's on her way. She was helping me out at the club." Piper tells them.

"Who's watching Wyatt?" Phoebe asks.

"Sheila. He should be safe there until after this is over." Cassie lets her know.

"Okay, well, we gotta get a move on here. Because I need to find my husband, like, yesterday. Seriously. What? I did the math. It's gonna take me like a year to fall in love, and there's the whole engagement and the wedding, and then the year of wedded bliss. And then I have to wait a year to find out if I really want to have his kid, you know, and the pregnancy's, like, nine months. Well, ten months, they just tell you it's nine months. So clearly, let's move on here. I'm sorry, what's so funny?"

"You don't need to be laughing at me because you already have your husband with you and know your entire future." Phoebe makes Cassie laughs more.

"This whole family needs a shrink." Piper says as Paige orbs in holding the shillelagh.

"Hey. Where'd you get that?" Phoebe asks making her say don't ask.

"You need to bless this vanquishing potion." Chris gets up passing it to Paige.

"Wow. Hello to you too." She takes it.

"Hey, the book says for all three of you to bless it. Phoebe will help you. Piper, can I talk to you, please?" Chris looks at her.

"Piper? What happened to mom?" He puts his hand out to her helping her up.

"How exactly do I bless this thing?" Paige asks.

"With your blood. Come on." Cassie tells her and they all walk into the dining room.

"This'll just hurt a little." Paige pulls a face.

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