#disconnected series drabbles

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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[cherubispunk]

NEPHILIM: BAMBI - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: when does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

a note from Lucy: No smut? Huh? Someone check my temperature please. I liked writing Nephilim so much that I decided to do a small Drabble of the exact moment Bambi got her name. Think of it as a prequel of sorts. Takes place soon after Bambi recovers from sepsis. Enjoy!

playlist | moodboard

wc: 1563

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n but reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, no physical description of reader apart from ‘long lashes’, brief descriptions of injury and blood, religious imagery, use of guns/ being taught to shoot, me not remembering how to shoot even though I was taught how to so there may be inaccuracies lolsies, Joel is a little bit of a dick but it’s only because he cares!

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Psalm 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

When does the man become the monster? Is it his first kill? Or maybe his first thought of pulling the trigger? It might be the moment he picks up the gun. When the metal is cold in calloused palm. A human would find it heavy and unwelcoming. A monster might find it a comforting thing though. To know he is protected at his own hand. Are they even entirely separate? A person may be both at once. Monster. Human. Who is the righteous one, the wise one, who draws the line. Is it God? The people? And how thin of a line is it?

Joel could be both. In the Venn Diagram, the spectrum of Monster and Man, he resided in the very middle. That’s what they told you anyway. You took it with a pinch of salt. Thought it a rather hypocritical comment to make for no one in this world was truly pure of sin. Even the lamb grazes the grass that the foal could have. Though Joel thought you came damn close to purity. He now associated the colour of your eyes with innocence. Conditioned to the thought whenever he saw it in nature, or in a person's clothing. Slaved away to keep it. Protect it. Was a man that protected truly a monster? Because the things he did, the sin he committed, the blood on his hands, was all in the name of protection in one way or another.

He quite liked being alone before. But the more time he spent engaging in the odd conversation with you, the more he realised how dull it was to talk to himself. He and himself were only acquaintances. You felt more like a friend. His first real friend since Tess.

So maybe the question is this; When does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

—

“I can’t do it.” You huffed, looking back at him and dropping your arms. In your hands was Joel’s rifle. The weight of it foreign and uncomfortable. The trigger cold, and your fingertip not calloused enough for it to feel like it belonged. The metal bit back. It said ‘you don’t belong here’. It commanded you: ‘Give me back’. The weight of it was unsettling. In your hand was the weight of a life taken. Or a life spared. And yet he stood behind you with his arms crossed, his brow set in stone, furrowed together in a frown akin to the busts of Caracalla. Narrowed hawk eye on your poor form. Unsteady on your feet and uncertain with your trigger finger.

“You can.” He replied, voice clipped and snippy. Not giving you a choice. “And you will.” He spoke in such a grating edge it seemed he was frustrated merely through your apprehension. “Eject the cartridge.” So you sighed, abiding his words, pressing the butt of the rifle into the crook of your shoulder and staring down the barrel at the tree you hadn’t landed even a graze on once. “Feet shoulder width apart, girl.” He reprimanded. Joel had repeated that one point about five times now in the past hour. And each time you’d forgotten. Something as simple as the planting of your feet on the snow blanketed ground. Your mind was in disarray and a disconnect with your body.You looked down at your feet and shuffled them wider apart.

You felt his strict grip find temporary and telling purchase on your hips, jerking you side on so the foot the side of your non-trigger hand pointed towards the target. Even through layers of winter clothing his touch made you shiver far more than any biting winter wind could. “Like this.” That tone again. It was windburn on your cheeks. It was pins and needles in your feet. Unpleasant, painful, and long enduring.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry. Be better.” And he stepped back to observe once more.

He didn’t do it to be mean. He didn’t say it to be curt, and rude. He did it for your benefit. Because one day your loose tongue would very well find you without it entirely. Still, it hurt. To know he was so willing with criticism and so restrained with compliments. He must bite his tongue so often that it grows back sharp. It felt like lashes from the cat of nine tails upon your back; Your skin now lacerated and tender from each blow. Regardless, you swallowed the lump in your throat whole. It could suffer and scorn and burn in your churning stomach. You inhaled, and on the exhale you pulled the trigger.

Miss.

You huffed again, utterly defeated. Your heart seemed to sink lower when you looked at him. His face still set with the same Caracalla frown.

“Again.”

“What’s the point, Joel?” You protested for the second time. Desperate to go back to town and wallow. To not have to face that grimace. You felt like a child, waiting for that fateful ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech. “I’m not a violent person. I’m not like you. I’m not—“ the words faltered as you tried to find them. You stopped yourself before you could blurt the first that came to mind. But he knew. Joel always knew. He didn’t need to say anything for you to admit it. Merely raise a brow and dare you, urge you further.

“Y’should think before y’speak.” You nodded at his words, eyes trained on his boots. “Again.”

Too ashamed to fight any further, already treading on thin ice and skidding miserable on wobbly doe legs. Too soon would you thud to the floor and plunge into the icy waters below. You must find your footing again.

It was in this very shame you obeyed, picking up the weapon again with bated breath and aiming. But your mind was elsewhere. It scattered like the spray of a shotgun's fire. Your form was off. You’d lost that stance from before. And you were too busy in your own head to even think about paying attention to the tree trunk down the other end of the barrel. You fired without the inhale before as well as the beat of your exhale. The recoil was strong, the butt of the rifle ricocheting into your shoulder causing an ache to dissolve through flesh and sink to bone. The sound was jarring, it rang in your ears, rattled in your head. And you lost your footing, stumbling back with the force towards the snow.

Joel saw it coming. He expected you to right your footwork. To breathe in and fire on the exhale. But the sound of the bullet leaving the chamber came before any of the aforementioned. A simple stride in haste and he was behind you, stopping you before you fell to the floor.

“Jesus, Bambi!” Joel gritted through his teeth when you collided. The sound was becoming less jarring. But the name. The name was new. It was fresh. And ripe. A fruit that would never rot. Be eternally sweet. He had thought about it before; You had these wide eyes that looked up at him through thick lashes. You were tentative with your footing. And uneasy on your feet when it was cold. He remembered when he found you in the snow; Curled up on your side with the flesh wound under your trembling palm, bleeding through your shirt and gaps between frail fingers. He thought of a doe just born. Fresh and pure. So vulnerable it ached to not reach out and nurture it. When he looked into those eyes, the eyes of the woman in his arms, he saw it all again. A picture that was printed on the backs of his eyelids when he slept. Or where he blinked for that matter. In waking and in sleep, it haunted him. Whispered in his ear with a warm breath that paralleled the alive and beating. He felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn't know it then, but it was Eros’ arrow. He would know soon enough.

You shared the time between the words and the writhing of your feet. Shared it with a stare in imperturbable silence. A simmering, deep stare. It wasn’t deep in the sense of a gaping void. More like a watering hole. Something that promised plentiful supply and the chance of survival. The satiation of the unquenchable.

You would learn one day that his love for you can quench any thirst, satiate any hunger and rest any fatigue. All this and he would still be left thirsty, starving and exhausted. Accept him for what he is. Heavy handed, colossal, brutal. Loving, nurturing, tender. Just a man. Give him on chance — one meagre, single moment in time — and he’d decay at the swipe of his tongue across the bottom of your lip alone; Finding a homage for him between them. A feeling he would wish to indulge in selfishly cradling his beating chest. And maybe, just this once, he will let himself be selfish with something that wasn't just for the purpose of survival.

So I beg of you, contemplate: if a man deemed a monster can still love, if a man named the devil can see innocence, grace, beauty, and nurture it— is the man still a monster? Something else entirely? Or is he just human?

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[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day seven home ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 661.

Home had been a shining city on the far horizon for most of Rocket’s formative years: distant and gleaming under an impossible blossom-blue dome. Unreachable. Untouchable. He’d left any hope of it behind, a dozen cannon-shots or more before he’d ever even stepped foot off the Arête. No. Rocket had gone straight from the cages and right into his escape pod, out into a sky that had suddenly seemed much less beautiful and much more forever. 

And so home had always been a far-away thing, a thing he could never go back to, a thing that — like love, like peace, like a restful night’s sleep or body that didn’t hurt — Rocket could simply never have. A thing that hadn’t been meant for him. Like the screws slowly grinding away at his bones or the muscle contractures he’s always fighting in his hips and chest, home had just become another old ache that he’d grown to barely notice, except when he’s on a planet where the weather is bad. 

And then, one shift — when it was just you and him — he’d been trying to work the knots out of his shoulders. You’d reached out with dancing fingers and a query on your lips — a gentle little sound of offering — and he’d gone as still as a moon pinned between two gravity wells. Your fingers had felt light as little birds, perched on his shoulders weightlessly, and you’d guided them into a rolling series of rotations. Then you’d tugged him between your knees, and kneaded every small stone you’d found lodged under his skin and fur. 

When he’d finally gone as molten and buttery as a beeswax candle on a warm day, you’d murmured another little question. He’d blinked at you blankly — completely disconnected from anything but the feel of his body, pliant for the first time in possibly his entire life — so you’d pulled him onto your lap and continued your little ministry of touch until he’d fully curled up, his tail a wreath of feathery brushes around you both. His back had pressed itself into your hands as you’d worked your thumbs into the base of his spine: freeing the tension from his hips, beckoning it out of muscle and bone, letting it dissipate into the air between your fingertips. Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jeweled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring. 

He’d never say any of this in front of the others, never let them know about this: about how soft he is for this, for the warm quiet circle of space in your arms and on your thighs. He’d never climb into your lap like this if they could see it; never make a nest out of your body-heat and burrow into the loose thick folds of your sweatshirt. He  only does it on the shifts when everyone else is asleep, or planetside, or away. 

It’s not that he’s ashamed. It’s just — this is something special and precious and small, and if he looks at it too closely or acknowledges it exists, he may never have it back. But for now — for these moments that he can only measure in the soft wash of his breath or the thrum of his pulse in his wrists, the steady sound of your heartbeat holding him together like gravity — for now, it’s touchable, and attainable, and real — 

Moreso than any shining city on the far horizon, glimmering against the sweep of a blossom-blue ocean and a forever sky.

i did it! i brought my wordcount down! this was just a fun little exercise in writing whatever weird shit came to my mind so sorry if it makes no sense but i figured i'd indulge my inclination toward purple prose (get rekt literary critics). anyway this was fun and i am very much in favor of many future rocket raccoon prompts & prompt weeks, and thank you for creating this and bringing it to my attention, @frostedwitch ♡♡♡

i will be putting out a masterlist for this set of prompts sometime next week probably. i really hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing! ♡

day six. bite rocket prompt week masterlist ✷ main masterlist rocket raccoon prompt week list

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[savannahsdeath]

a part4 of -this- ❈ dealer!ellie x reader / ending

warnings: none??

"i have a flight to europe. i'm leaving everything and going to bieszczady." your father said, stroking the humid glass full of a cold drink. "my plane leaves tonight."

you nodded. "the faster, the better."

"but i can't blame her," he continued, "she just wanted to survive, though..."

"don't defend her." you shook your head. "she's a traitor."

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you mechanically and mindlessly drank a glass of water, as your mind processed the events and emotions that have occurred. the coldness of the liquid filled your mouth, a comforting feeling against the heat of the emotions growing within you. you stared out into the kitchen, feeling dazed and aimless as the memories came flooding back. your memory of this moment was clear, sharp and vivid in your mind. it felt like a part of you disconnected from your body, frozen in space and time.

you heard a soft knock at the door, its subtle sound contrasting the intense thoughts churning within you. the sudden noise knocked you out from the daze you've been in, your mind suddenly thrown into a state of alertness. your body has been on autopilot for who knows how long, the mundane actions from the last few days becoming distant. the knock at the door acted as a beacon in the dark, drawing you back to reality. the sound pulled you out of the memories and back into the present, as you moved towards the door to answer.

you could predict who's on the other side, really.

ellie.

every feature of her face was recognizable, but your view of her was through a veil of confusion and anger. your eyes narrowed in distrust as you took in this unexpected turn of events. she seemed concerned for you, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that there is some ulterior motive hidden behind her friendly demeanor. there was a hint of lingering attachment. part of you felt like you should turn her away on the spot, while another part of you still craved her presence — there was still some leftover affection.

suddenly, you found yourself pulled into the embrace of ellie's kiss and your emotions were thrown into turmoil once again. her hands brushed the side of your face as she pressed herself closer. the feeling of her lips on yours was a rush of pure pleasure, the intensity of the act jolting you and awakening the lingering affection you felt for her. despite all the pain and anger you felt towards her, you couldn't help but be swept away by the heat of the moment. a weak "ngh—" left your throat. as the kiss deepened, you were flooded with the memories of your time together, the highs and the lows all crashing in on you at once. your body decided to respond automatically, your lips kissing back.

you hopelessly clenched your fist and hit the crook of her neck, though you didn't put any strength to the move, moreover you had to fight your own arousal. ellie didn't pull away, instead her grip on you tightened and she began to lead you deeper into the house. you could feel her body pressing against yours, the heat of her lips still upon you.

you broke the kiss but your face was still as near to hers as possible. "i wanna kill you—"

"i'm yours." she pressed her forehead to yours. "you never broke up with me, y'know that?"

you took a deep breath and she could feel you exhaling. "i can fix that."

"there's no need to" she hummed, taking your hand and interlinking your fingers. "everything's fine."

through the corner of your eyes you saw the clock, which in big, red lines showed the numbers: 10:47 pm. your father's plane must already leave.

was it really that easy?

or was it just a fake happy end?

✧˖°

the bieszczady was bcs my friend forced me to write that ahxusb so hi fellow polish hoes <333 at the end i want to thank everyone who supported this lil drabble series🩷 i skipped the whole talking stage cuz its written out of boredom and nothing serious but im still glad you decided to read it !! mwah mwah

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[topguncortez]

Key: ☆ full fic, ♢ one shot, ⏃ drabble, ⏀series,  ♰ AU

ANGST

✧ Glad You Called Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | The line has been disconnected from you to Bob, but he still decides to call anyway. warnings: parental death, breakups, angst, cancer

✧ Eyes Wide Shut Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | A training incident gone wrong, leaving Bob is trying to convince you to wake up and help you complete your bucket list. warnings: slight medical inaccuracies, description of injuries, failed ejection, mentions of death.

✧ Fighter Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob tries to help you when you put yourself into a dangerous situation warnings: violence, fighting, blood, mentions of concussions, gambling issues, illegal street fighting, sleazy men.

✧ Out of Love Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Guess it is true what they say, women fall out of love first

✧ Have Mercy Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob can't help who he falls in or out of love with. warnings: mentions of emotional cheating, arguing, yelling,

✧ I love You Bob Floyd x Jake Seresin | Bob loves Jake more than he would ever be able to realize. But sometimes those words are said too late. warnings: slight mention of religious trauma, slight mention of homophobia (christian parents)

✧ Baby on Board Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | being placed on a top secret mission weeks before his wife's due date was not what Lt. Floyd had imagined married life would be like. warnings: top gun shit, child birth, near death experiences, cursing.

SMUT

✧ Shibari Bob finds himself in an interesting place between you and Jake. warnings: SMUT, edging, rope, Bob is a brat

✧ Lingerie & Heels Bob has a thing for powerful women in pretty lingerie and heels. warnings: mommy kink, switch behavior, dom/sub, mentions of oral.

✧ Handsy Bob can't keep his hands to himself.

✧ Girls on Film While facing yet another deployment, you decide to give Bob a gift to take with him. warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, nude photos, filming.

✧ Garter Toss A silly old tradition that the boys make Bob do anyway, and you are a very willing participant

✧ Marked Up You leave Bob a little marked up after a night in between the sheets.

✧ Panties ♢ Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob has a pair of panties he likes on you. . . but also on him. warnings: SMUT, dom/sub relationship, masturbation, teasing

✧ Mission Accomplished ♢ Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | It's Bob's 30th birthday and the boys set up a mission for him to conquer. warnings: it's porn with a dash of plot. Virginity, Oral sex (f&M receiving), unprotected sex, PIV, pet names, hair pulling, cockwarming, cursing.

FLUFF

✧ Girl of My Dreams Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | You are the woman of Bob's dreams, though he isn't going to tell you that. . . well, maybe.

✧ Pretty As the Moon Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob never uses pickup lines, but for some reason he did, and he is sure happy that he did

✧ Kiss the Girl Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob gets nervous and sometimes needs to remind himself that you are just as madly in love with him as he is with you

✧ Annie's Song Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob sings you your favorite song while back visiting his parents farm. warning: marijuana usage

✧ Coughs & Cuddles Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob knows exactly what you need when you wake up with a cold

✧ Drinking for Two Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | The only time Bob drinks, is when you can't. warnings: pregnancy

✧ Fundamental Right Bob Floyd x Jake Seresin | Bob isn't sure what they are doing, but he's pretty sure him and Jake are dating | warnings: mentions of gay sex, jacking off, unprotected sex

✧ A Change of Plans Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob has been finding the perfect way to propose to you. warnings: pregnancy

EXTRAS

✧ Home Sweet Home - Moodboard

✧ Floydsin as Dads - HC

✧ Bob & Bea - Opposites Attract

#g's masterlists

[aamalaaa]

sunrises & liquor (m) | myg

series masterlist

pairing: min yoongi x reader

rating: m; cursing, alcohol consumption, eventual smut

genre: bar workers au, barman yoongi au, (kinda) forbidden relationship, angst, smut, fluff, romance

summary: after a failed academic pursuit and a few meaningless and disappointing relationships, you decided to go back to what you never thought you would: the bar industry. There you find a family, friends, heartache, misunderstandings and one particular barman who just won’t get out of your head.

extra drabbles: here!

word count: 60k

warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption (duh), smut, angst, barman yoongi

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fire (and the songs you played) (7k)

the wedding (5.8k)

interlude: disconnected (5.7k)

worth it (you are) (6.9k)

home (7.1k)

all that jazz (8.5k)

pieces of a puzzle (7.2k)

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[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review VI

A bit of a slow week this week - nothing much really happened. Got some writing done, announced some things I'm working on and worked on my TBR list. Odd week as my notifications just disappeared and felt a little disconnected. Things seem to be back on track *fingers crossed* - so lets get on with this weeks review...

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings Part V Mood Board

Salt Water Soft Launch

Autumnal Offerings

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

How Good It Is (Benny Miller) by @wildemaven Fully on the Benny train, this scratched the itch this week with this delightfully wonderful piece of fluff with a delightful touch of spice and I can't wait to get more insights to this couple's relationship.

A Safe Haven Drabble (Joel Miller) by @darkroastjoel You don’t have to have read the series to appreciate the angst in this small little drabble that packs a punch. Explores Joel’s feelings on the impending arrival of Tommy’s child with the grief of missing Sarah and it manages to do it all in less than 600 words beautifully. 

Your Hand In Mine (Joel Miller) by @thelightsandtheroses This is a great opening to a new series and it's such a great opening premise that will have you wanting to find out what happens next and in eager anticipation of what is to come next.

Open Mic Night (Marcus Pike) by @secretelephanttattoo No denying it anymore, I’m ankle-deep in this Pike Puddle and this is an excellent example of what keeps me content with damp *ahem* feet… Are you one of those who forgot it's canon that Marcus was a part of a band? This one-shot is here to remind you with a bang!

Clouds (Joel Miller) by @softlyspector This is incredibly soft with a few hard edges - allusions to events from TLOU2, but no spoilers and no golfing. Highly recommend a read of this.

Little Monsters (Dieter Bravo) by @chronically-ghosted Dad Dieter was not the trope I thought I needed, but here we are and I can’t get enough. This is all what I picture Dieter as a father being like. This is equal parts fluff with equal parts spice which makes for a delightful read! 

For the Night (Agent Ortega) by @ladamedusoif I think the pilot hit the web for all of a couple of hours before we were blessed with this delight. As far as I am concerned this is what the pilot should have been, it’s deliciously raunchy and I may have read it several times. 

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 5 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl I don’t know if I still have words for my thots feelings on this update to this series. So please accept this gif and go get caught up, and if you've not read it? What are you waiting for?

Spinning in the Rain (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading This is like the best kind of fluff, it's atmospheric, it's indulgent, it's sweet and it's Frankie - what more can you ask for? Oh, and it's based off a song that I already adored and this makes for one to go back to for re-read.

All I Need (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading Mel has such a way with these perfect snippets of fluff and romance that make your heart swell and this is another example of this. I can't do it justice, you just need to read it to experience it!

Exposed (Ezra) by @maggiemayhemnj This was a delightful debut and a great read that flowed just as well as Ezra's poetic prose, which Maggie manages to capture perfectly. If you are a fan of Prospect and Ezra, you will not be disappointed!

Personal Day (Marcus Pike) by @sin-djarin If I'm staying in the puddle, I'm going to make sure it's in good company with fanfics like this one! If Marcus Pike is going to ask me to come back to bed for five more minutes, who am I to deny the man?

Shared Breaths | Chapter 9 (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading It's a triple header here for @frenchiereading! The slow burn of the first eight chapters pays off with a bang here and, it does not disappoint! If you're late to the game like I am on this excellent story, I very much recommend jumping in because it does not disappoint!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

The thots were truly alive and well on this Narcos gifset. I don't think the image of this post is burned into the back of my eyelids. Also, might have prompted some non-Narcos writing somewhere in the WIP pile...

Thoughts on the contents of the Delta Landscaping Yelp page? We got you here!

@goodwithcheese's book recommendations! I'm off this week and hoping to get some reading done between parental activities.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

I got four episodes deep on Wrestlers, a Netflix original docu-series on OVW, a Wrestling farm out of Florida that was once where the WWE sent its superstars to cut their teeth before making their debut. I once upon a time was a big WWE fan, so this has been an interesting watch. I'd recommend it too even if you're not a wrestling fan as there are some interesting stories from both those who run it and those who live it.

This Week’s Song…

On a N'Sync kick this week with the rumours that they're going to be reuniting for more than just the Trolls 3 soundtrack/movie. I will be feral if the rumour of a reunion tour materializes!

Happy Sunday all! Here's to a great week ahead!

B 💕 x

#betty's sunday in review #Spotify

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (19)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 /

Created: March 14th, 2024

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Disconnected-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: After a violent flashback, Katniss demands Peeta healing both of them with paint. Dizzy-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta find the alcohol they've consumed allow them to explore their feelings. Don't you mean goodbye?-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss was reaped but Peeta was not and he comes to say goodbye. Do Not Go Gentle-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "We call it the arena. It's where you go to die." A modern day allegory of Katniss and Peeta's love story in the series. Drunken Truth-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss gets a little tipsy at her sister's wedding and embarrasses herself. Everlark Tales and Other Stories-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Collection of Drabbles/One Shots, from Tumblr Prompts in no particular order. Some are AUs, others are canon compliant and some others are in between. Fate Takes a Break-Ally147 (ao3) Summary: This date isn’t quite as blind as Katniss was expecting. F CATS 9-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: Freedom Cats are the Capitol's latest espionage tools. Cat muttations trained to spy on rebel groups. FCAT 9 is sent to 12 on a mission. He is the height of technology. The perfect tool, loyal to the Capitol. But what happens when a kind hearted little girl and the cold reality of life in 12 change his mind. Figure Drawing-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Peeta starts a life drawing class. Little does he know that he's already hand an encounter with the model. First kiss-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: She’d thought about it, of course. She couldn’t help but think about it. In fact, she thought about it so much that sometimes she wondered if it was normal to think about it that much.

#t #teen and up masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist

[plethomacademia]

Edit: this is now in chapter five of my slow burn

Original post: Well here's a ridiculously horny thing I just wrote for my fic. It's of course for the chapter that is after the one I am supposed to be writing and is part of a series of drabbles but I want to share it now because I think it stands on its own.

Synopsis: The Dark Urge wants to try out Enver's gauntlet. Enver discovers a new kink. 644 words. Rest of the story is my pinned post!

Triggers: blood, light choking, people who just need to fucking kiss already.

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“Can I ask you something?”

Gortash looked up from the map of the city he had just been drawing on. He and the Bloody Hand of Bhaal were in the middle of discussing a proposal he had just received from another weapons trader. She, obviously, was not paying attention. “Maeve, when have you ever not just asked me whatever is on your mind?”

She ignored the barb. “Your gauntlet. How does it work?”

He looked down at the golden gauntlets. He had just come from another meeting and was in his full regalia. This pair was new, better fitting his station as a lord than his old black set had. He had shucked off his coat when they had started working and he did suppose this was a novel view for her, his arms covered in gold up to the elbow. “Well, it’s jointed to mimic the human anatomy. Quite intricate and honestly, it was hard to get the design right. You latch it higher up the elbow, like so.” He showed her how it disconnected near his right elbow using his two clawless fingers on his left.

She watched, her head tilted. He had seen that look so many times as she dissected something with her mind. “Do you think I could try it?”

Anyone else he would deny, but he did love seeing her curiosity piqued by something. He finished undoing the latches, then took it off and held it out to her. “By all means. It will be too large but you can get an idea of the mechanics.”

She took the gauntlet from his hands gently. After she struggled with the moving pieces of metal, he helped slide it onto her arm. He was right, the latches were far too wide to stay up on their own, but she was able to keep it secure enough to flex her fingers. She spread them wide, then tightened them into a fist.

Enver swallowed. Well this wasn’t how he had expected the day to go.

Maeve tested the sharp claws against the inside of her other forearm, pushing them in enough to dent the skin.

“Careful!” he said right when she looked up, her eyes wide.

“Oh Enver, this is positively wicked.” She held it up in front of her face, spreading the hand and looking at it as if her fingers were covered it jewels. “Would it work to…” She trailed off, cocking her head at it as if figuring something out.

“Would what —“ he began to say, but he stopped as she closed her eyes, putting her golden hand to her throat. He watched as she settled her fingers around her own larynx, first gently feeling out how to place her thumb and fingers. Then she began to press. The sharp tips of the gauntlet first pressed in her skin, then a couple fingers just pierced through, letting a bit of blood well up under the curves of metal.

“Maeve,” he said in a warning tone.

Her eyes flew open. They were wide and feral, her smile broad and sharp. She dropped her hand and he couldn’t help but look at the red crescents framing her throat, the little bits of blood beginning to drip.

“I see why you wear those, that has to be terribly fun. Just ripping out a person’s throat.” She laid her arm on the table, undoing the latched and sliding her hand free.

Enver cleared his throat. “Yes. Well. Sadly for you,” he said as he picked up the gauntlet, “it’s much more of a Banite custom than one of Bhaal.” After he had secured the gauntlet to his arm once more, he reached in his pocket for a handkerchief and offered it to her

She dabbed her wounds, then looked back at the maps. “Yes, it’s too bad. Now, what was it you were saying?”

#dark urge #dark urge x gortash #durgetash #bg3 spoilers #lord enver gortash #bg3 #is it a new kink though #you know that man has choked someone before

[pjohoo-reclists]

Roman Percy Jackson Fic Recs

The Smart Match by greenconverses

T | 900 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Annabeth Chase/Jason Grace

Romance, Love Triangle, Alternate Universe

Jason's supposed to be the one for her. So why is Annabeth drawn to the dark haired son of Neptune instead? AU for Heroes of Olympus.

like slow motion by greenconverses

T | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Roman!Percy, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Future

“I heard it’s your birthday next week.”

Life of a Praetor by MidnightSonder

G | 2.4k | Ongoing as of 11/9/20

Eventual Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Praetor Percy, Camp Jupiter, Slice of Life

A more detailed look at Percy's time as Praetor. (Drabble series based off my story "Permanent Swap") Part 2 of Life of a Praetor

Percy Jackson, Son of Neptune by SixUnderOneXSix

T | 2.7k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Roman!Percy, AUs, Random & Short

Roman! Percy with a twist. Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea. He came to Camp Half-Blood, and things seemed off. Latin was more natural, then there was the annoying habit of calling The Olympians by their Roman names, and of course the whole not hating Annabeth and the other Athena kids as much as they seemed to hate him. So when his Mom tells him who his father really is things get crazier, and make more sense. Part of my Percy Jackson AU Shorts, and Percy Jackson and his Confusing Parentage Part 1 of Percy Jackson Short AUs  Part 1 of Percy Jackson & His Confusing Parentage

Permanent Swap by MidnightSonder

G | 3.8k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Praetor Percy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Son of Neptune Re-write

Hera knew she was meddling with fate, but she had no choice. However, she had no idea how permanent her actions would be. Percy Jackson was not supposed to arrive at Camp Jupiter until June, yet somehow, he arrived six months early. He was supposed to have partial memories connecting him to Camp Half-Blood, yet he remembered nothing. Hera supposed she should have known better than to try to make an unequal exchange. The fates simply evened the scales. Part 1 of Life of a Praetor

Even with just a name by 60sec400 

G | 8.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Dark Percy Jackson, Poseidon is a Good Parent, Powerful Percy Jackson

Small snippets in a world where Percy chose the ocean. Neptune finds his son. Perseus Jackson has a quest for the glory of Rome and the glory of Neptune. Only, well, he's met another god. And that god wants him to find Annabeth Chase, the one name he's had in his head since he's woken up other than his own.aka. disconnected scenes that could exist in a son of neptune au Part 1 of Son of Neptune AU

A Romans Reprisal by JoeFromLegal

T | 14k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Roman Percy Jackson, Titans, Friendship

Neptune, he doesn't have the best image in New Rome. When Percy sees this, already being exposed to the cruelty of Rome, decides to take the matter into his own hands and get his father his honor back. But when New Rome, a city implemented by the gods, refuses to respect Neptune, who does Percy go to? Those that oppose them of course.

Nos Avete, Arma Deorum by insomniouscat (orphan_account)

M | 19k+ | Ongoing as of 2/6/21

Percy Jackson & Jason Grace, Jason Grace & Lupa, Percy Jackson & Lupa

Camp Jupiter Centric, Camp Half Blood Campers, Politics are hard

"Jackson, this is Grace," Lupa, taking initiative and perhaps pity on both of them, stepped in, tail twitching in a way that ordered Jason to move forward towards the other demigod. Jason obliged and stepped over creaking wooden planks to get a better look at the black haired male, instinctively scanning for signs of discomfort and tension in case he got attacked, just like how he was trained. "Yo," The black haired demigod said, ducking his head and shifting carefully in his seat, "I'm Percy Jackson."

Hard to Compete by ReaLangston

Not Rated | 19k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Amnesia, New Rome, Post Gaea & The Second Giant War

What if Hera had gone to extreme measures to wipe Percy's memory? What if he hadn't remembered Annabeth or his past after all? Once the Second Giant War is over Annabeth does her best to cope knowing that the love of her life has no idea who she is. She is leading Camp Half Blood, living with the Jacksons when her college classes are in session, doing her best to move her life forward. Will her carefully stacked house of card fall?

here comes the sun by seaweedbraens

G | 24k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Soulmate AU, Camp Swap AU, Roman Percy

there are nearly eight billion people on the planet, and annabeth's soulmate just has to end up being the roman son of neptune who gets on her nerves in every way imaginable.

Antithesis by LooneyPeach

T | 27k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Camp swap, Romance, Angst

Antithesis (n): a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else. Or, Annabeth meets Percy Jackson and they're 100% opposite. [Roman!Percy AR]

Vas Bellicosum by CombatTombat

M | 70k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Roman!Percy, Percy semi-raised by Lupa, AU

War is coming to New Rome. When a Son of Neptune, Percy Jackson, arrives at the camp, no one knows what to expect, least of all Jason Grace, his newly found cousin. Determined to survive the coming bloodshed, the legion adapts to this new and dangerous duo. With a dark future on the horizon, only the Fates know what is coming. Part 1 of Imperator

would it really kill you (if we kissed) by greenconverses

E | 81k | Ongoing as of 21/8/23

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Past Annabeth Chase/Luke Castellan

Dark!Percy, Canon-Typical Violence, Gratuitous Smut

It wasn't like Annabeth hadn't been warned about him. In New Rome, there was just one unofficial rule to surviving and thriving for demigods and mortals alike. Avoid the son of Neptune. At all costs.

Hell Incarnate by BookDragonsUnite

E | 94k+ | Ongoing as of 26/11/22

Percy Jackson/Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase/Piper McLean, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano/Leo Valdez

Dark Percy Jackson, Lupa Raised Percy for Seven Years, Fluff

What if the roles were reversed? What if Jason was Greek instead of Roman? And Percy? What would have happened if he was Roman and fought on Mount Tamalpais during the Titan War? "There's a reason Perseus means Destroyer, Annabeth. In every war, driven by some instinct, the Big Three have each had one of their children participate. But there was one war, the Peloponnesian War, where Zeus and Hades had no children. So, it fell on the only living son of Poseidon to lead. "There is a reason that three children of the trio were supposed to shoulder the burden of leadership together. It balances the scales; plays off the strengths of each. During the war, only Poseidon had given into his instinct and sired a son. The imbalance of power, the weight of that responsibility, forced him to become something else. Lysander, the son of Poseidon, expunged his mortal qualities in order to win the war and nearly became a god without the consent of the Olympians. "The Greeks had Jason, Thalia, and Nico. We Romans had only Percy."

Filii Deorum by CombatTombat

M | 145k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang

Roman Percy Jackson, Preyna, Everyone is badass

Camp Jupiter is in chaos. Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter, former Centurion of the Fifth Cohort, and Praetor, is missing, kidnapped out of his own home. Searching harder than anyone else is his cousin, Percy Jackson, Son of Neptune. But with war approaching, it soon becomes clear that Jason was taken for reasons that not even Percy can understand, and he has to choose between finding his cousin and saving his home. Part 2 of Imperator.

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #hoo #rick riodan #rec list #rrverse #ao3 #heroes of olympus #annabeth chase #camp jupiter #new rome #praetor percy #praetor reyna #percy x reyna #percy x annabeth #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hazel levesque #frank zhang #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series

[ayonixanimations]

Genshin Impact 6reeze x Sense8

So.... I never want to write and I've had this cool idea in my head for awhile. 👉👈 Sense8 but 6reeze? That's about it LOL. Kazuha and Heizou live near the same area. Venti and Xiao were friends from college, who may not live near each other anymore but they still talk occasionally. Scara/Wanderer is off by himself, probably some badass job. Aether is a travel blog enthusiast who has quite the following (including the other members of 6reeze). The first ones to connect are Kazuha and Aether, who think they're in the same physical space because they're both enjoying the sights of where they are. They talk for a bit about travelling, bonding a bit, and they don't even suspect anything until one of them mentions going to do some regional thing that the other is like "huh never heard of it" before the other is like "how have you never heard of it, everyone who comes here knows about it" and as they turn they disconnect, feeling confused as shit as to what just happened. What a trope lmfao, I love. Naturally the last to connect are Venti and Xiao because mmm classic trope of friends having the same secret and keeping it from each other/being unaware the other has the same secret. It's not like they're close friends, you probably wouldn't tell someone you occasionally talk to that you met and befriended like 4 years ago that you're seeing shit in your head. They're definitely shocked and there's some realisation of the things they vaguely shared with each other before both of them have experienced, like fucking- idk Scara fighting someone and them witnessing it and they subtly brought it up vaguely to discuss without going "there's a dude in my head". I wish I had the willpower to write bro. At the very least I could make a drabble series about each interaction and realisation of what was going on. Oh shit my brain just gave me an idea of the first time Kazuha realised they can affect each other, he stops Scara from beating the shit out of someone. (I think I'm imagining Scara as some kind of fucking government agent or spy or ops where it's acceptable to beat the shit out of people- illegally-) Same with Scara not even meaning to defend one of the Sensates (because he's a dickhead, god I love him), but just refusing to watch someone not fight back (probably Aether and NOT Kazuha) or thinking the aggressor deserves to get the shit beaten out of them, so he fights for them. Anyway. Yeah. Neat idea. idk if it's been done yet, all I found was a soulmate au with the sensate connection for Chilumi.

#ayorambles #genshin impact #fanfiction ideas #6reeze #6ale #wanderer #scaramouche #genshin venti #genshin xiao #shikanoin heizou #aether #genshin aether #kaedehara kazuha #crossover #sense8 #idk what I'm doing with the tags

[penvisions]

dev's march recap

i know this is a few days early but i'm about to be absent all weekend getting some essays done for school and trying to get ahead on my readings. it's been a weird month, not gonna lie. was really into getting a new series started and ending another but i lost focus and interest in the one winding down. which i hate, because i love my frankie fic but just feel so disconnected from it. anons and hurtful messages have messed with my vibes lately. it's been affecting my time here and i haven't been engaging much beyond likes. hoping april is much kinder ♡

i hope everyone finds the perfect fic for their reading pleasure and the days have been good to y'all! ♡

new chapters:

return the favor chapter 22

the melting point chapter 17

of beskar and kyber chapter 16 || chapter 17 || chapter 18

by the grit of sandpaper chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3

garnish better together drabble

new fic ideas:

gone to the dogs - boston qz! joel miller x f! reader

milestones:

hit a follower milestone, 1500, baby! ♡

doing well in my class so far!

word count: 62.1k (holy cow!!)

got my cowboy dean winchester tattoo finished up!

announced and started my new series by the grit of sandpaper

reading by dev:

voicemails by @undercoverpena

hanging on the telephone by @macfrog

do me yourself by @undercoverpena

a baker's dozen - ezra by @avastrasposts

#dev talks #dev organizes #dev writes #fic rec #fic rec list #dev reads #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #joel miller #frankie morales #din djarin #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom

[loveshotzz]

I feel like we don’t need a winter installment? We already have a whole series for them and you don’t wanna ruin what you already have 🤷🏿‍♀️ The last two drabbles for them felt disconnected from the series tbh and I think that’ll happen even more with a winter thing.

The post was only half way serious, but tell me how you really feel!

#asks

[xx-vergil-xx]

tell me about holy teeth dog god please :)

thank you for this opening my friend <3 rant: unlocked

a fic that has developed from a discord drabble I wrote a bit ago, fueled by my current progress through nightmare country, festering unabashedly in my mind, notes app, and one train wreck of a google doc.  originally it was titled communion, but I recently swapped to sanctus dentes/canem dei (shitty vernacular latin for holy teeth/dog of god) because it’s expanding in premise a bit

effectively, it’s about the corinthian post-rebuild, post-kindly ones –– he didn’t know morpheus long enough to love or hate him, but daniel –– ethereal, gentle, distant daniel –– is a perfect font of potential approval for a newly-resurrected nightmare to fixate on.  I am so curious about him, carrying disjointed sense-memories of his first self, being told from the moment of his creation that he was not to make the same mistakes (one of his first spoken lines is “I won’t disappoint you” which.  well now that’s loaded isn’t it.) and yet being granted the same nature as his first self.  being told he was wrong, he was wrong in construction and design, and still feeling the same violent hungers.  it’s also heavily inspired by jean-luc nancy’s long essay corpus, which I'm reading slowly right now, which is all about bodies, the way that we do and do not occupy them, the way that the body is at once the truest extension of ourselves and some strange alien thing, exaltation of the flesh, etc etc  

what it really is, right now, is a series of disconnected bits (the body horror bit I wrote first, a segment of him recalling his recreation and a broken memory of the cereal convention where he remembers only the feeling of having disciples, a little moment between he and daniel that is.  odd.) and I think it’ll probably shape up as vignettes of the new corinthian convincing himself he is a saint of the dreaming (like gault wishing to be a dream, only the corinthian is angling more for exaltation –– maybe he doesn't realize these are the same urges his first self had, or he convinces himself these ones are righteous and true –– who’s to say!).  I wanna crack open his suave southern boy persona and poke at all the bits of unending starvation and self-denial mixed with an indulgent nature, the strange relation he must have to a creator that died and was reborn, as he died and was reborn (I well and truly believe the corinthian sees himself, deep down, as being built in dream’s image, but that’s another rant).  

so anyway what if the corinthian’s relation to dream-daniel was a violent saint desperate to be exalted? directed to a crusade?  what if he thinks his brutality is love?  I just love the corinthian’s opportunity to examine humanity through the lens of the body and its destruction and I also think its incredibly fucked up to be told that you have been made with a certain nature that you must resist always in order to be saved (yeah okay this is definitely chock full of religious parallels but so bet it)

thanks for indulging me, no clue when it’ll be done enough to post anywhere, but it’s a steady work in progress <3

#the sandman #the corinthian #dream of the endless #daniel hall #work in progress #im a corinthian girl first and a person second #holy hell do I love how charged his character is #thanks for giving me the opening to ramble on my friend <3 #vergil says hello #anyways back to the grind actually writing a hounds corinthian scene rn my boy is in all things dear to me <3

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Hello! This is the latest installment in my Snippets series (collections of drabbles from my playthroughs of mainline Pokemon games). Some things you should know: 

-This one is a direct sequel to a previous installment, Violet Snippets: The Sorceror's New School, so reading that first is probably ideal if you want a bit more context. 

-You can also see the original run here , here and here. (Tumblr link is in reverse chronological order, Twitter link is in chronological order)

-Obviously having played or watched a playthrough of either Pokemon Scarlet or Pokemon Violet's DLC would be ideal too.

-Also! This stars one of my non-Pokemon OCs, Vaespar, who you can read about here and here.

-As for feedback preferences:

--These are not full-blown journey fics, and were never meant to be. Don't review them like they're supposed to be or need to be.

--Don't complain when things are disconnected or don't have much context because I was literally writing these things on the fly as I was playing. If you want more context I linked to the original run.

--Overall just be nice. I'm not looking for super academic feedback on these, I just want people to have fun reading them.

-These will either be posted all in one go or in multiple installments, depending on the place. For places where I'm doing the former, just enjoy the fic; for places where I'm doing the latter expect updates every week or so until it's done (if things don't veer wildly off course).

Anyway here we go into: Area Zero Snippets: The Tyrant's Tera Treasure

Vaespar was sitting in his lair. Slouching. Where was Lovelan d anyway he was supposed to get-

Suddenly. A voice. "Vaespar! I need your help!"

A strange individual suddenly teleported before Vaespar. They had white and gold clothes, dark hair, and odd green and red irises. But what waa strangest was that they seemed to be human. Ridiculous. Vaespar was the only human left. Partially anyway. There was only one explanation. 

"No soliciting, even from other universes," he said with a dismissive hand wave.

"No, Vaespar! I know you! I'm from the Pokemon world! Or, the one you just got isekaied to. You need to go back!"

"That one? Pah. That one burned me. I got taught the power of friendship only to get kicked right back out!" "That was... An administrative mistake," the person said, wincing. "But there's something going on with Area Zero! Paldea knows you! You can help!"

"And what's in it for me?"

"There's a great hidden treasure in Area Zero... A great power. Surely you want that for yourself?"

Vaespar thought to himself. He had seen Area Zero while he was there and could sense phenomenal power there. If he could use it for himself..."

"...You know what? Deal. Let's see how it goes."

"Excellent! I'll put you right where you left off. Good luck!"

A glow formed around Varespar...

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...And he ended up in a child's body again, in the same part of Paldea he was before he snapped back.

Suddenly his Rotom Phone rang. He picked it up. "Vaespar The All-Devouring Darkness speaking?"

"Hello, hello, Varespar. This is Jacq."

Oh. Him.

"What do you want?"

"Sorry to bother you while you're probably out there searching for some nice treasure...You see, we have a school trip every year around this time. It's a splendid collaboration between our academy and another school. And would you believe it Vaespar? Your name was one of the ones chosen to attend!" Convenient.

"You'll get to go study and experience the great outdoors off to the east - in the Land Of Kitikami! It's a long trip to get to this year's destination, so we can't send too many students this time. You really are a lucky one, getting selected as one of the participants!"

Vaespar doubted it. The mysterious human probably arranged this.

"Come to the school's entrance hall when you're ready to hear all the details, " said Jacq. "Of course, you don't HAVE to take part. Hut this kind of chance isn't likely to come again, so you should really give it a shot if you're interested!"

"I'll be on my way." said Vaespar.

"Great! Hope to see you soon!" said Jacq. He hung up. Vaespar immediately started ringing up a Flying Taxi...

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Vaespar As soon as Vaespar was summoned back to the Pokemon world, Vaespar was invited to every school child's dream:a field trip. To facilitate this, he met up with Briar, a cheerful woman who was related to Heath, the author of the Violet Book, and wants to prove the Legendary Terapagos is real. Vaespar had no doubt this "Terapagos" was real. And he was determined to acquire its power before Briar did. 

Regardless Vaespar and several other students were transported to the land of Kitikami, which Vaespar brought Denny Jr. Jr.the shiny Flamigo along for, and later caught several other Pokemon, including a Flygon he named Anis. Then he battled a strange girl named Carmine who talked about making him her "grunt" (was she trying to form an Evil Team, Vaespar wondered) before finally escorting his companions to the community center, where they prepared for a long rest...

Denny Jr. Jr. 

This was it. Denny Jr. Jr's big moment. His father, veteran of the initial run, had raised him for this moment. This new land was strange and dangerous, but he knew he could make it! ...Could he? That Carmine girl WAS tough...

Anis

Well this was great. Anis was just chilling with the other Yanma in the rice paddies when suddenly some kid from Paldea comes and catches him. Ah well, he;'d heard traveling with Trainers builds character, and he'd manage to best that Cartmine Girl. ...With the help of a Revive from Vaespar. Okay maybe he did need the Trainer's assistance a little bit...

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Vaespar

Vaespar was sent on a quest to find signboards... but acquired an annoying tagalong, a boy named Kieran. Nevertheless he managed to trek across the land and find two of the needed signs, Kieran battling and expositing him all the while. According to the signs this land was once occupied by a fearsome ogre wielding four powerful masks, who was driven off by three heroic Pokemon at the cost of their lives. Despite the ogre's antagonistic nature Kieran was fascinated by it and wanted to be its friend. Vaespar doubted his ability to do so. But if he could harness the power of the masks...

This would have to wait. After beating up Carmine again he had to go to The Festival Of Masks. In the meantime he had picked up and evolved some new team members..

Smoothie

Wow! This Vaeespar was taking Smoothie the Sinistcha all over the place, and evolved them super quick too! They never knew having a Trainer could be so enriching! They'd have to prove themself to Vaespar - an awful lot! Ben

Well this was a pickle. Ben the Sandslash had run smack dab intro a Trainer minding his own  business. Ah well. This Trainer seemed tough. A lot of experience under his belt. And Ben had gotten to do some good clobberin' under his wing. Tamamo

Ohohoho, did thisVaespar really think he could best the Fey Fox Tamamo the Ninetales? This was only a temporary alliance. With her Tera Fairy power and cunning wits she would get the best of him!

...Eventually. Eventually...

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Vaespar

Things had taken some turns. 

During the Festival Of Masks, Vaespar encountered the ogre, and sought to gain its power, but the ogre fled, leaving only its mask, and Carmine forced him to keep it a secret. In the morning, Carmine and Vaespar learned more secrets - the myth was in reverse, the ogre was actually the hero and the so-called Loyal Three the villains. 

This knowledge in hand, Vaespar went to the final signboard. Along the way obtaining a Chewtle he named April and evolved into a Drednaw) with Kieran, only to notice the boy was acting odd. Vaespar  was almost concerned, but had other things to attend to. Like fixing the power of that mask. 

To do so he traveled to Oni Mountan's crystal pool with Carmine, where he found suspiciously familiar and enticing crystals of power. Despite the interference of a Milotic and Briar they obtained some for themselves 

Unfortunately it turns out Kieran had overheard the secrets and ran off with the mask. Vaespar needed that mask. 

He managed to wrest it from Kieran but somehow The "Loyal" Three had returned and made off with the other three masks. Vaespar was going to have to teach them a lesson...

April

April the Dradnaw knew something was going on with her home region. She knew the strange crystal spires, the ogre who lurked in the night, and glittering forms some Pokemon took weren't natural. She wanted a scoop. A scoop on what was really going on. And maybe this Vaespar could get her it...

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Vaespar

Vaespar found the "Loyal" Three basically curbstomping Ogerpon. He attempted to claim the masks from the lot of them by beating Munkidori, but after Carmine and Kieran interfered the trio ran away, leaving only Ogerpon. Vaeespar reluctantly teamed up with the two humans and one Ogerpon to track down the "Loyal" three and their masks of power, and after gathering intel in the village managed to nail down their locations. Carmine and Vaespar managed to trounce the Lousy Three oner by one and get each mask, and Kieran managed to convince the villagers of the truth of the matter so Ogerpon was no longer treated as an outcast. A seeming victory for Vaespar - he had gained easy access to Ogerpon and all its powerful masks...

...Except Kieran wanted to battle him to see who was truly worthy of being Ogerpon's companion. Ugh. This was going to be a headache...

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Tamamo thought this was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Couldn't they just share Ogerpon or something? Why was Vaespar so desperate for those masks anyways? Oh well. She could most definitely take his Shiftry. She flinched at it slapping her in the face with a Fake Out (the audacity!) but burnt away att its Focus Sash with a Flamethrower before cutting past its Leaf Blade and  finishing it off with another. 

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One down, five to go. But next was Gliscor, one of the troublesome ones... He'd need to think carefully. He sent out April.

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April knew this Gliscor was tough. But she needed to do this for the squad. The team. 

Vaespar Terastalize her, dampening an incoming Earthquake, before she slammed the Gliscor with a Liquidation. A second slam knocked it out of the air, onto the ground.

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Okay, one troublemaker out of the way. Now for Ben Vs, Probopass...

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Ben didn't like the look of this thing's nose hairs. Heknew what'd wipe them right off. 

He slammed the ground with an Earthquake. The Probopass retaliated with a Flash Cannon, which stung, but another Earthquake straight to the shnoz did the trick. 

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Come on, come on...

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Anis was getting sick of this stupid sticky apple. Oh well. He could take it. 

He cut into its rind with a Slash of Air only for it to spray him with sticky goop. Rude. A very loud Bug Buzz took care of the rest. 

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Now for Kieran's Yanmega. Another troublesome one. Vaespar would have to think carefully...

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He has his own Yanmega? Ridiculous, thought Tamamo. Oh well. She could try to beat it...

She breathed a Flamethrower onto it, burning it to a crisp. 

Excellent! She did more than try! Ohohoho!

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Yes, a troublemaker out of the way! But Vaespar knew his work wasn't done. Poliwrath was next. He knew only one Pokemon could handle this...

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Oh hey it's Poliwrath again! Thought Smoothie. Time to serve it up a order of Matcha Gotcha!

They whipped and stirred and yaaaed matcha all over the Poliwrath, The Poliwrath tried an ineffectual Belly Drum in response, to no avail. A further torrent of matcha caused it to faceplant onto the floor. 

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Vaespar cheered. He did it! THe power of Ogerpon and its masks was his!

...He almost pitied the kneeling, defeated Kieran on the ground. Almost. 

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Well this was a delicate matter, thought Tamamo. We were aiming to catch, not defeat.. This would get messy. 

And what was this? Its fire mask was full of Terastal power!

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So this was the power of Ogerpons masks, thought Vaespar. Excellent...

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Tamamo started peppering the oni with Shadow Balls, but its Grassy Terrain healed much of her blows. She did, however, absorb a fiery cudgel with her Flash Fire. 

Finally, a Slam took her out.

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This thing was clearly a Fire type,:Vaespar thought. So he had a few options...

One came to mind in particular. 

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This was it! April's scoop! Part of the secret she was looking for! She HAD to know more about this Ogerpon!

She took it out with a Liquidation. But what was this? It switched masks! April tried for a Stone Edge but a cudgel to the head took her out. ---------

Shit. Vaespar would have to adapt to the situation... 

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Whee! Thought Smoothie. Look at that mask! So pretty! 

They started showering it in Matcha Gotcha. All the Matcha Gotcha in the woooooooorld. But uh-oh, it switched masks! But that didn't mean Smoothie had to switch tactics! Matchaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

But rude, it switched masks AGAIN! NOW Smoothie needed to switch things up. Shadow Ball time! Shadow Ball Shadow Ball Shadow Baaaaaal!

Yay! It kept hitting them with a cudgel but that did it!

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Now was Vaespar's chance!

He hurled a Dre4am Ball. 

It sucked Ogerpon in. Wobbled three times. And clicked. The power of Ogerpon and its masks was now his...

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Anis was annoyed at this Mightyena Howling in his face. He could make more noise thanTHAT. And he did, with a Bug Buzz, wiping it out. ------

Vaespar wasn't as worried about Carmine as Kieran. But she was still formidable. Next was her Morpeko, which was a problem...

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Ben wondered what was up with the lil' rodent before him. It seemed on edge. He guessed he'd make it more so. 

A critical hit from a sudden Seed Bomb didn't stop his Earthquake. But the Morpeko was still standing and hit him with an Aura Wheel, only for Ben to clobber it with a second Earthquake square to the jaw. 

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Leavanny next?? Vaespar knew he'd have to bring Anis back out...

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Uhggh, this again? At least this Leavanny didn't look tough. And indeed one Air Slash did the trick. 

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Getting there, getting there...

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Fiona wasn't sure about this. 

This Ninetales was demure and graceful and cool. Nothing like her. But she felt Terrestrial energy welling from Vaespar and felt a surge of determination. Her rocky cudgel in hand, she brought it crashing down, past a Flamethrower, straight onto its head. It didn't last long after that. 

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A Sinistcha huh? Anis time again Vaespar supposed. 

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Anis was doing all the work here huh...

He hit the Sinistcha with a blade of air. Its porcelain body hung on, but it spiraled, unable to hit back. A Shadow Ball did the rest. 

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Phew. That was one Carmine dealt with. Though oddly she didn't seem to hate Vaespar for losing.... Damn. He liked making his foes squirm. 

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Vaespar

After a long struggle, Vaespar succeeded in defeating Kieran. He then went on to fell Ogerpon and her four powerful masks and secure their power for himself. Kieran was devastated and ran off, but Vaespar had a bad feeling about him...

The next day, he met up with Carmine, who confirmed Kieran was still shut up in his room, and battled her. He trounced her soundly, but she wasn't as much of a sore loser as Kieran, and she almost let something slip to Vaespar before they were suddenly summoned back to the village. Vaespar would not be forgetting that slip of the tongue. 

At the village, Vaespar learned from Briar that Kieran and Carmine were returning to Blueberry Academy, and said something about Area Zero that ALSO didn't escape Vaespar's attention. Kieran was still in his room, but Carmine vowed they would meet again. Normally Vaespar wouldn't really care about such pithy promises. But there was that thing Carmine almost said to him. And the thing Briar said about Area Zero. And that bad feeling about Kieran. Something was afoot. But he couldn't worry about it right this second. They were gone for now. His more immediate goal: track down the so-called Loyal Three and secure THEIR power for himself as well. After some backtracking he managed to find Okidogi, and prepared for battle...

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Anis knew what he had to do. Stuff this nasty dog in a ball. 

He summoned blades of air that cut into the beast's fur, causing it to flinch. It was weak. 

"Vaespar, now!"

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Vaespar grinned and loaded up the Pokeballl Cannon. 

Dusk Balls to stat. It burst free. Too light out. Ultra balls then. He started blasting them out of the Pokeball Cannon as hard as he could. Meanwhile Anis kept enduring anything the Okidogi could throw at him - Crunches, Superpowers, the like. Until - oh no. Anis was poisoned. He'd have to work fast. 

He quickly sprayed Anis with a Full Restore. "Thanks!"

"Hey that's not fair-" Okidogi started to protest, only to be sucked into another Ultra Ball. It broke free quickly, but Vaespar kept up the assault. 

Finally, one ball shook once. Shook twice. Shook a third time. And clicked. Vaespar let out a "Yes!". Okidogi was his. Now for the others...

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Really? Tamamo had to be the one to fight this disgusting monkey? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Let's get this over with. 

She hit Miunkidori with a Flamethrower, her breath burning hot.It did not like that and started Plotting Nastily, but she continued to bring on the flames. "A little help here, Vaespar?"

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"No problem."

Vaespar brought out the Pokeball Cannon and started firing. 

First couple of times, the balls did nothing, and Munkidori managed to wear down Tamamo with its powerful attacks. But Vaespar knew this would happen. Which is why he brought an ace to this one.

He sent out a Kingambit. A Shiny Kingambit. 

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Susanoo knew well the way of the warrior. But he also knew today he was on the line of defense. He steeled himself. This Munkidori thought it was tough. But Susano was ready for anything it threw at him. 

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Munkidori cried out in frustration as its attacks did nothing to Susano. Vaespar kept firing balls. 

Finally, after going through many, many balls, one clicked. Vaespar sighed in relief. One to go...

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Susanoo knew many ways of the blade. But he knew one would be useful against this Fezandipiti if Vaespar wished to catch it - the False Swipe. He performed a Dance of Swords, then struck true. 

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Vaespar loaded up the Pokeball Cannon and started firing Ultra Balls. 

Ball after ball after ball this bird would not budge. But its efforts did nothing to Susano. Thenn, finally, one clicked. Vaespar grinned. The "Loyal" Three were now all his... 

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Vaespar

Vaespar managed to capture and control Okidogi with relative ease (helps Okidogi could easily be bribed with mochi). Munkidori and Fezandipiti were noticeably more difficult (with the latter being hard to find again) but Vaespar broke out Susano the Shiny Kingambit, who allowed them to be captured (and also bribed with mochi) eventually.

Next Vaespar was curious as to what that Perrin woman wanted with him.. He collected 150 Pokemon for his Kitakami dex (helps he had most of them for completing his Paldea dex) and came to her. She said she had a big scoop she wanted Vaespar's help with (April was thrilled)...

...But she wanted to battle him first.

Great. Utterly typical of people in this universe.

So Vaespar prepared for a throwdown...

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This Bloodmoon Beast was uncouth! Unrefined! Unthinkable! Attacking Tamamo in the woods like that! While she was POISONED!

She Plotted Nastily for the beast's demise even as it slammed her with an Earth Power, then breathed a torrent of flame onto its body. 

It barely made a dent. AnotherEarth Power took her out. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. 

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Shit. Vaespar would need the big guns here. Especially with Perrin standing by and snapping photos. He sent out Smoothie. 

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Oooh, big bear friend! Smoothie wondered what to do with this one... Their Plotrting a;lso got a bit Nasty...

Oh no! They got hist with a blood moon beam! Time to act! They started spraying the beast with matcha. Lots of matcha. The Ursaluna was clearly in great pain, but steeled itself, Calm ed its Mind. It swiped its matcha away and continued to do so. Another matcha assault from Smoothie! But oh no, a blood moon bla-

-------------- Shit. Smoothie was down. But Vaespar still had one team member that could deliver a super-effective hit. He sent out April. 

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This Perrin was a kindred spirit to April... The truth mattered. Her scoop mattered. Her creative drive mattered. No way was April failing her. Her body welled with Terastal energy as she slammed into the Ursaluna with the mightiest Liquidation she could. It was weak. Vulnerable. "Vaespar NOW!"

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Vaespar brought out the Pokeball cannon. Loaded a Moon Ball. And fired. 

The ball shook thrice. And clicked. Perrin's mission was complete. As was Vaespar's. 

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Vaespar

Vaespar successfully trounced Perrin, at which point she gave him a proposition: Help her find the legendary Bloodmoon Beast. Seeing it as another being of great power he could control, Vaespar accepted. 

Theory went off into the woods in the dim of night to find it, with Vaespar and Perrin photographing the local wildlife to filter out the beast's signals.Afterwards Perrin vented to Vaespar about her creative struggles, to which Vaespae replied "that's rough buddy.". 

Eventually they narrowed things down until they could locate the beast - a frenzied, bizarre-looking Ursaluna. 

After a notedly rough battle Vaespar managed to capture and secure the Bloodmoon Ursaluna. Perrin was not able to get good photos, but she left with newfound confidence anyway, giving Vaespar a free puppy before she went. Enough of a percentage of Vaespar felt bad he tried to take his own pictures of Ganondorf the Blodmoon Ursaluna for her... only for him to not cooperate.

Bah. Fine, Whatever. In the meantime he still had one more goal for this region.. Find a Shiny Pokemon. And then the others' talks about a Blueberry Academy intrigued him...

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Vaespar

In searching for an elusive Shiny Pokemon, Vaespar found a ~mystery outbreak~ on his map and headed there. 

It turned out to be a bunch of Gurdurr Vaespar shrugged and went "sure, why not", then started mowing through them with Anis. After several minutes of this Vaespar noticed something odd about one of the remaining Gurdurr. It was orange. 

...It was orange!

Vaespar quickly lobbed a Quick Ball at it. It wobbled three times and clicked, and the Shiny Gurdurr was his. Vaespar was  victorious. He named the new recruit Cheeto. After this, he felt he'd explore Kitakami a bit longer. But he had to wonder what was next...

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Vaespar was going after raids. Powerful raids. Legendary raids. When suddenly his Rotom Phone rang. He sighed and answered it. "This is Clavell. Do I have the pleasure of speaking with Master Vaespar?"

Vaespar did like how he called him "master." "Yes."

"My my. It certainly does this old heart good to be greeted with such a... Lively response. Now if I could take a moment of your time, there is something we must discuss."

Vaespar raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Master Vaespar, you're about to be presented with an exceptional opportunity. You already know of the Unova region's Blueberry Academy I presume?"

Right, wasn't that where those Carmine and Kieran brats went to? "I've heard of it."

"Indeed. Tales of your school trip to Kitakami with the Blueberry cohort reached even my office! In any case, the director of Blueberry Academy happened to be an old friend of mine. And he told me he would be delighted to host you as an exchange student at his school."

Wait, so he was going all the way across the world again?

"I believe it would be a fine chance for you to learn even more about this world."

Well there you have it.

"One should always take advantage of new challenges like this, don't you think? Though I must confess, I was a bit surprised that Blueberry's director would specify you by name..."

...This was Carmine's fault wasn't it?

"Still I think it best that you meet the man at least once to find out what he might be thinking. He is admittedly a bit of a character, but not to worry - I'll be there when you meet him.

From what Vaespar knew from knowing Clavell that wasn't reassuring.

"Once you feel ready to respond to his offer I ask that you come by my office so we can discuss the specifics together. "...Very well," said Vaespar.

"Now I won't take up any more of your time. Do take care until we speak again."

Clavell hung up. 

Vaespar sighed. Hopefully THIS trip would unveil the secret Arceus spoke uf he was still seeking...

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Vaespar Vaespar was introduced to the very blue Blueberry Academy by the ditzy Cyrano and the more straight-laced Lacey. The latter was a surprisingly powerful foe in battle and Vaespar knew he had to build up his team beyond just Sticky. 

The good news is the school had its own giant Terarium powered by its own mysterious-green-goio-fueled Tera Orb, and it was filled with wild Pokemon. Vaespar met Perrin again and added her Growlithe Oatchi to his tea at her request, but after much searching he found the Ground type he needed to hopefully counter Lacey's Electric types: an Alolan Diglett he names Bon Jovi. Now, didn't Lacey want him for a class on the beach...?

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Sticky

Sticky had been a gift to Vaespar from a traveling Trainer.As such, he was honored to be used on Vaespar's team, especially as he was evolved right away. 

...However he preformed poorly against Lacey, even with assistance. He knew he'd have to get stronger to please Vaespar. ------------

Oatchi

Oatchi was a good pupper! He knew this because Perrin said so. Perrin said Vaespar would take care of him so he trusted Vaespar too. He just needed to prove his worth - he was itching for a battle...

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Bon Jovi

Aw yeah! Bon Jovi had only just joined the team, but he was ready to take the Terarium on! This Vaespar Trainer seemed shifty but to be honest, he didn't care - it was his life!

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Vaespar

Vaespar continued exploring the Terarium, acquiring a fourth team member in the form of Amonduul the Galarian Slowpoke (and later painstakingly gathering enough twigs to evolve him into a Galarian Slowking), but was ultimately forced to confront the supposed reason he was here - education. Thankfully the lesson was "catch an Alolan variant" and he already had Bon Jovi, so the lesson was aced, to Lacey's pleasure. But then Carmine came knocking. Or perhaps ringing, on his phone. Shewanted to meet up with him and Vaespar begrudgingly obliged - 

After a couple battles with her - the first Vaespar refused to admit he lost and the second Vaespar refused to admit he used Vergil and a Palkia from a raid as as "backup" - Vaespar found out she was worried because Kieran had lost his marbles, taken over the League Club, and was ruling over it with an iron fist - which Vaespar had to admit was incredible chutzpah. 

Then however, he was interrupted by the ditzy Drayton, who was determined to add Vaespar to the league club. Vaespar went along with it - if that was the fastest way to powe4r here, so be it.

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Amonduul

Amonduul could tell he and Vaespar were kindred spirits. The lust for power, the h u n g e r, the cold, calculated way they did things... Yes, it'd be a beautiful partnership. At least until Amonduul made sure he was the one in charge. 

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Vaespar

After being told by Carmine that something was up with Kieran (highly obvious) and not to trust Drayton (Vaespar trusts no one), then gaining two new team members in Milkshake the Milcery (later Alcremie) and Lae'zel the Scraggy (later Scrafty), Vaespar ignored Carmine's advice and went on a "lunch date" with Drayton. There, he encountered the rest of the local Elite 4, including Kieran, who Drayton used Vaespar as a psychological weapon against. Despite several people's protests Vaespar was inducted into Blueberry Academy's school Pokemon League, and told to take on the Elite 4 across the Terarium. Vaespar felt he'd be cheeky and challenge Drayton first - but ran into a snag when Sticky and Oatchi were barred from the League Trial. Still, the rest of his team prevailed, and Vaespar prepared his FULL team for the showdown against Drayton...

------------- Milkshake

Milkshake was here to help! When she saw this exchange student needed a helping hand she jumped at the call. But she saw inklings both the exchange student and the help were questionable... Oh well! She'd give it her best!

---------------- Lae'zel

Lae'zel was done with this. Paired with inferior warriors, sent on a pointless mission to defeat some elite four, and for who? Some slimy human named Vaespar. Oh well. At least there would be many opponents to cut down gloriously along the way. Fruitful conquests to be had. Yes... If it was not worth it at first, she would make it worth it by force.

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This Drayton guy clearly thought he was all that. 

Vaespar would show him he was mistaken. 

As soon as Drayton sent out a Flygon and Dragonite, Vaespar sent out Masamune the Hisuian Samurott and... Mewtwo. 

"Woah dude, I thought Mewtwo wasn't even real!" said Drayton. "Did you really think I'd adhere to your stupid little Terarium Only challenge the ,moment you let it up?"

Ice Beams and Ceaseless Edges dug into Drayton's Pokemon

"...No?" Drayton said. "That was just for the-"

"Listen here you little bitch," said Vaespar. A Sceptile fell to Masamune's X-Scissor. A Haxorus to Mewtwo's Ice Beam. Drayton desperately sent out a Kingdra in its place, which started Rain dancing

"You may think you're the one in control here. False. It's me who's in control. And I will not hesitate to crush you into dust."

:"We'll see about that!" said Drayton."Go Archaludon!"

He sent out a very strange bridge-like Pokemon. It Terastalized and sent a massive blast of electricity at Masamune. "Ugh... I have failed..."

Masamune collapsed.

Shit. Vaespar had to actually strategize now. "Go Boudicia!"

He sent out a Clodsire. "Helloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo", said Boudicia. 

The Kingdra attempted to Hydro Pump Her, but Boudicia soaked it up like a sponge, knocking the Kingdra out with a retaliatory Poison Jab. Mewtwo meanwhile took out the Archaludon. "That's what I'm talkin' about." Drayton seemed oddly pleased at his defeat. People of this world could be Like That but Vaespar had his eye on him...

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Vaespar Vaespar attempted to fight Drayton once. Then again. And then a third time before finally relenting and siccing various mons he had gotten from or used in raids on him. Just to teach him a lesson. 

Vaespar knew his team wasn't strong enough, and he didn't feel like relying on backups more than he had to. So first, according to Drayton's advice, he used the TM Drayton gave him on Sticky, causing him to evolve into a Hydrapple. Then he went on a quest around the Terarium, challenging Raids and racking up Rare and EXP Candies and LP for his team. Hopefully soon they could challenge the Fire Elite 4...

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Crispin was serving up a Talonflame and Heat Rotom, huh? Well Vaespar had a plan, hopefully. 

"Oatchi, Rock Slide! Milkshake, Decorate Oatchi!"

"Rock Slide! Rock Slide!!!!" said Oatchi!

"Here to help!" said Milkshake.

Milkshake flinched as she ate a Will-O-Wisp but gave Oatchi a boost with her sweet energy, allowing him to take the Rotom out. The Talonflame was still standing thanks to a Focus Sash, but started Roosting it off as Oatchi decimated an incoming Exeggutor with a Flare Blitz. The Talonflame countered with a Flare Blitz of its own to Milkshake, but she hung on and kept decorating.

"Sugar rush! Sugar ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuush!" yelled Oatchi as his onslaught of rocks took out the Talonflame and an incoming Camerupt. 

All that was left was a Blaziken and a Magmortar. Vaespar knew the former was dangerous to Oartchi, but if he was fast enough...

"Oatchi! Keep going!"

And his gambit paid off. Crispin immediately Terastalized his Blaziken in a burst of shining crystal... leaving it more vulnerable to the incoming avalanche of rocks. It and the Magmortar were taken out in one fell swoop 

Vaespar rubbed his hands against each other. Things were finally coming together...

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Vaespar

Vaespar went to challenge the Fire Elite 4 and was promptly forced to make the world's spiciest sandwich beforehand. After way too much time battling and bartering for ingredients Vaespar managed to create a catastrophic capsaicin calamity to Crispin's satisfaction. The battle with Crispin afterwards was ironically much easier due to the dream team of Oatchi on offense and Milkshake on support. 

However Kieran and Drayton showed up afterwards, applauding his progress and Kieran telling Vaespar to never surrender until he got to him. Psh. Like Vaerspar ever surrendered to anyone. Much less the jealous brat who went insane over him and Ogerpon.

Anyway Vaespar quickly made his way over to the Steel Elite 4, where the stern steely girl in question fed Dante a strange plant - a new Herba Mystica?- that enhanced his flight capabilities for a flight-based time trial. However, the test run was... a little dicey, and even Vaespar admitted they needed some practice...

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Vaespar couldn't believe he was doing this again. But multiple attempts left him little choice. 

Mewtwo and Chi-Yu took the field against Dugtrio and Skarmory. Mewtwo scoffed at being forced to do this, but Chi-Yu...

"Yay, happy! Burny burny!"

The revelry did not last long as an Earthquake rocked Chi-yu's world and Stealth Rocks (accursed  Stealth Rocks, Vaespar thought) were scattered by the Skarmory. Chi Yu was taken out by a Stone Edge,but its flames had already weakened the others, and Mewtwo took out the two rapidly with Aura Spheres. An Empoleon met a similar fate as Vaespar swapped in Masamune the Then came the Scizor and Reunclius. Mewtwo did not take note of them at first. But then the Reunclus cast a Trick Room. And the Scizor lunged and dug into him with a Pounce. Then again. "Ugh... How could I possibly..."

He fell.

Shit, Vaespar thought. There goes his ace. But he brought a backup. He sent out Zakuro the Delphox. "Hmph. We've got cleanup work to do," she said. 

"Let's make it quick," said Masamune. She downed the Scizor with a Flamethrower (despite its Coba Berry) and Masamune cut down the Reuniclus with a Ceaseless Edge. 

Then came the Metagross, which immediately Terastalized. But Masamune and Zakuro knew what to do. Zakuro fired another Flamethrower, its flames cascading across the Metagross. Masamune cut into its crystalline hide with a Sacred Sword. 

The Metagross quickly fell. Vaespar breathed a sigh of relief. This Amarys, he admitted, was tough even when he went all out...

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Vaespar

Vaespar and Dante, after some practice, finally managed to conquer the flying time trial. Vaespar was feeling pretty good about himself. Then Amarys was tough. Very tough. Vaespar was forced to bring out the big guns again and STILL had trouble. He won in the end, but. 

This wasn't right. Vaespar shouldn't have to use his maximum power just to deal with these Blueberry fools. He should be able to swat them aside without a care in the world. What was going on?

He did a few tasks to earn his way into challenging Lacey, and passed her test with flying colors. But as he geared up to challenge her Vaespar considered a possibility he hadn't in millenia.

Was he... weak?

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A Whimsicott and a Granbull. Right, both of these needed to be taken out fast for what Vaespar had planned. "Milkshake, Decorate! Amonduul, Sludge Bomb!"

"One serving of sweetness coming up!" said Milkshake

"Pitiful pup. You're no match for me!" said Amonduul. A Light Screen from the Whimsicott and a Stomping Tantrum from the Granbull did not stop the defending pair's combo from decimating the Granbull. The Primarina that entered was not so kind, taking out Amonduul, but a Dazzling Gleam from Milkshake wore it and the Whimsicott down. He sent out Bon Jovi. 

:"Iron head that Whimsicott!"

"Oh yeah! Livin' on a prayer!"

Bon Jovi slammed all three of his finely haired heads into the Whimsicott, taking it out. However, the Primarina immediately sung a Sparkling Araia at Bon Jovi. "Oog... I guess you may be the better singer..."

He fainted. But the Whimsicott was out of the picture. Vaespar knew what he had to do. "Sticky, go! Terastalize!"

A crystal aura surrounded Sticky as he became... a Water type?

"Heehee! Bet you didn't expect that, did you?" said Sticky. His Energy Ball took out the rimarina, as Lacey sent out a Slowbrto and her own Alcremie. The Slowbro smacked Milkshake with a side arm only for her to hold on and Decorate Sticky. Sticky hit the Slowbro with a Tera Blast, knocking it out.

An Excadrill was sent out in its place, KOing Milkshake with an Iron Head, but Sticky Water Tera Blasted that into oblivion too. But then the Alcremie hit Sticky with a Giga Drain. Shit. He needed to act fast. And he knew just who could. :"Oatchi! Extremespeed!"

"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarge!" yelled Oatchi.

IHe slammed into and  left a dent in the Alcremie, but not enough to stop it from sapping more of Sticky's health. Sticky perservered, however, and blasted it away with Water Tera Blast. 

Vaespar did it. He had beaten all of the elite four. He should be celebrating. ...But he had a suspicion what was next...

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"Heh. Heh heh heh heh," said Vaespar. 

Mewtwo was on the field again. As was... Milkshake?

"Oh... I'm not really sure I can compete with the Big Guns team..."

~Hey.~ said Mewtwo. "Huh?" said Milkshake. ~Trust me. You'll be fine. Just keep supporting us.~

"Right! I'll do my best!"

Mewtwo fired a couple Ice Beams at Kieran's Dragonite, ignoring the Politod's Weather BallBlasts. The Dragonite was knocked out,but an Incineroar came out in its place and Faked Mewtwo out. 

"Fool!" Vaespar yelled. "You think you're the only one who can break out a ridiculous hyper- optimized team?"

The Incineroar fell to an Aura Sphere to the face, but a weather Ball finally took out Mewtwo. Not too worry. Vaespar had Vergil. 

The Miraidon was sent out just as Milkshake's Dazzling Gleam cut into the Politoed and took it out. 

"This kid my inferior sibling mentioned?" said Vergil. Pathetic," said Vergil.

"You need to face the facts. You will never truly best me. I will always be one step ahead," said Vaespar.

A Porygon Z was sent ou- Nope, Vergil was deleting that. A Hudrapple and Grimsnarrl were sent out, the former Terastalizing into a Fighting type - odd choice - and the latter being decimated by the Electro Drift.

"So STOP BASING YOUR ENTIRE SELF AROUND BEATING ME!"

An Electro Drift from Vergil slammed into the Hydrapple. Its crystal armor exploded as it fell. 

"Hmph. Good riddance."" said Vergil. 

"I... I did it. I did it!" said Milkshajke. 

At first Vaespar was enjoying the look of shock etched into Kieran's face. Then a voice cut into his brain. You're just as pathetic as he is.

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Vaespar couldn't believe this. He had been invited to an expedition to the very darkest depths of Area Zero, to find the true Hidden Treasure, Terapagos, the being he'd been seeing all this time...

...And Kieran just snatches it from him! The audacity! Vaespar would not let this stand. "Go Milkshake! Dazzling Gleam!

"I'll dazzle it up!"

She blasted Terapagos with sparkling light, but its hide seemed to change, adapt, almost to better take the hits. There was a further back and forth of this until Milkshake was finally forced to Recover. She flinched to one Zen Headbutt but dodged another. 

"I.... I want to help Vaespar!"

She dodged another. Filled the whole room with sparkling light. And Terapagos was down. 

...Or was it?

Briarr had made a discovery. A revelation that would turn the tables. 

Vaespar did not approve of this. 

But Terapagos Terastalized anyway. And that's when things went wrong. "Hang on!"

It was Dante. He shielded the party from Terapagos' out of control energy. 

Kieran tried to recall Terapagos but his Master Ball shattered. Even Briar was starting to panic. 

But Vaespar and Carmine stepped up. 

Carmine's Sinistcha healed Milkshake with a dose of her matcha. "Thank you kindly!" said Milkshake as she let loose a Dazzling Gleam. 

Briar pointed our a barrier... Maybe...

"Milkshake, come back! Sticky, come on!"

Sticky entered the battlefield being barraged by a Tera Starstorm. He hissed at the impact. 

"Now that's not very pleasant of you. "

The starstorm continued, but Sticky held on and spat a Fickle Beam at Terapagos' core. 

"Now Sticky! Terastalize!"

Sticky glowed with watery power as he became Water Tera, firing a matching Tera Blast. The blast made a dent in the barrier as Vaespar quickly sprayed a Max Potion on Sticky. 

But then a powerful Starstorm obliterated Sticky. 

"...Milkshake, you're back in!"

"Oh, okay!"

Milkshake and Terapagos started hammering away at each other, Chipping away bit by bit at one another. But Milkshake fell first.

Vaespar was nervous. But as he sent out Amonduul,he realized his Tera Orb was still charged. "Amondull, Terastalize! Psychic!"

"Foolish being of power, I will crush you!" said Amondull. 

Amoonduul shone with Terastal energy and shattered the barrier... only for Terapagos to absorb the Terastal energy and make another.

"Urk..."

Amonduul recoiled at repeated Earth Powers but still whittled down the barrier with a few Psychics before falling. Meanwhile Vaespar snuck a Revive to a team member...

Lae'zel came to face Terapagos next. "You will di-"

She was taken out quickly. But then Sticky took the field. 

"I'm back! Hehehe," he said, lobbing Syrupy Bombs to slow Terapagos down. 

Knowing it would make him a bit vulnerable, Vaespar Terastalized Sticky to break the barrier. And that he did, only for his own Tera energy to be stolen. Vaespar was on the ropes. 

Then Kieran entered the fray, with his own Hydrapple. 

"Excellent!"

Sticky was taken out again, but Vaespar had a plan - sneaking a Elexir and Max Revive to one particular team member...

"Milkshake, you're back in!"

"We... we won't lose!"

She began firing off Dazzling Gleams again. The Hydrapple supported with Syrup Bombs and Dragon Cheers before being taken out and replaced with a Dragonite. Then Vaespar saw a familiar gleam from his Tera Orb. "NOW!"

Cream turned to crystal as Milkshake Terastalized. Her sparkling light hammered even harder as the Terapagos shook and trembled from her and Dragonite's attacks. It hung on with one more HP, attempted to attack...

Then Kieran's Dragonite cracked it wide open with an Extremespeed. 

Vaespar saw the opportunity, heard Kieran cheering him on, and tossed a Luxury ball. It shook once and clicked. Vaespar did it. The Hidden Treasure Of Area Zero was his. 

He was NOT weak. 

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Vaespar did trounce Lacey - it took some finagling, but Sticky and his Water Tera won out in the end. 

Then came Kieran. And. after the first attempt... nope, he was going to have to bring out the big guns. And also Milkshake. 

With Kieran fully humiliated, as both Drayton and Vaespar had planned, they and Carmine werre suddenly invited to a expedition to Area Zero with Briar, on Geeta and Rika's behest. Drayton decl;ined, but the other three accepted, With Vaespar eagerly taking the Indigo Disk Geeta offered him. Finally, what he was seeking all along was ahead...

Once they were in Area Zero, the group used the Indigo Disk to delve into the Underdepths, solving puzzles along the way until they found the core - Terapagos. Vaespar had barely any time to contemplate how small such a powerful, reality-warping being was when Kieran immediately snatched it from him with a Master Ball, and Vaespar had to fight for it back. 

But then things got worse. Kieran's attempt to Terastalize Terapagos sent it out of control, and he, Carmine and Vaespar had to team up to take it down. This time Vaespar caught it - finally, the Hidden Treasure Of Area Zero was his. 

The quartet returned home triumphant, Kieran being determined to repair things with Vaespar, to Vaespar's chagrin. Briar started writing a book, and gave Vaespar an early copy. But on a whim Vaespar took Terapagos to the Crystal Pool, sensing a connection. 

And that's when Professor Turo showed up. After a conversation where both parties were very confused (and Dante was overjoyed) the two exchanged books, then Turo vanished. Vaespar was left wondering if he had altered this timeline or another. 

What was clear is he needed to look into harnessing Terapagos' power. But he had other things he needed to take care of too. He started collecting Pokemon for Perrin's new quest, including a strange musical one he found through an odd ritual...

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Vaespar

Vaespar had finally collected 200 Pokemon. He presented his Pokedex to Perrin, who was impressed and in turn presented him two photos - one of a beast called Iron Boulder and one of a creature called Iron Crown. 

Vaespar delved into Area Zero to find them. He looked over and over and over and over. Until he found both Pokemon and caught them. He returned to Perrin, who snapped a few photos of his catches and rewarded him with... a rare but otherwise unremarkable Pokeball called a Sports Ball. 

Oh well. At least she was happy now. 

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Vaespar Vaespar was beginning to give up hope. 

He wanted to find a Shiny Pokemon in Blueberry Academy, just as he had in Paldea and Kitikami. But he had been surging through countless Duraldons with no hope. But then finally Susanoo refused to fight one. 

Finally one was a slightly different shade than the others. Finally one sparkled. He caught her in a Moon Ball. Named her Kaikyo. Made sure to evolve her as soon as possible. 

She was beautiful. And she was his. 

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This creature certainly had given Vaespar all sorts of annoyance. Turning his "friends" and all of Kitikami into mochi-obsessed dancing zombies just to get in his way... awfully rude, wasn't it? BUt if Vaespar could capture it and use its powers for himself.... "Susanoo, Iron Head."

"It shall be done."

The creature spat a Shadow Ball, but the Shiny Kingambit shrugged it off with his Defiance  and slammed the blade on his head into it. "Ramp it up! Kowtow Cleave!"

This time the blade was cloaked in inky dark energy as it sliced through another Shadow Ball - and straight into the creature's body. 

Vaespar heard Kieran shouting he had an opportunity. He knew what he had to do. He grabbed the Sport Ball Perrin gave him and hurled. 

The ball sucked it in, shook three times, and clicked. Vaespar grinned wickedly. Another powerful being for his collection...

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Vaespar Zombies. Really. Here of all places?

But they happened. His "friends" had forced themselves along to Kitikami to meet his other "friends" while he was in the middle of IMPORTANT preparations! But then Carmine fell to the mysterious conjunctivitis zombie curse, then everyone else started falling to it, leaving Vaespar and Kieran to fight the source - a mysterious Pokemon named Pecharunt and its intoxicating mochi. Eventually Kieran held the zombie hordes off as Vaespar took down both the zombified Nemona and Petcharunt itself, catching it in the Sport Ball Nemona provided him. His "friends" had a good rest of their time together and said their heartfelt goodbyes, but Vaespar was more focused on this Pecharunt - with it,   Ogerpon,  and Terapagos' powers combined....

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Vaespar had all the right ingredients for success. Before him stood two Pokemon - Terapagos and Pecharunt, as well as Ogerpon's msks..He was using his power and their power to create... something while the mysterious stranger watched worriedly nearby. Finally, it congealed. Settled into clumps. Until Vaespar lifted up a platter of it in triumph. "Yes! My own patented stellar mochi! This will turn anyone who eats it into my superpowered servants!"

"That sounds awfully sinister," said the person. "I'm not sure I can let you do that." Vaespar raised an eyebrow. "You let me run all around your world to do this."

"You helped me solve several problems along the way! I assumed the best!"

"Well too bad. I know better than to beat you in a fight, but I'm taking these back to my home universe whether you like it or no-"

There was a blip. Vaespar disappeared, and the mochi clattered to the floor,

"Phew!" said the person. "Good thing I can in fact put him right back where he came from."

"Oh! Those are the snacks we made!" said Terapagos. "I wanna try some..."

He moved toward the crystal mochi. The person hurriedly scooped him up and cradled him close to his chest. 

"No, those are bad for you!"

"Damn," said Peecharunt. "I coulda controlled Terapagos... I coulda made it love me..."

"Don't you start!" said the person

Pecharunt sighed. With a glow, the person transformed into none other than Arceus. 

"Now," said Arceus, "I'll have to think on who I pick as the trainer hero for next time... Maybe someone less risky."

"...Maybe."

#umbra plays pokemon area zero #the hidden treasure of area zero #the teal mask #pokemon scarlet and violet #the indigo disk #carmine #kieran #briar #original character #ogerpon #terapagos #fanfiction

[royalwilmon]

i NEED u to write the first wilmon meet up and their first kiss PLEASE. also merry christmas <333

today is the one year anniversary of me posting cmul. thank you thank you thank you. here is a little treat, so long overdue.

we all will be together (call me up late irl #13)

this is part of a series of drabbles that give a closer look at what is going on behind the screens of call me up late. i want to do a bunch of these over time so please let me know which parts of cmul you want to see more from!!

“It’s a beautiful day for a sleigh ride. Actually, we’ve just stopped down in Bjärstad. Right now, I’m outside this charming little-”

“No, you’re not. Oh my - no. No no no no.”

“Ha! Simme-”

“There’s no way you’re really - fuck.”

“Are you okay?”

“Tripped over - just putting on my… Ayub, stop laughing, I just… Oh, I see, they’re in on this, too. Fuck.”

“Ha. Get your damn coat on, Simon. I’m getting chilly out here.”

“Wille, what-”

“I’m serious. Hurry it up. I want to kiss you.”

“I’m almost… - oh, I thought you were kidding. You really brought a horse.”

“Not just any horse! Don’t you recognize him?”

“Huh?”

“It’s your long-lost lover! Rousseau! Reunited at last!”

“No…”

“Figured I’d ask Felice for one more favor since I already owe her my entire life.”

“Wille…”

“He’s actually a really nice guy, this Rousseau. I don’t think he’ll kick you again. But this time, I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

“I…”

“So, are you just going to stand there in your doorway, or are you going to - oh, okay.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

Simon ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, nearly tripping on the small patch of grass that was slick from recently fallen snow. 

Pausing in front of Wilhelm, finally, Simon felt like he couldn’t breathe. Partially because of the physical feat he had just accomplished – getting dressed and scrambling out the door in record time. Partially because Wille was just about the most beautiful human being he had ever seen, and he was real. So real. He was standing on the street outside Simon's house, wearing a long dark peacoat with a checkered scarf. Clearly, Wille hadn’t been lying about getting cold, as his cheeks were flushed, the tip of his nose a bright pink color. It was adorable. He was perfect. He was Wille.

Simon opened his mouth to greet him, maybe offer a quip or two about the horse, just some sort of verbal icebreaker, but really, there was no ice to be broken. It was Wille, just Wille. 

The boy on his phone. Except, he was real, living and breathing, inches away instead of miles. Here.

Disbelief overpowered his senses. All he could do was stare, mouth hanging open, words lost as his mind rapidly clouded. 

Simon didn’t really need to think about what to say. In actuality, he really wasn’t even given a chance. 

Before he could even get his bearings, two large, cold hands covered his cheeks. Wille’s hands. Touching him. 

And then Wille’s lips were on his. 

The first kiss was forceful – a fierce press of lips that smushed Simon’s nose and honestly kind of hurt. Simon’s mind and body were still jarringly disconnected, physically trying to react to being kissed, like, really actually kissed, while emotionally processing the fact that the boy he loved through the phone was finally here, at his house. Simon found his hands lifting to touch, needing the tangible confirmation that this was real, while simultaneously trying to counter the force against his lips with his own. 

The kiss wasn’t great. It was uncomfortable, the angle was awkward, and Simon’s nose would probably ache for a while. Still, Simon’s first coherent thought was that he wouldn’t have wanted this any other way. He couldn’t help but smile – one that grew into a Cheshire grin as he felt Wille’s mouth mirror his, smiling against his lips. They separated a little, for the briefest of moments, before Simon leaned into Wille’s lips again, making the kiss softer, sweeter. The exact type of kiss Simon had been imagining in his mind repeatedly since that fateful day when he misread Henry’s handwriting and entered a number or two incorrectly. 

Wille’s lips were cold, but each press of his lips warmed them, and even though the winter weather was harsh today, Simon’s body felt red hot. With love on his lips, Simon felt so close to Wille. His heart had been feeling this way for months, but it was such a new feeling for his body. One that he didn’t think he could ever get enough of. 

Simon kissed and kissed and kissed him. Wille’s hands migrated from Simon’s cheeks to his neck to his waist, holding him steady. Simon was grateful for that because otherwise, he might have just floated away altogether. Meanwhile, Simon’s hands worked their way up Wille’s chest before clinging to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Simon needed him closer. After so long of distance being one of their numerous obstacles, he wanted to tear it down completely, leaving nothing. Not even an inch.

The problem with eliminating the space between them was that it made breathing somewhat tricky. Reluctantly, Simon collapsed on the heels of his feet, letting out a warm huff of air when he couldn't fight his lungs any longer. Still holding Wille close by the shoulders, Simon let his head fall on his chest, before moving his arms to grip Wille in a hug. Closer closer closer. 

“Hi,” Wille laughed, and it sounded so sweet in Simon’s ears, no longer muffled by grainy cell phone audio. Wille shifted slightly to return the embrace, and Simon felt so surrounded by him. By his body, his warmth, his love. Simon felt a light pressure at the crown of his head where Wille had pressed his lips, kissing Simon’s hair with the sweetest tenderness. 

And that was just about the loveliest thing Simon had ever experienced. So, Simon just had to kiss him again in return.

“Hi,” Simon finally replied when they parted a good while later. 

Wille smiled. And then Wille kissed him again. 

It felt… familiar. Simon didn’t fully comprehend why, as everything about this was so new. He had never been kissed by someone like this – by someone that loved him. Someone he loved in return. He had felt like this before, though. With Wille. He felt like this when he would FaceTime with Wille for hours and hours and hours. He felt this feeling whenever Wille would suddenly get quiet and look at Simon, really look at him. Simon thought that kissing Wille felt like being in love, and he knew that emotion very well. 

Still, there were little surprises – things that his imagination never quite reached. The unfamiliar smell of Wille’s cologne. The way he found himself balancing on the tips of his toes to reach Wille’s lips fully. 

“You’re taller than I thought you’d be,” Simon observed. He had to tilt his head up just a little to meet Wille’s eyes. At this exact moment, they were looking down at Simon with so much warmth, that Simon thought he might melt into the snow below his feet. 

“Am I?” Wille asked, amusement beginning to spark in his smile. 

“I think so,” Simon nodded. 

Looking down just a bit to see Simon, Wille’s bangs had fallen, now brushing softly against Simon’s cheek. So many moments before, separated by distance and screens while on video calls, Simon had seen Wille’s hair fall in front of his eyes. Simon had ached to be able to traverse through the phone and fix it, to be able to feel it soft beneath his fingertips. Now, with Wille actually within his reach, he was able follow through on his urge to reach up and brush Wille’s hair out of his face, tucking the loose strands carefully back in place.

Being able to actually act on this impulse was something Simon could hardly comprehend. 

“I can’t believe you’re real,” Simon breathed, bewildered. 

Wille raised an eyebrow at him with a teasing sort of skepticism. “Did you think I was catfishing you? After all this time?” 

“No,” Simon said, letting his fingers drop from Wille’s hair to play with the scarf around his neck as he spoke. “But I was almost convinced I had dreamed you up. These past few months were just my imagination playing tricks on me.” 

“It feels like that for me, too,” Wille whispered in response. As cliché as it sounded, Simon swore his heart skipped a beat or two.  

“Kiss me again,” Simon stated, looking Wille deep in his eyes. “Kiss me so I know this is real.” 

Wille nodded, reaching a hand up to hold Simon’s chin gently as he covered Simon’s upper lip with his own. Each touch feather light and gentle, Simon still felt like he could be jostled awake at any moment, and this precious little dream would leave him. Just like it had before.

Simon frowned when Wille pulled away. “Hey. I’m not convinced yet.” 

“Something tells me you’re not going to be convinced any time soon,” Wille laughed. Simon loved the sound of Wille’s laugh. It was bright, warm, and contagious. 

“Probably not,” Simon confirmed, licking his lips and biting down yet another smile. “Will that be a problem?”

“Not in the slightest,” Wille answered, before leaning in again to attempt to convince Simon further that this was all actually happening. 

This time, they let the heat behind their kisses begin to spark into a flame. The movement of their lips grew curious and hungry, finally letting their tongues enter the equation with a tentative air of exploration. 

Just as Simon wrapped his arms up around Wille’s neck to tug him closer, the horse looming large behind Wille let out a sudden whinny. The noise startled Simon, and without thinking, he jumped and let out an involuntary frightened shudder.  

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Simon hissed, glaring at the horse as he stumbled backward. Rousseau, much to Simon’s dismay, was glaring right back. It had all started as a joke, of course, but it did feel like the damn creature did have some sort of vendetta against Simon. Exhibit A was the nasty kick to the rear back in September, and Exhibit B was interrupting his reunion with his boyfriend just as things were getting good. 

“You really are scared, aren’t you?” Wille grinned, stepping forward to where Simon had retreated. He immediately reached to rest his hands on Simon’s arms, a comforting gesture that made the spike of anxiety from the horse melt away like it was never there in the first place. 

The way Wille followed him, making sure they were touching again just as soon as they had separated, made something twist in Simon’s chest. Simon realized then that Wille felt it too – the gravitational pull between them that had spent the last four months tugging at their heartstrings, bringing them closer and closer together. Now that they shared the same physical space, Simon felt the constant urge to tumble into that gravity. 

Leaning into Wille’s touch, reveling in how whole it made him feel, Simon was able to still his mind enough to attempt to maintain the conversation. “Where did you think all this disdain for your ridiculous horse agenda came from?” 

“Do you…” Wille’s teasing smile dissipated in an instant. Simon felt Wille’s gaze on every inch of his face, clearly trying to discern what it was that Simon was feeling. Simon didn’t think he’d ever had someone care so much about his emotions, and he felt his blush deepen on his face the more Wille looked. “Sorry, do you want me to stop? With the horses? Like, all the jokes, and–”

“No, I… No. I mean, if you…” Simon stammered, tripping over every sylable. Of course, Wille had to go and be all earnest about it. It was just as endearing as it was frustrating. 

Simon hated how the cool and aloof personality he maintained dissolved into a blubbery mess in person. He had been practicing his poker face via FaceTime, but face to face, it was even more challenging. He loved the horse jokes. Obviously, he loved the horse jokes. But the whole key to it was making sure Wille didn’t know that. If this boy weren’t so damn charming and funny and irresistible, then maybe Simon would be able to fight his smile better, but he just couldn’t help himself.

With Wille, he was annoyingly transparent.  

“I knew it! That beautiful face of yours!” Wille beamed, thoroughly delighted by Simon’s wordless admission. “You can’t hide behind texts now, love. Admit it, Simon, you love my horse jokes.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. The jokes can stay, but I want to be clear when I say I am not getting anywhere near that particular horse ever again,” Simon said, pointing at where Rousseau stood, still staring Simon down with his evil, ancient eyes. 

“Not even for a little sleigh ride?” Wille asked, his smile melting into something more complex, maybe a little disappointed. Oh no. This wasn’t what Simon had intended. “I thought we could… Well, we don’t have to, but–”

“Wille,” Simon interrupted quickly. He smiled warmly and reached to fix Wille’s hair again. He loved how he could almost feel Wille’s anxiety calm under his fingertips. “I was just teasing. I would love to go on a sleigh ride with you.” 

“Okay,” Wille breathed. Simon leaned in to leave one short, sure kiss on Wille’s lips, and when they parted, Wille was smiling again. “Okay, cool.” 

Wille turned around to face the sleigh with an excited twinkle in his eye. Simon wanted to bottle that twinkle, thinking it was probably bright enough to power a small city. 

Wille reached out a hand to Simon, and Simon eagerly took it, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tight. Simon took a deliberate moment to look down at their hands. He noticed how their fingers laced through one another so beautifully, and marveled at how well they fit together. Hand in hand, the two of them were one. A team. They had faced so much hardship together already, yet Simon felt like he’d be able to take on all that and more as long as he had Wille’s hand in his, exactly like this. 

They would start with conquering a one horse open sleigh, apparently. 

“Do you know how to… drive this thing?” Simon asked, eyeing the contraption with obvious hesitation. 

“Uh…” Wille trailed, mischief clear in his tone. 

“Wille. No, Wille, I am absolutely not getting on that thing if–”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Wille exclaimed, holding up his free hand. “Yes, some very nice people from the stables showed me the ropes.” 

“Don’t you need to… have a license or be like… board certified in order to operate a sleigh?” 

“What, don’t you trust me?” Wille asked, indignant. 

“It’s not you that I don’t trust,” Simon stressed, motioning to the creature in question. 

Wille rolled his eyes. “He kicks you one time…” 

“It hurt!” Simon exclaimed. “Very badly!” 

“I won’t let anything happen to you, love, I promise,” Wille assured, which did put Simon’s genuine nerves at ease a bit.  “And there are some members of the staff who will be following close behind. Just in case.”

“Oh.” Simon followed the trail of Wille’s gaze until he saw a large car (with the trailer behind it that must have carried the horse to Simon’s house). Three people dressed up in uniform stood there, watching Wille and Simon from a distance. 

Simon’s skin crawled a bit as he realized he was being watched, and even more when he thought about how this would probably be his life now, as long as he stayed with Wille. 

There was something about it that felt scary to Simon. The need for security, and what that meant in the grand scheme of things. There was some sense of discomfort bubbling underneath the surface that would definitely need to be discussed with Wille in greater detail, sooner rather than later. 

Still, in this exact moment, it was all overwhelmed by the romance. The sleigh itself was simpl and smal with just enough space for the two of them to sit side by side. It was lined with jingle bells that had been ringing along with the wind. The dusting of snow covering the earth looked perfectly in place, joyful and festive.

The gesture of a romantic Christmas sleigh ride was grand, like something out of a story book. Try as he might to be cynical, there was always going to be a part of Simon that still could be swept up in this kind of fairy tale romance. Even though the horse was making him genuinely nervous, his heart was pounding in his chest with love outweighing the anxiety tenfold. 

“Ready?” Wille asked, already starting to walk to the sleigh with a spring in his step. 

“Mmm,” Simon hummed in response, but didn’t follow Wille. 

“Are you coming?” Wille questioned, one foot already on the sleigh. 

“Yes,” Simon said, but he still didn’t budge. 

“Are you sure?” Wille raised an eyebrow. 

Simon exhaled. “No.”

Wille turned around and made his way back to where Simon stood frozen, returning to hold Simon’s arms, calming his nerves once again. The mischievous twinkle in Wille’s eye returned. 

“Do you want me to carry you?” 

Simon laughed. It was silly, but the mental image of Wille scooping him up and carrying him was too tempting to pass up. “Maybe.” 

That was more than enough for Wille, who wasted no time in scooping Simon up in his arms. Simon barely had time to react, clambering onto Wille, wrapping his arms around his neck, and holding on for dear life. 

Simon could definitely hear Rosh and Ayub’s deranged laughter coming from the direction of his house. He was never going to hear the end of this. 

“If you drop me, I swear, I’ll go back inside and let you freeze out here.” 

“I won’t drop you,” Wille assured. Simon trusted him. 

Wille then carried Simon the few paces it took until they were standing right next to the small sleigh. Gently, Wille lifted Simon’s body up and onto the seat. He then climbed up and over Simon so they sat side by side. To Simon’s disappointment, Wille needed to use both of his hands to control Rousseau, so Simon made do by linking his arm through Wille’s and curling up into his side, leaning his head on his shoulder. 

Simon closed his eyes as they rode, partially because he definitely didn’t really want to be looking at the horse. Partially because this already felt so much like a dream. 

They talked a little, but mostly Simon was content just sharing the physical space with Wille. Curled up into Wille’s side, it felt so much like he fit there. Belonged there. 

That feeling filled Simon’s heart, expanding in his chest until he just had to say it.

“I love you.”

He said it softly, barely audible. Before, when their communication was purely digital, Wille never would have been able to hear it. Now, however, Wille would be able to feel the movement of Simon’s mouth as he spoke. He could feel each word radiate through his body as Simon uttered them, lips pressed close against Wille’s bicep. 

Wille heard him. Loud and clear.

“I love you, too.”

It felt a lot like riding off into the sunset. 

It wasn’t that simple, of course. As much as they had gone through to get where they were now, Simon knew there were going to be countless obstacles yet to come. It was never going to be easy, but now, Simon had Wille to hold his hand. 

And really, that was the best Christmas miracle Simon could imagine. 

#call me up late #cmul #cmul irl #ally writes #one year????? sounds fake