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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years
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Enjoy this little fic I wrote instead of working on my Wanted AU 😅
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Ingo was not Lady Sneaslers first warden.
She had one other before him.
Her first warden had served her mother before her, and so was there when she hatch into the world. They watched her grow from a little sneaslet to a proper sneasel, and with her mothers passing, they were there to support her when she evolved into the Noble Lady Sneasler.
Her warden loved and respected her, as all wardens should, and she of course adored them. They had been with her all her life and she was happy to have them. Even as the trek though the mountains got harder on their knees and back, she would just gently help them into her basket and carry them the rest of the way. Sometimes they would fall asleep in there and she’d just keep them with her until they woke up. They would laugh about it and thank their noble for taking such good care of them.
And then, one winter morning, they were gone…
It wasn’t a sudden death, Calaba had seen the signs in her dear friends health months before, but there was nothing to be done. On the day of the funeral Young Irida lead the other wardens in laying their friend to rest with the entire village in attendance. Even some from the Diamond clan came to pay their respect.
Lady Sneasler did not leave her den at all that day.
The noble did not show herself for nearly two weeks, ignoring any flute that did not sound like her wardens song, though she knew she would never hear it again. Once she had finally appeared, to the Pearl Clans great relief, she ignored any non-warden human who so much as tried to be friendly with her. She knew the clan wanted to give her a new warden, but just she couldn’t accept another.
Weeks went by, then months, then a year, and still she ignored or rejected any human Irida or the other wardens tried to introduce to her. She could still be a noble on her own, she can manage her territory and her fellow sneasels. She can still carry humans up the mountain and protect her charges from alphas. She didn’t need anyone else.
Then one dark freezing night, she found a strange human who needed her.
She had heard from one of her older children that there was a strange human found in the snow not too far from where they were. Concerned it may be one of the other packs of human who were less resistant to the cold then the Pearl Clan was, she hurried after her young.
The odd man that she found was injured and alone, dressed strangely and not nearly warm enough for the Icelands, and seemed very disoriented. He didn’t seem scared of her at all when she approached and was more confused then anything. He clearly had been attack by something, most likely a Zoroark if Sneaseler’s nose was correct, and yet he still greeted her respectfully. Very strange, but a little endearing.
He was shaking from the cold and didn’t seem to have much strength left at all, so she bundled the stranger into her basket. He didn’t resist her manhandling, and seem to be drifting out of consciousness by the time she close the basket’s lid, which was very concerning. 
She knew she had to act quickly before the frostbite set in, and yet she hesitated to take him to the Pearl Clan, knowing how territorial they could be toward strange outsiders. She didn’t think they would leave him to die, but still, she needed to take him somewhere warm and safe and the Pearl settlement didn’t feel safe. So she deftly shifted corse, leaving the Iceland’s behind and starting the familiar climb to her den.
Upon her arrival she laid the human into her nest and ordered her children and den mates to keep the unconscious human warm as she gathered him food. They all followed suit, both out of respect for her and curiosity for the odd human she chose to bring into their home. She set off immediately after, on search for aspear berries for the frostbite, sitrus berries for his injury, and some pecha berries too in case any of the kits accidentally poisons him.
She brought this human into her nest, so now he was hers, and she will not let him die.
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Irida was worried for Lady Sneasler.
She has been worried for the noble for over a year now, as she has refused to accept any Warden they offered her. Its getting to the point that the Diamond clan has started questioning if they should be the ones to give her a warden, a suggesting Irida refused to entertain.
And yet doesn’t mater how qualified the person is, or how well Sneasler knew them, she rejects every single one.
But that’s not what currently has the young clan leader worried at the moment, not entirely at least.
What has Irida so concerned is that for the last three days Sneasler has not been seen by anyone at all. When she had been informed that morning of the absence she assured the elder that this isn’t uncommon behavior for the Lady of the Highland. She was a very independent pokemon and might simply be busy. But still, it was better to play it safe so after doing her usual morning duties to the clan, Irida played her celestial flute in Sneaslers melody.
The noble does not answer.
Irida tries again at a high volume. Still no response.
Worry and unrest ripples throughout the clan the longer their blessed noble is unresponsive to the leaders summons, whispers growing among them. Has she been injured? Taken ill? Died?
Irida inwardly curses herself for not pushing the issue of finding her a Warden farther with Lady Sneasler. She knows the bond between warden and noble cannot be forced but to allow the pokemon to go so long without a proper caretaker was foolish of her. A clear sign of her inexperience as a leader. If something has happened to their Noble, it will be her guilt to carry.
In a few short hours Irida is hiking her way up the highlands herself determined to reach the lady’s den. The assistance of lord Braveairy had been a great help to reach the upper highland so quickly. Once she finally arrived she enters the Ladies cave cautiously, fearing the worst, and soon hears the sound of a voice. A human voice.
She rushes deeper in, a command for Glaceon to attack at the tip of her tongue, and stumbles right into a bizzarre scene. There’s a man she does not recognize sitting in the center of the Nobles personal nest, covered in the lady’s latest litter of sneaslets who are all either pawing at him for attention or curled up asleep. Sneasler herself sits right by his side and is currently pushing a petcha berry into the man’s face despite his polite yet slurred protest.
Sneasler quickly notices Irida’s arrival while the stranger falls into a daze without the pokemon’s prodding. The man is then suddenly yanked out of view as Sneasler pulls the man into herself as if to hide him from Irida. She hisses at the unexpected guest in a way near identical to how the Lady can be after a new hatching.
The young leader has no idea what to make of this, but the way the sneaslets cling to the man and his noticeable sluggish behavior, she’s certain the man must be suffering from severe poisoning. The fact that he’s still even conscious can only be because of the petcha berries Sneasler was feeding him.
After assuring the noble that Irida meant no harm to her new… friend, she made sure to stress that this man is in desperate need of medical attention in the village. Sneasler seemed hesitant at first, then realized the man seem to be trying to escape from her hold for some time now, but had none of the strength or hand eye coordination to do so.
Sneasler huffs in frustration. She had been trying to help her new charge as much as she could and yet it still wasn’t enough. But, she does trust Irida to keep her word, and agrees to bring him down to the Pearl Clan for farther aid.
After removing the clinging sneaslets, Sneasler assist the wobbly stranger out of the nest. The prolonged exposure to the babies poisen has clearly left him greatly disorientated so Irida helps him find his footing, catching his elbow so he can steady himself. It’s only then that the man seems to finally notice her company, although his eyes seem to have trouble focusing on her face.
He is very polite but is stubbling his words and doesn’t seem capable of controlling his volume either. His way of speaking is also very foreign, having apologize for his ‘poor maintenance’ and his ‘unexpected derailment’. However she does get his name out of him, Ingo, but he claims not to remember anything else. She hopes that only a temporary effect of all the poison. She tells him clearly that she’s going to take him to the Pearl village for help and he thanks her for her kindness before promptly collapsing.
Sneasler catches him, shushing her babies who all cry out, worried for their new friend. Sneasler very gently helps him into her basket for the journey back to the village, taking great care not to jostle him in a way that reminds Irida of how she use to assist her former warden. As Irida walks out of the cave alongside her Noble, she gets the feeling that this strange man might be here to stay.
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milswrites · 1 month
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What I should be doing: writing the next part of my fic
What I am doing: procrastinating by stuffing my face with cookies and watching tv
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wambsgansshoelaces · 2 months
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wait do you guys like the constant HC updates and occasional oneshot/fic updates or should i pruoritize fics
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leianaberrie · 2 years
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I just realized how painful it is watching tv as a black woman. Even though tv is attempting to correct POC representation, now you have to battle spaces to protect your fav black female character & prove to others that she deserves to be treated with fairness/aka human?! My white husband said I should just join another fandom if the one I'm in is so racist (lol bless his heart) PROBLEM IS: you're fav black female character usually faces hate in all fandoms across the board & it can be witnessed on most of social media (as if that isn't damming enough to the human pysche). When you get a proper developed black female character, the fandom complains about said black woman being in white spaces for having a range of emotions or just for simply "existing". Then comes the gaslighting,  they tell you it's not that serious when you find discrepancies in the writing (like any normal fan does I might add), they say "it's just a tv show" while standing on their soapbox obsessing over their favs. If I can stomach nauseating self centered white women dramas such as Ally McBeal, Felicity, Sex & the City, then why can't everyone do the same for us? There is a plethora of unnecessary mediocre romance drivel (After, The Kissing Booth, Twilight, Fifty Shades of Stupid Grey) catering to white women desires despite the story's questionably generic writing. Mind you black women stories have to have high ratings to survive pass one season (think Scandal, HTGAWM) & practically be perfect just to exist. You spend so much time being tolerant of other people but the moment a black girl becomes the center of attention in a positive way, everybody gets mad. Like, how dare she be vulnerable/be desirable to the popular male character/stand up for herself/be the romantic lead in her own story. The hell is wrong with people. Thank you for giving us anons a place on your platform.
I really have nothing to add because this is so true and real and sad. 😢
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dceasesd · 1 year
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guys………… i’m so sorry………… i broke the valentine’s day tradition :( sorry no bat valentines this year :(
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disfrutalaisla · 1 year
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I looked at the YouTube recap and um this is filed under things I can get canceled on dtblr for
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pallanophblargh · 5 months
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Another desperate strike at the art block and a tribute of sorts: super rusty linocut to reinitiate me into the world of printmaking. It’s not as attuned to my working style as intaglio was, but this is fun, tactile, and enough of a departure from my way of thinking that is super welcome.
It’s nothing special and definitely technically lacking (over-inked block and such) but it’s something, which is a big deal lately. Also it’s my favorite species of fish and we all know Kuhli loaches deserve all the tributes we can give.
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chellychuu · 3 months
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Sleepy sheep 💤
Kofi ♡ inprnt
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mossghosst · 25 days
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the long awaited (by me i didn’t like the old one) four swords leo redeisgn :) this is a bit later when he’s more healed cause i ddint wanna draw the crutches lmao
gonna ramble abt my thought process under the cut if people are interested
first idea when redesigning was to incorporate his canon gear into it cause he DOES still have that.
he put pieces of fabric with his brother’s colors on hi belt thing as a reminder of home. in a similar vein, he wears his mask around his wrist as a bracelet cause he doesn’t like wearing it when his brothers aren’t around to match w him
for the actual clothes, i wanted to try to imitate the style of clothes in neo edo? unsure of how successful i was with that. i thought he’d choose smth similar to the robe he wears in lair games cause this guy is fighting for ANY sense of familiarity. he then tried to sew on the hamato symbol. being a medic, the stitches themself r pretty good but the symbol is a little fucked cause he’s never done anything like that. it’s the thought that counts!
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gunpowder tim!! gift for @themagicmusicman :]]
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I’ve never drawn this fucker before and it shows but!!! I’m pleased with it
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napping-sapphic · 29 days
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If anyone ever wants to live out that romance trope where the love interest dramatically goes to comfort someone during a storm while they’re afraid please let me know as it has been storming for ten minutes and i have been crying for six of them
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masuchu · 1 year
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warnings. mommy kink, f!reader, fingering, oral fixation, soft dom ei, sloppy sex, mention of overstimulation, ur basically her whore
eternity; a unreachable goal in the eyes of ei. unfortunately for you, she wants to achieve it whilst watching you cum on her fingers over and over!
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the heavy weight of your pasts orgasms lingered over your body, a strange feeling to comprehend in your dazed state. your eyes were struggling to stay open with your tiredness and tears, and your muscles were sore from clenching them countless times.
“again, dear.” archons, her voice. so smooth, like the softest silk in all of teyvat. it was magical, really, the way she could manipulate you to her ever whim with just a few words, if you weren’t so fucked out you might’ve questioned it. if.
your hips lifted off the bed in shock when her thumb pressed down again on your clit, another one of her hands pressing down slightly against them as a reminder to stay still.
“i— i can’t.. too much..” each thrust of her fingers filled your nerves with pleasure, and your words were obviously ignored with the way she hit your sweet spot straight after.
“i’m sure you can. you want to make me proud, yes?”
you honestly didn’t know where it came from, but the moment the words fell from her lips, you found yourself whispering out a small “yes, mommy..”, a gasp leaving your lips immediately afterwards.
“i’m sorry! i don’t know why i said that, i’m so so sorry—!”
a pair of fingers found their way up at your lips, tapping expectingly, and your mouth parted hesitantly, eyes peering up and her face. you could’ve sworn it was glowing.
“it’s okay baby. wan’ you to say it again, okay? say, ‘please make me feel good mommy’.” her words caused a flush of pink to heat up on your cheeks and you found yourself covering your face with your palms.
trying as hard as you could with her fingers at the back of your throat, you choked out a plead of “pl— please make me feel good mommy!”
the smirk that crept up on her face sent shivers down your spine, a feeling of dread and equally regret rattling your bones at her chilling expression. her fingers pulled out of the wetness of your mouth, wiping the saliva onto your cheeks and squishing then together— your lips making an adorably humiliating pout.
“i’m gonna make you cum three more times, alright? and every time, i want to hear you say ‘thank you, mommy!’ if i don’t, well you don’t get to cum for a week! okay, baby?”
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© 2022 masuchu, do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!
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n1sonicfan · 21 days
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uh ohh……
next (2) (3)
doodles (1)
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unlikelytrashcreation · 3 months
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Have some freaks
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batwynn · 2 months
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Ok maybe a weird question but maybe not because I’m stressing about it now but
Do I come off as aloof? Or something like that?
Feel free to answer on anon if you feel more comfortable. I’m just out here stressing over my general affect again. 🥲
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bogcreacher · 3 months
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I never read a Warrior or WOF book in my entire life, but I love your comic and characters so much that I'm constantly googling the lore just so I can enjoy it more
Oh wow, that’s so kind, thank you! I’m afraid I didn’t think about non-warrior-centric readers when writing and put 0 exposition in for how their world works lol! Explains why some people were very confused as to why the recent pages have been such a big deal haha
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