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apuckishwit · 1 year

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For five sentences thingie: Steve/Eddie - “How do you want to do this?”

“How do you want to do this?”

Steve stands back from the open passenger door, glancing between his open front door and the passenger seat’s occupant. Dustin and Mike have already stampeded into the house, shouting about getting things “ready” like Steve hasn’t had that covered for the last week, ever since they got word that Eddie was being released from the hospital. His…friend? They’re friends, now, aren’t they? You can’t really go through the things they’ve gone through together and not come out the other side being friends…stares at the short walk to the door as though it’s the first leg up Mt. Everest. He’s dressed in a simple black button up and sweatpants (the best Steve could do under the circumstances—it’s not like there’s a lot of stores still open in Hawkins, and the trailer park is squarely a no-go zone), but underneath Steve knows he’s still wrapped almost head to toe in bandages. He’s pale and sweating just from the effort of sitting up in the car for the drive from the hospital, and Steve would bet money if he tries to stand unassisted, he’ll just keel over.

Damn, maybe he should have listened when Mike suggested they steal the wheelchair they’d rolled Eddie out to Steve’s car in.

Eddie sighs, raking a hand back through hair that hangs in greasy clumps around his face. He probably hasn’t bathed properly the entire time he’s been in the hospital. “I can make it,” he says, and Steve very politely ignores how completely unbelievable that sounds. Eddie’s lips twist unhappily. “Uh…maybe if you help me?” He looks away, embarrassed. Steve keeps his expression neutral, remembering very well how much he hated constantly having to ask for help while his own bat bites were healing. Thank God for Robin.

Robin had kept up a steady stream of complaints and insults while she helped him in and out of his shirts, helped him rebandage his wounds, helped him wash and disinfect the mess of his back every night, her touch always quick, gentle, and completely impersonal. He doesn’t think he and Eddie are quite at the point where he can distract the other man with a well-timed “oh my God, this looks like raw hamburger! I thought you said it was better!” but he can certainly provide a brisk, neutral touch.

“You want me to carry you, or you want to just lean on me?” he asks, and waits patiently while Eddie chews over the options before finally sighing, his shoulders slumping.

“Much as I would love to macho it out—you think you can just, uh, piggy-back me in there?”

He snorts, despite himself. “You sure you want to let Henderson have that visual?”

Eddie groans, but smiles a little. “If he gives me a hard time, I’ll just slaughter his character next campaign. Ugh, if there is a next campaign.”

“I’m sure you guys will get to play your nerd game plenty more times.” He tries to feel as confident as he sounds. He doesn’t think he quite succeeds. “All right, just let me do all the work.”

That earns him another weak snort of laughter. “Any time, big boy,” Eddie murmurs as Steve turns and crouches down. He lets Eddie kind of collapse down across his back and carefully, so, so carefully, slides his hands under the backs of his thighs. Eddie’s arms slide around his neck, the soft grunt of pain impossible to miss this close, with Eddie’s hair tickling the back of his neck, the puffs of his breath warm against Steve’s throat. It’s strangely intimate, and he feels oddly humbled that Eddie’s trusting him this much, is willing to show this much vulnerability to him instead of trying to tough it out the way Steve knows he would have.

“Ready?” he asks and waits for Eddie’s hesitant nod to stand slowly. He leans forward rather than straightening his back, so Eddie doesn’t have to work as hard to hang on. He won’t say carrying Eddie is no effort—they’re basically the same height and while Eddie isn’t as broad as he is, he’s not exactly a string bean—but it’s not as difficult as it should be. Eddie’s lost a lot of weight in the weeks since Steve literally dragged him out of the Upside Down.

“Hey, uh, I don’t think I ever said—thanks for doing this,” Eddie says softly as they make their way up the short walk to the front door. His voice is already strained, a tinge of pain to the words that makes Steve want to move faster, but he doesn’t want to jostle his wounds further.

“Carrying your ass? Kind of becoming a regular thing.”

Another huff of laughter, and the arms tighten slightly around his neck. “No, just…all of it. Pulling me outta there. Hanging around while Hopper was getting my name cleared. Fuck, letting me stay in your house. Hell, Henderson told me you plugged my fucking femoral artery with your hand while Wheeler was getting us to the hospital.”

Steve swallows hard, remembering the gush of hot blood over his fingers, the pulse of it getting weaker and weaker as Dustin screamed and cried and begged Steve to do something. “Don’t worry about it. You’re one of us, now.”

And it’s as simple as that, for Steve. Eddie’s in the Upside Down shit now, and he’s refused to take the very sensible out that was offered to him and leave Hawkins on the government’s dime. He’s determined to help them against Vecna, determined not to run away from the horror that they’ve all been dealing with for so long. He’s one of them now. That makes him one of Steve’s people. One of the people he’s responsible for. One of the people he has to protect.

He comes to the first step up to his front door and hears Eddie hiss softly. He slows his steps even further, tries to make his movements as smooth as possible. “Almost there. I gotcha,” he says.

He feels Eddie press his head against his shoulder for a moment, and there is something warm and soft in his voice when he replies, “I know you do.”

#my writing #steddie #stranger things #fic prompt #this is more gen than shippy but I think we all know where it goes from here

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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Whumptober* Day 5: Hyperthermia (& bonus Hypothermia)

(*Task failed successfully. This became straight-up fluff.)

Today’s prompt tied in nicely with a point I alluded to, but didn’t really explore in my first stab at @blaiddraws Fulcrum AU-- just, it’s more focused on body heat and less fever. I think narrowing things down to that specific theme helped a lot; it doesn’t cover as much ground as the original did, but it’s finished.

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Emmet had decided that, when their time finally rolled back around, this was precisely where they could be met: a random hole in the side of Mt. Coronet.

Maybe ‘random’ wasn’t entirely fair-- it had clearly been used as a den for some time, and boasted more furnishing than your standard mountainside hole-- but it didn’t matter. If the Hisuian tales of someone ‘neither man nor Pokemon’ inspired visitors, they would be hard pressed to find the right entryway out of the many tunnels that littered the territory.

That wasn’t the point, anyway. The point was that Emmet intended to stay sprawled here for the next few centuries, and Ingo didn’t seem compelled to alter that course; there was a low, content rumble of thunder beneath him, and Emmet took that as an all clear.

He hadn’t appreciated just how much the world could change, independent of human truths or ideals, until stepping foot into the bitter cold of Hisui. It had been a miserable slog from the Alabaster Icelands, and that was speaking as a fire type; he didn’t want to imagine what the trip might have been like without an internal pilot light to burn away the worst of it.

The less said of traversing it with a proper type vulnerability, the better. If he could pretend he was just huddling near to save his twin the sleepy discomfort of a Nimbasan winter, wonderful-- it meant he didn’t have to dwell on the earnestness of Ingo’s “You’re so warm,” like the concept had never even occurred to him. It meant he didn’t need to consider a reality where his other half had known only the freezing cold, unaware that he was supposed to have a counterbalance to protect him from it.

He let out a disgruntled huff of breath and rested his chin atop his brother’s head, ignoring the minor tilt as Ingo shot him a sideways look; the darker dragon settled back down within the moment, either unwilling or unable to raise a complaint, and, frankly, Emmet didn’t care which one it was. All that mattered right now was getting him warmed up, and there was nobody better suited to the task than Reshiram himself.

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It wasn’t saying much, but in all his years, Ingo hadn’t realized that it was possible to be so warm.

Hisui ran cold, but that wasn’t to say it was without its more temperate locations. The Coastlands had Firespit Island, and the Mirelands were… bearable; in areas lacking snow’s ambient chill, it was possible to bask in the sun and not feel the cloying grasp of an inescapable winter.

For quite some time, he’d thought it was just him. While humans like Irida and Gaeric had an immunity to the tundra that left their peers in awe, as a whole, they didn’t seem to suffer the perpetual frostbite that Ingo did. Pokemon, too, were able to weather it with little difficulty, their type depending.

The closest he’d ever come to seeing eye to eye in this regard had been with the Garchomp Akari trained-- and even he hadn’t known what Ingo was talking about. Yes, it agreed, the cold was terrible and the fact that its kind nested in such harsh climes was ridiculous-- but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be remedied by nestling into a den or sprawling next to a fire.

There hadn’t been any point in arguing-- never mind that Ingo spent the greater portions of the winter holed up with Sneasler and her clowder. He could concede that it was orders better than being stranded in the snow, but it wasn’t…

He didn’t know what it wasn’t. Enough? It should have been. Sneasler was under no obligation to allow him so close to her young-- not when he was a complete unknown. It wasn’t right? Who was he to make such a bold claim? For the Sneasel and their mother, it was perfect-- if he had a problem with it, that was his burden to bear.

It wasn’t ideal, he supposed-- not his, at least.

Maybe something in him had frozen, back before he’d woken up, and all of Hisui’s scant warmth combined wasn’t enough to thaw him out. He’d all but resigned himself to lifetime of it, and could admit that he was… dumbstruck to find an alternate station.

Firespit Island burned, too intense to stay put and let the outermost edges of his permafrost melt, leaving them to build right back up as soon as he stepped away. For a moment, The Other’s touch had felt just the same, but it wasn’t. Though Ingo had nothing in living memory to compare the sensation to, he knew it was familiar. Right. Ideal.

And, more to the point, it was enough. The frost had spent too long building to thaw with a single touch, but in that moment the glacier inside of him had calved, bringing to light information that had been since buried in ice.

That was his Other! Emmet--? Reshiram? Both? His twin! His other half!

In short order, the intense heat mellowed enough for Ingo to realize that it hadn’t ever been so hot as to burn-- only to warm. It was simply that he, himself, had been too cold to feel even mildly tepid and not flinch away from the perceived threat.

He wasn’t really cognizant of how and when they’d gotten to his den, but when he tuned back into reality, he was at home with his brother draped over his back, radiating more heat than was practical. Something deep in the build up of ice resonated with that observation-- it was normal, he thought. Emmet always ran warm, even when they presented as humans; the real challenge was keeping him from getting excited and subconsciously turning any given room into a sauna.

A moment later, Ingo caught up to himself and the… odd implications of that thought. Humans? He would tuck it away for later, when he had the wherewithal to do more than rumble his contentment while his twin grumbled about keeping him pinned for the next several centuries.

While he couldn’t live up to the threat in full, Emmet certainly did his best to prove the point. Once he deigned to get to his feet, there was a noticeable chill in the air. Ingo had never known this cave to be particularly drafty-- it was why he’d chosen it in the first place-- leaving him to wonder if the breeze had always been there and he just hadn’t noticed.

But his twin didn’t have time for his philosophizing, it seemed, and yanked him upright without a word; as soon as they were eye to eye, he pressed their heads together and hummed. The warmth in the form before Ingo was still there, but muted-- not because he’d grown complacent, but because he could still feel it radiating through his plating, back towards its source.

If he could acclimate-- however poorly-- to the cold, could he then reacclimate to this? He wanted to. Sinnoh above he wanted to.

“Acceptable. For now.” Emmet decided, and pulled away to poke his nose out of the den. Ingo wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to find there, considering they’d spent the daylight hours in a monochrome huddle, but didn’t stop him.

The chill was still present, but his face felt warm and flushed, at complete odds with it-- like the cold air was settling on his scales and evaporating on contact. Good riddance, he couldn’t help but think. All these years of building up snow, and he wouldn’t stand for another moment of it.

Somewhere in him, the glacier still lingered, but its days were numbered. With time, it would slowly melt into nothing.

...maybe Emmet was right.

A few centuries curled into ball of opposites sounded pretty good.

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #fanfic #whumptober

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a-new-oasis · 5 months

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From Tamara Fleming's Simtube Video: 'Raising Teenage Boys'

For many mommas intending to raise Watcherly children, the thorn in their side, their test is the teenage stage. Here is where the Watcher tests us all! These kids are growing up, they want to be independent, they want to do all the things the secular media has told them are "cool".

I remember I was a pain for my mother, fiercely rebellious and foolish girl I was. I wanted to cut my hair short, wear makeup and stilettos going on about how I'm equal to men! It's harder with teenage boys, who are some of the most vulnerable to sin in their youths.

So how can you raise teen boys?

Training them up for Adulthood

One of my favourite verses has always been Proverbs 22:6 - Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it. I often come back to now as a momma of seven children. It is important at any age, crucial as our boys become men.

My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In your teenage years, what you are taught sticks, as I know. So, me and Xavier are training up Asher, and getting Benji ready for their adulthood.

Since I homeschool my children, it is easier than those who are reliant on the system. After all, it is hard to block your ears with all the time and still graduate! But nonetheless, Asher spends his time wildly. As much as the secularists would say our religious education is worthless, he learns more they do with their gender junk!

He helps out with Sunday School, supports our veterans and our unborn brothers in the Watcher. Since my husband's workplace put its faith in the Watcher's plan, he also helps out a couple days a week.

I know, already, I will get some comments about how teaching is a feminine job. I see you people. The holy men taught. A pastor teaches his flock. Teaching in the ministry of the Watcher is masculine! Plus, Asher will be a dad one day I hope, he must provide and occasionally providing as a father does mean teaching your sons and daughters in His way!

Hobbies

You might say, "woah, Tam, you pack your son busy with work". You're right! He's a busy young man. But if you work hard, you deserve to have hobbies. Watcher-honouring hobbies.

He goes to the library a lot. His current favourite is Russian Classic literature, specifically Dostoevsky. Not to mention the Bible! I think my sister has a rival for highlighting. He also works out, Xavier encourages him to take to weightlifting, but he's more interesting in climbing wall! One day, he wants to go Mt. Komerobi, maybe even take the gospel with him.

I still make him do his school work, don't fret! He has a knack for numbers like I did in my youth in between all the feminist garbage I was spoonfed.

Standards

I mentioned before about standards. *cheesy rewind effect* My standards for my boys is to be good, watcher-honouring men now so they can be good husbands and fathers. In order to train them up well in the way of Proverbs and Ephesians, there must be standards like good, Watcherly Moses!

For my sons that means:

No grave sins - no sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll.

Honour and obey their parents. If Xavier says no. It's a no, that's the law of the land.

Must earnestly pray and surrender their hearts to the Lord

Must attend church every Wednesday and Sunday. In proper, modest attire. No shorts in the house of the Watcher!

Champion being a courteous, amiable person, especially to those struggling with the Watcher. And those less fortunate - the old, the poor, women and youngling.

Devote themselves to the Gospel and its command of evangelism

Media Access

Now, I know some people would call me "extreme" but one place where I'd probably get flack from my colleagues, even within my own church here in Oasis Springs - media access.

I allow Asher to use our home computer for whatever. Schoolwork, writing for our newsletter, spreading the word. He's also allowed his own phone since the Watcher has blessed us with abundance in this season of life. There's two catches there before anyone accuses me of leaving my baby so exposed to sin!

Passwords, give them to me! If he signs up to any website, I get the password just to check for anything sinful. I also check his phone semi-regularly (though he doesn't know when) for the same reason! Teenagers are sneaky - I was one.

Xavier discovered this software called Custodian, it monitors any web access and blocks anything too illicit. He and Asher are accountability buddies. My husband says that's his domain and of course I defer.

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my-mt-heart · 2 years

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"Can you please thank secret friend for being such a great source of comfort and knowledge 🥰 makes me feel so much better knowing that someone in the industry is looking out for us and loves caryl as much as we do. Gives me hope that maybe the caryl spinoff is still in discussion! Caryl on!"

TY <3 I'm happy if I've been helpful to anyone's critical thinking process. I feel like I always show up because MT goes, "...could you...?" and then I end up saying something depressing. I never get to talk about the fun stuff, i.e. the characters or the story—not that the season's been very fun so far, but I love both Carol and Daryl, and their world. (Gimple's 'universe,' not so much.)

Another reason why the Caryl spinoff should still be in play:

McReedus is a brand in itself. Their friendship is part of what makes Caryl resonate with viewers and if you can build a long-term, loyal fanbase around how close individual cast members are, that's extremely valuable to a production. It'll sustain the show when it's beginning to age and viewers find new things to watch. I've said it before, but chemistry like what Melissa and Norman have doesn't come in a can. If you've struck gold, the showrunner should lean in unashamedly because that chemistry will be the spine of the show.

For a story where the characters are supposed to have a close, decade long bond, chemistry goes a long way but nothing beats a genuine friendship between the actors that spans over a decade. There's already the built-in trust that's important to actors when they have to be emotionally vulnerable in a scene, the sense that your scene partner/coworker will have your back. On a new show, it takes time to cultivate and you don't know how well cast members will hit it off, or how that'll translate on screen.

"She gives me a lot to think about too, since I’m still pretty sheltered from the business side of things."

Knowing the business side comes in handy, even before you're a showrunner because you become mindful of such dreary things as the budget when you pitch ideas for the season. (Your boss will love you forever if your ideas—brilliant and creative as they are!—fit the size of the wallet. :P) It also makes it easier to get promoted to the enviable stage where people on the internet start saying things like, "your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries," despite not knowing the first thing about you or what your job entails. Showbiz is glamorous lol

[SF]

(PS. Why do my asks always end up so long when I'm not even talking about creative stuff?)

I don't think you'd be nearly as "depressing" if the business wasn't so depressing right now :/ I also find myself wishing I could talk more about the characters and story like I used to.

I remember Michael Cudlitz saying Norman and Melissa sometimes have too much chemistry and I find myself scratching my head at that regularly. What is too much chemistry? :P

I at least have the basics down like don't pitch for the characters to go to space. And somehow have also received at least a handful of insulting, but oddly entertaining DM's from fans.

#caryl #mcreedus #caryl spinoff #darylneedscarol

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 3 months

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An eye for an eye and we'll all go blind.

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54073738 by aziraphalesbooksh0p [READER] was more or so simply an average university student. Although he had an affinity for fine arts, he had decided he'd rather be an English major - it was his dream to become an author after all, especially being quite intuned with human history. He was aware of the existence of monsters and knew they weren't simply a simple campfire tale passed down for generations, and with that natural curiosity, came with [READER]'s need to explore and find the mountain these creatures were locked up in. Perhaps... Even free them. It was a mighty quest, but it was one [READER] was more inclined to endeavor. Not only that, but perhaps... Just, perhaps- it was a possibility he could unlock the magic humans once possessed long ago. He could make a breakthrough in history, restore the greatness monsters once had and let the human overworld know things simply were not that bad. That the monsters were the gentle, compassionate creatures ancient history books had once described them as. So, as [READER] climbed the mighty Mt. Ebbott, he was more than determined, filled with surges to give justice, but as he made his way inside the mountain... Perhaps regrets were made, and his life was turned right upside his head. Words: 1096, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Horrortale - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Sans (Undertale), Sans (Horrortale), Papyrus (Undertale), Papyrus (horrortale), Male Reader, Mentions of Toriel (Horrortale), Flowey (Horrortale), Flowey (Undertale), Undertale Player Relationships: Sans (Horrortale)/Male reader, Sans (Undertale)/Reader, male reader - Relationship, Original Male Character/Reader Additional Tags: Mild Gore, Badly written fight scenes, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, eventual smut(?), Soul Sex(?), Reader is male, He/Him for Reader, Overprotective, reader is a pacifist, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Sans Needs A Hug, Reader Also Needs a Hug, everybody in Horrortale needs a hug, Soul Sex, Comfort, Recovery, Eating Disorders, Vulnerability, slowburn, these two fags are too shy and giggly to do anything, Papyrus sets them up, maybe more tags later? read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54073738

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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jcmarchi · 5 months

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HIMARS in Ukraine Destroyed Russian Strela-10 - Technology Org

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HIMARS in Ukraine Destroyed Russian Strela-10 - Technology Org

The 9K35 Strela-10 is a Soviet/Russian short-range air defence missile system. It is a simple missile launcher, mounted on a modified MT-LB chassis. The Strela-10 has been in service since 1976, but production of these systems, apparently, as of recently was ongoing. Ukraine, of course, is trying to destroy all of them.

The 9K35 Strela-10 has been in service since 1976. Image credit: Mil.ru via Wikimedia (CC BY 4.0)

The defenders of Ukraine are putting an emphasis on destroying Russian air defense systems. A big portion of this war is being fought by flying tools, such as drones. And they cannot perform their functions well when mobile air defenses are around. For example, the 9K35 Strela-10 is pretty much designed to attack low-flying aerial targets and does that rather well for a weapon of this vintage.

There are several different versions of the 9K35 Strela-10 as it was updated through the years several times. However, usually, the Strela-10 is a 12.3 tonne weapon, capable of reaching speeds of 61.5 km/h. It is tracked, which means that it is pretty good off-road, but it is also amphibious, capable of reaching 6 km/h on water. The Strela-10 has an MT-LB chassis, which was modified to fit 3 crew members and their respective working tools as well as missiles for the launchers.

The Strela-10 is visually aimed, which means that the target needs to be spotted by the eye and not some kind of a radar system. On one hand, this means that its effectiveness depends on the attentiveness of the soldiers a lot, but on the other hand, it makes the Strela-10 quick to react to emerging threats. It is a short-range system, mostly aiming for helicopters, drones, and some cruise missiles.

The Strela-10 missiles are guided through an optical/infrared-guidance system. It is regarded as fairly accurate, as long as its target is flying low and slow.

The Strela-10 might be put in Ukraine to pick out Ukrainian drones straight from the sky, but it is Ukrainian drones that are hunting down and destroying Strela-10 systems.

For example, recently a drone of Ukrainian Special Operations forces found a Strela-10 system, recorded its coordinates, and transferred them to a HIMARS team. One quick hit and the Strela-10 is no more:

The 9K35 Strela-10 systems are stationed in Ukraine to look out for Ukrainian surveillance and reconnaissance drones, helicopters and, possibly, cruise missiles. But their short range and visual target acquisition makes them vulnerable to small drones. On the other hand, they stand no chance against ballistic missiles from HIMARS.

In recent weeks the defenders of Ukraine have significantly reduced the number of Russian air defence systems close to the frontlines. They are aso primary targets, but it seems like in recent days Ukraine resolved to attack them as much as possible. Maybe so that their cruise missiles would have a cleaner path towards their targets.

Written by Povilas M.

Sources: Ukrinform.net, Wikipedia

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taskforcedistortion · 6 months

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[Team Revolution Mail]

[A single note, written by the usually posh Monty, but this time it's scruffy, hurried, a stark contrast to his elegant writing.]

This is Monty, I have good news and bad news, twofold. The good news is, we managed to knock out Axia at her home on Mt Mortar with hopefully no bystanders harmed. Bad news, Imperium's in a critical condition with a pretty sizeable dent in his head and Axia had to be knocked out with a small Ice Beam directly to the head. It was too dangerous for us to try and knock her out safely. I think it's safe if we leave Axia in your care, but any advice for Imperium?

- Sincerely, Monty - Team Revolution

Oh Giratina below-

I am sorry but I can't take her in, we already have a few people here that aren't from our dimension and continuing to add to that is not going to be good. Not to mention you don't know if she's no longer violent, some of the people here are vulnerable and I do not want any harm to come to them.

I can send as much medical supplies you need but I cannot take her in.

As for Imperium, please, please take him to a pokemon center. If you can tell the nurses that he got severally injured fighting another pokemon, that he's wild, and needs urgent medical care. Maybe even bring Axia to one as well.

I cannot give more advise then this.

Please stay safe-

-Shadow

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pokeblog rp #Shadow Leader Responds #cw injury #cw head injury #cw pokemon harm

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amessageonthewind · 9 months

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September Selfship Prompts Challenge

8. Museum date

Pairing: Zinnia/Rachel at the end of Delta Emerald (potential mild spoiler warning for the rest of the fic)

Author’s note: Clue is an OC that belongs to my buddy @kammyclues and this is a direct continuation of the dancing together prompt.

Just as she planned, Rachel managed to sneak out of the Cave of Origin celebration, texting Clue to let him know where she’d gone, asking him to keep an eye on Cedric and Aster just so that she wasn’t missed and they weren’t wondering where she was. On the first chance she took once they were out of earshot of anyone, Rachel summoned Simon, her Flygon, and Zinnia summoned Eclipse.

Astride their dragons, Rachel led the way to Fallarbor Town. It wasn’t a difficult town to find, just at the bottom of Mt. Chimney across from the desert on Route 112. She had grown quite familiar with it, after spending a lot of her time with Zinnia.

Anytime they flew together, they made it a game to show off how well they could fly with their Pokémon. Rachel wouldn’t call herself competitive, but she was certainly playful, and she felt it so much more when she was with Zinnia than anyone else. No one brought out her playful side as much as her Pokémon did like Zinnia did.

She made her smile, she made her laugh, and she made her look forward to life and being alive. She made her happy to be alive, to experience joy itself.

And Rachel saw it clearly when they were together. Zinnia had a wonderful smile, and the more and more she saw it now that her quiet feelings were spoken aloud, the more she felt about Zinnia. It was like everything she had already thought had increased in intensity by tenfold.

Once they reached Fallarbor Town, Zinnia’s eyes widened at the building that had been erected close to Meteor Falls. “What is that? That wasn’t there, before.” She commented, and Rachel could hear the concern in her voice.

She could understand Zinnia being wary of anything like that being built on where her people’s territory once occupied, but Rachel hoped she would understand once it was explained to her and once she saw it. “No, it wasn’t. It’s brand new.” Rachel said, flying close by her astride Simon. “Technically, the grand opening isn’t until tomorrow, but back there I thought ‘hey, maybe I should actually show Zinnia before then.’”

The Draconid woman’s eyes widened when they approached the building. “Wait, you’re saying…this is for me?”

Nodding, Rachel lighted down in front of the building, waiting for Zinnia to join her before summoning Simon back to his Pokéball. “It was supposed to be a surprise but I couldn’t wait any longer to show it to you. And…I figured you’d prefer to experience it for yourself without a bunch of other people here to ruin it.”

The woman wasn’t sure what to think of it. She wasn’t even sure what this even was, but the fact that Rachel went to the effort to erect a whole building for her…well, there was no way it didn’t mean something important. “What…why?”

Fishing for the keys to the museum from her bag, Rachel ducked under the red ribbon and unlocked the front doors for the two of them. “You’ll see.” Was all she said as she opened the door and allowed Zinnia to walk in first.

Not knowing what to expect, she entered the expansive building and Rachel closed the door behind her. It was a very spacious building with high ceilings and large windows to allow in the bright moonlight. It was strangely ethereal to see it all like this, but she couldn’t parse out all the silhouettes in the dark. Exhibits, most likely. “Hang on, let me turn on some lights.” She had inspected this place herself so fervently that Clue and Steven both thought she was being paranoid, so she knew where the breakers were.

Waiting there, Zinnia felt oddly vulnerable without Aster there beside her. She had her Pokémon and Rachel, of course, but it felt…wrong without the Whismur. She had been there for her since she was a child, and despite growing up together, the Pokémon was more like a daughter to Zinnia than anything else.

All at once, spotlights began to shine on the various exhibits in the museum and Zinnia couldn’t believe her eyes. Every single thing in this museum were all things that were familiar to her, things that were all pieces of her people’s culture. Things that once belonged to the Draconids, even before most of them were wiped out.

Once Rachel was beside her, she extended an arm to finally introduce the building formally. “Welcome to the Draconid Cultural Museum!” She said, pride in her voice as it echoed throughout the empty halls. There was something incredible about this feeling with just the two of them in the evening, when the last light dipped past the horizon and the pale blues were still fading away.

Patiently, she waited for Zinnia’s reaction to everything, watching her as the woman who belonged to this ancient and rich culture approached one of the exhibits showing off cultural and every day clothing for men, women, and children, as well as the major cultural and religious figures of her people. For a moment, her eyebrows knitted together in a scowl as she turned around at Rachel. Accusation burned in her eyes. “Did you take these?”

Though wounded, she couldn’t blame Zinnia for reacting that way at first. This was an incredibly bold thing for Rachel to do to begin with, but at every step of the way, she wanted to make everything the right way. “No no, nothing was taken. I promise.” She assured the Draconid woman. “Nothing in this museum was taken from the land nor previous settlement. Everything in here is a replica, verified for their authenticity by your grandmother. She was a huge help in all of this.” She smiled, remembering how ecstatic Clue was to be given the task. “Clue actually made all of these himself alongside his Bug Pokémon. They worked really hard on all of these.”

Her suspicion very quickly turned into utter astonishment. She couldn’t believe her eyes and ears. She examined the Lorekeeper’s robes closely, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he made these.” She commented, squinting a bit at the robe. “He even got the cross-stitching right.”

“Like I said, your grandmother double and triple-checked everything.” Rachel said, taking Zinnia by the arm as she led her through the museum. Everything she had accomplished, the amount of times she had protected the world from powerful forces and her accomplishments as Hoenn’s Champion, none of it compared to how proud she was of this. “Every part of the Draconid culture that still lives is here. Everything from replicas of clothing, tents, practices and ceremonies, even cultural staple foods! Everything that we could compile and document and recreate is here for anyone and everyone to learn about!”

Wide-eyed, Zinnia looked at the plaques describing each exhibit and its purposes and history. It was written in multiple languages, even in Braille, like they saw in the caves that housed the strange golem Pokémon within them.

But what shocked her most was that each blurb was even written in Draconic, her people’s language. She read it and she was amazed that it translated perfectly. “You even got our language, here…” She murmured.

Rachel nodded, putting an arm around Zinnia’s shoulders. “You have no idea how much Clue was excited about that. He spent hours with your grandmother translating everything, even putting together a language book so that people could learn the language themselves.” The Draconid had no idea what to think about any of this. She couldn’t describe how overwhelmed she was by everything on display here. “I know it won’t be perfect, but this way the language will never die or be forgotten. And maybe…more people will speak it and it will continue to live on through that. We’ve had a few copies made that people can rent and we’re hoping to make more that we can sell. That way, the museum can stay open along with entrance fees and more attention can be drawn to it globally.”

There were detailed artist renditions of periods of her people’s history as backdrops for the exhibits, and the blurbs she read were shockingly accurate. Clue really didn’t spare a single detail, not even leaving out the Devon Corp’s role in the destruction of her people and their land.

Zinnia couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m surprised that this was allowed at all. You really didn’t sugar coat anything when it came to the Devon Corp.”

Rachel shook her head, leaning against Zinnia when she paused at an exhibit that displayed a rendition of the event that led to the loss of the previous Lorekeeper. Though Zinnia’s tone of voice was light, the Champion could feel the weight of all of this on her shoulders as they sagged against her. She could imagine that walking through this museum was like seeing ghosts. “Would you believe me if I told you Steven’s the reason we could afford to do this?”

Whipping her head around at Rachel, Zinnia couldn’t believe her ears. Pretty rich boy did this? “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.” Rachel said solemnly, finding a bench that they could sit at for a moment. “After you told me what happened to your people…and his father’s company’s role in it, I confronted him. And believe me, I grilled him for what his father’s company did. And he admitted that it was one of the reasons he didn’t want to inherit the company. So, I told him straight-up that even if he doesn’t want to inherit his father’s company, he still has a responsibility to try to make amends and fix what’s been done wrong with the time left. And…he agreed. So, we came up with this. He gave us the resources necessary to build and run this museum, Clue and your grandmother and everyone else Steven hired for other things, like translators and artists, worked on the actual museum.”

It felt so surreal to hear that, especially reading how scathing the plaques were regarding Mr. Stone’s corporation. “And he signed off on this?”

“He did.” Rachel said, nodding as she reached to take Zinnia’s hand. “He had no revisions he wanted to make. He trusted us to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so he double-checked and approved everything when it was presented to him. I gave him shit, but…he kept true to his word. He did everything he could to try to set things right.” Though, she could understand if it still rang hollow for Zinnia. It wasn’t Rachel’s place to decide how she should feel. After all, it was her people that were affected most by this. “I know it doesn’t change what happened and no amount of sorry and reparation can…bring back what was lost. But this way, it can never be forgotten. It won’t just be a footnote in history.”

It was hard to believe, but damn it, he did to it. “Guess that rich boy finally managed to do it.”

Rachel raised a curious thick eyebrow at Zinnia. “Finally managed to do what?”

The Draconid turned to Rachel and smiled, squeezing her hand. “Be better than his father.”

Zinnia had very quickly learned that Rachel was a very sentimental person. She wasn’t one for big grand gestures of extravagance, but she knew how to cut right to the heart of a person to provide them with what they really wanted inside.

This…may as well be a confession of deep profound love in her language.

Looking down the next hall, Zinnia was floored by the murals she recognized. They were artist renditions of the murals in Granite Cave, Meteor Falls, and Sky Tower painted on large canvases. The attention to details and accuracy was incredibly remarkable to Zinnia. She couldn’t believe that all of this effort was put into her culture and making sure that it would be passed on indefinitely.

She felt…happy. Happier than she had ever felt in the twenty years she’d been alive. But at the same time, some part of her felt that something was almost…stolen from her in a way. Nothing was stolen from her – there was immense effort put in to ensure that that didn’t happen – and Zinnia passed on her role as Lorekeeper and her people’s stories onto Rachel because she thought she would ride upon Rayquaza to destroy the meteor.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, it was Rachel that took that role from her and accomplished that where Zinnia couldn’t.

Perhaps it was a feeling that she had no purpose, anymore. All of her people’s culture and stories and even language was all here. For anyone and everyone to learn, to read, to live. Rachel had effectively done the impossible.

She made the Draconids immortal. At least as immortal as humans could be.

At the end of the hallway was a familiar-looking meteor displayed as an exhibit. Though, Zinnia could tell that it, too, was a replica. It was good foresight on Rachel’s part to not put the meteor that housed Jirachi here in the museum for anyone to misuse and figure out should anyone get any wrong ideas like Aarman did.

This was the meteor her people wished upon in order to summon Rayquaza twice to save them. What they mistook for a Mega Stone was really Jirachi all along. Zinnia couldn’t believe that this part of her people’s history had escaped her, though perhaps a previous Lorekeeper had decided that that information could be easily misused if placed in the wrong hands, and so willfully omitted it from history.

Sighing, Zinnia turned to Rachel. “Why did you do this for me…?” She asked solemnly. It was bittersweet being here. The devotion Rachel had shown to her people and her culture could not be understated and Zinnia was happy to see all of her people’s history documented and shown. That they would not be forgotten.

But she worried that now that her people were effectively immortalized, she herself would be forgotten. She no longer had a reason or a purpose. That was lifted from her.

Rachel didn’t see it that way. “You made me Lorekeeper when you passed on your people’s stories to me at the Sky Tower.” She said, reaching forward to take Zinnia’s hands in hers. “This is my way of showing you how seriously I take that. How much your culture and people mean to me even outside of the role that you placed on me. I just…I wanted to show you how much I care about you and the things you care about. And I didn’t want your culture to just be…wiped away and forgotten.

“But the other reason is…I wanted to give you a choice in your future.” Zinnia widened her eyes at that, taken aback by the conviction in Rachel’s tone of voice. Her hands trembled despite the resolve in her voice as she held her there, resolving herself to admit to her confession. “It’s not fair that you’re the last of your people. It’s not fair that the burden of preserving your history and culture had to fall on you. It’s an injustice that anyone else who could have shouldered that burden is long gone. That…shouldn’t fall solely on you. It’s not fair for you to have so much on your shoulders alone, so…I wanted to give you the chance to decide what your future looked like.

“I wanted you to not be held back by your responsibilities.” Her voice shook as she spoke, Rachel trying to say her deepest feelings to Zinnia, here. “I know you didn’t really plan this far ahead, not seeing further than Rayquaza…but I wanted to show you that you have a path forward that you can decide for yourself. That you can decide what you want, independent of cultural expectations or roles assigned to you. I know your duty was important to you, and it always will be. The duty you granted me is important to me, so…this is how I decided to honour it. By giving you the freedom of choice. So that you can make a future for yourself determined by what you want for yourself.”

If it was possible for a person’s heart to burst from inside their chest, both women’s hearts would have made messes of their ribcages by now. Rachel’s powered by the trepidation of her confession and Zinnia’s powered by the magnitude of this gesture done for her on so many fronts and so many levels. But all of Rachel’s insistence on what Zinnia wanted only served to beg a single question. “And what do you want?”

There was only one way Rachel could answer that. “You.” The simple confession struck Zinnia utterly speechless, but Hoenn’s Champion continued, tightening her grip on the Draconid woman’s hands. “I know you’re scared to matter to someone and you’re scared to mean something to someone and you’re scared of someone meaning something to you…because it means you have something to lose and that scares you. I know. But…I can’t help it.”

She fought to blink away the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t lose her composure, not now. Not right now. “I really like you. I’ve grown to really enjoy spending time with you, it doesn’t matter what we do or if we’re doing anything at all. There’s no one who understands me like you, and no one I’ve grown to trust more than you. It makes me happy when you smile, when you laugh, when you live. You being alive and being joyful makes me happier than I even have the words to say, and it makes me want to make you that happy for…for as long as I have breath.

“I know it’s a lot, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel something when I’m with you. I can’t ignore what I feel, anymore. I want you around. And I want you with me. I want you.” Zinnia couldn’t find any words to respond. There weren’t any words that could describe the storm of emotions that swirled in her chest. Elation, uncertainty, fear, euphoria, desire, trepidation, hesitance, all of it. Every chaotic maelstrom made gales in her chest as Rachel spoke. “I’m…wanting to visit Kalos. Clue’s been talking about it and I want to research the history there because I want to know how it connects to Hoenn’s history. And…I was hoping you’d want to come with me. I’ve even been thinking of taking the first boat tonight after I tell Steven I’m relinquishing the Champion title.”

That completely took the Draconid by surprise. Rachel was relinquishing her title as Champion? Why? “I realized that I want to be able to decide my own future, too. And…I want you in it…if you want to be.”

Zinnia’s tongue was tied in knots, any words she could have had died in her throat as quickly as she thought them. How could she express her fears about this? How could she express how she shared in the joys Rachel had in their relationship? It seemed nigh impossible to speak the words that Zinnia felt in her heart about Rachel and the relationship.

She knew what she felt for the woman for a long time, but only now did she dare give it a name. Only now, did she dare give that feeling a voice.

Except it wouldn’t come out, no matter how much she willed it.

But Rachel, patient as ever, didn’t fault her or try to force her. “Look, you don’t have to answer right away. I just…want you to think about it.” She said to Zinnia, letting their hands fall away. “More than anything, this is your choice. I only want this if you do. So, if you feel the same way…and you want to come with me…and…be with me…meet me at the dock tonight? Or find me in Kalos later?

“Just…” She ran out of words, realizing she was beginning to sound like a fool. “We should go. I showed you everything I wanted you to see and the grand opening is tomorrow. And if I’m leaving, I should start getting ready…”

Once again, Zinnia couldn’t make the words she wanted to say come out, but let Rachel lead the way out of the museum, turning the lights off and locking the front doors to prevent anyone else from getting in. With one last glance at the Draconid woman she had come to love so much that she did all of this for her, Rachel lighted into the sky atop Simon to meet back up with everyone at the Cave of Origin and let them know her plans.

Meanwhile, Zinnia was left behind in front of the museum to ponder what her next course of action should be. Though she couldn’t say it, she did return Rachel’s feelings. There was no doubt about that, but her hesitance was not a matter of whether she returned the woman’s feelings.

It was a matter of whether or not she should act on them. She was so uncertain about her future, and even though Rachel gave her a freedom to decide, freedom was just as daunting as it was…well, freeing. She had no idea where her path was meant to lead, and Zinnia wouldn’t know that any better just standing here.

There was only one person who might be able to set her on the right path, and it was thanks to her that any of this was possible.

With hardened resolve, Zinnia allowed her footsteps to carry her to Meteor Falls to meet with her grandmother. If there was anyone who could show her what the right path for her was, it was her.

If there was anyone who could show her the future, it was her.

#SafeshipSeptember #୨⎯ A Message On The Wind ⎯୧ #୨⎯ You Matter To Me ⎯୧ #୨⎯ Pokémon Trainer Rachel ⎯୧ #୨⎯ The Last Lorekeeper ⎯୧

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flowersformattea · 9 months

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i asked my mom if she promised that i was a pretty girl, and she told me that I am a gorgeous girl. i really need to stop fucking kyle, and actually put my foot down. i wish i took advantage of JP, Adam, Khalil. took advantage of the love that they showed me that is. but also - i wish i wasn’t so sad all the time. i’m getting new medication for it so hopefully it helps. i’m proud of myself i got all my work done. i wonder where i’m going to go. maybe i should text fort. he always helps.

i don’t know why i distance myself from my friends when i feel sad. maybe it’s because i don’t want to get my mess on them. but i think it’s causing more pain and more distance. it’s scaring my how unable i am to become vulnerable. i fear people knowing too much. maybe it’s because deep down i feel like i’m a terrible person with nothing to offer. maybe that’s my childhood trama seeking its teeth into mt brain again. maybe it’s because i’m back from new york. god i miss new york. god i miss basil. maybe i’ll just sleep. or go for a swim? i don’t really wanna swim and also i just showered.

i’m gonna smoke this bong and figure out a way to make myself get and feel better

i think it starts w not seeking outside or external validation

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zztheditchzz · 1 year

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I hate that I'm going to regret posting this and that I already regret it as I type it, but this needs to be said.

Fuck you for what you did to me.

You got me to expose my deepest darkest secrets to you and you were...so quick to use it threateningly.

Yeah, congrats, you have power over me. You let the beast inside push you into behaviors that unconsciously wove a death trap around me.

I can never be that vulnerable with anyone, at least not for a long time. Every single relationship I have has become more meaningless. I'm sure you're happy to know that the " "curse" " you cast works well. Thanks for that. I'm sure you regret it but you still cast it. You pulled the trigger. You can regret pulling the trigger all you want but you still pulled the trigger. The bullet is moving at a snail's pace over years, but you still can't stop it. Thanks for divesting so much energy into that. Fuck. Fuck you for what you've done to me. Fuck maybe I'm the same way. Just a fucking poison. Maybe it's for the better that I just perpetually bounce around for the rest of my idiotic life. If you're reading this because you hacked my account or logged on or some shit triple quadruple five times fuck you 😂 i gave my entire life to you. Was it just like...too much pressure? I'm deadass thinking no person on this earth is worth Mt time. Yeah, great job everybody, round of applause to everybody, he woke is pride up. Great. Totally for no reason, take no responsibility ya'all. I find it so fucking cockroach how everyone says some shit like "oh they made that choice nothing anybody could have done" woke anti guilt insanity evil fucking vomit bullshit that people say when someone does something terrible. I'm literally a Saint who is now going down the path of Evil. I mean I understand it's necessary for this Grand Ol' Fucking Joke but like. Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn. Ya'all just fucking DP me not like I get a say i just accept 🙂 Trauma + Grief yeah fuckinf white boy said it best. Fucking nerd hope he dies terribly 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Sorry I'm supposed to be subtweetingting someone

Ha ha

Yaall are so UGH!

All of you.

Bye

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hobo-dragon · 2 years

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Purple/The Second Coming? For the request thing :)

Ah yes the smallest grape and the orange, my favorite-

SC had been searching up a new prompt for this month's building contest when Alan's email pinged; he quickly jumped down from the search bar, and tapped on the notification, opening up the email to his expected visitor inside, Purple. Quickly jumping up to greet him with a smile, he noticed them carrying a small plastic bag, heavy with something he couldn't see, "Purple! I'm glad you came, we haven't started yet, and I'm still setting up the blocks and first round theme, care to help?" Purple blinked, taking a moment to process before a small grin of their own made its way on their face, "Oh, sure, where's the rest of them?" They asked, climbing down from the email and onto the desktop, looking around for any of the other stickfigures they had grown familiar with.

SC climbed down after them, pointing to the house the gang had built, "Inside, I don't want them cheating by knowing the theme beforehand and getting blocks for it, so before every round we've started moving those playing into the house. Now!" SC paused, looking back up the empty search bar with an annoyed look. "I've been trying to think of a theme we haven't done before all morning but I've had no luck, I was thinking you might have any ideas?" They jumped onto the Google tab, opening the desktop keyboard which also raised up Purple to being just below SC.

Purple thought for a moment racking their brain for something unique, they've heard from SC in a few of their texts some of the themes they've done before, and from that they could tell they've only really been doing basic themes. Foods, logos, animals etc. Suddenly one idea racked their brain and their face lit up. "What about a Minecraft mob? And just spawning it in would count as disqualification?" Purple suggested, idly twisting the plastic bag containing a gift in circles. SC seemed to like the idea, and nodded, quickly jumping down to the keyboard and tapping typing in 'Mimecraft mobs'. Sure it had a spelling error but SC was sure it wouldn't change the results as they clicked 'Enter'. After a few moments of loading, the screen changed to results for 'Mimecraft mobs'. Purple thought it was a little (adorably-) silly they had misspelled a word like that but jumped up to tap the images button and soon enough mobs showed up. Pigs, chickens, zombies, endermen too. "Now let's see here.... Piglin? Naw, too tall. Chicken? We've already done that, and too easy. Hmmm," SC scratched their head as they slowly scrolled through the images.

Suddenly Purple pointed at one, catching both their attention, "What about an ender dragon?" Sure it was a mob Purple associated with one of their first betrayals to the color gang, something they regretted but refused to speak to anyone about, but they couldn't deny it was one of the more cooler and majestic creatures of Minecraft. "SC thought for a moment, thinking over if the difficulty of making an ender dragon and how big it was. They might need to have their own files to build in just to have room. "That's actually, not a bad idea, let's go with it for the first round and decide the next rounds later," He clicked the image, and began grabbing blocks from the Minecraft block and dropping an equal amount in 4 piles on the desktop.

"That should be it, you can take a seat on the floor, sorry, there was heh, an accident with the last chairs last building contest," They nervously chuckled, who knew chairs made great weapons for angry green stickfigures? Purple was curious, but took a seat regardless. SC whistled, and the door opened as Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue sprinted over to the piles, grabbing them without a second thought and looking at the image pulled up. "You all know the rules, but this time will be a bit different, you'll each have to build in your own files because of how big the ender dragon is, you'll have extra time to build, and Purple here, will also be a judge!" SC switched to the tab with a timer on it, adding several more minutes to it before beginning the countdown, swiping their hand down on 0 to initiate the round beginning.

RYGB jump into their own empty files for building in, and came out every now and then, looking back at the image for reference as SC soon retired to sitting down beside Purple, watching the stickfigures argue s couple times over who stole who's blocks. "Hey umm, Purple?" Purple didn't turn from watching the chaotic building process, but let out a hmm in response. Fortunately, them doing this meant they couldn't see the tiny blush SC had as he messed with his hands, glancing back at Purple's empty one. "I'm really glad you're here, it's nice to have you here. I know things might be a little tense at times because of what's happened, but that was the past, we've all done our forgiving and truces, so I want you to feel comfortable here! You're welcome here whenever," SC said, trying to focus on anything else than Purple(and how much he loved them, and how much he wanted to confess their feelings but was too much of a coward to do so-). Purple turned toward him sometime in-between him speaking and smiled, their own tiny blush coating their cheeks. (Internal thoughts of these two: AAAAAAY MY GOSH?? HE'S/THEY'RE SO ADORABLE?? AAAAA-) "Ah, well, I'm definitely comfortable with you, so yeah, definitely welcomed heh," Purple chuckled, awkwardly placing their hand on their neck, and god when did they get this sweaty? Why the hell did they say that? SC opened their mouth to comment but was swiftly interrupted by Purple grabbing the plastic bag they had the entire time but had not opened. "Ah, I nearly forgot! These are for you, well us. Ack, I mean everyone! I made these yesterday and had way too many leftovers, so I thought I'd share them," Purple lied, they had actually made these specifically for them and SC to share, but they couldn't say that! It would sound weird to have them specifically only for them and SC, and a bit selfish not to share so they made enough for everyone last minute.

SC's eyes lit up at the sight of what was inside the bag, cookies, orange and purple frosted cookies. A weird choice of frosting colors but they did kinda make sense with Halloween in a couple months. "Purple these look great! I'm sure everyone else will love these," SC said, grabbing the cookie Purple passed to him and taking a bite of it, letting out a small him at the sweet taste as they paced their eating (not me projecting onto SC by not having self control with cookies-). Purple hadn't tasted theirs yet, too busy trying to control their pounding heart, god was SC always this adorable? God they were going to pass out from how hard their heart was beating. SC had quickly finished their cookie, and the desktop quickly fell into an awkward silence. Where were the rest of the color gang, it had been a while since any of them came down to check the image. A forced cough caught both stickfigures attention as they noticed, weirdly enough, RYGB were in front of them, maybe they all finished? But it was too soon, and all at the same time. Regardless, SC paused the timer and went up into the first file, Red's.

Get.

That's all there was, the word Get. Made out of purple wool blocks. "Ummm, Red, this wasn't the prompt?" "I know! We made a collaborative entry." "Well that means we'll be scoring on a score of 1-10 then," SC closed the file and opened the next, which held a similar creation, this time being made of orange wool and being the word 'together'. Weird. And the next file was just the word 'Already'. So far if the last file was like this then he'd have to give it a 0. What were they doing? SC opened the last file, Green's, and nearly paled at what he saw. Inside was an actual structure, but still made out of orange and purple wool. What was this structure? Two stickfigures, kissing, an orange and purple stickfigure to be exact. SC, now with the full image, out together the first three files and realized what it was, 'Get together already' a message directed at him and Purple. Made more clearly by the four stickfigures saying it in unison. "Get together already, god, the amount of romantic tension between you two is suffocating," Green said, a cheeky and smug grin on his face. SC had an embarrassed blush as he turned to Purple, fearing their reaction. He couldn't tell, but he assumed it was bad, Purple was covering their face as they avoided eye contact with not only SC, but the rest of the stickfigures. A tenser silence followed as SC hesitated to confess or even speak to purple, eventually just clenching their first by their side and closing the file. "...5/10, Purple?" "5/10" The rounds followed like that, tense and in silence, the two flustered stickfigures sat a ways apart from each other.

Eventually, it was declared Green as the (usual-) winner; Purple had needed someone to help with making another email back to their computer and SC had been the unfortunate one left to do so as the rest were cleaning up the blocks and files from the contest. Purple stood behind SC as he typed in the email, neither breaking the silence until SC had finished, "Soooo, umm goodbye, I guess, sorry about earlier today, I didn't know they were planning this I swear, soo umm, yeah," SC stared at anywhere but Purple's face, anxious of looking at them and seeing they might have a look of disgust, anger, or downright hatred. He knew he was probably over exaggerating their reaction but he couldn't help but fret over it. Purple walked by them, towards the email, not making eye-contact either, SC's heart shattered a little, he knew it, they must of hated him. Sagging a little and begining to walk away, he was very surprised when something grabbed his shoulder and pecked his cheek, "I- I've been wanting to do that for a while now, heh. Tell the others thanks for the push I needed to let you know how I felt, "SC stood, gawking and severely confused as he tried to process what had happened.

Purple laughed at their confused expression as a blush of their own began to manifest. They began to walk away, waving at SC, in a stiff-manner so weird he moved like a robot a bit. He hit the send button as his blush that had grown once he realized what had happened, flushed his entire face and he covered his face, a goofy grin spreading across it. Later that night though as SC laid in bed, he pulled his phone out and went to his contacts. Clicking on the one listed 'Purple'. He changed it to 💜Purple💜. A tiny blush adorning his cheeks as he thought of them and where their relationship might go from here, he eventually fell asleep.

Words that made me cringe writing this: blush, goofy grin, cheek, Purple. Bleugh, I've written too much cheesy fluff and now it just feels overly sweet/generic. ): But still, although not my greatest work, it's still y'know, work lol. Now shhshshshshsh, my tea is tea. I hate that I struggled writing one of my favorite ships, my brain is just very not big brain atm.

#writing #ig idk at this rate I'ma go eat #avm writing #Purple x Second #avm #Tbh I wrote this all in-between work during school today #Not sure what I'll work on next #maybe more vulnerable MT #that gives me life force no other writing can- XD

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lexelii · 2 years

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King Yellow, based on some thoughts of mine

Allow me to ramble real quick

I've been thinking about what could happen once the gang finally defeats MT, and created a small scenario on my head

Second just wants to go home and be away from all the crazy things they've encountered, but Yellow being Yellow wants to take the staff with him so he can investigate it's powers, knowing he probably won't ever find a similar artifact again

Second of course denies this, which causes an argument between him and Yellow.

Out of frustration, Second says that Yellow's curiosity has caused them too many problems already (Command blocks and Lucky blocks episodes specially)

Yellow's feelings are deeply hurt, and before Second can say anything, Yellow suddenly attacks him

He wasn't himself for a moment, almost as if the staff had some sort of power that took advantage of Yellow's vulnerable emotional state

This whole scenario revolves around my idea of the staff having an effect over the people who wield it, which can be irreversible at some point

In this AU (I guess I can call it an AU? I've never made one before), MT used to be pretty similar to Yellow in terms of personality before he found the staff, which ended up corrupting his mind making him become how he is now

I'm not experienced in AUS, so let me know if this is somewhat interesting, and maybe I can improve and expand on it sometime

I have some more ideas but I'm nervous about posting just this so I'll leave it at that

#animation vs minecraft #animation vs animator #ava #avm #alan becker #avm yellow #ava yellow

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I have another one! What if Carol and Daryl finally become intimate?

Where do you picture their first time together being?

What are the circumstances you think would cause them to finally be intimate with each other?

What time of the day would they make love their first time?

How long or short would it be?

Would they help each other remove their clothing?

Would all of their clothing be removed the first time?

Would they be afraid of anything?

Who would kiss more during lovemaking?

Who would embrace more during it?

Would they talk during it? Or no?

If not, how would they communicate with each other?

If they do talk, what would they say?

How would they sound?

Do you think their foreplay would be longer than the sex itself or the sex longer than the foreplay? Or would it be even?

What would the tone of their first time be? Romantic? Awkward? Rushed? Taking their time? What do you think?

Do you think there would be any laughing while they are intimate?

Do you think they would get distracted by anything their first time? Like a walker?

Do you think it is possible for one of them to accidentally hurt or scare the other during intimacy? For me I picture Daryl having something like "pleasure-pain". So Carol is making him feel good and loved but, the trauma is triggering painful memories that make his body register something as hurt. Or no?

Would they say "I love you" at any point before, during or after the intimacy? Or would they say something more unique to them?

Would they talk afterwards or fall asleep immediately?

Who do you think would wake up first?

Would they talk about their time together after they wake up at some point or just go about their day?

Would they kiss after intimacy? If so, how? Long and slow? Or short and sweet? Or not at all? I can see Carol kissing his forehead or Daryl kissing her hand.

Thanksies for doing this one @my-mt-heart !!! ♥️♥️♥️

Where do you picture their first time together being?

An RV would be perfect because it's where their friendship first took root.

What are the circumstances you think would cause them to finally be intimate with each other?

After they've finally opened up to each other verbally

What time of the day would they make love their first time?

Nighttime has a more romantic ambience, but daytime could work too

How long or short would it be?

Well, in terms of how it should be framed, a longer scene or montage would better convey how big of a milestone it is for them.

Would they help each other remove their clothing?

Yes.

Would all of their clothing be removed the first time?

Yes, to emphasize that they can be completely vulnerable with each other.

Would they be afraid of anything?

Daryl might have performance anxiety since he doesn't like to let Carol down. And Carol might be wrestling with that fear of letting Daryl see all of her in case he finds something he doesn't like.

Who would kiss more during lovemaking?

Hmm, maybe Carol

Who would embrace more during it?

Hmm, maybe Daryl (trying to keep her as close as possible)

Would they talk during it? Or no?

I think they can read each other well enough without talking

If not, how would they communicate with each other?

How they usually do with their eyes and body language.

If they do talk, what would they say?

Daryl might say "look at me" or "stay with me"

How would they sound?

Emotional

Do you think their foreplay would be longer than the sex itself or the sex longer than the foreplay? Or would it be even?

Daryl did say he'd go down first.

What would the tone of their first time be? Romantic? Awkward? Rushed? Taking their time? What do you think?

If they were getting together in S3/S4, I would probably expect a lot of cute, awkward fumbling, but their relationship is too mature for that now. I think it would be very emotional.

Do you think there would be any laughing while they are intimate?

Laughing, no. Crying, maybe.

Do you think they would get distracted by anything their first time? Like a walker?

Nope, everything around them would cease to exist

Eh, I don't think he'd experience that with Carol to be honest. He feels safe with her.

Would they say "I love you" at any point before, during or after the intimacy? Or would they say something more unique to them?

I think saying it before would help them feel more ready to be physically intimate

Would they talk afterwards or fall asleep immediately?

Talk

Who do you think would wake up first?

Carol waking up first and rolling over to see Daryl next to her would be a nice callback to 10x03/10x06

Would they talk about their time together after they wake up at some point or just go about their day?

I think they would acknowledge it somehow, even if they're just grinning at each other

Would they kiss after intimacy? If so, how? Long and slow? Or short and sweet? Or not at all? I can see Carol kissing his forehead or Daryl kissing her hand.

I can see them stealing kissing whenever they can.

#caryl #darylneedscarol

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