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does icarus know it was diablo who killed phineas?

#ask #icarus #Anonymous

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Diablo: If you don’t have any other questions, I may just call this a night. I have things my boss wanted me to do.

#diablo #landvssea

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Phineas: Stop staring and DO IT!

Diablo: ...

Phineas lets out his last breath.

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#landvssea #diablo #phineas #eldin #mikaou #gunther #death #blood

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Alright! Who wants an ask from Akheron or Grace? uou ?

#ooc

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Grace, what's your job entail? And do you do it properly?

Grace: I answer it confidently, I sound like a jerk. I hesitate, I look like a fool! 

Grace: I am the Flower Carrier or Flower Bearer. My existence is to spread flowers across the world. I can create gracidea and Gracidea, one of which grants other Shaymin the ability to fly.

Grace: I take my job very seriously, I’ll have you know! 

#ask #grace #filler #Anonymous

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Akheron, how'd you meet Grace?

Akheron: Hmm..yes, we did! Grace: I was fiddling around in the jungle looking for something when Akheron came through the big reflective stone. He looked angry.Akheron: My brother had stolen my orb! He was playing tricks on me.Grace: Yes! And I decided to help him look for it. After that I always came to try and visit him.

#filler #akheron #grace #catiua-pavel

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Akheron: No fighting here!  Akheron: I’d say there’s nothing wrong with just watching. I can keep ya some company for a bit if you’d like! 

[jupiters-club] Akheron: Well well well! Another Giratina has joined the fray. uou What are you up to on this fine day?

Giratina: I’m… not.. ah. there’s no one fighting in my caves is there…? Giratina: I am.. watching today. …although I suppose that’s a bit.. boring isn’t it….

#akheron #lethe #cries softly #filler

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[askpuppylove] Polly@Grace: Ohh! Your hubbie's a giratina too?! Double date! Now!

@askpuppylove 

#ask #filler #akheron #grace #harry #polly #askchangingtides

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Akheron: Ask us some stuff!

For a short time pre-plot Akheron and Grace are available for asks!

#filler #akheron #grace #i realized like no one's ever seen these two #who are my babies #my children #sO #HERE WE GO #probably will take asks for about a week or two

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Temporarily rises from the dead to post this.

#pokemon #thundurus #blythe #honda #ref

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Drew the rest of Kaito’s trio that you never see very often!! </3 I need to give these ladies some more love.

#pokemon #rayquaza #groudon #gijinka #caelum #pumice #filler

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Diablo: Between the three of them, Gunther, Mikau, and Eldin, they had ensured that everyone got out of the city safe.

Diablo: They had done me a great service, but had fallen to Phineas and his lackey. It didn’t seem fair that I go after them myself. But I was also so incredibly touched by their bravery, that I couldn’t settle.

Diablo: I did something no other legendary had done before.

#ho oh #raikou #suicune #entei #landvssea #diablo #gunther #eldin #mikau

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Origin of Love

Icarus woke one morning to the mysterious man staring out the window once more. He looked to be deep in thought, his arms crossed, and seemed to have rummaged through his many storage rooms to find a blue button-up shirt and some jeans. Though he wasn't able to find shoes, he was wearing socks, and appeared to have significantly calmed over the past few days. He was no longer shaking, and held himself with pride.

He wondered briefly why the man in blue seemed to have such a drastic change, but he understood that maybe he was just putting on a brave face. Or maybe he did actually change, but Icarus doubted that. The man had passed out almost nonstop from anxiety and fear, trapped in a loop of panic that Icarus had no idea how to fix. Icarus had become so worried that he'd hoped and hoped a Cresselia would arrive to put his mind at ease. Whether or not his prayers were answered, he was relieved that this man seemed to be okay.

Approaching gingerly, the night he'd almost been strangled still fresh in his mind, Icarus called, “would you like something to eat, sir?” The man didn't jump. He turned and looked over his shoulder as smoothly as anyone else, staring at Icarus with warm yellow eyes. “Sure. Do you have toast and jam, perhaps?” “I might!” Icarus smiled, lunging over his counter into the kitchen. The man was taken aback, but Icarus ignored the look and began to rummage through his pantry. “I usually just stick to pasta because it's easy to make. You can find it and sauce just about anywhere nowadays…” The man hummed and took a seat at the table. “I apologize for my behavior over the past few days.” Icarus raised his head over the bottom pantry door, raising an eyebrow. “Why?” “I hurt you.” “Well...yes. Yes, you did.” “And I'm sorry.” “Why the sudden change?” Icarus asked, his arms full of five different kinds of bread. He stepped over to the counter to find his toaster under piles of clean rags and dishes that weren't able to fit in the cabinets.

The man looked to be in deep thought, one of his fingers pressed against his lips. His gaze glanced over the bookshelf beside the table, taking in trinkets and even a drawn portrait of Icarus with someone clad in green. “I wasn't myself. I know I wasn't.” He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes. “I was leaving some sort of...state, if you could call it that. But I have no idea what it was,” he added quickly, before Icarus could ask questions. His voice was deep, quiet, and thoughtful, completely unlike before. “When I had originally come to, I just felt...nothing. I was in nothing.” As Icarus pulled out his toaster, he opened a nearby cabinet to find jars of jams and preserves over the past months. He'd always forgotten quickly what he had in his home, remembering that he was planning today to go pick up more food that he probably didn't need. He scratched that off his list. “I've never heard of anyone describe something like that,” Icarus whispered softly. “I've certainly felt nothingness in state of mind, but nothing like that.” “You lost him.” “What?” Icarus froze. “You lost this man.” The mysterious man stood up, reaching across the tiny table to scoop up the framed picture. The man had long hair swooping around in the wind, tied at the end with what looked to be bells. Him and Icarus both stood there laughing against the backdrop of the ocean, and he couldn't help but notice that there was a striking resemblance in the green man to the two children that often ran around the house. “Is that why you felt nothingness? Nothingness is nothingness, after all, just different manifestations.” Icarus cleared his throat, pressing the lever on the toaster down. “Yes, I suppose so,” he said stiffly, watching the man carefully. “His name was Phineas, Ilay and Bratwurst's father.”

The other man's brows raised and he looked at Icarus. “Bratwurst?” “Oh! Uh. That's just...what I call Bratumil, don't worry about it.” Icarus grinned at the other man and began to spread jam across the toast that had popped up. “They're both actually in school right now. They wanted to be like the mortals.” “So you're legendary?” “Yes.” Icarus took one plate for himself and another for the man, though his plate had an assortment of foods like yogurt and berries. He sat down, gesturing for the other to sit as well. “They call me Lugia, you know. Bringer of Rains, sometimes.” Inspecting his toast, the other man nodded. “Tell me about it.” He set his toast down, as if he was unsatisfied. Icarus felt a little bit disappointed, since this was the first time at all in the past week and a half he'd seen the man even want to look at food. “Please. I don't even remember the stories about the world. I don't think this is the same world I was on before I… I don't know. Was I asleep?” Icarus shrugged. “I don't know. I found you on the beach beaten and bruised.” He poked at his yogurt with a pecha berry, crossing one leg over the other. “I was created probably a few million years ago.” “Were you created with a purpose?” The man took a bite of the toast. At that moment, a torrent of sleet rained down from the sky. “I know, at least, that most are.” “When you asked if I was legendary, I figure you are too.” Icarus cleared his throat, staring out the window over the couch in the living room. “I was created to serve a legendary Pokemon I only know as the Leviathan. Me, Ho-Oh, and the three Forces of Nature didn't even have names until much later. I don't even think Atlas had a name until very recently, in which he was renamed Regigigas from The Colossal One. Ancient names are finicky, I think.” “Is it good to have a name?” “Well...yeah! I'd say so! But, it isn't necessary.” He shook his head, staring at his toast again. He picked at the crust with his thumbnail and continued to eat. “I think it'd be fine to have a name. I wouldn't want to be hey-you all my life, I think. What are good names, Icarus?” “I...I have to admit, I was actually thinking about it the past few days.” Icarus looked ashamed, putting his fruit back down. “I thought about asking you if you'd like to be called Kaito.” “Kaito?” “Kaito, after an ancient sea.” “Kaito. Kaito...” The man nodded, whispering it over and over to himself. A look devoid of expression crossed his face and for a brief moment Icarus' heart fell. He reached forward to try and shake the man out of it, but Kaito snapped out of it real fast. “I love that name. I feel like it should mean a lot to me.” Icarus smiled, pulling his hand back. “I wasn't going to just suggest any name, you know! A legendary needs a good name, I'd say. Something folks will remember.” He nodded. “Yes, I see what you mean. Where did Icarus come from?” “Hah! That's...well, that's a good question. It was a name from an ancient myth, about a Pokemon who'd learned to fly with man-made wings.” Icarus closed his eyes as he thought about it. “The myth said that the boy drowned, because he flew too close to the sun. Too close to Diablo.” Kaito looked confused. “Diablo? Who is he?” “She, actually. She's the opposite of me.” Icarus leaned forward, completely forgetting about his breakfast. “I'm the cool winds that carry the rain, but she is the warm winds that chase the rain away.” The gears were turning in Kaito's head. He nodded, amazed. “That must have been the golden being in the sky...” Without warning, he bared his razor-sharp teeth, banging a fist against the table. The plates jumped, and Icarus went on high alert. “I hate her. I don't know why, but I hate her.” Icarus swallowed, standing up. “I do as well. But we have always hated each other. Ever since our very creation, we were created as opposites. We are not siblings, but rivals, and others have said that we were never meant to meet. But we always do. Always.” He took a deep breath, shuffling away to the living room to look at the torrential rains. “Right now, the rain isn't as bad as it was when she had shown up, but I don't want her near this beach again. She works for the Behemoth.”

Windchimes clanged together in a distant window. The ones above the couch had been taken down to sooth Kaito's ears, but he wished that he could hear them all. They comforted Icarus, each one a memory from long past. “The Leviathan creates rains. I guide those rains. The Behemoth creates heat, devastating heat. I heard that where Diablo was, there was such a bad heatwave that anyone who wasn't inside got almost completely burnt to dust.” Kaito's breath became labored and he had to gasp for air. He felt his blood boil, the red markings covering his body glowing even more vibrantly than they had before. Icarus glanced back at him as the rain came down harder, and he felt like he'd stumbled upon the one question he'd been asking himself since he was an infant. “When I was a baby, I fell into magma. I thought it was just orange water.” Icarus turned back to the sky, leaning across the couch to stick his head out the window. He let the rain pour over his face and his hair. “I remember that I melted into water, reborn again as a baby chick on the ledge. This was only hours after my creation. When I named myself Icarus, it was because I flew too close to Diablo many years later, clueless about who she was. I burned up. She turned me into nothing but steam, and again I burst into water, reborn again as a baby chick.” “Why are you telling me this?” Kaito growled. He didn't seem to be angry about the fact that Icarus was telling the story, but because he'd brought up the Behemoth.

“To tell you the origin of my name.” “You are named after a dead man.” “I named myself because it was fitting. Because I kept getting too close to the sun. I'm oblivious. I really am, boss.” Lightning soared through the sky. Thunder shook the earth and the house, the rain coming down harder than it did the day that Kaito washed up on the beach. Something snapped in the man, who turned out the door, down the stairs. Icarus followed, preparing to send the rain away, but something stopped him.

On the beach in the shore was a whale. He assumed it was a whale, though it looked quite like a shark. Long and sleek, blue and white, with red markings all across its body. It pushed off the ground and launched itself into the ocean. Icarus didn't follow it. He simply stood on the beach, watching in awe as the rain followed Kaito like it was on a leash. The rain never stopped, but as it got farther from Icarus' home, the brighter and warmer it became.

Icarus took a deep breath, pleased and content.

But his eyes widened and suddenly he was running into the ocean, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Boss! You can't fight the Behemoth! Boss--!!”

#writings #origin of love #icarus

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You told me not to be like anybody else Headspin, happiness, death Be like anybody else Bowed down, nothing else left

#kettle #filler

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Origin of Love

When he saw the golden bird emerging from the storm, he felt deep down that something wasn't right. He couldn't figure out why he felt the bird to be so familiar. The light radiating from its rainbow feathers was so warm and comforting. But the look in its eyes was harsh. Calculating. Cold.

The man breathed heavily through his nose. The white dragon that had 'saved' him from the beach stopped churning the clouds and wind and rain. Both Pokemon looked at each other, one pushing away the rain, the other bringing the warmth of an early morning sun that glistened on the ocean and turned the white sand to glitter.

Neither of the Pokemon faltered under the other's gaze. They beat their wings in a beautiful display of rain and warmth, and the man knew then that these two creatures were never supposed to meet. It ended almost as fast as the moment they met. One dove back toward the water and the other, the golden one, continued on its path of sunshine.

As the white one dove beneath the water, the man turned away from the window. He felt a searing warmth in his chest and dug his fingers around it. It felt like someone had dug a knife between his ribs, and his breath caught briefly in his throat. He had to sit down on the couch—he grimaced, disliking the musty and salt watery odor that came from it. That's how everything in this house felt. Old, and coated in a thin layer of ocean spray. He didn't mind the ocean spray, as he had his suspicions he may be from the ocean, but the fact it was so old…

A shiver ran down his back. This man was a hoarder. Everything in the house was ancient. The windchimes grated his ears. And, to top it off, the chatter of children filled the halls.

Overloaded, the man laid down on the couch, trying his best to ignore the smell and how the couch dipped at one end from being sat on too much. The overlapping rugs on the ground were mismatched. They set the coffee table askew, with it being raised up slightly in one corner and lower in the other. It was hardly noticeable, but he noticed it. And it only made the stabbing sensation in his chest worse.

He closed his eyes. He noticed only now that his hands were trembling, and his breaths coming in short gasps. He tried to curl up, but his body wouldn't fit on the couch.

Who was he?

Where was he? What time was it? Oh how he longed for the cool suspension of the inky blackness he'd woken up in. His fingers weren't clammy. He wasn't breaking out in a cold sweat. He didn't feel like a fish out of water.

He didn't know how much time had passed. He drifted in and out of a doze—or perhaps unconsciousness—and every time he came to, he didn't recognize where he was and panic would rise.

One time when he woke up, becoming more aware of his surroundings, it was nighttime again, and rain was pounding the roof. His body was covered in a second layer of clothes, and on top of that were many blankets and even some towels. The window behind the couch had been closed, and the windchimes around the room taken down. He blinked in a dazed stupor, wondering if this was still the same place he was at, and questioning the somewhat worn and tattered blankets.

In the corner of the room, in a rocking chair, was the man who'd 'saved' him from the beach. He was humming quietly to himself a song that filled the mysterious man with peace, while holding a pair of red pants with a tear in the knee. The white Pokemon had either not noticed him waking up, or was deliberately ignoring him, and he wasn't sure what to do. The pants were being sewn up under the light of a tiny lamp.

“Are you...not going to push away the rain?”

Coolly looking toward the man, the white Pokemon smiled. “The rain isn't bad right now. It let up while you were sleeping.” “How long have I been asleep?” “About twenty four hours, give or take. You've had a fever all day.” The man frowned. “You've been panicking all day.” “I've been what?” “You're anxious.” He didn't want to argue. Didn't want to pursue his own questions. Without another word the mysterious man laid down and closed his eyes again. It was true that he was anxious, if that was the right word. He was still sweating. He felt warm when the air around him was cool. His fingers trembled, and his chest hurt.

“Sir? Do you have a name? My name is Icarus.” “I… No. No, I don't believe I do.”

#origin of love #writings #icarus

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#xahria #ref