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The Lookalike (Part 5)

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, and then into the talons of the Radio Demon himself.

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, they/them pronouns used, Alastor X reader, Vox X reader, Alastor X Vox, drug use, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4

Given that you were the same size, and the intention was to have you pose as him, Alastor allowed you to raid his wardrobe without complaint. The bulk of it was variants on the same outfit, a palette swapped version of the suit that Vox had dressed you in, but you found enough pieces in the back to entertain yourself; a dress shirt with suspenders over it, a waistcoat, a jaunty little fez that attached to the hair with a hairpin and a cravat to hide the bruising on your neck.

You still looked like Alastor, but more of a bellhop than a concierge, and weighing the man’s gaze on you, you could tell this had been the right decision. He viewed you as his lesser, and seeing that reflected in your dress gave a less guarded edge to his smile that had not been there before.

Alastor returned your things to you, the wire and the aphrodisiac, and led you out into the hotel proper to introduce you to the rest of the staff.

“This here is Niffty,” said Alastor, fondly, gesturing to the pint-sized demon in a maid’s outfit who ran up to you as the two of you entered the lobby.

“Hello, Niffty,” you said, extending a hand to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Niffty stared up at you, her single eye wide and curious. Rather than speak, she placed a large dead cockroach in your open palm, then smiled at you toothily before running away.

Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “I think she likes you,” he said. “But who knows, honestly, so watch your back. The others here are Vaggie, with the one eye, the grumpy pussycat behind the bar is Husker, and that one there is our hotel’s singular guest, Angel Dust. Lucifer and his daughter aren’t here right now, but you’ll cross paths soon enough.”

Vaggie stopped and stared, her expression at first confused, and then angry. “Alastor, why are there two of you? What did you do?”

Alastor just smiled obliquely. “What did I do? Why, nothing at all. This good fellow is merely my body double. They’ll be assisting me for a while.”

Angel Dust squinted at you from his perch at the bar, his look appraising. “Soo… They slash Them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor stepped in before you could speak, an arm slung friendly around your shoulders. “Actually I think they’re more of a strangler.”

“So you found yourself a murder twin. Fuckin’ great.” The big cat behind the bar sighed as he polished a glass.

Taking out a handkerchief, you folded it carefully around the dead insect, giving it a little squeeze to check that it was actually dead, and headed over to the bar.

Angel Dust gave you a lascivious grin. “So how was sex with the tv?” he asked, both hands folded under his chin.

This time you felt a chill in the air as Alastor stiffened behind you. You could practically feel the static in his throat.

“I’m sorry?” you cocked your head, apologetic.

“Oh, don’t be coy, I saw the pictures.” Angel Dust winked at you.

“Pictures?” you felt your composure break, just a little. Of course Vox had taken pictures. The bedroom had been studded with cameras, and if you had to guess he probably had at least one embedded in his face. You hadn’t expected him to distribute them though. And though you’d only been in your body a few days, it was a little galling to think of strangers looking at your naked form. Your ears dropped fractionally.

“Oh shit, you didn’t know.” Angel Dust looked genuinely apologetic for about a second. “Well, welcome to Hell, I guess.”

Alastor took a seat beside you, not looking you in the eye. “He didn’t send them to everyone, of course. Only to me.”

“It doesn’t matter who he sends em to if he took em without proper licensing,” said Angel, sagely. “Was he any good at least? Or did he just lay there, with his big flat head?” Angel gestured in a square around his own head.

You gave a tight lipped smile. “I don’t talk about things like that. Past partners, I mean.”

“What’s the harm? Sounds like he already betrayed your trust.”

“Because it’s rude.” You spread your hands. “If I’m just going to behave like the people who wrong me, then who am I, really?”

“You’re in Hell,” said Angel, with a derisive wave of his hand. “Live a little.” He laughed, but Husk slid you a drink across the bartop, and you sensed something that might have been approval in Alastor’s gaze.

Your first week in the hotel passed quickly, with Alastor taking full advantage of your promise to help around the hotel. There were few guests, but the hotel itself was enormous, so most of your tasks consisted of cleaning, dusting, or pulling Niffty out when she got stuck in the air vents.

Alastor didn’t talk about the encounter you had shared, neither the tussle nor the intimacy afterwards, so you were a little surprised when he asked you to move into his room with him. The space inside the room was huge, and at night he would vanish into his personal swamp to do who knew what, leaving you to sleep in his bed with a set of his pajamas on.

A little personal space felt good after days trapped in Vox’s bedroom, but it didn’t take many nights for the bed to feel a little too large with only one body in it. That he was avoiding sharing the bed with you was a certainty; the sheets smelled like him, and more than once you found yourself sleeping curled around one of his pillows, face pressed against the fabric.

The way that Alastor would casually reach out and squeeze one of your antlers if he passed you alone in a hotel corridor told you that the two of you were probably still on kissing terms, or at least that Alastor thought little of such small displays of intimacy.

You spent time watching Alastor where you could, learning his mannerisms and gait. You lacked his magic, of course, but your voice had the same tendency as his to give a tinny, faintly distorted sound, and you found you could replicate his silvery canned laughter with a little effort. The physical part was a little more difficult, with your body still new and a little unsteady, but within the first few days you had a passable imitation of how Alastor walked. There was a quirk to his stride, an intermittent tension to his shoulders, which you began to imitate too. Perhaps it was an injury of some sort, but it was hard to tell. Alastor’s other major quirk was that he never dropped his smile. You didn’t copy that, but took note of it for later.

Walking past the lounge, you caught sight of Charlie and all the residents starting up one of their group activities, and stopped to watch.

Charlie clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, for our next activity, we are going to do hugging! Everyone pick a partner, and we’ll do a one minute timed hug.”

“We’re one short if we want pairs,” said Vaggie, looking around the room.

“Hey, tall dark and ambiguous,” Angel Dust caught your eye from his place on the sofa, and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. “You want in on this?”

You checked the watch on your wrist- after hours- and shrugged. “Sure.”

A cold presence manifested behind you. “If my double is joining, it would be remiss of me not to,” said Alastor, emerging from the shadows. His claws settled delicately on your shoulder. “You’ll be my partner, won’t you?”

You glanced back, spotted the possessive look in Alastor’s eyes, and nodded. “Of course. Sorry, Angel.”

Angel Dust gave an audible sigh as Niffty crawled into his lap.

“Alastor? You’re joining? But that leaves us with an odd number again.” Charlie’s face fell.

“That’s okay, Charlie. I can sit this one out.” Lucifer, who had been sitting on the second couch, got to his feet.

“But dad…”

“I’m being a team player. That’s what dads are for, right?” Lucifer gave his daughter a fond smile, which she returned uncertainly. “I’m just gonna take some air.”

“Okay.” Charlie watched her father leave the room, her expression clouded, but she shook her head, taking in the room of people waiting for her to speak. “Uh, okay. So, like I said, we’re going to do the timed hug, and everyone has to ask a question, and answer a question truthfully. I’ll start the stopwatch.”

Sitting in a chair with Alastor was the first time you’d felt his arms around you since he’d climbed atop of you in his bed. His chest fit flush with your back, and he hooked his chin over your shoulder as both of you settled into the cuddle. Had he done this just to stop you from cuddling up with the porn demon? It seemed likely.

“Will you start, or shall I?” Alastor asked, your faces close enough that you breathed the same air. Looking around, no-one in the room was looking at the two of you, each of the participants engrossed in their own quiet conversations.

“Is that your question?” you asked, mildly.

“A question each.” Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “Bravo, impostor. I believe we’ve fulfilled the conditions of Charlie’s activity.”

“Not quite. We’re here until the timer goes. So we might as well talk.”

“I suppose. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering why you’ve asked me to sleep in your bed when you have no intention of sharing it with me,” you said, careful to keep your voice low, audible only to him.

“Oh? Is it so surprising that I want to keep an eye on my things?” Alastor’s smile quirked, a challenge. Say you’re not mine. I dare you.

“I don’t see Husk or Niffty sleeping in there,” you said, a soft challenge rather than a direct one.

Alastor trailed a possessive hand from your navel to your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. “Husker and Niffty,” he said quietly. “Do not have my face. Do not mistake their situations for yours.”

“And what is my situation, exactly?” you asked.

Alastor gave a hiss of displeasure at being cornered like this, and you noted the sound. His hand still over your chest, he flexed his claws, the sharp ends pressure points in a pentacle over your heart. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

That was either deranged or romantic; you couldn’t quite decide which. “Because I look like you?”

“Because no-one else can be allowed to see my- our face. What we look like, in agony or ecstasy.” Alastor’s smile was steady, but his voice had a strained edge even at this low volume.

“That’s just for you, huh.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that if I felt like you had any intention of seeing my expressions yourself,” you said, your own quiet challenge. You liked Alastor well enough, but an eternity of celibacy was a tall ask.

Alastor laughed in your ear, the sound silvery, his slight chest trembling with mirth. “What would you propose we do?”

You mulled it over, comfortable in his embrace. Given Alastor’s reticence in sharing the bed, straight up propositioning him for sex probably wasn’t the correct route. “I have the bottle of aphrodisiac I took,” you said, careful not to mention Vox’s name. You’d wanted to have it as an option for your eventual hunts, but you had no idea what the suitable dosages might be. “I wanted to test it as a knockout drug. Help with that?” It was an lowball pitch, an objective besides sex and no obligation for him to perform.

“Surely you’re joking.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “I’m not about to be your test subject.”

“Of course not. You’re stronger than me. I’d be the test subject.” You intended the flattery, acknowledging Alastor’s strength, and caught a flicker of something like pride in his face.

“I suppose I could help with that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes betraying interest. “It might even be entertaining.”

Lucifer approached Alastor’s bedroom door with trepidation, and looked around. That Alastor might have been his inferior in terms of raw power, which the fight with Adam had proved, but he was a tricky one. He had been attending Charlie’s activity with his double, but who was to say there wasn’t a third or fourth Alastor in the hotel somewhere. Lucifer stared at a dark patch on the floor in front of the door for a second too long before realizing it was his own shadow.

Cracking his knuckles, Lucifer transformed himself into a tiny snake with a top hat, and slithered underneath Alastor’s door.

If Mr TV man wanted cameras and microphones all over Alastor’s room, the King of Hell would provide.

Despite your earlier bravery, nervousness was a tightness in your chest as you returned to Alastor’s room that night. Memories of your previous encounter swirled in your gut, and you reminded yourself that he hadn’t agreed to a repeat performance, at least not explicitly.

Alastor was already there, laying out a set of small brass scales on his table, picking the small weights from the velvet box with his talons and lining them up beside it. Wordlessly you stalked up beside him, placing the bottle onto the table and picking out a suitable thimble sized container from the box.

Ingested, or inhaled? Ingested, you decided- you had no idea if the stuff would rip up your airways. Balancing the scales, you measured out a few grams. Given that Vox had just left this laying around in his bedroom, you doubted such a small dose would be lethal, and if it knocked you out for the count, you trusted Alastor enough to put you to bed.

You removed your shoes and waistcoat, taking a seat before you swallowed the powder, clearing your mind and taking stock of your body.

The first wave of the drug’s effects hit immediately, and you were glad you’d been conservative with the dose. The warmth spread from your throat to your chest, leaving your nerve-endings buzzing in its wake as it spread.

Alastor watched, giving you a questioning tilt of the head.

You swallowed as sensation flooded your body, struggling to keep a clear head. “I’m going to run, now. Try and stop me.”

The hardest thing was turning away, not immediately offering yourself up for soft touches, skin against skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and offer to wrestle, but you had a good idea of where that would go. That in itself was a useful effect of the drug, but not enough. Someone who knew they were being hunted by you would have the wherewithal to at least try to run.

With your senses on fire, running was a strange sensation, each bound through Alastor’s ersatz swamp dimension feeling precarious, almost drunken. The air was thick and humid, and it almost felt as if it was pooling in your lungs, slowing you down. As requested, Alastor chased, a shadow in your peripheral vision, glimpses of him spurring you on. He didn’t run full tilt, as you were trying to do, but rather proceeded calmly through the bayou, moving closer with his shadow when your quick pace put him too far behind. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep running. Your arousal was evident to you now, your cock half-hard in your pants, your pulse almost tangible through your core, all the quicker for your physical exertion.

Alastor caught your forearm in his hand, and you stumbled, heart dropping in your chest. The drug was something similar to the rave drugs in the mortal world, making physical contact feel like affection, a little like falling in love, a little like a long night under the stars, backs against the ground.

“You’re not even struggling,” Alastor noted, quietly amused. “Do you think this dosage might suffice?”

“I can still run.”

“But you’re not running,” said Alastor. He trailed a hooked finger up your chest and underneath your cravat, pulling your head forward, his voice turning singsong. “You don’t want to run.”

It was true- you didn’t want to run. You wanted to lapse into something more carnal, pull him to the ground with you, but that wasn’t entirely the drug.

You did try to pull away then, but even his light touch felt inexorable. Alastor’s smile shifted, becoming less the surface level curve his face usually wore and more an expression of intense interest. You could feel the drug’s effects intensifying, your perceptions warping in a not entirely unpleasant way as Alastor pulled you to him. Heat in your face, heat in your loins. “Try to run,” he spoke into your ear, the touch of his breath on your skin making your hair stand on end. “Try to escape me.”

You did, some part of your mind still capable of resisting, and you twisted from his grasp, making it a few steps before he was on you again, this time pushing you to the ground.

You gasped into the dirt, your vision swimming.

“Would you like me to take notes?” Alastor asked, pinning you to the ground with one hand between your shoulderblades, the weight of his palm unnaturally heavy. “About how docile you are under the influence of this, how malleable?” He leaned in close, face beside yours. “How you become perfect, vulnerable prey?”

You moved without thinking, turning your head to kiss him. For a few seconds he returned the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, before his body tensed and he recoiled from you. You rolled to your side, watching confused as he stumbled back, scraping his tongue with his hand.

“Fuck,” hissed Alastor, and it occurred to you the maybe he’d gotten a secondary dose of the drug from your mouth.

“It’s not so bad,” you called to him.

“It’s all very well you saying that,” said Alastor, a little archly, his smile prim. “You volunteered to take this stuff.”

“And you got a fraction of what I did,” you said, keeping your tone coaxing. “We’ll both be fine.”

You crawled over to him, laying your head against his knee, and watched his face, the way his pupils dilated, ever so slightly, antlers larger than they had been a moment before.

“You’ve poisoned me,” he grumbled, but didn’t stop you as you climbed into his lap, or as you leaned in to kiss him again. His body gave a small tremor as your lips touched, and you looped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, his jaw, your skin feeling like white light where it touched his. “A good showing again, my double,” he said, his smile almost feral against your neck.

“I didn’t poison you on purpose.”

“You would say that,” said Alastor.

He pushed you from his lap and onto the soft ground of the faux bayou, on your hands and knees.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He pressed his hard cock against the back of your thigh, hot through the fabric, and you whimpered, rolling your hips back against him. With a quick and trembling hand he unhooked your suspenders, pulling down trousers and underwear, freeing his own cock with a susurrus of fabric and pushing himself between your thighs.

“Fuck.” You bit your lip, feeling the heat of him, the swell of him, the wetness at his tip as he found friction between your inner thighs. The drugs made his touch feel like love, made your cunt ache and your own cock further stiffen and weep. He pushed your shoulders down and you cried out into the dirt, arching your back as he reached around to grasp you.

“Still, can’t say I object too vehemently,” said Alastor, hand curling perfectly around your cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts. “It’s not so different to masturbation, after all.”

You groaned at the dual sensation, Alastor’s hand firm but steady round your shaft, and the heat of his cock as he fucked between your thighs. “Inside me.” You raised your face from the dirt to speak. “Alastor. Inside me, please.”

Alastor gave a thoughtful hum, but backed off just enough to let you angle and open yourself for him. With the similarity in your stature, it was easily done, and Alastor held himself still as you lined your entrance with his tip, and pushed back onto him. Your senses still heightened by the drugs, the feeling of him was exquisite, every inch of him a heady burn as he filled your cunt.

“That is-” he made a noise in his throat, one of unmistakable pleasure. “That is quite a convenient bit of anatomy, darling.”

That simple utterance was enough to bring a flush to your face, no matter that the man was already buried to the hilt in you. Darling. He had called you darling.

The whole week you had known him, he had called you his pretender, his impostor, his double and on a handful of occasions dear, in the same way that a doting grandparent might call a child, but darling was a different name entirely. Darling hit different when he was balls deep, antlers growing, palm curled around your cock and about to fuck you. Some of it was bound to be your altered mental state, of course, but not entirely. Did he care for you? Did you care for him in the same way? You whimpered, soft animal noises as he began to move inside you.

Perhaps sensing your emotional state, or perhaps from sentiment on his own part, Alastor’s movement was slow, each thrust a burning stretch on your cunt that left you able to do little more than gasp into the dirt as he bottomed out, balls resting against your labia.

“Darling,” he breathed into your shoulder at one such nadir, and the amused exhalation he gave afterwards told you that he could tell exactly the effect that word had on you. With a startle you realized that he had become bigger than he was, not just his cock but the entirety of his body, his torso longer, his arms longer, even his fingers curled around your cock. “You asked for this, remember that.”

“Darling,” you returned, heart in your throat, hoping that he could feel what you felt, and his response was a deep, animal rumble, from inside his inhuman chest as he hunched around your smaller body. It was only one word, one term of endearment, but perhaps it was enough. He fucked you then, not with abandon but control, the control of a man used to inflicting sensation in an exacting and precise manner. Each thrust felt like a descent into madness, bringing tears to your eyes, making your hips quiver as you tried to move against him, but Alastor held your waist with one clawed hand. You came more quickly than you wanted, spilling onto his fingers and the dirt beneath you, and he fucked you through it, the stretch of him enough to make you twitch all by itself.

“Should I finish inside you?” he asked, a tight, trembling edge to his voice, and you realized that his usual playful repartee had been missing all the time he had been fucking you, that this whole time he had been hanging on for sheer life, holding himself from his own orgasm.

“Please,” you whimpered into the dirt, and your suspicions here confirmed as you felt the first hot pulse of his cum inside you almost immediately, a noise from him very similar to the one you had been making, something between an animal cry and the moan of a poorly soldered capacitor.

You felt Alastor collapse against your back, face buried in your neck. He gave a soft gasp, a barely audible fuck, and you pressed yourself against him as he emptied himself into you, pulse after pulse, until his body was the normal size again and his cum ran in thick rivulets down your thighs.

The notification pinged in Vox’s peripheral vision as he was halfway through the quarterly board meeting- new camera feeds now online- and the thought of it made his mouth go dry. He didn’t have much to do here other than closing remarks, and Voxtek’s CTO was deep into explaining some shit that Vox already knew, so what was the harm in it? Just a little peek. To check the system was working. He’d probably just see Alastor reading a book or some archaic fuckin’ thing.

Valentino never attended these things. Velvette did, but rarely, her face stuck in her phone until a particular item on the agenda caught her interest.

The other two did their bit in their respective arenas, but really, Vox was the one holding it all together. The board didn't need him today though. Vox eyed Baxter wearily, watching his chief engineer go through a presentation he'd seen three times before. Really, why shouldn’t he check the camera feeds?

Making sure that none of the feed was displayed on his face, Vox switched to the first of the cameras, and catching a glimpse of movement, switched feeds to one of the cameras in the bayou.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Alastor hunched over his lookalike, both of them with pants around their knees. Going at it, Alastor's eyes like radio dials, his body elongating as the both of you moved together. Fuck. This shit was live. Vox stifled a groan, then glanced around the boardroom, hoping that no-one had caught his reaction.

Oh, fucking fuck. Vox drew in breath, trying to compose himself.

“Sir, are you okay?” Baxter stopped mid presentation, looking at Vox with an expression of concern.

“I, uh, need to make a call real quick,” he said, and the board gave him confused looks as he stood, picking up his laptop and holding it in front of him to hide the tent in his pants. Live radio demon fucking continued overlaid over the board’s stares, screen-in-screen. “Carry on as you were.”

His cock now too hard for him to walk away with any dignity whatsoever, Vox called on his magic to zap himself out of there and back to the relative privacy of his control room. “Fu-uck,” breathed Vox as he stumbled forward to the control panel, watching with wide-eyed disbelief as he broadcast the scene to the big screen, piping in the audio, the breathing and the whimpering as well as the wet visceral sounds of sex. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He licked his lips, hand at his fly, transfixed by the sight. “That's some good fucking shit.”

Lucifer had fulfilled his end of the bargain and then some. Val and Velvette would have questions as to why they were suddenly giving loads of free shit to Lucifer's daughter, but he could handle that.

Right now, Vox was going to sit down and watch the Radio Demon fuck himself. The board meeting could fucking wait.

#alastor x you #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #vox x reader #vox #vox x alastor #hazbin x reader #antlerplay

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paladinbaby · 2 months

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can’t call you a stranger, but can’t call you up

14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, doc luben / the power unbound, freya marske; photo my own / biotherm (for bill berkson), frank o’hara / georgia, phoebe bridgers / joy is not promised to you, hanif abdurraqib interviewed by ruth awad / wolf or-7, natalie diaz / i’m not speaking first, hala alyan / owl and pussycat some years later, margaret atwood / the dogs i have kissed, trista mateer / i had a dream about you, richard siken

[Image Description: Ten images of text.

1: “The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?”

2: A square photo of the sky at sunset. There are dark trees along the bottom edge. The sky is blue but is mostly covered in clouds. Text in the top left corner reads “The past had a heavy fist around his heart. What he was wait-ing for was for it to physically hurt.” The text is a split up photo of a printed line.

3: “the moon is rising / I am always thinking of the moon rising / I am always thinking of you”

4: Black text on a blue background. “Will you have me / Or watch me fall? / If I fix you / Will you hate me?”

5: “I think what I value most are people who love me enough to be angry at me then come back and still love me. People who are patient with me when they have no right to be. People who know me well enough to know that I am a collage of failures with some really good intentions.”

6: “I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?” Bite and touch are written in italics. The whole line is highlighted in red.

7: “I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologise for it. Please don’t tell.”

8: “Anything can become a saint if you pray to it enough -”

9: A photo of a poem written out in a lined notebook, the spiral binding is visible on the right edge of the image. The first line is in block capitals. “I Swear Somewhere This Works

In a parallel universe or another world / or a different life

we sit across from each other

at the kitchen table

and go over / the grocery / list.”

10: “In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.” End ID.]

#litstack #web weaving #richard siken #hanif abdurraqib #power unbound #freya marske #frank o’hara #natalie diaz #pheobe bridgers #personal #c: lost township #onion

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fremulon · 9 months

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things i said in the aftermath of the leak incident, rated by ultimate accuracy

10/10. this is almost ridiculous levels of Not Leaping to Conclusions

5/10. I admit that I now see the reason for the anger given the context but the context was not It Was Fake.

0/10. None of the things I was Really Afraid Of, thank god.

2/10. Giving myself the points because it genuinely looked like we might be going there at the start of that scene with Metatron.

1/10. Giving the 1 point because there are reciprocal asks but no more than that because uh. kind of they did

8/10. He DID go for broke it's just the thing he really killed with was the speech beforehand

100/10. my guy. say Less

10/10 everything should always be blamed on bezos

7/10 this was a followup to saying it was Schrodinger's Canon and while in one way I was correct, I was not correct about just how angry the pussycat would be

-100000/10. i said this as a funny joke. WHOOPS

10/10. still what it's About

#good omens #gos2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers #gos2 leak #i am gonna regret posting this aren't i. oh well

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cogcltrcorn · 8 months

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adding don't cha by the pussycat dolls into the biblically accurate stewy hosseini playlist and also mentally on the list of songs that make rava irrationally angry

#succession #stewy hosseini #kendall roy #kenstewy

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maochira · 8 months

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MAO!

since kaiser is VERY kitty coded - can i request a scenario of the german boys (+ noel noa and your ocs, if you want) finding out kaiser somehow became a cat overnight, please?

(bonus if it's during the nel and they try to not let the bllk boys find out)

Kaiser is so meow meow

-Kaiser wakes up and screams so Ness is woken up by a high-pitched cat scream

-it takes him a moment to realize it's Kaiser, and when he does he picks Kaiser up and wants to cuddle him

-Kaiser is NOT a fan of that so he jumps out of Ness' arms. He's stupid and lands on his side instead of on his paws

-Ness starts wondering how he's gonna explain this to everyone else. Especially because they have a match the next day so this is gonna be an issue if Kaiser doesn't return to his normal self

-Ness leaves Kaiser alone in his room and tells Grim and Gesner about it. They obviously don't believe him so he brings them to his room

-insert Gesner making 102847282939 pussy jokes about Kaiser

-Gesner would call Kaiser Muschikatze (German version of pussycat)

-Kaiser can't say anything so all they hear from him are a lot of angry meows

-Gesner tells the rest of the German boys and Noa, they now try to figure out what to do together

-Ness is still trying to cuddle Kaiser, so at some point he just gives in and ends up enjoying it. He doesn't want to admit it but then he starts purring

-and then everyone else wants to pet him as well

-Kaiser also bites Gesner's hand at some point

-Gesner screams so loud Satoshi hears it and walks to the room

-usually, Satoshi it's hard to make Satoshi laugh but when he sees cat-Kaider he breaks out in laughter so hard his stomach hurts and he lays on the floor

-everybody tells him to not tell any of the Blue Lock guys about what's going on, but Satoshi still tells Isagi just out of spite towards Kaiser

-oh also, Noa lost the last bit of his sanity on that day

#💟 maochira writes #blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #noel noa #alexis ness #michael kaiser #erik gesner #benedict grim #💟 tsuyosa twins #blue lock oc #bllk oc

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no-see-um-incorrect · 6 months

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My exact thoughts while watching the summit

Without context

Spoilers obviously ⚠️

-What is it with Asher and losing his shoes?

-David&Milo giving me big brother vibes rn

-“Jesus Christ hold still I’ll grab you one of mine” something about this line made my heart do a little flip

-Vincent honey you’re doing your best and the best you can do is good enough ❤️

-got ghosted by daddy again!?!?

-The music 💀 Vincent I dare you

-why can’t these to get married already? 🙄

-ngl I thought he was about to propose

-a CROWN! Omfg i’m gonna start crying

-“beautiful” OK. there it is. I guess I’m crying now

-samsamsamsamsam

-Love kissing my cowboy 🥰

-me at every Thanksgiving dinner ever

-how could the house be on fire? Asher is not even there yet

-me at Thanksgiving Pt2

-I am so gay for this Southern Man

-“butter pecan what else” OOOOO! That sounds good. I could fuck with that

-HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP LIKE THAT!

-“it’ll be our reward for making it through this in one piece” remember what happens when you assume Sam

-Vincent handled this so well

-Porter Absolute asshole..PORTER YOU FUCKER!

-gaslight gatekeep Girlboss-porter solaire

-“actually, the circumstances of my birth well unfortunate were perfectly legitimate” I can’t with this man. (this is something I would say)

-am I the only one who didn’t know that people just have meetings at fancy parties like this? and it’s like completely normal?

-so they have racist tendencies but they’re not racist…. yeah that tracks.

-why did I not think there was gonna be food at this party?

-Asher and Milo 🤣(also poor Vincent)

-Asher what did you do?!???

-Alexander and Christopher Bennett….why do I feel like these two are gonna be important

-last time I heard someone say that it ended up being a funeral

-oh Christopher is just a dick

-Who would’ve guessed the dick and the Ass are buddy buddy fan fucking tastic

-you did not just diss my boys eyeliner

-Alexis? already? I was not expecting her appearance to be this early

-oh. Oh she’s exactly like I expected her to be. Oh oh, I don’t think I could hate being right more than I do in this exact moment

-I Am gunna fuck her up

-and YOU have never fought ME Stay in your lane pussycat before you get hurt

-“you should hope you never do” this is probably foreshadowing

-you child!?!?? Grow up!?!???! Has she met her self !??

-let’s just completely forget what you did to Sam because that surely wasn’t very “adult” of you Alexis

-“because I wanted him” she is asking for it. *Googles how much a hitman costs*

-“fixed him” out of everything she said why does this line hit worse than all the others?

-given my track record I probably would have met him even if he was a Dilf healer

-oh the feeling is more than mutual honey

-oh she’s a Cunt. I hate her. I hate her so so much.

-PORTER THANK FUCK

-burn her Porter RECK HER

-“apologize to Sam yet” the enemy to the enemy is my friend

-“as if I have a gag reflex” (i’m dead)

-also. go choke on a dick Alexis

-thanks for checking in I was just about to commit a homicide

-hold on she’s only half a century old! I CAN TAKE HER (talking all that shit and she can’t even back it up)

-A blend of self-assured and insecure (sounds like high school ngl)

-🎼everyone thinks that were perfect🎼Please don’t let them look through the curtain🎼

-SAM! Hubby come help me before I commit multiple crimes

-“my mate” never get old damn🥰

-how did I not know that vampires could track people?

- “are you-” gonna go help my husband that’s what I’m doing adios Captain Jack sparbitch

-I know this guy isn’t saying anything wrong directly but I feel like this conversation is wrong in someway (it very well could be the autism)

-FUCK QUINN

-honestly. Willy same

-can’t excuse the Alexis part though

-pretty please tell me that that line isn’t foreshadowing

-Sammy angry (pop off boy it’s hot 😍)

-“if there’s any shred of you left that still remembers caring about me” OH FUCK THAT LINE OHHH FUCK

-The waiver in his voice. I can’t i’m barely holding it together

-“roll around with dogs” i’m about to cuss this hoe out

-hey only Sam is allowed to call me that!

-ash has the same culinary standards as me (the quiz was right)

-Porter where the fuck did you come from?

-did Sam teach you that?

-Asher and Milo is me and my sister fr

-OoOooO say yo name again Milo. it made my brain happy

-Damn straight. One of the best in the department💅

-how did he know?!

-Asher honey. shut up

-why can’t anybody else hear us? All these vampires are as old as dirt they probably can hear a pin drop of mile away

-Little bear? WHO?

-Seriously what is with these meetings

- sweetheart is Batman confirmed?!?!??

Part two tomorrow because this is TOOOOO LONG

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted monarchal summit

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deusvervewrites · 6 months

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Seiai Academy: so, Hosu just straight up either doesn't happen, or if it does, Tenya isn't there, so Stain would get away most likely.

Also, would Ketsubutsu and Seiai do joint training from time to time?

Thought I had, Blackwhip probably wouldn't be the first legacy quirk Midoriya unlocks. I can't see Mido getting angry enough without Monoma and in a much more supportive school, so I feel like Float or Danger Sense would be the first.

The Summer Camp attack wouldn't happen, but I could see Seiai possibly contacting The Wild Wild Pussycats and set up a similar training camp to canon's, just without any LoV attacks because the LoV has no reason.

Also, how does the MLA get shut down here, or do they play an Actual Role in this, instead of just being convenient villainous cannon-fodder?

And you know what I can see happening? Star and Stripe seeing All Might guest lecture various hero schools, and decides that's a great idea, and contacts All Might, who is going to be guest speaking at Seiai soon, and decides that S&S is a perfect role model for these fine young women and invites her along. On the way they happen to run into Inko, who was visiting her daughter, and, well, we all know what happens from there.

Hosu is unlikely to happen at all. While Tensei getting taken down by Stain isn't affected by this AU, the League never attacking the USJ means they have no reason to try and get better recruits, so they don't meet Stain, so they don't unleash the Noumu. And as mentioned elsewhere in this AU, Tenya would struggle to run off to fight Stain without, like, straight up running away from home.

Ketsubutsu and Seiai doing joint training makes sense. Actually, it makes sense for all of the smaller schools to collaborate this way more often than UA would because it's an efficient way to get different experiences.

Now there's an idea. Midoriya being in a different headspace at Seiai at that time resulting in a different Quirk activating.

I did mention the idea of Seiai using field trips to get different environment training

I don't really know what I'd do with the MLA here. Though if the League are struggling to make headway, then the MLA might go ahead with their own plans since there's no competition...

Okay normally I don't respond to the 'And Then CathInko' asks because I feel like pure shipping posts might distract from the main point of the AU (see also the mice from Little Mouse) but Cathleen showing up to talk at an all-girls Hero School where her master's pupil is makes a lot of sense.

#asks #seiai academy au

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Hit The Jackpot || Dabi x fem!reader

Part 1 : First Encounter

A/n : I’ve had this idea in mind for a long time 🌯 Please let me know if there is any mistakes or thing that can be improved. Again I'm french so English isn't my first language 🍡🥤 Also my requests are open as always so let me know if you have any ideas 🥕

Part 2 : The Spark That Lights The Fire 🔥

Part 3 : Welcome Back 🔥

Masterlist ⚜

Warning : This is the FIRST part, there will be a SECOND part next week I think. She’s not a villain yet

Summary : What if you got kidnapped by the lov but you were crazier than them

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Song suggested : Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez

Words count : 1261

Everything was fine today though, the sun was shining high in the sky and you were with your classmates. You had arrived at the Forest Training Camp the day before so you could progress in the use of your quirks with the help of the Wild Wild Pussycats. You were all pretty serene, because the address of the camp had been kept secret because of the Vangard Action Squad attack last month. Besides, you had Aizawa sensei and Kan sensei to protect you, what could go wrong ?

However, as you were doing a courage exercise in the forest, you felt the tension rising. Then you looked at your classmates, Shoto and Katsuki - with whom you had made good friends - who were not very reassured either. It was the first time you saw them like that

But you were not afraid, you were excited by the tension. You were even hoping for an attack to be able to test your new fighting techniques. That's why Katsuki liked you – as a friend ( you naughty little sausage / j ). Even if you were kind of an outcast your classmates really liked you. Well they less liked you if they had to train with you because you were a completely new person when you had to fight. You became violent, bloodthirsty and sought the sweet adrenaline of danger. You were one of the most reckless students of the class – even Izuku couldn’t measure up to you there - and that's part of the reason why the teachers put you with two teammates, just in case things went wrong... and yet they had no idea what would happen

Indeed, the Vangard Action Squad attacked the camp and while they were desperately trying to capture Katsuki, you got noticed not because of your technique like you wished to because Katsuki and Shoto were much more skilled than you, no you threw yourself on the villains without even thinking before and that's what made them change their plan. They felt in you the angry and violent temperament that matches the one of a potential villain

And so it was like that, being reckless, that you found yourself trapped in one of Mr. Compress's marbles and soon made your way to the hideout of what is now called the League of Villains

Of course Shigaraki wasn't too happy about this change of plan, but when he saw how hard you were fighting on the way in he calmed down

Sitting there on a chair tied with too many chains in proportion to your size but just right for your strength. In fact, your quirk allowed you to acquire the quirks of the people you touched if they gave you their consent ( wah it took me too long to find lmao, but don't worry it will be useful later )

Anyway, they started to talk to you in order to make you take sides with them, to become a villain like them, but you didn't listen to them. For the simple reason that you already had a preconceived idea of what you wanted to become. If we start from the root, your parents forced you to study at the school of heroes. You didn't like to follow the code, you did what you wanted to do, depending on your mood. If you wanted to do good, you did it, and if you wanted to do bad, if it made you laugh, you did it too.

While they were talking to you, Toga had pointed her knife at you with a threatening look, you laughed at her, which of course delighted the girl who saw that you were not afraid of her like the other morons of your age. She left seconds after squeaking that she found someone she's sure she'd be friends with

It was Shigaraki's turn to try to enroll you by putting three fingers on the back of your neck to put pressure on you, but you moved your head back to his hand, as always blind to the danger. He almost jumped back, bringing his hand back towards him, almost afraid to reduce his new potential and promising recruit to dust

And that's when Toga came back accompanied by Dabi who came rather reluctantly just at the moment of seeing you tempting the devil and pulling your head back towards the hand of Shigaraki. If he didn't have so much self-control he would have his mouth wide open and his eyes haggard. But if you looked at him closely you would see that his eyes were a little more open than usual

Your eyes were fixed on him as if you had just seen a shooting star ( that's the 1st time we compared him to that ). His azure eyes meeting your wild look thrilled by the adrenaline it was giving you

"The heck ?!?" he thought

"Since when do they have lunatics committed to UA ?" he scoffed quizzically as he looked at his boss, but he said far less than he thought. He was intrigued by you and secretly hoped you would decide to join them so he could see you in action on the battlefield

Still staring at him you singsung "My brain is scattered. You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter"

If someone wasn't looking at you it changed very quickly, because all heads wiped towards you, most of them wide eyed. Nobody dared to disrespect Dabi, heck you really were crazy

The villain involved chuckled darkly, he liked your ardor but that laugh he let out sounded more like a growl and a warning than a proof of amusement

Finally Spinner broke the silence "What the hell does all this mean ?"

"I'm in, it's going to be fun" you replied, once again they all looked at you with wide eyes

"Just like that ? No no. You better not take us for fucking idiots or else you'll-" Shigaraki was interrupted by your voice, much more serious now

"Jeez big guy like I said it's going to be fun so I'm in. I have no reason to betray you and I don't care what the consequences might be so well, it's either you trust me or you get rid of me right now"

Toga squeaked once "Ooooh please don't kill her she's sooo funnn I'll watch her I swear-"

"I don't think this task will be granted to you. I was thinking more of someone she couldn't kill if she felt like it" Shigaraki stopped her in her tracks, Shigaraki who by the way had no knowledge - like the others - of the quirk you were endowed with

As in a tennis game, all the heads including Toga’s turned to the young black haired man leaning against the wall. Dabi scoffed "I'm not a babysitter for brats" though he was thrilled thinking about all the things that'll happen with you during missions

He was royally ignored by Shigaraki, who asked for you to be taken out of the room so he could explain the plan he had in case the heroes came to save you

Because yes your friends and teachers were doing everything to find you but unfortunately in this universe they will not find you as quickly as they found Bakugo. And unlike him you were not made to become a hero, far from it

And like Alice in the Wonderland you fell into the rabbit hole, you fell hard and never tried nor wanted to get out of it

A/n : I love making my crazy idea coming true ! As I said it’s only the first part 🥰 I hope you guys liked it ! 🛍👑 Again my requests are open 🪁🥏

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl

#my hero academia #mha #mha fics #mha spoilers #boku no hero academia #bnha fics #bnha #dabi mha #dabi bnha #dabi #dabi fluff #dabi x reader #dabi x reader fluff #league of villains #league of villians x reader #toya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x reader #miri-writes

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hilarychuff · 8 months

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josie and the pussycats in my asoiaf au graphic series

Sansa dreams big. She can’t help it. She always has, always lets her romantic imagination run away with her. Whether it’s about a boy or about her band, she can be single-minded in her focus, pouring her all into a song and hustling to perform it in front of as many people as she can get to let her. It’s always been who she is, always been what she’s done, but it’s so much better now that she’s got the rest of The Direwolves. Growing up, she and Arya hadn’t always seen eye to eye on things (OK, that was pretty much the understatement of the century, they’d practically never seen eye to eye on anything), but these days things are different. Time and common enemies and shared heartbreaks have brought them together, a fierce and unwavering loyalty forged between them in the few years since their dad died. After nearly a decade of being one of the things that came between them, music finally bonded them together, too, and Sansa has discovered that she likes being part of a girl group more than she’d ever enjoyed being a singer-songwriter on her own. Plus, Arya’s taste for angry alt and punk rock complements Sansa’s pop sensibilities just fine these days instead of clashing with them, and it’s been fun and freeing to let her sister show her how to shake off her good girl image and just get mad. She’d already started dreaming of them touring, traveling the world together, playing sold out shows in all kinds of countries, and so it had only felt right when Robb decided it was his responsibility to be their manager. Who else would do a better job of fighting for them, after all? Do the heavy lifting of calling venues and booking gigs and negotiating fees? She hadn’t expected him to insist that his girlfriend join their group — she hadn’t expected him to have a girlfriend at all, but it seemed in the same moment Robb determined he needed a new career, he’d also decided he was ready for his first serious relationship. Sansa and Arya had only barely met Jeyne Westerling before Robb had informed them she would become the third part of their trio, but now she was as good as their sister, too. She was incredible at the drums, a blast to watch on stage, and she was always able to help them just have fun when they performed, always able to keep the peace when the sisters occasionally still butted heads. Plus, she’s the best at delivering subtle little digs at Theon’s expense, innocuous little one liners he can never quite decide are mocking instead of earnest. Still, making it big is taking… well, a little longer than Sansa had hoped. She’s happy to put in the work, however much it takes, but it’s getting hard to feel grateful for bowling alley gigs that cost them almost as much as they make. And while Sansa learned to stop blindly idolizing Margaery Tyrell years ago, it still stings to hear her and her cousins mock their music, their outfits, the furry ears and tails Sansa and Jeyne spent hours hand-crafting for their shows. So even though it feels too good to be true when Petyr Baelish appears out of nowhere to offer them a record deal, Sansa can’t help but jump at the opportunity. She wants it, after all. She wants to be the next big thing, wants to be able to play her music for the world, and Mr. Baelish says he can make that happen if they just move fast. He has to find the next Du Rocher after the band made up of blond Lannister heartthrobs disappeared in that tragic plane crash, and if it’s not going to be The Direwolves, he’s going to find someone else. So when Mr. Baelish tells them he’s got a limo waiting for them just as soon as they sign their contract, all they really ask is, “Where’s the pen?” It helps that he lets them bring everyone along with them. It’s not just her and Arya and Jeyne, it’s also Robb as their amateur manager and Theon as his fake assistant and Jon as her pretend guitar tech, all of them on a private jet as Mr. Baelish flies them out to New York City. If she’s honest with herself, Sansa has to admit that Jon is the most exciting addition. She’s been crushing on him for — god, it feels like forever now, but she’s not sure he’s ever seen her as anything other than his best friend’s little sister. Even if he had, his self-image always used to be way too low for him to even think about asking anyone out. Romance had been entirely off the table as he focused on music of his own. Sansa’s been determined to change that this past year, though, dedicated to building his confidence back up, and now if she could just get him to see her in a new light, she’s sure he’ll finally realize that they’re supposed to be together. Heading out to the big city, standing center stage seems like the perfect way to do that. She’ll happily put up with Theon tagging along if that means Jon gets to come with them, too. (Arya, however, is less forgiving. “You know what? I still don’t understand why you’re here,” she tells him point blank. “I’m here because I’m the only one who could pull off Missi Pyle’s skunk stripe from the movie,” he quips back.) Only, things start to get a little weird as soon as their flight touches down. Suddenly, their music alone isn’t enough, and the three of them are undergoing various makeovers big and small. They’ve got a whole new wardrobe picked out for them, clothing assigned not just for video shoots and performances but for parties, too. Their songs are all run through some fancy technology so the Megasound 8000 can make them perfectly produced, and Petyr’s even insisted on changing their name. They’re not The Direwolves anymore. Now, they’re Sansa and the Direwolves, and that’s how they’re being introduced to the industry at record company president Cersei’s palatial apartment. Petyr says it’s what they have to do if they want to be successful, though, and given that he already got their first single to the top of the charts, made their faces so well-known that Sansa and Jon couldn’t even sneak off to the aquarium without getting mobbed, Sansa figures he knows what he’s talking about. Hell, even Margaery and her cousins had shown up at their hotel door, insisting that they’d been converted into Sansa and the Direwolves’ biggest fans. Plus, it’s not that big of a deal. She is the lead singer of the band, isn’t she? She’s the one who writes all of the songs. She was the only one taking it seriously in the first place, dreaming of something bigger than bowling alleys back home in Winterfell. If Arya and Jeyne aren’t on board, if they can’t see that this is the only way forward, that’s their problem, because they’re the ones glomming onto her talent and her success in the first place. And then she literally stumbles onto the realization that something isn’t just weird — something is wrong. When she trips, falls, and smashes her CD player while strutting around the city, Sansa discovers that Mr. Baelish — Cersei — has been putting hidden messages in the demos the label’s been giving her. They’ve been driving Sansa and her bandmates apart, setting the stage for her to go solo, trying to brainwash her into being the perfect little performer while limiting their liabilities down to just one person. When she drags Robb and Theon with her to the studio to investigate further, she discovers it’s even bigger than that. They’re not just trying to brainwash her. They’re trying to brainwash everyone, using The Direwolves’ music to do it, all so they can sell clothing and makeup and music and sodas and sneakers and anything else they can possibly think of. Sansa knows she can’t go through with the big stadium concert they have planned for her, knows she has to put a stop to Petyr and Cersei’s plans — but when it turns out they’re not just trying to kick Arya and Jeyne out of the band, they’re holding them hostage to ensure Sansa’s cooperation, things get a lot more complicated. Somehow, she’s going to have to save them, get them to forgive her, take down a major record label and expose Cersei for the power-hungry criminal she is. She can’t do it alone, though. Thankfully, she won’t have to. At the last minute, Du Rocher reveals they didn’t die in that plane crash. They may be a little worse for wear after they managed to land the plan in the middle of a Dornish heavy rock concert, all but one of them bundled up in near full-body casts, but little Tommen had been the one left mostly untouched (“And I thank the seven everyday that my sister taught me the words to ‘Enter, Red Viper,’” he’d told them), and he’s been trying to warn Sansa and her sisters all along. With the distraction Du Rocher’s appearance provides, Sansa manages to free Arya and Jeyne, and together they’re able to take on the record execs, smash the Megasound 8000, and even get Cersei and Petyr arrested thanks to another surprise appearance from the United States government, one so impressive it prompts Robb to consider joining the army. In the end, there’s nothing left for Sansa and Arya and Jeyne to do but take the stage, pick up their instruments, and find out if any of it can ever actually be real. If people might actually like them, their music, what they have to say. And maybe, just maybe, Sansa can get the guy, too.

ft. sansa as josie, arya as valerie, jeyne westerling as melody, jon as alan m., robb as alexander, theon as alexandra, littlefinger as wyatt, cersei as fiona, and the lannister boys as du jour

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brsb4hls · 6 months

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Ok, making my own post on the two 'big ships' cause manners.

Sylki-Lokius:

Sylki first: why does Sylvie treat Loki the way she does? Gee, Idk, maybe because he was a giant pain in her ass from the beginning?

He helped the tva to hunt her down, messed up her first shot at getting to the timekeepers, landed them on Lamentis and broke the temppad. So if they died on Lamentis it would have been 100% on Loki.

Sylvie still forgives him for that and starts to built an emotional bond.

In the void she asks him flat out if he'd betray her in the end. He says he wont and suggests building a life together. Then he betrays her in the end. So she gets him out of the way (while most likely being heartbroken about it. Here she was, trusting for the first time in her life and for what).

It's spelled out in the show, no other way of interpreting that really.

Sylvie then tries to built a life on her own and Loki shows up in full time cop uniform.

She still helps him.

He mentions Kang variants as a threat.

When she goes to kill the first variant that shows up (Timely), because they're supposed to become a threat, duh! Loki stops her.

She cannot do right, no matter what.

Different perspectives and different goals and broken trust do not make a healthy relationship of course, but an interesting dynamic. And Sylvie's actions are very easy to understand from her point of view. She's not just an angry, irrational fury, she actually has a point, multiple points even.

As for Loki, his actions are also understandable, since due to his different upbringing, he sees the bigger picture. She can't from her position.

Loki is still emotionally fixated on Sylvie, because contrary to popular believe she was the one to make him care first (in the show, we know he cared about others from the movies but well)

"Her name is Sylvie and she needs me" Loki was so proud to be needed, to get to fight for somebody. He wanted to figure out life with her. He "just wanted her to be ok".

So she triggered his character devolopment first.

Now Lokius.

First off, Mobius isn't even Mobius. People seem to forget that. He is a variant of some dude who got brainwashed. Before he should built any relationship he should maybe work on that.

Secondly, he had zero respect for Loki (as a human being, not in the authority way). He called him a pussycat and a cockroach and emotionally manipulated him, because he was pissed, that Loki tried to get out of the tva (which held him captive) to follow Sylvie.

They do built a friendship, but Mobius still does not take Loki seriously. Reminder that Loki is a god and even without magic extremely strong. He took a beating from the Hulk and basically shook it off. He should be able to break Mobius like a twig. So actually there's a massive power imbalance that Mobius tries to play down constantly.

And Loki for some reason goes along with that, but that's not healthy.

The only time Loki retaliated, was the cracker jack scene. Mobius basically called him a dumb brute, while trying to appear intellectually superior (which is bullshit to anyone who's seen Thor 1. Loki is the one with the tactical, cerebral approach, thank you very much). Loki in return mocks Mobius, because he doesn't even notice the crumbs on his chin. Interesting scene and not cute at all.

Mobius also doesn't just let Loki use his magic the way he likes, he tries to controll it and waponize it, uses Loki as a tool to get people out of the way.

He also uses Loki to torture Brad. Very healthy dynamic indeed.

They still like each other and clearly consider each other friends, no doubt about that, but it's not the wholesome relationship people make it out to be.

(As for the dying for eachother thing: it was necessary for the mission. Not specifically about Loki. He knew what was going on and possibly how to fix it, so Mobius had to stabilize him to keep him as an asset. And yes, as a friend, but it's not dramatic romance here.

The talking to eachother part, well duh. They work together, are they supposed to just stare at the walls in silence?

Loki also talked to Sylvie on Lamentis, because they spent time together there and had an emotional conversation about his mother. If you spend time with people, you talk to them.

While I do prefer Sylki, since to me it's the more interesting dynamic, at this point I just want Loki to be fucking powerful again for once, so Mobius reflects himself a bit maybe.

That would be great.

#loki #loki disney+#loki series #I'll tag this correctly #anti lokius #sylvie #mobius m mobius #sylki

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nutzgunray-lvt · 7 months

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Something else that I think was underutilized in story was the UA Traitor.

It started off peomising enough with the breach in UA's security and the USJ attack. IIRC, Mic is the first to bring up that only someone from UA could have both gotten past the security measures and leaked All Might's schedule to the LoV, and the idea is entertained to an extent.

The Forest Training Camp attack is where it falls apart for me.

At this point, the fact that there's a spy at UA can not be ignored. Only UA and the Wild Wild Pussycats were aware of the location of the summer training 1A was going through, and Mic brings this up in the meeting. Is he listened to? No. He just gets the riot act read on him about how this will only breed mistrust amongst the faculty and student body and asked "wHy DoN't YoU pRoVe YoU'rE nOt ThE tRaItOr??"

Nedzu does turn UA into a boarding school to help consolidate information and make the investigation easier... but not once do we see any real investigating being done. We do see a scene in the anime where All Might and Nedzu say they don't believe any of the students are the traitor (ironic in hindsight), but that's essentially it.

What's more, there's no moves made by the traitor until right before the Final War.

I don't mind that the reveal happened at the end, but I thought there would be more red herrings, more incidents that would open the faculty's eyes that this couldn't be ignored.

What's more, how did the other teachers react to the traitor reveal?

Did Mic feel vindicated that he had been proven right but angry that he wasn't listened to? Did he agree with Aizawa deciding not to expel them, despite the danger everyone was put in?

How did Nedzu and All Might feel about being proven wrong in that none of the students were the traitor?

Did the teachers realize that they should have listened to Mic?

#mha critical #ua staff critical #present mic deserves better #present mic was right #horikoshi critical

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gentrychild · 2 years

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AU where someone notices Aizawa is avoiding dealing with his students issues

1 - Midnight is the one who notices it after she punishes Mineta for improper conduct with the girls in the class. Honestly, she had it in for him since the Sport Festival and what it did to Momo, because it wasn't only humiliating for her: it was humiliating on live television. She asks for Aizawa to back her up so they can end this kind of behavior for good. He promises to take care of it but the next day, same behavior, the same thing happens. Midnight asks Mineta if he didn't have a talk with Aizawa about this and Mineta reveals that while Aizawa did tell him to stop, nothing else was done. Midnight has a hour long conversation with Mineta about how this behavior is not okay, warns him that at the next accident, she is going to write something in his file, and sends him to the counselor so he can work on himself.

2 - She is pretty miffed that Aizawa did what she sees as the bare minimum to correct a problem that was affecting all the girls in his class and complains about it to Mic, asking him if he thinks she should have a conversation with him. Mic points out that she needs to check if what Mineta said is true but yes, she should talk to Aizawa. However, he reminds her that she has the most experience teaching out of the three of them while Aizawa is more used to expel his students so he might know how to solve conflicts without using the nuclear option and that Midnight should teach him and not accuse him.

3 - Midnight and Aizawa have a conversation. Aizawa is not happy that she is interfering in what's happening in his class but she is his friend (no matter what he tells himself), and wants what's best for his students and him, so he understands. He tells her he will make an effort but not to forget that they have different teaching methods. Midnight completely understands... right until she sees Bakugou almost taking Midoriya's off with an explosion. And no one seems to find that abnormal.

4 - At this point, Midnight is starting to get tired of the whole thing and investigates. Yes, Bakugou being violent with Midoriya is apparently usual. He looks very stunned when she gives him detention for it. Then, she learns about how Midoriya learned to stop breaking his bones thanks to a hero that took him on an internship while his homeroom teacher's help was just telling him to figure it out. She also keeps an eye on Todoroki, who was "Yep, I am going to risk frostbites so just I don't use half of my quirk" until the Sport Festival. She goes back to Aizawa and asks him to do something and to please, keep an eye on his students. He says yes. Again, nothing is done. She insists a little bit more. Aizawa, who is on three hours of sleep, gets slightly fed up with what he perceives as micromanaging, reminds her that he is those kids' homeroom teacher and that if she things he is doing a bad job, she is free to report him to Nedzu.

5 - Midnight reaches her breaking point at the final exam arc, when she sees Bakugou and Midoriya having to fight All Might for the canon reason. She marches into Nedzu's office and says she will refuse teaching in UA any longer if something isn't done and if anyone asks her why, be they teacher, parent or journalist, she will tell them that it's because she feels that UA isn't offering same learning conditions to the students. Nedzu, who knows that Midnight isn't the type to get angry for nothing, let alone angry at all, asks her what is happening. She tells him and demands a one week teaching course to all the teachers so they know how to do their freaking job. Nedzu accepts.

5.B - The class gets to fight robots and the quirk training week with the Wild Wild Pussycats doesn't happen and is turned into a retreat for teachers so they can learn stuff. All Might takes many stuff. The villains, who didn't get the memo about the change of plan, are very surprised when they find a bunch of pro heroes there, including the Symbol of Peace.

5.C - Aizawa learns to do better when it comes to teaching but he still has a lot to learn.

#Local writer once again promises they have nothing against Aizawa #5 headcanons game #closed ask game #barid

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Title: Wings of a Butterfly, Eye of the Tiger (Part 2)

Ship: Nemona x Juliana (Julinemo/Terajules)

Summary: Nemona and Juliana just can’t resist returning to Area Zero once more. They find new places to explore, new pokemon to discover, and a new things to learn … about pokemon battling, but also about each other.

Notes: Happy Pokemon Day, folks. I don't normally post WIPs, but I already posted the first chapter so. I guess I post WIPs now, lol. Usual disclaimers that I've been slow lately with writing for health reasons, so don't expect fast updates.

Part 1 is here!

When you and Nemona glided down into Area Zero on Koraidon the next morning, it looked exactly the same as you’d last seen it: bright, glittering, with breathtaking vistas and a thriving population of powerful pokemon. You still marveled at the strange, almost eerie feeling of the place, very much like stepping into a portal that brought you into a pocket universe of its very own. It was so incredibly quiet here, all the usual background noises of human civilization like the hum of cities and cars and planes entirely absent; what’s more, the sunlight that streamed into the crater through the haze of clouds seemed to be magnified so that it was incredibly bright down here, almost supernaturally so. You figured it probably had to do with the way the air itself shimmered. Perhaps the tera crystal energy was drifting in the very air around you. Hopefully it wasn’t bad to breathe it in– your previous trips here and the healthy pokemon certainly suggested it wasn’t. If anything, it filled you with a buzzy energy, tingling at your senses and your fingertips.

Nemona was as charged as ever, probably feeling the effects of that buzzy energy too. After landing, you both walked to a wide, open space covered in grass.

“This place look good?”

“Seems good to me.”

“Ok, great! Let’s do this!!”

“Hold on. Scarlet, get ready.”

You nodded to your pokemon, and the giant red lizard stood on his hind legs, unfurling the feathered crests on his head and tail.

“Aw, Jules, they aren’t even healed up from the last battle! I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Just making sure.”

Nemona smiled, amused at how wary you were, then took the pokeball from her belt.

“Hellcat, go!”

She tossed the ball, a large, quadrupedal tiger materializing before the both of you. It was green and covered in jagged purple stripes, its limbs stocky and sinewy like twisted vines, and it had a pointed, leafy mask covering its face. A pair of wickedly sharp fangs jutted from its mouth, which looked like giant purple thorns.

When the tiger appeared, it seemed confused for a few moments, its pupils narrowing in the bright sunlight as it looked around.

Its gaze settled on you. It curled its lips back in a snarl, the sound a bloodchilling reminder of the last time this pokemon stood before you.

Then it sprang, purple claws reaching for you in a flash, no hesitation. You hardly had a chance to even register what was happening before Scarlet jumped in front of you, crashing into the tiger. They tussled for a bit, the tiger giving angry shrieks while Scarlet roared, you and Nemona watching with wide eyes. You grew worried when the tiger sunk its toxic fangs into Koraidon’s leg, but Scarlet quickly thwacked it away with his heavy tail and then blasted the tiger with his fiery breath.

This seemed enough to finally subdue the pokemon, Hellcat staggering to a stop with an exhausted growl. It panted, looking weak but eyes still burning with a feral rage.

You looked to Nemona. She had a hand held to her mouth in surprise.

“Holy moly. I guess you were right! They had way more fight left in them than I thought.”

Hands on hips, you nodded.

“Somehow I’m not surprised. I think we’re gonna have our work cut out for us, taming this tiger.”

Nemona turned to dig through her bag.

“Well hopefully they’ll be purring like a big ‘ol pussycat before long. Food usually wins over even the crankiest of pokemon.”

She pulled out some berries, but you frowned at the selection she had.

“Maybe, um, we should start with Oran berries instead of Sitrus?”

She looked at you a moment and glanced to Hellcat.

“Mmm . . . yeah, okay.”

She grabbed one of the little blue berries and took a few steps towards the tiger.

“Okay Hellcat, you’re probably pretty hungry by now. You want a berry?”

You didn’t like Nemona getting closer to this tiger, but Koraidon was watching very carefully, and you knew you guys had to start somewhere. Nemona took a few more cautious steps, holding the berry out.

“That’s a good kitty. Do you like Oran berries?”

Hellcat snarled at her, its pink eyes glaring daggers. Koraidon flicked his tail and seemed about to intervene, but you held up a hand to indicate for him to stay put.

Nemona cooed to the tiger,

“Aw, don’t be like that. I just want to help you. You’ll feel a lot better after you eat!”

She tried to step closer again, but the tiger’s angry snarl made her stop. She spoke soothingly,

“C’mon, Hellcat, it’s just a tasty berry, I promise. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Nemona, I don’t think this is working . . .”

She sighed and agreed,

“Yeah. Any ideas on what to do?”

You considered it for a moment.

“Maybe . . . maybe we need to be a bit tougher, you know? If you’re too sweet and nice, they might just see it as a sign of weakness or something.”

She looked at you.

“You want me to be mean to them?”

“Not mean! Just . . . firm. Assertive!”

Nemona frowned.

“I guess I could try.”

She cleared her throat, then took a step forward.

“E-eat the berry, Hellcat!”

She tossed the berry. It rolled along the ground until it came to a stop in front of the tiger. Hellcat sniffed at the berry before flicking a tongue out and swallowing it. Nemona took another Oran berry and stepped closer. The tiger growled.

“C’mon Hellcat, if you want the next berry you gotta not growl at me.”

She tried again, but Hellcat still was incredibly agitated and wasn’t cooperating.

“You gotta be firmer than that, Nemona.”

“I’m being as firm as I can be! I’m no good at being mean, you know that, Juliana.”

“Ok, let me try.”

Nemona stepped back and let you take some berries and approach the tiger, holding one out. The pokemon crouched down, ears flattened as it hissed.

In your best bossy tone, you said,

“No hissing. Sit down, Hellcat, and I’ll give you a berry.”

The tiger didn’t sit and simply remained crouched, as if ready to spring. It was incredibly unnerving, but you knew you had to show the pokemon who was boss. You inched closer and repeated,

“Sit, Hellcat! If you want food, you gotta sit.”

Scarlet made an unhappy whine. Nervously, Nemona warned,

“Jules . . .”

You tried again, demanding,

“Sit, Hellcat!”

The tiger bared its fangs, the muscles in its limbs taut with tension.

“Sit–”

Hellcat jerked just slightly, as if it was thinking of lunging at you, and Nemona’s voice suddenly rang out so loud and vicious it made your heart leap in your chest:

“SIT DOWN!”

The tiger froze immediately, its pink gaze on Nemona. You glanced to see Nemona was staring the tiger down with pure fire in her eyes. You’d never seen her look so intimidating before.

Then, miraculously, Hellcat backed off and sat down, its tail drooped and its head lowered. You stared in awe, completely dumbfounded.

“Y-you . . . you did it!”

After a few moments you remembered to give Hellcat the berry and then backed off a few paces to give it some space. You turned to your friend.

“That was incredible, Nemona!”

She seemed just as shocked as you were.

“They really listened to me, didn’t they?”

You nodded and teased,

“And you said you weren’t any good at being mean.”

She crossed her arms and huffed,

“Well I wasn’t gonna let them eat you! I don’t think you realize how close you came to being catfood just now.”

You wanted to tell her Scarlet would have stopped Hellcat before that happened, but in actuality, you’d been so close to the tiger you weren’t actually certain, in retrospect.

“Erm, well . . . maybe it wasn’t the best approach. But I think we made some actual progress! Try giving them another berry.”

Nemona reluctantly went to try it out.

“Sit, Hellcat!”

The tiger growled at her quietly.

“No, Nemona, you gotta sound like before, when you were all scary and stuff.”

“I’m trying. Sit, Hellcat!”

“That’s not even close.”

Nemona turned and complained,

“Well you’re not about to die, Jules!”

You blinked.

“Yeah?”

“So I’m not gonna sound like I was before!”

“. . . oh.”

You considered the problem for a moment, then asked,

“Mmm, well, can you try to imagine, then?”

Nemona didn’t seem a fan of the idea.

“You mean imagine you’re about to die?”

“Y-yeah, I guess?”

She hesitated before saying,

“I dunno, Jules . . . that feels weird, you know?”

You chuckled. You placed a hand on her arm and acknowledged,

“That’s fair. But look, you obviously can be very commanding when you want to be, you just gotta tap into that! It could be a pretty valuable skill. I mean, if you can tame Hellcat, you can tame any pokemon.”

Her expression scrunched up as she thought about it, and then she sighed.

“All right, all right . . . I’ll give it a shot.”

She approached the tiger again. Hellcat turned to her and the fur on its back ruffled, hot-pink eyes glaring. Nemona didn’t say anything at first, apparently concentrating.

Then she gestured at the pokemon, ordering without hesitation,

“SIT DOWN!”

Hellcat’s ears lowered and it sat down. Nemona smiled.

“Good kitty!”

She gave it an oran berry.

“Okay, what next . . . oh, I know.”

She backed up a bit.

“Ok, Hellcat, come. Oh, right.” She cleared her throat.

“Hellcat, come here!”

You watched as the tiger obediently stood up and approached her.

“Good job!”

She fed it again, the tiger eagerly chomping the berry down.

“Ok Hellcat, sit!”

You smiled as Hellcat sat once more, waiting expectantly for the berry. Nemona tossed it and Hellcat caught it out of the air. Nemona turned and grinned at you,

“We’re doing it, Jules, did you see that??”

“I did. I knew you could, Nemona. You’re pretty amazing.”

She gave a laugh, then gestured at you.

“C’mon, come give it a try!”

You joined Nemona, helping her put Hellcat through the very basics of pokemon training. That included things like sit, stay, come, lay down, and so forth. Most pokemon picked these up very rapidly, and Hellcat did too now that it was feeling a little more cooperative. The pokemon obeyed you too once you’d managed to be sufficiently commanding (by imitating Nemona), but you could tell that Nemona still had an easier time getting Hellcat to cooperate than you did. Part of you suspected it was because the pokemon remembered when Nemona went up against it with nothing but a rock. You certainly felt impressed whenever you thought about it, and it wouldn’t surprise you if it left a strong impression on the pokemon, too. Quite frankly, you didn’t mind in the least that Hellcat was bonding so well with Nemona. It just made you smile to watch.

The two of you spent the morning in intensive training with Hellcat. The commands Hellcat enjoyed the least were things requiring restraint, such as ‘wait’ or ‘drop it,’ while learning battle commands were clearly its favorites. Hellcat had a very wild, aggressive disposition and a strong will, but channeling that energy into battling seemed to bring it a lot of joy. It positively wrecked the pokemon it went up against– it seemed to have a phenomenal attack stat, and its moves were pretty potent. You found out that it knew Play Rough, Dire Claw, Swords Dance and a powerful grass move neither of you had ever seen before. The two of you decided to name the move ‘Thorn Fang’ since it was a biting move.

After a busy morning, you both stopped for lunch. It was a leisurely picnic, watching the majestic waterfalls and chatting with Nemona about pokemon battling, while Hellcat and Scarlet lounged in the grass nearby. When you’d finished eating you both just lazed there for a while, breathing the sweet, clean air under the shade of the trees.

For a while, Nemona let her head slump down and come rest on your shoulder, her eyes closed and her body perfectly relaxed. You felt your heart thumping in your chest and stayed very still, not wanting to disturb her. She drowsed for a bit until eventually waking and apologizing. You missed the feeling of warmth when she moved.

Fortunately, your time in Area Zero was far from over. You had come fully prepared to make it a full-day event. You both packed up from the picnic, revitalized, refreshed and ready for more adventure. You hiked to the bottom of Area Zero, where the earth opened up into a spacious, sparkling cave. The plan was to search for Roaring Moon. The primeval version of Salamence was the only Paradox Pokemon that had eluded you on your previous trip. Nemona was very eager to find one, her eyes aglow with excitement whenever you spoke of how terrifying it had been to face in battle. You hadn’t spent much time in the caves during your previous trip, so you hoped this trip would turn up the dragon type. It was also possible you’d discover even more Paradox Pokemon species, like you had last time when discovering Hellcat. That would certainly be a welcome bonus, although it was perhaps unlikely. In either case, you both felt the caves were your best bet for finding something cool.

If the surface of Area Zero was beautiful, then the caves were downright breathtaking. Your first exposure to them had been under rather stressful circumstances, so it was nice to have the time to truly appreciate them now. The tera crystals down here grew to gargantuan proportions, massive columns of shimmering rainbow that lit the caverns with their glow. Waterfalls fed down into the caves from above, and the pathways through the earth snaked along narrow channels, marked loosely with ropes driven into the ground with stakes by the previous research expedition. In many spots, there were stomach-turning sheer drops, and you made sure to keep away from the edges of the narrow pathways. Nemona had gone up to the edge one time, excited over a pokemon she’d spotted, and you grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. You didn’t care if she had a Rotom Phone with safety measures for falls, the thought of it still twisted your stomach. After that, she kept further away from the edges so you wouldn’t worry.

She also continued to hold your hand. You told yourself it was also so you wouldn’t worry. You knew you shouldn’t read into it any more than that.

Eventually, the two of you reached the deepest part of the cave. It had taken quite a while, but that was because you’d taken your time, enjoying the sights and searching for pokemon. Now that you stood here at the bottom, you could see the tall prefabricated buildings made of steel, looking a lot like industrial warehouses. The sight was a bit jarring in such a beautiful, secretive place. The central building was the largest and was encased entirely in tera crystal, the only part still exposed being the hexagonal airlock door that served as an entrance. This was the Zero Lab, of course, Professor Sada’s most secret facility. Out of sheer curiosity, you both couldn’t resist approaching it to poke around her lab again; however, the doors would no longer open, refusing to respond no matter which buttons you pressed on the control panel. It seemed they had powered down in your absence.

“Hmmph. That’s kind of a bummer. I wanted to look around some more,” Nemona said, poking the unresponsive buttons on the control panel.

“Yeah. Probably for the best though, to be honest. If we accidentally tripped another wacky defense protocol, that would suck.”

Nemona hummed,

“True. Oh well. We’re not here for this anyway. We’re hunting for Roaring Moon!”

She turned, eagerly returning to the search. You rushed to catch up to her, splashing through the shallow water that covered the floor of the cave bottom.

“I wanted to ask, if we don’t find Roaring Moon–”

“We’ll find them!!”

“Yeah, but IF, I mean, IF we don’t for some weird reason, um . . . I hope you won’t be too disappointed? I don’t want you to feel like this whole trip was for nothing . . .”

Nemona laughed. She turned to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing.

“Of course I won’t think that! This trip has been super fun, no matter what we find or don’t find. Anytime I get to spend with you is always amazing. Especially in an awesome place like this!”

You smiled shyly.

“Okay, I’m glad. I think so too.”

Nemona grinned.

“Good. If we don’t find anything we can still have a battle down here with all our Paradox Pokemon, I bet they’ll love that. But first let’s scour every inch of this place!”

You nodded.

“Okay. Let’s try that path over there that sneaks through the crystals, maybe?”

“Yeah, okay! C’mon Hellcat– hey, where’d they go?”

She turned, spotting the bright green and purple tiger some paces back. It was sniffing at the floor with a disgruntled expression. Nemona called,

“All right, Hellcat! Let’s go!”

The tiger took a few steps and then shook its paws, one at a time, trying to get the water off them and looking disgusted. Nemona giggled.

“Wait, really? Our big scary tiger’s afraid of a little puddle of water? You’re grass type, Hellcat, water’s good for you, silly.”

The tiger waded forward a few more steps, making a sound not too far off from a sad meow. You gestured at the big lizard beside you.

“Look, Scarlet likes the water! It won’t hurt you.”

Koraidon gave a little trill, swishing his tail in the water. Hellcat didn’t seem impressed by this.

“Well, I guess they could just return to their ball,” you said to Nemona.

“Yeah, I guess. I was trying to spend as much time with them as we can, though . . .”

You both watched as Koraidon romped playfully over to the feline, crying out to it. The tiger growled, taking a swipe at him.

“Um, Scarlet, I don’t think they like that–” you said, but Nemona interrupted.

“--hold on, let’s see.”

“But Hellcat looks angry.”

“Yeah, but they kinda always look angry. Maybe they can become friends.”

You frowned, feeling a bit uncertain.

“I guess.”

Scarlet did some happy little hops, splashing in the water a little. Hellcat hissed, backing away. You warned,

“Careful, Scarlet. Play nice.”

The lizard lowered his head, trilling in a more placating way, swishing his tail; Hellcat still looked tense but allowed Koraidon to draw a bit closer.

“It kinda reminds me of when Arven’s Mabosstiff tried making friends with Penny’s Sylveon,” Nemona chuckled. Hellcat hissed again, but a lot less fiercely that time, as if it was just a mild warning. Koraidon suddenly rolled on his back, wriggling on the ground and swishing his tail. You watched in wonder as Hellcat batted at him, in a way you wouldn’t exactly call ‘gentle’ but was definitely not at full strength. Scarlet nipped in return. Hellcat bopped him on the nose, firmly but not viciously. You marveled,

“Wow. I think they might actually be getting along.”

Nemona grinned.

“Told ya! Pokemon do love to play fight, after all. That’s why we have pokemon battles in the first place.”

“Heh, that’s true.”

The two pokemon wrestled for a bit, until eventually they were chasing each other around the cave. There were moments when Hellcat had too much and snarled, warning Scarlet to back off, but overall they seemed to be getting along pretty well. It was very heartening to see. Not to mention impressive how much Hellcat had come along in so short a time.

“I’m so happy they’re friends!” Nemona beamed, hands clasped together.

“Looks like Hellcat’s forgot all about the water bothering them, too,” you said.

“Right! It just goes to show pokemon battles solve everything.”

You looked at her, concern in your eye. She giggled,

“I’m just kidding, Jules! Heheheh, you really thought I meant that?”

“I dunno, maybe??”

She grabbed your hand with a smile, tugging you along.

“C’mon, we gotta get back to finding that dragon!”

You gladly surrendered to her pull, returning to the search.

The bottom of Area Zero’s cave was very spacious, so you had a fair bit of ground to cover. There were no maps of these caves, of course– well, Professor Sada probably had mapped them out, but you hadn’t bothered to search her messy labs for such things. Still, finding your way around wasn’t too bad. The Zero Lab was at the center and served as a good landmark, and you could more or less just follow the paths between the smaller buildings. It wasn’t even all that dark down here: sunlight filtered down from the top of the cave, reflecting brightly in all the tera crystals scattered about. You both searched the area in a clockwise fashion, investigating every nook and cranny and every pokemon you came across along the way. The place was crawling with Paradox Pokemon as well as Glimmora, but nothing you hadn’t seen before. You made sure to keep looking up, since there was a good chance you’d find Roaring Moon flying overhead, but you never spotted its crescent silhouette.

After you both made a full pass of the cave, you went back over it again, trying to see if there were any places you’d missed checking, but you still weren’t having any luck.

“I dunno, maybe we should be looking above ground instead?” you asked, starting to doubt you would find Roaring Moon at all.

“But we checked all over there too, when we were training Hellcat.”

“Yeah . . . true.”

“Plus dragons love caves, right?”

“Normally, yeah, they do.”

“It’s probably just super rare!”

“Yeah . . .”

Nemona noticed your skeptical expression.

“What is it?”

You looked to her and answered reluctantly,

“It’s nothing, I just, um . . . I’m wondering if maybe Sada just didn’t bring any here other than the one she had. Or, um, the one her AI had, that is.”

Nemona frowned.

“You mean like with Koraidon?”

You nodded.

“I guess that’s possible . . .” Nemona admitted. She looked so sad, and you kicked yourself for even bringing it up.

“B-but hey, it’s probably just super rare like you said. Those can take a real long time to find, maybe we just haven’t run into it yet,” you added.

“Yeah,” Nemona agreed, although it lacked some of her usual zeal. You racked your brains and then suggested,

“Let’s check those passageways before the Zero Lab again, maybe there were some spots we missed up there.”

Nemona nodded. You were about to speak again, but Koraidon’s happy little trill noises echoed in the cave, sounding more excited than usual, and you were distracted trying to find out where he’d wandered off to.

“Scarlet?”

Nemona pointed.

“He’s over there. Hey, did he find something?”

You both followed after the large dragon. It seemed he’d found a gap in one of the far cave walls. He quickly vanished into it. Her voice full of excitement again, Nemona asked,

“Oh my gosh, how’d we miss this before??”

As you approached the secluded corner, you commented,

“Hm, not sure. I think the way those crystals were reflecting the light, it does make it kinda hard to see over here . . .”

“Well let’s check it out!!”

You both stepped through the gap, finding a small chamber within. It was dominated by a large crystal in the center of the area, but didn’t have much else inside. Scarlet was in one corner, gnawing on something.

“Hey, Scarlet. Bring it here.”

The dragon bounded up to you and dropped a slobbery item into your hand. It was a beat-up TM case. You studied the faded label.

“TM 171. Isn’t that Tera Blast?”

“Yep! Looks like Professor Sada lost some of her stuff here, huh?”

“Seems so. I doubt anyone else would be down here dropping TMs.”

Nemona was wandering the inside of the small room, searching for anything else of note. Hellcat crawled inside after you, sniffing around.

“There’s gotta be something else here,” Nemona said. You were about to tell her ‘Not really, it could just be more cave,’ but stopped just short of saying it, not wanting to dash her hopes again. Instead you joined her in the search.

“I’m gonna get a better view,” Nemona eventually said, grabbing onto the big tera crystal and trying to clamber up it. It was really slippery though, so you went to help her.

“Wait, Nemona, your shoes aren’t sticky like Scarlet’s feet are!”

“Oof, I wish they were. Okay, help me up– yeah, like that!”

She was able to hoist herself up there with your help, then stood to gaze down on everything from above.

“Do you see anything?” you asked.

“. . . not really.”

Hellcat was sniffing at a large tera crystal embedded into one of the cave walls. In fact, the tiger had been at that spot for a while now, it seemed. You went over.

“Whatcha smelling, Hellcat?”

The tiger growled softly, its eyes fixated intensely on the crystal. At first you thought maybe the silly tiger was angry at its own reflection, which looked goofy and distorted in the crystal. But then you noticed you could actually look through the crystal, and there were lumpy shapes moving behind it. You couldn’t tell what they were, because it was far too distorted, but it did seem to be something.

“Hey, Nemona. Lookit this.”

She hopped down from the crystal and came up to you.

“What is it?”

“Look really close.”

She squinted, leaning close.

“I just see my face.”

“Yeah, it’s really pretty, right?”

“Jules!” She gave you a playful little shove and you giggled.

“Okay but seriously, look past the reflection, I think you can see through the crystal.”

She stared a bit and reported,

“Oh yeah, I think you’re right! What is that?”

“I dunno. Hellcat doesn’t like it though.”

You both stared intently until Nemona yelped,

“Wait, did you hear that??”

“Hear what?”

“Shh, listen!”

You fell quiet and held your breath, doing your best to listen. A few seconds later, you heard a soft pokemon cry, very faint but distinct. Hellcat growled, bristling.

“Oh yeah, Hellcat heard it too!”

Nemona exclaimed,

“It was a pokemon, there must be more cave back there!”

“Yeah, seems so. I wonder how we could get back there?”

Nemona frowned, crossing her arms.

“Well there’s no pathways from down here. We checked this place really well!”

“Yeah . . . weird. There has to be a way in though, right? Unless they’re living in a sealed-in part of the cave.”

“Mmm, yeah . . .”

Nemona looked thoughtful for a few moments. Then, raising a fist, she suddenly said,

“I know! Let’s bust it open!!”

You blinked at her.

“Uh. Is that . . . is that really a good idea?”

She pointed at Koraidon.

“Scarlet knows Rock Smash, right? I saw ‘em bust some rocks in that cave right by my house, remember? Back when we first met him!”

You hesitated.

“Yeah, that’s true, but . . . should we really be busting holes in here? What if we cause a cave-in?”

“No way, Rock Smash is supposed to be used in caves! The technique is designed to be as focused as possible, so it doesn’t cause any shockwaves or damage anywhere else. We should be fine!”

You considered it a moment. On occasion, Nemona could be a tad . . . over-eager to do something and rush into danger, but you trusted Nemona’s knowledge of pokemon moves wholeheartedly.

“Okay. It’s worth a try.”

“All right! Scarlet, could you come over here a minute?”

After calling Koraidon over, you all gave him enough space and instructed him to use Rock Smash directly on the large tera crystal embedded in the wall. The dragon stood on his hind legs and backed up a little bit. Then he leapt forward and with a backwards twist, smacked the crystal with a powerful strike from his tail.

The crystal exploded, shattered fragments flying all over. You reflexively shielded your face, but fortunately the pieces didn’t hit anyone.

“Good job, Scarlet! Man, that was loud.”

“Look, it worked!!”

Nemona stooped and eagerly stepped through the hole that had been created, pushing past shards of rainbow crystal. You followed after her, saying,

“Careful, Nemona, don’t get cut or anything!”

You emerged into a portion of cave that had a much lower ceiling than the rest of the Area Zero caves; it seemed about eight or nine feet high, similar to a room in a house. It was also darker here, lacking any natural sunlight at all, but there were still plenty of tera crystals embedded in the walls and growing around you, and they glowed with their own source of light. You blinked, glancing around as your eyes adjusted to the space.

“Whoa. So there really is a whole cave hidden back here. You were right, Nemona.”

Nemona turned to you, eyes sparking with excitement.

“This is so cool! What if we’re the first ones back here? Oh man, I bet we find at least a Roaring Moon for sure!”

“Well we know there’s something back here, at least, we heard it earlier.”

“That’s right! Let’s find out what it was. Hellcat, let’s go!”

The tiger pushed its way through the opening and into the new portion of cave, but when you called for Scarlet, you found he was a little too bulky to fit through the gap. You recalled him into his pokeball, deciding Hellcat was probably enough protection for the moment anyway. You reported,

“All set.”

Nemona nodded and turned, gesturing to her pokemon.

“Okay, Hellcat, take point! Let’s see where this goes.”

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