#it was a dark and stormy write

[mala-sadas]

Sandals

Steven receives a surprise visit from Zinnia. She won't tell him why she came, but he suspects there's more to it than just wanting to chat...

Length: 1,612 words

If you’d prefer: [Read on AO3]

Steven yawned as he walked up the steps of his front porch. It had been a long day, and he was ready to just throw himself on his bed and conk out. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his key, and–

“Finally! I was beginning to think you’d never show up.”

He startled, dropping his key on the ground. A familiar laugh echoed from above him, and he glanced up to see Zinnia sitting on the edge of his roof. As soon as he made eye contact with her, she jumped down, landing beside him, and snatched the key off the ground.

“Why’d you have to get one of these?” she said, spinning the keyring around on a finger. “If you just kept your front door unlocked like everyone else, I could’ve made myself at home inside while I was waiting. A plush velvet couch is way more comfortable than a roof.”

Steven bit back the urge to tell her that he kept his house locked specifically to keep out people like her. They might have been on friendlier terms as of late, but he still didn’t trust Zinnia near his rock collection unsupervised. Knowing her, she’d try to use a rare geode as a massage ball.

“Sorry to inconvenience an unexpected guest,” he said dryly, taking the key away from her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Aw, Stevie, I know it always brightens your day to get a visit from me,” she said, shooting him a saccharine smile.

Steven rolled his eyes and unlocked the door. He wouldn’t put it like that, but Zinnia’s spontaneous visits to his house had been happening more and more frequently, and he had found that he didn’t mind it at all. After spending all day forcing courtesy to Devon Corp employees and the Pokémon League board, it was kind of refreshing to get some sarcastic banter with Zinnia.

She followed him inside and glanced around the room. “Hey, did you redecorate recently?”

“No,” Steven said, slipping his shoes off by the front door.

“Thought so. It looks as drab and impersonal as always,” Zinnia said, starting to step out of the entryway. Steven snapped his fingers, and with a sigh, she slipped her sandals off beside his shoes before stepping onto the mats that covered the floor in the rest of the house. “You really need to do something to brighten up the place. It looks like a museum in here,” she said, glancing at the display cases on the opposite side of the room.

“I’m not putting away my rocks,” he said sternly.

“I know, I know!” she said, holding up her hands in a “stop” gesture. “I’m just saying, a little bit of decoration would really do wonders to spruce up the place. Repaint the walls and the cabinets, swap out the curtains for something colorful or patterned…ooh, and add a beanbag chair! That’d be fun!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“Those sound like wonderful ideas…for your own house,” Steven said, dropping his bag on a chair in the living room.

Zinnia pouted and flopped down on the couch, throwing a hand dramatically across her forehead. “I can’t afford a house.”

“You don’t want a house.”

“Details, schmetails,” she said. “I don’t have to live there to decorate it.”

“Well, I do own a villa in Sinnoh,” he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “If you’re that eager to decorate a house, I could let you decorate that.”

“Too far away,” she said, waving a hand vaguely. “And you don’t–”

She cut herself off, and Steven tilted his head. “I don’t what?”

“Never mind,” she mumbled, rolling onto her side to face the back of the couch.

What was she going to say?

Pushing his curiosity aside, Steven turned away from her and headed to his bedroom to change into something more comfortable. But as he closed the door behind him, the thought occurred to him that Zinnia might have done that whole performance just to get him to let his guard down. He quickly reopened the door, but to his surprise, Zinnia was still lying on the couch exactly where he left her, not taking advantage of the opportunity to steal his food or mess with his rock collection.

How curious.

He took off his suit and put on a casual shirt and shorts instead. Then he headed back to the living room. Zinnia was still lying exactly where he left her, uncharacteristically quiet. He cleared his throat to make sure she knew he had come back. “Would you like some water? Or a snack?”

She let out a long sigh, so he knew she had heard him. After a few more moments of silence, she finally said, “Nah, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug.

He headed over to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. As he took a sip, he turned back towards the living room and saw that she had rolled onto her back and was watching him. As soon as she realized he’d seen her, though, she turned her head back to look at the ceiling.

“Have you ever dated anyone?”

The sudden question startled him and almost made him choke on his water. “I…a couple, when I was a teenager,” he said. “Since I became Champion, I haven’t really had time for it. Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering,” she said quickly.

Steven picked up his glass and walked back into the living room. As he sat down in an armchair, Zinnia finally sat up and looked at him, then cast her gaze to the coffee table.

“Did you ask them out, or did they ask you?”

Steven blinked, blanking for a moment on what she was talking about. “Oh – they asked me,” he said. “We went on a couple of dates, and I decided I wasn’t really feeling anything, so I broke up with them.”

“Ah.” Zinnia let out a heavy sigh and stood up. “Never mind, then.”

She darted towards the door.

“Wait!” Steven called, dropping his glass of water on the side table to chase after her. He grabbed her hand just before she could grab the doorknob, and she glanced up at him. “Were you…hoping you could get some advice on how to ask someone out?”

Zinnia stared at his hand around hers, and he quickly dropped it, afraid he was making her feel uncomfortable. She lowered her hand, but still avoided looking at him. “Maybe.”

Steven chuckled, shaking his head. “You could’ve just said that from the start,” he said.

“Whatever,” she mumbled, glancing to the side. “Look, if you – if someone was going to ask you out, how would you want them to do it? I don’t… I’m not…”

“You’re not used to this sort of thing,” Steven guessed.

“I want to do it right,” she said. “This guy… I think he’d appreciate that.”

Steven nodded appreciatively. “That’s a good attitude to have,” he said. “Beyond that…I don’t think there’s one right way to ask someone out. I can tell you a couple of things not to do, though.”

“Which are…?”

“Don’t be sarcastic or insult him,” Steven said. “If you do, he’s not going to take you seriously.”

She grimaced. “I’m no good at that.”

“You’re doing it right now, aren’t you?” he said with a smile.

She looked flustered at that, turning away and opening the door. “I-I should get going,” she said. “Thanks.”

“Wait, one more thing,” Steven said. “Who is this guy that you wanna ask out, anyways?”

“None of your business,” she retorted.

“It’s just…you’re not a very social person,” he said. “How many guys do you even know besides me?”

“Oh, I know loads of guys,” she scoffed. “There’s Brendan…”

“A child.”

“Wallace…”

“He doesn’t swing that way.”

“Uh, there were a bunch of guys in that team I joined…”

“And you don’t even remember any of their names,” Steven chuckled, shaking his head.

“Who’s to say I remember yours, Rockman?”

“You just said it when you arrived.” he said smugly. “Face it, there’s no other guy you know well enough…”

He trailed off as the pieces finally clicked into place. He’d gotten so caught up in the urge to prove Zinnia wrong that he hadn’t fully considered the implications of him being right.

Zinnia chuckled, dipping her head. “I should’ve known you’d be sharp enough to figure it out,” she said. “It’s one of the things I like about you, after all.”

Before he could finish processing the implications of that statement, Zinnia spun on her heel and darted out the door. She was long gone before he could do anything more than call out her name.

Zinnia…likes me? Enough that she wants to ask me out?

Maybe it was for the best that she had given him time to think about it. If she’d asked right then and there, Steven didn’t know what he would have said. He’d grown fond of Zinnia, sure, but was that enough to want to date her? For as many attractive qualities as she had, she had just as many flaws. And, like he said at first, he didn’t know if he would have the time to commit to a relationship with all the other responsibilities he had.

And yet… Dating Zinnia…

Steven smiled to himself and headed back inside, closing the door behind him. He didn’t lock it this time, though. When Zinnia came back, he would have an answer for her, and he suspected that that’d happen sooner rather than later.

She’d left her sandals right next to his, after all.

#pokemon #oras #champion steven #trainer steven #trainer zinnia #lorekeeper zinnia #metaldragonshipping #it was a dark and stormy write #going back to my classic fic-naming scheme #of naming fics after an object that's only really relevant at the end of the fic

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Rapid-Cycling

-

The earth rumbles its disapproval,

The clouds thick across the sky.

To the right of me,

There is darkness.

Flashes of light,

A familiar swirling of navy blues and grays.

To the left,

There is light.

The sun shining beyond the puffy wall,

Somewhere, I'm sure.

The clouds move quickly,

Pulling darkness,

Then light-

Then darkness again,

Almost quick enough to shock you.

However, it makes me laugh.

To see myself reflected in such

A natural environment

Is an odd feeling.

Perhaps flipping through emotions-

Colors, hues, violence, simplicity.

Perhaps I was made to be like the sky

In this way.

From storms to a spring breeze;

From despair,

To mercy.

Light, dark, light, dark.

I've never been a fan of

Grey.

x

#writing #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poem #spilled thoughts #original poem #sad thoughts #mental health #original writing #original art #thoughts #just babbling #poems #poetry #random thoughts #stormy #cloudy #poetry about nature #dark academia vibes #overthinking #just a poet #thinking too much #thinking too hard #prose poetry #prose #simple poetry #writers of tumblr #creative writing #poets of tumblr #writers and poets

[raineandsky]

#41

It was a dark and stormy night—and as cliche as that was, it really was. Rain lashed the windows like it was trying to break in. The sun was long gone, leaving the world to fend for itself against the onslaught of bad weather.

The villain had stayed back late in the hopes of waiting out the storm but they’d made that decision four hours ago and the rain had yet to let up, so with an irritable huff they threw their coat over their shoulders and prepared for the pits of wet hell that awaited outside.

What awaited, they found as they threw the door open, was much worse than that. The wet pits of hell were also out to get them, it seemed.

“Good evening, [Villain],” the superhero opened casually.

The door was already halfway to shutting on his first syllable, and it had slammed in his face with a resounding clang as he finished. He knocked, oddly polite, and got much less politely ignored by the villain, who was preoccupied with having a meltdown on the other side.

“I’m not here to fight,” he called through the thick metal separating them. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have come to the front door if I was.”

“It’s a secret lair; there aren’t any front doors,” the villain found themself spitting back, and the superhero laughed from the other side, unbothered.

“Just open the door, [Villain]. The rain’s cold.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you came somewhere that would never let you in.” The villain opened the door anyway, just a crack. The superhero really did look sodden, now that they were actually looking at him. Did he walk here?

The superhero put a hand against the door like he was simply leaning against it, but after a moment of a tedious stare-down the villain realised the door was slowly opening, pushing them back with it.

“What the h–” is all they got out before there was enough space for the superhero to squeeze through the gap, and the moment his hand left the door it slammed shut. What an obnoxious show of strength. Like hell he’s not here to fight.

“It’s about [Hero],” he opened quickly when he noticed the villain’s unease, their hand drifting to the inside of their coat. “They’ve been distracted recently.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” the villain snapped coldly. “Nice to know I can whoop their ass efficiently. You can leave now.”

The superhero pointedly ignored that, instead choosing to inspect the half-finished gadgets on a nearby table. “It’s been going on for a while. I could never figure out what it was, and they refused to tell me, but…” He paused like he’s changed his mind before nobly powering through, “heroes keep journals. Helps control the emotions that inevitably come with the job, you know?”

“And they’ve been writing their name with someone else’s in a little heart, right?” The villain snorted humouredly, but the awkward silence that followed made them think their joke was too on the nose. “Oh my god, do they actually? Like a teenager?”

“It’s not quite like that, no.” Awh, the superhero was so quick to defend his little underling. Sweet. “There’s someone who keeps coming up in their entries, though, and it seems to be one of the only positive things [Hero]’s got right now.”

“Yeah, working in the agency is depressing,” the villain said with a sage nod, as if they’d know that. “So what? Are you expecting me to go kill someone so you can save face and get your special little guy back to work?”

“No, I just… ugh!” The superhero turned to kick something over, before remembering he was in the villain’s territory. “No, no killing anyone. I need you to talk to them.”

The villain raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “… Talk to them.”

The superhero sucked in a deep breath, on the verge of frustration. “Okay, listen. They’ve been writing about you. A lot. Constantly. They write about your fights like you both went for a nice walk in the park. They’re obsessed with you, [Villain]. I need you to put them right so they can concentrate on what matters.”

The monologue was met with silence for a moment, and the villain’s gaze locked to a stubborn stain on the floor that never quite came out. “You said it was one of the only good things they have.”

“I know it seems unbelievable, but they’ve really taken to you. I don’t think–”

“You’d want to take that away from them?”

The superhero went a little quiet at that, clearly realising how terrible his phrasing was. “No, no, you misunderstood–”

“Did I? Please, explain what you mean.”

“We– they’re distracted. We just want you to correct them before they become unusable for hero work.”

“And potentially break their heart? Rip everything away from them?”

The superhero frowned, confused. “I thought you’d be more up to making everything worse, given your track record.”

“I thought you’d be more up to caring about people, given yours.” The villain stepped daringly closer. “I’ll strike a deal with you [Superhero]. I’ll let them know what the deal is–”

“Oh, thank you, you’re–”

“And I’m going to tell them I’m in love with them.”

The superhero somehow d9id a double take despite looking the villain in the eye. “You what?”

The villain only grinned. “You were right, I am up to making things worse. Now get out of my lair before I make your life even more miserable than it’s about to be.”

The superhero disappeared into the storm with a jovial goodbye to set them off. Somewhere deep down, the villain knew they shouldn’t, but they never really liked the hero that much, much less their arrogant boss. Cruelty was in their nature, anyway. It’d be worth it just to see the superhero crumble without his dear hero.

#writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #writblr #heroes and villains #hero x villain #only reason this is in past tense is cause i wanted to use the dark and stormy night line lmao #because above all else i am petty and if someone tells me not to describe the weather by GOD you gonna hear how much it was raining #if you saw the spelling mistake in this shut the hell your mouth

[atlaswritespoetry]

When does one stop and realize that the dark and stormy nights are when the best stories happen.

#writers on tumblr #writers and poets #late night writing #writeblr #writing #writing idea #writing prompt #poetic #poetry #poets on tumblr #dark and stormy nights

[bongo-smash]

Someone help me I'm thinking about the 'kid in a yellow raincoat' horror trope in relation to Jason

#Like. The kid covered in bright yellow in the midst of the “dark and stormy night” #You see that in a movie and you know immediately that something bad is going to happen to that kid #And Jason's Robin cape practically swallowed him whole #The yellow as a symbol of both an innocence and a warning!!! #But also!!!! Yellow as the warning for what that child will become too!!! #Like. The trope subversion in Little Nightmares where (spoilers) #The yellow raincoat kid (Six) Turns Out to be the bad thing that happens- or at least a part of the horror in the story #Which in my head kind of fits Jason?? #Like he's the kid in the yellow raincoat that stuck out in the night and bled for it in the end #But he's also the man who comes Out of the raincoat- scarier than the thing that took him #Obsessed with whatever symbolism there is in him dying in the yellow cape and then being revived into a man he never thought he'd be #The cape was torn away covered in blood and he rose from those stains y'know??? #Does this make sense??? Whatever it is I want to put it into a fic somewhere somehow #jason todd #red hood #robin #dc #Bongo's Writing!!! #(??? Probably counts)

[canonical-transformation]

It was a dark and stormy night. It was always a dark and stormy night in Immernachtstadt. The rain fell in torrents— except at occasional intervals, when suddenly a shot rang out, a door slammed, a maid screamed, or a pirate ship appeared on the horizon.

—No Bird an Island, Chapter 96.

(Wait, you already guessed Fischl was narrating? What do you mean? This is high quality grimdark prose.)

#noir!fischl #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #detective noir #it was a dark and stormy night #with thanks to edward bulwer-lytton #and snoopy #genshin impact #fic updates #my writing

[darkandstormyranger]

i think it would be super cool if, when posting a fanfic the author did a lot of research for (eg. exact earnings of a textile merchant in tang dynasty china or daily routine of midshipmen serving on a vessel in the blockade of toulon) they would include the entire bibliography of resources they used in the end notes. just to show off. just to brag.

#writers on tumblr #writing #fanfiction #writeblr #rare dark and stormy thought

[liodain]

Even if they loved it in different ways, even if that devotion sent them on separate paths, Xeheia’s domain had always been a common bond between them. His one-time captain hadn’t mocked or derided him for his love of the ocean, of the peace he found there, like others of the fold sometimes had—he’d simply seen it, and later, shared it.

The Fate and the Furor by aliatori

#pirates #piratecore #original characters #art #some temp tags while i test sumthin #the forsaken and the forsworn #gabriel berthelot #hugo melançon #hubriel #ali's writing #my art #dark and stormy cultist pirates can have little a sparkle #as a treat #gif / #deep queue sea

[lolabearwrites]

Writing asks! 1, 7, 38 please!

thank you for the ask stormy! <3

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

oh hell yeah, i day dream about possible fics all day XD normally because any idea's are more so just vibes and you sadly can't turn those into fics

7. Post a snippet from a wip

“Could you at least turn it down?”  “Who watches porn on low volume?” Time pursed his lips with a roll of his eye. The lack of bite to his statement caught Dark's attention. “Ooh, I get it. You got what-eight guys in your home. Don't need them knowing how depraved you are” “That's not-I don't-” Time pinched the bridge of his nose. “Can we just go to sleep?”  Dark ignored the question, or maybe he couldn't hear it through his thick skull. “Probably a good thing you rejected that girl then. Wouldn't want her to know you’ve lost your touch, that It?”  Time knew he was just trying to rile him up, he knew he wanted him to snap. But God dammit if he didn't want to wipe that smug smile off his face. With his pride slightly wounded, he spit out the first thing that came to mind. “Why don't you come here and find out?” 

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

At the moment it's probably the Twark oneshot acceptance because I just wanted an excuse to do outsider pov of someone seeing how cute Twilight and Dark are together!

#asks #stormy beloved #writing banter between time and dark is such a fun challenge!

[unblot]

@igniida : "My sunflower. Being with you is just like pulling two SSR's in one day." Idia attempting to be romantic with Salem

“ ... ” At first it looks like the flirtation doesn't register with Salem, the redhead merely slow blinking in response. Despite being in proximity with Idia for so long, it can sometimes be difficult to remember what all his lingo means. In fact, in recent months they've started using a separate notebook full of definitions and descriptions of the things Idia says. Hopefully with that, they'll be able to keep up with him in due time.

Instead of saying anything in response, Salem wordlessly steps out of the room, briefly leaving Idia in perplexed panic. When they return, they have their Idia lexicon in hand. They open the page on gacha terms and skim the contents before promptly closing it again. When Salem's eyes meet Idia's again, their lips have curved upward in a minute smile. Without a word they lean forward to press a soft kiss to their boyfriend's flushed cheek, still smiling when they withdraw.

“ Thank you, Idia. You're my most prized UR card. ” They're not sure if that's the correct way to phrase it, but they hope Idia will still understand what they're trying to say.

#verse: post canon. #interactions: salem. #igniida #my north star radiant & bright. with you i’ll never be lost again on this dark stormy night. ( salide / igniida. ) #asks. #true love is writing a full lexicon so you can understand and communicate to your autistic boyfriend in his gamer lingo #if its not clear they also referred to the lexicon for how to flirt back lmao #i love them btw #but also would 10/10 gag hearing this kid of flirting

[mala-sadas]

Harmonize

Following the New Stars of Pasio tournament, Hau, Hop, and Hugh have a little chat and get to know one another.

Length: 2,007 words

If you’d prefer: [Read on AO3] [Read on FFN]

"Pancakes," Hop repeated. He pulled his feet up onto the edge of the fountain, sitting cross-legged so that he could turn and look Hau in the eye. "That's why Alolan Raichu are Psychic-type?"

"Yep!" Hau said, leaning back on his hands. "That's what everybody says, anyways."

Hop folded his arms. "That doesn't make any sense. I've eaten loads of pancakes in my life, and I haven't developed psychic powers."

Hau burst out laughing, and Hop fought to keep a straight face. After a few moments, he dropped his arms and started snickering, too.

"Who knows? There could be something different about their diet in Alola that leads Pikachu to evolve differently there," Hop said.

"Maybe you can do research on them and figure it out for sure!"

"Hey," someone called, catching Hop and Hau's attention. Hugh was approaching the fountain, holding up a Poryphone. "One of you guys drop this? Found it on the ground just outside the arena."

Hop patted the familiar blocky shape of his Poryphone, which was resting in his jacket pocket. "Not mine," he said.

"Not mine, eith…eh?" Hau patted his pockets, blinking. He swung his backpack off his back and poked around inside, but there was no phone to be found. "Oh, that must be mine! Thanks!"

He stood up, swinging his backpack back around and taking the phone from Hugh. He unlocked it and winced. "Screen's cracked," he said. "I'll have to ask Sophocles to fix it later. I wonder how it fell out of my pocket?"

"Probably flew out at some point while you were jumping and cheering," Hop said. "You did it for every team in the tournament!"

Hau laughed. "Well, yeah! Everyone battling in the tournament did great!" He nudged Hugh. "You guys especially! Your teamwork was way better than when we battled you a few days ago."

"Thanks," Hugh said, giving him a curt nod. "It's too bad we didn't get to fight your team in the tournament proper. I would've liked to prove to you exactly how strong we are."

"Hey, who says we can't do that right now?" Hop said, pumping his fists. "Let's have a battle and see whose team is really the best!"

"But, Hop, Calem went back to the PMC already," Hau pointed out. "And the rest of Hugh's team isn't here, either."

"That's fine," Hugh said. "I'll take you on, Hop, one-on-one. Let's see how strong you are on your own!"

"You're on!" Hop exclaimed, readying a Poké Ball.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Hau said, raising a hand. "I have a better idea! Let's head to the bakery for some malasadas instead!"

"Or, you could go to the bakery and bring us back malasadas while we battle," Hop suggested.

"Aren't your Pokémon still tired from the tournament?" Hau asked, glancing between the two.

"No way. Bouffalant is still raring to fight," Hugh said.

"Zamazenta may be a little tired, but that's not enough to slow us down," Hop declared.

"Oh. Well, okay, then! What kind of malasadas do you want?"

"Sweet for me!" Hop said.

"I don't really care," Hugh said, shrugging.

"I'll pick something for you, then," Hau said. As he started jogging towards the shopping district, he called, "I'll be back in a jiffy! Have fun with your battle!"

There was no line at the bakery, so Hau bought the malasadas quickly. On the way back, he made only a brief stop outside the bakery to label them. Even so, by the time he returned to the fountain plaza, Hop and Hugh were standing and chatting, their Pokémon nowhere to be seen.

"Hey!" he called, waving to them. Hop waved back.

When he reached them, he asked, "Is the battle over already? Who won?"

"I did!" Hop beamed. "A Normal-type against a Fighting-type. It was no contest, really."

"At least Bouffalant and I know what we need to work on now," Hugh said.

"Awesome! Wish I could've seen it," Hau said with a sigh. But his demeanor immediately brightened as he held up the bag of malasadas. "Hey, now we can unwind with piping hot malasadas!"

Hau led the way to a picnic table on the edge of the plaza, where Hugh and Hop sat down on one side while Hau sat down on the other. He put the bag down on the table and started pulling malasadas out of it. He glanced at the wrappers before placing one in front of Hop, one in front of Hugh, and the final one in front of himself.

"Thanks, mate!" Hop said, pulling his malasada out of the wrapper and taking a bite. His face immediately puckered up, and he spat the bite of pastry into the empty wrapper. "Hau, I asked for sweet!"

"I ordered you a sweet one…"

"That's not sweet," Hop said, eyeing the malasada as if it had personally attacked him.

Hau's brow furrowed, and Hugh bit into his own malasada. He swallowed it, grimacing. "Mine's sweet," he said. "A little too sweet, if you ask me."

"Oh, I know what happened," Hau said, hitting the heel of his palm against his head. "I mixed 'em up and mislabeled them! Hop, you must've gotten Hugh's sour malasada!"

"Yeah, it's really sour," Hop said, wrinkling his nose.

He swapped malasadas with Hugh, took a bite of the new malasada, and grinned. "Mmm… That's the stuff!"

Hugh took a bite of his new malasada, and his eyes widened slightly. "Man, this is delicious! The sweet dough with the sour filling is a great combination."

Hau grinned. "See? It's just like I always say: if you think you don't like malasadas, you just haven't found one with the right filling!"

"Thanks," Hugh said. "How much do I owe you for this?"

"Owe?" Hau echoed around a mouthful of malasada. He swallowed and shook his head. "You don't owe me anything! It's a treat!"

"Oh," Hugh said, blinking. "Well…thank you. Again."

Hau smiled wide, mouth too full of malasada to answer verbally.

"How'd you manage to mix up our malasadas, Hau?" Hop asked. "I thought you were, like, a malasada connoisseur."

"Well, I was labeling them so I could easily tell whose was whose," Hau said. "At first I was just gonna use our initials, but then I realized that wouldn't help because we all have the same first initial!"

"Hm, you're right."

Hop laughed. "What are the odds of that?"

"So, I had to go back and write the full names instead," Hau continued. "I realized it while labeling Hop's, but I went back and labeled Hugh's first, so I must've mixed it up in my head and written Hop's name on the first malasada."

"That'd do it," Hop said.

"And you know, the funny thing is, if I'd labeled them with the flavors I would've run into the same problem," Hau said. "You guys got sweet and sour, and mine is spicy!"

Hop snorted, covering his mouth with a hand so he didn't accidentally spit out his last bit of malasada. He swallowed, balled up his wrapper, and stood up. "I'll take your trash," he offered. Hau and Hugh gave him their trash, and Hop took it all to a trash can nearby.

When he got back to the table, Hau and Hugh were looking at him expectantly. "Hop, how long have you known Hau?" Hugh asked as Hop sat down. "Hau doesn't remember when you guys met."

Hop raised an eyebrow. "Hau, we met six days ago," he said. "The day we got the team assignments for the tournament. How do you not remember that?"

"I heard about you as soon as you arrived on Pasio!" Hau protested. "And I saw you in the Pokémon Center, and around town, and…" He shrugged. "I figured we had run into each other before at some point."

"You're kidding," Hugh said, shaking his head. "You guys had never met before this tournament?"

"Apparently not!" Hau chirped.

"I'd seen him around, but I didn't know his name," Hop said.

"You guys get along so well, I figured you must've known each other before coming to Pasio," Hugh said.

Hau grinned. "Well, I get along well with everybody!"

"And I get along well with almost everybody," Hop added.

"Plus, both our names start with the same letter, so I think we were fated to be friends," Hau said.

"That means we're fated to be friends with you, too!" Hop said, giving Hugh a playful nudge.

Hugh rolled his eyes. "Sure. If that's what you wanna think."

Hau leaned forward across the table, scrutinizing Hugh. "You don't get along well with other people, do you?"

"Sure I do," Hugh said, shrugging. "If they're the kind of people I want to get along with."

Hau laughed. "You know, you remind me a lot of Gladion! You act tough on the outside, but deep down you're a really nice person."

Hugh's brow furrowed. "Is that an insult or a compliment?"

"It's a compliment, mate," Hop said, grinning. "Nothing wrong with being a little rough around the edges! It's what's in your heart that counts."

Hugh quirked a tiny smile. "That sounds like something Bianca would say." He glanced from Hop to Hau. "You guys both remind me of Bianca, actually. Friendly, cheerful, boundlessly optimistic…"

"And future Pokémon Professors," Hop put in.

"What?"

"Well, for me at least," he amended. "Bianca and I are both working as assistants to Pokémon Professors. We're aiming to be professors ourselves someday!"

"Really?" Hugh said, folding his arms. "You're a professor's assistant? You don't look like it."

Hop narrowed his eyes. "What do you think a professor's assistant looks like?"

"I dunno. Glasses, a lab coat, maybe…"

Hop elbowed him in the side. "Not every smart person wears glasses, mate. I don't, my brother doesn't… Heck, even Sonia doesn't wear glasses! And she's a full-fledged professor!"

"Okay, sorry, I take it back. Uh, you have a brother?" Hugh said, grasping for a new conversation topic.

Hop's demeanor immediately brightened. "Yeah! He's here on Pasio, too. You might've met him. Leon?"

Hugh shook his head. "Can't say I have."

"Oh, I know him! The Galar Champion, right?" Hau said. "I didn't know he was your brother!"

"That's right!" Hop beamed. "Lee's amazing. He's never lost an official match! That's why they call him the unbeatable Champion!"

"That's impressive," Hugh said. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you ever been able to beat him?"

Hop smiled sheepishly. "Not one-on-one," he said. "I've won against him a few times in Multi Battles, and in team battles here on Pasio."

"I'd love to battle him," Hau commented. "I bet it would be a lot of fun!"

"Even if you lose?" Hugh asked.

"Of course! A battle's not fun just because you win," Hau said.

"Hey, you've just given me a great idea!" Hop exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "There are three of us here, right? So let's go find Lee and challenge him to a team battle!"

"That sounds awesome! I'm in!" Hau said.

"I'm down," Hugh said, standing up. "But won't he need a team, too?"

"He's got loads of friends here on Pasio. I'm sure he can find a couple of sync pairs to join him," Hop said.

"If he can't, we can always make it a two-on-two!" Hau suggested. "You and Leon versus me and Hugh!"

Hop laughed. "That just seems unfair! Lee's the strongest, and I'm almost as strong as him. Plus, we've got tons of experience battling together! You guys wouldn't stand a chance!"

"Well, if it comes to that, we can decide teams then," Hugh said. "Let's find him first. Where would he be? The Pokémon Center?"

"Knowing Lee, he could be anywhere on this island," Hop sighed. "He's pants with directions. He always gets lost. But the Pokémon Center's a good place to start!" he added, pumping his fists.

"Let's go!" Hau exclaimed, jumping up and down.

The three new friends sprinted off to the Pokémon Center, eager to experience together whatever battles awaited them.

#pokemon masters #pokemas #trainer hau #rival hau #trainer hop #rival hop #trainer hugh #rival hugh #fanfic #it was a dark and stormy write #i adore these three and after pokemas gave me a scenario for the three of them to meet i had to write them interacting #if people like this i might write more fics with this trio <3

[applebrooklyn]

Is it you?

If someone told me last night that the Sun would breath fire down my neck next morning, I would have laughed and declared them senile.

It must be you.

For last night was a tumultuous affair.

Grey in fury and discord, heavy with melancholy and wrath—the sky cursed and swore; down on us he poured. Snot, tears and drool—he drenched us all.

Like a petulant child, he cried and raged; he wept and irate. His distressed mother—the wind—panicked and shrieked. Howling, she slammed her head against the windows and walls, tree trunks and halls.

It has to be you.

Since beads of sweat roll down my forehead this morning and my anticipations stand in the corner, ashamed of being proven wrong.

The Sun is too bright. The grass is too green. The nature seems too lively, livelier than it has ever been.

It can only be you.

And the sky—the ill-mannered, sorehead from last night—is tamed. No remains of the boisterous tantrums visible from down here. He is donning a pretty blue and embracing the birds that soar high in his lap.

And I know, you must have held his hand last night. Must have collected his tears in your palm with a sigh.

Everyone heard the violent roars, but you must have heard his heartbreaking sobs, listened to his plight. Must have offered him a shoulder to cry.

You must have smiled at him last night.

applebrooklyn©

#desiblr #spilled ink #indian dark academia #indian academia #desi stuff #desi aesthetic #desi academia #writing inspiration #writers and poets #poetic verses #female poets #cloudy night #clouds #rainymood #rainy thoughts #rainy aesthetic #sunnyday #storm clouds #stormy #spilled poetry #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #poem #writeblr #writersociety #dark academia #desi dark academia #spilled writing #spilled prose

[stories-by-rie]

me, starting any writing: first and foremost, you should know about the weather

#writeblr #writing meme #or whatever #me: it was a dark and stormy night #why am i like that T-T #i tried writing the first sentences without mentioning weather or nights #feels so wrong #how will anyone know the vibes i'm going for if you don't read the first dialogue or action with the right weather in mind

[suzannahnatters]

I started drafting the third MISS DARK'S APPARITIONS book last week and here's an out of context spoiler for you

#Miss Dark's Apparitions #Dark & Stormy #current wip #wip vibes #I decided to write a Victorian Gothic story #But funny

[st0rmyskies]

In that fic you shared, I am not over fucking built-like-a-shithouse-Twilight ça usually lifting Dark dbbdkydfchzz

@poly-polly Your fans are thirsting in my inbox.

We all deserve a ridiculously buff cowboy boyfriend to pick us up and make us feel like a princess. Even Dark.

#stormy asks #polly’s writing #tgtbatu #twi is 100% grass-fed beef #and dark is Hungry

[knightinoldarmor]

@ofdetonation wanted to break my heart and did it with success and asked:

“please don’t go” / for shouto, make me cry

send “please don’t go” to hold my muse while they die.

In your last moments, your whole life flashes before your eyes, they said. For Shoto, it was Bakugo he'd stare at, and he wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. The blond was the only one strong enough to look him directly in the eyes, as he'd let out his last breath. The only one able to shoulder the weight of his loss. It was him, who despite the difficulties, could break through every barrier. The one who wouldn’t break — not because he couldn’t, but because he chose to look at the world differently. A view where defeat and despair could only be the spark towards victory and understanding. Not his death, nor anything, could move his heart off balance. Or so he thought.

A fog had taken over his mind, in a rush to find the things he wanted to say. A pointless struggle, when he hadn't the time nor the clarity to concentrate. Not when he'd lose consciousness little by little, as if slowly fading from existence. So many things he wished his family and friends knew. But it was too late, and regret shouldn’t be the last he felt. Crimson hues were pinned on him, a gaze whose intensity would have been powerful enough to keep him bound to his body forever, if possible. As if piercing right through him, in an attempt to anchor his soul to this world. One that wasn't meant to last long.

He was familiar to the darkness. For how many years he used to wander, in the search of himself, of the hope and reason that'd give his existence meaning? Meaning, other than being born to serve as a tool for revenge. A role he became a prisoner to, blinding him with the same hatred to haunt his father and his brother. For so long, he'd avert his gaze from the light, believing it to be something he shouldn't reach for. Undeserving of love and kindness he'd think he was. Undeserving of the warmth of an EMBRACE.

Yet, in the embrace of a friend he'd die. How ironic. In the arms of a friend to have always been a beacon to guide him. “ It's alright. ” A smile he'd wear for the first and last time, one of absolute bliss, was written on his face. He didn’t want to die. But to know he had lived before he left, lived as the person he wished to become, the hero to save his family, was a gift he never thought he'd carry with him in the next life. “ I was lost for so long. I thought I'd forever be. ” Scared and tired, he used to be. “ But I discovered who I was. I found happiness. ” He had found the light. A light that’d rest within him, warming his heart, melting the ice he had wrapped himself with. And that light, had now begun to tremble. He wouldn’t be afraid, when a darkness of a different kind would surround him.

It was getting harder to breathe. His hand reached to cup the blond’s face. “ You were always there. All the way. I know it. ” Like an angel watching over him, aware of his struggles and pain, not intervening, only with subtle acts of kindness, but always staying close, in case he was needed. “ Thank you, Katsuki. For everything. ” His eyes lost focus. He could feel the drops falling on his face, as his senses began to fade. When did it start raining? The scent of wet ground reached him — one last comfort he always was fond of.

“ I like rain. ”

#( me: *fucks this response with too much sappiness* ) #( i’m not okay. i've been crying like a baby for three days in a row ) #( i really believe shoto’s the person who doesn't smile often but will smile his brightest in the face of death ) #( i know it's too sappy. forgive me. ) #( i kinda hate it but i also don't think i can change anything. it's what i had in mind ) #( i'll just have to come at peace with the fact i won't write like i used to for the time being ) #tw: death #death tw #( thank you this was a wonderful rollercoaster of emotions (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)) #— (tag tba) ask. #— (tag tba) bnha. #— todoroki shoto | clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph #— ic | look properly at who you want to become! #— (tag tba) bakugo katsuki. #— (tag tba) katsuki & shoto. #— ofdetonation | i’m a stormy ocean but you get me. you let me blossom in the dark #— katsuki & shoto (ofdetonation) | although i’m not perfect i feel perfect in your eyes. turn the lights on honey. i don't wanna hide #— ofdetonation | 003