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The Secret Ingredients for a Good Night's Sleep

As I stirred restlessly in bed for the third night in a row, desperately willing my mind to quiet down so I could finally get some rest, I knew something had to change. Like over 30% of American adults, insomnia had become my dreaded foe, robbing me of the recommended 7-9 hours of shuteye I knew my mind and body needed. Let me tell you - operating on little to no sleep is no picnic. My work productivity tanked as I slogged through each day in a mental fog, struggling to concentrate. I was crankier than my teenage son after I take his Xbox away, snapping at my spouse and coworkers over minor annoyances. Even my weekly tennis matches with friends became an exercise in futility as I mishit balls that I normally could slam with my eyes closed. Enough was enough. If I kept heading down this sleepless road, chronic health issues like heart disease, obesity, and poor mental health were sure to be just around the corner waiting to claim me as their next victim. I was determined to equip myself with an arsenal of weapons to wage all-out war against insomnia...starting with what I ate. Food as a Sleep Weapon: 7 Natural Allies You see, I discovered that the key ingredients for better sleep are already sitting in your refrigerator and pantry. By making a few tweaks to your diet, you can relax into slumber more easily and sleep more soundly throughout the night. Here are 7 all-natural foods and drinks I incorporated that soon had me dreaming peacefully again: A Warm Glass of Milk: My Mom used to gently nudge me to finish the milk in my cup when my eyelids drooped at the dinner table as a kid. Turns out she was onto something. The protein in milk contains an amino acid called tryptophan which boosts serotonin levels and has a calming effect. Paired with the cozy factor of a warm beverage sliding down my throat before bed, this trick became part of my new nightly routine. A Handful of Walnuts: One night when my stomach rumbled as I crawled between the sheets, I remembered reading that walnuts’ melatonin and magnesium content primes you for sleep. I started keeping a little baggy of walnuts on my nightstand for midnight munchies. Not only did it satisfy my hunger pangs, but soon those nuts had me sawing logs! An added perk was that routine walnut consumption boosted my daily nutrient intake which in turn lifted my mood. Take that, depression! Slices of Kiwi: The first night I tried eating a couple slices of kiwi fruit an hour before my 10 o’clock bedtime, I was shocked by the results. I conked out in record time and slept more soundly than I had in months! Thanks to kiwi’s high serotonin levels that regulate sleep cycles, this became my go-to pre-bedtime snack.

A Wholesome Breakfast You’ve heard that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but did you know it can also improve how you sleep? Making sure I fue led up each morning with heart-healthy whole grains, fresh fruit, nuts and seeds ensured I had the nutrients I needed to power through the day as well as set myself up for higher quality ZZZs when night fell. Tofu Stir Fry Loading up on isoflavones found in tofu and soy products at dinnertime helped lengthen and enhance my sleep. I guess it makes sense when you consider Asian cultures have valued tofu as a health food for eons - now modern research confirms it! I loved getting creative with seasoning and veggie pairings in my stir fry recipes. Soothing Chamomile Tea Savoring a steaming mug of floral chamomile tea became my nightly ritual to unwind from the stresses of the day. The tea’s antioxidant apigenin compound works wonders to calm nerves and induce drowsiness. I found keeping a little tea station on my kitchen counter with the dried flowers, an infuser, and my favorite oversized “Keep Calm and Carry On” mug created a relaxing atmosphere and signaled my body it was time to start preparing for sleep.

Tart Cherry Juice While not as readily available as other fruit juices, tart cherry juice proved itself a potent, natural sleep aid. I stumbled across it during a late-night Amazon shopping binge for insomnia cures. The melatonin boost I got from drinking just a small glass of the stuff before bed was amazing. I encourage everyone wrestling with sleep issues to get your hands on some...you’ll be catching ZZZs in no time! While adjusting my diet led to monumental improvements in my sleep quality, I didn’t stop there. I also made sure to stick to a regular sleep schedule, wind down my evenings by limiting screen time in the hour before bed, and created a soothing pre-bed routine to relax my body and mind. Things like taking a warm bath, reading an uplifting book, meditating, or doing gentle yoga stretches and breathing exercises helped tremendously. I never expected making some simple tweaks to my lifestyle and diet could produce such dramatic effects, but now I’m a total believer in the power of food and self-care habits to enhance sleep. I feel like a new person now that I’m getting my 7-8 hours a night consistently. My mood, focus, performance, and overall health have all benefited immensely. The next time you’re struggling with disrupted sleep, I encourage you to take inventory of your diet and daily habits. Try incorporating some of the foods and drinks I mentioned - you might be amazed by how quickly your sleep improves! Just be patient and stick with it. Establishing healthy routines takes commitment and consistency, but I promise with a little diligence that the rewards of restful slumber will be well worth it. Sweet dreams, friends! I’m off to sip my chamomile tea and nibble on some walnuts before sinking blissfully into my bed for yet another glorious night of deep, rejuvenating sleep. Disclaimer: The information provided on this website is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice. Always consult with a qualified healthcare professional before making any decisions about your health. Read the full article

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Harry Styles Masterlist

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One-Shots:

Model Material* 

“Every night for the past week,” Harry began, his voice low, “You’ve tried to get me to show you the pictures. I’m gonna crack sooner or later, so I’m just…trying to avoid it, that’s all.”

You blinked.

And then you smacked his arm. Hard.

“Ow!” Harry yelped, and the tranquility of the moment was gone.

“What the damn hell?” you said loudly, scowling. “You had me really worried for a second!”

“This is a worrisome situation!” Harry protested, but you could hear the laugh in his voice. You narrowed your eyes at him, balling your hands up into fists and crossing your arms over your chest. Harry tried to mirror your expression but eventually, the humour of the affair overtook him, and he grinned teasingly at you. Your frown only deepened, and he made a cooing sound, his right hand cupping your cheek and rubbing at the corner of your lips.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, “Smile for me, pet.”

or

Harry refuses to show you his spread for Another Man magazine.

Kisses*

“You sure you’re alright?” Harry asks, frowning in concern. You look up at him.

His cheeks are rosy, bright green eyes gazing at you. His arms are crossed over his chest to keep warm, and his breath comes out as a faint, opaque cloud of air. You swallow heavily, turning away.

“Yeah, I’m good.” It’s difficult to force the words from your mouth, and before you can stop yourself, you’re spewing, “I’m just frustrated since you seem to have forgotten that I rode your fucking thigh last week.”

The chattering of Harry’s teeth stops.

“And—you know—,” you’ve started and now you can’t stop, “You kissed me and got me off and ran me a bath and napped with me. And now you’re pretending like nothing happened, and I just—,” you whip around, staring at him helplessly, “—I’m lost, Harry. I’m so fucking lost!”

or

Harry’s kissed you a few times now, and it’s hard to know where you stand. 

Wife*

“Just wanted everyone to see the marks my wife gave me,” Harry mumbles, slowly kissing up your neck. “My wife…”

You sigh, your left hand sliding up his back before disappearing into the tuft of hair atop his head. He lets out a satisfied noise, running the tip of his nose along your jawline. “You’re my wife…,” he says, as though the thought has only just dawned on him for the first time, “You’re my wife, love.”

“I am,” you concede breathlessly. “And you’re my husband.”

Harry groans, dropping down so that his forehead is pressed to your collarbone. “Fuck…that sounds so good.”

or

You and Harry have a bit of fun on your honeymoon. 

Popsicles And Kiwis*

“Hi,” you murmur. Your fingertips come up to tap gently on your lips; you do that every time one of Harry’s kisses catches you by surprise. It’s almost like you’re trying to savour the flavour of his mouth.

He finds it unbearably adorable.

“Hi,” he smiles at you, his grin lopsided. He’s feeling the effects of his post-orgasmic haze: his insides are warm, eyes droopy, muscles loose and flexible. He always becomes insanely cuddly and affectionate after his release, and his mannerisms spark a flicker of recognition on your face.

“Did you…?” your lips part in surprise. His response is simply another pert kiss delivered to your nose, and you gasp, pushing away from him.

“Harry!”

or

You accidentally turn Harry on, and payback’s a bitch.

Fairies First*

You frown gently, reaching for the handle on his nightstand. You’ve pulled the drawer halfway out when two firm arms wrap around your midsection, the hands attached settling nicely onto your stomach. You nearly drop the folded clothing, twitching in surprise.

“You scared me!” you say breathlessly, and you’d put your hand on your heart if it weren’t for all of the fabric tucked into your arms. Harry chuckles, pressing a gently kiss to your cheek before following it with several playful pecks to the column of your neck. For a moment you stand there, closing your eyes and swaying slightly as he rubs his palms over your belly in a greeting to your unborn child.

“She was kicking before,” you say airily, distracted by the way Harry ghosts his lips along your skin.

He hums in surprise. “Was she now? Always waits ‘til her daddy is gone, the little rascal.”

“She can hear you,” you tell him matter-of-factly. Harry smiles.

or

You’re pregnant, but you want more.

Four Hours*

“It’s too bad you missed the show,” he rasps, his hungry eyes trailing down your body. His gaze lingers on your erect nipples for a few seconds before sweeping down to where your thighs are pressed firmly together. “But you understand, right? Understand why I had to punish you?”

“Yes.” The affirmation is breathless.

Harry nods. “Tell me,” he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I wanna make sure you know.”

or

Harry leaves you tied up for quite a while.

French Fries and Feelings*

“Want a fry?” you ask, and then the moment is gone. You hold out the red carton as the words scrape against the roof of your mouth, and Harry’s eyes reflexively fall to your hand. He blinks a few times before nodding slightly.

“Just one,” he concedes, before flashing you a wicked grin. “Gotta reward myself for doing some late-night charity work.”

You gasp, shoving at his bare shoulder before he can pluck a fry out of the cardboard container. “You dick!”

“I’m joking!” Harry laughs, holding up his arms to shield himself from any further blows. “Christ, woman!”

“Take it back,” you order sulkily. “You know I’m an emotional drunk.”

“Fine,” Harry smiles; his eyes are tender when they meet yours. “I take it back, yeah? You’re wonderful.”

You sniffle. “Thank you.”

or

You’re drunk, craving something salty, and a bit too honest for your own good.

Gone Cold*

“My mum came by the other day,” he says suddenly. He’s fully aware that talking about his mother may not be the best tactic out there, but he can’t stand the awkward quiet hanging in the air. “She asked about you.”

You swallow heavily, trying to keep your voice level. “Oh…what did you say?”

“Said you were doing well,” Harry hums, playing idly with the spoons lying on the counter. The metal clangs when they bump against each other, ringing out loudly in the stillness of the room. “She misses you.”

Your smile is sad. “I miss her, too.”

“Think she likes you more than she likes me, to be honest.” Harry chuckles softly. “Always asks me how I was able to let you go.”

You don’t reply.

or

You show up at Harry’s house at the ungodliest of hours, and things get messy before they get better.

Serotonin*

“Welcome, everyone,” Dr. Renault starts, and you turn your attention back to him. He’s standing behind the podium now; there’s a small stack of papers in front of him. “First things first: can you all hear me properly? Or will I need to use a microphone for the duration of this course? I don’t mind.”

A low rumble of responses travel across the room. You shake your head; Margaret and Mateo do the same. You can all hear him just fine.

“Alright,” your professor clears his throat. “My name is Gabriel Renault, but you can call me ‘My Lord’.” He smiles, and the class laughs weakly. Dr. Renault holds out his arm, gesturing to the tattooed man that you’d been studying before. “This is my assistant, Harry. He’ll be grading most of your work this semester, so if you’re looking for someone’s ass to kiss, it should be his.”

Everyone laughs a bit louder this time, including you. Harry steps forward and offers a small smile but doesn’t say anything.

Margaret leans into you. “He’s kind of cute,” she mumbles, shrugging. “In an old-man sort of way.”

or

You find yourself drawn to Harry—the man who dresses like a grandfather and scribbles encouraging little notes on all of your work, and who also happens to be the TA for your class. 

   → Dopamine* (extra)

Trials and Tribulations*

“My tie,” he murmurs, shaking his head. “I forgot to put on my bloody tie.”

You cock your head to the side. “Where is it?” you ask. “I can grab it for you.”

“Should be on the kitchen counter,” he tells you. “I was about to finish up with it before you got here.”

“Sorry about that,” you chuckle, shooting him a playful look as you speed back into the kitchen. Sure enough, Harry’s tie is resting on the counter, folded into a neat little square. You snatch it up quickly, making your way back toward where he’s waiting for you at the door.

“Got it,” you say, holding up the fabric and letting it unfurl with a flourish. Harry takes it from you once you stop in front of him, smiling widely and looping the silk around his neck.

“I like the pattern,” you say, observing the material with eager eyes.

He grins. “Thanks. I’m really into, like, non-traditional designs.”

You nod. “I can tell.”

or

Harry is balancing life as a midwife and a single father, and you’re just trying to make it to the end of nine months.

Polished*

“It doesn’t matter!” you say, looking up at him earnestly. “You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t,” he says. He’s staring at the mirror behind your head, refusing to meet your gaze. “And if it weren’t for me, you would have died.”

“That’s exactly my point!” you cry. You wrap your fingers around his forearm, hoping that the contact is enough to make him understand. “Who says my life is more valuable than yours? Some stupid fucking paycheque? Or—?”

Harry cuts you off before you can say anything else, squishing your cheeks together with his left hand. You make a surprised sound in the back of your throat, your brows knitting together at the suddenness of the action. You’re sure that you must look extremely unappealing, with a puckered mouth and inquisitive eyes, but he just gazes at you solemnly, licking his lips before speaking.

“I would take a bullet for you, no questions asked.” He stresses every syllable, like he doesn’t want to risk any potential misinterpretation of his words. “And not just because it’s my job.”

or

Harry is your bodyguard.

Close Quarters*

“Back door,” Harry tells you, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the exit.

You squawk in surprise. “Are you serious?”

He peers at you from over his shoulder. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

Your eyes are wide, pupils blown out with an unmistakable cloud of lust. He can feel you simmering like a pot that’s about to boil over. You stop in your tracks, and it quells his movements, too. He turns around and opens his mouth to question you, but you seal your lips to his before any words can slip out. His hands shoot upward; one buries itself in your hair while the other clasps firmly around the nape of your neck, keeping you close. You moan wantonly into his mouth, arching your back so that your chests smear together.

“What if someone sees?” you whisper when you both pull back.

Harry smirks. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Your lips move, but no sound comes out.

He snickers; your silence is all the confirmation he needs.

or

Harry’s patience has run out, and you like the thrill of getting caught.

Something Strange

After a brief moment, you give in, sliding your knuckles into his open palm.

“It’s alright, really,” you say, speaking around the lump in your throat. “The piece was tiny—it hardly broke the surface.”

Harry inspects the laceration closely, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

It’s not that serious, you want to tell him, but you refrain from letting the words escape. Part of you is enjoying the way your hands fit together so perfectly. You don’t want it to end—not yet.

“You’re bleeding a bit, babe,” he announces faintly, brows cinched in concentration.

“I am?” You try to tug your arm back, but he keeps a firm grip on your wrist. A low, confused noise echoes in the back of your throat; Harry peers up at you, his features unreadable.

“It’s just a spot,” he murmurs. “Let me.”

And before you can say or do anything else, he’s taking your finger past his lips and giving an easy, gentle suck.

or

Harry is an insufferably arrogant scammer with a secret heart of gold.

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Vodka Cranberry*

“Have I ever told you how cute this is?” you ask, dipping your thumb into the crater of his dimple.

Warm air rushes out of his nose.

“Once or twice, maybe.”

“Good,” you say, arching closer to him. “Because it is.”

He giggles—actually giggles—before dropping to the ground. You gasp at the suddenness of the action.

“What are you—?” you begin, but then his fingers brush the button on your jeans, and it all sinks in. “Not here—Harry, your knees—”

“It’s alright,” he says, grunting. He pulls his own coat off, discarding it effortlessly before shooting you a wry grin. “I like having souvenirs.”

or 

A steamy one-shot based on this ask. (SIGN UP TO BECOME A PATRON!)

The Thrill of the Chase* (IN PROGRESS)

“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.

You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.

You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.

“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”

He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.

“Eat.”

or 

Harry’s simple life is uprooted when he finds you wounded in the woods. 4/4 parts posted.

PART I

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Series:

Il Ritorno (COMPLETE)

“So where will you stay?” you ask, your brows knitting together. Alex shrugs, his gaze falling to the floor.

“I’ll figure somethin’ out.”

For a long moment, nobody speaks. Alex feels awkward, like he’s just ruined the happy mood, and he suddenly becomes very interested in the dirt speckling his black boots.

“Nonsense!” you say loudly, and the confidence in your voice shocks Alex into looking back up at you, his eyes wide. You turn towards your parents, nodding your head assertively before facing him once more. “You’ll stay with us! At least until you find somewhere.”

or

Alex returns home from the battle of Dunkirk and stays with the family of his fellow comrade. He had known the war would be hard, but he wasn’t prepared for the love and loss that would follow in the aftermath. 

I: Il Ritorno*  

II: L’Amato*  

III: Il Devoto*

    → Apericena* (extra)       → Primi Passi* (extra)

Thank God for Sewing Needles (COMPLETE)

Harry clears his throat. “Yeah. Thank you so much.”

“It’s my job, Your Lavishness.” You grin, and he rolls his eyes teasingly, unable to keep the corners of his lips from kinking up.

He usually hugs you after a visit, but you’re sitting behind the counter, and—as much as he hates it—the two of you aren’t alone. You never are.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” Harry asks, backing up as he speaks. The promise pulls at his heartstrings. He says that every time he leaves your shop, but the words never hold true. He only ever sees you when he needs clothing tailored or stitched up. That’s it.

You smile softly at him, but there’s a hint of sadness brewing in your eyes, like you’re thinking exactly the same thing. “See you around, Harry.”

or

Harry’s a prince, you tailor clothes for the royals, and he just really wants to see you happy. 

I: Thank God for Sewing Needles*  

II: Hanging by a Thread*

In The Ring (COMPLETE)

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He sits up too quickly, nearly catching his forehead against the metal of the bar. When he turns around to face you, he finds you doubling back, approaching him and nibbling apprehensively on your bottom lip.

“I actually—,” you pause, like you’re unsure of how to continue, “I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

“Sure,” he says, rubbing his hands over the black shorts covering his thighs. “Go ahead.”

“It might be kind of weird,” you warn. “Don’t laugh at me.”

He shakes his head, blinking solemnly. “I won’t.”

“Would you—,” you begin, and your fingers come up to play with the pendant resting at the base of your throat, “—teach me how to box?”

or

Harry is an underground boxer who may or may not have feelings for his coach’s daughter.

I: Jab 

II: Cross* 

III: Hook 

IV: Uppercut*  

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1923 (COMPLETE)

“Are you upset with me?” Harry asks, digging his hands into his pockets. You’re so taken aback by his question that your head snaps toward him, brows cinched together in confusion.

“What?” The question falls from your lips before you can blink. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

“You won’t even look at me,” he hums, shrugging casually.

“I’m looking at you right now.”

“Not before, you weren’t.”

“I—” you break off, pursing your lips and squeezing your eyes shut. You pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers, trying to keep yourself composed. “I have to go.”

or 

You’re not quite sure how to feel about Harry, the groundskeeper of your estate. 

I: The Day

II: The Week

III: The Month*

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16 Surefire Ways To Have a Happy Mood Instantly

When life throws a million reason to be dejected about, don’t just succumb. Instead, find ways to improve your mood and energy instantly. While in the throes of a bad mood, everything seems bleak. Stay with us here and just do the following:

Take 5 deep breaths with your eyes closed shutting down all the thoughts!!

That would have helped a bit. We suggest you read our blog for X really simple shortcuts that will help you have a happy mood and crackling energy to tackle the day.

Here are the 16 ways to improve your mood instantly and fight depressive feelings:

1. Walk in the sun

Walking in the sun can uplift the mood

The best way to bust a bad mood is by soaking some sun. Research finds that a lack of vitamin D can play havoc with your mood. If you’re working, go for a quick walk or if that’s not possible, then go to a window with ample sunlight and bask in its glory. A walk can also keep you active while the fresh breeze can declutter your mind. The other benefit of vitamin D is weight loss!

But what if a bad mood spell hits you in the night? Then switch on all the lights in the house! In a study, 50% of the people with depression symptoms were immediately relieved when exposed to bright light.  So go on and banish darkness (and bad mood) with bright lights.

2. Pet a dog or cat

Adopting a pet can bring happiness

A study by the University of Missouri found that just spending a few minutes a day playing with a dog improves the levels of feel-good hormones-oxytocin and serotonin in the brain. Now isn’t that great news? Don’t have a pet? In a country like India, stray dogs and cats are plenty to come by. It will do you a world of good if you go outside, feed them some biscuits and play with them.

3. Sniff some scents

Sniffing scent can make your mood better

Not in the best of the mood. Feel them depression symptoms coming up? Light an aromatic candle with orange essential oil or lavender. You could also try having these pleasant scents in your office cubicle or in neat corners of your home. Study finds that a pleasant orange and lavender aroma helped calm anxiety and improve mood in a dental clinic.

4. Shop smartly

Shop smartly for pampering yourself

Whoever said money can’t buy happiness wasn’t entirely true. Money can help you buy great experiences which can lighten even the worse of the moods there is. A survey conducted by the Empire State College among 329 shoppers backs this up. They found that ‘experience shopping’ like going for a movie, having a great meal outing, or enjoying a concert made them happier than those who splurged their money on material things. Plus you get to take your plus 1 or more for such events! So a great family outing can help you fight depression or bad mood swings.

5. Meet and greet with friends

Meet and greet with friends

Just exactly what we have been saying all this while. Everyone has a friend who is the life of a party or a comic one. Time to call them up or best still, meet them for a quick lunch or tea date. You will laugh away your mood blues.

6. Practise yoga and breathing techniques

Practise yoga for good mood

Many people confuse yoga to be an extensive workout regime. While the asanas help loosen stiff muscles, yoga is not just about twisting and turning your body in weird angles. There is a whole world of pranayams which can help train your mind. A trained mind is better able to fight bad mood or depressing thought spirals. We give you these 11 yoga asanas for a better mind and mood.

7. Take a shower

Taking a shower can cheer up the mood

Have you heard the term ‘wash away your blues?’. The way to improve a bad mood instantly is by having a luxurious shower. To make the experience worthwhile, add orange or lavender bath salts to the water. The dual purpose of better skin cleansing and fighting depression. On another note, do drink a lot of water. After all, your body needs pampering too.

8. Get organizing your home or wardrobe

Organizing the wardrobe can make you feel less messy

There is nothing uplifting than finding lost treasures, pictures or an old clothing as you try cleaning your wardrobe. While it may not be a preferred activity for many, doing so keeps your mind away from bad thoughts. When in office, do clean your file cabinet. Who knows, you may stumble upon your gift from your secret santa or an appreciation letter too. Declutter is an instant way to boost your mood up.

9. Play an upbeat song and dance

Play an upbeat song and dance

We give you an upbeat song to groove to. Happy by Pharrell Williams.Keep it running in the background or play it out loud. Do a small jig as you walk around the home or just tap your legs to it. Here is the science to show how music also helped cheer up sick patients in the hospital. Go ahead, improve your mood instantly with an upbeat song.

10. Include these mood-lifting foods

Include fresh foods

Food is the answer to a happy mood. There are plenty of foods that can pep you up with their nutrition. Load up on proteins since they provide tryptophan, the amino acid which forms the building block for feel-good hormone serotonin. Here is the list of 10 high protein foods. Walnuts, kiwi, fish, turkey, pineapples, tomatoes are all good for a happy mood. The best part about including protein is that some of them are rich in omega-3 too. Like fish. Omega-3 fats are also great mood boosters.

Additional good mood foods are Bananas, whole grain foods, berries, raw cacao (mind you, not chocolate, we don’t want you piling on weight in search of mental well being), ginger tea among others.

11. Cook your way to a happy mood

Cooking can help you feel happy

Now that you know what helps to lighten your mood, go invent a recipe or simply try out your grandmama’s special in the kitchen. Cooking and baking seem to have magical mood-lifting powers. Don’t trust us? Go figure if it works for you.

12. Go for a jog outside

Jogging can bring good vibes

There are tons of research on the positives of exercise on clinical depression and mental wellbeing. While we aren’t fighting a demon that huge, a bad mood can be banished pretty quick with an outdoor jog or an indoor jumping jack or skipping. Now you have no reason to mop around.

13. Include the colour green to drive the blues away

Include more of green colour

Psychologists attribute the colour green to happiness. That’s an easy answer to how to improve your mood instantly. Wear a green dress, spend some time with the plants, walk on manicured(or otherwise) lawns, write with a green pen. The possibilities are limitless.

14. Stock up on multivitamins to cover deficiencies

Have the necessary multivitamins

While we highly recommend getting all your nutrients from the food, there is always a possibility of missing out on a few micronutrients. These micronutrients could simply help you feel better. Among them are chromium and folate. Ask your doctor for the recommended dosage of these vitamins to ward off mood swing and fight off depression.

15. Do something new today

Learn a new language

Want to learn a new language? Wanted to know where that strange path close to your home leads to? Or curious about how a new coffee shake will taste? Go ahead and do it. A new addition to an old routine can also improve your mood instantly.

16. Watch a stand-up comedy show

Laugh your way out & lift the mood

Tis the season for stand up comedy. YouTube is bursting with Indian comic talent. While we aren’t promoting it on our blog, but we highly recommend having a hearty laugh. After all, there is plenty of science on the benefits of laughing.

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ingo and emmet get asked a question

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #rosa pokemon #champion iris #mini comic #kiwi's serotonin corner

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ok so. so i've been thinking. there's a lot of zekringo and reshiremmet aus but i've had a Vision

It's thundering in Hisui. Ingo is noticeably distant. It's raining hard enough to flatten a Stunky to the ground with its sheer force and he's standing outside, staring up into the sky, watching lightning strikes and thunderclaps pass with vacant eyes.

Melli's getting. seriously worried. Wind is picking up and Ingo's coat is ripping even more in the gusts with the weight of its own soaked fabric and he's not reacting when he should be. Eventually, Sabi and Akari arrive, both soaked and wind-lashed at the same time. Lord Braviary is ruffled to the max, Cream Cheese huddled next to him, and Sabi shouts that she can take one more on Braviary's back, one in the sling, and Akari circling to make sure no one falls. Ingo doesn't react as the three bustle around him, still staring up at the sky with wide eyes, and Melli's hair starts frizzing up as he gently (no, he didn't, shut up Sabi!) leads Ingo to Braviary's saddle, seating him securely on it. They take off, and immediately it gets windier. Ingo is still looking up, and Melli chances a look up from the sling- all he sees is Lord Braviary's underbelly, but between flaps of quietly powerful wings, he can just barely see a spiraling torrent of dark, horrifying clouds above them fragmenting with lightning.

It gets gustier, and Sabi shouts something above him- something to Ingo, yelling at him to speak up if he has something she needs to hear. Akari is circling when it happens- a hard gust of wind comes in time with a lightning strike, scarily close to Lord Braviary's wing. The noble startles away, jostling everyone onboard- Ingo is the only one who doesn't hang on in time to brace for the wind gust.

Melli just sees a blur- black coat, red stripes- falling past him, then he hears Akari's shriek as Cream Cheese follows, but is forced back up by another gale of wind too sheer for even a Togekiss' dive to pierce. Sabi screams above him, but Lord Braviary doesn't dip or turn even as she cries for him to go for him, please, he fell-!

as it sinks in, it seems like both forever and a moment before it actually registers, but in that time, everything slows down, and it's like the storm breathes.

Something leathery unfurls, like a fan, and then everyone screams as a short, hard updraft knocks them all up through the air, giving them new vantage in the storm. Something roars, low and growling, through the storm, louder than thunder and sharp as a lightning crack, and Melli feels his hair start to stand on end. He looks to his side as lightning strikes- and watches as the strike passes behind a huge dark wing. He loses his breath at the knowledge that they're not alone in this storm, but they can't stop flying until they get to the Pearl Clan settlement- sheltered in a ravine and from the storm.

But, as they fly... the wind is less harsh, and they're surrounded by the sound of it colliding with what sounds like thick leather. Those wings faded in and out of view, only visible if lightning struck at the perfect time behind or in front of them.

Just as they crossed into the Icelands, lightning cracked again, and Melli watched as instead of it going behind, or in front, of the wing... it collided square with it.

And it danced.

A beautiful blue current of electricity spread out from the impact, and from it the entire storm seemed to deflate of energy. It spread further, lighting the entire wing up... further... until Melli could almost make out an armored torso. The lightning crackled, dissipated, but his heart was already in his throat. It was huge, whatever was with them. It roared again, and Melli could see ice quivering from the force and sheer noise of its roar.

And where it flew, them above it... the storm cleaved in two. The clouds remained, but rain stopped. Thunder and lightning crackled in the clouds, but never burst free.

Their flight to the ravine was... easy. Almost pleasant, now. With no rain, with no thunder and lightning, Melli could close his eyes, pretend it was spring with a heavy rain just done. He opened them again when he heard shouting from below, and he looked down. Pink robes mixed and shouted, and against the snow... he could finally see what touched down behind them as Lord Braviary started descending.

A dragon. Massive, as big as some of the caverns under Mount Coronet. Huge wings folded in to smaller winglets coming off the shoulders- it rolled its shoulders as it stretched its neck out, opening blazing red eyes and looking down at the people staring at it. It leaned down a bit, crooning at the three who had landed- Akari stepped forward, past Melli, with shaking legs and holding a cap in cold-red hands. The dragon stepped forward, bowing its head to be level with Akari. Just its head was as big as she was.

It crooned again, nose nudging at the too-familiar cap in her hands. She snatched it away, breath picking up for an instant, and it pulled back a bit, almost like a wounded animal would. It looked at itself, eyes brightening, dulling, before chirping- not unlike how a Chatot would. Those red eyes met Akari's as it nodded, dipped its head again, before it curled up, slowly started melting together, shrinking smaller and smaller until-

Ingo stumbled forward, collapsing into the snow.

#zekrom #warden ingo #subway boss ingo #zekrom ingo #twin dragons au #ish? maybe? #pla akari #pla melli #kiwi's serotonin corner

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so i saw a pose reference and got ~inspired~ cw for very slight blood!

zoom in for better quality!!!

inspired by one of @adorkastock 's drawing ref- specifically this one right here!! only difference is a bat instead of a hammer

#kiwi's serotonin corner #kiwikatdraws #kiwi oc #alum p!alloy #pokemon alloy #cw blood #digital art #its my blorbo and i get to choose to draw them experiencing the horrors

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there's a folk tale in hisui. (PLA SPOILERS)

a prophecy, passed through time itself. it's just whispers and rumors, now, a story told from mother to child to soothe nightmares, legend becoming myth and myth becoming skepticism.

they say a man is coming. a man will be coming to hisui, with a voice such as thunder, loud and booming, with eyes the color of a stormy moon. he will rage once, and when it hits, it hits as a lightning strike, harsh and burning and uncaring of who is in its path. they are told to beware his arrival, but do not cast him out- for where his arrival foretells disaster and chaos, his presence will lead to the solution, preserving the Clans.

with the man will come a child. they will not look special. their arrival is the second warning, the calm before the storm. they will fall, from heights unimaginable, and in their palms they hold the power of the very stars from which they came. they will face an untold darkness, an evil none will know, but their light will burn brighter than any darkness that may befall them.

some versions disagree. many will tell the story as the man having a brother, others will claim that neither are human, something unknown and beyond belief. some will claim that a dragon will come, others claim a god.

the myth has dwindled, told only as it is viewed- a myth, a bedtime story for children.

a golden-haired child looks to his aunt, silver eyes wide as he takes in the story. time passes, he grows old- wide eyes grow bitter, awe shifts to a grim, determined darkness. distortion taints his soul as he flies, tries to reach those stars, grasp their power in his hands.

the sky twists, bends, breaks.

a man falls from the rift, silver eyes wide and confused and lost, voice too-loud for survival and too-sudden. he is silent when he walks, moving as if he takes more Space than he does- yet if you look into his eyes, it's as if lightning streaks across his irises.

three years pass. one night, a comet streaks across the sky.

a girl is found, on the banks of a beach. she knows nothing, yet when you look into her eyes, they shine as the stars would, bright as the sun. no one in the village next to this beach knows of the myth, yet all can agree... something is off about her.

#kiwi's serotonin corner #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #pla akari #zekrom ingo #???? akari #this shall be called #legendary aspect au #this is only the tip of the iceberg btw there is more but i shall have to wait (or schedule posts whoopsies) #cell if you see this thank you SO much for the help fleshing this world out #I ALMOST FORGOT #pla volo

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mermay go brrr

this is @raisans-art 's absolutely STELLAR mer!ingo from their submas merfolk au and besties i am in LOVE so how could i NOT just draw he

#submas merfolk au #subway boss ingo #mermaid #digital aritst #kiwi's serotonin corner

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funny train men go brrr

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon black and white #chandelure #eelektross #kiwi's serotonin corner

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warning. longpost. very long longpost.

so.... au idea. The Nimbasa Trio are all ballet dancers, with Elesa being the prima ballerina and Ingo and Emmet both being ballerinos. However, all three learn the whole dance, so anyone can take any part.

All three of them make up their troupe, and others are learning to dance with them- the protags would be mostly. Skyla is their manager, Drayden keeps them on a tight leash, and they're traveling out of region for a ballet competition in Sinnoh- a prestigious event, one they've been longing to compete in for a long, long time. They arrive in Sinnoh about four months before the actual expo, invited to perform at venues across the region before the official event. Elesa is the prima ballerina of the Nimbasa Trio, and the one who's been dancing the longest. She used to hate dance class, tired with the endless manner lessons and poise and necessary quiet she needed to have. This changed, however, when two quiet twins transfered into her class. They became close friends, going through en pointe training together, and all three decided to strike out together. She makes their uniforms and helps the boys with trickier moves.

Ingo is one of the two ballerinos of the Nimbasa Trio, and he and his twin were transfered into their lifelong friend's, Elesa's, ballet class during their youth. This started their journey, and all of them stuck together through all their lessons. He's more proficient with en pointe than Emmet is, yet is worse at bearing weight than his twin is. He takes care of cooking most days, and helps Emmet to launder their uniforms after long days.

Emmet is the other and last ballerino in the Trio. He's not as good with going en pointe, but he does have shoes for if he has to. Emmet's strength lies in his physical strength- he's the one who's able to pick up and throw his brother or Elesa for high leaps in choreography.

The Pearl Clan is an up and coming Sinnohan ballet school, with many students participating to learn how to dance. The only ballerinas and ballerinos in the Pearl Troupe, however, are the best of the best in their classes.

Lian is one of the most proficient young ballet dancers in the Pearl Clan. He was allowed to follow the Troupe along on tour, and will follow them to the Sinnohan Ballet Expo. He will have minor parts in the choreo, but he aches to have a fuller part after he proves his skills in the Expo.

Irida is just barely 18 and already a very skilled pointe dancer. She can't be called a ballerina yet- she doesn't have the skill needed for that title yet- but she's on a steady road to it. She's in a stubborn rivalry with Adaman, the leader of a rival troupe and an equally skilled dancer.

Gaeric is a ballerino, and he's the male lead of the Troupe's dancers. Where Lian is heading, Gaeric has the responsibility of spotting the prima ballerina of the Troupe during dance, catching her and making sure she stays safe. If something goes wrong midair, he's the one to catch her.

Palina is the prima ballerina of the Pearl Troupe, and she's the most senior of the group- and the tallest. She keeps everyone in line with team manager Calaba's help, and makes sure everyone is on track to improve the best they can.

When crossing Mt. Coronet, going to a nearby venue they're performing at, the Pearl Troupe finds an interesting sight. A man, crumpled on the road, in a ripped dance uniform and with a broken, crumbled car almost on top of him. Calaba was at the venue, keeping their hotel room for them, and they had the van. There was no phone, no I.D.- there could have been one in the broken car, but Palina didn't trust anyone to not get injured on shards of metal or glass. They'll bring the stranger along, she decided, and they'd launder his uniform, and they'd have Calaba help him because they were closer to their venue than any hospital, and they'd find whoever he came with.

...

His name was Ingo. He... danced. He did some sort of dance, that he remembered. But when he looked at his bound and cast wrist, looked at the bandages wrapping his head in the mirror, let the young adult help him across the room as people murmured behind him.... his mind fell short.

At the venue, Emmet bit his lip, trying in vain to connect to Ingo. They performed in 15 minutes, and his brother was still not here.

It would be three months before he saw him again.

#submas #submas au #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #clan leader irida #warden palina #warden lian #warden gaeric #pokemon #sinnoh #ballet #ballet au #car crash mention #hmmmm #uwu #kiwi's serotonin corner

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rising up from what once

aka silly ieytd au friends have been making and i've been exploding over

#kiwi's serotonin corner #kiwikatdraws #i expect you to die #ieytd fandom #agent phoenix #fanart #ieytd fanart

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ARCEUS IS TINY

ARCEUS IS THE SHORTEST OF THE CREATION (TECHNICALLY) QUAD

ITS SO SMALL

ITS SO TINY

#pokemon arceus #kiwi's serotonin corner #PLEASE #PLEASE IM WRITING FOR THE #legendary aspect au #BUT #I HAD TO CHECK SOMETHING AND IM SO GLAD I DID #the mental image this gave me is so pristine /pos #this is bringing me a disproportionate amount of joy

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lore for the legendary aspect au (PART TWO)

beware my brainrot cannot be contained (it will be below a read more because it is LONG) (spoilers for bw, bw2, pla!)

Similar to Aspects are Facets. Facets are similar, in that it is a Legendary and human soul in one body. There is one crucial difference, though, and it is that both souls are twined together into one. Legendaries cannot control when this happens- it is a natural part of their life cycle, a reincarnation of sorts. When it's natural, it's an unconscious effect- the Legendary will go to sleep the night before, and slumber in the soul of the newly-born Facet until an appropriate age to awaken. It’s similar to reincarnation, and often Facets will form more often after injuries to a Legendary accumulate enough to significantly wound it, due to the long lifespan of many Legendaries.

This is Ingo and Emmet’s case. A prototype of Team Plasma was working for a long time to find the Dragons- they were found, and in the resulting fight, lucky Fairy-type hits injured both Dragons severely. They fled, but the wounds were too great- Reshiram and Zekrom curled up together, falling unconscious. Zekrom was the first to fall, and Reshiram roughly 10 minutes after. The exact time the Dragons fell, their souls were attached to Ingo and Emmet’s as the twins took their first breaths. Zekrom and Ingo have two identities, but are one being- the same with Reshiram and Emmet. They are wholly Ingo and Emmet until a proto-Plasma attack trying to take the twins causes manifestation out of a traumatic response, and it takes until their late teen years to fully transform into the Legends and not baby pre-evolution like forms. 

There are some crucial differences between Aspects and Facets due to this. Facets are much, much rarer- as they only form when Legendaries die or are injured enough to be ‘killed’- and this is incredibly rare. The only other known Facet is a Facet of Latias. Opposed to Aspects, who can spend their entire lives without changing form, Facets must, at the very least, show manifestations regularly- if they show physical manifestations and allow instincts regularly, full transformations do not need to happen more than semi-regularly. For Ingo and Emmet, who see the Battle Subway and the entire subway system as their hoard and keep hoard items in their offices and home, it is no struggle. 

Ingo and Emmet have no trouble with this- until the first Team Plasma invasion. Reshiram is the one to fall to Plasma, and through the Stone being held by N, Reshiram is controlled by the Team. Emmet is absent from the Battle Subway in this duration of time. In the Neo Plasma invasion, Zekrom is the one who gets stolen- the team uses Iris’ publicized Aspect ceremony to draw the Dragons out, and Ingo goes to keep his brother safe. He transforms into Zekrom and enters the hideaway of Neo Plasma with N and Hilda at his side, and this is when the fusion machine is used, and he is forcefully assimilated with Kyurem. This causes so many issues across the board for Iris and Emmet- Iris begins manifesting similarities to Ingo in both personality and traits and Emmet has a lot of issues emotionally surrounding it. At the battle for Black Kyurem, Emmet is present as Reshiram- the Battle Subway is closed for this. 

This all changes when Ingo is dragged into Hisui. 

Due to injuries to Ingo while he was in human form- a less durable form- Ingo still undergoes amnesia- which is only worsened with exposure to the Distortion Realm while injured and a rough landing. Due to this, Zekrom is suppressed unconsciously- as Ingo is surrounded by prejudice to Pokémon, he begins actively suppressing the Dragon, which actually makes the amnesia worse. 

Pokémon act different, too. When Ingo is around, it’s a mix between them being reverent and accepting of the Legendary in their midst, them bolting from the power hidden in him, and being actively aggressive towards Ingo due to him being such a ‘weak’(repressed) Legendary. Ingo does gain many scars from this. It’s the arrival of Akari, and the resurgence of instincts she provides, that eventually breaks that suppression.

this will, again, be continued

#long post #very long post #legendary aspect au #kiwi's serotonin corner #warden ingo #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2

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so i had a vision for the legendary aspect au

Its son howled, tortured muscles bulging under blue scales, energy crackling over his limbs as he convulsed, before-

He slammed into a shimmering wall of energy, reeling back and squawking. As it bound down, shouldering him away, the golden haze cleared from his eyes, enough to comprehend, before-

Its daughter shrieked back, stumbling away from the attack. She shook her head, screaming as that same golden energy shuddered over pearlescent scales. At the noise, that golden haze closed, and he thrashed, slamming his body into its flank and rooting his hooves into the ground. 

As it had before, and as it would, its heart ached. 

Its daughter shook her head again, squinting at it and her brother. Letting a low, pained cry out, she sank to the floor, legs folding as she hunched over, tucking head under a long, horse-like leg. 

Arceus shoved its hooves further into the starscape below them, leaned further into its son and pushed. Dialga let a thin, reedy cry out as his hooves skidded through stars, displacing them as he scrabbled for purchase against his adi. And it was so small next to him, barely coming up to his flank yet still overpowering its son.

It pained Arceus to see them like this. See them both like this.

(Was its lost child also in pain? Were they writhing in agony alone, shrieking into the Distortion Realm as they suffered through the pain of the frenzy?) Dialga broke contact, cry morphing, twisting into a loud shriek. He backed up, silver plating bristling as his maw dropped open, energy gathering, and Arceus leapt into movement it only had a moment-

The Judgement slammed into Dialga’s face, and it couldn’t help its physical reaction at the resulting scream. It planted its hooves, braced for another, but…

Its son staggered back, away. The golden glow… faded, but didn’t disappear. 

That was… not good, but not bad, either. Either way, it seemed it wouldn’t have to deal with its son for a short while- he was visibly dazed, head drooping and swaying as he stumbled over his own hooves. 

Palkia, too, seemed to be calm. As calm as she could be- she was still hiding under her own leg, head buried in a leg in the absence of arms to wrap around it, and where she trembled, she didn’t move to lunge, attack Arceus as her brother was.

It had Time. 

Arceus paced, gently displacing stars as it patrolled between its children.

Time and Space had blurred as it fought its children. Even now, it could feel stress building, pounding in the back of its head- from the power it had relegated to taking over Dialga and Palkia’s jobs, from the power doing its level best to seal the Rift (even with its failures), the energy still fruitlessly searching for Giratina… it was compounding, even as Arceus closed its eyes, sorted through every power source being expended.

As it did, it could feel exhaustion start to settle in, a dull ache as it kept moving, stayed vigilant. It had been fighting near-nonstop with Dialga- now was the longest time it had had to rest.

It had been controlling Dialga and Palkia’s powers for a month, trying to mitigate Giratina’s realm for three years- something had happened, a burst of Distortion energy. And then…

The power that was searching for its child.

It still hadn’t found Giratina, couldn’t feel anything other than a distortion in a human’s aura- but how would Giratina have broken through, when Arceus’ people wiped all mentions of them out after their rampage? How would Giratina have made it out of the Distortion Realm?

Arceus… didn’t want to. But it needed more power. Needed to ration out more to Space and Time and Distortion.

Reluctantly, it gently tugged on the trembling thread, drawing its power back to itself. It could search for Giratina when it had more time.

(who knew when that would be?) As its power settled back into place, warmth cascaded through its muscles, sending energy bolting through its veins. Arceus shook its mane out, drew itself together before locking its knees, letting itself

drift.

It scoured the timeline with the new energy it had at its disposal, hunting for the catalyst, trying to find what exactly had sparked this.

As it searched, it felt… something. A distortion, a blip in the timeline.

The feeling of fury, dark and tainting.

Arceus furrowed its brows, delving further into the timeline. Finding the exact thread of the rope, it gently tugged, dragging it out of the general timeline so it could follow it.

A young devotee, a Celestic by blood and upbringing. One of Arceus’ own, golden hair and silver eyes dark in rage as he commanded Arceus’ own child in destruction.

And… as it followed his thread of life, he could watch as the timeline paused, stuttered to a halt, and then…

…The child would end it all. He was hurtling down a path that none could stop, none but Arceus itself, and it would result in the end of the world, the death of all. Not even its power would be able to stop the timeline spiraling into chaos, threads bursting apart and ripping under the weight of Space itself as all that could be known ripped itself apart at the seams.

…Arceus could not stop him. It was preventing the fall of this world, but… as soon as this child acted, ripped the sky in two, it was a fate predestined. Arceus would fall, as all would, and all left behind would be a blip in a nonexistent sky.

…It could not stop him from where it was.

But if it were on earth, in Hisui, it could.

…Arceus could not be there itself. But it could send its power.

It drew the energy from the search for Giratina closer, drawing it in, compressing, squeezing it down until it formed a core of light near white-hot in appearance.

It had done this before, had splintered its power off and formed the fragment into a being all its own. It almost didn’t even need to think as it focused, gently drawing a spark of life into being in the light, letting it take its own reins and create itself.

Dialga shifted, a low murmur trembling through the air. It turned its head, watching as that golden light sparked along his frame- but he just settled, tucking his head under a long limb and whimpering quietly.

Seeing its son in pain sparked pain deep in its gut, clawing at the inside of its ribs and burning against its flesh, but it closed its eyes, took a breath and forced itself to turn away from the prone shape of its son, back to the tiny ball of light curling up mid-air. It was forming quickly, a tiny, generic body lengthening out of the light, and it closed its eyes, drew on the knowledge washing in from all pieces of itself, all traveling with a human.

Dark hair formed, and Arceus watched with invisible eyes as silver eyes solidified, darkening into a coal color, before covering in dewy pale eyelids. Soft and unblemished, a soft peach flushed its cheeks as fingers and toes formed, limbs held tight to a torso. And it shifted, and Arceus focused, and…

Slowly, slowly, it could see hips forming, thickening out in the way it knew human females’ did. Young, no shape yet, but still…

…something about her was familiar to Arceus.

It delved into its others as it watched the process, bony shoulders jutting out before fat and muscle started to layer up, padding her frame out. 

And… there.

It tugged mentally on the strongest influence, drawing it closer. Dawn, from Sinnoh- the Hero that had solved the Galactic crisis. She was sleeping, now, thin T-shirt and shorts fitting for the warm weather.

Fitting that one hero should influence another.

Satisfied, it gently let the other float away, turning back to the creation of its own. She was fully formed, now, and as it watched her pale skin was covered, clothing similar to what Dawn was wearing.

As Arceus watched, her chest twitched, up and down, before-

A thin, raspy cry, a gasp for breath. Her entire body twitched, and it could hear a heart start to beat, delicate and oh-so-strong as her breathing settled into a rhythm.

Every time Arceus made a Fragment, it could hardly believe the process. It had made many, breathed its own life into them, felt energy slowly split off of it and morph into something all its own. It had watched them grow, become their own beings, and it had watched them fall, isolated from society and Pokémon both. It had watched them travel, and it had watched their struggles, their inability to connect to people or to Pokémon in a meaningful way that all beings needed. 

Part of it wondered if it was its own curse. Arceus, creator of all, a being created to be so high above the world that none could reach it. Did that transfer over to its Fragments? 

Its Fragment shifted in her sleep, hands flexing and curling as she stretched out. Her limbs were slender and long, similar to its own, and Arceus drew closer, tilting its head as it stared her down. She arched her back, shimmering light drifting away from her as her arms pushed the air in front of her, and a long, frame-shaking yawn racked her body as she curled back up. Delicate fingers curled up over her heart, and the light returned, flocking to its own and cloaking her limbs.

…Light.

Arceus stepped closer, gently nudging its forehead into its light’s.

Akari. Her name shall be Akari.

Akari shifted, blinking dark eyes open. Arceus stepped back, almost thoughtlessly tugging on Dawn’s influence to create a device, a… phone, they call it. It let it form in the back of its mind, stepping further back as Akari blinked, eyes flashing wide as she started looking around.

The phone looked like it, golden points arcing off of it, white surrounding a screen. With a thoughtless impulse, it sent the phone drifting towards her.

Golden highlighted her face as she blinked, reaching forward and gently grabbing the phone. Turning back to it, she opened her mouth, like she was to speak, but… didn’t, mouth closing as she took another breath.

Arceus dipped its head, closing its eyes and sending a thin thread of its power through worlds, connecting a tenuous thread to Hisui. 

Akari curled up around the phone, her eyes drifting shut as it pulled her closer.

Dialga let a low murmuring noise out, growling as he shook his head. Arceus was running out of time.

It closed its eyes, pulled that connection taut, and then poured power into it, strengthening it, widening it until a body could make it through. It could feel the restraints sapping away, Time and Space leaping at the free reign they had just been given, and Arceus veered power off beat them back as it focused of opening a connection getting its Fragment to Hisui safe-

Akari disappeared, in a bright spray of light. As soon as Arceus felt her presence vanish, fading to a bright spot in the comfortably fuzzy static of humanity, it slammed on the power, ripped it back-

Dialga cried out, the sound a shriek, and Arceus couldn’t spin in time. Energy slammed into its back, sending it stumbling forward, and as soon as it happened it felt its control over Time and Space snap-

It spun, pulling all its power into it, and the stars themselves brightened as golden light ripped through the starscape-

Dialga shrieked in pain as he was blasted back, tottering head over back and toppling over into the stars. Palkia shrieked as she hunkered down, shrinking back as Arceus closed its eyes, shoved its power into that golden frenzied light, corralled it and hauled-

It could feel impact ringing through the earth, the shrieks of four frenzies in unison. 

Arceus closed its eyes, taking a breath, before sealing the hole the energy had ripped out of. It could not help Hisui, not anymore. 

The only one that could was sleeping on a beach, blissfully unaware of the world it had thrust her into.

I am sorry, my child, it whispered into the air. 

None were there to listen.

#legendary aspect au #pokemon arceus #arceus #dialga #palkia #technically not giratina :( #kiwi's serotonin corner #pla akari #arceus akari #oneshot #fanfiction #yeah i just wrote a whole fanfic in tumblr #also lmbo arceus was angsting over it but there's a whole reason it doesn't often create fragments #may or may not make a lore post #feeling cute

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when i start posting my brainrot its over for yall

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