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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 25

Summary: What the hell did Ingo and Emmet do, and will they survive it? (I am sorry for keeping these recent chapter summaries vague, which defeats the point of them I guess)

Author’s Note: Uhhhh this got trippier than I expected. Enjoy?

CW: Body Horror

Thank you @furiouskettle for turning the submas guys into Sneasels! We couldn’t have gotten here without you!

(Shippers DNI)

Giratina fell out of the sky. The other pokemon scattered to avoid the resulting splash of ooze when they fell into the pool. Giratina was halfway sunk into the pool of concentrated power. Their fountain-wings hanged low, as did their head. The random attacks from their body ceased. A strange quietness came over Spear Pillar.

Eelektross’ body was more holes than Eelektross. He floated over to where Emmet and Ingo were hiding before and found the Toxic Plate. At least they were wise enough to not take the final Plate with them, Eelektross thought.

Sneasler leaped off her pillar onto a spot on Giratina’s back that was not covered with goo. She stood over the open wound Ingo and Emmet jumped into. No bubbles or other signs of life were in the ooze, but they had to be in there. Sneasler raised an arm, and, after a moment of hesitation, she dug in.

“Lady Sneasler!” Irida said.

“Lady Sneasler, that’s not going to do anything!” Adaman said.

Sneasler felt mud, wind, and an indescribably weird feeling in her claws. She scooped out as much of the ooze as she could, letting it splash down Giratina’s sides. But Sneasler’s assessment of Giratina melting was more accurate than she imagined. By the time her claws completely melted away, she found nothing but more of the dark liquid. The goop stuck to her arms was the only thing preventing the scene from becoming blood-soaked.

“That’s enough…” Cyllene’s voice was weak. The ooze ate away at her chest and waist more than it already did. She had no idea how she was alive.

“They saw what this stuff does…!” Irida turned her body to look at her missing leg. Like with Cyllene, the goop began eating into the rest of her body.

��Something is up. Something has to be up! They wouldn’t just…” Sneasler almost put her claws on her head until she remembered that they were eaten and her stumps covered by an eroding slime.

Eelektross held his claws to his mouth. He felt something well up in his eyes, but then he noticed the lack of frantic fire crackling from his partner. “…Chandelure, you’re rather calm about this,” Eelektross said.

Chandelure hopped in the air and told their friend what they knew.

Eelektross double-taked at Chandelure. “…I’m sorry, what? What do you mean “he’s still alive”?!”

Sneasler perked up. She ran toward Spiritomb. She grabbed him by the keystone with the sides of her arms to directly face him. “You! You sense souls! Is Chandelure right?!”

“W-Well!” Spiritomb collected himself, even with his keystone slowly being eaten away. “I sense Ingo’s and Emmet’s souls inside Giratina, but it’s not the same as when I sense the souls of the dead. Yeah, they’re still alive!”

***

Ingo and Emmet floated down through a mud they couldn’t see in. For Emmet, it boiled and burned his body, and the fire dug deeper with each inch he travelled. For Ingo, the ooze swirled around in a tornado-like fashion, dizzying him down. Despite the abuse and foreign environment, they retained awareness of the other. Ingo and Emmet could not see where they were going, but they had a terminal they needed to reach. And that kept the two from falling apart once more.

They both landed on their feet. A water-like liquid came up to their ankles. It matched the appearance of the ooze that erupted from Giratina’s body, but it did not melt their feet on contact. It still had a horrid texture that made their fur stand up, though.

The next thing they noticed was the landscape. The sea of ooze stretched to the infinity, as did the red sky. Red drenched everything in sight, even the twins. Waterfalls of ooze stretched into the sky with the top impossible to see. Red light reflected off the waterfalls and formed vague, unrecognizable images.

Ingo and Emmet heard Giratina’s roar. They turned to the direction of the sound. Giratina was held down with several Red Chains anchored to the ground. Giratina in their Origin Forme already towered over the pokemon in real life, but the Sneasels felt more like pebbles underneath a railroad gazing up at a passing train. Surrounding Giratina was several semi-translucent force fields of different colors stacked over each other. At the top of the domes, energy streamed onto Giratina’s body.

“We are alive. I am verrrry surprised,” Emmet said.

“I must admit, I did not expect us to arrive at a destination,” Ingo said. “But what a strange destination we reached!”

“We are inside Giratina’s mind,” Emmet said. He approached a barrier. Upon closer inspection, the outermost one had a distinct white sheen. Emmet held up a hand and touched the barrier. Emmet yelped and jumped backwards, landing on his back in the ooze.

“Emmet! Did you take any injuries?” Ingo asked.

“I am fine… But that was strange. I got hit by Giga Impact.” Emmet stood back up and shook off the ooze on his fur and coat.

“Giga Impact… Oh, I see! These barriers must be the way the Plates manifested in Giratina’s mind! Based on this logic, you were attacked by the Blank Plate,” Ingo said.

Ingo approached the barrier. Prepared for the attack, he formed a Poison Jab right before contacting it. Ingo was knocked back from the power Emmet felt, but he ran at it again, this time with Drain Punch. He and the barrier collided head-on, competing for who will best the other. Cracked formed and propagated out from Ingo’s attack. Then it exploded. White sparkles floated down. The sparkles and the next barrier layer – a maroon one that managed to stand out among the red environment – were the only hints of color in the landscape that were not red.

Emmet noticed Ingo’s surprised look. “Normal-type pokemon are weak to fighting-type moves. That is basic battling knowledge,” he said.

The white sparkles coalesced into themselves. After a burst of white light, the Blank Plate formed and flew straight up until neither Ingo nor Emmet could see it.

“Excellent! We need to use super-effective attacks on the barriers to retrieve the Plates!” Ingo said.

“We have a strategy now. Are ready for departure?” Emmet asked.

“Not quite.” Ingo tipped his cap to the Almighty pokemon. “Good day, Giratina! My name is Ingo, and the fellow next to me is Emmet. We are here to rescue you from the 17 Plates and the Red Chain! However, there will be a brief delay to our departure. Once we have completed our preparations, we will be able to assist you without further delay!”

As Ingo thought of his ideal moveset to defeat the Plates, he heard something in the back of his mind. It was whispering, incoherent to his ears but familiar in tone. He tried to get his thoughts back on track, but the muttering drew him away with each attempt, as he could not focus with the background noise.

***

Soon after Spiritomb announced that the twins were alive, something flew out of Giratina’s back.

“Is that what we think it is?” Spiritomb asked as he looked into the sky.

The Plate fell at Adaman’s feet. Eelektross grabbed the Plate, balancing it between the tips of two claws.

“No way! That’s the Blank Plate,” Sneasler said.

Another Plate erupted from Giratina’s back, this time landing near Chandelure.

“And that’s the Draco Plate!” Sneasler said, pointing at the item with the stump of her arm.

“They’re… removing the Plates from Giratina directly?” Beheeyem asked. “Incredible…”

“My sweet Beheeyem, please stop praising them and help Spiritomb possess Giratina,” Togekiss said.

“How come? We need to get the Plates out of Giratina,” Beheeyem said.

“That is true, but if they can remove the Plates from inside-” Togekiss said.

“Then they can remove the Red Chain, too!” Irida finished Togekiss’ statement.

“Is that right?” Sneasler asked while looking directly at Spiritomb. With a wicked grin, she raised Spiritomb up and threw his keystone toward and past the edge of Spear Pillar.

Spiritomb retreated into his slowly disintegrating keystone out of instinct but fearing the worst. But with the last of her strength, Togekiss flew off Spear Pillar and grabbed Spiritomb with her feet. Once her feet melted away, though, she had to swoop down and grab him with one of her wings. She had just enough strength and momentum to carry her back to Spear Pillar.

Once Togekiss flew to relative safety, Spiritomb sent one of his souls out to invade Giratina through their mouth. Before he could enter, Irida used Shadow Ball on the tiny spirit, knocking it back to his main body. Team Wish, then, went to the defensive position while Irida, Adaman, Rei, and Eelektross went after the team.

***

After a moment of re-remembering moves, Ingo and Emmet found a moveset that could cover most of the weakness of the Plates. Emmet’s movset was Dark Pulse, Ice Beam, Dig, and Aerial Ace. Ingo’s moveset was Drain Punch, Poison Jab, Iron Tail, and Quick Attack. The final move could not strike any weaknesses, but instead he kept the attack for movement purposes.

At first, their strategy was perfect. Ingo and Emmet destroyed each outer barrier, sent the Plate back to the outside, and attacked the one underneath the last one. Giratina began to fight back against the chains, but it only manifested as them wriggling about. They were still firmly a prisoner of their own mind.

All went well until they encountered a deep blue barrier. Ingo touched it to confirm its typing. He flew through the air as the barrier used Water Spout. Emmet’s call echoed through the mindscape. Ingo landed on the floor, but instead of meeting a solid surface, his body broke through the liquid and floated in the ooze. He had no way of knowing how deep it went, but he could not feel the bottom. He gasped, accidentally swallowing liquid. It tasted like nothing, but the texture made him sick.

Ingo felt a tug at his coat’s collar. Emmet pulled his brother out of the floor. “I found you! …Do you need help?” Emmet asked.

“Emmet… are you certain you don’t know any grass or electric-type moves?” Ingo asked.

“Nope. I cannot learn any electric or grass-type attack.” Emmet had tried numerous times in the past, but none of the TMs ever worked. He couldn’t even learn Freeze Dry, an ice-type move that water-type pokemon were weak to. He and Ingo had decided in the past to rely on Eelektross to handle the blind spot in their overall offensives.

“This is a major delay. If we can’t ram the Splash Plate’s barrier head-on, how can we progress on our route?” Ingo tried to think of another solution, but the whispering in the back of his mind distracted him from thinking with clarity.

Giratina roared again in response to the twins. Giratina opened their eyes, whose red glow cut through the sky and the barriers. Their body came to life and crackled with electricity. Giratina had relearned Thunderbolt and aimed at the Splash Plate’s barrier. The blue force field turned into dust and into the Splash Plate.

“Thank you for your assistance, Giratina!” Ingo said. “Now we can proceed again!”

***

Outside of Giratina, Sneasler and Laventon ran around to catch the Plates as they flew out of Giratina’s back. Though Team Wish was backed into a corner, their adversaries suffered as many injuries as they did. Adaman lost a front leg and shoulder after getting knocked into the pool from Beheeyem’s Psychic. Irida was on her way to losing her other back leg. Rei’s tail melted off after an unwise Dig attempt at Spiritomb. But Eelektross suffered the most damage from the ooze. The lower half of his body fell off and landed in the giant pool when he accidentally collided with Giratina’s “wings”.

But as more Plates flew out of Giratina, the pool of ooze surrounding them shrunk and dried up further. The gold color returned to Giratina’s armor and horns. The color corresponding to it Plate disappeared from Giratina’s stripes.

Sneasler saw a yellow Plate erupt. “That’s the last one! The Zap Plate!”

Chandelure used Psychic on their special band and wrapped the Zap Plate up. They lowered it into Sneasler’s basket. Though it had holes from splashes of the ooze, the basket held true. All 18 Plates were stacked inside. Chandelure used Psychic on the basket’s lid to close it.

With the Plates all gone, the pool of ooze completely dried up, leaving behind a crater. Giratina’s wings solidified. The wound in their back completely closed. Giratina was still unconscious. Spiritomb and Chandelure felt Ingo’s and Emmet’s souls sit inside the Almighty pokemon.

“We got them all!” Sneasler pointed to Team Wish. “How does it feel to lose?!”

“We didn’t lose yet. We still have the Red Chain on Giratina,” Spiritomb said.

“And you better hope your little brothers’ minds are stronger than yours, Sneasler,” Togekiss said.

Sneasler narrowed her eyes at Togekiss. “The hell are you talking about?”

“We crafted multiple Red Chains for a strategic reason,” Beheeyem said. “If one Chain corresponded to one pokemon, then destroying one single Chain will not free everyone else as well. But the Red Chain can take over multiple pokemon at once.”

Sneasler’s heart dropped. “YOU BASTARDS!” She ran to Togekiss and Spiritomb. With her claws gone, the only attack she could use was Aerial Ace. She jumped and intended to drop-kick them.

“W-What is Beheeyem and Togekiss implying?” Rei asked the guildmasters.

Togekiss narrowly avoided Sneasler’s attack by using a pillar part as cover. “Giratina! Do not let the Subway Masters break your chain! And Ingo and Emmet, if you can hear me…“ Togekiss sported a dreadful smile on her face. Again, she truly looked like her old trainer in that moment. “DO NOT BREAK THE RED CHAIN!”

“We won’t even need to possess Giratina to stop them!” Spiritomb said. “Either those two destroy the Red Chain, or the Red Chain takes control of them, too!”

“DON’T LISTEN TO THEM!” Sneasler shouted until her voice squeaked. “YOU’RE INGO AND EMMET! IF ANYONE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH FULL STEAM AHEAD, IT’S YOU!”

***

Emmet Dug up from underneath the ooze and struck the yellow barrier. Soon after, the Zap Plate formed and disappeared into the outside world.

“We collected all the Plates!” Emmet said. “That was fun!”

“Bravo, Emmet! But our duties are not completed for the day.” Ingo counted the number of Red Chain copies physically holding down Giratina’s projection of themselves. “There are twenty chains for us to destroy, Emmet. Giratina, allow us to help you decouple from the Red Chain!”

Giratina glared at Ingo and Emmet. “No.”

Giratina’s mindscape played the command that issued to them. “Giratina! Do not let the Subway Masters break your chain! And Ingo and Emmet, if you can hear me… DO NOT BREAK THE RED CHAIN!”

The voices in the back of Ingo’s and Emmet’s minds transformed from annoying whispers to unavoidable shouting. “DO NOT BREAK THE RED CHAIN! DO NOT BREAK THE RED CHAIN! DO NOT BREAK THE RED CHAIN!” said the voice on repeat. They covered their ears to no relief. The voice – Togekiss’ voice - was inside them.

The words rumbled their bones, making the twins fall onto their knees. Ingo caught himself before he dove into the depths of the ooze again.

Emmet, who did fall into the pool, picked himself up but found his muscles weakened. “I, Emmet, do not like this announcement!”

“…Emmet, we are inside Giratina’s mind, correct?” Ingo asked, hoping Emmet would hear him through the pain. “Since Giratina is under the control of the Red Chain, is it possible for their Red Chain to affect us?”

Emmet stood still while he processed Ingo’s theory. The joy he felt from retrieving the Plates vanished. In fact, a lot of something in Emmet vanished. An empty feeling, like when Ingo vanished in front of him, took over his body. The hollow sensation worsened when the voice in his head shifted from the achingly sweet Togekiss…

To Ingo’s voice. It was Ingo telling him to not destroy the Red Chain.

“I am… Emmet. Follow the rules… We… We cannot… b-break!” Emmet fought with the words that tried to crawl out. He covered his mouth with both hands. He looked at Ingo with glowing eyes. His body shook.

“Emmet! Please grant me your full attention!” the real Ingo said. He, likewise, heard the Red Chain imitate Emmet. He crawled and waded through the ooze to get to Emmet. “I know you can stay on course. You know the rules to follow.” He placed a hand on Emmet’s shoulder. His brother was on the verge of derailing.

The Red Chain, as a manifestation of Togekiss’ will, manipulated Emmet’s knowledge. He couldn’t tell which Ingo – the one in his head or the one in front of him – was real. Emmet grabbed Ingo’s arm and squeezed tightly. The one he could feel had to be the real one, right? But Ingo was a human, not a Sneasel…

“I am here for you, Emmet! Stay focused on our goal!” Ingo propped Emmet’s arm along his shoulders. The Red Chain was trying to trick him, too, but Ingo focused on the Sneasel in front of him to drown out the false voice. Emmet saved him from the Red Chain before; Ingo had to return the favor. “I will support you to the end of the line and beyond!”

Emmet stared into the distance, but he nodded from Ingo’s words.

“I can see twenty chains on Giratina. We can begin our route and strike them together! Are you ready for departure, Emmet?” Ingo asked.

Emmet nodded again.

Ingo launched himself and Emmet using Quick Attack. He aimed to the chain closest to them. Emmet instinctually used Ice Beam on the chain, forming several spikes of icicles that blossomed out from the red. Emmet wasn’t sure if he trying to stop or help this Ingo, but when Ingo switched his attack to Drain Punch and struck the ice, he realized he was helping him. The Red Chain shattered like glass into red dust.

Emmet’s head hurt. By helping one of the Ingos, he broke the rules of the other, and he was not supposed to break the rules.

Giratina roared from the attack. They used Earth Power, sending eruptions of energy up from the liquid floor. Ingo Quick Attacked to dodge, but when he realized he would collide with another explosion, Emmet Aerial Aced them up and accidentally struck a chain. The chain exploded into dust.

“You can destroy the Red Chain now? Bravo, Emmet!” Ingo said as he and Emmet fell back to the ground. Ingo felt something pull him back to the ground, and the exhaustion of resisting the Red Chain’s effects caught up to him. His eyes glowed red, too.

Ingo’s emotions went out of his control and into the Red Chain’s. Ingo’s legs shook to the point he could no longer stand. “Emmet…! I… I…” The pain, the grief, the terror was too much for him. He couldn’t even figure out how to communicate what was wrong with him.

Emmet realized that the Ingo next to him was buckling under the weight of the Red Chain. He saw an unsure, terrified Ingo next to him. Even if he was almost completely sure the Ingo next to him was a fraud, Emmet knew that was no good for him. “Ingo, you have a duty to fulfill, right? You have 18 stops remaining, but you can only go to one at a time. Reach one stop, complete your visit, and move on to the next.”

“I can’t do it… I'm not qualified. I can't do it!” Ingo’s tears flowed and dripped into the ooze. He never knew he could cry like that. He wanted to give up. He was on the verge of giving in.

A voice – this one completely unlike the Red Chain’s – rang out in a sharp tone like a train whistle. “DON’T LISTEN TO THEM!”

“Sneasler?” Ingo and Emmet looked up and asked at the same time.

“YOU’RE INGO AND EMMET!” Sneasler’s message broke through the sky. “IF ANYONE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH FULL STEAM AHEAD, IT’S YOU!”

Ingo’s gaze focused back to reality. Sneasler was counting on them. Their pokemon were counting on them. Guildmaster Irida, Adaman, the Pearl Guild, Team Galaxy, the Nobles, everyone depended on them. That reminder was enough to break Ingo through his paralyzing fear. “…Eighteen stops. We can visit eighteen stops with little obstacles.”

Emmet nodded. He pushed the voice back, and his fury returned. How dare he let the Red Chain win over him, even if for a moment. The real Ingo was right next to him. Sneasler and their pokemon were outside. He needed to stay alive to meet his old friends again. That was just fact. “I am Emmet. You are Ingo. We can do just that!”

Ingo and Emmet supported the other as they struck one chain after another. The Red Chain tried to carry out Togekiss’ will by overwhelming them, but their collective determination and focus on their duties kept them from derailing. Even manipulation of knowledge and emotions wasn’t enough to break them into crashing. The Subway Masters conducted trains well on their own, but they silently agreed they shined as a two-car train together.

To the Chained Giratina’s surprise, they single-mindedly focused on destroying their chains, ignoring most of their attacks. Despite Giratina’s fighting back with Earth Power and Aura Spheres (which strangely kept missing the twins), Ingo and Emmet destroyed all the physical chains holding down Giratina. But because Giratina’s eyes glowed red through the mist, Ingo and Emmet knew that they weren’t done yet.

“Our route terminus is ahead,” Ingo said. “We just need to hold firm to our principles for a short trip longer, Emmet!”

“Are you ready?” Ingo and Emmet asked the other at the same time. With the question being its own answer, they announced one final “ALL ABOARD!”

The two Sneasels jumped with Quick Attack and Aerial Ace. Giratina formed one last Aura Sphere in front of their mouth. Emmet Dark Pulsed, weakening the surface tension of the Aura Sphere. Ingo Poison Jabbed through the attack, mitigating the damage.

Emmet struck Giratina with a close-range Ice Beam together. When the ice crystals dug into Giratina’s skin, Ingo Poison Jabbed them further in. Red crystals burst out from the wound. The last remnants of the Red Chain vanished. Clarity of mind was restored to Ingo and Emmet. Their and Giratina’s eyes no longer glowed red.

The red light that saturated Giratina’s mind cleared away, burning Ingo’s and Emmet’s vision with the truer, cooler colors of the mindscape. The ooze remained black, but the sky more closely resembled the Distortion World’s spiraling deep blues. The images on the waterfalls returned to full glory. Each cascade depicted a different person: Arceus, Dialga, Palkia, a sinister human Ingo recognized, a younger human Ingo also recognized, Togekiss, Beheeyem, Spiritomb, and many, many others. Ingo and Emmet even saw the human versions of themselves on one waterfall.

Giratina stretched their body. “I’m... free. I’m finally free!” Giratina brought their head down to face the two Sneasels. “Thanks to you two, that is.”

Emmet waved at Giratina. “Hi. I am-“

“You are Emmet, and you are Ingo. I remember you both. I was under Togekiss’ control for months. I remember everything that happened. I fought back as hard as I possibly could with little success. No pokemon was meant to absorb the power of all 18 Plates at once. I should be dead. Thank you for saving my life and, in turn, the world.” Giratina smiled at the twins and bowed.

“We are honored! We were simply doing our duties as pokemon rescuers, after all,” Ingo said with a bow.

“The first thing I shall do to thank you is reconstruct your bodies,” Giratina said.

“Hm? Reconstruct?” Emmet did not like the sound of that.

“…Do our bodies need to be reconstructed?” Ingo asked.

Giratina stared at the twins dumbfounded. “My body was bleeding with power that can melt matter. What did you think would happen if your entire body contacted it?!”

Ingo stood in uncharacteristic silence as the weight of the realization hit him. Emmet stared into the distance of Giratina’s mind as the wheels turned in his mind.

Giratina chuckled. “I get it now! No one else would’ve done what you did. You truly are the only ones could have rescued me!”

“If I may ask, please do not inform Sneasler about us forfeiting our bodies,” Ingo said. Emmet nodded in agreement of the request.

“Will do,” Giratina said. They grinned. “After all, I am now forever in your debt.”

***

In Spear Pillar, red dust exploded from Giratina’s head. Giratina, whose eyes had closed, opened them again. Though their eyes remained red, they no longer glowed.

“…No…” Togekiss whispered.

“They did it… they actually did it?” Irida said.

“I never had any doubts…” Eelektross said. Chandelure glared at him for lying.

Giratina stood up from the crater and flew again. They roared. The sound quaked through Spear Pillar. The distorted sky spiraled faster than before, and streaks of white and light blue invaded the spiral. The sky rumbled as the light overtook the darkness and then completely turned white, prompting the pokemon to shield their eyes.

The white light faded. Sneasler was the first to open her eyes. Her claws reformed, and there were no longer holes in her arms. The sky was blue again. The ooze was all gone, but the pillars and ground featured cavities as evidence that they were almost destroyed by an Almighty pokemon with too much power. Everyone’s bodies were whole again, as though the ooze never contacted them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Spiritomb said. Their keystone was no longer on the brink of disappearing.

“It appears that we are no longer in the Distortion Realm,” Cyllene said.

“And you’ve recovered, Cyllene!” Laventon said.

Indeed, Cyllene was no longer missing a chunk of her body and stood up again.

“Wow…” Irida, who could feel her back legs again, walked to the edge of Spear Pillar. Instead of floating in a void, the ruins stood on Mt. Coronet. The entire Sinnoh region was within view. “To my knowledge, no living explorer or rescuer has made it to the top of the Coronet Mountain mystery dungeon. But now we are here to enjoy this vast expanse of space.”

“Maybe we can enjoy our time later?” Adaman walked up to Irida. But he had to admit, the view was fantastic.

“…Where’s Emmet?” Eelektross asked. “And where’s Ingo?” he added as Chandelure asked the same thing with their flames.

Sneasler walked up to Giratina with an accusatory glare. “Yo. You’re an Almighty, right? Where are they?!”

Giratina smiled. They roared again. The shadow underneath Giratina came to life and bubbled up into a three-dimensional shape. The shadow darkened into a blanket covering something. The blanket then dissolved away like tissue paper in water, revealing Ingo and Emmet. They laid on the floor asleep and curled up into balls of Sneasels.

“EMMET!” Eelektross, along with Chandelure, flew to their trainers. Eelektross scooped Emmet up like he was a freshly hatched pokemon. Chandelure held Ingo like a doll.

“Chandelure…” Ingo opened his eyes. “…Oh! Have we returned to our previous station?” Chandelure rubbed their face on Ingo’s, which felt like rubbing his face against a window.

Emmet opened his eyes. “Looks like it.”

Sneasler snatched the twins out of their partner’s hands and pulled them into a hug. “I’m so glad you idiots are okay!"

"We are glad to see you, too, Sneasler,” Ingo said.

“I am Emmet. I am being crushed,” Emmet said.

Indeed, Sneasler was hugging the two tight. It was at the point of being uncomfortable but not quite. “Hey, quick question: how’d you know you’d survive the dive?”

“Because I am Emmet, and he is Ingo.” Emmet did not make eye contact when he said that.

“Yeah, uh-huh, sure. Listen to me. I am going to get a latch for my basket, I am going to put you both inside, and then you are not gonna leave until you realize how idiotic your plan was!” Sneasler squeezed Ingo and Emmet harder while still giving enough room to breathe.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” Irida asked. Team Wish was trying to escape through the Coronet Mountain mystery dungeon exit. She used Blizzard while Adaman ran past her and used Take Down on Togekiss. Beheeyem used Psychic to throw off Adaman, but a countering Psychic from Cyllene cancelled it, making him drop Adaman.

Spititomb was about to exit Spear Pillar when the shadows of the pillars came alive and formed a barrier of arms around Spear Pillar.

“Do you really think I’d let you escape?” Giratina asked.

Togekiss stared at the pokemon surrounding her team. Irida and Adaman were ready to unleash another double Blizzard. Rei got another Reflect and Light Screen around his allies. Laventon readied himself to heal wounds of his friends. Not even flight was an out, as Giratina loomed over them all.

“It’s not fair…” Togekiss’ voice cracked. Tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s not fair! You all get your happy ending! JUST LET US LEAVE! PLEASE!”

“I promise not to do anything bad again…” Beheeyem said.

“I swear that as well, on all 108 of my souls!” Spiritomb said.

“Nope,” Emmet said.

“Based on your past actions, I highly doubt that you would keep true to your word,” Ingo said.

“Take ‘em away, guys!” Sneasler said as she pointed to Team Wish and the ground. Ingo and Emmet followed suit.

Irida, Adaman, and Cyllene walked up to personally take away the three vile pokemon.

But Togekiss had one Red Chain left. She revealed the Chain and threw it in the general direction of the twins, Sneasler, and Giratina. “WHOEVER THIS HITS, KILL INGO AND EMMET!”

The Red Chain froze mid-flight.

“…Togekiss?” Beheeyem said.

Togekiss still had her wing outstretched. “Ah… I can’t move.”

“Crap, neither can we!” Spiritomb said. Not even the 108 spirits that made up his body could swirl around each other. “Beheeyem, relearn Teleport!”

“I can’t. I can’t even think…” Beheeyem said. The lights of his hands blinked with frantic energy.

A voice spoke in everyone’s minds. “There you are.” A new, strange energy filled the atmosphere.

Azelf appeared in a flurry of lights. Their gems glowed, revealing that they were dominating Team Wish’s wills to prevent them from running. “You are the ones who took shards of our souls and formed thirteen Red Chains!”

Mespirit appeared from a swirl of sparks. “The Red Chain is meant to bind the world, not tear it apart!”

Uxie appeared in bursts of flashes. “It was unwise to allow us three to live, Team Wish.”

The Red Chain floated up to the Lake Trio. The gems of the Red Chain burst open and turned into dust. The dust hanged in the air, but then the dust collected into three streams that poured themselves into the main gems of the Lake Trio.

“We are back to full power!” Azelf said. “Now, how do we want to deal with Team Wish?”

“This all happened from sadness and grief, so I could take away their ability to feel sad… or to feel anything!” Mespirit’s anger invaded the air.

“Given their prominent memory manipulation, I can show them the consequences of looking into my eyes,” Uxie said.

“Or, because of their abuse of my contribution to the Red Chain, I can turn them into my own personal servants,” Azelf said.

“No.” Giratina loomed over the Lake Trio. “Let me deal with them.”

The three pokemon shared a look and nodded. They flew out of Giratina’s way.

“Togekiss, Spiritomb, Beheeyem… You knew of my vow to protect this world, and yet you forced me to go along with your selfish, dumbass plan!” Giratina roared. Team Wish’s shadows came to life. “You made me to endanger MY REALM by merging it with your world’s mystery dungeons!”

From the shadows beneath the three pokemon rose arms that grabbed onto them. The hands grabbed them much like how Emmet was held as a hostage. Azelf, realizing Giratina had a firm grasp on the scene, released Team Wish from their control. Togekiss and Beheeyem squirmed as best they could. Spiritomb tried to separate his souls from his body, but the shadow hands caught them all and jammed them back into his keystone.

“But I am not like the Lake Guardians. I am… merciful.” Giratina smiled as the hands slowly dragged Team Wish down. “I will let you have your own corner of the Distortion World. And it will be yours and only yours… forever! You should have learned more from your former master!”

Beheeyem and Spiritomb were dragged down into the depths of the other dimension. Spiritomb screamed with an echo around Spear Pillar, while Beheeyem’s lights simply flashed in silence.

Togekiss was the last one to be pulled under. She just wanted to see her friend one more time. She glared at Team Conductors and said, “I regret nothing.”

Togekiss sunk into the shadows. Nothing of her or her friends were left behind.

The Lake Trio was satisfied with Giratina’s decision. Giratina turned to face the other pokemon present, who were stunned from what they witnessed.

Emmet broke the silence. “That was horrifying.”

“Are they… actually going to stay imprisoned forever?” Irida asked.

“The better question is, can they? Time will catch up to them, correct?” Adaman asked.

“My realm exists outside of time, and now they’re in a space they cannot escape. They will stay there for as long as I want.” Giratina opened their face armor and gave everyone a smile.

“What a good thing we didn’t attempt to leap off Spear Pillar then…” Laventon shuttered from the thought of falling for eternity.

“So, that’s it?” Adaman asked.

“Well, it looks like mighty Giratina turned the mystery dungeons back to normal, so we shouldn’t have to worry about Distorted Floors anymore,” Irida said.

“And with Team Wish gone, we won’t have to worry about a resurrection of that bastard, right?” Sneasler asked.

“Looks like it,” Irida said. “Let us all leave and reconvene with the Nobles. I’m sure they want to know what happened in this space…”

“Sure, and maybe we can ask why that team was so weird,” Adaman said.

Irida, Adaman, and Team Galaxy exited Spear Pillar. After some brief goodbyes, the Lake Trio teleported back to meet with the Nobles as well. This left Team Conductors and Giratina as the only occupants of Spear Pillar.

“Well, that happened,” Sneasler said.

“We won!” Emmet said. He flapped his hands and sleeves in happiness. “We won that fantastic battle!”

“It appears we di… It appears…” Ingo’s response trailed off. He felt uneasy on his feet, like the ruins transformed into a boat at sea.

“Ingo?” Emmet’s smile dropped.

Ingo’s vision began to black out. A strange weakness took over his body. “Clear the sta…”

Ingo fell to his knees, but Emmet leaped and caught Ingo before he hit the ground. Sneasler and Chandelure jumped to check on him.

“What happened?!” Sneasler asked. She put a hand on his back. “He’s still breathing, at least.”

Emmet’s ears perked up. He heard a beep from Ingo’s arm. He lowered the sleeve and noticed the Arc Watch’s screen flash.

“What does it say?” Sneasler asked.

Emmet’s brows furrowed. “”Rescue the Deep Shadow: complete. Reward: full memory restoration”.”

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #submas #body horror cw #pmd au #AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #DEAR LORD YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD I STIMMED WHILE WRITING THIS CHAPTER #I PACED AROUND TO IMAGINED THE SCENES AND HAPPY STIMMED WITH EACH SCENE I WROTE #I CANNOT BELIEVE WE GOT HERE #\^o^/

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NAME: Globster

RARITY: ★☆☆☆☆

THREAT LEVEL: ★★☆☆☆ | Slowly engulf all living things in their path, but they are slow and mindless.

HABITAT: Most frequently formed and found near oceans, but occasionally a freshwater globster occurs. Some wander toward populated areas where they can be found in drain pipes, sewers, and gutters.

DESCRIPTION: Globsters are ooze entities that form in oceans that quickly become pests for those in coastal communities. A combination of slime, organic tissues, and water, globsters are slimy, featureless masses. These mindless oozes are driven by the blind impulse to absorb more biomass into themselves in order to grow and multiply. The living and the dead will be absorbed all the same. Globsters can come in a wide variety of different colors (collect them all). Some are mostly transparent while others might be opaque, tarry, or fleshy. Given their ooze-y nature, they can move in both water and on land, able to contort and squeeze their amorphous bodies through any crevice or opening in search of prey. Once they detect something edible nearby, they attempt to engulf it. The victim is then constricted and drowned inside the globster, before slowly being dissolved and added to the globster’s mass. Once a globster gets too big to move easily, they split into new separate entities. This rapid multiplication rate makes globsters a constant threat that hunters in coastal areas keep in check.

ABILITIES: They are able to squish through any opening. They can also detect nearby prey without any need for sight or sound. While not strong in the traditional sense, globsters are very tarry and difficult to break free of once they’ve grabbed you. They are immune to all mind-affecting powers and small piercing weapons like knives or bullets. Trying to physically harm a big globster is very risky because it’s likely to pull you inside of it.

WEAKNESS: Although relentless, globsters can be outwitted as they are mindless and will just attack whatever edible target is closest, and not at a very high speed. Enough brute force smashing can eventually reduce a globster to oily sludge, although fire is the most efficient globster killing method. Individuals who are wet (either by the rain or… by nature), can easily escape from being grabbed by globsters unharmed, and can’t be absorbed by them.

OTHER VARIANTS:

Fleshster: Perhaps even more disgusting than their parent species, fleshsters are a variant of globster consisting exclusively of human and animal flesh. This glob of warm skin rolls around an area, collecting mass by picking up living things via suction and melding them into its “body”. Those caught in the fleshster will fuse to it, their consciousness and senses fading away as they become increasingly assimilated. Once something has been picked up by a fleshster and melded into it, it can’t be undone without difficult magic. Small fleshsters can have trouble picking up larger animals and people, so in some cases, one may be able to bat it away before assimilation begins.

Baneful grop: These balls of writhing acid roll around the ground, inflicting their destructive acid on anything they tread over. While they’re usually small, contact with a baneful grop is so lethal that there is always a trail of acid-burned plants and dirt behind them and human skin, muscle, and bone would immediately melt away. It’s thought that their acid might be stronger than any known to science, and no one knows exactly what they consist of or how they grow. Being near a baneful grop can be dangerous, especially if it’s larger, because they begin to give off noxious fumes when past about the size of a basketball. They seemingly have no mind or intentions and can be stopped by stabbing them with a magically charged weapon. All other weapons that contact them will simply dissolve in their acid. No one has records of a grop of the non-baneful variety.

Magobbet: Formed from the magical “remnants” of imperfectly cast spells, magobbets are driven to increase their mass by absorbing more magic. They look like balls of animated fuzz that often fizzle and flare as if electrified. They follow magic in the same non-sentient way a magnet attracts the opposite pole, and will often end up trailing behind spellcasters or other sources of magic. Magobbets sap up any magic spells or rituals attempted near them, leading to them increasing in size and their appearance becoming more lively with magical energies. While this isn’t inherently problematic, magobbets radiate the magic they consist of, which can be inconvenient at best and catastrophic at worst. They can be destroyed by a weapon wielded by the undead.

#monsters #pest #ocean #freshwater #populated areas #fleshster #baneful grop #magobbet #globster

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renthewerecatboi · 3 years

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did i create a deltarune oc who is a slime person who i planned on actually drawing at some point and telling u guys about but then i stalled on it for too long because i created way too much lore for their species and i really don't wanna wright it all down and i still barely know the MAIN lore of deltarune because i only entered the fandom recently and for some reason don't wanna watch a lets play on it or play it myself?!

yeah...

#the frantic meows of a crazy person #okay i'm just gonna put the whole thing on my oc here #so my oc is this slime creature who is shaped like an anthro cat #the slime is made of oil that's a almost solid consistency #the consistency changed depending on emotion and getting less solid the happier he is #the slime can be shaped into any shape desired by the slime itself and they can grown by absorbing oil #slimes are commonly known for being greedy and will absorb random objects into themselves #once slimes started absorbing other people the other people started getting scared of these slimes #slimes will melt away when in contact with water #so most slimes where completely melted into the water #the remaining slimes are scattered around the place trying to reason with anyone who will trust them too try and get oil to keep themselves #alive #my oc is one of those slimes who tries to stay away from greed too keep safe #their name is maxie and their pronouns are he/they #they mostly live in random alleyways and collect lost change too get oil #and they found spamton one day after wandering by his garbage can #they where both about too pick up a coin on the ground and spamton did his usual pitch and asked maxie too give him the coin #and of course maxie gave him the coin #anyways this is getting long so #yeah basically maxie kept coming back and eventually they became friends #yeah that's it #i have no idea how far from cannon i am here-

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ghostly-shenanigans-in-progress · 3 years

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BNHA X DP Crossover HCs

After the long wait and finals, here are my ideas for all the quirks/occupations and other concepts I devised for the DP characters in the BNHA universe. This was just for fun and for inspiration towards others interested in this crossover au in general.

Tagging the people that were looking forward to this post based on the replies: @qoinq-qhost, @floralflowerpower, @tgfangirl4eva @goodfish-bowl, @whitehairglowinggreeneyedcrush and more.

Anyways, happy reading, folks!

Mr. Lancer

Hero name: Mr. Scholastic

Quirk: Bookworm

Involves his iconic usage of literature titles & quotes for swears to become abilities corresponding to the novel’s contents/themes. Course, he is limited to only books he has read and can quote accurately. Additionally, his voice gets very raspy past two or three quotes as well.

Occupation: Homeroom Teacher for Class 1- A; He’s very dedicated to his new students and teaching the fundamentals of being a pro hero and more! Course, I don’t think his chamomile tea with a wedge of lemon is enough to help him relax from his students (*cough* Danny, Tucker and Poindexter) from their antics at times.

Danny

Hero name: Phantom

Quirk: Ghost core (Ok, @coffeecakecafe had the best name for this one gotta give credit here)

Able to do anything a ghost is perceived to do. Go through walls, disappear and fly. This is a one of a kind quirk as it was obtained from Danny’s old quirk being altered by a machine his parents made that would repurpose/alter an individual’s quirk based on their past family members' own metahuman genetics.

Danny is doing his best and trying to understand his new quirk without causing too much attention to himself while doing so but it seems like its been doing the opposite as of late. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone with all his classmates around to help him!

Sam

Hero Name: Black Dahlia

Quirk: Overgrown

Able to create any plant that she knows the biological makeup and content of in almost any environment. However, it is important for her to drink lots of nutrient rich water and take in enough sun if she plans to create larger versions of these plants.

Tucker

Hero name: Tech Master

Quirk: Tech Core

Located on his chest/heart area is a special energy core capable of powering electronics at a rate faster than anything made-man could ever hope to achieve. As a kid, Tucker would tinker away in his family’s garage on a suit that would harness his power to the fullest extent and lead a new era of support tech in the hero world.

Valerie

Hero name: Red Huntress

Quirk: Electromagnetism (Someone I’ve been trying to find their post on my blog had posted this idea and I fell in love with it ever since)

She’s like Static Shock but with a dash of magenta/ruby lasers she can create through focusing her electromagnetism through her finger tips. She is an expert with her quirk and has the best handle of her quirk than most of her peers. She is the most frequent visitor in the support equipment workshop next to Tucker, Poindexter and Danny. It’s how she built the hoverboard she has in the show that utilizes her electromagnetic abilities for both offensive and defensive maneuvers. (Also, I enjoy the idea that Bullet is Val’s uncle on her mom’s side and is her biggest supporter alongside her dad, Damien Gray).

Jazz

Quirk: Serenity

Helps calm individuals and give them a sense of safety/security when they’re around her in a 10 feet radius. Though, anyone out of range cannot be affected by her quirk and she needs to be conscious in order to use it.

She planned on becoming a pro hero but felt her powers were best suited for her dream profession as a psychologist. She has used her quirk a lot when Danny was overwhelmed with his studies prior to UA. Course, a phone call and sibling chat over the phone certainly does the job for Danny now when it comes to preparing material for exams. (Course, its up to you guys to decide)

Dash

Hero name: Rager

Quirk: Strength Magnification

Improves his physique and stamina by a large percentage for a set amount of time. Needs to be careful of how much/long he magnifies his body or else his body will become immensely sore.

Kwan

Hero name: Rallier

Quirk: Team Rally (50/50)

Able to duplicate himself 3-4 times while being able to power-up allies’ quirks or stamina with a rally chant to help the team. The more duplicates there are the rally effect multiplies/stacks on the individual but it can lead to dangerous outcomes for their quirk output.

Kwan is the class representative for 1-A, he’s the best at the job and was more than thrilled to be the one leading his class in more ways than one.

Paulina

Hero name: Enchantress

Quirk: Charm

If the opponent is flustered by her taunts or flirting, their vision will become altered and start seeing things that are not there. It works better on men than women and the opponent can snap out of it with enough willpower or if they’re not interested in her.

Star

Hero name: Ms. Meteorite

Quirk: Comet

Similar to Gran Torino’s Jet quirk except faster and she can create an explosive impact on where she lands. Similar to a meteorite landing on earth, she also learns to use this as a long distance move by punching fast enough as she descends to create wind pressure punches.

Poindexter

Hero name: Tex (like in Tex Avery; Danny gave him the idea!)

Quirk: Slapstick

His appearance is black and white just like an old timey cartoon character as well as having the durability and cartoon powers of one. However, his quirk can only work as long as what he does with it is funny in the circumstance it’s used for. Sort of like “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” rules in a sense.

Sidney is part of Class 1-A just saying, I don’t care, this is Poindexter’s time to shine here to be the coolest/funniest person in the class. Also, Tucker’s most loyal friend/tester for new support items.

Wes Weston

Hero name: Vigilance

Quirk: Deduction

He is able to deduct people’s identities to flaws/weak points for him to use against them and exploit against problems.

Class 1-B Representative and the most annoying/terrifying person that Danny has dealt with in his life. He was able to figure out that Danny’s quirk is not his own or more so that it's not natural and takes every opportunity to state this regardless if anyone is listening or not.

Amber Mclain

Hero Name: Ember

Quirk: Fiery voice (50/50)

Her quirk uses the vibrations in her sining voice to conduct intense heat waves onto opponents or utilize to rumble the structures around here and even put out the flames from her quirk. Its like a combination of Present Mic and Endevours quirk but it leaves her with a strained or inflamed vocal cords with overuse.

Third year student or an upcoming rock star that has certainly gain huge popularity after her song “Remember” was a nationwide hit amongst the younger generation. She’s striving to be the top hero while making her next hit to become the 1# song on the listings.

Dani

Hero name: Phantwo (lol jk; unsure what her name would be)

Quirk: Poltergeist

Similar to Danny’s quirk “Ghost”, except she has the additional ability to melt herself to a slimy puddle and use her ectoplasmic slime to trap or surprise opponents.

Clockwork

Hero Name: Clockwork

Quirk: Time Keeper

Clockwork’s quirk allows him to stop time for 5 to 15 minutes and be able to rewind it in the same amount of time. It can be one to multiple objects as long as he touches them in order to interact with them.

Principle of UA in this au. He’s quite a reserved man but still manages to visit and congregate with students throughout the school during lunch period.

Flynn Fenton/Flynn Walker

Hero Name: The Green Knight

Quirk: Mineralization

His quirk allows him to manipulate the minerals and inorganic materials in the atmosphere to create into crystalized constructs that are almost stronger than diamond. Luckily, the crystals have no value so he doesn’t have to worry about that aspect of his quirk. He does have to worry about his skin becoming dried out as a result of his quirk usage.

Flynn is a third year student that loves to check up on his cousin, Danny, any chance he gets bc of the amount of work he does with his internships.

James Walker (or James W. Hausermann)

Hero name: Warden Wraith

Quirk: Plasma Apparatus

His quirk ionizes the electrolytes in the blood system into plasma. His entire body is composed of plasma giving him his skeletal appearance. He can create plasma chains, teleport from point A to B and more as long as he focuses and has enough energy at use. Course, he can have minor to severe dehydration and imbalance in his electrolyte levels from overuse.

Occupation: CEO of an infrastructure security company/Provisional License Examiner just like Gang Orca.The ghost prison guards become his backup/helpers for the exam phases. (They’re just trained stuntmen with combat or military experience for the occasion).

Also, I like to think Walker has kids in this au who are in the Class 1-A group; they’re not hard to spot they take after their father with their skeletal complexion.

Skulker

Villain name: Quirk Hunter

Quirk: Tracker

The moment Skulker makes eye contact with his target he will be able to hunt them down and find them anywhere no matter how good they are at covering their tracks. He can lock on to only one target, but he will be able to know their heart beat, quirk, be able to place a tracking/scent line that only he can see and will lead him to his target’s location. It lasts for over a day or a half.

Occupation: Skulker is known for capturing, info-detailing or “retiring” newcomer pros or specific quirk users for his clients that pay him handsomely for their targets, dead or alive. Thanks to Vlad, Danny was strictly intended to be captured alive by Skulker but sometimes he gets too thrilled by the hunt to not have a memento. Trust me, it's more of a dangerous

Nicolai Technus

Villain Name: Technus

Quirk: Technopathy

A genius in his own right, even if he’s a little crazy, with the best ability possible for a man of science and innovation. As long as he knows the makeup and attributes of the machine, Technus is able to completely repurpose or change a machine’s qualities for offensive and defensive qualities. Whenever that be for a mech suit or hacking a high tech system for entry, he’s able to do it as long as he knows what it is and how it functions. An example is repurposing a slot machine into a submachine gun that shoots coins at the target.

Vlad Masters

Name: Vlad Plasmius

Quirk: Vampire

Can do anything a vampire can supposedly do. However, he was able to manifest an additional aspect of this quirk which is the ability to copy any quirk users ability. Based on the type of blood he ingests decides the amount of time he can use the copied quirk for.

Occupation: CEO of his own hero firm, he is extremely selective with the interns he has that there is a major waitlist to be even consider for Masters Inc. Course, imagine the surprise Danny must of felt when he received an offer from Vlad right off the bat after the Sports festival.

Bruce Guiles (Bullet)

Hero Name: Bullet

Quirk: Sphyraena or Chimera Fish

Able to do anything a barracuda can do or the quirk is a 50/50 mutant quirk in which he has both the traits of a barracuda, Chimaeras and a touch of piranha from his parents being of one of these fish species hence Chimera. Bullet can do anything those fish can do overall but he can’t go too long without hydration from water. Water quality and its oxygen content also affect his abilities by a noticeable percentage but he still remains quite formidable as a quirk user.

Occupation: Captain of a coast guard team, he’s a strict military man with an amazing record of saving people from any disasters both on land and sea. Him and Walker are best buddies ever since they went to school together.

Vortex

Hero Name: Vortex

Quirk: Storm Warning

Vortex can utilize any variation of a natural disaster depending on the environment he’s in. Hurricanes, tornadoes, thunderstorms, you name it he can create it for his use. However, despite his amazing control over his quirk it is still possible for him to create these disasters if he lost control or magnify another pre-existing one if he loses focus.

Occupation: Storm-chaser/Forecaster; His control and knowledge in combating/predicting these natural disasters has led to him to be part of a storm chasing crew and they’re the best in helping disaster prevention teams evacuate citizens as a result.

Petra Eris

Hero name: Pandora

Quirk: Butterfly Effect

Can manipulate or prevent a chaotic event to happen if she was in proximity and present to prevent it to happen. Or even give a little chaos to the opponent to deal with during battle.

One of the top ten heroes and most beloved heroes in the country. She is the best strategist in any team and has a way to predict any event before they happen given the necessity of it for her quirk to work in her favor.

Johnny

Vigilante name: Johnny 13

Quirk: Unlucky

Johnny manifests his bad luck into a shadow that will latch onto opponents and cause unfortunate events to occur more for that individual as a result. However, the shadow cannot exist in complete sunlight; it can only remain if there are already shadows in his general area or it’s nighttime and its effects are strongest at that time obviously.

Occupation: Johnny is the leader of a biker gang or de-facto leader of said biker gang who loves to raise hell and helping folks that need saving whenever he’s around or is up to the task. Kitty tags along with him to help him out of jams and bc she loves him. :3

Kitty

Vigilante name: Kitty

Quirk: Lovesick

Kitty sends a smooch towards her opponent which if it makes contact causes the individual to have nausea or become disoriented for around 10 minutes. It can also have a chance of lasting longer if the individual was sort of infatuated with her regardless of gender.

Pariah Dark

Villain name: King Pariah

Quirk: Ultimate Adaptation

Similar to all for one except with the unpredictability for both the user and opponents. Pariah can manifest any type of quirk needed to defeat anyone that stands in his way both one-on-one and in groups. Course, drawbacks are the learning curve to some of the quirks and that multiple adaptions he utilizes at once will destroy his cells in the process.

Pariah is a former follower of all for one who had unique quirk that All for one augmented to help him succeed if both Shigaraki and Tomura failed in their own conquest for the world. But now Pariah has his own plans to succeed where they failed and become the leader who shapes a new world order with an iron fist.

Frederick Kingsmen

Villain/vigilante name: Fright Knight

Quirk: Burning Energy Infusion

Able to form/infuse objects with his own burning energy life force that is capable of burning or slicing through any in his sight. The sweat he gives off is what provides the material needed to ignite his unnatural flames despite it causing his body to overheat still.

Fright Knight is Pariah’s second-in-command with a loyalty to him as strong as his control over his power. Fright Knight has faced many pro-heros as he carried out the smaller phases of Pariah’s plans and most of them barely came close towards defeating or leaving as much as scratch on the knight.

Rodolfo Gonzalo

Hero name: Wulf

Quirk: Werewolf + Portal creation (50/50?)

Can do anything a werewolf can supposedly do; somehow it allows him to create portals with his claws to locations he has marked with them or visited in the past.

Wulf was abducted on by Pariah’s forces and sent into the Nomu labs for experimentation to force on another quirk and instill complete allegiance to their cause. Course, Wulf broke free as a result of that new additional quirk allowing him to escape their clutches and his previous one helping him survive the endeavor. However, he lost his memories in the process and could only remember his native language, Spanish, and his hero name Wulf.

Overgrown

Villain/vigilante Name: Overgrown

Quirk: Plant Manipulation

Can manipulate any pre-existing plant matter or create new vegetation if water and soil is present for the process or he understand the biological makeup of the plant in question.

Occupation: Pro-hero or eco-terrorist who is tired of humanity from abusing the environment from quirk battles to industries using the land for their own benefits and none others.

That’s all I have for now! I hope this was worth the wait, guys. As well as, inspire ideas for your takes with a DP x BNHA Crossover!

#danny phantom #DP x BHA crossover #dp x bha au #dp x bnha #phandom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #paulina sanchez #dp ember mclain #dp walker #dp bullet #dp kwan #dp mr. lancer #dp dash baxter #dp crossover #dp aus

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tinytonysnark · 3 years

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hair falling into place like dominoes

36. Helping brush their hair after a shower. stevetony, 1k words, fluff, (for @onetwo3000 who requested this months ago, sorry it took so long)

“I swear to God, the next time a baddie does anything relating to the words Slime, Goo or Sludge, we just hand it over to the Fantastic Four and call it a night,” Clint says, slumped onto the marble counter.

“GET YOUR DIRTY FACE OFF MY THOUSAND DOLLAR KITCHEN ISLAND BARTON,” Tony shouts, stomping into the kitchen, looking relatively unscathed except for the streak of neon green something on his undersuit.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME, STARK,” Clint shouts right back, not moving from his slumped position.

“If the both of you don’t stop screaming, I’m going to throw you in a vat of this stuff,” Nat hisses at them, picking the substance from her hair.

“At least it isn’t corrosive,” Bruce says, coming up from the labs. The Hulk hadn’t been needed but Bruce looks exhausted, taking off his glasses to rub at his eyes. “All I can tell so far is that it causes momentary confusion to anyone it hits. Never longer than 5 minutes.”

“Yeah,” Steve grimaces, walking in with Bucky, slime all over their suits and in the plates of Bucky’s arm. “If I have to hear Buck ask me “Who the hell is Bucky?” one more time, I’m gonna break something.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if his nickname wasn’t the worst,” Tony chimes in, disdain written in the furrow of his brow as he looks at the state of the team. “My suit is beyond salvageable. There’s slime in every crevice of every plate.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re real torn up over having an excuse to hole up in your lab to finish off the Mark 56,” Bucky drawls, flicking at Tony’s head as he heads to the fridge.

“That’s neither here nor there, Tasty Freeze,” Tony huffs, crossing his arms.

“No engineer binging until after food and debrief,” Steve cuts in, left eyebrow arched which translates to, ‘I mean it, Tony.’

“Yes, but shower first,” Nat says, hopping off the stool and dragging a grumbling Clint with her, Bucky shuffling after them to head to his and Sam’s floor.

Tony watches them go, only walking closer to Steve after hearing the elevator doors close. “Hey,” he says, circling his arms around Steve’s neck.

Steve pecks him on the nose. “Hi, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, no memory loss for me. Only affects you if there’s skin to skin contact so I got lucky,” Tony sighs. “My suit, well, not so much.”

He runs a finger over Steve’s jaw, the bruise from earlier already healing over. “How are you feeling? It must have been tough for you — with Bucky.”

Steve’s jaw clenches but he turns his head to kiss at Tony’s fingertips. “I’ll be fine. I’m just worried about Buck. I’ll check up on him later.”

There’s more to it than that, Tony knows, but he also knows this is one of those things he can’t push Steve on, so he doesn’t.

Says, “Do you think we could get away with showering together or will that be pushing it?” instead of everything he does want to say.

Steve shoulders relax and there’s a small smile forming as he herds Tony into the elevator to get to his floor.

“You know, we're not exactly being subtle,” Steve says onto Tony’s lips, pulling him to the bathroom when the elevator opens. “It’s a wonder they haven’t caught us yet.”

“I’m almost positive Nat knows. Her questions were a little too pointed the other night,” Tony tells him, dropping his undersuit onto the floor before stepping into the shower, fiddling with the knobs until water rains down; warmth seeping into his skin and steaming up the room.

“I’ve always wondered what you two talked about on your super secret Tony & Nat nights.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Wanna bet on that?” Steve asks, backing Tony against the wall with a bruising grip on his hips and kissing him until they’re both panting and breathless.

“Steve,” Tony keens and his centre of gravity shifts, his legs instinctively wrapping around Steve’s waist and just about ceasing all brain function when he feels suction at his neck.

Then Steve bites down and he loses the plot entirely.

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“You know, if the team didn’t know before, they definitely know now,” Steve says, pushing open Tony’s bedroom door.

Dinner and debrief had thankfully been short, the team just as eager as him to call it a day and crawl into bed; happy to deal with any minor problems tomorrow.

They’d all dispersed shortly after the last veggie dumplings were eaten — stolen, really— by Natasha.

And she only ever shares with Tony because she’s biased but Steve can’t really fault her for it.

Lord knows he’s worse.

“That’s because you couldn’t keep that goddamn smug grin off your face whenever I so much as shifted on my seat,” Tony replies, voice coming from his walk in closet.

Yeah, Steve knows he’s grinning right now, but really — who could blame him?

“I can feel you grinning right now Steve!”

"You can't prove it," he says from the edge of the bed and narrows his eyes at the mark on Tony’s neck, prominent against his skin as Tony walks towards him and wonders just how mad he would be if Steve gave him another on his shoulder where Steve’s shirt is slouching on his frame.

Tony points his hairbrush accusingly at him. “Hell no. I know that look in your eyes and I will actually melt your shield into a trash can lid if you give me another hickey. A hickey! What are we, 15 years old?”

Steve just pulls a grumbling Tony onto his lap. “Didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”

“Yeah well, I’m complaining now. Nat’s never gonna shut up about the turtleneck,” Tony huffs, raking his right hand through Steve's still damp hair. “We really should have been more thorough in the shower,” Tony sighs, plucking at a dried piece of slime from his hair.

“I don’t know, I felt like we were thorough earlier,” Steve smiles at him.

Tony glares at him, running his hairbrush through Steve’s hair. “I’m gonna go to the Bugle first thing in the morning and tell them you’re a menace to society, I swear it.”

“You’re more likely to blast your repulsor to Jamesons’ office window,” Steve tells him, closing his eyes and luxuriating the gentle strokes of Tony’s brush.

“You can’t prove anything, Rogers,” Tony says but Steve knows without looking that Tony’s smiling.

#stevetony #stony #stevetony fic #stony fic #tony stark #steve rogers #marvel #tbh? wtf is this? i have no idea i can barely write on a good day i'm so sorry #i hope you like it anyway T_T #sorry this took me forever!!#onetwo300 #nisha writes

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alicee1 · 3 years

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Biologically accurate hybrid oberservations: Part II

Charlie Slimcicle: The slug

Synopsis: This is a short series where I, as a biology student, express my opinions on the hybrids of the DSMP and the Origins SMP (or MCYT’s) and their hybrid traits / features and how they could explain the character’s behavior. Leave behind an ask to request a hybrid I can look into next time!

Masterlist

Charlie would definitely be one of the more difficult hybrids for this kind of analysis due to the fact he's a slime hybrid, and while in nature there are plenty of animals that use slimy substances for a number of reasons, that really doesn't seem to be the case here.

Most of the animals that could be used for such an analysis would be creatures that live mainly, or partially in water and produce slime. Examples would be slugs, eels, jellyfish or octopi. Jellyfish, octopi and slugs do not have bones, similarly to Charlie. Eels do however possess bones which is why I scrapped them from the list further more.

These animals (except for slugs) can contain their shape within water without possessing flesh or bones because of the different density of the water in comparison to air. Canonly however, according to the wiki, Charlie melts away in water which makes the comparison between him and the animals mentioned before difficult.

This leaves slugs.

The slimy substance that they create protects them from the environment and allows their movement. It is secreted from pores in their ‘skin’ and is produced 24/7. Assuming Charlie's physiology works along the same principles, it would make him slimy to touch and would definitely help him reach places he otherwise wouldn't be able to reach. For example, in the case of slugs, it allows climbing of vertical and uneven surfaces.

This would explain why he mentions he sees everything because he can reach high surfaces, inaccessible for others, with a large view over the lands.

The slime produced by slugs also has similar properties to characteristics Charlie has. The slime produced become liquid under pressure (for example when forcibly squeezed into small spaces). It also would protect the rest of his body from bacteria, sun rays and the weather.

Slugs can change their shape, for example when in presence of predators where they contract their body in a smaller form which makes them harder and more compact. It's unsure if Charlie can do the same but personally I think this would certainly play a part in hiding in small spaces and watching events from the shadows.

On Charlie's wiki is described that he cannot blink or close his eyes, which is another trait that slugs also possess. Instead of blinking the creatures retract their eyes momentarily into the tentacles that hold them (in case of land snails and slugs at least).

Because slug’s bodies are made up mostly or water, it would make sense for Charlie to 'melt' when in contact with water. The slime he produces, which would protect him from small amounts of water, would most likely wash away with larger amounts of water or simply dissolve.

Because he describes himself to be formed out of a membrane it is very likely this membrane would be semi permeable and allows smaller molecules to pass through when inside a body of water due to osmosis (a process that allows a solvent to pass through a semi permeable membrane to the more concentrated side).

In short, his cells or he himself would explode.

Although he identifies as a male, slugs are actually hermaphrodites, which means that they typically have both sets of reproductive organs and when mating exchange sperm and both individuals lay eggs. Because he still appears to be a hybrids of some sort due to his human features it is also very likely he either identifies as a male or only has a singular set of reproductive organs.

Now to reach his diet, depending on the type of slug, they can eat close to anything. Some are herbivores, while others are carnivorous and in some cases eat dead specimen from their own species. Although the diets between species of slugs can change, it would also be likely for him to be an omnivore, another hint towards his human side, and be able to eat whatever.

Behaviour between slugs differs greatly between seasons and species, and as Charlie describes himself as 'formed in the earth over hundreds of years' it would be unlikely he'd be social with naturally generated slimes or have any sort of connection to them. Slugs also do not forms relationships, and instead move on after mating, which would enforce that Charlie wouldn't be social to other slimes.

Slugs also typically don't form a nest of some sort, instead dump their eggs in a shielded moist place before continuing on.

Generally they prefer to live in places that are warm, dark and moist, so Charlie's attraction to caves (also to spy on people) makes sense.

Because Charlie describes himself as slime or 'goop' without bones or flesh, it isn't farfetched to assume he doesn't really have organs either (excluding the brain and such). Biologically, this naturally causes a large array of problems and complications, and most of them I will disregard as it's impossible to find solutions or explanations for all of them.

Something however that would be possible, is eating. Naturally it wouldn't be done in a way similar to humans, but I'd assume that after passing through the membrane that forms his 'skin' the food would be transported to a separate type of organ, maybe somewhat resembling a stomach, separated from the rest of his body by a membrane. Different types of enzymes and lysosomes (organelles that break down large molecules) would slowly eat away at the food and break it down to molecules that can be absorbed back into his body.

This is just my hypothesis however, and naturally doesn't give an explanation for the massive amount of other problems, and personally I don't suspect to get an explanation for any of them, but I felt like I should mention this.

#dsmp character analysis #dsmp #dsmp charlie #dsmp character design #dsmp x reader #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #charlie slimecicle #charlie hybrid #slime hybrid #dream smp #dream smp charlie #dream smp character analysis #dream smp x reader #dream smp x y/n #dsmp hybrids #hybrid

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b000mbayah · 3 years

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Reaction to Reader being ill

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Requested: No

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Nayeon

Once she had heard your voice on the call she immediately knew something was up. Your voice was dry and you sounded horrible, like a frog had performed some kind of diving event in your stomach.

It took a few minutes for nayeon to arrive at your house with all the appropriate medicine and equipment. Nayeon rushed up to you as soon as she saw your weak figure on the bed watching TV, wrapped up in your bed sheets, and placed her hand on your forehead. Nayeon retracted her hand a second after touching, due to the unexpected heat.

She had rummaged through he bag before pulling out the pills and a bottle of water along with the other things she had brought for you.

She would stick with you for the rest of the day, laying in bed and sleeping together, nayeon couldn't care if she got ill herself if that means you're alright.

"shhh, let me help"

jeongyeon

It was when she woke up and was greeted with you sitting up sighing lightly. She at first thought it was just you needing to get away from the warmth of your sheets but once she heard you mumble a faint "shoot" then did she become curious.

She sneakily back hugged you but regretted it as soon as she felt how hot and icky you was. You were sweating so much that it made you sticky almost like slime or something. She gasped at the contact before releasing slowly and retreating from the bed. Being the cleanest person to exist she knows where everything is and helped you back to health.

"your skin felt like it was melting haha"

Momo

You two were eating when she noticed your loss in apatite and how you were playing with your food instead. Her raised eyebrow never left her face as she continued to watch you play with your food for sometime before attempting to feed you herself.

She raised the utensil to you mouth with pleading eyes making you open your mouth and chew lightly on the food. With one auditable gulp you felt wheezy and you immediately ran to the bathroom.

Momo came in with a glass of water and demanded for you to get in bed and sleep immediately.

Momo couldn't help but cook all your favourite foods for you, even if most of them ended up burnt or tasting a bit off. She just wanted you to be happy whilst being in this sick state.

"don't worry I'm helping you in this! But I may have eaten all the food we have..."

Sana

You waited patiently backstage for your girlfriend to finnish up the concert with her band mates but you begun to feel a slight stomach ache form. You took a seat on one of the couches near by. One of the staff members notices your red face and the small layer if sweat glistening on your face and comes over to you, asking of your okay.

You nodded your head, returning your attention to the small screen on the wall thats currently focused on the group performing, twice.

Loud cheers erupt from the stadium as twice finnish up their last dance before coming back stage. As soon as sanas eyes landed on you she ran and tackled you into a hug. At first she had no idea on why you were sweating but chose to ignore it, thinking you were just a little too warm. Only later on does she hear from the staff member that you've been coughing and are most likely ill.

Sana practically kicked down the door to your apartment with cans of soup in hand and the correct amount of medication for you. Sana would make you sleep in a place that suited the advised temperature before asking her members what to do next.

"I need to call my members oh my god I really am a terrible girlfriend"

Jihyo

Jihyo was with her fellow band mates practicing in the practice room next to your group's practice room when your members came flooding into the room asking for help. Since everyone in the group was younger than you by at least a year and were all still teenagers they had no clue about what to do.

They had told them that you had fainted due to lack of sleep and nutrition. Jihyo ran to the room next door to see your bpdy limp on the floor, unconscious. She immediately woke you up and hugged you before taking you to their dorm to rest.

You had tryed explaining that you just wanted to be the best possible leader you could be and to make JYP proud but Jihyo wasn't having none of it and told you to hush every time you even tried spoke. She would force you to take a hot bath before sleeping in her bed. You knew Jihyo was always protective but you never knew she was this protective when it came to someone being just ill.

"next time your staying with me, and you better listen when I say what's good for you and what's not"

Mina

Mina was at a fan sign when she had gotten a call from you asking if she could come over and cuddle later on. A hue of red spread across mina's face as she shyly agreed to it.

Once the fan sign had finished and arrived at your apartment, she used the spare key you had given her to open the door. She entered and locked the door before going on a scavenger hunt for her loved one. Once her eyes lay upon your figure she immediately comes over and bag hugs you with her face red and her arm tightly around your waist.

Your small coughs and sneezes made her confused. Once you turned around your saturated face was what met her own face, Mina understood as you hugged her and hiccuped with your head nuzzling into her neck. This penguin had made you a warm bath with all the essentials needed.

She ended up having to leave due to really bad schedules and you nagging about how she had helped you far more than you could have done in a million years. Mina had felt guilty for leaving you but managed to 'make it up to you by buying massive teddies for you to cuddle with when shes not around.

"I-I brought you some teddies to help cheer you up"

Dahyun

When Dahyun found out she was on a TV show not to mention it was live TV. It was during a commercial break that she saw you on the floor with groups of managers surrounding you in a state of utter panic. You hadn't been eating enough lately due to a comeback your group will be having, you are lacking the correct vitamins, correct sugar and correct everything.

Dahyun had ran up to you, lightly slapping your face lightly with tears threatening to fall from her eyes as paramedics came in and helped you to the hospital. Dahyun visited you as soon as the live broadcast was over, when she saw you she forced Jiyho give you an entire lecture about what to eat, even when your on these strick diets.

Dahyun would be genuinely concerned and worried for your safety, she may be a complete ball of energy but that doesn't stop her from becoming a void of emotions.

"I was so worried y/n, don't do this again or I will get God on you, and his side kick Jihyo"

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung wouldn't realise at first, wouldn't realise how you would barely move from the couch all day, taking constant naps and barely eating. She only noticed when she caught you sneezing every few seconds whilst groaning how you absolutely hate being ill. Chaeyoung didn't know much since its rare that she gets ill but she does know that sleep can help.

Chaeyoung smiles at you innocently with her adoring dimples before leading you to the bed and laying you down with a couple of blankets on top of the bed sheets since being in a warmer environment could help.

She would make you soup and basically anything to help you out along with cracking some weird jokes that Dahyun had told her.

Chaeyoung would help you the best she possibly could and even managed to make you smile and laugh like you normally would. Even though chaeyoung also ended up being ill with you, you two still never separated from one another.

"Y/N-AH IM N-NOW ILL"

Tzuyu

Tzuyu could tell from the second she saw you enter the apartment, you were covered in a bad rash and had little to no energy. Your drained face made a slight smile before you headed into your bedroom to get rest.

Even though tzuyu knows your ill she has no idea what to do. Normally Jiyho would help that member whilst the others sing to that ill member to help them fall asleep. However, this is a new problem she has yet to face.

Tzuyu grabbed her phone and searched up how to cure your illness, she would read them as carefully as possible before rushing out in a hurry to grab the creams and a few other things that you would appreciate.

Once she returned she begain to midly panic, she would rush over to your bed and shake you gently before telling you to apply the creams and what not.

Tzuyu waited patiently for you to come out and when she did she carefully pulled you into the bed and you layed there with your girlfriend clung to you like it was your last day on earth. Its a rare thing to see tzuyu like this and you love this side of her,.

"how did you manage this you idiot"

#twice #kpop #gxg #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #masterlist #minatozaki sana #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #Chaeyoung #tzuyu #chou tzuyu #girl+group+imagines #twice x reader

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help-im-a-gay-fish · 3 years

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It's A Long Road to Recovery.

(post Dark-Cream story)

"How's the water my Love? " Cross asked, dipping the tips of his fingers into the bath.

"perfect" Dream replied sinking slightly deeper into the water. The warmth wrapped around his bones and felt amazing on all the aches and pains.

"you got it just perfect"

The guard smiled wide "I'm glad to hear that, soak as long as you want, you deserve it"

The two had returned to the place they called home and Cross had drawn his beloved a bath. If Cross had it his way, he would have attempted to create a full spar treatment to pamper the bruised guardian. However, Dream had been more then happy to have something simple and the way he sighed as he relaxed in the water filled Cross with warmth.

It was so good to be home, even if it was mostly just a void with some rooms and things, it felt like home now. Though Cross wondered, with no anti sanses did that mean that him and Dream could settle down? They were engaged after all.

That thought make him smile wider. it had definitely been a long journey, but now that it was over him and Dream could finally be together. A family.

The gloopy mass had mostly washed off him now, though his joints where not completely free of it. Sadly, the lack of gloop now revealed just how damaged Dreams body was. There where huge cracks running across many of his bones and many bruised and stained areas. Then there was his eye.

Cross was trying hard not to look at it, but he didn't want Dream to know he was. Of course Dream was still beautiful, he always would be, but that didn't make it easy.

The wound was large and caused Cross to think about how it must have felt for him during the transformation. He hadn't seen the whole thing, but the sounds of Dreams bones splitting and his cries of agony became present in his mind whenever he looked at the eye.

It made him shudder to think of the pain he must have, and still was in.

"how's the" he started glancing away "the.... Eye?"

Dream sat up a bit.

"it's fine.... Mostly numb really"

He could sense his partners concern and didn't want to tell him the whole truth. It was painful and throbbed slowly, especially when touched. It threaten to hurt for a long time, not that it was a punishment he didn't deserve.

As soon as he was done in the bath he'd have to bind it.

Dream felt no shame in Cross being there while he bathed. He knew he wanted to stay in the water for a few hours, and those where hours that he wanted to spend with Cross. So therefore he'd asked Cross to join him.

The guardian stretched, wincing slightly as his back bones slid together. It ached and probably would for quite a while.

He pressed his fingers into the crook of his elbow joint, sighing in relief as more of the gloop stuck there gave way. The slime had dried and jammed up most of his joints, making him feel stiff and useless. It would take hours to clean, but it seemed like the warm water was helping it give way.

Taking a breath, he ducked his whole head and body under the water. Laying there under it for a few moments to soak, before resurfacing for air.

There was a trickle as Cross continued to flick the surface of the water with his fingers. Dream lent forward to shake the water from his skull and felt a sharp pain in his back. It didn't last very long but it was quite a surprise so it caused him to suck in air quickly through his teeth. Cross looked up straight away.

"Dream!?"

Dream took a breath and slowly moved his body back so he was lent against the bath again. The pain stopped.

"j-just moved to fast.... It will be fine, Nightmare said the first day was the most painful"

"right" Cross said, still concerned but with a slightly harder tone. "Rest...."

"I will Crossy, if Night was able to run, I'll be able to take care of myself" Dream replied, trying to sound reassuring.

He scooped up some of the bubbly foam from the waters surface in his hand and blew it in Cross' direction. Cross batted it with his hand in a playful cat-like fashion.

Dream smiled, seeing Cross acting playfully with him, it had been a long time since they'd been able to just exist as a couple. He would have continued to blow bubbles at him, but an intrusive thought ruined the momentary joy and it made him freeze.

" ¿Estaba él en este dolor?" he asked quietly. Cross glance sideways at him.

"hm?"

"Nightmare..." Dream clarified "......was he....is he in this pain?" Cross sighed.

"Dreamboat, you need to focus on your own recovery" he said, once again flicking the bath water with his fingers, though slightly more aggressively.

His tone was firm and slightly bitter "I know you worry, but he has Killer"

Shifting his legs around a bit, Dream sighed. He knew his partner was right, he shouldn't let himself worry about Nightmare to much, they would be in contact in a few days.

Yet he just couldn't help it. If he was in this bad of shape after a few months, then how bad would it be for Night after hundreds of years.

"but what if he-

-just drop it!"

Startled at Cross' tone, Dream flinched slightly. He wasn't used to Cross speaking to him like that and he didn't like it.

He narrowed his good eye at him and the soldier sheepishly looked away. Dream sensed shame from him, but also anger. His emotions were a mess.

"sorry i just meant-

-You're still thinking about what he did to you....."

Cross' shoulders tensing confirmed to Dream that he was right. His expression softened.

"Cross..."

"it's not just what he put me through" he said, still avoiding Dreams gaze "it's what he did to you... And heaven....." his voice trailed off and his eyes watered slightly.

Dream felt his soul twist as the memories flooded in. Feeling suddenly very cold, he lowered his legs deeper in the water.

Cross squeezed his eyes shut and shook the tears away. Before opening his mouth to keep speaking, but closing it again.

"oh.. Cross" Dream said, reaching forward in an effort to comfort him. But he soon lowered his arm when Cross continued to speak.

"I know he's your brother... And I know you want to reconnect with him...." he swallowed and turned back to his lover. "I'm not gonna stop you... And I'm not going to hold a grudge, I just need.....

".... time" Dream said finishing Cross' sentence. Cross nodded in response.

He felt selfish just saying it

Even if Dream seemed to understand he still felt bad.

The reality of everything was still catching up with him and it was a slightly rough reality.

He'd been on happy to see his beloved gloop free and happy, that he'd completely pushed aside any kind of confrontation he'd had in mind for Killer or Nightmare.

Both had serious partaking in his pain and he hadn't realised how much he resented them until now.

But the reality that had just hit him was that Dream was going to reconnect with with his brother and if Cross was going to be Dreams husband then Nightmare was going to be a part of his.... Family.

"........"

That thought hurt.

Dream stared at his partner for a long time, as Cross watched the water flicking under his fingers. Cross' emotions were very negative, Dream knew he needed to say something.

"it's ok Mi Soldado, you aren't the only one. .."

Cross looked up at him again.

"I may have forgiven him in my head, but I still need to forgive him in my heart". He struggled to keep his voice steady.

"I-it's been so many years"

he bent over his knees and hugged his legs tightly.

"just like my face, there are a lot of cracks to heal..." he'd sighed "it's not just you"

Cross' emotions calmed slightly and he relaxed at Dream's reassurance.

"Its going to be a long road to recovery Crossy, for all of us"

Cross gave him a soft smile, and reached forward to cup his soapy cheek.

"I'll be here every step of the way" he said in a gentle tone.

Dream melted.

He leaned over to catch Cross in a kiss and the soldier happy obliged. It was a soft and affectionate kiss. Something that they had both been needing in that moment.

After pulling away Dream sank back into the water with a sigh. For the first time in a long time, he felt that things were going to be OK.

So here I am was another little bonus Dark-Cream scene. I came up with this recently and sketched it out. I wasn't originally gonna finish it but @zu-is-here asked me to so I did. I'm not really 100% satisfied with it you know? The bubbles was horrible to draw, I'm proud of the water and the bones though. The writing was just a cute Scene I came up with. Because it can't just be all fine and dandy can it? Nightmare put them both through hell and everyone needs time to heal. Idk if that makes sense? But I hope you enjoyed.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii-gallery

Based off the Dark-Cream ship by @zu-is-here and the comic by @zu-is-here

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botwstoriesandsuch · 3 years

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Finally finished this! Sorry I’m a bit late.

Made this song in pairing with a new Revalink soulmark fic: Paraphrase

Based on a prompt @motherhyrule (Happy Birthday and thanks!)

Read it on AO3 or, here...

Chapter 1: Holes

There were holes in the sky.

While the artificial blue glow of Vah Medoh was a constant reminder of abnormal circumstances of this view—looking out into the east, you could be fooled for a moment to believe in serenity.

The details of the great, inky abyss were blurred by the occasional grey cloud, crawling towards the light of a decaying moon. Its pale, crescent complexion gave a humble glow to the dancing seas of grass and the motionless hills of glistening lake water. Below, wooden huts embraced one another on the edges of an ancient spire. The winds had crafted a fine sculpture, the unique silhouette of Rito Village cast faint shadows on Lake Totori.

There was distant whistling from either the cutting breeze or a bored village guard, perhaps leaning against his spear, dreaming of slumber.

There's a fire, somewhere. A spiral of smoke rises with a delicious aroma fantastic enough to reach the heights of Medoh. Someone making a late-night stew, under the dotted, broken sky.

If you could tear your eyes away from the nature down below, the navy blue canvas would still be there to greet you—a perfect night that cloaked any traces of the sun, as if time was always meant to be this way. Unchanging, and ever an elegant, unrivaled mix of blue, black, and grey.

But of course, unchanging was not everlasting. The perfect canvas was pierced by the frozen heights of Hebra, and flaming stars. Whole armies of them were scattered across the sky, as if the goddess had flicked a handful of embers at the night, burning through the blue and into an unknown.

"I heard that stars are actually holes into the heavens." Link finally said. "Like...They break through the sky, and at night you can look through them and see the great beyond." He leaned back, shifting himself into a more comfortable position on the rocky cliff.

The ghost beside him raised an eyebrow, wings tucked behind his back.

"Oh? And where exactly did you hear that?"

Silence.

The boy looks out to the distant mountains, wreathed in grey clouds with filtered moonlight. When the wind blows his golden hair just the right way, you could catch a glimpse of a familiar expression.

"...I'm not too sure."

Revali nodded, looking back into the night. He stood beside the hero, and let a quiet sigh escape him, the turquoise flames that circled around the Rito seemed to rise and fall with his chest. "Well. I cannot confirm or deny such a thing, but I imagine it's a decent enough fairy tale to entertain the fledglings."

Link scoffs, a smile tugging at his lips. "Really? They don't give you a big ghost book on how all of life works? What's the point of being dead if you don't know the answer to all the fancy questions?"

"I appear to have missed Hylia's educational spirit lecture. Perhaps my schedule was busy at the time. I do apologize."

"Don't apologize to me! You're the one who missed a once-in-a-afterlife-time opportunity."

"..."

"...Too soon?"

"No, it was just a horrible joke."

"Pfft. Well OK, Mr. 'Well I'll be plucked'"

"I don't think I'm going to accept criticism from someone who's sense of humor isn't even a year old."

"Aha...Fair enough."

A chuckle. A nod. A smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

Silence.

The moon crawls further west. Winds start to die with conversation.

The ghost sighs again, but of course, no breath escapes him. Something itches in the back of his mind, and he looks up at Medoh.

Her phantom blue eyes pierce both mortal and incorporeal, yet there's a tenderness in the way her head tilts towards Revali—every so slightly so as not to wake the whole kingdom with the groan of gears. The gesture is wordlessly understood by her pilot, something about speaking the unspoken. He clicks his tongue.

I don't remember flipping a relationship advice switch in your control unit...

Medoh's lights glow brighter and dim, playfully.

The Rito shakes his head.

No, he thinks again. It's better this way.

The Champion looks out towards Hyrule Castle, Medoh's red laser aimed directly into the heart of the swirling malice. From this view, it’s almost beautiful. Like layered petals of a rose...

I cannot wait to burn it to the ground.

"Yeah..." Link replied. "Don't worry, Revali. It'll be different this time. I won't let you down, again."

The Rito blinked. "Ah. Did I...say that outloud?"

Link nodded, tilting his head to the side with a smile. "You always seem in such deep thought when looking at Medoh. Your face gets a lot more s—uh...I don't know... " He trailed off, making the wise decision to not finish the sentence. Afterall, he wanted to hang out for a little bit longer before Revali's glares punted him to the Akkalain Sea.

Nonetheless, Revali grimaced. Looking at him? Acknowledging him? Oh, there was nothing worse in the world than that...

Time really can change anything.

"Hmph. Well," Revali turned his head back towards Medoh, "With Windblight gone, it's nice to actually have conversations...As unconventional as they may be." He makes sure that his smile can only be seen by the sky.

"She's good company."

Link picks at loose pebbles, tossing them off the cliff and letting gravity take them to new destinations. His hands are already coated in a dusty beige dust.

"Well, if Medoh ever becomes a bore. My schedule's always open." He chuckles. "I'm certainly a different sort of company in comparison, so I should be able to spice up your d—!"

"No."

The iciness of his tone runs Link's spine cold. He dares to look up at the Champion.

It takes all of Revali's strength to continue staring at the stars.

"You should really stop coming here, Link. You have a job to do, and so do I. You gain nothing by returning here each night."

He pauses, his beak clenched just a bit too tightly.

"You did well, avenging me, but now...Your job here is done, and there is more work to do. The fact that you keep visiting each night while the world fades away is pathetic, honestly. You banter and quip as if you have all the time in the world, as if everything doesn't depend on your success. Quit acting childish."

Silence. It drowns out the whistling wind.

Revali looks at the holes in the sky.

"It'll be morning in a few, so get lost. I don't need you here."

The Rito can feel the hero's eyes tearing into him.

= = = = = = =

"Careful now! Can't have you return with half a head. Can I?" Revali loosed an arrow just above Link's head, striking true in a Bokoblin's right eye.

Link whips around just in time to see the monster drop dead, just a foot away from where the knight stood. He turns back and gives the Rito a thumbs up in gratitude.

"Eye think that solves that problem." Link groans and rolls his eyes, but Revali smirks at the grin he attempts to hide. "Ah...One of the best things about these occasions is that you're in no position to quip back at me with your hands full like that." Revali shoots him a wink. "Perhaps I'll interpret your silence as overwhelming awe for my verbal abilities."

The Rito bows left and right, playfully. "Thank you, thank you. It takes a great deal of practice, but perhaps you'll grace my level of skill one day."

Link signs as best he can with the Master Sword in his left grip.

"You're an asshole."

"Perhaps. But it's your fault for sticking around!"

"On your left..." He suddenly says.

There's no hesitation as Revali moves his head out of the way, letting Link swing his sword over his shoulder. A brilliant beam of blue light escapes the edge of his sword, the disc of energy making contact with a Bokoblin's neck, slicing it asunder mid-roar.

"Hmm. Now that's just breath taki—"

"Shut UP!" Link says, knocking an elbow into his ribs. He starts to sign again. "Let's keep heading east. We need to close this pincer quickly. I'd like to finish before lunch..."

The Rito scans the snow covered path, littered with monster guts and blood. Deep reds and purple stain the pristine, crisp morning. The sky is a deep green, pine trees covering the day, dressed in coats of white. The breeze blows the smell of rotting corpses and hickory his way.

"Alright. Let's get a move on. Don't need the Princesses yelling at us again."

"A bit late for that, don't you think?"

The boys both look up in time to see a large burst of water erupt from a nearby cliff. It cascades into a shimmering slide, that freezes as it flows. A bright red Zora flips through the air and descends on it, landing delicately in front of the two. She gives a warm smile that could melt the winter.

"Shall I assume you ran into some chuchu troubles, again?"

Revali scoffed. "That was one time!"

"Hehehe...chuchu go 'sluuurrrp...'"

"Plus, that incident was entirely a certain knight's fault. I've been nothing but incredibly efficient and productive, since then."

"And your tail feathers are all the better for it!"

Revali thwacked Link with his bow to shut him up. The knight rubbed the back of his head with an "Ow..." and shot a rude glare, but the Rito continued. "So where is the Princess?"

Mipha gestured uphill to where she had come from, her magical waterfall already beginning to melt away. "We finished cleaning up the other end of the Tabantha path. She's met up with Urbosa and Daruk by one of the bridges."

The Zora smiles as she looks between Revali and Link. "I volunteered to check on you two while the others headed back. Neither of you need help cleaning chuchu slime out of your hair, yes? I do have the pliers, this time."

Revali's rageful squawk was drowned out by Link's laughter.

Before the trio's banter could truly serenade with the sounds of the forest, Mipha was off to regroup with the others, and Link was soaring in the sky.

The sky was open and clear, not a speck of grey clouded the air. The sun was perched comfortably on the heights of Tabantha ridge, painting the horizon with strokes of orange, the distance blushing in the morning's presence.

The wind flipped Link's hair back and forth, so he finished tying the braid behind his neck, woven tightly with a single, Prussian blue feather. Its tip looked like someone had dipped it in the moon's pale glow.

Braid or no, the heights above Lake Totori were quite cold, and Link nuzzled himself further into Revali's soft feathers. If he were any softer, it wouldn't be out of the question to drown in him.

"You're distracting me." Revali craned his neck back, raising an eyebrow at his passenger. "Keep it together, back there."

The hero shrugged his shoulders. "It's cold."

"I told you to drink another elixir before I took off."

"I wasn't cold then! Besides," He flopped back into the Rito's soft down. "This is adequate protection." Link's words were slightly muffled as he spoke.

Revali sighed. "You're insufferable..."

Eying the destination down below, the Rito rolled his shoulders to get Link's attention. "Keep steady. We're almost there." He started to dip forward.

"And try not to go flying, I imagine it won't work out well for you."

Before Link could even process his words, his stomach started to drop. Falling fast, Revali arched nearly perpendicular to the ground, his bright blue scarf flapping behind him. The Hylian on his back could do nothing but grip onto his armour for dear life, clothes flapping wildly. His loose sleeves caught the wind, pushing them back to reveal pale gold letters, etched in the underside of his right forearm.

Leaving so soon?

The wind rushed by Link's ears, and the sky quickly faded from the cerulean glow of morning, to the snow laced air of the Hebra. What was once broad strokes of indistinct colors soon morphed into the intricate faults, flaws, and edges of towering grey mountain peaks. With the heavens stolen from them, and the frozen earth quickly coming to greet them, Revali quickly opened his wings to catch the air, swooping just above the ground and shooting forward towards the Flight Range.

Rows of cool safflina and wildberries whizzed by, the scent of smoked boar drawing closer and closer. Revali could practically feel Link's appetite from aura alone. Although, the fact that his grip on his back was starting to tighten didn't exactly keep it subtle, either.

"I left the stew going before we headed out for the mission. It should be perfect by now..." He tucked his wings into himself with a quick twirl as he shot through a narrow pass.

The cold updrafts of the Flight Range now biting into his face; the Rito let his wings expand with a few more great flaps, before landing gracefully on the railing of the wooden platform.

Link practically soared off Revali's back and bounded straight for the simmering pot.

"'Thank you, Revali, for giving me a ride across all of Tabantha without asking for so much as a rupee in return!' Oh, you're so welcome, my dear hero. It's always a pleasure to aid a flightless Hylian in need." He shook his head as he made his way into the hut.

"'Oh, but really Revali! The speed at which you travel, and the strength required to take on my loathsome person as you fly is truly something to admire. It's a miracle you took me with you at all.' Why, you are much too generous with your compliments, Link. I have half a mind to write this all down for—MmMph?!"

In a brilliant move of both telling Revali to shut the fuck up, while also sharing their meal, Link shoved a ladleful of delicious stew in the Rito's beak.

Warm, savoury stew trickled down his throat, banishing the cold from his body in mere moments. His tastebuds were nestled with flavours of nutmeg, tender meat, and the delicate heat of a perhaps a single, spicy pepper.

Link's expression was equal parts, "Will you shut up now?" and "So how's it taste?"

"Not too bad...The prime meat I procured is obviously the main event. But your seasoning skills are certainly something of note..." Revali made his way to one of the cabinets, as Link rolled his eyes.

The Rito set his bow beside the Master Sword, leaning it against the painted wood. His eyes lingered on it for a bit too long, before he scoffed and continued on his routine.

Quiver on the counter; bomb arrows wrapped properly; armour loosened and set aside; scarf—

The feathers on Revali's neck suddenly floofed up at Link's touch. But he didn't dare turn around and risk losing the sensation.

He carefully unfolded the fabric around Revali's neck, and drew it off his shoulder. He wrapped it around himself, and signed at the Rito, "Mine, now."

The Rito chuckled, before turning back around to look at the hero, now adorned with far too much blue. Blue tunic, blue scarf, and sapphire eyes—it wouldn't be out of the question to mistake him for the sky.

Link stretched out his hand, and traced the edges of Revali's face, eventually falling down his neck, and towards his shoulders. His fingers eventually hovered over some familiar words that wrapped down the left side of his neck and down his shoulder.

You should give yourself more credit.

They both did nothing but smile at each for a moment, leaning closer and succumbing to the moment. Revali could already feel Link's breath, and see the bits of snow still sticking to his (horribly) braided hair.

The Hylian saw something curious in the Rito's expression as he planted a kiss on the tip of his beak. Looking back up at his jade eyes, he couldn't help but smile wide. Revali cocked an eyebrow.

"Something to say?"

Quiet. The fire chuckled in the background.

Link finally leaned in and whispered to him.

"You smell like shit."

Revali scoffed loudly before shoving Link to the carpet, where he burst out laughing, the wind carrying it to the spirits above.

"Gods, you're insufferable. Why do I settle for you..."

Link unsuccessfully attempted to toss a pillow in his face in revenge—Revali catching it with ease.

"Beats me! Now come here, you stinky bird." He patted the space in front of the fire. No doubt he wanted to sit between his wings again

"Stew or no, I need you to keep me toasty."

In no time, Revali had sat down and wrapped himself around Link, resting his beak on his head.

A hole in the ceiling let sunlight trickle on them as they warmed up.

= = = = = = =

Link finally sighed, the sound falling off into the void below.

"You-I can't-It was never..." He trails off, before chucking another pebble off the cliff, shaking his head.

"...I'm sorry. I know that you...That we're not really...friends or whatever...I don't mean to force you into anything uncomfortable. I owe you that much..." He looked up at the spirit, a determined look on his face.

"But, don't worry. Whatever mess I was before, whatever person you hated 100 years ago. They're gone, now. I promise I'm different. I promise I won't repeat whatever mistakes I made with you."

Revali just wants to die all over again.

"Well. That's good to hear. Perhaps there's hope for you yet, hero..." He walks forward, so he can't see his face, pointing a translucent feather far out east.

"I'd say your next objection should be Rudania. It's the closest. You can backtrack through whatever roads you've already trailed through getting here." The Rito then waved towards some glistening summits just a bit south. "Although, you said you've been to Kakariko and Hateno, yes? You could probably trek to Zora's Domain from there. The Zora will no doubt be a great asset to your further adventures—"

"Who was I closest to?"

Revali knew it was impossible to feel cold at this point, but he felt something shiver nonetheless.

"What do you mean?"

"Like...the pilots I mean. Was I...particularly close with any of them?"

"Well how should I know!" Revali snapped. He immediately regretted it seeing the look in Link's eyes. "I mean...sorry..."

Silence.

"...Mipha would be overjoyed to see you, I'm sure." He pointed again towards the cliffs surrounding Zora's Domain. "She had quite the heart...She'll make better company than I, I'm sure."

"Mhm...Alright." Link nodded to himself.

"But whatever you choose, don't try taking on Naboris, yet. Urbosa was one of the strongest warriors that even I've ever met. So I imagine that what awaits there is...deserving of more preparation."

The moon escaped from the clutches of a grey cloud, and the two of them were bathed in moonlight.

The knight's sword on his back glistens.

"I'll start making preparations tomorrow, and I'll finally be out of your hair." Link scratched the back of his head. "Although...I hope you don't mind if I come back every now and then to get pointers on using your Gale. I really only used it that one time when you gave it to me, and I've been a bit scared ever since, aha..."

Revali nodded. "That would be a more productive use of your time, yes."

Link finally stood, adjusting the strap of his sword around his shoulder.

"S-So...with Mipha. I actually heard from Kass that...uh he's—well you see, I figured you could confirm if she actually—"

"Stop." His response was as sudden as thunder. Link started sputtering again.

"S-Sorry. I know you just s—"

"Stop doing that. Stop trying to learn about the past, there's nothing for you there." Revali poked a feather at Link's head, which surprisingly made physical contact as he flinched away. "You've been given a gift, you understand? You have the luxury of being unburdened by the pains and memories of 100 years ago, while the rest of us have been stuck wallowing in what we once knew for over a century. Things that we can never attain now that we are dead." He glared, eyes sharp enough to stab into Link's flesh.

"It'd be an insult to the rest of us to throw away such a gift. So stop being ungrateful, and move on."

Silence.

Revali sighed, turning back towards Medoh. "Now get los—"

"You have no right to speak to me like that!"

The Rito whipped around. "Excuse me?"

"You don't know what it's like!" Link stomped a foot down. "You don't know what it's like, to have no attachments, no nothing to grasp onto!"

The Hylian shook his head, looking at his hands. "You're dead because of my failures, and for that, I'm truly sorry. I really am. But..." He looked the Rito, dead in the eyes. "But now I have nothing of value. Nothing to tell me what I'm worth, besides being a fighter. Besides defeating the Calamity. I don't know what kind of person I need to be," He waves a hand at Revali, "Or even what person I should try not to be. I can't...I don't want to just be nothing. Nothing but a sword and useless snippets of a dead past.

"So don't try and tell me there's nothing for me in the past. I need to know what I was, what I lost, and what I did wrong. N-Not just for me, but for everyone's sake! I want to truly know what this is all for, even if it hurts me..."

Link looked down, caressing his right wrist. "I want to know...what it was like to be complete...at the very least..."

Revali looked him up and down, something clawing up the inside of his chest, threatening to escape as dangerous words.

"...Let me see your arm."

"What—?"

"Hurry up, and just come."

Link cautiously stepped closer to Revali, extending his right arm towards him, like a handshake. But he roughly tugged him closer and folded the sleeve of his Rito garb away, exposing the skin to the crisp night air.

Pale gold letters adorned Link's inner arm, running from his wrist to his inner elbow.

Why did you think it was impossible?

The Rito nodded to himself. He had noted the first word being different when he had first reunited with Link, but it put him at ease—and completely shattered something—to have his suspicions confirmed.

"Do you know what this is, hero?"

"Yeah, it's a soulmark. This is probably what my soulmate 100 years ago said when they—"

"No." Revali let his arm fall, turning away. "It's a soulmark alright, but your soulmate is very much alive."

"Wh-What?!" Link started to walk up to Revali. "T-That's impossible! I-It's been over a hundred—"

"That's not the soulmark you had when I met you." Revali said simply. "You died. You were revived. You are adorned with a new mark, and are destined for someone new. Or someones. Or, maybe your soulmate is just yourself, it really depends..." He turned his head back.

Link was just staring at his arm. He bore no smile, but Revali could see the new fire in his eyes.

"It's like I said. It'd be an insult to go digging up the past. But I suppose I can't stop you..." Revali continued to make his way to Medoh. "You want something to fight for? Fight for that..."

The moon disappeared behind another cloud, and the glow of Medoh was all that bathed them. Link finally looked up, calling after the ghost in the mist.

"I...Thank you, Revali. But just so you know..." The Rito Champion turned, staring directly at the hero's determined expression.

"This doesn't change what I want. I still intend to know who I was."

There was quiet as they each looked at their ghosts.

Revali sighed, giving a sad nod.

"I know."

He disappeared in glowing blue flames, the embers falling towards the stars.

#if you reblog this revali comes to your house and gives you a hug. it's a proven fact #revalink #paraphrase revalink #mudkip music #botw fanfiction #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #soulmark au #botw soulmark au

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evolutionsvoid · 3 years

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Thinking of this species reminds me of all the times that folk have told me about local hydras and hydra sightings. Tales of some hydra in the nearby forest, one dwelling in an old mineshaft or even swimming out in the open sea! The stories are quite endless and quite frustrating. Not only do many people constantly assume that anything big and nasty is some kind of dragon, but the second some beast has multiple "heads" then it is some vicious hydra! Not only is this terrible identification, but it is also obnoxious when you are trying to actually study these kinds of creatures! Which tales are real, which are fake? The amount of times people have gabbed on about a possible new species, only for it to turn out to be some beast we already know quite well! To hike all the way out there to find that it is some crocodile infested with hydra worms, or a shallow dwelling Scylla or even a Slime that liked to have a lot of hands to pick apples! What a ludicrous waste of time! At least take a second to figure out what these "heads" are, because most of the time they are just tentacles, worms or appendages that just look the part. While you're at it, take a moment to actually properly identify the beast as a whole, you do no one any favors giving false information. Especially that poor Slime who was nearly taken out by idiotic monster slayers just for working at an orchard! I guess it was a good thing I was there investigating the "herbivorous hydra," because someone needed to set these people straight! Anyway, all this rambling was for me to talk about a species that gets this "hydra" label slapped on them a whole lot. I would say that ninety percent of all "forest hydra" sightings are actually Serpent Nests that people stumble upon. I can kind of see where the mix up can happen, but they have a pretty distinct look that should be easy to spot. Well, if they are holding still that is... The Serpent Nest is not some kind of snake or reptile, but actually a plant. Though some who encounter it may say otherwise, it is a rooted species that grows where it is planted and remains there its whole life. It is a rather wide spread species, as it can be found wherever there is seasonal moisture and a healthy dose of sunlight. Bogs, swamps and such are good homes, but they can also grow in forests and such that receive a decent amount of rainfall. Though they are green and rooted, they are not plants that are easily missed, as this species is quite large! In their early stages, they are only about two feet wide and have an arm's length reach, but this changes quite fast! In only a few years, they can reach the diameter of ten feet and their range is even longer! Even at this size, they aren't even done. Serpent Nests seem to grow throughout their entire life, though the rate seems to slow in later years. A lot of this later growth is directed towards its "heads," which make older specimens even more dangerous! While the Serpent Nest is a rooted, immobile thing, it is by no means a helpless vegetable! To better understand the Serpent Nest's abilities, one should look at its anatomy. A large portion of is mass is concentrated in its base, this is where the Nest is rooted and it serves as the main body. It has many thick leaves that are arranged in a floral-like pattern, where they can open and close like petals around a central opening. This arrangement allows them to open up during good weather and hunting, as well as slam shut to protect itself from the elements and attack. Beneath these leaves, near the roots, are numerous tendrils that branch out into wet droplets. They writhe and sway like snakes, but they lack the bite of these vipers. These are sensory organs, used to detect prey and predators in a method I shall describe later. On the inside of this huge "flower" it is like a shallow pit that is ringed with small tendrils and hundreds of small pores. Within here grows the main arsenal of the Serpent Nest and its most notorious feature, the "serpents" themselves. These long appendages are not separate creatures or even a head, rather they are long tentacles whose shape evokes the image of said serpent. Unlike the main body of the Nest, these limbs are incredibly flexible and move at astonishing speeds. Not only do they look like snakes, but they strike with the same speed and ferocity! Their stems are tough but elastic, allowing them to stretch an incredible amount! This elastic nature makes it difficult to properly measure the length of these "serpents," as their resting position is almost half of their actual range. Regardless, it is easy to see that these limbs can grow ludicrous lengths, especially in the older specimens! There are tales of one Nest whose arms reached over forty feet! Not sure if it is true, but I could believe it due to their continual growth!

Further examination of these "serpents" will lead you to their "heads." In truth, there are no fangs or mouth to be found in this part, just a whole lot of sticky slime and hairy barbs. At the ends, the tentacle will end in a flexible paddle-shape. On top will be stiff spines and underneath is a whole mess of hooks, hairs and pores. Here is where the "heads" produce a sticky slime that practically drips from their arms. This is no ordinary gooiness, this "dew" is quite adhesive and quickly turns into glue when it makes contact with prey. The bond is quite powerful, making escape from its grip quite difficult. Not only is it incredibly sticky, it also has a nasty little weapon hidden inside. This glue-like substance also contains digestive fluids, which can slowly eat through flesh. Now don't think that it will sear through a limb like powerful acid, because it isn't that strong. The glue that drips from their arms has only a low dose of this digestive fluid, so brief contact will only give you a slight sunburn. Now this does not mean this stuff isn't dangerous, because I should mention that this dew is not all the same. In fact, the gluey dew this plant creates has various mixtures depending on the body part. For these "heads" the dew is primarily an adhesive, meant to create an inescapable grip. A small dose of digestive fluid gives this dew a slight burn to wound prey and obtain a better grasp. On the lower sensory tendrils and at the stalked tips of the "heads" are globs of dew that are very watered down. These drops contain zero digestive fluids, and are held together by a delicate mucous skin. These are not meant for capture, but instead to detect prey. The fine film that holds the dew drop together is sensitive to sound and air movement, and any disruption causes the glob to ripple. With this, the Serpent Nest can "hear" prey approach, as the noise they create will set off the sensory tendrils. The tips of their "heads" also possess these delicate drops, and they use them to better target prey. The running and thrashing of a victim creates a disturbance they can zero in on, and they will lash out to snare them. The other different mixture they possess can be found inside their flowery base. The tips of these opening and closing leaves are covered in glue gobs, which are used purely for adhesive. The further you go in, the higher amount of digestive fluid is present in this fluid. In the central opening of the Serpent Nest, the dew is so soaked with acid that it will indeed burn through flesh. It also has the sticky properties mixed in, meaning that it latches on and eats away like an voracious Slime. With all these different compositions of their dew laid out, it is time to show how they all work in tandem. Though they are rooted in place, Serpent Nests are hunters. Their long reaching limbs are what allow them to snare prey and bring them to their immobile bodies. First, they use their sensory tendrils to detect the presence of food. Once that happens, their central blossom will open up so that the "serpents" may uncoil and rise. Using their own sensitive dew drops, these arms will slither towards prey and determine if they are in range. When they are in striking range, they lash out with lightening speeds, snaring the victim in their gooey embrace. The barbed "heads" of these limbs easily hook into flesh, and the adhesive slime makes the grip even stronger. They will coil around prey and constrict them, mainly to keep them from escaping. Depending on the size of the prey, multiple heads will help to subdue them. For smaller creatures, the arms may crush or strangle them, their coils squeezing the life right out of them. Human-sized prey can also meet this fate, as the limbs may get a hold of their neck and crush their windpipe. In some places, people refer to this species as "Noose Plants," as they can dispatch victims just as efficiently as any execution. Horrible as this sounds, it may be a more merciful end. When prey is killed or subdued, the arms will reel them into the central bloom. The victim will be dropped inside and the leaves will snap shut. Sealed inside the Nest, the adhesive slime will pin them down and make movement sluggish, all while the powerful acid begins to digest them. For some unlucky souls, they will be alive as the digestive fluid melts their flesh into a bloody soup, which the plant's pores greedily suck up. Some may asphyxiate in the thick glue, while others will perish as their bodies are broken down. What remains when the plant opens back up is a sticky skeleton, which will remain in its maw for some time. A Serpent Nest will leave the corpses of its victims inside the main body for a few days, as it can attract scavengers who will become stuck in its gooey stomach. After the hungry crowd realizes the trap, the bones will be picked out and tossed away. They need to make room for the next victim. Due to their predatory nature, Serpent Nests self-pollinate, as any insect that encounters them is often eaten. They develop their seeds within the central bloom, and will pick them out with their serpent arms when they are ready. Coating each seed in dew, the arms will stretch out to their max length and adhere these seeds to any piece of vegetation or debris they can find. The hope is that some creature will trundle by and get the seeds stuck on them. If this same creature is lucky to avoid the Nest's hunger, they will carry this cargo until the dew dries and the seeds fall off. Wherever they fall, they will take root. Hopefully, for this species, the conditions will be right for it to germinate. If it succeeds and sprouts, the young plant will use its sticky dew to catch and eat bugs, building up for the day when it will be able to snare bigger, meatier meals. With a love for meat and an aggressive nature, Serpent Nests are quite reviled by most communities. They are quick to lash out at any movement, and they will eat anything they get a hold of. Their dew can easily gum up the limbs of human-sized creatures, and their strength can overpower these trapped individuals. With lightening fast strikes, they are hard to predict and fight against, especially since they only need one good shot at your throat to finish you off. The older individuals of this species can snap a neck or crush a windpipe with a single limb, which is worse when they possess a dozen of them! Slicing these "serpents" in half isn't even helpful if you don't kill the central body, as they will just regrow. Dryads aren't even a fan of these plants, as their aggression is based on movement and we tend to move around! An intruding dryad will be dispatched like any other beast, though the Nest will be aggravated when the dew doesn't digest us. When they find our corpses unpalatable, they will just dump them on the ground and hope scavengers come in so they can catch a tastier meal. With even us plant-lovers against this species, it should be no surprise that these creatures are destroyed whenever they take root near a settlement. Unfortunately, this species is quite wide spread and are fast growers, meaning there are plenty of hidden swamps and darkened forests where they dwell. When people vanish in these places, many are quick to blame the beasts of the land, but it may easily be that they just became fertilizer for a very hungry plant. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ------------------------------------------ Feels like forever since I posted a species entry, so I figured now was a good time as any! Trying to give some other carnivorous plants of the world some love here!

#sundew #plant #carnivourousplant #monster #creature #plant monster #art #drawing

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make-it-mavis · 3 years

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Homesick (Entry #24)

(cw: 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT, drug use) ------------

01/10/88 9:46 PM

Hey.

Looking back on all this, I noticed something.

Ever since you’d left, I had been stuck in perpetual fight-or-flight mode. My first instinct was, as always, to fight. I fought to find you, to disprove the lies everyone had been spinning about you and about me, and emerge a winner over this false reality I was supposed to submit to. All my strength, my resolve, my conviction, was tied to the idea that you were still alive. After Tapper’s, I just couldn’t lie to myself anymore.

You were gone. My brush powers were gone. Whatever shred of acceptance I’d garnered in the arcade over the years was gone. What was there to fight for anymore?

Flight was the only option left.

The morning after that night, I knew it was time to be on my own again. I didn’t need company anymore. I’d stopped being afraid of murderous sprites sneaking in. I’d like to say the reason for that was I’d stopped being an idiot and really clued in that I can’t be deleted in my own game. I’d like to say that. I think the cold truth of it was that my newfound guilt dwarfed any reason I had to be afraid.

I packed up my things. I said goodbye to Wreck-it, thanked him for my stay (which threw him off again), and brought my things back to my den. Coming back to it should have felt right in some way, but it didn’t. It’s true that my den has never fully felt like home, but it’s at least been a place to be surrounded by things that belong to me. I looked at all my junk strewn everywhere, my well-guarded stolen treasures accrued over the years, and wondered why the hell I kept any of it. It almost made me angry, in a way. A small part of me wanted to just burn it all.

I spent the whole day in that junk heap, antsy as hell, just trying to keep occupied until closing. Once I’d decided to try GC, it was all I could think about. I just ran the actions through my head over and over -- the arcade would close, I would venture out alone, track down one of the few dealers willing to do business with me, buy a block of GC, come back to my pile of junk, and take it.

That’s exactly what happened.

Now, I know what you’d say right about now, and yes, it was a risky move, taking GC in my own game, especially for someone with a code deficiency. For all I knew, one hit of the stuff could have thrown my code in a blender and splattered it all over the trees. No one knew I was doing this, either, so no one would know if I corrupted, not until Fix-it inevitably found my mangled sprite. I was fully aware of the risks, but somehow, I didn’t care. There was danger, but it felt so far away. Like it just wouldn’t happen to me. Why not? I don’t know. That’s just how it felt. Risks were inconsequential.

All that mattered to me was escaping life.

And GC? Oh, GC. It was my escape.

Buffs I’d been taking up to that point had been child’s play. They took whatever warmth or pleasure that existed inside me and tried to stretch it as far as it would go. They lit a fire under my moxie and gave me a fighting edge against everything thrown my way. They blurred reality. They weakened it. But they never made it go away.

GC does. Game Changers live up to their name. They grasp you tight and yank you out of reality so hard, you almost forget it was ever there at all. I guess you could call it dreaming while awake, only ten times more vivid, twenty times more intense, thirty times more satisfying.

But, like dreams, experiences with it seem to be hard to remember and even harder to describe. I took four hits of GC over the course of about a week, and the further along we go, the more I remember of the visions, and the less I remember of the reality in between. It’s gonna be a challenge to write. If you were able to read this, you would complain about it being hard to follow and full of gaps. Well, it’s no clearer for me than it is for you, so suck it up.

Okay. That first night, that first hit.

I punched open the block, took the buff inside, and immediately thought I was corrupting.

My skin went cold with sweat, my heart punched my ribs, my brain clenched and my stomach twisted. I fell back. I felt what I would describe as each individual digit of my binary being turned backwards all at once. It was unreal.

Then, just like that, it was gone.

And the release of that pain was… let’s say I felt it in places that had otherwise been dormant for a long time.

It made me inconsolably horny, is what I’m saying. Painfully so.

At first, that appeared to be it. No hallucinations, no mental roadtrips, just extremely urgent arousal. I was a little underwhelmed, but I took what I could get. The last thing on my mind since you’d left had been sex, or anything related to it, which I trust needs no explanation. So, whatever, I figured. I’m a big girl with two hands and a brush, I can take care of myself.

Only, I couldn’t.

When I went to grab my belt, I couldn’t move either of my arms. They were glued to the ground, along with my back. While I was sitting there wondering why nothing was happening, the trees had started profusely bleeding a sticky red sap that smelled amazing, but held me down tight. My entire den began to flood with it, and the leaves above reddened and swelled into tender fist-sized cherries that sloughed into the syrup below. The bare trees stretched tall, curved over my den, and locked branches like dozens of twisting fingers weaving together. Within a minute, the trees closed all gaps, trapping me in complete darkness with a slowly growing bath of cherry pie filling.

I wasn’t scared. Not even a little. I was pissed. I was absolutely dying for any kind of contact, any relief, but of course, I had to be denied by something so unforgivingly weird as a spontaneous pie flood. As I squirmed around, trying to find some kind of pressure, I felt the goop around me start to heat up. Slowly, the entire chamber became like a sauna. Thicker sap melted into runny syrup that dripped on me from the ceiling. I could feel steam on my face mixing with beading sweat. It was around that point that I started panting. Around that point, the game changed.

In the burning, viscous syrup around me, giant cherries dragged slowly down my body like wandering hands. Some even split open, exposing positively obscene warm, soft, wet flesh that I could feel sliding directly across my skin, as if my clothes weren’t even there. I leaned into the shapes and groped around where I could in the sugary slime, and let my fingers sink deep into the velvety smooth bits of cherry heat, which somehow made me shudder right down to my bones. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t helping. It was just working me up even more. Every touch and smell and sound of my own desperate, frustrated breathing shot rippling euphoric waves through my very code. I’d never been so needy for touch in all my life, and the closest I could get to it was a bath of cherries.

After an agonizingly long time, the syrup had reached dangerous levels. It would have been over my head if I wasn’t already propped up on… what I can only assume entered the dream as a pillow. For a moment, the thought crossed my mind that I might actually drown there, but that’s when I heard rumbling. The entire structure around me began to shake. There was a great, rocky crack, and the roof above me split open like an egg, revealing a night sky unlike any other.

It was a kaleidoscope. The sky curved with rows of millions of tiny LED lights with colors that travelled seamlessly with one another like a scrolling electric sign. Bright and brilliant as it was, its light just barely illuminated my surroundings, like rainbow moonlight. That glimpse alone would have left me awestruck, but there was so much more.

In an instant, the cherry room crumbled and fell away. The ground around me cracked and broke off to leave me suspended on a floating patch of earth, and the bath of syrup drained thickly over the edges. I could see it all, now -- I was in a ball. I was floating directly in the center of a ball made up of nothing but the kaleidoscope lights. Gravity sort of sank in my stomach for a second, just at the sheer vastness of it, but that’s why it was freakin’ spectacular. It made me want to fly so badly, but in this dream, I still knew I couldn’t.

The next thing I saw were mirrors around me. Big, uneven shards of mirror floated in a still circle, spread maybe twenty feet out from my little chunk of land. In them, I could see myself stuck there, lying prone as my clothes dissolved into sugary slime, slowly melting off to expose my skin. I looked into my own eyes, and even in the dream, they shone a binary blue. There was a fire in them that matched the one inside me. They said to me, “What are you doing? Fight, dumbass.”

They were right. Of course they were. I may have been stuck, but how could I lie back and accept that? Have I ever been known to be passive?

So, I squeezed my eyes shut and struggled. I pushed, pulled, and thrashed against my glued-down arms and back, but it was not coming easily. In fact, it seemed like all I managed to do was make it worse. When I tried to push up off the ground with my feet, they stuck firmly to the spot. Seconds later, when I gave up and let my hips drop back down and my legs fold back into place, my calves stuck to my thighs. Even my eyes wouldn’t open. I was so frustrated I could have screamed, but just as I took a breath to do so, I was muffled.

There was a distinctly familiar, piping-hot, cherry-flavored mouth smothering mine. I made some muffled protests for my pride’s sake, but, of course, I returned the gesture. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed, and it felt like a cold drink of water I didn’t know I needed. I couldn’t open my eyes to see who it was, nor could I feel any actual code at all, but I didn’t have to. He had burning-hot skin. He smelled like smoke clinging to old leather. His kiss felt like he was quite literally breathing binary right into me, pouring strength into the holes in my code until they spilled over. There’s no one else he could have been. And, at the time, I didn’t question it. Everything seemed right.

The kiss broke, and I remember the air suddenly feeling so cold on my skin. But there was heat radiating from the body looming over mine, and his touch seemed to throw fire in me. For a second, his mouth lingered at my neck and his hands squeezed my shoulders, but before long, he made his way slowly down my body. Fingers traced lightly at every rise, palms pushed deeply under every slope, all slipping in the sugary glaze that his mouth lapped up and savored in a contented, indulgent sort of way. Needless to say, I was positively aching by this point. It was teetering on the edge of painful. I remember shaking, trying and failing to suppress whimpers, and, for a minute, giving up completely on my attempts to get free. I was right where I wanted to be. Honestly, being blind and immobilized and helpless to refuse? In this context, it was hot as hell.

Makes me wish we’d dabbled in that concept a bit more while you were still around.

There came a point where things were just short of where I needed them to be. At my innermost thigh, his mouth licked and nipped lazily, as if he were settling in for a long stay. His hands just squeezed at the meat of my hips, running his thumbs over the bone. The nerve of it all.

I struggled harder than ever, and with my partner having licked off so much of the sugary glue, my feet broke free, then my legs, then my arms, one right after the other. My back peeled harshly off the ground as I threw myself upright, and I opened my eyes to stare down a glowing blue gaze looking at me from between my knees.

I froze. Where I expected to see you, there was nothing but a you-shaped figure, seemingly made of nothing but shadow. Save for his eyes, he was just an empty black shape. A void, I guess. The edges of his body were a little hard to focus on, and seemed to warp the air around him the tiniest bit, like heat off the hood of a car.

He was supposed to be you. But he… wasn’t. Not exactly. This is really hard to put into words, but I think he was just… all that was left in the you-shaped hole in my life. Take your scarf, for example. It’s a piss poor substitute for actually having you here, but it’s all I have now, so I take it. The tiny bit of you that’s still in my life? The part that I’d like to believe I still carry around with me? That’s what he was.

He was the last of your physical presence in my life.

I think that’s why I didn’t question it when I felt him kissing me. I knew who he was, and I knew I could trust him, but he wasn’t really you. He had been with me the whole time. I felt like he had been with me for a really long time.

But, still, when I saw him… something in me changed. Even though there were so many things I wanted to say, I could not find my voice. There was something about the air he gave off, about the way he looked at me, and I looked at him. Like we both knew exactly why we had come together, and there was no need for words anymore. My heart just pounded heavily and my blood began to simmer, and somehow, I knew he could sense that.

So, rather than scold him for teasing, I reached out a shaky hand and pushed my fingers through his hair. His bright eyes closed at the touch, and he leaned into my hand a bit as it curved down to hold his jaw. We lingered for just a moment. I’m not sure if we were savoring the anticipation, or what, but… I got the weird feeling that we were having a conversation. Exactly what it was about, I couldn’t say. But I know that by the time we were done, I was about ready to abandon all thought, all reason, and surrender fully to feeling.

He knew. He agreed. His eyes opened, and I remember the way their blue distinctly strayed from binary to low burning flames.

His hands curled around my thighs, and he finally ducked his head down between them and went in for the kill.

Devs, I don’t think I could come close to explaining how it felt, finally feeling something, some kind of spectacular contact, after holding that ache for what felt like forever. I fell onto my back, closed my eyes against the twisting colors in the sky, and let it all out in a sigh deeper than my lungs could hold. My memory seemed to recreate exactly what you would do, right down to every movement, but -- not to discredit you -- this was just otherworldly. The heat was intense, the syrup was slick, and my head whirled over itself. It was, in a word, sublime.

As amazing as it felt, and as perfectly as it was working me up, I really just wanted more. The motion really was a relief at first; it sated the initial ache. But the longer he drew it out, the more a deeper ache set in, one stronger than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe it seems like I’m being dramatic, or that I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. Not in the slightest. Before I knew what I was doing, I was mentally lamenting over how he didn’t show up sooner. I thought about how I’d been losing my mind, that I’d been in near agony over want of relief, and hoped that he would hear it. By the way he moved, I’d say that he did.

It seemed like he was being tormented by an ache of his own. He had been digging a sharp grip into my hips and yanking me hard against his mouth any time my squirming slipped me away from him, now and then pushing his hands up over my ribs to rake his nails back down. He wanted it real bad. And before too long, his patience ran out. The shadow demon raised his head and crawled over my body, radiating heat. I stared into those burning blue eyes that were really beginning to come alive with lust, and I was deeply distracted by how cold and naked I felt without the warm blanket of his tongue. Again, it wasn’t that I’d never felt that before. It’s just that I’d never been so desperately, painfully sensitive. I couldn’t stand to not be touched for a second longer.

So, when I locked my arms under his shoulders, looked into his eyes and pointedly thought about just how he had no idea how badly I needed it, I saw those eyes narrow with an obvious smirk. I got the clear impression that he did know.

Then finally, finally, he clutched painfully onto one of my hips and slipped inside me, giving me what we both so badly needed. When I tried to cry out, the kaleidoscope lights flared twice as bright, like they were standing in for my voice in its absence.

I could feel and hear the shadow shudder breathlessly, the same way you did. I could hear in it every bit of the same maddening desire that I felt myself. It was so hot, I could barely stand it.

I don’t know if the very real pleasure messed with my head or what, but things really took a turn for the strange at this point.

I tried talking. I know I did. I just couldn’t hear a word of it -- I could only see the swirling lights waxing and waning with my volume. I don’t even know what I was trying to say. Whatever it was, it felt like I needed to say it. Every word literally made me feel lighter and cleaner, like emptying out the extra junk in your bag you’d been carrying for ages. I think he liked it, too. As he moved quicker and deeper, he seemed to be encouraging me. He grabbed my hand and pinned it by my head, and he squeezed hard in response to whatever the hell I was saying.

As it got harder to catch enough breath to “speak”, I looked to the mirrors, expecting to see me and the shadow tangled up together. I didn’t see a reflection at all anymore. The mirrors had started slowly rotating around us, and each of them may as well have been windows into places I recognized. A lot of them were from your game: Behind the bleachers, your garage, the showers. Others were all over the arcade. My den, Tapper’s supply closet, among the trees in Jungle Hunt, backstage at Qix, behind the Burger Time dumpsters, inside one of the Paperboy houses, an alley in Rampage, an empty Niceland apartment, the penthouse bar, Gene’s freakin’ walk-in closet -- and then the images in the mirrors began to move, and sound began to bubble out, as if playing recorded videos. When I heard them, I realized what all these places had in common.

Breathing hard, gasping, muttering, dripping with lust, was my own voice. Doing the very same, was yours.

The kaleidoscope ball echoed with the sounds of us going at it, from over a dozen encounters at once. Through the mirrors that were gradually spinning faster, I saw footage of it all, too. I saw us. Well, what should have been us. In each of them, the shadow figure took your place. But it was close enough for me, in the heat of the moment. It sent my head spinning. The chorus of whimpering and moaning drowned out almost every coherent thought I had. I could have sworn I was reliving all of those memories at once, right down to each sensation, on top of the fiery drum already beating inside me.

I tried to tell him that. I knew he’d eat it right up. But whether I had a voice again or not, it was drowned out completely. I could hear nothing from him either, no labored breathing, even though I could feel his chest heaving. In his eyes, I could see his composure breaking. He was still squinting in a smirk, but his smile was wavering. It was too hot to handle. His eyes fell heavy-lidded, and he dropped to bite and suck at my neck. As I held him there, I got a heaping eyeful of the kaleidoscope sky twisting above us.

In an instant, I was mesmerized. Nearly hypnotized. The colors were so astoundingly bright, it should have strained my eyes to look at, but it didn’t. In fact, it felt refreshing, even healthy to drink in -- something I say near literally, because I felt the sea of color pour into me and fill me up. I could feel color inside me, far beyond what I feel using my brush. It danced and twisted on a million different axes, starting between my thighs and rolling outward in waves, bouncing off the edges of my body like ripples, even right through my fingers and toes. By some magic or trick of code, I became the kaleidoscope. Above, below, all around, the brilliant, dazzling light, was just an extension of my body.

I swear to the Devs, I became color itself.

A creature made of color, and a creature devoid of all light, rutting like filthy beasts. Oddly poetic, now that I think about it.

As I yanked his head up to kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue, the lights around us once again flared. They flashed, flickered unevenly, and only grew brighter by the second. Combined with the noisy memories growing louder and louder, the spectrum in my body, and my shadow friend’s growing aggression, my senses were mercilessly assaulted. The overload kept building, the lights turned blinding, and I was pushed right to that heart-pounding, white-hot edge…

And freakin’ sat there. Perched firmly.

At that moment, all the lights fell dark with a great hum, like a switch was flipped. The recordings cut out completely, and only then was I aware of how much noise we were making. We may not have had voices, but panting alone can get pretty damn loud. My throat was getting dry and hoarse by that point. He let out short, quivering huffs and worked against me so desperately, I was sure that he was right at the edge, too. We were stuck together, stranded just inches from the finish line.

Just then, a single cluster of lights flickered to life, casting a ghostly white light over a single mirror shard, probably the smallest of them all. I had to squint to see it, and almost couldn’t focus with how much my body shook, but once I saw it, I knew what it was immediately.

Another memory. This time, in your trailer, sitting fixed like a camera beside your bed.

This time, it was really you.

It was us. Just us, fumbling, pausing, sort of laughing. Enthusiastic, stupid, inexperienced, thrilled, enraptured by how exciting it was to finally get it right. I encouraged you, assured you I could handle it this time, urged you to give me more, let you know just how good it felt. You were so genuinely vocal, the way I was crazy for. You rasped out your approval, bits of praise, and all the things you wanted to do to me. We blew each other’s minds.

It was our first time.

I couldn’t believe I was seeing it again. I wished it had picked a bigger, louder mirror to show up on -- I loosened my grip on my shadowy partner, trying to keep as still as I could, so as to hear and see it better. The memory was pristine, with hardly a blur or gap, distorted only by the fact that it was a third-person view, when I did, in fact, experience it through my own eyes. Still, watching it sort of felt like hearing an old song you haven’t heard in forever, and finding you still remember all the lyrics. It was a good feeling. It was a good memory.

I wished it wasn’t just a memory. I don’t know if I was drawn to it purely from the fact that I could see you when I thought I never would again, or... other things that probably don’t really need to be named. Regardless of why, I wanted nothing more than to crawl right through that mirror and do it all again.

But it dissipated. It returned to being just a plain mirror. And when it did, the entirety of them began to spin around us again, rapidly picking up speed.

I felt a jolt as every light in the sphere flashed at once. My body was still in tune with them, it seemed. They flashed again in a binary blue so bright, it was almost white. Again and again they flashed, until they turned into the most intense strobe lights ever, whipping pulse after pulse of static through my code. I couldn’t contain myself. It was unreal.

I sent endless, wild, completely silent praise pouring from my mouth and raked my nails mercilessly over the shadow’s back. He quivered against the pain, but only slipped an arm under my lower back to crush me up against him. I didn’t know which way was up. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. I was just overcome with the need to be closer to him. He was already pressing down so hard on my body, but it just wasn’t enough. I wanted our very pixels to fuse. I wanted to feel him in every digit of my code. Everywhere.

And then, well…

I heard something strange beneath us -- rapid creaking of old mattress springs. Against my skin, I felt sheets damp with sweat. Behind my head, the very distinct sound of your bed knocking against the wall. And, through my choppy split-second frames of vision, I could see the void above me filling with life. The swelteringly hot creature, with its harsh, labored breathing, rocking against me with ravenous need, suddenly looked at me through one cracked-open, yellow eye.

You looked at me. I looked at you.

And you audibly rasped my name.

That did it.

That tackled me straight over the maddening edge I’d been teetering on -- but hell if I was going down alone. I kissed you hard, locked you in, and took you with me. We fell from a fatal height for longer than seemed possible, and the resounding SMASH when we hit the ground, well…

You know? Words couldn’t do the feeling justice.

The lights were still in-tune with my body, so they might give you some idea.

Every color in the kaleidoscope jumped to life again, whirling in a dizzying, neon blur, flickering, flashing, flaring brighter than a burning star until they all merged into blinding, humming, all-encompassing white, and then -- POW! Clusters of bulbs exploded into rainbows of sparks that flowed like sudsy champagne, again, and again, and again, popping like firecrackers. The spectacle went on for so long, you’d have thought it was a freakin’ festival, until finally, the bursts were fewer and far between. The empty sockets sparked here and there, and the remaining bulbs buzzed tiredly. It just looked like a normal starry sky, at the end.

And my partner just looked like a void again.

We both heaved like we’d just run a marathon. The shadow pulled back to look at me, a satisfied look in his eyes. I breathed a faint, voiceless laugh and smiled at him. I tried to say something, but I was interrupted by something falling on my face.

A huge dollop of syrup had splattered onto my face out of nowhere. The shadow’s body shook with silent, delighted cackles. As I tapped my fingers against the stickiness running from my mouth down my jaw, I could see leaves start to form out of the darkness above me. Very slowly, as if trying to sneak up on me, the forest settled back into place, and most of the mirrors broke, save for one, which sat right back where my real mirror is supposed to be. I was back in my den again. I was too high to decide how I felt about that.

I was observing the syrup still dripping from the leaves like water a few hours after rain, but I was rudely interrupted by the shadow straight up licking the sugar from my mouth. In a very deliberately non-sexy way.

Just then, my voice returned.

I yelped and spat and swatted him away with both my arms and legs. “Get off me! What game do you think this is, you mangy mutt? Duck Hunt?”

He leaned back from my swings, miming a smug laugh, before roughing my hair and standing up. To my surprise, he turned to push back a sheet and leave.

“Hey, hey, wait,” I said, sitting up. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

He paused, glanced over his shoulder, and made a zipper motion over where his mouth should have been, his eyes still touched by a sly smirk. He flicked a two-finger salute, and, just like that, threw the curtain aside to disappear behind it.

“Hey!” I stood with some difficulty and crossed to the curtain. “Don’t walk away when I’m talkin’ to you!”

When I pulled it back to look, he was already gone, dissolved into the darkness of the forest. I had hoped he would hang out longer. It seemed like we were having a good time.

But I knew he’d be back. He can’t leave. Not this one.

I spat in frustration into the grass and tasted the syrup on my lips, still. I wiped it off with my right hand, startled to find I was no longer completely naked -- I was wearing a glove. When I looked at it, I saw the syrup stained across my palm, red in stark contrast to white.

The sight struck a weird chord in me. Something about it seemed familiar, almost. But hell if I could remember.

From there, I very slowly came down from my high. My legs had turned to complete jelly and shook like crazy. My clothes gradually reappeared on my body, except for, not surprisingly, my pants and my left glove. The handle of my brush also looked pretty wet and well-loved. So, there was really no question as to what my body had been doing the whole time. And I’ll admit that I resumed immediately.

Hey, I had to ride anything that felt good for as long as I could. I had color pulsing through my veins, and I was going to enjoy it, Devs be damned.

You know, maybe I wouldn’t be half-bad at erotic literature. It was kinda fun trying to describe all that. It was nice to think about it again, too. To remember how much fun it was, and all that. I just kind of wish it could do anything for me now. I know it’s hot, it’s super hot, but, like… only my brain knows that. It has to send those thoughts down south for me to get anything out of it, and, nowadays, those thoughts don’t even get as far as my heart before deciding it’s not worth it and turning back.

I just don’t have it in me anymore.

That’s what she said.

#fanfiction #fanfic #wreck it ralph #make it mavis #turbo #original character #homesick

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queenofbaws · 3 years

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It's mah birthday, and I would like some very juicy Chris whump please!

The first time he tried standing up on it, the world seemed to go grey...and not just at its edges either, oh no, the whole kit and caboodle faded out then in and then wavered in the space between, threatening without words that sorry Charlie, that knee was SOL. He sank back down onto the rocky ground of the mine, all of him soaked to the bone with ancient, stagnant water and the slime that had grown on the few rocks that ever saw the sun, his breath fogging around him but his knee throbbing so red-hot through his jeans that he wondered how it didn’t melt through the mines themselves.

Some shitty voice in the back of his head told him that Hannah had broken her leg when she fell and that Hannah had been able to get around on her leg just fine, but Hannah could go fuck herself for all he cared, because there was a slight goddamn difference (pardon his French) between a broken leg and a decimated pulp-mess of a knee, thanks very much.

For the first time since waking up, he chanced something he’d been putting off...he touched the fucking thing, a decision he regretted a good three milliseconds before he made full contact. Everything wavered again, their little cavern becoming a deep, deep tunnel where all the sounds seemed terribly far away...and then, as before, things slowly slid back into place.

Chris set his head back against the rocky wall, clenched his eyes shut tight (spilling a few of the furious tears that had welled there), and willed himself not to barf, all the while trying to cover up the whispers of HannahHannahHannahHannah in his head with a few choice words of his own.

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#wacem #asks #queenie writes supermassive #aw man happy bday!!!!!#i hope you get to party it up despite all this covid stuff!!!#october bdays are the best bdays ;P #lemme throw some more (starve) your way - hopefully it slakes that whumpy bday thirst #the almosts

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Request: May I request an Adult Ben Hanscom imagine where the reader, who is married to Ben, is down in the sewer with the Losers and gets pulled under water by Penniwise? Our man Ben needs some reassurance from his wife that she's okay. Fluffyness! 🥰

@may85 eek thank you darling!! <3

Warning, some swearing!

You wished, with all your heart, that you never had to smell the stench of this place again.

When you all finally arrived into the depths of the sewer, Mike and Bill leading the way as everyone else trailed so slowly, so unsure, behind them, that’s when you finally allowed your heart to sink.

This was real. This was actually happening. You’re no longer thirteen, you no longer have an excuse, a way out, a way to forget this. You either die here, or you die out there.

The water the gang jumps down into is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water.’

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and you gag a little, pressing your face into your husband’s thick back as he raises his eyebrows, wrapping one arm around your own as the two of you watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it hun’, Ben whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against your arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes. You can hear Richie swear softly in front of you as Eddie bumps into him, loud ‘ah-ah, nope nope nope’s escaping his mouth as a half chewed teddy bear floats by his chest.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light that reminds you of-

the deadlights.

Cold water is the most efficient thief of heat you know. It takes what it does not need. The water surges around your skin, rising up my leg on one side, making tiny eddies on the other the further you follow your friends. The weight of the water is almost enough to topple you, the temperature a dare, as if you were racing hypothermia with each wade through its murky depths. In front of you, your husband shivered against your arm, the water so cold it stung into his hips and flattened his shirt against him painfully. Every touch stole another part of his heat, leaching away a few more fractions of a degree. It crept up the fabric of his pants, clamping the icy fibres to his already frigid skin. But he kept going, because he knew in doing this, he could save you. And if killing a clown meant your nightmares would end, that you would be safe again, he would take on the universe one monster at a time.

Sensing your hesitation as the two of you finally start approaching the giant wall of rock where Eddie and Richie stand, brushing each other off with grimaced faces, Ben slowly turns around and pulls you slowly to him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your shaking body. The world around seemed to melt away as you squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. The simple touch sent a wave of butterflies coursing through your veins, their fluttering wings easing the dread that had settled inside you.

‘I can’t do this Ben, not again, not after last time. What I saw-I saw-’

‘You are so brave, sweetheart, but this time, I’m not leaving you alone for a second. Plus,’ he says, elbowing you slightly with the biggest smile he can muster at the moment, ‘if you see the deadlights, I’ll just have to kiss you again to pull you out and back to me.’

‘Ben Hanscom, I swear!’, you mutter with a hoarse laugh, pulling your arms around his neck and burying your head into the curve of his shoulder. You just needed a moment, just one more moment with your husband in your arms, his hands tight against your hips, safe.

Everything was okay.

Through the darkness behind your head came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground, if only Ben’s had been open to see them, and if only Richie and Eddie hadn’t been having a mock fight over who’s married to who’s mother.. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The monster advanced on them, its physique hardly discernible in the shadowy twilight of the sewer. With each slow movement that belied the speed it was capable of, slime dripped, oozing great globs of phlegm and depositing them with light splashes into the water; it’s skin was gnarled, but crumpled and folded as if in the midst of changing form. Over it's belly lay crusty flaps of concave skin. The beast reeked of raw sewage and rotten fish. A smell that hit your nose with a rancid pang only a few seconds before it had reached the edge of your shoulder, and Ben had drawn himself away from his warm daydreams of you to open his eyes.

In a split second, it had torn you from Ben’s grasp and dragged you down into the depths with it.

Darkness enveloped you. The water closed in around, filling you with a deep dread as you kicked out against it’s knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into your cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of you as you gave the clown one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of its grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped you, warming even your frosted toes. Your heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was apparent than ever. There weren't red blotches in your field of vision anymore. It was all black. You opened her mouth, gasping for air, fighting until you feel like your head is about to explode. You have to take a breath. So you do. For some reason it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. You’re not scared anymore, it’s almost peaceful actually.

You begin to fall, dropping further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow you whole.

Ben knows he’s scared when those old fears run through my head, when he hears the taunting laughter of years past, when he was the ‘fat kid’ and punchline of teenage jokes. He knows he’s scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade his confidence, eroding the person he had built since those dark days.

But this time was so much worse.

The adrenaline flew over his veins like licks of fire, but he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralysed him, and the more he thought about losing you, the more he thought each straggling breathe he pulled in as he dipped his head up above the water would be his last. If you died, he was going to die too. He didn’t remember being that scared in his life.

The rest of the group jump in after you with desperate cries, not one of them caring in the smallest bit for their safety as their stomachs and heads hit against the cold with tumultuous crashes and wake Ben from his nightmare, his own head being pulled down by his brain to desperately search for you in the darkness. Even Eddie dipped his legs in, not really swimming to search for you so much as drowning slowly. Every few strokes he was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

It took you a few moments to register that there were other shapes, big square blocks floating around in the water with you. Something in the back of your mind seemed to recognise the sandy curls that brushed against your forehead, the callused and raw hands that grabbed at your biceps, every pinprick touch registering a shock to your skin as you allowed yourself to be taken away. You thought, as you see the face of your husband warp in front of you, that angels had finally come to take you away.

As the two of you break out of the water, Ben taking in a massive, gasping breathe, his shouts echo around the cavernous walls as the other’s begin to rise up one by one with shaking cries.

‘She’s here! She’s here, I’ve got her! I’ve got you.’

In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around you and you let your head rest upon his chest. All your thoughts stopped as if your heart took over from your head, your breathe beginning to catch itself as water spluttered up from your lungs and escaped in gasping coughs out of your lips. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check you were really there with him, really there and really real.

You looked sharply up as he took your hands into his. They felt like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suited him, you thought, looking into his deep eyes, his hands warm in yours as he brought them up to his lips, your nerves tingling at the harsh comfort of contact, your body melting into his hard chest, his heartbeat comforting, if a little rushed for your liking.

‘It’s okay, Ben, I’m okay.’

You pull your head back to look at him, your heart sinking as you reach up with a shaking finger to wipe away the tears that littered down his cheek, his lips twitching as your touch brings more relief than his heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he can't quite believe you’re not part of an almost forgotten dream. When he leans down to kiss you, it's sweet, gentle, and it tastes of his salty tears as he laughs against your warm mouth.

‘Hey, what did I say about not leaving you alone ever again? Please, don’t go, don’t go ever again, I couldn’t take it.’

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killscreencinema · 4 years

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Luigi’s Mansion 3 (Switch)

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Last Christmas my niece got a Switch, along with a bundle of games, including Luigi’s Mansion 3. As a fan of the series, it took considerable restraint not to immediately ask my six-year-old niece if I could borrow the game. Instead, I would play it every time I came over to babysit, which meant I only got to play it off and on over a period of several months before I finally finished it this week! Boy won’t she be relieved she doesn’t have to watch me play Luigi’s Mansion 3 anymore... for now I will move on to Paper Mario: Origami King, which she got for her birthday recently!

Luigi’s Mansion 3, released in the Before Times of 2019, follows pretty much the same story as the previous two games: Mario and company are lured to a place, this time a fancy high-rise hotel, where they are promptly trapped in paintings by King Boo and it’s up to Luigi to break out his ghost busting dust buster to save them.

People complain about the semantics - “why is called Luigi’s Mansion, when it takes place in a hotel???” Well, that’s easy - because if they called it Hotel Luigi, it would be too evocative of Hotel Mario for the CDi and nobody wants that:

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The game also plays like all the other Luigi’s Mansion, with the notable exception of “Gooigi”, a doppleganger of Luigi made of slime who assists Luigi in puzzle solving and even some boss battles. Gooigi resides in the Poltergust 3000 on Luigi’s back until called, wherein you can switch between the two characters, with Gooigi’s main advantage being that he... or it... can slip through bars and squeeze into tight pipes. If Gooigi comes into contact with water, though, he melts instantly and you have to summon him again. This new gimmick makes for some truly clever puzzle solving situations.

Luigi’s Mansion 3 is mostly a lot of fun, but I would argue it is a bit too long - long enough to overstay its welcome and become tediously repetitive. It would have been nice if the game were more like a Metroidvania, where certain areas are locked away until you find an upgrade for the Poltergust, breaking up the linearity of the game a bit. At least that would have been a good way to make use of the abundance of money that you find as you explore the hotel, instead of what we get, which is a store that essentially sells extra lives and hints for where secret items and Boos can be found. What do you get for finding these secret items and 100-percenting the game? Not a damn thing really. Shit, if only the Switch had a social media newsfeed where you could at least enjoy bragging rights when the Switch equivalent of a Platinum Trophy popped on there, it might be more worth it, but as of now it’s for your own sense of completion and nothing more.

As belabored as the gameplay becomes halfway through, it’s still a mostly great game, with excellent graphics and even a charming jazzy score that tonally separates it from most Mario games. However, unlike most Mario games, Luigi’s Mansion 3 is not something I can imagine every wanting to play again.

#luigi's mansion 3 #switch #nintendo #luigi #mario #king boo #video games #poltergust #professor e. gadd

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monomonomagines · 4 years

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Powered Alternate Forms for my Ask

Kaede Akamatsu : Kaede’s alternate form is made of light pink glowing crystals, almost fractal-like in their complexity. While she’s still humanoid, her features are almost entirely hidden due to her crystal’s shape. Her form’s ability is simple - while in motion, her crystals hum, almost sing, and her light glows stronger. Move fast enough, and it could be almost deafening, and blinding, as well. Here’s the thing though - the music formed by her motion is so beautiful that it often compels people to look, in a pseudo-mind-control deal, even when she’s shining like the sun. Her form’s flaw is equally simple - she’s fragile. Not that fragile, thank goodness, but a strong hit on the arm that might only bruise some could cost her her hand.

Shuichi Saihara : Shuichi sinks into himself, almost melting into the floor, until he finds himself in his alternate form - a shadow, with visible, if cartoonish eyes separating it from actual shadows. In his form, he gets several advantages - in the dark, he gains perfect clarity of sight, as well as being practically invisible. As well, as a 2 dimensional being, he can easily access places others can’t. However, his form’s flaw is inherent to it’s own being - as a 2 dimensional creature, he now lacks the ability to “interact” with the world, outside of speech, and people, likewise, can’t really interact with him - outside of, like trying to touch him in shadow form.

Kirumi Tojo : Kirumi got it worst than most - she’s not even shaped like a person in her new form. Instead, she became a hollow mass of quicksilver webs twice as big as the average person. The downsides are obvious - the webs are weak - struggling to pick up something even as heavy as a glass of water. For the Ultimate Maid, it must be something akin to a torture. Her abilities are two-fold, in this form. First, she can quickly and easily coordinate her webs for movement- essentially, multitasking, allowing her to put the strings that now make up her body to good use. Second, of someone enters the hollow inside of her, she can constrict - forcibly taking over their body, for as long as she wants.

Kaito Momota : The Luminary of the Stars got lucky, and became them - Kaito becomes a constellation, a collection of “stars” about an inch in diameter, forming the approximate shape of Kaito Momota. While stuck in this form, he loses the ability to touch others, lest he risk burning them with his powerful heat. However, he in exchange, he gains high speed flight, and the ability to slightly manipulate the “position” of his stars relative to himself.

Himiko Yumeno : Himiko seems to almost shrink down even smaller, and speeds up - she becomes a fairy of sorts, even growing wings. Magic really is real, huh? The downsides of this form are self-evident - she’s much smaller, only a foot high - and the form’s unrelenting speed contrasts with her, shall we call it, relaxed nature. However, aside from the ability to hover, these wings also grant Himiko the ability to release “fairy dust” - a glittering dust that puts people who inhale it straight to sleep.

Ryoma Hoshi : This form is kind of a cruel one for Ryoma - A violent one, underlying his criminal past. Specifically, this form appears to be made of pure “force” - visually, this looks like a 3-dimensional grid, in the shape of Ryoma. This form reflects - things that Ryoma picks up, or that touch him, at first sink in, before being blasted away at high speeds. However, with mental effort, this can be restrained. Of course, if being a reminder of how you murdered a ton of people isn’t bad enough of a disadvantage for you, this form has another issue - it even “reflects” light and sound - if Ryoma isn’t mentally putting effort in to turn off his form’s ability, he’s blind, and deaf.

Maki Harukawa : Both Maki’s lie, and the truth about her is reflected in this alternate form. Suited towards sneaking around, and killing, this form initially looks unsuspecting - essentially, it looks like if Maki were a Muppet - stuffing, plush, and all. However, this form can unfold itself to reveal an assortment of knives, daggers, and blades, which can be fired at high velocity. The downsides to the form honestly aren’t too bad, too - It’s just the generalized lack of self respect due to being a goddamn stuffed animal.

Rantaro Amami : While this boy is lacking in the memory department, that just means his form can give some hints! The form that Monokuma forces Rantaro Amami into could be described as something akin to an armored ATV - but made of a smooth, glossy material. While in this form, Rantato can’t move normally - it’s essentially like driving a car. However, in exchange, he’s gifted a perfect sense of direction, and, unbeknownst to him, he has no weak points - if you wanted to kill him in the ATV form, you’d have to grind it to dust.

Tenko Chabashira : Tenko was already skilled at the practice of Neo-Aikido. This form was tailored to best fit the martial art- at the cost of everything else. The form is essentially a large mass of limbs - hands and legs alike. While stuck like this, Tenko gains a perfect grasp on the concepts behind both classical Aikido, and her master’s Neo-Aikido, and can perfectly pull it off, as well. On the other hand, it perfectly follows the principles following that of the original Aikido - she can’t permanently damage anything, like this.

Gonta Gokuhara : Gonta finally gets the point of view of the insects he loves so much - becoming an insectoid version of himself. Aside from gaining a beetle’s shell, and antenna, Gonta also gains multiple arms, and compound eyes. The form gives him enhanced durability, thanks to the shell, and a form of danger sense and emotion reading, thanks to his enhanced antenna. However, this form is highly over-stimulating - especially due to Gonta’s new compound eyes, which his brain isn’t wired for.

Tsumugi Shirogane : Even someone who subsists off of references to other things must have something unique about them to become their form - In Tsumugi’s case, it’s her skill with costumes themselves that inspire this form. Tsumugi’s form is simply one of the mannequins that she uses so much, to display her art, and to glorify the characters she references. However, these mannequins can instantly summon any kind of clothing Tsumugi can think of, down to the last detail - However, these clothes are inevitably “stamped” with her - stitching ends up in the shape of her face, details end up referencing her - the like.

Kokichi Ouma : What is an Ultimate Supreme Leader without followers to lead? This form allows Kokichi to run his talent to it’s limit. At first, it may seem that Kokichi hasn’t changed at all. However, that assumption can soon be proven wrong - In fact, Kokichi’s alternate form makes 10 “ghostly” versions of himself, all of which can “overlap” each other, while still affecting the real world, giving him quite the numbers advantage. However two things hold him back here. First - the copies are weak - 1/10th the strength of the original, to be exact - together, they form exactly 1 Ouma. Secondly, it’s not a hive mind - Each Ouma has their own memories, and they can often lose time arguing amongst themselves, even though they’re all the same Kokichi Ouma.

Angie Yonaga : An artist making works for a god, this form gives Angie the opportunity to become her own greatest work. The form itself is a perfect life sized wooden sculpture of Angie, made with absolute detail. In this form, while Angie is completely immobile, she can “channel Atua’s miracles.” This takes the form of the ability to teleport from room to room, as well as the ability to “fire the word of Atua”, shooting beams of gold that, on contact, implants the memories of Angie speaking to you - after all, as a wooden statue, she can’t speak for herself.

Korekiyo Shinguji : An anthropologist studying humanity, this form encourages his studies in the outside world - too bad he’d have to murder to get out. Korekiyo isn’t too bad off, all things considered - He still has his human form - it’s just that his head is hollow now, and he has a hole where his face should be. No blood, or anything like that - it’s just a hole all the way through. Also, no hands. In exchange for that, however, he gains the ability to “see the past” in an item, seeing it in its prime, how it was used, and things people have said around it.

Miu Iruma : Bold and brash in one moment, quiet and submissive the next, this form was made to fit Miu’s personality to a T. At first, this form is just an amorphous mass of golden slime - Miu moves slowly, and it’s generally just a pain to be in. However, by putting a lot of mental energy into designing a robotic form for herself, she can shapeshift the golden slime she inhabits to an actual robotic body - the more complex the addition to herself is, the more mental energy she needs to expend to do so however. Put too much into the form, and she’ll end up with migranes from the effort. But limitless possibility needs a damper- can’t have one player getting too strong, after all. Here’s the thing. Every night, at 3 in the morning, all changes Miu has made to herself will revert back to nothing. She’s slime again. It sucks, but that’s how motivations work. Harsh on some, easy on others.

Keebo : Just a sweet robot boy, who wanted to be treated with respect as a human. This form twists that wish. Keebo was proud of being a robot - he wanted respect, not to “be human”. Therefore, his new form is that of a completely average human boy. However, to be human is to suffer - Keebo, every hour, gains symptoms of a different disease, losing the ones of the last hour. His power, on the other hand, is the ability to temporarily “pass on” his symptoms to someone else for the rest of the hour by touching them. Keebo definitely deserves better than this, but what can you do?

#ref for imagine #not an imagine #reference #goes to the previous imagine #submission

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