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pooka167 · 2 years

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PLA Dad Ingo and Uncle Emmet Au Part 3

So here we are at part 3 of my still yet to be named au. You can find part 1 here and part 2 here. Right now to continue where we left off.

Akari is on her way to meet Volo, alone except for her pokemon team and Lady Sneasler, who had refused to leave Akari as she made her way to the Temple of Sinnoh. She didn't tell anyone where she is going or what she is doing, under the impression Volo was just going to give her another of his many history lessons and tell her how to get the last plate.

Upon reaching the temple, Volo is there to greet her but something seems off. His smile is all teeth and there's a dangerous glint in his eye. It sets alarm bells off in Akari's in head but is too blindsided by such a drastic change in character. to do much of anything as he starts to monologue about his plans to meet Arceus how it'd been him who'd opened the space time rift with Giratina, how Ingo's misplacement was caused by him, how he watched and waited for the people of this region to tear themselves apart. Just so he could get the chance to meet the so called God of pokemon.. What breaks the damn and opens the floodgates however is Volo spitting cruelly "Warden Ingo only ever saw you as a means to an end, no one ever truly cared about you."

This hits home for Akari and without Ingo here to reassure her and her current distance from the villagers and the clans only further driving the untrue point home in her mind Volo is able to do one of the things he set out to do. Throw Akari off her game.

Akari's reaction is immediate as she's overwhelmed by emotions, her deepest insecurity since the events of red sky has be voiced by Volo, someone who she thought was her friend who was one of the handful of people she could trust now Ingo is gone. Volo only ever used Akari to further his own goals and if Volo who'd been so kind and open had used her who's to say he was wrong about Ingo. Ever since she got to Hisui everything she's done has been for the benefit of someone else. There's always been an ulterior motive of some kind, so maybe what he said was true. Ingo probably hadn't given her a second thought now that he was back where he belonged.

She sinks to her knees tears streaming down her face as she sobs brokenly. Sneasler who had been growling at Volo moves to stand protectively in front of the girl her claws raised threateningly snarling a warning. Volo merely laughs and continues taunting Akari.

"Does it hurt little hero, knowing that all the people who you cared for couldn't give a single damn for you, that the man you viewed as a father has never felt an ounce of affection for you. That he put up with you just so he could go home. I'd imagine he was quite grateful to leave you behind."

Akari covers here ears as she breathes raggedly between sobs trying desperately to block out Volo's words. Even if what Volo said was true about Ingo using her at least he had been kind about it, had never thrust the expectation on her just let her chose her own course about it, because he knew it was her nature to help and ultimately that's what she would do.

Soon her despair gives way to anger, anger at being thrust away from a home she cannot recall, at being forced to work tirelessly to even be given basic necessities that she deserved just for being a human being, necessities that shouldn't have had to earn. Anger from being betrayed time and time again from the people she thought she could trust. Enough was enough.

Akari moves to shakily stand on her feet and steps out from behind Sneasler motioning for the noble to stay back, Samurott's pokeball ready in her hand and a defiant expression set on her face. She was so tired of dealing with one crisis after another, Volo wasn't going to taint the few good moments of her time here anymore than he already had. Volo smirks and releases his Spiritomb giving a mocking bow. Samurott materializes moments later ready for a battle, reacting to Akari's own charged emotions. The battle begins.

It goes on for what feels like hours. Akari's emotions guide her through this battle and its obvious Volo was expecting this outcome. He has a full team. What he was not expecting was for Akari to gain her balance again so quickly. The more they battled the more Akari came to her senses. Ingo did care for her in some way she saw the anguish look in his eyes when she sent him home, how he reached out for her as Dialga and Palkia's power whisked him away. She will not allow Volo to cause her doubt. Ingo had cared for her.

Samurott chips away at Spiritomb, then blasts through Volo's Arcanine before she withdraws him. Her beloved Zoroark takes down the Lucario with one well aimed flamethrower and her Garchomp goes toe to toe with Volo's own, falling to Togekiss' moonblast after a well timed switch but not before valiantly getting off a powerful poison jab. Gardevoir swoops in and finishes it off and Volo's final pokemon a Roserade falls to a few powerful psychics. Her team is a bit battered, with only her own Arcanine and her Luxray still at full health and down one but she is victorious. Or so Akari thinks. Volo calls fourth Giratina and it is a monster.

Gardevoir doesn't even have time to dodge before the legendary dragon fells her with a shadowball. Luxray comes out and paralyses it but that seems to nothing and he goes down to Earth power. Akari has gone down from one pokemon down to half her team in mere moments. She is terrified. Giratina exudes a powerful aura and it seems to bring all her negative emotions to the surface. Arcanine comes out and faints in a similar way to Luxray only able to pull off a single rockslide before doing so. Zoroark comes out with a vengeance, snarling ferociously as it barrages Giratina with as many shadow balls as it can but he too goes down when Giratina hits him with a ghost move Akari has never seen before. Now its just her and her beloved starter left.

Samurott while battered does not hesitate to stand between Akari and the beast of the distortion world. By some miracle her first companion tanks a dragon claw that at his current health should have fainted him and with a mighty cry manages on last night slash to finish Giratina off before he too goes down. Akari runs to him and cradles his face petting his snout then returns him to his pokeball. "Thank you Samurott, Thank you everyone." she whispers.

Giratina lies on the ground unmoving and then suddenly it isn't. A blast of air throws Akari back and she lets out a cry of pain as she collides with a pillar. She can see Sneasler driving her claws into the stone to hold her own body in place and when the dust settles. Giratina is up and moving again having taken on another form and it's advancing towards her. Sneasler immediately intercepts, claws glowing purple an indication of dire claw being used. Giratina sends her sprawling but the noble pokemon lets out a guttural snarl and scrabbles to her feet, determined to stand in between Akari and the dragon.

"Sneasler please, get out of here!" Akari begs. The noble ignores her pleading and pays the price, with a flick of its new appendages Giratina once more is bats Sneasler across what remains of the temple put of sight, her body hits the ground with a thud. Sneasler lets out small whimper and doesn't get up again.

Akari finds herself unable to move as Giratina advances once more, her entire body aches and blood slowly trickles down the side of her face from a shallow cut. Similar cuts litter her arms and there's a sharp pain in her right ankle. This is it, she was going to die. She was never going to get the chance to see if her dad made it back to his brother, she would die here in the past and he'd find out about it through whatever historical record if any mentioned it if he ever went looking. Akari closes her eyes and waits trying to block out Volo's cries telling Giratina to finish her off. The Pokémon's massive shadow falls over her and Akari tries to fold in on herself in a feeble attempt to protect herself. She hears the sound of a move being charged and takes in a deep breath. The move never connects. Instead there's a sound like thunder and a blinding light consumes the temple. Before two voices ring out.

"Chandelure use shadowball!"

"Eelektross thunderbolt!"

Giratina roars in pain and rears back the combination of two moves unexpected and Volo shouts in outrage. Akari opens her eyes to see two figures in billowing coats of black and white accompanied by pokemon she's never seen before standing in front of her. She'd recognize one of those voices anywhere. "D-dad?"

Ingo at the sound of Akari's voice swivels and crouches down his frown deepening eyes ablaze as he takes in her prone form. He gently props Akari up against the pillar and cradles her face with his hands, thumbs brushing away tears she didn't even know she was shedding.

"I'm here Akari, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere without you." Ingo reassures. Akari lets out a choked sob, and leans into his touch. Emmet who had been keeping an eye on Giratina and Volo glances back and takes in Akari's state. His smile turns vicious, eyes razor sharp as he returns his focus to their opponents. Both Chandelure and Eelektross ready at his side. This was a fight Emmet would happily take on by himself.

"I am Subway Boss Emmet, I am Ingo's twin brother. You hurt my niece I am going to make you regret that verrrry much. Prepare for defeat my destination is the station of victory whiles yours is the station of defeat."

Giratina doesn't stand a chance after that. Emmet uses all his frustration and anger and hurt at having his twin ripped away from him and the niece he's never formally met getting attacked into the battle. It's a laughably short battle. Giratina goes down and then flees as Volo curses it. Emmet uses this chance to approach Volo and crack him square across the face with his fist. Before he can do anymore damage Volo makes a run for it jumping off the cliff and flying away on his Togekiss.

Emmet bemoans the chance to truly make him pay but quickly hurries over to Ingo and Akari. He takes note of the pokeballs scattered around and gathers them up on his way as well as a weird purple plate and holds them out to the exhausted, still crying girl who despite her injuries has latched on to Ingo. Ingo to his credit doesn't look like he'll be letting her go anytime soon either.

"I am Emmet I believe these are yours, not to worry when we reach a safe station, I can fix your partners right up."

Akari nods hiccupping slightly and reaches for them letting go of Ingo briefly to clip them onto her belt. Emmet can tell that his niece is overwhelmed. There will be time for proper introductions later. Maintenance must be scheduled for his niece first. Emmet spots her bag and places the mysterious plate in it. Questions can be asked later for now as always the safety and well-being of their passengers come first. Emmet watches over his brother and niece until Akari has managed to calm her sobs and pulls slowly away from Ingo. Her eyes widen after a few moments seemingly remembering something and all of a sudden the girl is trying to haul herself to her feet panicked.

Ingo doesn't let her get very far, rising to stand himself and then sweeping into a princess carry careful not to aggravate her injuries. "Akari its okay" he soothes. "Volo and Giratina are gone."

This is not what is wrong evidently as Akari begins to babble about Sneasler and how the noble was thrown out of the temple by sheer force when trying to protect her. Ingo rushes out the temple with Emmet close behind and they find Sneasler laying on her side eyes closed. Emmet immediately reaches for a max revive and carefully feeds it to the fainted pokemon. Sneasler's eyes snap open taking in her surroundings. She lets out a cry of delight at seeing her beloved warden again and sniffs at Emmet, nodding slightly before letting out a low keening sound at the state of Akari in his arms. Akari raises an arm weakly to pat the noble. "Thank you for trying to protect me." Ingo says his own thanks to his noble for protecting his child and Sneasler huffs and places a clawed hand on his head and pats it.

The group make their way down the mountain and heading for the summit camp. Unaware of the morphed azure flute and the insistent message flashing across Akari's arc-phone buried deep in her satchel.

"Seek out all pokemon, then face me"

#dad ingo propaganda #dad ingo #akari #pla #pokemon legends arceus #uncle emmet #pokemon akari #submas #so this kinda evolved into a weird headcanony/fic format I'm sorry if it confuses anyone.#this part is a bit shorter cause I'm in the middle of college repeat exams'#I did this instead of studying cause I'm anxious and this helped clear my mind.#Hope you enjoyed it #there is more to come #this idea has just run away from me but honestly I'm not mad about it #Emmet got to go feral against giratina and volo #Ingo will be going feral against arceus #Akari is not dawn

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artist-block-alley · 1 year

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Early drawing of Yu and Nanek that really solidified this idea into something more when I first came up with it in November 2022. Things really snowballed after this, the simple plot I had grew into something way bigger and more exciting than I could’ve imagined. It’s amazing how much can change in a few months.

(If you haven’t seen it yet- check out the first episode of this series here!)

#Yu #Nanek #atwn #oc #original characters #my art #artist-block-alley #there is more to come

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fromhereandtherevlog · 25 days

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I made this video, to show that Veteran's and or Elderly People cannot be written off just because they are Old. They are also full of ambitions and they live up to it. Inspire yourself by watching this video, all those who say "I am Old, I cannot do anything now" , this is for them. Don't loose hope, start your journey even if you have to do it on your own. Good Luck.

#yonexsunriseindia #indianmastersnationalbadmintonchampionship #veteransbadminton #yonexbadminton #badmintonindia #badmintonlovers #indianbadmintonplayers #badminton #badminton #badmintonlife #Veterans #vetransnationals #masters #shaileshdaga

#badminton #veterans #old is gold #age is just a number #never give up #there is more to come #oldermen #sportsmanship #Youtube #vintage #sports

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puffpuffpowerprincess · 1 month

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😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

#love this for all of you #there is more to come #🤭

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sunnyribbons · 1 year

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Larry x Fem!Reader

NSFW

Word count: 2654

"I made my way into your schedule"

You had been working at the Pokémon League for a few months now. Your job consisted of sitting behind your desk, and come up with ways to attract new trainers to come challenge the Pokémon League.

Although your job was important, you didn’t get to see the Elite Four that often. Which was a shame, because you really had a thing for Larry. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but something about him attracted you.

He knew this. You had actually tried seducing him a few times, but without any luck. As he would say, “I have no time for romance” with his stoic, soulless expression, and would continue on with his work. Truth to be told, it made sense. The man looks like he hasn’t had a day off in years. He’s always so busy with work, he doesn’t have any time for himself. Perhaps that’s what got you so interested in him; you wanted something that felt completely out of grasp.

It took you a while to think of how to grab his attention. Larry was always so busy. How could you ever fit inside his schedule? Hmmm..

You were waiting in a meeting room at the Elite Four building, sitting at a desk. It was a very dusty old meeting room down in the basement of the building. It was mostly used for storage, as there were virtually no meetings being held here.

As you playfully sat there with a smile on your face, the door opened. It was Larry, with an emotionless expression as he always had. He looked at you and sighed, standing in the door frame.

“I’ve gotta hand it to you, scheduling a fake meeting in my busy agenda is a smart move”

You grinned at his reaction, while still sitting at the desk.

“However, I’ll be out now, I don’t have time for this” He was about to walk out, when you jumped off the desk.

“Wait!” You walked over to him with a pouty, judgmental face. “That’s not very professional now, is it? I very carefully placed my way into your schedule. I know for a fact you actually have time now! 15 minutes to be exact.”

He sighed, knowing you were right. His hand was still on the door knob, and he closed the door behind him. He focused his attention back to you. “Okay, what is it then?”

He was standing right in front of you, towering above you. Seeing him like this made you realize just how much bigger he was. Had he always been this tall? You began to stutter. “Well, uhm, you see,”

Upon further inspection he noticed you were wearing a very specific outfit. A skirt with a cute blouse. You normally didn’t wear these kinds of clothes during work. He knew where this was going and let out another sigh. “Y/N, you know I’m not interested in dating, I’ve told you this before”

You stopped stuttering and looked at him with yet another pouty face, this time with red cheeks. He always said this, and truth to be told, it annoyed you more each time he said it. Surely this man must have something going on in his life?!

You put your thoughts together and calmed down. You took another glance at him, this time more serious.

“Larry. Listen.”

He looked down at you, about to listen carefully. You felt your chest pounding with what you were going to say.

“I see you work so hard, every day. And I really admire that. But I also think you need time to relax every now and then. Surely you must have a lot of stress with all that work you’re doing. So many things all at once. I don’t even know how you do it!”

He was still looking down at you, listening, with his stoic face. Despite this, you still didn’t feel like your words were coming through to him. How could you get to this man’s core?

“And that’s why I think… It would be really good for your work ethic, and professionalism to have some fun with me, right here, right now. I am in your schedule, after all, and it wouldn’t be professional to cancel an appointment.”

You eagerly looked at his face, waiting for a reaction. Did you really just say that out loud? No way he was going to fall for something so stupid.

“Well,” he sighed, “I suppose I don’t want to get in trouble with the boss” It was at this moment that he placed his briefcase on the ground, and something about his ambiance changed. “Have you signed the professional secrecy contract?” He asked, while adjusting his tie.

Wait, what?

As you were still processing what he had just asked, your eyes focused on his hands. He was putting on his gloves. Didn’t he only wear those during Elite Four challenges? Ah, you really liked it when he was wearing his gloves.

“Well?” He asked again, looking down at you. You snapped out of your thoughts.

“Uhm, yes, yes” You quickly responded. You were honestly not sure what contract he was talking about, but you probably signed it one way or another.

Larry was putting on his second glove, “It means that anything said and done in appointed meetings can and will be kept private if necessary” He finally finished adjusting his clothes and looked back at you again. His emotionless expression never changed since he entered, but you could swear something was off about him. Did you hit a nerve with what you said about his work?

“Y-yeah, I’m pretty sure I signed that” You responded, taken aback by the current situation.

“Good. Where do we begin” He asked with a plain expression, immediately getting to the point. He walked closer to you. You didn’t realize at first, but this made your body automatically walk backwards, and before you knew it you were sitting at the desk you had been sitting at before. This time with Larry towering above you.

Wait, was he serious? I mean, you really liked him and had been wanting him for months, but was he really this easy? Now that you were actually here, you were completely flustered. He can’t be serious, right?

Larry noticed you were having trouble processing the situation. “I guess I can take the lead in this appointment if you’d prefer, Y/N. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable at work. This is what you want out of this meeting, right?”

Oh. Oh. He is serious.

“Yes.. Yes! That… would be nice actually. I’m sorry, I’m just so embarrassed. I asked you to come all the way over here, for me, and now I’m too flustered to say anything” You put your hands in your face from embarrassment and felt your cheeks burning.

Tsk, you were such a bottom.

Larry didn’t respond verbally to this, and instead took away your hands from your face. He looked at your face for a moment, then placed his left arm behind your back, holding you close. He leaned into you as he placed his right hand around your neck. You felt his leather glove in your neck. He glanced at you for a second and then glanced down to your body.

I guess this is really happening.

His right hand went down from your neck to your breasts. He slightly brushed them at first, and then slowly began squeezing them.

Yeah, this was really happening, oh my God.

You let out a small, high pitched moan as he squeezed your breasts. This made him glance up again for a second, only to immediately return focus to your breasts. You were wearing a pretty tight blouse, so it was a bit hard for Larry to properly grab them. Still you really enjoyed his hands brushing over your body. His left hand was still behind your back, keeping you close, making sure you couldn’t escape. Not like you would want to escape.

The whole scene had you blushing so hard, you had a hard time properly thinking of what was going on. Your mind was racing and you felt your panties were starting to get wet. As this was all going on, Larry’s expression still had not budged an inch. What was going on inside this man’s mind? Was he doing this all for you? For this “appointment”? To improve his “work ethic”? What the hell was up with this man! You really did hit a nerve with your whole work speech, huh.

After fumbling your breasts he slowly moved his hand down, closer to your hips. He took another glance at your face, perhaps to make sure you were still feeling okay. He was very easily able to see from your face that you were, in fact, enjoying this.

“Hey, Larry”, you managed to talk, “This is all under that professional secrecy contract right?”

“You know I take my job very seriously”

He shifted his focus to your body again, and moved his right hand down your skirt. This man was all about getting to the point alright, no time to hesitate. Larry placed his fingers on your panties, and felt how wet you were. You got a bit embarrassed knowing he could quite literally feel your attraction to him.

“Bend over” He ordered.

You blinked. W-what?

He simply looked at you with his simple, plain face, waiting for you to do exactly as he said. “I don’t have all day” He said.

This was really happening, huh. Oh.

You turned around, placed your hands on the desk, with your ass up high. Without hesitation Larry raised up your skirt, and pulled off your panties. You couldn’t see him from this position, but you could hear the sound of his pants zipping.

“Ready?” He asked.

You were more than ready. You had been waiting for months trying to seduce this man, to the point of frustration, and here he was simply giving it to you?! All because you mentioned his work ethic?! Fuck yes, you were ready.

“Hm-hm” you simply nodded. You thought it was unfortunate you couldn’t see much of Larry from this position, but getting fucked by Larry from behind didn’t sound so bad either. Somehow he knew exactly where your pussy was, and just like that he put his penis inside of you, as if he had done this a million times before.

“Ah, fuck-“ you blurted out.

As he went inside of you he felt how wet you were. You heard him let out a huge sigh, almost like a sigh of relief. The tension in his shoulders lowered, and his body started to relax, as if it had been desperately craving this. Perhaps his busy schedule really did not do the best for him.

He placed his hands under your skirt, at your hips. You could still definitely feel his leather gloves. He began pounding inside of you slowly at first, but picked up the pace very quickly. You both let out a bunch of moans.

“Fuck, Larry, I-“ you were trying to speak as he picked up the pace, “I didn’t… Expect you to.. be so good at this”

He let out noticeable moans, and they sounded so hot. You really weren’t used to seeing, or hearing him like this.

The whole situation with you bending over this desk, in the storage room, while Larry from the Elite Four was fucking you from behind, got you so incredibly horny. What would his face even look like now? No way he would still be as stoic as before, no way. God you wish you could see it.

You felt you were slowly reaching your climax, and it felt so good. Larry just kept on pounding in you on the same rhythm, touching all your good spots from the inside. You were so ready for that orgasm. He kept on going like this, when suddenly you heard a buzzing noise.

“Fuck” he grunted. It was Larry’s phone, that was laying on the table. While still going inside you at that same pace, without hesitation, he answered his phone. “Yes. This is Larry”

He somehow managed to switch his attitude immediately to the normal Larry you were so used to, all the while multitasking with fucking you from behind. What the hell?

What Larry didn’t notice however is that you were about to orgasm, and he was not stopping the pace. As he spoke on the phone, you reached your climax. It felt so fucking amazing, but it took all you had in you not to scream from pleasure like you would so badly want to. You were going to kill Larry after this for picking up his phone of all things.

“Okay. See you in 10” He hung up the phone and placed it back on the table. “Did you hear that?” He asked, not even giving you a second to process what just happened.

“W-what?” you moaned, still light headed from the huge orgasm you just had, all the whilst Larry was still pounding inside you.

“I have another appointment in 10 minutes, so I have to finish this quickly” He tightened his grip on your hips and started pounding even faster. His thrusts became harder and you could feel his muscles tighten up.

He started moaning even louder than before. Very frequent, low moans. He sounded so hot. You knew what he was going for, he wanted to cum inside you, and as soon as possible preferably. You put up your ass even higher towards him, grinding along with him. He took notice of this.

“Fuck. Fuck” he moaned. At this point Larry simply couldn’t stop himself, he was really into you, literally and figuratively. His hands squeezed your hips, so tight he was almost pinching them. You both moaned even harder than before.

Larry finally felt his load coming into you, and came. “Fuck, fuck” he moaned. He couldn’t even remember the last time he came, let alone in a cute girl like you.

He let out huge sighs. His pounds became slower and eventually stopped. He had his eyes closed and was definitely tired from what had just happened. You were starting to wonder if he was okay.

You were completely tired and overwhelmed, too, but the euphoria you got from just having been fucked by Larry was insane.

He let out one final big sigh, and opened his eyes. He went outside of you, stood up straight and pulled up his pants again. It was as if something in him just switched back to work mode again. With Larry now out of you, you were able to turn around once more and check on him. He looked about the same as before.

“Are you satisfied with this meeting, Y/N?”

You were sitting at the desk, still fully grasping everything, breathing heavily. You simply stared at him for a little bit. He was just… Larry, as you knew him. You could not read this man’s mind, at all.

“Yeah, that was a really good meeting,” You responded “But please don’t ever pick up the phone again when you’re fucking me from behind Larry.”

“Hmm” He put off his gloves, “I see.”

“It was really unprofessional” You added.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll make sure we never get into a situation like this again”.

You gave him another angry pouty face, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m just kidding” He let out a very small but notable chuckle.

Larry just chuckled? Perhaps having sex really is healthy for you. In any case, it was nice to see him express something positive, and it made your heart flutter.

Larry walked over to the door and casually picked up his briefcase that was still standing next to the door, as if nothing had just happened. “Will this be a reoccurring meeting?” he asked.

You grinned. “See you next week”.

#Larry Pokemon #Larry x reader #pokemon x reader #gym leader larry x reader #elite four larry x reader #there is more to come #feel free to give me prompts!!

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ashenmind · 6 months

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Shoulda known that the goose post would do well around here

Geese are birds, after all

#there is more to come

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spaceprobeasks · 2 years

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JUICE: is this working

how does tumblr work

HUBBLE: jesus christ this was a horrible idea

JUICE: shut up hubble

anyways HELLO TUMBLR how are you all doing today

since you guys cant really listen in on us now that were on earth, i thought itd be cool to start an askblog typa thing

HUBBLE: ask us some questions! dont be shy we dont bite

(actually juice might)

JUICE: and yes we will be having ten and nine join this too, ask them stuff as well if you want

they cannot escape

#admin 🛰️#this is my first time doin smth like this #sorry if it looks weird #it looks best on computer i think #that way the post doesnt have a white background #there is more to come #17776 #17776 football #17776 juice #17776 hubble #god these text colors are ugly as hell dont look at this on the dashboard

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sltclea · 9 months

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Just going to keep add pic of cool places

basically a huge dump

#there is more to come #letmedump

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the-uncanny-dag · 1 year

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Finally colored this sketch after 1.5 goddamn year

#there is more to come #all in due time #my art #the uncanny dag #my ocs #original characters #juno and the pretenders #oc: mac cullen #oc: emily daltrey #oc: lenny baker #oc: jojo gershwin #oc: tommy neil

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initforthecache · 1 year

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I am shitting, crying, and throwing up

WHY IS HE NOT REALLLLL

#i told yall I was going insane #you had your warning #there is more to come

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zensations35 · 2 years

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Not Faire (Part 3)

The final chapter of this story (don’t worry, there’s more) Get ready for some feels. Read part one and part two, or see the full story here.

“Alright big guy,” Leo hauls Ren into his tent. His foot slips and the two careen towards the ground. Ren’s arm wings up, bracing them both before they fall upon each other.

“Damn boy,” Leo laughs as they scoot onto their rears.

Ren’s head lolls forward into his knees and he lets out a small moan.

“How much shit have you had?”

Ren lifts fingers, still speaking into his knees. “Five shots, one bowl, and three tabs of LSD.” His fingers drift to his head.

“That’s too much,” Leo says. “Even for you.”

Ren mutter’s something.

“What?”

“I…hih…RRRSHhh!” Ren jerks forward, catching his face into his hand. He chugs a lungfull of air and snaps back down. “HihZZHHieu!”

“And you’re sick as a fucking dog. Come lay down.”

“I am not ill. It’s…” Ren rubs at his nose. “Skye’s perfume…”

“You’re an idiot,” Leo scoffs. “Come on.” He wrenches Ren toward the mattress and they topple. Ren barely catches himself, now positioned directly over a laughing Leo.

The lock eyes. Ren’s gaze bores into Leo.

“Trying to get me into bed?” Ren’s voice is silky, the barest hint of a drawl in his tone.

Heat fills Leo’s face and he slides away, hiding his blush. “You don’t have to make fun of me.”

Ren rolls onto his back, staring at the cloth ceiling. “If you recall, I was not the one to say no to you.”

Leo knows it’s the drugs and alcohol making him blunt and asinine. He’s sick, and not just physically. He’s lovesick. Leo knows that. He just doesn’t know who Ren is lovesick for. He’s had eyes on Skye even before she had eyes on him. But once they ‘broke up’ Leo and Ren began flirting.

They never made anything official. One night Leo invited Ren over. Things started heating up and it looked like they were going to take things farther than usual. Leo wasn’t ready. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. Ren has known Leo forever.

Once Ren saw that Leo was unsure, Ren decided they should wait. Then he left the house. It wasn’t a bad parting, but it still stung being alone after that. Leo felt like he ruined the night.

Now…

Ren’s in deep shit. Leo knows he’s been falling into drugs again. But he’s not sure how to help his friend.

“H--TZch!”

Back to the present.

“Hey, I think I have some dayquil.”

“It will not suffice.”

There you are, Lawrence.

“Ren,” Leo leans over to look at him, “You’re in a shit pit.”

“Noted.”

“I think you need help.”

“Also noted. If you have any suggestions beyond my current therapist--”

“I want you to tell me about Skye.”

Ren’s eyes are blazing blue again as he stares at Leo. “To what are you referring?”

“Tell me what happened that day. When she left.”

Ren is silent for a while. Leo starts to think he won’t tell him. Then, he does.

When he’s done, Leo sighs. “There’s a reason this ain’t workin’ man.”

Ren lays straight on the mattress, legs dangling off the bottom. “Simple,” he says. “Skye didn’t feel the way she thought.”

“Ren, I think it’s more complicated than that.”

“How could it be simpler?”

“Have you seen the way Skye and Sasha look at each other?”

Ren nods, “I recall several occasions.”

“They’re both smitten. But Skye’s still hung up on you. And Sasha…” Leo runs a palm over his face and rasps, “Fuck. Sasha…”

“Careful, Leonardo,” Ren turns his head, “You might make me jealous.”

“Then be jealous, asshole. It doesn’t change the mess we’re in.”

Ren’s head pops up, face crashing into his palm, “Hff--RRrshhxxt!” He sniffles and rubs a raw spot under one curled nostril. “You only understand the half of it.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It is not my place to say.”

Leo swears. “So you drop a bomb like that on me and don’t even explain?”

“I apologize for tantalizing you but it is not my secret to share.” Ren let’s out a soft breath, eyes milking over. “A secret like this…it never leaves you. It crowds your thoughts. Makes you act…reckless.”

Leo buries his fingers in his hair, “You drive me batshit, you know that, Ren?”

“I remember driving you many things. Including batshit.”

“Ren,” Leo puffs, “I never stopped wanting you, just like Skye didn’t. You just shut us down at our most vulnerable states. We needed you and you left us in the cold.”

Ren’s lips rub together, brow furrowing. “I did not think…” his tongue flicks over a lip, “I thought my presence would disturb you further. You both needed space. I was giving it to you.”

Leo is so close now, if Ren turned his face, they’d be nose to nose. So, Leo takes his hand and cups it over Ren’s cheek, pulling him in. “What we needed,” he breathes, “was you.”

The second Leo’s lips graze Ren’s, Ren grabs Leo’s wrist, eyes wide as he pulls back.

He blinks slowly a few times. “Is this…really happening?”

Leo frowns, noting the glassy look in Ren’s eyes. “You’re totally gone, aren’t you?”

“Will you still kiss me if I say yes?” Leo can hear his accent swimming through the words.

“Yeah, you’re blazed.” Leo drops his hand and rolls away from Ren. “Get some sleep, dude.”

Ren’s head falls back onto the pillow and he stares up at the ceiling. He blinks away the heat in his eyes but it rolls down his cheek anyway.

Why does everyone reject me?

“Tell me about your father.”

Ren’s therapist, Dr. Pelski, was a lot like himself. Perhaps that is the only reason Ren still attended his sessions. His therapist can be trying at times. Like Ren himself.

“My father was a military man,” Ren said. “It is a family tradition to join the military. My father was a marine, as his father was. My great grandfather was navy.” Ren waved a hand and watched it flutter in the PIP screen. “You understand the point.”

“And you didn’t serve.”

“No.” Ren’s lips thinned. “I was not cut out for it.”

“Why is that?” Dr. Pelski asked.

“You know why.”

“You need to say it, Ren. Stop avoiding the problem.”

“Is it truly a problem for me to choose my career?”

“Was it?”

Ren rubbed his lips, letting out a growl.

“What was that?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Ren’s face hardened. “Because my father disowned me for it.”

Dr. Pelski had the gall to look shocked. “How old were you?”

“Sixteen when he threw me out.”

“And was this just because of the military thing, or also because you were dating a young man?”

Ren’s teeth clenched. He allowed himself to feel the anger he always felt when Dr. Pelski spoke to him this way. But Ren replied calmly.

“He didn’t specify. He was upset about both, of course.”

“And you spent the next two years with your boyfriend, then?”

“No,” Ren said flatly. “When he found out I’d been kicked out, he broke up with me.”

“Hm, I suppose that was difficult.” Dr. Pelski checked something on a legal pad. “And that is why you turned to drugs?”

Ren could really smack him sometimes.

_____________________________

It’s hot. I wake up shiny with sweat. I don’t look forward to putting on my work outfit. Everything in my tent smells like that body spray Ren is allergic to, and there’s no way I won’t set him off again today.

Outside, people are donning their costumes and slathering on sunscreen. I chug half a bottle of water and look toward Leo’s tent. I hate how much I want to go over there and ask after Ren.

I make a pass by all of the tents, giving everyone their water. The rumor mill is harsh today.

Cecil got together with Maria. Anthony and Chase. One of them makes me pause.

Ren and Leo.

A laugh bursts out of me, turning a few heads. I mutter an apology and hand over water before walking away.

Ren and Leo? Since when do they get shipped together? It’s probably just because they shared a tent last night.

Gossip in this group is like a drug. Anything you can get, you get. And everyone participates. Even me.

But I know nothing happened between Leo and Ren. That’s why Sasha made him bunk there last night. She knew it was safe.

Still, I find myself wandering toward their tent. Ren is already outside getting ready. I hang back, not wanting him to see me.

Leo backs out of the tent, wearing a black undershirt and sleek tight pants. He’s holding a corset.

I watch as Ren helps him put it on. His hands glide up and down Leo’s body, fingers delicately snapping buttons and tying strings.

It looks…sensual.

When they’re done, Leo turns, his body molded into the shape of the corset--high in back broad at the top and slim near his waist.

Ren’s hand drifts across Leo’s arm and I notice a spark in Ren’s expression. Something soft yet exciting.

He used to look at me that way.

I spin, my face flushed as I hide it behind my hair.

Seems the gossip barn had something right.

I get ready more quickly than yesterday. I do my own hair today. It’s a simple bun with a few dangling tendrils of blonde hair. Call me lazy I guess but I’m not feeling very festive. Or attractive.

When the four of us meet up, I’m not the one looking worse for wear, though. It’s Ren.

He’s wearing a button-up shirt with a dark tie. His hair is lanky, falling over a sweaty brow. His eyes are bloodshot and a bit watery. Barely. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked sick. If it weren’t for what he said yesterday, I would think so. Now I know it’s just a killer hangover.

Sasha looks fabulous as ever. She’s wearing the jangle skirt again, paired with a shiny gold blazer over a black tank top. Her bangles are gold today, and all of that sunny color brings out a honeyed hue in her eyes.

“Everybody ready?” Leo’s grinning. He looks fabulous with his hair swooped back, his entire ensemble wrapping him so tight it looks almost painted on.

Sasha and Leo make Ren and I look kinda trashy. Me with my wrinkled blouse and jeans. Ren with his…stupid face.

But we go.

We’re almost at the stall. Our club shop is located in the second wing of the fairgrounds. A cozy little entrance carved into the wooden walls. Silver and pewter necklaces, bracelets, and rings are displayed at the counter. Corsets, dresses, and shoulder bags line the back walls. Lots of nerdy carvings and artwork take up most of the center space. Today’s sale is for Anya’s Undertale pieces.

“I think Sasha and I should trade off hollering duty,” Leo says.

“Fine,” I snap. Sasha gives me a look. I wave her off.

I wasn’t always this bitchy. In fact, I used to be happy, fun, carefree. People used to come to me with their problems and no matter what I was doing or what mental state I was in, I would drop everything to help.

But this past year I have been isolating. Licking my wounds, alone save for a bottle of whiskey.

It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything. I worked from home most days, and I got my socializing through online games.

But I will say, I’ve missed being around people. Sasha was the only person I stayed in contact with during my spiral, though barely. I think she visited twice all year.

My fault. I cancelled more hangouts than I’m proud of.

I thought finally getting it up to come to faire would solve my problems. Get me back out there. But with me acting like this, I’m wondering if the isolation was the lesser evil.

Sasha takes first shift outside. I’m behind the counter and the guys are helping customers or stocking items. I force myself to smile for everyone who comes in. I tell people I love their choices. I wish them a merry day.

And the whole time I do my best to ignore Ren’s sniffles and barely contained stifles.

I am an adult. I am strong. Yes ma’am, this comes in pewter.

It’s Leo’s turn to holler outside, leaving me stocking with Sasha and Ren at the counter.

Sasha immediately pushes me into the back of the store where corsets line the walls.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“Of course. I’m fine.”

“You’re pissed about something.”

I don’t want to tell her about Ren and Leo. She’s had eyes on him all weekend.

Sasha puts her hands on her bony hips, lips twisted in disappointment. “Skye! You think I can’t tell when you’re keeping things from me?”

I sputter a breath and my resolve cracks.

“I think Ren and Leo were…together. Last night.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you sure?”

“People were talking about them this morning. Then I saw them getting dressed. Sash. The way they looked at each other…” tears prick my eyes.

Sasha rubs her hands over my wide arms. “Skye…” she sucks in a breath. “Do you need to go back to camp? We can handle this.”

“And do what? Mope?”

“You don’t have to stay. I understand how hard this is for you.”

She’s right. If anyone understands my feelings right now, it’s Sasha.

A shadow falls over us and we turn to see Ren.

He clears his throat. “It is impossible not to hear your conversation. I will say, for now, I don’t mind bailing. You can take my cut. I will get out of your hair.”

We stare at him.

“And also, I wish to speak more of our ‘problems’. Not here. After work. I believe we should all four converse.”

Holy shit. Ren is pushing for communication. “Are you high?” I ask.

He glares at me and turns to a new customer. “How may I help you ma’am?”

I flit back to Sasha. “He wants us to talk??”

“Let’s focus on his offer to leave. Might help us get the ball rolling here.”

My brain whirrs. What would Ren do while we worked? Likely more drugs and alcohol.

Hypocrit. He wants me to talk when I’m sober but he’ll probably get high before our big conversation.

I squeeze the box I’m holding so hard it rips. “Oh!” I quickly take out the undamaged necklace and put it in a new box. “I’m so sorry!”

“No worries, dear,” the customer smiles and pays.

This goes on for the rest of the day. We have several clusters of customers after lunch. Our sale items go like candy. The next few hours are like a breath of fresh air, not having to worry about Ren and whether or not I’ll get too close and set him off.

As we head back to camp, my gut twists. I know I need to talk to Ren but I have no idea what I’m going to say. Sasha has asked me twice now how I feel about him. SImply put, I don’t know.

My emotions are all over the place and I can’t stop thinking about our twisted web of ‘who likes who’.

When we get back, we see Ren at the end of the row, away from all the tents. He’s setting orange cones in a line of three. When he sees us, he strolls over.

“Good. You are all here.”

“What’s goin on, bud?” Leo asks.

“I have a game for you to play.”

Sasha and I share a look. “What kind of game…?”

“A game that will spark discussion between interested parties.”

I fold my arms. “What the fuck are you talking about Ren?”

“The game goes like so: Everyone stands in a straight line facing forward. If your answer is yes, you take one step forward. If your answer is no, remain still.”

We line up, curious.

“Now, I will ask a question of all of you--”

“Wait, you’re not in the line?”

Ren’s cheeks pink slightly. “This is not about me.”

“What’s it about then?”

“This is a test to see who should date whom.”

I roll my eyes, “Then you need to be involved.”

Ren looks surprised. “Only people who have interested parties need to participate.”

I glare at him. “Exactly.”

Ren tilts his head. “But--”

“No butts,” Sasha grabs Ren’s arm. “You stand with us.”

“Very well. I will call out a name. If you are even remotely interested in the person I name, take the step forward.”

This seems silly. But it’s a form of communication I guess. And we’re supposed to talk about the results afterwards.

“Can I have a few shots before I do this?” Leo asks.

“No.” Ren answers. “Perhaps afterward, to loosen tongues. But this game has meaning.”

“Alright, Ren. Let’s just start.”

We stand ready, the grass caressing our bare feet.

“Leo.”

Who likes Leo?

Ren steps forward. Sasha follows him.

“Skye.”

I freeze as I watch Ren and Sasha take another step forward.

They both want me? They both want Leo?

“Sasha.”

My legs feel like jelly as I step forward. Sasha notices, especially when Leo follows my lead. I can see her skin prickle in front of me.

Ren looks like he might move forward again. He picks up a foot, but then sets it back down.

“Ren.”

Leo and I step forward again without hesitation.

Now we are once again in a straight line. I look around, wondering if these people all had to choose, would I be eclipsed by Sasha, Ren, and Leo?

“What was the point of this, Ren?”

“To understand where we all are. So we may communicate about it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Sasha puts a hand on my shoulder. “Skye, maybe this is a good idea.”

We sit around Ren’s tent. It’s the most out of the way. Our group members have started to return so we keep our voices low.

At first.

We all agree it’s time to drink. And eventually we get loud.

“So,” Leo says after draining a punch, “Sasha and Skye go on a date. Ren and I will go on one too. Same night. We can meet up and talk about how it went.”

“Okay…”

“Then we’ll swap.”

“Swap?”

“Yeah. After that date, I’ll date Sasha and Skye will date Ren.”

I scoff, my arms folding over my chest.

“So, we’re going to be poly?”

“If it heads that way, I’m good,” Leo lounges back in his chair.

Ren and I hesitate. We’ve never been in a poly relationship before. We’re not even sure what to do.

But I will say, if I could be with both Sasha, and maybe a fully apologized Ren, I might be pretty damn comfortable with that.

Ren says nothing.

“So, sound like a plan?” Leo claps his hands together.

“I like it,” Sasha squeezes my hand. Her eyes eyes are filled with hope. I find myself wondering why she’s never asked me out. Of course, she didn’t ask Leo out either. And me? I haven’t made a move since that night with Ren.

“Alright. Let’s make it through faire. One more night. Do whatever. Then, next week, we get serious.”

Our last night is full of dancing, drinking, loud music, and food trucks.

There is quite a bit of touching once we’re drunk. Ren leans on Leo. Sasha falls into my arms giggling. I forget the tension from earlier. I forget I have been avoiding Ren for a year.

Sasha and I are giggling about something stupid as we stretch out on a picnic table. Ren and Leo went to get food. We are beyond caring what we eat. I think I order tacos.

After we eat, we dance and we sing. Leo serenades Sasha in Italian. She blushes the whole time. Ren sets up beer pong and we play several rounds.

I laugh and I dance and I feel better. Better about the future. Knowing things look way less bleak than they did just 24 hours ago.

Finally, Sasha and I get a moment alone when she pulls me away from the two now rowdy boys, hyped up on beer, adrenaline, and whatever else is in Ren’s system.

We sit at a picnic table, Sasha tucking her legs underneath her rear.

“So,” Sasha’s eyes shine, her smile warped like putty. “Ren…”

I groan, flopping my head on the table. “Ren.”

“Would it be so bad?”

I squint at her.

“If he wants your attention. I mean…” she nibbles at a nail, “He still wants you.”

“We’ve established that.”

“Well, give him a chance. Y’all were happy, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“And you kiss people at faire all the time.”

“Yeah?”

“So why did you leave?”

I rub my eye with a thumb. “I told him I loved him. He didn’t believe me. He obviously didn't feel the same way."

Sasha puts her hand on mine. “Skye. He loved you. I saw it when we first met IRL.”

There was a knock at the door. I was the first out of the kitchen. I was so excited.

“I can’t wait for you to meet her, Ren! We--” I stopped when I spotted Ren on the couch. Red-faced, breathing through his mouth, nose scrunching.

“Ren!” I rasped, “Don’t do that here! Not now!”

“Ap-apologies-ihh…”

“Just, uhm…” My head swiveled from Ren to the door.

“HX-NKT!”

“Yeah that’s good. I --well, better. For our situation I mean.”

“Skye, what on earth are you talking about?”

“This friend I met…she’s like me. With that.”

Ren pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He mumbles something in Italian.

“It’s fine!” I said with a squeak. “We’re cool. Don’t worry, she’s really--” I opened the door and just…gawked.

Sasha was gorgeous. Hair in a small afro poufing out behind her shoulders. Her long arms were thin, but her hands were large enough to hold the bangles wrapped around her wrists. Her face was smooth, angled chin, deep brown skin, endless eyes.

I was totally staring like an idiot when a sharp intake of breath behind me snapped me back.

“Ren!”

“Hmp-Kzt!” He sniffled, “My apologies.”

I tried to act casual, as if that sound didn’t just set off bells in both our ears. “Ignore him,” I said, “He’s got some…issues right now.”

Sasha didn’t look one beat disturbed. She poked her head inside, peeking at Ren’s dissolving countenance, and chuckled.

“Solid build. Execution needs work.”

Ren sighed, deep and steady. “Two of them.”

Sasha lugged her suitcase inside. “Nice place.”

“It’s Ren’s place.”

Sasha looked nothing but amused. “Where do I drop my stuff?”

We led her into the guest room. Wide, bookshelves on the wall, and a twin bed.

“Wow, thanks,” she said.

“We’re working on dinner.”

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Not at all.”

I wandered back into the kitchen where I heated a pan of oil over the stove. Bread-coated chicken thighs sat on a plate, awaiting their fry.

Ren took a spot at the counter across from me and began to chop veggies.

A jingle at my feet announced the arrival of Ren’s cat. She rubbed on my leg and circled toward Ren.

“Hello, Puff,” he greeted. “This is not your dinner.”

“Aw, how adorable~” Sasha cooed at the little white kitten. “How old?”

“Four months,” we said in unison. Ren looked at me and his mouth twitched into a smile.

I focused back on the chicken, picking one up to lay it in the oil.

“I have a dog,” Sasha said.

“Strangely enough I am allergic to dogs but not cats.”

My brain latched on to what he just said. In front of me. In front of Sasha.

I peeked back at him and he was giving me a sideways grin. His eyes were gleaming. He knew what he had just said got my attention. I mumbled something unintelligible and flopped the chicken into the pan.

Hot oil splashed up, burning my palm and wrist. I cried out and jerked back.

“Fuck!”

Sasha's eyes widened, her lips parting, “Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

I wailed some semblance of, “Fuckmyfuckingshit!”

Ren appeared next to me. He took my arm gently but firmly with one hand, the other circling my waist as he pulled me toward the sink. The water was running. When did he have time to do that?

Before I could blink, Ren was holding my throbbing wrist under the cool water. I sighed as the pain receded, my fingers trailing rivulets of water into the drain.

Ren cupped my cheek, his eyes filled with worry. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, placing my hand over his.

The way he reacted, snapping into action the second I was hurt…

The way he looked at me…

“That was a pretty good idea he had, huh?” Sasha asks.

I nod. “I didn’t know he still had feelings for me.”

“Did you know you had feelings for him?”

My gaze flits. “...No. I mean…maybe?” I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, “It’s so confusing.”

Sasha brushes my face with her fingers, making my skin tingle at her touch. “I’m a bit torn, too. I’m hoping these dates clear things up. I haven’t seen you much lately. And, well…” she twists her lips, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I was waiting until you worked out your funk to do anything.”

“I appreciate that.”

“If it’s still too soon…”

“No,” I grab her hand, my thumb circling her knuckles. “I want to do this. All of it. I’m sure.”

And honestly, I didn’t know I meant it until I said it.

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