I have ripped out my vocal cords in the name of comfort. I've taken every jagged edge of myself, sanded them down until there was nothing left - no threat to the sanctity of polite conversations. I have molded my shadow, ripped out the rot, packed away the remains, and hid all the unseemly, just so everyone will stop looking away.
Am I beautiful now? Am I worthy now? What else do you need to love me? I will do it. I will give you everything I have, just for a spare glance. I promise to only give you my beauty, what little there is. I promise to speak softer, be smaller. I will do anything, be anything, you want - just, please, don't leave.
dear...everyone - love, (ds)
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So I assume Wukong eventually realized who it was the council had him fight. How messed up about it is he? I mean it can't feel great to know that he was unintentionally complicit in his kinda-boyfriend's death and robofication.
pretty fucking bad my dude
swk and maq werent actaully together before, they hadnt seen each other in a long time before this, even though they both missed each other and had fond memories. swk realised what he'd done a couple of days later when the pain and haze cleared, so this is set before maq came back as a robot, when swk was convinced he was just straight up dead
(panel from the comic im doing)
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Mikey forcing himself to be positive to keep everyone together and stable.
Mikey having issues sleeping at night if he's not with somebody so he stays up drawing and ruining his sleep schedule, yet still makes sure to make breakfast for everyone even if it's extremely hard on his hands and when he's exhausted.
Mikey having panic attacks the first month after the Krang if he couldn't check in on his family every 30 minutes or so.
Mikey having issues using his hands due to tremors and occasional phantom pain of intense burning.
Mikey hiding in his shell at the slightest negative situation for hours.
Mikey clawing at his arms and reopening wounds without realizing it when stressed.
Mikey venting through his art. Creating really horrifying things he either crumpled up and throws away or hides so his family can't see them.
Welcome to my ted talk: Mikey angst; vastly under looked.
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Smaugust Day 6: Kintsugi
They almost have the opposite problem to the Shard Scaled, these Obsidian Wyrms. Their scales are brittle, like glass, but they choose to mend them with gold melted from their fire. I’ve even seen some purposefully injure themselves or each other to “earn” more impressive patterns. I’m unsure how to interpret this behavior.
[Prompt List]
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(Ha, I got most of it done last night, so things are staying on schedule!)
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From Galar To Paldea
Seraphina was...disappointed. So...so disappointed. Not only was she though, her family was to, not only did she not become Champion...she didn't even qualify.
Not even allowed to compete, an Olania, who's family was oh so well known to be Pokemon Battling Prodigies, how could Seraphina fail to even qualify?
Thats what question was being asked of her, by her parents seated across from her in their home, a private location for these private family matters. It had been a while since she had failed to qualify in time for the tournament at Wyndon, and be unable to participate in the Champion Cup.....All because of that accursed Team Yell and damn Dark Type Gym Leader, stalling her to that point....
And of course, the horrific tragedy that was the Darkest Day, backed by Macros Cosmos and Chairman Rose, who already never respected her....but to see even this far? She wanted nothing to do with Galar at this point.
But....
That mattered not to her family.
"Seraphina Olania, you will not sit here and say that you were unable to complete the League because you were 'stalled'. An OIania finds a way to get through, to win. Sometimes I truly wonder if you are your mothers daughter...." Her father spoke in his angry and gruff tone, asshole....if he did his job properly, she would've not had to deal with Team Yell's shenanigans, as they and that Gym Leader would've been fired from Spikemuth ages ago...
As much as she wanted to spit that out, however, she bit her tongue.
"....there isn't any proper excuse, I could've, I just...failed to, Father, Mother." She managed out, composing herself from her internal anger, and fury...she didn't even wish to compete in the League, still now even, she didn't have much of a choice still though....
Not until she became Champion, or something similar, huh?
"....I've been training since the Darkest Day occurred, I visited the Crown Tundra, and have been training non stop....but I know this is a yearly event, and I-"
BANG! CRASH!
Seraphina was interrupted, as her mother slammed her fist on the table, causing the teacup that rested on their side to topple over and break on the wood tile flooring below them. Oh how she wished she angered a Sinistea....
"That matters NOT, Seraphina, do you not understand the position you've put us in? The Olania family name is sacred to our family bloodline! My father, your grandfather, was a valued Elite Four Member in Unova! His sister? Gym Leader in Kanto, along with our Great Grandmother being a league official, and the history goes on, around, everyone else in our family Seraphina is showing what it means to be an Olania! Even your cousin, my sisters son, won the Lilly of the Valley Conference in Sinnoh! Do you know how that feels, to know that my younger sisters son is far more successful than my own daughter!?" Her mothers voice was angry and commanding, for good reason, she....was an Olania. She was expected to be a powerful trainer, better than the average.
Better than them all.
"We have the blood of champions in us, do you not understand that!? Our family has a reputation to uphold, and for you to not even qualify....its disgraceful. No daughter of mine is going dirty our name like this. What do you plan to do to rectify this?"
....how did Seraphina plan to rectify this? It was...going to be a long time until the next Champions Cup here in Galar.
It didn't take her long to realize that her nails were digging into her palm so hard that she could feel a little bit of blood on her fingertips. She broke skin this time...great.
Seraphina did have to think of something though, the longer she stayed quiet, the more she felt...shame, that she had experienced whenever she had such a miniscule failure.
And silence? Silence was torture for her in these family meetings. She had to say something.
"Paldea. I plan to go to Paldea, and challenge their league there, I know its quite small, but to show that I, as an Olania, have the battling skill and prowess to take on a League like theirs at the very least...and if I recall, their League is going to open up in a couple weeks for the season correct? All other leagues are out of season this time of year, except for Paldeas.....I know I can complete it, gain Champion Rank, and be back by the time that Galars Champion Cup is back." Seraphina's voice hardly falters, as she stares into her parents eyes. Even though she was an adult now, she still felt like a child in the eyes of her parents..... "...if I recall, they have two very powerful Champion Rank Trainers, who are both considered to be Top 8 in terms of trainers in the Masters 8, so it will still be a challenge befitting an Olania."
More silence, it felt awful again, but Seraphina tried to hold strong through it....she couldn't tell if they saw, but she was biting her inner cheek during each passing second, she didn't want to shake or falter.
Finally, her mother spoke up, standing up, and glaring down at her daughter. ".....if you do not become a Champion Rank trainer, and return to Galar with that title, and defeat every trainer in this Champions Cup to qualify to battle the Champion at the very least, consider yourself dead to the family, and you'd better find yourself a new last name in that time....you will not be my daughter, understood?" Her mothers words were harsh, cold, unbefitting for someone who was meant to care for Seraphina as blood.
But it was expected at this point. It was who she grew up with after all. Seraphina knew her mother and her Pride was unbridled compared to anyone else.
"....I won't come back a loser, Mother, I will prepare my bags and Pokemon to be transported to Paldea, as soon as I leave this room. You will not see me....until I am a Champion." Seraphina managed out, as she stood up as well, her parents not stopping her as she followed through, leaving the room, to head to her own.
As soon as she entered her bedroom, she almost collapsed against the door, taking deep shaky breaths, it had taken all of her willpower to control herself and not just break down. She....felt awful. Everything felt as if it was crashing down on her. The Olania Family Expectations....of course, she knew of relatives who were casted out of the family, she knew them well. Seraphina...never associated with them, to avoid this exact fate that was promised upon her. She knew too of course, her mother wanted to avoid that for herself...to have only one daughter, who never made a name for herself. Grandfather would come back home early just to disown them both....
Seraphina was broken out of her thoughts by a cold feeling, like ice back rubbing against her palm, making her gasp, her nails had broken skin, right...
Zephir...
He probably could easily sense her stress, and smell her bleeding palm. Seraphina took a moment, inhaling, exhaling, then going to her knees to hug her cold companions. The embodiment of what she was meant to be, a cold and calculating battling machine.....
"....Zephir, we're...going out of region, for a while.....you're coming along, so do not worry...Paldea has some pretty strict laws, so not all of our friends can come along, alright? I promise they'll be okay....I promise."
That promise was not just for her Pokemon, both of them knew that, she wanted to promise...that she would be okay too. Even if it was one that could be broken in the future....
Seraphina oh so wished for it to stay in tact.
Only time would tell though, in Paldea.
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