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Post by Misso Pan on Apr 28, 2013 16:02:30 GMT -8
“Heracles, what did you do to him?”
“… I didn’t do anything.”
“Obviously. If you hadn’t he wouldn’t be blind.”
“He’s… he’s deaf, mother.”
“Whatever.”
There was still something wrong with his son.
If she wasn’t griping about his work, or about where he lived, she was griping about his family. He hated it, but respected his mother enough to never argue. He’d simply nod at her in disbelief, and shoot her a glare over his shoulder as she left her to sit on her self-perpetuated throne. Her being someone who pushed him to pursue his goals as a child, Heracles couldn’t help but wonder what crawled up her ass and made her suddenly so bitter towards him. To call it an irritation was an understatement. No, it was an insult.
He growled and scratched at his hair as he made his way back into the room, and spied the young child sitting in the middle of the floor, pawing away at a fat, tan cat lying in the sun. Lucian was oblivious to the conversation that took place, and even of the fact that his father was merely a few feet away from him. Heracles… Well, he almost pitied the boy. He wouldn’t imagine being able to make his life anywhere close to normal. There was so much he needed to hear and enjoy and he’d never get that. He’d have to learn how to communicate – they’d all had to, and the process was arduous. The second Heracles learned Lucian would never hear he began taking classes to learn sign language.
The anger in Heracles’ face soften as he watched. What noises Lucian did make, he had no control over. They were random and inconsistent in their volume and pitch. He had no idea what he sounded like and could barely gauge any sort of pattern from the way he felt his cords move. Heracles himself chuckled lightly. It was great to see how happy he could be, despite his disability. It was all he knew; all he knew was that this was normal. He didn’t feel sad or disabled or anything… the world around him was just as deaf as he was.
Heracles reached out a hand to ruffle Lucian’s hair, but stopped halfway there. Heracles’ grin disappeared as he pulled back.
He learned the hard way that surprising Lucian was far from a good idea.
Most children would at least be able to hear when someone was sneaking up on them. A footstep, the ruffle of clothing, perhaps breathing. No… not Lucian. His world was utterly silent. He lived in a world where everything was instinctively a danger and if surprised he would cry for his mother, even if the one surprising him was just papa.
Instead, Heracles made himself very much known, by walking his way over and sitting down next to his son to also pet the cat. The fat pile of fur was more than happy to receive two separate pets, and purred loudly. Lucian had no idea what it sounded like, but he must have felt it. He laughed a little.
<”The cat is lazy.”> Heracles quickly signed. Lucian stared, he didn’t quite comprehend. His father smiled weakly, and made the same signs a second time, eliciting a grin from the boy. He received a nod in response, but with no more hands to pet and spoil him, the cat decided it was time to move to a new naptime place.
Lucian squeaked and attempted to follow, but was immediately pulled back into Heracles’ arms and held tightly and securely. It didn’t matter what his grandmother said or thought. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t hear. There was nothing wrong with his son. Lucian blinked in confusion, surprised by the sudden affection but not entirely unhappy with it. He smiled and hugged back, and a slight tickle aimed at his tummy brought the boy to laughter. Untrained, unfamiliar laughter, with no restraint at all. Just like any other boy.
“I don’t you can’t really hear me Lucian, but bear with me. Alright?” Heracles began as he pressed his cheek into the dark brown mass of hair that belonged to the calming child. “You’re lucky. You don’t have to listen to what people say about you. And I don’t care what she says about you either. I don’t need “normal” children to feel like I have good kids.”
Yes, Lucian didn’t understand. It was probably a good thing he didn’t have to listen to his father be so melancholy. “We love you, alright? I really hope you never think otherwise.”
Lucian just hugged him back. He wasn’t different at all.
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Post by Misso Pan on May 4, 2013 17:44:46 GMT -8
Every day he left her something new. Most of the time they were flowers, meticulously crafted out of perfection, each petal filled with love, affection, and apology. At first, Lili thought the gesture was cute, she thought it was promising. Every day she received another, she'd make changes of her own and add it to a dry vase. She needed more than one eventually.
He hardly gave her any closure when they broke up. Lili wanted to believe he was just trying to pull himself together. Maybe something happened she shouldn't be involved in and he was protecting her, like the knight he always was. She hoped in vain that things would go back to the way they were, and each little flower was another light of hope that just got bigger.
She still loved him. She didn't get a clean enough break to not stop loving him.
"You were wonderful to me," he assured her. "But I don't deserve you. You're too nice."
She told him that was a bad excuse. One shouldn't leave the one they love because of something like that -- should he want her to abuse him? It made no sense and it made her angry. It was an emotion she had scarcely felt towards him through the last five months until that point, when all she could feel was confusion and sadness and regret.
"How does that even work??" She asked him incredulously, voice raised slightly as her voice contorted bitterly. "How can you say too nice?"
He didn't answer.
"I tried so hard to make you happy, Toris... you've been amazing to me-- I thought we were happy." She fought back the need to try, trying to break through to him. She failed.
He still didn't answer. The latent rage inside of her boiled further and she glared behind her tears. "Answer me, Toris. Why are you doing this?"
He seemed ashamed of himself and only looked away. He was letting her take this out on him. It was all he'd ever known until her, but now it was back.
"Damn it, Toris." She shivered, her fists clenched. He apologized quickly and turned from her before he had second thoughts.
Lili watched him through the window as he looked from side to side, and left another flower on the doorstep. This time it was green. Her eyes narrowed, out of both frustration and pity. She saw him recently with another girl and knew instantly that all of it was a lie. He broke up with her and was almost instantly with someone else...
That hurt a lot. She breathed heavily and made her way down the stairs and watched him disappear through the window in the doorway. When she opened the door and picked the flower up, she stared at it fondly, and held it close, wishing desperately for things to go back to the way they were. She wanted him back, more than anything, and each gift he left her only made it hurt more.
The door was then closed and she leaned heavily against it as she looked down at the fragile paper plant in her palm. Toris hadn't let go... or maybe he felt guilty. Who knew.
But this time, his gift didn't make it to the vase, and by the time he returned he found the gift crushed beyond recognition and left dismally on the doorstep.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2013 18:53:58 GMT -8
Unrelated pokemon drabbles.
Gold Vs. Whitney
It took Gold a few moments, but he finally realized exactly what was wrong. This gym was pink. VERY, very pink. It was fully of giggling girls with equally giggly, pink pokemon. However, the gym leader was the pinkest of the all, from her hair, to her clothes, to the abomination that she held in her arms. Gold groaned; this was going to be both pleasant and irritating.
Gold glanced around him, taking in the sight of all the pokemon around him. Most of them were fluffy and look light enough to punt. What was it with normal types and being /pink/? He could say this was the total opposite of Bugsy's gym, but the problem with that was the fact Bugsy's followers were both male and female. This gym had no trace of another boy, and Gold had to endure odd, dreamy looks from its occupants. Whitney herself had not the courtesy to look him in the eye as he walked closer, preferring to baby talk her Clefairy like it was a pet.
Gold resolved to beat her, and beat her fast. He could feel his masculinity draining - a trait that was already toned down heavily by the fact his team was 5/6 female in the first place, starter pokemon included. The Quilava at his feet bristled with anticipation.
There was nothing wrong with his female pokemon... they could kick just as much ass as Silver's team of males.
His feet finally entering her peripheral, Whitney looked upward at the boy staring down at her. "OH!" She gasped, standing up with her arms covering her amusingly flat chest. "It's not polite to stare!" she berated.
"Common courtesy also says you need to pay attention to your challengers." Gold said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh... a battle? I just became a gym leader a month ago!" She stood tall.
"... so... you're making an excuse, then?" Gold stared, at a loss of what to say.
"Oh no, nothing like that!" Whitney suddenly had a large grin on her face. "I just think it says something that the League wants me to be a leader when I'm so new at pokemon!"
Oooohhh.... she's an egotist. What fun.
"I'm warning you!" Whitney said, nudging her Clefairy onto the field. "I'm /good/."
That Clefairy had nothing on Gold's Wooper, which was hilarious given the fact Whitney screamed when he sent it out. Something about it being slimy.
However, the battle took a much different turn when she sent out what was possibly the ugliest pokemon Gold had ever seen.
It was a Miltank, tall and overly muscular for a pokemon that was supposed to be dainty and motherly.
"Th-the hell...?!" Both Gold and his Wooper were taken aback by the awful sight in front of them. The Miltank gave a creepily manly moo and stood ready to battle.
"My Clefairy is pretty babied, but don't think my Miltank is so easy!" Whitney cackled.
"What do you feed that thing?!" Gold took a step back, watching in horror as his Wooper was completely demolished.
"Oh, the usual. Pokemon food, berries." Whitney counted off. "HAH! He took out your Wooper like it was nothing!"
Her face fell when Gold sent out a Gastly.
"... so?! Ghosts can't hurt normal types!"
"No... but they can curse them!" Gold nodded at his Gastly, and it cried out suddenly as it drained its own health to afflict the Miltank with a curse.
The Miltank writhed as it took effect, flailing helplessly on the ground.
"No, you bastard!" Whitney shrieked, charging across the stadium to take a shot at the clever trainer who so terribly emasculated her pokemon that shouldn't have been male in the first place.
"Woah, hold- stop being so violent!" Gold called his Flaaffy out, stopping the gym leader in her tracks.
".............."
"... what?"
"It's... so cute!!" Whitney squealed, kneeling down to pull the pink sheep into her arms.
"Pink's my favorite color! Oh, trade it to me!!"
"It's electric." Gold commented.
"It's adorable!" Whitney shot back. "Gimme!"
The sheep was confused and slightly traumatized by the human female squishing it into her chest. It baa'd helplessly, looking to Gold for some kind of command.
Gold nodded his head, and the Flaaffy let loose a thundershock to remove the human blemish.
Whitney screamed, immediately letting go and falling to the floor, unconscious.
Gold stared down the hall, making note of how alone he was in this gym with her last remaining pokemon and the gym leader on the floor.
Quickly, he looted the body, taking from her the badge she was currently unable to hand over to him officially. Along with the badge, he removed a Technical Machine. He had no idea what it did, but he took it anyway.
"Quick Flaaffy! Let's get out of here!"
And then they used an escape rope.
The Top Pecentage
Joey's Rattata wasn't like ordinary Rattata. It was, as Joey put it, in the top percentage of Rattata. It was slightly larger than your average of the species, a bit faster and much more resilient. It won every battle for him.
At least, it did until he met Gold. Momentarily Joey thought back to the battle, how his precious Rattata was manhandled by a Cyndaquil.
He swore on that day he would not stop training, he would not rest until his amazing Rattata could beat Gold who, by now, must have a full team of pokemon just as strong as his Cyndaquil.
With a determined look on his face, the youngster danced around in the tall grass, fighting Spearow and Marill in his quest to make his Rattata stronger.
He called Gold every day, reminding him about how his Rattata was in the top percentage. Every day, Gold gave him the same response.
"That's cool, Joey. But you have to remember... it's still just a Rattata."
Just a Rattata? Just? His Rattata was amazing! How dare he demean it so! Joey's heart ached for a chance to prove himself, and finally he did.
When Team Rocket came to Cherrygrove.
They wanted to take the pokemon in the pokemon center.
Joey would not stand for it, fighting against Rocket Rattata that could not compare to his own.
"My Rattata is in the top percentage of all Rattata!"
However, his pride was cut short by an Executive of the organization, who towered over him. His bright green hair clashed heavily with the red and black of his uniform, yet he still looked intimidating. Frightening.
"Top precentage, you say?" Proton asked, removing a pokeball from his belt. "Well, my boy. That certainly is impressive."
"However, my Arbok is also in the top percentage of all Arbok. And your pokemon? It's just a Rattata."
Stockpile. Swallow.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 18:56:56 GMT -8
Not TND related but I just made it and it was funny.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 23:17:55 GMT -8
We can give prompts, yes?
Write something where Nicoleta is Catwoman and Herc is Batman! :DDD
-smack'd so hard-
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Post by Misso Pan on Sept 2, 2013 19:19:43 GMT -8
Story Time:
When Arthur wasn't being a stubborn ass, he had the incredible ability to pull stories out of nowhere. He had an unusually vivid imagination for a man his age, but Peter didn't mind in the least. When Arthur was in the mood he was more than happy to treat the boy to one of many adventures.
"His sword was drawn, the banner of his kingdom unfurled behind him as he and his steed took to the roads, crossing over the bridge into the courtyard!" With a bed sheet in hand, he migrated across Peter's bedroom, waving it. "But there! Up on the tower! The dragon had seen the knight and was crawling down the wall for the kill."
Arthur then picked up an umbrella and pointed it up at the ceiling. "But the knight was brave. His duty was to rescue the princess from the dragon and bring her home—“
Peter launched himself off the bed, roaring loudly. Arthur couldn’t react at all save the unmanly yelp that escaped his throat when the boy tackled him to the ground. They collapsed, laughing. “You know, Peter? I don’t think any of these knights have actually made it to the princess yet.”
“Not while I’m the dragon.” Peter said with a grin.
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Post by Misso Pan on Sept 2, 2013 19:20:09 GMT -8
Alternate Story Time:
"Once upon a time everyone died, and then no one lived happily ever after." Arthur snapped the book shut and placed it on Peter's lap as the boy sat up in his bed. "The end." He stood up and left while Peter struggled to comprehend the fact that Arthur had ditched him and the book!
"That wasn't a very good story, you arse!" Peter shouted after him, arms folded tightly and is face locked into a pout. He'd be like this until morning.
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Post by Misso Pan on Sept 2, 2013 19:20:37 GMT -8
FranLiech for Mona:
She left Francis a flower every morning. It was her way of greeting him when he woke, when she could not be there to speak the words herself. Lili was eloquent with her words, but actions always spoke louder, and each gift carried with it a meaning that she always meant deeply. Her king would wake up and smile... funny how her favorite of greetings was the yellow tulip, then, for indeed his smile was like sunlight to her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2013 18:16:07 GMT -8
i'll delete this later
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 2:56:39 GMT -8
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Post by Misso Pan on Sept 21, 2013 16:33:53 GMT -8
Take your name and then combine it with the name of a muse and you get your name for this story.
Cast of characters of something I may write:
Queen Amymi - Queen of Tiendee
Chelsera - The queen's court mage
Jennat - Knight in the queen's employ and captain of the royal guard
Dannali - Chelsera's fairy messenger
Queen Josnic - Queen of the Etherwood, where she lives with an army of monstrous Death Corgis
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 13:35:01 GMT -8
Brief halloween drabble idea.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 16:21:02 GMT -8
AhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHhHhhHhh
Omg holy crap wow hdixiskdkxjxbsiwod Babshxhjx
So it's okay if I expand on this hehe? ;w;
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 17:26:09 GMT -8
uh go ahead. I will probably write several parts and brutally destroy every pairing I like in the name of Death Gardener!Liech.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 17:42:01 GMT -8
Okay fff-- maybe I should go in a different direction then! This was your idea after all. <333
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