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I didn't think that far ahead but is most likely not gonna happen...she might go insane tho since I got 0 idea if I wanna go the normal no one knows route or the rui route where TT sees all the deaths lol
Decided to go a more fluff route than what I played...I planned to go pokephelia but decided against that today cause I can't write smut at all sadness
Threadmarks: Chapter 2: The Girl Who Laughed at the End of the World
Darkness.
Cold and absolute.
Then—
A breath.
> "—gh!"
Natsumi's lungs convulsed as air flooded in like knives. She staggered, clutching her chest.
The night smelled the same — salt, oil, rot — but her heart hammered with a rhythm that shouldn't have existed anymore.
"...N-no… no, no, no...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1 — The Convenience Store and the End of the World
The door chimed behind him.
> “Thank you for shopping with us!”
The clerk’s voice had that tired, over-rehearsed brightness that said I want to go home too, man.
Plastic bag swinging from one hand, Subaru stepped into the night air, humming a half-remembered anime opening under his breath...
Threadmarks: Chapter 2 - New Bonds Beneath a Sinnoh Sky(Wake Up, Trainer)
Lucario stayed with me long after the stars thickened and the night air grew cold. The house behind us was quiet except for the faint creak of old wood and the rhythmic, familiar sound of someone snoring—Ash, without question. Fireflies drifted low across the pasture, their glow sliding over the...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1: Wake Up, Trainer(this is the fiction name too)
I woke up to birdsong that wasn't birdsong.
Too melodic. Too… orchestrated. Like some composer in the sky decided even the Pidgey needed rhythm.
The smell hit next—damp grass and something sweet, almost like Pecha blossoms after rain. My pillow was a patch of soft clover. My blanket? The warm...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1 — A Home That Should Not Exist
I woke to warmth.
Not the mechanical hum of a Rayshift chamber, not the sterile calm of a medical ward, not even the controlled quiet of a battlefield’s aftermath.
Warmth.
A blanket someone tucked carefully to my chin.
The tiny weight of Fou curled on my chest, rising and falling with sleepy...
Threadmarks: The God Husk Arc III - The Glass Citadel
The Citadel announced itself long before it could be seen.
At first it was only pressure—an ache behind the eyes, the faint thrum of meaning vibrating through bone. Then light began to gather at the horizon, white bleeding into prismatic fractures until the whole world seemed to inhale.
Lira...
Threadmarks: The God Husk Arc II - The Husk That Dreams
The path opens beneath our paws like a wound that never closed.
I don't remember stepping into it. One moment, dawn lies behind us — a sheet of ash-gold over the glass plains — and the next, the earth yawns wide, spilling light that has never touched a sky.
We descend in silence. Every sound...
The wind has a memory here. It hums through the glass plains like a voice trying to remember the words to a prayer. Every note feels older than the light.
We camp in the hollow of a fractured ridge. The ash-glass walls catch faint reflections of my pack—twelve now, if I count the shadows that...