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A Hoenn Champion Villian au fic test I suppose

Steven and Wallace except they lead the evil teams of the Hoenn reigon. Oh, and Wallace is frickin' dramatic

Wallace was alone. Well, not really, he had his pokemon alongside him in moderately sized indoor pool. Just maybe he also had his crew but simply not present in his "throne room" they call in the large submarine dubbed "home". In his eyes, though? Just a place to assist in Wallace's revenge.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his scarred fist at the thought of the one he once loved. All Wallace wanted was to love Steven and make a positive change to the world! BUT THEN STEVEN HAD TO GO AND-

Wallace furious thoughts were cut off by his pokemon's cheerful cries. There they were, all 6 of 'em, chasing Gyarados and Milotic's tails. The sepentine pokemon swiftly avoiding the grasps of the other pokemon. The seventh pokemon, Walrein watched and splashed any pokemon that came close, playfully, mind you. Wallace relaxed, revenge doesn't need to be instant.

3 pokemon jogged Wallace's memories just at the sight of them; his 2 Basculin, and his Sharpedo. The memory was clear and it brought a frown to his face. When Wallace found out the news of Steven's betrayal, 2 pokemon left Wallace. Luvdisc saw Wallace fake his own death and believed Steven actions were justified. IDIOTIC FISH. He HAD to kill- Nevermind THAT. Whiscash was weak, and fled to the depths due to Luvdisc's leave.

"Cowards. We'll show them." He scoffed. Wallace gazed at his team members. Basculin, Walrein, Milotic, Sharpedo, Swampert, and Gyarados may just be the only ones he can trust. And honestly? That's how he liked it.

I found the strikethrough feature! :D

I have a fanfiction on wattpad that I am writing. It's called Player's Dimension. Please support me and read it!

It's about a boy named Elias who has to travel through a fantasy world while attatched to Jeff the Killer.

Warning: it's rated Mature.

I did that already and post cp1 but now I want to flash out one specific detail and CANT CAUSE THE STORY GET ATTRACTION AND EVERYONE ARE WAITING FOR UPDATE….

So I’m going to have to write a flashback in cp3 and call it a day lol

when you get an idea for a fic but you know you’re going to have to really take your time with it in order to properly capture all the little details and plot points and themes you want to convey, but also you’re an impatient bitch who wants to write out and read that fun story in your head right fuckin’ now

I may or may not have written a fanfic based on my last post, but i have never written before. And it is probably also confusing? 😅 Idk i still wanted to post it bc i am curious to see what others think! Criticism is welcome but please be nice :).

(Also i crossposted this on AO3)

Having a trident pushing you under the water for a while isn’t nice.

What Odysseus didn’t expect though, was to open his eyes to what he assumed was the underworld.

This can’t be. He thought, I’m supposed to return to Penelope and Telemachus!

WAIT!

Is that liquid gold splattering on his hands?

How?

AAAAH

His vision suddenly switched, was that.. Poseidon lying there? And why was he being stabbed by his own trident?

HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING HELPLESS?!

Was that his voice? But it can’t be, he is supposed to be in the underworld. Well he is actually supposed to be home with his son and wife but-

Odysseus? My son?

Mom? Was that his mom? So he is dead… oh gods, what is he going to-

AAAH

Why is there still screaming

Ody?

Eurylo-

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?

Why does his reality keep on being flipped

URGHH

I WATCHED ALL MY FRIENDS DIE IN HORROR

Captain?

Polites! He is good with emotions and feelings and stuff, he could he-

CRYING AS THEY WERE ALL SLAIN (UGH)

He can’t see

All he saw was gold

I HEARD THEIR FINAL MOMENTS

CALLING THEIR CAPTAIN IN VAIN

There they are! He could see them. They look worried, i need to-

LOOK WHAT YOU’VE TURNED ME INTO

LOOK WHAT I’VE BECOME

ENOUGH!

He can’t handle this.

Everything keeps on switching.

Is he really dead?

ALL OF THE PAIN I’VE BEEN THROUGH

STOP!

Is he really dead if at the same time he is causing this god so much agony?

HAVEN’T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?!

He has but is the person who is saying this him?

Who is this?

STOP!!

But he didn’t stop when i BEGGED YOU

TOLD ME TO CLOSE MY HEART

Odysseus?

Captain?

Son?

YOU…

Answer please!

ODY!

YOU SAID THE WORLD WAS DARK

MONSTER!

That’s what he was wasn’t he? It’s what he called himself. Even a god thought he was a monster now.

But didn’t he say that ruthLESSNESS IS MERCY UPON OUR-

ALRIGHT! PLEASE

After everything you’ve done, how will you sleep at night?

Can he sleep when he’s dead? He did a lot of things, but he didn’t do this? Will he still be able to do sleep if he could? Did he really do this? He didn’t. No he didn’t. But who did? Is there anyo-

Next to my wife

But i’ll never see my wife. I’m dead.

Then who will sleep next to my wife?

good evening folks

so

that’s a Secret History fic. It’s gay. Very gay. But then again we have some Judy and Richard moments cause Jude’s a queen and I love her

Growing pains

Grief. The intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death. No one really prepares you for the mourning of friends. Friends that are still well and alive but aren’t with you. The death of friendships you held so close to heart that you feel a rip in your soul as they pass away. This heartbreak is almost irreparable compared to the fleeting emotions of unrequited love or suppressed depression ; it consumes you in a dark hole of intense loneliness and desperate failure. 

I’ve always been envious of people who lived in the time of no technology - a time when passing conversations was enough to connect you: a time where you greet a friend so casually having not seen them for a decade. What happens when  old friends meet each other? Did they mutter awkward greetings or welcome each other with soft affection? Or do they simply walk past each other like strangers despite their shared history?

His prying eyes -Nikto-

Feeling your fingers glide across the keyboard as you continue your progress to end the day. Lord knows how many hours you have been cramped over your computer trying to find out wanted data for your team.

You would think that sense hacking is a big part of the military maybe they would give you a more comfortable work space, but yet you got stuck with a squeaky chair and dim lighting. Standing up to stretch and flex your calves, you walk to the much needed coffee that's in the vending machine.

"y/n"

It was so light that you almost didn't catch it, you almost didn't hear the quick breath of your name that rolled off his tongue.

Your skin is crawling, it is like your entire body has been alerted of something near that shouldn't be. Shifting your eyes from one end of the hall to another ,you look but there is nothing. Maybe your just paranoid. It can certainly happen when your staring at the same screen all day.

You start retrieving back to your working desk only to be startled that your coworker is sitting there. "Nikto" you say out loud. How in the balls did you miss seeing this giant guy walk right into your office, let alone sitting in your chair.

"We came to see if you have finished with what we needed" He rasps out.

You walk to your desk to start printing out the papers that needs to go into the vanilla file. "Ya I am just about done here, it took me awhile but thankfully I was able to attain everything we needed". He grunts in response but it is something you expected.

Nikto is a man of short talks, he speaks when needed and sometimes he doesn't speal even when it is needed. Most of the time he grunts or huffs, walking around base like he has no care in the world, but what you didn't know is that he did have a care for you. A very small crack in his shitty heart that he set to the side when it came to you. Something you never seemed to notice was the fact that he was the one to always come to retrieve you when you were needed, or be the first one to spare with you when it came to practice your combat skills.

He never really cared much when it came to women in his life, but god did the hair on his skin stand when he sees you. His mouth dries out and his hands start to shake, you've been a part of his team for a while and he hopes to keep it that way.

Grabbing ahold of the file and passing it on to him, he says a simple thanks and walks out, not to long after you follow in his foot steps sense work is done and over with.

you just wish you could break this feeling that your being watched.

--- I hope you enjoyed this little chapter I wrote out for yall. Please know that this is my first time writing fanfiction so if you don't like it please don't leave any mean comments, but if you have any ideas on how I can improve please let me know!!!---

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63289108

I wrote a fanfiction! About Karis and a hypothetical "good" ending that he did not actually get.