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lost4pandora
Pandora Moon

They/Them, 22, definitely not a chocobo in a trenchcoat. Requests: OPEN. I do art things and write stuff when the mood strikes me. Currently interested in Linked Universe, Monster Hunter, FFXIV, Pokémon, HTTYD, and the Owl House.

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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!!

Send This To Ten Other Bloggers That You Think Are Wonderful. Keep The Game Going, Make Someone Smile!!!

Ignore my ugly sobbing, but thank you! I also think you're skrunkly.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Rules of Requesting & Guidelines to Writing

Howdy, my name is Pandora Moon and welcome to my blog.

First, a little disclaimer for those who want to request something. I will warn you that my writing takes time and does rely a good amount on my current mood. I will try to get them finished as soon as I can though but I can't garuntee it's completion in a timely manner.

No nsfw

I'm able to do gore within reason

I specialize mostly in platonic relationships but I'm willing to try my hand at romantic

I'm willing to do yandere, so that's an option

I can do the entirety of the Chain, but also some others like First, Courage (Animated Link), Koridai (CDI Link), and Spirit (Spirit Tracks)

I can also do other characters like Ravio and the Fierce Deity

I can do scenarios and headcanons, though please specifiy which one you want so I don't accidentally do the opposite of what you desired

I'm not above deleting asks that are either too vague or are just weird/creepy

And that's all I've got. I'll add more rules and or guidelines once I think of them.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

I'm really tired and my brain is very much lost in the sauce. As a result I am prone to making poorly thought out decisions, so I'm going to proceed to semi consciously make this bad decision with an absurd amount of confidence.

My Ask Box is Open

I might regret this later, I might not. We'll cross or burn that bridge when we get there.

Edit: I should probably specify that I mean requests and stuff. Yeah.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Theoretically, if I was in the middle of writing that Owl House Reader in Linked Universe.... "Chaos of a Clawthorne" sounds like an appropriate name, right? Especially if they're the kid of the Owl Lady both emotionally and on paper like King.

This is all theoretical, of course.

I was just wondering.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! 💖💛💖💛💖

I've received this ask like twice but I'm glad I make people happy!


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

After watching the finale of season three of the Owl House, the urge to make content for it in LU is immense. So you know, be prepared for that later maybe.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Here's more content for that HTTYD Reader in LU. This one has been proofread, and the reader will be using the term Y/N and they/them pronouns.

I'll be writing for more of this, and with that I'll be needing a name, so the HTTYD Reader series will henceforth be known as the "Sparks and Embers" series. I will be taking inspiration from all of the content up until HTTYD Homecoming, which includes the movie trilogy, the series between the first and second movie, and those fun bits such as Book of Dragons, Gift of the Night Fury, and whatnot. I will also be adding in my own personal headcanons here and there in terms of HTTYD dragon lore because I think they're neat and could use some of the fun stuff.

Some trigger warnings for this fic may include but are not limited to: mild gore, mild to fair descriptions of violence, mentions of a monster in pieces.

Now with that out of the way, I do sincerely hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

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Sparks and Embers

They heard whispers from merchants and travelers about a truly mystifying sight. A warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by two dragons of black and white. Who have been seen cutting down monsters in a flurry of movements, too fast for the witnesses to comprehend. All they remember is the haunting eyes and gleaming fangs of the mask the rider wore before disappearing in either a spark of lightning or a flash of flame.

Honestly, just hearing "warrior" was more than enough to catch the group's attention.

They had recently landed back into the champion's era, as told when he spotted a familiar tower in the distance. After regaining their bearings, they let the Link in question guide them to the nearest settlement, which happened to be the East Akkala Stable. It was there that they had decided to rest for the night, perform an inventory check, tend to wounds, repair damaged clothing or items, and the like.

In the midst of such, they happened to overhear the conversations from the other travelers that came and left. All about the individual who rode on the backs of dragons.

One individual, a hylian merchant, had been speaking to the stablehand about what he saw on the road. He spotted the trio resting along the tops of the Dueling Peaks as the sun began to set below the horizon.

Another traveler, a Rito, had chimed in that on her flight here, she swears that she saw someone walking on the dragon's backs, performing tricks for the fun of it. She remembers that they were hylian, with silver ornaments in their hair and a fluffy fur cloak wrapped around their shoulders. 

Lastly, a pair of children, the stablehand's sons, told the gossiping adults they were saved from monsters by one of the dragons. They said that it was white and sparkly, giggling madly when they mentioned that it sounded like a really big cat.

All these stories had the Chain curious and somewhat suspicious. It was the topic of conversation once they had left the stable the next morning.

"A hylian with a wolf mask accompanied by two dragons," Warriors echoed. "I can't say I've heard that one before."

"Me neither. It seems a bit surreal, doesn't it?" Hyrule replies, looking toward Wild. "You said there were dragons here, do you know who this dragon rider could be?"

The champion shook his head. "Not a clue. The dragons I know are huge and are surrounded by so much elemental magic that no one could even safely approach them."

"You think it's related to our problem?" Legend asks aloud, arching a brow.

"It could be," Wild replies. "But I doubt that it is. You heard those kids, the dragons and their rider saved them. It'd be weird that they'd be willing to cut down their own allies if they were working with the enemy."

Warriors nods at the reason. "Agreed. It has to be something else."

Time finally decides to make his opinion known. "No matter the case, it would be best that we seek this dragon rider out. We will most likely be getting something useful out of it either way."

The rest of the group didn't argue, coming to a consensus on their leader's statement. So they kept trekking onward toward their next destination: Hateno Village.

It was a fairly calm trip from there on out.

You know, up until they were ambushed.

One could call it an unexpected turn of events, though they knew that really it wasn't. It was inconvenient and extremely irritating at that point more than anything, but at least they were somewhat prepared for it. Weapons were drawn, magic was sparking, and everyone in the group had steeled themselves as the enemies came in droves.

When the first monster approached the Link that was closest to it, their sword came down in one sweeping motion. When sharpened steel sliced through soft flesh, a messy stain of black blood coated the blade's edge.

The situation had gone from irritating to bad very quickly.

Upon witnessing the sight of the ebony ichor, each Link had made a silent yet unanimous agreement. Pick a section and focus on your batch of monsters. It was easy enough.

Or it would have been had one not been corralled away from the others, and it had to be the youngest of them too. The sailor in particular could feel himself getting angry about the idea of being cornered, mostly because of how he'd definitely be getting babied by the captain, rancher, and probably even the old man once he rejoined the group later. Alas, he was preoccupied with fighting for his life to really let the anger settle into his bones, so instead he chose to channel it into his next set of attacks.

Swing, dodge, parry, duck, swing, swing, roll.

A familiar set of words that would repeat themselves in Wind's mind in random patterns. A mantra that every hero knew by heart, or would soon come to learn one way or another.

Wind couldn't remember how many monsters he had cut down. His sword was coated in their foul smelling ichor, his heart was racing, and his mouth felt dry. He was tired and the adrenaline pumping through his veins wouldn't last forever. Despite this, he doesn't let up.

He then felt something invisible seizing his lungs, a dreaded feeling. Fear, he deduced. He feels his posture stiffen as he looks around frantically for the cause of it. His head jerks up as a thundering roar rattles the trees around him. He turned his head, his eyes growing wide as a white maned lynel entered his field of vision.

It was safe to assume that the lynel was black blooded as well, and the sailor was in no position to even consider engaging it in battle. The only thing useful he had on him was a single, half empty healing potion that would do very little in this situation. The thought of making a tactical retreat to regroup with the others crosses his mind, but the idea is quickly discarded when he sees that the lynel has spotted him from its place across the field.

He can't outrun it.

It knows that he can't.

So it charges.

Wind thinks he can hear the distant shout of one of the others. He makes an attempt to call for them, opening his mouth to yell—   that's when he hears it. A strange whistling, high pitched and piercing, echoing through the air and in his eardrums. It was unlike anything he's ever heard before, and his mind still riddled with adrenaline shook itself for a possible answer. Although, the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize… that……….

…was it getting louder?

The sound distracts him to the point where he almost forgets about the lynel galloping towards him rapidly. He can feel its heavy footsteps shake the ground as it gets closer and closer. The beast is more than halfway across the field when it happens.

A speeding ball of violet blue fire comes out of nowhere and hits the lion centaur straight in the chest point blank. The impact knocked it to the ground, and he thinks he can see its black blood splatter across the grass. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the monster had sustained an irreparable amount of damage (a polite way of saying that its top half of its body was definitely in pieces).

He feels his namesake blow past him, a blur of white entering his field of vision as it lands just mere feet away from him.

It's big, noticeably bigger than Epona, with a lithe and lean body shape. Its features were surprisingly round and soft from what he could see, and it was coated in white scales that shimmered with blue, purple, and pink undertones. Its wings were noticeably larger in comparison to the rest of its body, and its tail was adorned with fins shaped sort of like fairy wings. It almost looked like it was…

…like it was a dragon.

Its body was crouched in front of him, its back arched into a defensive posture with its wings raised to make itself look bigger. He couldn't see its face, but he could hear it snarl. It was most likely looking at the body of the lynel it had just blasted to hell and back.

He peered over at the lynel's body, or what was left of it really, to see it crumble and dissipate into smokey red embers before fading completely. The dragon relaxes as it folds up its wings, its head raising up and allowing Wind to see two round ears perk as it scans its surroundings, though he could also see that there were also two smaller nubs beneath them. Its gaze soon fell on the young hero, causing it to let out a soft warbling purr.

He wasn't expecting to see such non-threatening features on a mythical creature that had just taken out a lynel in one attack only moments ago. Now that he had a much clearer view of the dragon, it looked less like a dangerous beast of ire and flame and more like a scaly marshmallow that someone had dumped an entire box of glitter on.

Lavender hues eyed him curiously, once hostile slits rounding out to more passive ovals. He could see two separate leather strings decorated with various charms and precious stones hanging around its neck. A black armband with silver ornaments was secured along its upper right arm, the ornament itself shaped like a four pointed star.

It squinted its eyes for a moment, before leaning its head forward to sniff at him from a distance. Wind wasn't sure what to do when it began to approach him, taking slow and careful side steps toward him. It stopped for a moment, and he saw its eyes staring at the blood stained sword in his dominant hand.

He could practically hear the lecture that he would definitely be getting for what he was about to do next, but had since decided that his curiosity of the result outweighed the certainty of consequence. He put his sword down, and took a good few steps away from it.

That seemed to be enough for it to continue its approach. Once it was right in front of him, it lowered its head with its ears flattened against its neck, as if to assure him that it meant no harm. He raised his left hand, the one that wasn't nearly as bloody as the other, and held it out to the dragon.

It tilted its head, sniffed, before leaning forward and rubbing its head against his hand.

Wind couldn't stop the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips, spreading out wider when it began to purr. He pressed the palm of his hand against the top of its head, marveling at the smooth feeling of its scales. He noted that it felt somewhat warm, and that its body was vibrating from the intensity of its purring.

He let out a shout of laughter when it suddenly pressed its whole body toward him, thankfully not on. It curled around him until the front half of its body was on one side and its tail on the other. It rolled onto its back, exposing the pale blue coloring going from its neck all the way down its chest and underbelly. Wind was more than willing to indulge the dragon and give it the pets it desired.

"You're way nicer about being pet than Wolfie is," he comments, scratching the dragon's belly. "You don't even growl or bite either!"

Wind hears the same whistling sound that the dragon had made previously, though this time it was brief and much more calm. He was about to turn to see what it was before he was distracted by a wet and slimy tongue dragging itself across his cheek. His expression morphs into one of disgust as he reaches up to wipe off the dragon's admittedly very sticky and thick saliva with his arm. Though it's clear that he isn't actually that mad about it, judging from the smile that was still present on his face.

"Lux, there you are! Why did you…."

He freezes, standing up straighter at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

"What have I told you about personal space!" He turns to the owner of such. "Shoo, off! Dårlig drage, skam!"

The white dragon, whose name he now knew to be Lux, cooed softly in apology. It rolled back onto its feet, nuzzling Wind's shoulder one last time before darting toward the newcomer with its head ducked down. It cooed and warbled at them once they had dismounted the black dragon they had arrived on.

Wait, black dragon?

His expression changed into one of shock and realization.

The warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by dragons of black and white.

He looked the person over, and sure enough he spotted a wolf mask with its face twisted into a threatening snarl attached to one of their belts. They wore a fur cloak around their shoulders and a pair of dragon fang earrings. From what he can see of their arms, he spotted a myriad of tattoos depicting swirls of dragons painted across their skin.

The black dragon, who was also glaring at Lux trying to suck up to the stranger, was noticeably bigger in size. The ears along its head were much longer and in great numbers. There were shark fin shaped dorsal plates running a line down the length of its spine that became increasingly smaller as it trailed to the end of its long tail. Speaking of, its tail also seemed to have that set of fins on either side, though they were sharper looking than the other dragon's in comparison.

Well, he might be forgiven for petting the dragon now that he's found who the group has been looking for.

Speaking of whom, he saw them looking towards him after scolding the white dragon.

"I'm sorry about Lux, she doesn't exactly understand the concept of respecting people's personal bubbles," they said to him "Did she hurt you at all? I know she likes to lean, but I don't think she realizes that she weighs nearly a ton."

Wind blinks, taking a few moments to register the question before he shakes his head. "No, she saved me actually," he replied with a smile. "It-  uh, she absolutely destroyed that lynel earlier!"

The stranger's brows raised up in surprise, their gaze turning to Lux. "So that's why you suddenly disappeared. If you want to dive into battle, at least tell us first. We can't keep doing this or else I'm going to get gray hairs before I even reach thirty."

Lux rumbled softly, nudging her rider with her nose. She received a pat, which she purred under.

"They're yours?" Wind decided to finally ask, recapturing the rider's attention.

"I guess you could say that," they answered, "They're my family, more like. Sisters that I never had."

So they were both female, he'd have to remember that. "The white one's name is Lux?"

Another nod of confirmation. "Her full name is Faeralux, Lux for short," the stranger then raised a hand to gently stroke their fingers across the black dragon's head. "And this is Rhae, which is short for Rhaeneir."

"Of course, my name is Y/N," they added. "Might I know the name of the boy my overly affectionate Light Fury saved from peril?"

"My name is Link! But I'm going by Wind right now," he answers, biting his tongue on the reason why he's going by the name Wind.

Thankfully Y/N doesn't question it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Wind. Thank you for tolerating Lux's affection, and not attacking her."

It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would attack Lux, yet even if she's a dragon, she doesn't look or act like any he's ever seen. Granted, he only really has Valoo for reference on that front, but his point still stands.

He opens his mouth to ask another question when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Wind?!"

"Sailor, where are you?!!"

The trio of dragons and dragon rider all perk up to the voices. Y/N turns to him and speaks, "Is that your flock?"

Wind nods, and Y/N turns toward Lux. "I'm staying with you from here on out. I don't need you to get any more ideas about diving without saying anything."

The white dragoness coos softly at her rider's decision before leaning down for Y/N to hop on. Yet before they could, Wind interrupts the action.

"Wait!" Y/N turns to look at him questioningly. "Me and my group were looking for you actually, so if you wouldn't mind, could you stay here until they come?"

The black dragon, Rhae, narrows her eyes scrutinizingly at the sailor, causing him to shrink the slightest bit under her gaze. Y/N waves a dismissive hand to get the Night Fury to let up.

"Are they as friendly as you?" the rider asks him. "Because if they're not and are prone to the 'attack first ask questions later' instinct, I don't need them trying to kill me or my dragons."

"I promise they won't, not if I tell them that you're safe," Wind says, gazing at them hopefully. "Please?"

Rhae remains unconvinced, but she sees Y/N's resolve start to bow at the sight of the sailor's look. She grumbles lowly, her expression morphing into a look that said, Are you seriously going to bend that quickly to some random hatchling's pleading eyes??

The Night Fury gave her rider a flat look when the answer was yes, as told by the sigh of resignation Y/N breathed out. 

You're weak, Rhae warbled.

Y/N's only reply was a halfhearted swat in the general direction of Rhae's face, an attempted hit that was nowhere near making contact. It was the rider's way of saying that they didn't need her judgment right now.

"Fine, I'm choosing to trust you on this one. Don't make me regret it," Y/N says, dismissing the little mental talk that they just had with Rhae. The rider turned, to which something shiny was seen in their peripheral vision. "If that sword is yours, best you pick it up so your flock doesn't assume I disarmed and cornered you. Gods know I don't need a repeat of that problem."

Wind nods and goes to retrieve his weapon he dropped in favor of coaxing Lux toward him. Y/N hummed, perking up when they heard the bushes rustle and a mop of blonde hair emerge.

"Wind?" Crystal blue eyes search the area frantically before they land on their target. "Wind!"

The boy, who had just sheathed his sword, called back to the other. "Warriors! Check out who I found!"

The captain's face displayed confusion, brows furrowing as his lips were parted just the slightest amount as he was stopped before he could speak. Wind points to his left, and Warriors follows where it goes and is gobsmacked by what, or rather, who he sees.

Y/N's arms were crossed as they were leaning on Lux, who was currently sitting down. They raised their hand momentarily to wave, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

Lux looked curious about the child's sibling, at least, they smelled like siblings to her.

Rhae was passive, not particularly interested or disinterested, merely there to witness.

It wasn't exactly the strangest ragtag group of individuals the captain has ever seen and believe him, he's seen his fair share. Though he would admit that this one was definitely in the top five.

Now to go tell the others about all of… this.

So much for a peaceful trip.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

A lil snippet of my favorite line from the fic I’m writing for that HTTYD Reader

Now that he had a much clearer view of the dragon, it looked less like a dangerous beast of ire and flame, and more like a scaly marshmallow that someone had dumped an entire box of glitter on.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Here's a funny lil idea I had with a Reader from HTTYD. I've sent the idea into the ask box of @cloudninetonine a while ago so you know. This is a gender neutral Reader that will be using they/them pronouns. It's not proofread so there might be a grammatical error here and there.

But otherwise, I hope you all enjoy!

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How Did We Get Here?

Well, this was a predicament and a half.

They stood in the midst of what appeared to be a forest, dense and flourishing with life. It was sunny and warm, making the rider's abundance of layers a bit too hot for their liking. Y/N shucked the bear skin cloak off and wrapped it around their waist, exposing their bare shoulders and accompanying tattoos. The top half of Y/N's body down to their knees was wrapped in navy blue clothing, accented by white and brown fur. Brightly colored fabrics also covered your midsection beneath the belts, carefully embroidered with silver thread.

A pair of dragon fang daggers gleamed at Y/N's sides, attached to the leather belt wrapped securely just above their waist. A myriad of pockets and pouches accompanied them, filled with a variety of things. A black mask carved from a large dragon scale depicting a wolven face was attached to another belt, curved fangs threatening to bite any hand that dared to come close. More leather strips were wrapped around their legs, securing their boots and holding yet even more pockets and sheathes for tools.

As Y/N took in more of their surroundings, the more confused they became. Weren't they just on a raider ship? At night? In the middle of the ocean?

A soft nose broke Y/N out of their thoughts, causing them to shift their gaze to meet worried lavender colored eyes.

Lux cooed, a gentle rumble reverberating throughout her whole chest in attempts to calm her rider's nerves. Her pupils were dilated to round ovals, showing that she was calm and friendly. She smiled without teeth-   literally, there were no teeth, only pink gums. It was endearing in an odd way.

Another noise caught Y/N's attention, a low growl that spoke of caution. They turned their head to see Rhae's hazel green eyes narrowed at her surroundings, her pupils contracted to wary slits. Her long ears were perked and her posture was stiff, she was on edge from the sudden change in scenery. Y/N couldn't blame her, it was all too sudden and too strange.

They revisited their memories of the event, for it was still fresh in their mind. Y/N was on a raider ship with their two dragons along with their mentor and her dragon. They were there to free the dragons trapped in cages. It was a simple mission that relied on stealth, something the trio specialized in.

They had freed the last one from its cage, encouraging it to flee and follow Valka and Cloudjumper to safety. They were about to follow, but… something happened.

Y/N laughed softly as the juvenile Deadly Nadder chittered, nuzzling them with its great snout. They gently pushed it away, scratching the side of its face before guiding it to the side of the ship and pointing to the horizon. There were silhouettes of other dragons flying off, the sound of their wing beats growing ever quieter the further they got.

Its pupils dilated and it spread its forest green wings, taking a few flaps to get itself off the ground and toward the others. They could see the figure of a Stormcutter in the distance, his rider atop his back and eyeing his surroundings for any stragglers.

Y/N lifted their mask slightly, cupping their hands around their mouth and blowing into them. A chirping whistle followed, the sound carrying through the air and to its intended target. The other masked rider tapped her dragon gently with her staff, signaling him to start flying off.

With no dragons left to be released, it was time for Y/N to leave as well. They clicked their tongue twice, calling for Rhae and Lux. The two bounded over with light footsteps, Lux being closest and dipping her body slightly for Y/N to hop onto her back.

Y/N looked toward Rhae, only to see the black dragoness standing tall with her ears up. A tell tale sign that danger was near.

The rider's hand ghosted over their dagger as they readied themself for a potential fight, Lux standing at her side with her teeth bared. Her snowy tail was curled protectively around her rider, and her wings were arched up and ready to take off at any moment.

There was silence for only a moment before an indiscernible figure lunged out from the darkness and toward the trio.

Rhae roared and placed herself between the shadow and her pack mates. She reared her body up, lurching her head forward to bite. The shadow dodged, swiping at the Night Fury's side and knocking her a good distance.

Lux let out a cry of outrage, opening her maw up wide as a familiar gas filled the back of her throat. Just as quickly as it happened, a plasma blast erupted from her jaws and straight toward her foe. It barely misses the shadow as it dodges the blast, hardly slowly down as it lunges toward the two of them.

Y/N could have sworn they heard something behind them and Lux, but they didn't have the time nor the thought to look when the shadow launched itself toward them. They hear a roar, turning their head to see that Rhae had gotten back up and was running toward them. She tackles the shadow as it tackles Y/N and their Light Fury.

The rider's vision faded to swirls of crimson and ebony.

….and then they woke up.

Right, that's how they got here. They were attacked and whatever was behind them must have been how they ended up here.

Y/N was never sure that something as broad a concept as magic existed. Hell, some of the dragons they've met could be described as magical. The world was vast and held more secrets than it ever did people. So they wouldn't rule it out as an improbability, no matter how outlandish it may have seemed.

Y/N sang out a soft kuln, garnering Rhae's attention as her eyes rounded out to smooth rectangles. They motioned the dragon closer and carefully pet Rhae's great head. The black dragon rumbled softly, calming down considerably.

"I think, for our first order of business…"

Y/N rubbed Lux's head when she nudged them to be pet as well.

"Is that we should find out where we've ended up."

All they needed to hear were their rumbles of agreement before mounting Rhae, and beginning their search.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

These are some of my depictions of the Pokémon Reader's team that I've sent in to @luimagines blog. In this set, we've got Priscilla the shiny Purugly, Pebble the Mudsdale, and Luna the Flaaffy.

These Are Some Of My Depictions Of The Pokmon Reader's Team That I've Sent In To @luimagines Blog. In
These Are Some Of My Depictions Of The Pokmon Reader's Team That I've Sent In To @luimagines Blog. In
These Are Some Of My Depictions Of The Pokmon Reader's Team That I've Sent In To @luimagines Blog. In

More will be coming at some point probably.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

lost4pandora
2 years ago

Thanks to my Pokémon Scarlet kick, I suddenly remember flooding @\luimagines ask box at one point with Pokémon content in which a Reader from the Pokémon world is accidentally dragged into Hyrule because the shadow is being a nuisance. So now, I'm going to give yall information about the team that they had that I told that blog about along with a brand new member that I decided to add because I could. There will be seven Pokémon in the Reader's team in total.

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Purugly: Tiger Cat Pokémon | Priscilla | Female | Shiny

Type: Normal

Ability: Defiant

Moveset: Fake Out, Hone Claws, Slash, Shadow Claw

Nature: Adamant

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Flaaffy: Wool Pokémon | Luna | Female

Type: Electric

Ability: Static

Moveset: Cotton Guard, Thunderbolt, Signal Beam, Power Gem

Nature: Quiet

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Swablu: Cotton Bird Pokémon | Derby | Male

Type: Normal/Flying

Ability: Natural Cure

Moveset: Safeguard, Swift, Dragon Breath, Sing

Nature: Docile

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Growlithe: Scout Pokémon | Komi | Male | Hisuian Variant

Type: Fire/Rock

Ability: Flash Fire

Moveset: Flame Wheel, Thunder Fang, Roar, Dig

Nature: Naive

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Dewott: Discipline Pokémon | Lapis | Male

Type: Water

Ability: Shell Armor

Moveset: X-Scissor, Razor Shell, Ice Beam, Swords Dance

Nature: Lonely

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Mudsdale: Draft Horse Pokémon | Pebble | Female

Type: Ground

Ability: Own Tempo

Moveset: Heavy Slam, High Horsepower, Iron Defense, Counter

Nature: Relaxed

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Latias: Eon Pokémon | Astra | Genderless

Type: Dragon/Psychic

Ability: Levitate

Moveset: Mist Ball, Recover, Dragon Pulse, Heal Pulse

Nature: Modest

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Drawings of each member are coming soon because I'm on a roll here.

Also keep in mind that this was mostly decided some time after Legends: Arceus came out and just before Brilliant Diamond/Shining Pearl was released. So there wasn't anything in mind that came from the new Scarlet/Violet games in the initial concepts.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

I did it. I've made the PMDsona. I is a Riolu. I haven't decided who my partner would be though but I'll get to it eventually.

I Did It. I've Made The PMDsona. I Is A Riolu. I Haven't Decided Who My Partner Would Be Though But I'll

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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Just saw many good Pokémon things on @/endivinity's blog to include Pokémon Mystery Dungeon ocs. The urge to draw my own grows and I'm in the process of doing so. My Pokémon phase is coming back full force. I blame Scarlet for being such a good game and my friends for dragging me back in by the ankles.

@delomaniaofficial This is in fact all your fault /hj


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Finished the main/post story Pokémon Scarlet and I now have the incessant urge to mash my Pokémon brainrot into Linked Universe.

So I might be posting about that later.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Now I gotta make content for this too. Stop giving me ideas I haven't even finished the other ones you madman.

Being on the run does something for one's psyche. Punishing and slow, it burns away at the spirit until the only remaining this is anxiety and paranoia- of the known, of the unknown, at this point you were afraid of your own Shadow. (And for good reason, after all)

Even with her, the Master Sword strapped securely to your back, you knew you weren't entirely safe, you knew they followed you knew they were hunting you but there was only so kich you could do.

You were a lone person, with only the basics of sword play, scraped from the bottom of the barrel of knowledge and it chilled you to the bone that any move you made could really end to your last breath.

Strayed from life, you found comfort in more secluded areas- the hollowed bases of trees, hidden pockets behind falls of water, the darkest corners of caves. Funny really, places you once grew to fear being your only solace in these times.

Until now that is, laid out within a tiny cave carved in some unknown mountain, just on the verge of sleep after so many days of it evading you-

"Uh, I think I may have found a dead body."

A small kick was laid upon your boot, jostling your exhausted body and sending you leaping into a sitting position within a second, wide eyes focusing on the person who had jumped in a similar fashion, their eyes staring back at you in shock.

Red hair, dark skin, golden yellow eyes-

Ganondorf Dragmire looked down at you with his intimidating near 8ft stature, very much alive and very much real as you laid there, frozen.

A scream echoed through the cave, one you didn't register as your own until it felt as if you were tearing your own throat, clawing back away from the man until your back made harsh contact with the wall behind you.

Ganondorf had stumbled back in horror at your terrified wail, flinching at the intensity but you didn't stop, no, your voice only rose when you heard the sound of multiple footsteps approaching, your hand falling to the Fi sheathed under your cloak beside you and tearing her from her protector, presenting it towards Hyrule's greatest villain.

Eyes hardened at the sight, his hand falling to his own sword hanging from his hip only for another man's voice, muffled from your hysteria but resulting in Ganondorf's deflation. His body distanced itself slowly, a gap growing between the two of you until you finally felt your voice stop, pants still crazed in hyperventilation from pure terror.

When the other voice appeared, carefully waddling around the wall of the wave conventially placed in view of the mouth of the cave, an illusion to those not looking carefully. Your mouth could only manage even more petrified gasps and hiccups, scrambling back into the cave wall in hopes it would swallow you whole and free you from the sight of another Ganondorf rounding the corner.

There were more of them?!

He looked older than the other, an elder man gifted with a great beard that framed his face, eyes staring down at you kinder compared to the other (A trick) His hands were raised as he approached.

"Hello young-" He eyed Fi carefully "Hero"

You didn't correct him, hos wariness of the sword could have possibly been the only thing keeping you alive this long. (Even though she rattled with your jitters, after all you held no courage, that was why you ran)

"I assume from your fear that you know our names- and, unfortunately, you associate them with malice." He talked as if he had said the phrase thousands of times, like it was scripted, not forcefully but definitely something he was used to saying. "I assure you, young hero, you have no quarrel with you."

The other Ganon just stared,watching the scene quietly with his arms crossed over his chest- Though he did glance to his side occasionally, eyes pulling into a glare flat made you nervous.

Was there more?

"Me and my party wish to seek shelter in your cave to avoid the oncoming storm." He kneeled down to your height, not invading your space, but to shave away some of the intimidation that came with his Gerudo size. "We promise not to disturb you, we will keep our distance- may we please stay?"

Options weighed in your mind, too many outcomes that you proffered not to think about beating at your skull and making your head pound in such a sickening way.

Why was he asking? Why was he being...polite? This couldn't have been Ganondorf, Prince of the Darkness it just wasn't possible. A trick? A ruse? But surely the man couldn't keep up such a thing?

Unless...it wasn't?

Your mind reeled back to a familiar set of faces, cloaked in lies and deceit, if they weren't truly what they said they were...

We're these the men who were destined to defeat them?

....The true Heroes?

You were still shaking, the adrenaline was really a drug and not one you had grown fond of as of recently, body still in a state of alarm as you shakily brought down the sword and curled deeper into your dark corner.

The nod you managed was hesitant, heavily so but it was clear enough to bring an understanding smile to the old man's face while he stood, small laboured groan falling from his mouth before he sighed as he popped in back into place.

"Thank you, young hero." The old Ganon gestured to the younger one, a beckon as he waddled away towards the light behind your cave wall, the sound of crackling fire quiet but there. "Come now."

With a last lingering look, the younger Ganon disappeared alongside the other to join his, what you guessed, small group.

You stayed in your little corner, huddled with Fi close to your chest as you finally relaxed. Your hiccups faded, your breath slowed, but your body still shivered occasionally.

Truth to his word, no one disturbed you for the time you stayed awake, only the fire was any real indication they were still there and sift chatter that was incomprehensible thanks to the pounding rain outside. But to be honest you didn't want to know, you didn't care to know, just let your body succumb to exhaustion and darkness fade your vision finally.

You awoke to a bowl sat by your feet.

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New au just dropped

Well, not completely new, discord baddies you know what time it is.

Mess au let's go


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

FFXIV Shadowbringers spoilers! Beware when reading.

After finishing the main story of Shadowbringers and finding out the Exarch is G'raha Tia, it reminded me of something.

So like, after finishing the Crystal Tower questline and G'raha has sealed himself in the tower, everyone just kind of went their own ways and I was left thinking... he came from Sharlayan to investigate the tower because there was Allagan technology involved and he's an archon who specializes in it. From my understanding so far, archons are basically people who are just really very smart in their chosen field of study and there's like less then a dozen archons that we know of.

So I'm kind of wondering who's gonna tell Sharlayan that G'raha Tia... isn't coming back.

Because I'm assuming that they'd be expecting him back at some point, and they don't realize that he's not. Does anyone know about the aftermath to that or do we just never address it. I need answers.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

I've been playing the new Pokémon game and I decided to dooble the funny motorcycle dragon. I gave him more pawb and digitigrade legs because my brain said to.

I've Been Playing The New Pokmon Game And I Decided To Dooble The Funny Motorcycle Dragon. I Gave Him
I've Been Playing The New Pokmon Game And I Decided To Dooble The Funny Motorcycle Dragon. I Gave Him

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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Posting another fic, same concept with the Lucario but a human and they're gonna rescue First because I said so. This is kinda more of an oc insert type of deal because writing X Readers is much harder than it looks. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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See This Link Right Here? Yeah This Is Mine Now

Frail. Weak. Despondent.

An energy unbefitting of one who should be free.

That's what you thought.

You were chased by the enemy into yet another portal, confused by sudden screams and shouts, the blur of different auras zooming across your vision. Before you knew it, you had been launched to a different place via the mystic swirl of crimson and ebony. And now you stand before a castle, so tall did its walls of stone loom over you, casting a long and dark shadow as the sun moves slowly across the sky.

You never truly liked castles, you didn't like how cold they felt. How it restrained the free, repressed the wild, ridiculed the wayward. It was just a prison, to you. Harsh and unforgiving.

So when you felt such a helpless aura from beneath the icy stone, you couldn't help but follow it. The closer you drew towards it, the more familiar it felt. It was as if you knew this soul yet didn't, a sense of deja vu in some sense. Buried underneath the despair and weakness, this soul burned with courage, armed with a mettle not seen in many.

That's when it registered in your mind. It felt like your friends, the heroes that have guarded Hyrule for centuries to millennia. Knowing this, it only fueled you to want to find the hero faster. You must.

So quietly did you sneak through the cracks in the castle's walls, so swiftly did you pass the guards who were none the wiser to the intruder that slipped past their defenses. Silent and agile, hiding in the shades of the privileged and the foolish. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for.

A thin and fragile body, wrists held up by shackles of steel as the man hung limp. One would think him dead if not for the shallow and slow breaths he took. His ankles were shackled as well, bare feet standing amongst a cobblestone floor soaked in water and mildew. He wore a green tunic that had seen better days, the fabric ripped in various places, exposing parts of his belly and ribs, skin a sickly pale as his bones showed through thin flesh. His pants fared no better, one leg half torn and the other ripped partially at the hem.

The poor soul had been here a while, the scent of emaciation becoming abundantly clear. You didn't hesitate to pull the hairpin out of your hair, placing the end of it into the cell door lock and twisting it. The mechanism clicked, and you pushed the door open, the hinges nearly screeching in outrage as metal scraped against metal.

The man didn't look up, but did seem noticeably more exhausted, if that were even possible. You slowly approached, equally bare feet stepping across the damp floor. A set of feathers and charms adorned your left ankle, held by a string of leather, the edges dragging across the ground where you walked. You peered below the man's downcast face, blonde bangs obscuring his face from your sight.

You raised your hand up, placing it on the man's cheek. He raised his head, feeling a warmth he hasn't experienced before and the coolness of the silver rings on your fingers. Cold blue eyes met a mask of white, depicting a jackal with lavender and rose gold.

Your mouth hung open slightly in shock, and you wasted no time moving your hands down to the shackles around his ankles and channeled a substantial amount of power into the metal. The metal gleamed with blue cracks before it burst in a flash of light and fell away, the shards ringing as they hit the ground. You did this to the ones around his wrists as well, preparing for when he inevitably fell forward and into your awaiting arms.

You readjusted his body so that his back leaned against one of your arms, moving down to hook your other arm underneath his knees and lifted him up into your embrace. You could feel his bones through his tattered clothing, finding you were both furious and alarmed at how light the man was. You were quick to leave the moldy cell, quietly padding through the hallowed halls of the dungeon as you secure your escape route.

Nobody knew you had taken the prisoner, and they wouldn't until the next guard rotation to feed him. You internally smiled at how outraged they would be when they would find their prisoner gone. But right now you were focused on something else. You were focused on him.

The man hadn't moved much since you took him out of the cell, though that was to be expected. You had no idea how long they kept him locked up, but he was very weak, hence why you needed to carry him.

But once did you notice him blearily open his eyes to look up at the sky, the passing trees, and then you. An assuring smile found its way on your lips, as you looked down at him through the white jackal mask you had on.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I'll take care of you."

And his eyes closed once more, leaning his head on your chest as he was lulled into a dreamless sleep.

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Link woke up to fresh air and soft bedding.

He could hardly move without feeling some sort of pain, his body was too sore to do so. It didn't stop him however, from sitting up to try and examine his surroundings. That's when he felt it, the bandages wrapped around his limbs and body, the subtle scent of a medicinal salve rubbed into his wounds and the tender scarring around his wrists and ankles.

When he finally got the chance to look around, he could see that the sun had begun its descent below the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful shades of tangerine and heliotrope. He was hidden in a small grotto of sorts, if the stone hanging over his head was anything to go by. The ground was covered in moss and grass alike, though he himself sat among a soft fur pelt. Draped over his shoulders was a large coat, white in color whilst the inside was lined with velvety fur.

A fire crackled and burned some feet away from him, close enough to keep him warm but far enough so the embers wouldn't sear his already fragile skin. In a wooden bowl before him was a small loaf of bread and warm food, the scent of cooked beef and potatoes flooding his nose and making his mouth water. He wanted to reach out to take it, but hesitated.

No, this was another dream again, wasn't it? Link would get those every once in a while. He'd dream that he was finally out of that dingy cell below the castle and could wander the world once more.

Link shook his head, and gingerly wrapped his trembling hands around the bowl, savoring the warmth that emanated from the wood. He plucked out the loaf and took a slow bite, tearing a chunk off and started chewing. Sweet, the bread was sweet. It's been so long since he's tasted anything even remotely sweet.

He bit into the beef next, soaking his tongue in the flavor it had. The potatoes had the same amount of taste to it, and Link swore he could almost cry. If this was truly a dream, then he wanted it to last for as long as he could manage it. The feeling was too nice to let go of so quickly.

"Sweet astrals, if I didn't make that myself I would've thought that you were eating Wild's cooking."

Link's head snapped toward the origin of the mysterious, smooth voice. He was met with bicolored eyes of silver and umber, gazing at him in amusement. Snowy curls bellowed around the newcomer's head, spilling over their shoulders and back like clouds rolling across the sky. A few braids here, some feathers and charms there, but what caught Link's eye was the white jackal mask that hung from the side of the belt on their hip.

"It's you…!"

He flinched at the sound of his own voice, hoarse from years without use. The stranger's smile never faltered though, they tilted their head at him.

"Hello there, my name is Compass," they introduced, before adding. "Well, it's not actually, but it's what my friends of the minute have taken to calling me."

They continued to speak. "And if you hadn't already guessed, I'm the one who got you out of that moonblasted cell they had you in."

So you were the one who rescued him. The soothing voice assuring him he was safe, the tranquil energy that made him feel so very warm. You saved him.

"Your name is Link, right?"

He slowly nodded his head, not really questioning how this stranger knew his name. He moved to sit up more as the coat over his shoulders shifted forward and covered his thin frame.

Compass hummed and pressed their forefinger and thumb against their chin thoughtfully, propping their elbow against their other arm tucked underneath their chest. They looked like they were trying to decide something, their eyes closed in contemplation. They seemed somewhat troubled, over what he didn't know.

"Well, I know we just met and all, but I don't really like the idea of leaving you alone, especially in your current state," Compass said. "It also doesn't help that the situation I'm about to explain to you is going to make me sound like I've gone off the deep end. So, please, if I'm ever going to ask something of you, it's going to be that you bear with me?"

And he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

Look at my funny beast gal holding what I would best describe as a stinky baby

Stinky Man 0.2 Seconds Before He's Slam-dunked Into A Bathtub

stinky man 0.2 seconds before he's slam-dunked into a bathtub

commissioned by @lost4pandora tysm!!


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lost4pandora
2 years ago
Welcome To An Episode Of "Another Oc Out Of The 20 Pound Binder Pandora Has". Today Featuring A Relatively

Welcome to an episode of "Another oc out of the 20 pound binder Pandora has". Today featuring a relatively new addition: Huntress!

She's very neat in the sense that she's half wyverian, and in my headcanon took the place of the mc in Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin. She also named Razewing Rathalos "Piyo" because it was better than just calling him Ratha. You gotta be able to tell apart your special Rathalos.

I may elaborate on her more later when I post another doodle of her.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago

This is something I wrote a while ago and was previously posted in a private server. The gist of it is if Player was basically a Lucario. That's it. That's the story. It's also written in the second person because my brain said to.

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In Which You Have Four Different Panic Attacks For The Same Reason

A search and maybe rescue mission, that's all this was. If only you knew how much more difficult it would be.

Four had headed into a dungeon alone some time ago, since it was his Hyrule and it would be best if he went in to check it out. You weren't sure why Time agreed to let him go on his own, but you supposed you shouldn't be too worried. As small as he was, he packed quite the punch.

But he had been gone for over six hours, dungeons took maybe two at most depending at what pace you set yourself at. But even then, it shouldn't take this long. So you were tasked to go look for him along with Wild.

You see, though your time with the Chain was short, you've proven yourself to be invaluable with your innate ability to track down any person or object. The Chain wasn't quite sure how you accomplished such a thing, but if they were to ask you where something or someone was, you'd almost be guaranteed to find it faster than any of them. You were a living compass, a pathfinder, the guiding North star. It definitely influenced the nickname they gave you, which was Compass.

They weren't wrong, but if only they knew how you truly achieved such a skill. Aura wasn't a power known to this world. It existed, yes, but the populace wasn't aware of the power it held and the concept that it could be used. It's a secret that you would rather keep to yourself, for the greed of men has killed many for power like this. Though perhaps you would one day tell it to your new friends. You knew they were good people at heart, despite what some might tell you.

Their auras were so unique, so distinct that it was no wonder that you were able to keep track of them so easily. Hell, you even managed to track down Wind who found himself on the other side of the Hebra Mountains. It was a good thing you did too, or else the poor boy would have likely froze to death. Time gave him a good scolding for it that day.

So that's why you were here. They figured if anyone could find Four, it would be you. You wouldn't lie, you were touched at how much faith they put in you for this. Though they were good natured, the world hadn't been as kind. It taught them not many could be trusted as that trust they gave had only hurt them in the end. So you swore you would do everything in your power to make their jobs and lives a little bit easier in whatever way you can.

You stepped into the dungeon, torch in hand and raised it high to give you some semblance of what you were looking at. Well, you could see fine, the torchlight was more for Wild, not that he knew that. Or anyone, for that matter.

The room was large, and the remnants of monsters hung in the air. Four had definitely been here, you could feel the lingering trails he left behind. You were wandering in, signaling Wild to follow. He nodded and trailed close, keeping watch for any leftover monsters or traps Four might have avoided or missed.

But then you stopped, staring blankly into space with your mouth slightly ajar.

You… you were feeling that, right?

You weren't crazy?

Because you swear that you could sense Four… in four different places.

Have you finally lost it? After all the adventure and becoming the fabled Guardian of Aura, is this really where you were going to dive off the deep end?

"-mpass. Compass! Hey!"

You snapped back into reality, blinking rapidly before locking eyes with Wild. He seemed worried, looking over you for any other problems.

"You zoned out worse than I do. Are you okay? Do we need to go back?" Wild had asked, glancing over you worriedly.

You shook your head. "No, it's just… I don't know how to put it into words."

Wild seemed to look in understanding. "Don't try too hard, it won't do you any good."

You nudge his arm with your elbow as a friendly gesture, smiling awkwardly. "Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but um… there is something wrong."

"What is it?"

"I don't know where he is."

Wild blinked. You didn't know where Four was? And you were quick to add.

"I mean, I know he's in here, I can feel it in my gut. But I can't tell where, my mind just gets fuzzy and it feels like I have a-" you groan and raise up your hands to rub your temples, "-headache."

Oh, great, you have a headache. That's definitely helping you and Wild right now. You groaned and buried your face in your hands, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not being helpful," you said, looking over apologetically. "I don't know what's wrong…"

Wild shakes his head, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't be sorry, it might be the dungeon messing with you. I've seen it happen with the others sometimes."

You nodded and kept trekking on, determined to find Four despite the initial problems, so to speak. Wild didn't argue or protest, and simply stuck close to you as you walked the path deeper in. There weren't many traps, or monsters, it was a quiet journey to the end.

You perked up when you felt someone approach, turning to see the multi-colored tunic of a certain blacksmith. Sighing in relief, you and Wild jogged over to him, calling his name as he turned his attention toward the two of you.

"Wild? Compass? What are you two doing here?" Four had asked.

"You were gone for longer than expected, we got worried and came to look for you," you explained, nodding at him.

Wild hummed in agreement. "We got concerned when we entered and Compass couldn't seem to pick up on where you were."

Four's eyes widened a bit at that, looking over at you, who was rubbing your neck sheepishly. "Really? You couldn't find me?"

"It was really weird, I couldn't tell where you were," you admitted, "It's almost like… you were in multiple places at once? Oh, that sounds dumb, doesn't it?"

Unbeknownst to you, Four had paled just the slightest amount at the phrase, his eyes shifting through a specific set of colors before fading back to a soft honey brown. Though he was quick to shake it off at a moment's notice to avoid suspicion.

"That's odd, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, gingerly moving his hand up to adjust the green band on his forehead.

"I think I would be better if we left this dungeon. I'd like for this headache to not become a migraine," you answered, rolling the joints in your shoulders and neck. "I'm also guessing you made it to the end of the dungeon? Did you find anything worth your while?"

Four shrugged. "Just some rupees and an item or two. Nothing great but still useful."

Wild seemed content sitting back and letting you and Four speak, since he had other things on his mind. But decided to speak out, "We should head back, before the old man sends someone after us next."

You and Four nodded, motioning to head out of the dungeon from whence you came. Leaving you to think about what exactly happened, and you weren't going to let it go for a while.

Perhaps you could ask Wolfie for cuddles to get your mind off of it.


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lost4pandora
2 years ago
First Post On This Blog!

First post on this blog!


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