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@mallaacht
Indie Semi-Selective Ancient Galarian King/Poke OC RP Blog.
Written by KEI. 30+, they/she/he who is eternally tired.
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That worrying moment, when you realize that this holiday is based off of the story where you died and then came back.
The Multicoloured Gods of Death
During Mallacht's era Yveltal came in all sorts of colours. Each colour representing the kind of death that came to a person. They are listed as:
Indigo: The God of Death and Oblivion, this Yveltal came from those who lived an ordinary life and did nothing of note. A death that comes when they least expect it, in sleep, creeping up on you....
Violet: The God of Death and Ego, this Yveltal is personal. The madness that seeps into the mind, corrupts it. Makes them hallucinate and see things. Paranoia and suspicion. This is death of the self, because of the self.
Blue: The God of Death and Destruction, this Yveltal is just ruin incarnation. Anything it touches shall be destroyed. A lone flower shall wither; the love between a pair will suddenly grow cold; the light of day gives way to an empty star. Civilizations lost.
Green: The God of Death and Plagues, this Yveltal spreads sickness. New and old diseases come and go, but not a single person is ever truly healthy. The concept of aging was born from this Yveltal. Immortality taken from the moment of birth and allowing mortals to exist amongst the immortals.
Yellow: The God of Death and Famines, this Yveltal withers food. Makes it scarce. Causing hunger in those nearby, even when there is plenty. Real or artificial, food seems like it is never enough. Many die, while surrounded by bounty, starving themselves out of useless necessity.
Orange: The God of Death and Pestilence, this Yveltal brings with it swarms that will destroy all in their wake. Causing untold harm to everyone around. Working with the other deaths, pestilence is a relentless, harmful death that refuses to leave.
Red: The God of Death and War, this Yveltal heralds conflicts. Wrath, anger running rampant and peoples never seeing eye to eye. The world would be in constant battle wherever this Yveltal flies.
People were of course distrustful of Yveltal and hunted down the nests until extinction, until, in the end, one lone egg was saved, thus dooming the world at large to its ultimate fate of eternal conflict. Had humanity left well enough alone, they would have still needed to endure death, but it would have been in equal, fair amounts. But due to the hunting of divinity to selfishly stay themselves an awful fate, now they are doomed to war after war after war. Such was their choice and consequences of their actions.
"MY DEAREST NOT-HUSBAND, FATHER OF PIE! HI! Would you like to go outside to take a walk with me?"
"Will Pie be coming with us, or will this be a two fathers only walk?"
"If anyone is in need of dance lessons, I will happily hold a ballroom dance boot camp."
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“You’re kidding me, right?” She frowns, her hand coming up to cup the uncovered part of his face as she shuddered, fear wracking her body as she tried desperately to find some kind of- ANY kind of solution…
“Nonono… What happened? Like… We just take you to a doctor, yeah? They can fix it…” She stammers, and she’s unsure if Mallachts ever seen her this way.. So lost and confused, terrified and helpless… But what could she do? She was only human- a Human with a magical shield and not much else…
“Mal…” She wanted to cry, desperately, but the tears refused to come, there was only terror, clinging on to him in the only ways she could. “Oh, Sol…” She paused… Ah, so she could speak that much of his name, at least.
"...Rika..." His poor love, this must be quite the shock. He looked badly off, but in reality, he could handle it. He had to. It was his duty to keep this up for the rest of eternity.
He smiled and brought her hands to his lips to kiss, trying to bring her comfort in the midst of this circumstance.
"I have lived with this nearly all my life...fear not. It looks painful, but I am used to it. Worry not. I will not leave your side, until you pass first. And by then you will be old and grey, and we would have lived happily for quite some time by then..."
This is Mallacht's niece -- she definitely takes after her mom lol
That fridge realization when I have told people the only one who can kill Mallacht is the 'chosen hero' who happens to be Brenleigh, my protag of Sword/Shield. But no...NO, the reason why is because she's also a demi-god through being Lunaerie's DAUGHTER, Mallacht's NIECE, thereby making her a DEMIGOD. And my lore is only gods can kill other gods and I am OOOOOOOF.
Welp, guess poor Bren is gonna haveta murder her uncle. RIP THIS FAMILY.
The safe sex association says: please remember that anytime you talk to your bottom, the conversation will be recorded for future training. thank you and stay safe!
Er....
Confusion coloured the king's face as they tried to understand what this message went.
So, in theory, if they spoke to their rear end, all speech would be recorded? For training purposes? How? Was this a modern thing, like the Rotomphones? Will it be the Rotomphone doing the work of recording every single word uttered at their butt?
Modern times are so strange and beyond their comprehension at times.
“Mal? I got some of the wedding dress concepts back from the tailor, what’re you-?”
A paise, and she nearly drops the manilla folder she had in her hands, slamming it down on the nearest surface as she rushed to his side. “What in the world happened?! Did someone attack you?! Gods I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone…!!”
"Ah--"
He hadn't expected her to come home soon soon and react like that. There was a hope that she would take it in stride, but of course she would be concerned. In this modern age, showing up with injuries was not normal as it was 20000 years ago. Not that he would, the gods rarely ever sustained long termed wounds. That's why both he and his sister laughed at the idea of being sacrificed--
Thinking on that moment, he grimaced in pain.
Ah, this accursed malice. If only...if only...
He gave his beloved a soft, watery smile.
Gently, he took her hands, wanting her to take a breath and calm herself before he explained the situation.
"You know I am sick, my dear....this is...merely a consequence of that."
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Ah, it's gotten worse.
They had to cover half their face with their hair now, because the malice had spread further beyond what could be hidden by clothes. Soon, they wouldn't even be able to be out and about without hurting someone.
It was...so hard. Holding it all back. Holding back this curse from humanity. Just...what were they to do?
For now they would hide it with their hair...and wear a mask or bandages if need be. Yes, bandages would be less inconspicuous. Nobody would say anything if they explained it as an injury...
Right now they were finishing up wrapping half their face up with bandages that would be clear to view around the rest of their head. The last detail was flattening some of their bangs over that spot.
Guess this means Rika can try at both kings--
That feel when your man can level a whole kingdom, destroy all of existence, can run a whole nation, but is crap at using modern technology.
A reminder that Mallacht travels EVERYWHERE with a parasol EVEN INDOORS. And this is so people don't see their body drawing in light and dark aura showing up whenever their body is exposed to direct light. Their body eats every kind of energy, light, electricity, LIFE. This is why they try to avoid prolonged contact, in case people or Pokemon get hurt.
He's handed a rather ornate box filled with Luvdisc shaped chocolates, decorated with.. .a rather unsteady hand, all things considered, but she tried her best. "Hey, I love you... I know they're a little messy but... Happy valentines."
He smiled at all the little heart shaped chocolates made just for him. He had no idea what in the world as Luvdisc was, but he knew Rika would patiently explain it to him if he asked. Ah, his precious, darling Rika. How his ancient heart beat for her so...
Her hand is taken in his and he kissed her knuckles softly, murmuring his thanks.
One was popped immediately into his mouth to be enjoyed, the confection melting on his tongue with an initial sting of sweetness, before the telltale bitterness of coca mellowed that out. There was uncertainty in her eyes, so best to eat at least one before her eyes.
"It's delicious, Dear Heart."
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"Roses are red,
I can't fucking wait for spring,
WELL, until then,
Here's some chocolate for the king!"
Was...was this some sort of new ritual? A way of speech for those from Paldea? No they had spoken with some of the locals already and no one else spoke as such to them. So then, why...?
Oh, well, it came with a gift. Surely, this was an important way of greeting someone, so they had to compose something quickly!
"Strangers though we are, Your kindness by far, Is appreciated as a gift. My spirit thus gained lift. Thank you so much, young man. I will repay it when I can."
"NOT-HUSBAND! HI! What do you think about Luvdiscs? Do you like them? Do you like or dislike the shiny ones, or are you indifferent? Would you ever add one to your team?"
"Good morrow, designated Not-Husband," Mallacht greeted amicably with a gentle smile. They twirled their parasol, thinking about their answer as they tried to divine what Emmet was talking about. They were unsure whether or not Luvdisc even existed as far back as 20000 years ago, but the king was able to make some assumptions.
"Is it...a disc shaped Pokemon that involves love?" Nailed it. "My apologies, Emmet, I am unfamiliar as to what they are...could you show me? In Galar our traditions involving love are tied to a local dragon type, Applin."
