#human!verse

@heimskringlas | FROM

taking the clothes from loki, dark tosses his newfound hair to the side. then tosses again, and again, now wearing a frown as frustration takes over. dark clearly isn't used to having hair, or a fully formed body in the first place. the rest of the body is easy enough to navigate, since dark had ALREADY possessed those components before. all had been invisible to the naked eye, however.

it's the hair that's tripping him up the most. upon picking out his appearance, dark had figured long red hair would look amazing. it's amazing in theory, far more obnoxious in reality. wisps keep flying into his face, and the way it falls against the back of his neck is uncomfortable, making him far too aware that there's pressure where there hadn't been before.

grabbing a handful of his hair, dark tugs roughly, trying to stave off a sensory attack. it's almost tempting to rip it out, but he can refrain from that much. instead, he's glaring at loki, as though all this is entirely the god's fault that dark has to deal with the concept of hair for the first time.

"what do you people do with this?" dark snaps, holding a handful out. "how do i keep it from flying all over the place?" reluctantly, he lets it slide from his grasp as he moves to put the clothes on. they are far less obnoxious to deal with than the hair, though there's still a mild sense of discomfort in this area too. being forced to cover himself up for the first time is only a mild setback he can handle; the clothes at least are removable.

following loki into his room, dark makes final adjustments to the outfit. he'd like a shirt to complete the outfit, but as far as style goes, he really can't ask for anything better. loki had certainly delivered on dark's request, even if it is a temporary outfit. dark keeps grabbing at his hair the entire time.

"why does hair even have to be a thing?" dark grumbles. "i feel my intelligence withering away by the second because it's touching my neck." it's a touch overdramatic, though he'd prefer being overdramatic to having an actual meltdown. if loki can provide clothes, surely loki can help him fix his hair without completely removing it.

Because Briarstar hated interacting with him she would sit him in front of the TV for hours while she just left the house to do anything but be a mother.

His favorite shows when he was a little kid were Looney Tunes cartoons but he adored musicals and Disney movies.

[open to: m/nb — bestfriend/ex partner]

Solanine was having problems with his current partner and realized that this wasn’t what he wanted, from the constant fights and being verbally abused,..sometimes physically—he had enough and couldn’t help but miss what he had with his ex (your muse). They were perfect together, always happy but Sol made the dumbest mistake by leaving them for this..this horrid person whom he’s been stuck with for over a year now. After running away from a night of being beat , he finds himself at the doorstep of his bestfriends home.—..whom was also his ex.

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Solanine sat there in the corner of his living room shaking, hyperventilating and just wishing he had a chance to escape. He looked up at the window and the at the door, it was quiet in his home and that could only mean that his boyfriend had finally fallen asleep.

This was his chance.

Solanine ran to his room and grabbed a small backpack, shoved some clothes and a few important things he needed for now. If he was brave enough he’d come back for the rest of it—the long haired blonde now was slipping out the door and getting into his car before quickly driving off.

Sol didn’t really think in this moment, his eyes were clouded by tears and his body aches form the beating he had gotten earlier, even the bruising around his left eye was getting dark. “Fuck....fuck, fuck!” He screamed as he hit the steering-wheel. Solanine wasn’t sure where to go, he felt so helpless and could only think of one person..but would they even help, he knew they were bestfriends still but..they were ex partners.

Sol let out a heavy sigh before driving to the house, he parked out front and rushed to the door before knocking frantically. “Please be home, please be home..!”

I did it as well. Late, but here I am. It is mainly for the human verse as she is (slightly) different in the other verses. But close enough? Perhaps apart from her royal verse as royal!Nun is much more independent.

After the events with Xerneas, his daughter had gotten sick, so of course he had gone to get her. He wouldn’t fly her over, but he had Meteor carry her while he transported them with the porter back to the cabins.

There he, along with his wife, had seen to their daughter and made sure she would be fine.

Then came the eve of Christmas, and Joseph had naturally prepared gifts, as well as the others, though Juno said that his wasn’t ready yet for N. Whatever it was, Juno had looked excited and he had apologized to N for the delay on his part.

Either way, from Joseph the boys had gotten new clothes, something that fit their styles, as well as new Pokeball belts which he had bought, coats and shirts, as well as some jeans. Clothes were important after all.

For Gladion he had purchased a new Z ring. It shone a gunmetal gray with obsidian gems at the corners. Yes, he had splurged a little. He hoped that Gladion liked it. It was supposed to be very comfortable to wear as well. He had seen his old one had gone a little raggedy.

For Night he had thought of heavily, and he gave him a defensive charm. It would create a shield around him for a little while, maybe just around a minute. It was a charm that used up a lot of power, but it would help him escape if he ever needed too. Or to get an edge on his opponent. It was there for him as a just in case if he ever got into trouble again.

For N, he had bought him certain items from his own home. Certain conditioners and grooming tools for thick pelts and furs. Since he knew Kianga’s secret, he thought it wise to give him something that would help with certain annoying problems. It even had something that would help sharpen claws, if he was so inclined to use it.

For Juno, he had given him a catalog of old legends about Absols. This one had been tricky to find, since in many cases there was little to find on them, but let’s just say Joseph knew people that kept a better track of things.

Spirit.. He hadn’t known much on what to give Spirit, but he decided to be practical in that case. With how much certain things laid on his shoulders, and how stressed he was under certain circumstances, Joseph had considered it, and he had gotten him something he hoped was practical for the young man. Brass Knuckles. Now that did sound serious, but in his defense, Joseph thought that Spirit could need it.

With so much set on Spirit’s shoulders, with so much expected of him, and not to mention people, strangers, creeps. Hounding at Spirit, he thought this a smart choice. The Brass Knuckles had an enchantment on them that would paralyze the target for long enough to either get Melia or anyone else to pop in and get the fight over and done with. Call it paranoid, but Joseph wanted Spirit to be prepared.

For Ice, he decided to give him something that would help that aura of his. They were special meditation balls that he could use to help focus his abilities. He thought it practical and in good taste for the young man. And since he knew him more or less as a wanderer, he had also supplied photos of certain alien countries from other worlds. They were human places of course, and he hoped he would find them interesting. He even had a few notes on certain old legends he might find interesting.

For the Pokemon he had bought toys or certain things that would help in regards to their health and wellness. And he had bought something special for them all. A large wild hog, it just needed to be cooked and served, and he’d do that soon. The hog itself was from another world where plain animals were common, and Joseph had wanted to give them all a taste of a good barbecue.

For Ashe, well, he showed it to her when she had the time to stay awake. He smiled as he took out her present, and helped her unwrap it, and showed off the bow he had made with his father.

The bow itself was as white as ivory and it looked splendid in the dull but warm light. It wasn’t strung yet, but it still looked sturdy and reliable, and the wood itself gave of a faint aura of fae energy that readily accepted Ashe’s presence. Even Morgan would be able to feel that energy.

The bow looked like it had been a labor of love and care. And of course, she got the gloves for her wrists and grip of course. Those two items were enchanted to help in that regard.

For Morgan. there wasn’t much he could give, but he had gotten an idea from his sister, and she had helped him to get it. For Morgan, he had given her a flower. It was called a Moon Lilly, and it was said to grow in very rare cases. Thanks to his sisters magic though, this flower would stay in bloom for as long as it would receive care and love from its caretakers. Essentially, if it was well taken care of, it could last forever.

It had a very delicate and sweet smell. The aroma it gave wasn’t very strong, but it could fill a room, and it smelled of old sweet memories, and of happy days.

Why had he given her this? Because it resembled their bond and connection. They both trusted and loved each other so much. The flower was a reminder that their bond, if nurtured always, and given the attention it needed. It would always stay strong. That they would always be there for each other, no matter what.