#noctfury

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@noctfury can’t really pull off a quality time loop fic in the space of a pwp oneshot, but i think it could be neat to see a timeloop that jumps from sqq’s self sacrifice to the dialogue options he’s given in the water dungeon—like it’s a visual novel, and once he unlocked the bad ending it restored him to the last dialogue branch.

maybe he gets a few more bad ends before he realizes that it isn’t the fact that his death isn’t gratifying enough that’s making the timeline loop, his death is just not acceptable to the way the world exists. which he only begins to believe after orchestrating the most gratifying possible execution for the scum villain, leaving him “waking up” from the loop pale and sick. plus, oops, he only has one life left, better make it count!

makes you wonder how binghe would react if he finds out his shizun died a dozen or so times in his attempt to give binghe a happy ending…

"Hagrid no, that's a Stufful!"

Hagrid turned his attention from the small bear-like creature he had been about to pick up to the young wizard showing him around Akala Island.  "Now 'Arry, I'm sure this little one don't mean no harm." 

"That's not it."  Harry's voice was filled with as much frustration as concern. "Stuffuls and are like Hippogryphs. They're very proud and react poorly to disrespect. And they consider few things more disrespectful than being touched without permission. " 

Hagrid yanked his hand back. Lots of folk made good creatures out to be far more dangerous than they were, so he rarely paid attention to such warnings. But disrespecting a critter was something he would never do. "Sorry about that, I meant nothing by it." He apologized, giving the Stufful a bow like he would one of the school Hippogryphs. 

The pink creature seemed to regard him for a moment then made a soft 'Fel' noise. 

"He's letting it slide, as long as you don't try it again." Harry explained. "It's actually a big problem with tourists who try to pick them up and get hurt. I've known this little guy since he was born and I wouldn't so much as pett him without express permission." Which he wouldn't be asking for today. "Though I hope some Ribombee honey might cheer him up." 

"Stuffel!" The little Pokémon bounced up and down. 

"Okay, but we’re saving some for Mama." 

"Mama?" Hagrid asked. Harry had referred to Olivia as his sister after all.

"Bewear, Stufful's mother." Harry explained, opening one of his jars and handing it over to the Stufful. She found me one day when I was in the woods crying. Some of the kids had been teasing me about not having a proper Mom and well..." He shrugged. "I think she decided she would be my Mom. And trust me, you haven't seen a 'Mama Bear' till you've met a Bewear. They're amazing mothers. They don't have  the aversion to touch that Stuffel do, but they have to be careful because they're so strong they could accidentally hurt people just trying to be friendly. 

 Hagrid couldn't help the smile on his face and Harry just talked about Bewear and Stuffel. It did his heart good to see the lad so interested in magical creatures. He only hoped Harry would be taking CoMC in his third year. He'd hate to see that much love and passion wasted.

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So the premise of this one was Celebi was taking an outing through dimensions, came across a baby in a basket, looked into his future, and noped him out of there.

In no particular order...

1. “Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.” 2. “The really important thing to be was yourself, just as hard as you could.”3. “God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, [ie., everybody.] to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.” 

4. “Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

Is it selfish to request all of the above?

nadia: HECTOOOOOOR. kimora, janet!