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Meredy || Requested by Anon

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“You know you missed me.”

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//see this? she was haPPY ONCE

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I Promise:

Just as their punch connected with her jaw, her punch connected with their nose. Giratina’s head snapped back with spectacular fashion, and audible crack heard. For a moment they remained frozen up until they raised an index finger, took hold of their head… And snapped it right back into place. Their neck had been damaged and their nose was now absolutely destroyed, and they’d likely have described the pain to “hurt like a fuckin’ bitch.” Tears began to form in their eyes, too, but not because of the physical pain. Not because they were punched by Palkia.

Their tears began to fall at the sheer hopelessness of the situation they were trapped in.

“… ‘m sorry, Palkia. ‘m really, really sorry. I know ‘m bein’ a fuckin’ hypocrite, ‘s jus’… I was so, so scared when ya an’ Dialga were gone. I couldn’ do anythin’ t’ help Dad. I didn’ kno’ why ya left, I didn’ kno’ why Dialga left. An’… I shouldn’ have taken m’ fear an’ anger out on ya. I really shouldn’. An’ I… An’ I never did anythin’ t’ help resolve th’ situation. All I did was jus’… Back then, all I wanted was t’ kill him.”

“… I… I also deserved th’ punch, Palkia. An’ I also deserve everythin’ else comin’ m’ way. But… But it ain’t fair. It jus’ ain’t fair! Why’s Dad th’ one who’s gonna pay fer my fuckin’ mistakes?! It… It ain’t fair… It ain’t fair…! ‘m sorry, Palkia. I shouldn’ have yelled at ya! I should’a welcomed ya home! I should’a gone easy on ya as ya older siblin’! B-But… I didn’… A-An’ everythin’s jus’ goin’ fuckin’ downhill…”

Tears began to fall in earnest, now, knowing that they never had done anything to help. Not only because they couldn’t, but also because they never wanted to. Besides, Palkia and Dialga disappeared while they were still learning their lesson in the Distortion World. Who were they to be angry at their siblings?

“… Palkia, I know I ain’t in any position t’ ask ya, but… Please… Promise me ya ain’t gonna leave Dad again. At least… Least not without tellin’ him. Th’ next time ya have t’ leave, please tell him. It’s… It’s gonna help him so fuckin’ much when he knows he ain’t gonna have to worry about ya too much.”

"And... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left like I did, I shouldn't have jumped to screaming back... I shouldn't have brought up the past." Dammit, Gira, why did they have to start crying? It was almost akin to an unspoken rule that when one of her family members would cry, she would too. No matter if it involved her or not. She was far too close to this situation and circumstance to not cry, anyway.

When the tears fell, she nodded. "I promise. I promise..." Inhaling shakily, Palkia worried the flesh of her lower lip. "I.. I don't know why Dia left. I don't... But it's not your fault," she whispered, trying to smile up at the taller figure. It was a failure, as the guilt began eating away at her from the inside out, but she tried. "If anything, it's mine. I should have spoken up. I should... I shouldn't have left for so long. If I just checked in and let him know I was still trying to uphold my duties..."

Palkia managed to choke back a sob. She needed to ground herself--- and do it properly this time. Relax, inhale, bottle the feelings, exhale, repeat. Just like she had all these years. "It wasn't bad until I left. Even having one of us around wouldn't have... Impacted... Him the way it did. It's mine. But I swear to you, I swear---" Dammit, now her voice was cracking.

Relax, inhale, bottle it up, exhale.

"I won't leave like that again. I'll... I'll let him know. I'll only leave for short periods... I'm taking all of my duties back," the resolve in her voice shined through the quivering. "I'm here for him while I still have him. And that goes to you, too." Even though they might phase out on her and deny her physical affection, she was still going to try to give him a hug. Still as affectionate as ever--- time doesn't always change someone that much. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

#oursavior-ourlord #✴⋮⋮ — the cosmos like glitter; coating my lungs. ( ic. )#✴⋮⋮ — my footsteps denoted by nebulae. ( v; main. )#(( let me just----))#((curl))#((into a ball))#((and cry))#((for... 20+ years straight))#((kthx))#long post*

Tell Me How You REALLY Feel, Damn:

“… What’s done is done?”

“̶̻͇̌̂̾Ŵ̵̺̋͋͝H̷̺̉̓͗͝A̴̫̦̲̮̫̿T̴̼͙͆̆͘̚͝’̷̪̜̭̼̕S̶̺̦͑͘͘ ̸̻̳͓̼̱̈̏D̸̡̛̜̑͊̇O̶̼͊N̴͈͋Ḛ̴̹̙͈͛ ̷̡̘̪̻̤̓̽̅͌̕I̵̙̹̩̒̒͝Ś̸͖͈̬͍̖̈́̈́̂͠ ̸̨̯̱͕̥̓D̷͇́̄́̓O̸͖͌N̷̫̯̂̐̏́E̶̡̝̯͐̿͐?̸͎̲͌̽̋?̶̡̎̀̀̄?̸͖͓̐͋͘?̸͎̩̋̒̌̚̚͜”̷̜͒̂

Giratina didn’t think. They didn’t pick their next decision carefully. Then again, how could they? For the past fifteen billion years they could do nothing to help their grieving father. Helplessly they stood by the side as they watched his condition worsen with every passing day, watching as his duties and grief tore away at his strength.

“HOW FUCKIN’ DARE YOU THINK DAD WOULD’A CHOSEN FUCKIN’ HUMANS OVER US??? WHY DIDN’ YA JUS’ TELL HIM HOW YA FELT???? I TELL YA WHY, CUZ YA DUN’ KNOW HIM!!!!! HE WOULD’A DESTROYED FUCKIN’ HUMANITY A HUNDRED TIMES OVER IF IT MADE YA HAPPY!!!!! HE LOVES US FAR MORE THAN ANY FUCKIN’ HUMAN!!!! RATHER THAN TELLIN’ HIM WHAT HAPPENED, YA JUS’ FUCKIN RAN OFF LIKE A LIL’ BITCH AN’ LET HIM SUFFER FAR MORE THAN HE WOULD’VE HAD YA JUS’ FUCKIN’ TOLD HIM!!!!!! BUT NOOOOOOO, NOW HE’S ONLY GOT FIFTY MILLENNIA OR FUCKIN’ LESS LEFT TIL HE KICKS TH’ FUCKIN’ BUCKET!!!!!! WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH LONGER HE WOULD’A LIVED HAD YA AN’ DIALGA JUS’ FUCKIN’ STUCK ‘ROUND!!!!!!!!!!”

In their senseless rage, Giratina’s hands clenched into fists. Their entire form was shaking with ravenous fury, threatening to make them explode with heat and anger. Then, without warning, they leaned back before throwing a punch right across Palkia’s jaw. Their strike connected with her head with enough force to have had obliterated any normal person. For Palkia it would’ve felt like any ordinary strike, yet having it come from her own sibling…

And just like that, Giratina’s anger subsided. If anything, they almost seemed to instantly regret hitting their own sister.

“… O-Oh shit. Palkia, are ya aight? I-I didn’ mean t’ do tha’.”

Screaming and yelling, she could handle. She could handle fights. She could handle a lot--- a LOT--- of things... But the moment her neck strained, her face forced to turn to the side with the weight of the punch, and the stagger she was forced to take in order to regain balance..? All bets were off. This was her sibling. This was Giratina. They meant just as much to her as Father or Dialga did.

Palkia took a deep breath in a vain attempt to center and ground herself. "I deserved that," she admitted, but her eyes stayed cold when she looked back at them. Her own fists, clenched at her side. Her jaw throbbing, but not something to need healing over--- it was disorienting, painful, and definitely something to wake one up with, but nothing to break bones. More than her physical person, or even her pride, it hurt her soul. To know that she pushed her sibling this far. To know that her father... Because of her actions...

"But you jumping down my fucking throat for MY bad decisions while CONVENIENTLY FORGETTING that you probably didn't help BEFORE this nonsense with Dialga and I started?! Let's not forget why I felt like a shitty excuse for a sister for not stepping in and stopping what happened before! Why do YOU get to harp on ME for MY bad decisions when YOU'VE MADE SOME SHITTY ONES YOURSELF?!"

No hesitation, no regrets. She returned their punch with one of her own. Her attacks, physical ones, weren't the greatest but she could have easily destroyed someone with the force that was backed solely with emotion--- right to the side of their nose. Them, though? She didn't have to worry about actually harming them to great extents.

"I deserved my punch, but you deserve that one. I love you, Father and Brother more than I can accurately say... It hurts, so damned badly that I'm... I'm gonna lose him before I'm ready to. Because of my actions. But," she paused, tears lining her eyes but not yet falling, "that gives you no excuse to be a hypocrite. I fucked up and I'm owning it. It's not like I'm shoving responsibility of my Grand Fuckery onto someone else."

#oursavior-ourlord #✴⋮⋮ — the cosmos like glitter; coating my lungs. ( ic. )#✴⋮⋮ — my footsteps denoted by nebulae. ( v; main. )#((CAN I JUST))#((CRY))#((PLS AND THANK))#long post*#((forgot to tag the len g th 8') hahahahha))

Wait When Did THIS Happen:

How Palkia had grown. The last time he saw her she was just a small child. Barely reaching up to his waist, appearing so small and vulnerable… Had it not been for her unmistakable presence, chances were that he likely wouldn’t have recognised her. Tall and strong, unlike the child she was before…

Arceus would’ve been overjoyed at how she had changed. But, now, he could do nothing but stare at her in a mixture of shock, heartache, joy… It literally was impossible to tell what he was feeling.

“… Pal… Palkia… Your brother… H-He…”

“He disappeared th’ moment ya abandoned us.”

Seemingly out of nowhere another voice sounded. One that was cold, unwelcoming, downright passive-aggressive. It was none other than Giratina, and how they had grown as well. Palkia would likely fail to recognise them, too, if it weren’t for their dark and oppressive presence.

“Dad, go an’ take a breather. Ya already dealin’ with enough shit; I’ma talk t’ her.”

“B-But… Al… Alright. Very… Very well…”

Arceus made no attempts to argue. He both looked and felt physically weak, thousands of thoughts running through his mind with every passing second. Giratina took Arceus’ hand, gently leading him out and to his own room… Before returning to confront Palkia, their presence having grown only darker and far more suffocating.

They were furious.

“… Aight. ‘m certain ya wouldn’ mind explainin’ yaself. Why did ya leave? Why did ya think it was a fuckin’ great idea t’ jus’ abandon our DAD after everythin’ he’s done fer us?!”

“Why???? FUCKIN’ TELL ME!!! DO YA GOT ANY FUCKIN’ IDEA HOW MUCH DAD’S SUFFERED??? DIALGA DISAPPEARIN’ DIDN’ FUCKIN’ HELP HIM, EITHER!! HE LOOKED JUS’ ‘BOUT READY T’ FUCKIN’ KILL HIMSELF WHEN I GOT BACK HOME!!!!! HE EVEN TOOK IT UPON HIMSELF T’ TAKE OVER YA JOB WHILE HAVIN’ T’ CARRY TH’ FUCKIN’ MULTIVERSE ‘ROUND!! DO YA GOT ANY FUCKIN’ IDEA HOW HARD IT’S BEEN FER HIM???? AN’ THEN YA JUS’ WALTZ IN LIKE NOTHIN’ FUCKIN’ HAPPENED!!!!!!”

Giratina’s voice was terrifying to listen to, blood-curdling and filled with the fury of a sibling that had been wronged by their own family. It was as if they were their father’s anger, the fury and betrayal he felt at having his own children abandon him without rhyme nor reason.

Yet it was also as if a whole different being was yelling at Palkia. Was this truly the same Giratina who once tried to kill Arceus? The same Giratina who he had imprisoned? When had they been released? When had they grown so close to Arceus?

Giratina’s continued screaming would leave little room for pondering, however. Their ever word was so loud it seemed to shake the entire building to its very foundation…

Seeing--- no, even hearing Giratina sent chills down her spine. No, the last person she expected to see here was her sibling. One of the reasons she left. The guilt for not standing up for him sooner was a partial reason to her exiling herself, though at the time it seemed like the best method of dealing with the... Situation. Seeing them--- even hearing them--- just made her want to scream and shout in confusion and happiness both.

She was frozen to her spot, not even fully recognizing when Giratina escorted their father to what she assumed to be his quarters. When he returned, ready to jump down her throat, she did the one thing she hated doing; showed negative emotion. The confusion on seeing him, the happiness, the excitement... All of it she funneled into anger, ready to defend herself. Defend, but not brush off responsibility.

"I fucked up, alright?! I get it. That's what you want to hear most, isn't it?!"

Yes, she had thought that her responsibilities that she attempted to keep up with felt too easy... But, all the time, she brushed it off as growing stronger. Possibly even just growing colder. She should have realized long before now, but she didn't. That was, also, her fault. Her own blindness, willing to shove a prominent issue to the side for her own comfort.

Selfishness.

Her eyes narrowed and she felt that anger bubbling up in her throat. As scary as Giratina was, as they seemed in the moment, Palkia learned in her time away to never back down. It would only cause more trouble in the long run. "I'm fucking sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't get past the fact that he loved those.... Those vermin. They fucking controlled me. They fucking used me."

Her eyes were blazing at this point, definitively ready to make her side clear before backing down. She'd accept punishment, side-eyeing, and even shady reminders meant to make her feel guilt. She'd accept it all. But not until she made her decision clear.

"They used me against our brother! I don't know about YOU, but I CERTAINLY can't forget that so fucking easily!! I wasn't ABOUT to make Father choose between his precious creations and I, I'm NOT that fucking evil. I'm not THAT selfish. They've done it time and time again, recently enough as well! They HAVEN'T FUCKING CHANGED!"

Where she spoke loudly before, she resorted to yelling now. However, once she realized her screaming, she quieted her tone--- not completely. Just enough to get the point across that she was still mindful of Father possibly laying down. "Forcing him to choose would have killed him more than me leaving like I did. He wouldn't have been able to handle that, and you know it. I didn't--- and still don't--- want a damn thing to do with any of those little cretins. He loves them. I'm not going to make him choose, but I did grow worried. About Father, about Dialga, and about you."

Her jaw was clenched, but squared. Her shoulders were back, her chin held high. "I don't regret my decision. I fucked up, I acknowledge that, but I don't regret it. What's done is done."

#oursavior-ourlord #✴⋮⋮ — the cosmos like glitter; coating my lungs. ( ic. )#✴⋮⋮ — my footsteps denoted by nebulae. ( v; main. )#long post*#((ijkdasc ow ow))#((oUCH))

Sorry Dad:

The time period that marked the disappearance of both Dialga and Palkia were some of the worst times Arceus had been ever forced to endure. The feeling of having failed two more children, the agony that came from the apparent loss, and not to mention having forced his body to take their burden when he was already growing so, so weak. Yet even with the growing weight upon his back and his strength slowly leaving him, he held his head high. It’s what his children would’ve wanted.

Arceus was currently reading an ancient-looking book as Palkia returned, seemingly unaware of his daughter’s return. He remained passive even when Palkia put her hand on his shoulder, Arceus doing nothing but reaching to gently grasp her hand.

“Welcome home, Palkia. I was just about to go to the kitchen and cook something. Is there anything you would like?”

It was something he had said often to his children, back when they were still very young.After the three were done with playing outdoors and wanted to bother their father for whatever they wanted, may it be sweets, something to eat, or perhaps just his love and adoration. The way he said it was exactly like back then, perhaps identical enough to awaken old memories in Palkia. Had no time passed at all when she left?

Arceus stood up from his seat abruptly and without warning, the book dropping to the floor with a clatter. For a moment he stood there, frozen, not turning around to face Palkia as if trying to process what just happened. Then, slowly and surely, he began to turn around. Their eyes made contact at last, and at that moment he looked just about ready to burst into tears.

“… A-Ah… Pa… Palkia…”

It was hard to tell how he felt. Was he happy? Furious?

At his initial greeting, she felt as though a weight was lifted from her shoulders. He seemed so casual, just... Just offering food. Had she the time to cry, she would have shed happy tears but his demeanor shifted from placid to action motivated very quickly. She cringed very, very harshly when the book slammed to the ground. Boy, this was going worse than expected already... And she expected pretty bad results.

Nervous. Upset. She wanted to rush at him and hug him tightly but also wanted to demand to know where he stood with the humans and stomp her foot like a child. She wanted to be home, but also far away. She didn't know what she wanted.

Clearing her throat and worrying the flesh of her lower lip. Guilt ate at her gut and her nerves were only made very obvious by the shifting of her weight from one leg to another and back. She couldn't even bring herself to look at his face. "Y-Yeah, dad.. It's me." Another clearing of her throat, another attempt at relaxing. She leaned back a little and looked up at him--- finally.

But, still, her hand went to the back of her neck. Nervous. Uncertain. "So, uh... How's Dia? Have... Have you been well or..?"

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↖ this user eats pineapple on pizza

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|| @timeblooded

Eons. Though her brother resided over time, it had still been far too long since they had come in contact. Returning to this dimension only solidified that she'd see him again. Him and his annoying face... Or so she'd say. He meant far too much to her for her to legitimately feel that way. "Brother," she started--- only to stop a second later. How did she go about seeing him again?

Well, as anyone who missed their sibling would. She hugged him tightly. "I've missed you!"

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tcmporal

{ Well, this is Core, again, returning to a blog I didn’t mean to forget about. Could you please give a like/reblog if interested in interacting with a gijinka!Dialga blog? }

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|| @oursavior-ourlord

First, the portal.

It started years ago, the nagging in the back of her mind. Always present, never truly silent. The reason she left, the reason she--- now--- had to continuously remind herself of. She wasn't going to make her father choose. She wasn't the type to do that. As far as she was aware, he still did not know why she left. She never spoke up. It took many years, many dimensions hopped, to get over the guilt of leaving him.

She would be his second lost child, after all. Giratina hadn't been let out, nor were they even on decent terms. The last time she had any contact with any of her siblings was the most recent time she was controlled. Yet, for years even before that blue-haired bastard came to try and use her, she felt the need to see her father again. There was no hope, though, that he would abandon his precious human race... Just a visit.

So, with a deep breath to steady herself, she crossed the portal that she had been just staring at. Aria took an even deeper breath after that, knowing her father felt her presence before she even spoke--- even with his back to her. He wasn't stupid and was definitely in tune to those things.. Or, at least, to her remembrance he was. Eons without her presence around might have diluted that.

With a blink, the portal was gone. Closed. And she took care to tap Arceus' lower back. "...Father? I-... I'm home," she said softly. "Uh. For now. Um. I was worried about you. You're good, yes?" Oh, boy, this is awkward.

#oursavior-ourlord #✴⋮⋮ — the cosmos like glitter; coating my lungs. ( ic. )#✴⋮⋮ — my footsteps denoted by nebulae. ( v; main. )#((slam dunks this @ u))

RUDE But delicious:

“You mean, you have NEVER tried pizza before?”

“What universe have you been hiding in?! Arceus you HAVE to try some. Here, eat a slice!”

“Not this one, that’s for sure---” She paused to inspect the... triangle. Was it poison? No, he was eating it... It felt almost slimy, the texture almost weirding her out enough to make her shy away from consuming it. But, she did. And praise Father, it was the best decision she’d ever made. “...Where can I get this? I need seven...teen. Seventeen.”

#tokixkukan #✴⋮⋮ — the cosmos like glitter; coating my lungs. ( ic. )#✴⋮⋮ — my footsteps denoted by nebulae. ( v; main. )#((hhhh i.... love....))

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