For Every Action, a Reaction

Independent RP/Ask blog for the unlucky Nihilego who possessed ya boy in Ultra Space. Fused Guzma/Nihilego verses also available. The about page is REAL IMPORTANT, folks! Mun is 18+ with 10 years RP experience, but virtually no experience doing so on tumblr, hence everything being hideous while I work it out. FORMATTING WHAT'S THAT. Blog is currently WIP. Kinda. Mostly I don't understand themes.

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MOVE COMMENCE!

// Y’know what? Fuck sideblogs, they’re too confusing. So here we go, throwing stuff over to a shiny new main blog! It’s got the same url as before, @thebrokenbeasts but will be...kinda identical to this one for a bit, or just about, while I sort things out. //

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// So this song was basically on loop while I wrote that drabble yesterday, and it gives me many emotional jelly feels. Tasty feels indeed. //

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// So I’m thinking I might move this to a main blog, because I didn’t understand how infuriating side blogs are when I started. I still don’t think I’ll work out a fancy theme any time soon, but at least moving will help things a bit. Maybe decrease the random bouts of blog doubt and loathing. Eheh. //

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What reason did it really have to hate Damien? Did it even hate him, or was it only embracing the echoes of Guzma’s feelings because it had no opinion of its own? Honestly, the more it watched, the more it only felt some disgusted form of pity towards the fighter. The energy both sides poured into this brawl...the rage and determination was the same, but the sources were so, so different.

Guzma fought for the family surrounding him.

Damien fought for no one but himself.

He really had no hope, in the end. Even if he somehow managed to win, he and his exhausted team would only be torn to pieces by the crowd--how could he claim to care for them so much when he threw them into this doom? It was all in his insane pursuit of respect, something he seemed to know nothing about. 

Even the alien beast overhead seemed to understand what he did not: 

nobody would look up to him if all he did was look down on them.

Though honestly, what choice did he have? There could be no mercy for him, not after everything he had done, so what could he really do but fight for his life? For his team’s lives. Guzma was hardly forgiving, and only tried to be when he had to, as far as it could tell, so what chance did anyone who had hurt him so deeply have?

...

Oh.

Maybe that was why the beast felt so uncomfortable watching the two teams of Pokémon tear into each other. Sure, it was here, it was allowed to be here, but...it didn’t fit. It was a menace that had been corralled, placated with the lure of battle, but it could not be like the six Pokémon throwing themselves against the enemy with all their hearts. As strong as the tie to Guzma’s mind within its own became, it wasn’t the same.

They fought because they trusted and loved him.

It fought because it had nothing else. 

In the back of its mind, it could feel the prickling of hate, of long-smothered fear whenever Guzma looked at it. Maybe he left it be because he liked the idea of the extra power on his team at his call, or maybe because Branden had asked him to--though honestly, it was surprised the doctor hadn’t tried drugging and dissecting it yet for everything it had put his beloved through. He had more reason than anyone aside from Guzma himself to want to cause it harm, but so far he had been nothing but civil. It had seen enough of Guzma’s memories to know what could hide behind that civility, though, which only served to be more confusing. Was it because it wore Guzma’s face? Would Branden have acted by now if it remained in its beast form? It knew Guzma didn’t trust it, and that his Pokémon would probably never trust it, but the Angel was still a mystery. 

And that was...frightening.

They couldn’t treat it as a Pokémon, and it couldn’t really try to be one, because it just wasn’t. It wasn’t a Pokémon, wasn’t a child, wasn’t a person. It was something in between, caught in a strange grey area that nature had never taken into account.

At least Damien knew what he was. He had no one and nothing because he chose to. Because he had the choice to take things for granted and push people away. He did this to himself, wasted his life on this madness. Son of a bitch. 

Maybe it had reason to hate him after all.

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Positivity Meme! Temporarily Closed.

// B O I. 

THIS BOI. THIS IS A GOOD BOI. GOOD VIOLENCE BOI.

Like...okay. Dude. Bless this Guzma, okay. He takes zero shits and plays to a side of the character that can be hard to get a good handle on: the homicidal, criminal, mean side. Kids game shmids game, a properly vicious and fucked up Guzma is such a good interpretation and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Especially your own brain, I know how it gets.

Everywhere from enemies to...almost-not-quite-but-kinda-getting-there friends, I adore throwing the jellyfish at you, because I know whatever ensues will be so. feckin’. enjoyable. He’s not even all asshat all the time, he has feelings under there, and he just GIVES FEELS whenever he lets them loose. I love it. I love it, bro. I’m not articulate enough today to properly go into detail, but fuck I’m so glad your Guz is around, and I’ll fite you about it so help me I will and I’ll lose but I’ll try anyway. //

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skull-bxnes:

“I have more than a Popplio, y'know! I’m only getting started with these!! I have yet to beat the kahuna….then I’m off to another island.”

The Golisopod….another intimidating Pokémon?! But an impressive one from what she has read upon. The Popplio sighs herself. ‘I don’t know…..we just have to keep her here though. I think she’ll run if we intimidate her more.’

The Popplio thought about Alena for a while. Oh, how confident she was before she met…..HIM. How self confident she was and still trying to find herself in the world. “Well….I’m out of here. This isn’t gonna help me any.” The little girl turns herself around, making her way towards the gates of Po Town.

As soon as Alena takes the first step towards the gate, Golisopod steps in her way, scooping her up in his enormous claws with a surprising gentleness. He just kinda holds her about a foot off the ground so she can’t run off again, chittering at her in a scolding tone as Guzma groans and strides over, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“A’ight, standin’ in the street’s only gonna get us all a cold. C’mon, we...” he pauses, having an idea mid-sentence. “Wait. How ‘bout her room? Take her there.” 

Golisopod made a grumbly noise of agreement, and trundled along after Guzma with Alena still held in his claws, carefully holding her tight enough that she can’t wiggle free, but not hard enough to hurt her.

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“I have NO idea what you’re talking about, mister! You’re lying to me! I’m just a trail goer who’s gonna be Alola’s new champion!” Her cheeks puffed.

“I don’t know who you are and what you want from me but I just wanna get outta here!!” The Popplio looks back at the boss with a worried look. Knowing that she might get hurt if Alena get out of Po Town. Even when she turns back to an adult, she may not know where she is and get lost!

“Fuckin’ hate kids, I swear...”

An Ultra Ball flies past Alena before she can get more than a couple steps, opening in a flash of light to reveal the hulking form of Golisopod blocking her path. 

“Goooooool...” As the isopod usually needs to be intimidating when he’s called from his PokéBall, he holds himself menacingly and growls...until he notices the Popplio in the little girl’s arms and leans back a little in surprise. He chitters, confused, looking much less frightening all of a sudden, looking from Popplio to the girl and finally up to his trainer with a questioning tilt of his head.

“Tell ya later,” Guzma grumbles, and Golisopod accepts this with a chirp, returning his gaze to the girl so he can grab her if she tries to run away. 

“Hate ta break it to ya, A, but Alola’s already got a champ, an’ you ain’t got a chance ‘a beatin’ ‘em like that.” Bitter? Who says he’s still bitter? No, that’s totally something else venomous in his tone, not bitterness at all.

Guzma shakes his head and sighs, before turning his attention to Popplio again. “A’ight, I give up. Y’know her way better ‘n I do, how we do this?”

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She shook her head. “I know this is Ula'Ula! I live here!! But Po Town….” Her heart sank. “M-My Mom told me to stay away from here and I can see why…”

Oh no….she WAS kidnapped wasn’t she?! But how?? “I don’t remember coming here at all. You didn’t take me to join y-your cult or something did you?!” Her face seemed a little bit more worried. She needs to get out NOW.

“Don’t touch me, o-or else my Popplio will destroy you!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“Cult...?” He’s almost insulted by the suggestion, until something dawns on him: Team Skull hadn’t existed when Alena was a little kid, but its predecessor had. That...makes a lot more sense. Ugh, there’s something he hasn’t thought about in a while, and would have been happy to continue not thinking about.

“Y’know, there’s so many things wrong wit’ that, I ain’t even gonna explain it.” Guzma drags a hand down his face in exasperation, scoffing at the idea that Alena’s Popplio would ‘destroy’ him. 

“First off, this ain’t the ‘cult’ ya momma told ya ‘bout no more. Second, you already with us kinda, or at least you are by this...uh, point in...time? Look, you fuckin’ time traveled or somethin’, a’ight?”

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This man was full of surprises! Talking to her own Pokémon? “H-Hey! Popplio, please don’t talk to this m-mean man!”

“I don’t….I AM Alena.” This was just getting annoying now…how many times does she have to repeat herself?!

‘Mr. Guzma….I think that IS her. She smells like her. No one else has this scent. But….she looks a LOT younger.’ The little Popplio nudged its head at Alena. “Huh? Do you know him? How long was I knocked out for….? Wait- I need my first question answered. Where am I?!”

What causes people to magically turn back into kids? The only thing he can think of is fairy tales about Celebi transporting children through time with it, basically for shits and giggles. But those are just stories, and he’s never heard of Celebi ever being sighted anywhere near Alola, so the odds of something like that happening to Alena are slim.

Ugh, this is giving him a headache, and Mania’s baffled trilling in the back of his mind is zero help. 

“A’ight...” Guzma sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “So this is Ula’Ula. Po Town. Heard of it?” 

He has no idea whether or not telling her that she may have been transported to the future would be a good idea. He’s not good at this. Fuck. “Ya been here before. Though...y’were a lot different then.”

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Alena backs away from the man even farther seeing his expression. “B-But I am Alena Kalani!! My name will be known soon…”

“I’ve never SEEN this place before….I don’t know if I was kidnapped o-or something…” Feeling threatened, she releases her little Popplio to which she quickly grabbed onto.

The Pokémon tilted her head at Alena. Was this really Alena? But she recognized Guzma though! It barked happily seeing his face again. ‘Mr. Guzma!!! Who is this little girl?? She looks EXACTLY like Alena….I think she has her scent too!!’

Well holy shit. That’s definitely Alena’s Popplio, he can tell before it even opens its mouth. The fact that it doesn’t recognize the girl, though...the fuck does that mean? But the kid does look like Alena, and has her scent apparently? Dammit, he’s always been shit at mysteries. This sucks.

“Well, accordin’ ta her, she is Alena.” He nods briefly at the kid, momentarily forgetting that he’s speaking to a Pokémon in front of someone who might find that strange. “Anythin’ goin’ on wit’ her lately that might...make this seem less batshit insane?”

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// @skull-bxnes Continued from X //

“You’re...” For a second, it almost seems like her words worked, judging by how startled he looks. Guzma never claimed to be the brightest, or that he remembered every Grunt’s full name--the names of those who shared that information, anyway--but it suddenly clicks in his head why this small child has a weirdly familiar face. 

Except...that’s not actually possible. 

“No y’ain’t.” A scowl crosses Guzma’s face as he leans in to loom a little more. “Alena Kalani lives here, an’ ain’t some...” He trails off as he catches sight of what the kid is wearing on her wrist, and it only makes his expression darken further.

“...Who put you up ta this.”

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// @pokemon-champion-archer Continued from X //

Guzma’s eyes narrowed suspiciously even as he threw Archer a dark, mocking snicker. That...wasn’t what he’d expected to hear, quite honestly. Since when did Archer do friendships?

“You got friends? In Po Town?” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. 

He shook his head and chuckled. “’S my town, squirt. I get ta check out wha’s goin’ on there, ‘specially when my fam’s gettin’ in brawls.”

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Actual picture of Mania right now:

It waits for a victim.

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There was one corner of the crowd that was silent. Perched overhead like a Mandibuzz waiting for a body to scavenge, the beast’s unhinged smile was gone, replaced by something altogether unreadable as its eyes moved back and forth across the warzone.

This was the sort of moment that had captured its attention, this energy.

This was why it had stayed.

Strangely enough though, Mania honestly didn’t know how to feel. Its rabid bloodlust had somehow died away even as the real fight got started, despite still feeling the impressions from Guzma. It was still interested, for sure, and had no intention of leaving the roof until it had seen this through, but... 

Well, as far as it was concerned, the battle was already decided. It had seen enough, felt enough in the brief time it had spent here to know, to be absolutely certain.

Damien had sealed his fate the moment he brought the full force of their teams into this.

It was almost sad: despite being so obsessed with respect, he couldn’t see the reason Guzma had it and he didn’t, even with it staring him in the face. Sad, but mostly pathetic.

Beyond that...it was being reminded of things it really didn’t want to think about. What was it really doing here? 

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         Sigh.      “Necrozma, what have I said…

“But Braaaaaaandeeeeeeeen!” Cue pouting jellyfish alien.

     “Plumeria and I work hard enough as is cooking food for you. I do not need a junk food restaurant being within spitting distance of the gang. Bad enough I have to give check-ups every six months. The store is going back.”

          Plus those burgers were too fucking tempting for him. Bad enough he can teleport to one at 4am for a double cheeseburger.

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“Aw maaaaaaan...”

It’s pouting, but it does scoop up the mountain of junk food in its tentacles and moves out of the McDelibirds, so the restaurant can be returned from whence it came.

Though now the beastie is just...plopped on the sidewalk with its food. That can’t be sanitary.

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“Yo, looks like ya got a volunteer ta help light up.”

@bigcalavera

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