MARCH UPDATE

6'2" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

3,130 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @temp

POSTED ON Jun 1, 2024 22:25:47 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

"Shit stinks. Why they make a whole pool of it?"[break][break]

Tempest flicks a pen light from his belt; the beam is strong but short when he clicks it on. The bright light only vanishes into more darkness as he slowly moves it around, searching for anything out of the ordinary.[break][break]

A splash from nearby.[break][break]

Temp whips the light towards the noise, only to see the toxins ripple. Nothing is visible to have caused it.[break][break]

Frowning, he takes a few curious steps towards the 'lake'. There is another splash, this one farther away. A sudden 'hum' is let out overhead, some valve opening to let in steam, stinking air from outside. The whole room pulses, slow, like a lung expanding as breath is drawn in. The smooths over for a moment with the movement. There is another few splashes from the water, another louder ripple, and suddenly the water starts to glow from the inside out.[break][break]

Hundreds of little orbs, still and alive, fan a glowing light from the far end and towards them. It comes quick, a heartbeat between hundreds of shared bodies. Then it's over, the lights fading.[break][break]

"This is shallow. What are those?"[break][break]

Curiosity gets the better of him. Tempest kneels down and reaches into the poison- his suit will protect him for the moment-, and wraps his hands around one of the spheres.[break][break]

When he tugs it out, delicate membrane is stretched under his fingers. A Nihilego is curled up in deep rest, unhatched and dreaming of life. It's tiny but almost fully developed. He vaguely is reminded of frog spawn, the clear casing allowing you to see the growing tadpoles inside.[break][break]

The pulse of light starts again. The 'egg' he's holding pulses as well once. Then the pulse happens again. And again. And once more; until the whole pond is flickering a beacon of dancing white lights. There is another splash, now illuminated, and they see one of the eggs crack open. One of the infant jellyfish breaks from the water, still glowing, fleeing up and into the darkness of the large room.[break][break]

Tempest follows it with his eyes.[break][break]

From above, even more glowing.[break][break]

From fully grown Nihilego.

[attr="class","tag"]Cillian Quinn howard slayte

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
🔗 temp sygna and cil sygna hehe

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

[newclass=.twtgm] --accent: #765d75; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; color: #aaa; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 12px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; height: auto; line-height: 15px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm span] display: inline-block; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass]
[newclass=.twtgm .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass]

close tab

played by

thorn

the Harbinger

he/him

october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

awards

8,661 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @gavin

An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.

POSTED ON Jun 1, 2024 23:47:20 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

One of the poisonous bubbles pops with a horrid hiss.[break][break]

The others do not, for they are not bubbles at all.[break][break]

"Eggs," Cillian says, recognizing them from his own acquisition. "Don't touch—"[break][break]

He's too late.[break][break]

The toxic lake begins to pulse with flickering light. It might've been beautiful if not for the dread that fills the pit of Cillian's stomach. Phantoms drift down from above to protect their clutch. There are too many of them, their bobbing forms emerging from dark holes and thin passages.[break][break]

Swearing, Cillian whistles. A BRUTAL SWING from his Dhelmise cleaves through several gelatinous forms, but more file in to replace the gaps in their rank.[break][break]

"Run!" he urges the others.

[break][break]

[attr="class","tag"]howard slayte Tempest Quinn

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
PROMPTS: 01, 26, 32, 38

[attr="class","pkmn"][break] 💫🌱 (T) SYGNA DHELMISE (G) STEELWORKER - PHANTOM FORCE / ANCHOR SHOT / POWER WHIP / ALLY SWITCH / BRUTAL SWING / BRICK BREAK / PROTECT

close tab

played by

Magnetic

Admin Fox

He/Him

May 9th

Rustboro City

Bisexual

Archaeologist

Rocket Admin

5'9 (with hat) height

The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.

awards

3,510 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @magnetic

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 0:12:31 GMT

Tempest Quinn was a beast, rabid and snarling, chained to the fencepost known as Cillian Quinn. As demure as Temp was, the cheery attitude was a front for the monster that hid underneath.

As the pool of poison bubbled and spilled, the chain strained. Demons spilled forth from the pool as Temp stole one of their own. It was easy for a demon to masquerade as an angel while it still hid its horns. As graceful as the Ultra Beasts were normally, they were a terror when roused.

"Do not-" Howard snarled at the Rocket Beast as an egg was plucked.

The chain snapped.

Chaos.

Howard Slayte was not a soldier. He was not a warrior. He lacked experience, and that lack of experience caused him to flounder for a few precious seconds as Howard and Temp were separated from Cillian. Tentacles created an ironclad wall that split the group in two.

Cillian said to run. Howard wanted to run. He had taken a few steps away before stopping.

"Get your husband!" A Pokeball opened with a red flash that melded with the reddish glow of Eternatus. Regice would not fit in this cave, and thus Howard's Sigilyth emerged. A Reflect coated Temp and Howard as the admin cowered underneath his sentinel's unblinking gaze.

"Tempest!"

Cillian Quinn Tempest Quinn

close tab

played by

yams

temporary

he/him

may 3rd

pacifilog, hoenn

big homo

housewife

beast

6'2" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

3,130 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @temp

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 4:41:24 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

"Run!" Screams Cillian Quinn.[break][break]

"Get your husband!" howard slayte whimpers.[break][break]

But Tempest is already moving.[break][break]

The 'egg' is dropped, landing with a splatter on the ground. The ephyra writhes in the split membrane, flickering like a firefly as it wriggles. Delicate tentacles reach for Tempest as he moves away, small body dragging itself towards him.[break][break]

A pokeball is unclasped from his hip and tossed forward. Marina lands in the ground hard, her large fin slicing deep into the flesh beneath her. She stays there, a beacon unable to move, gnashing teeth and chewing any Nihilego that come close yet ultimately useless.[break][break]

However, Tempest's Sygna Suit flares to life. It hisses, steam heat starting to rise off it and a loud squealing filling the air. One of the Nihilego reaches for him, tentacles bouncing off the Reflect. The air rings out when his fist slams into the Nihilego; it is reduced to fine splatter on impact.[break][break]

"Cil!" He cries out, panting, the Close Combat draining him near instantly. His Dhelmise grasps and squeezes with Power Whips, keeping what it can at bay. The Nihilego swarm closer and closer to Cillian, cutting off his view of the other faster and faster.[break][break]

Panic seizes his chest.

[attr="class","tag"]Cillian Quinn howard slayte

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
🔗 temp sygna and cil sygna hehe

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

close tab

played by

thorn

the Harbinger

he/him

october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

awards

8,661 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @gavin

An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 13:57:02 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

Cut off from the others, fear grips Cillian in its cold claws. He could ALLY SWITCH, damn another to his fate, but he'd die for Tempest Quinn in a heartbeat and though a bitter chasm yawned between himself and howard slayte, the Admin was still a Rocket.[break][break]

Though he resigns himself to separation, he does not give in to the slow encroach of death. Cillian Quinn is a fighter, and fight he shall.[break][break]

The bioluminescent seaweed of his SYGNA SUIT flashes vibrant green as a STATUS SHIELD blooms around him, guarding against SLUDGE WAVES and ACID SPRAYS. TOXIC SPIKES scatter around him.[break][break]

His heart thunders, his chest aches.[break][break]

Seeing only one way out, he draws upon the flow of INFINITY ENERGY coursing through the SYGNA SUIT and activates its PSEUDO-AVATARSHIP. In a pale echo of his SHADOW MIASMA, umbral energy coalesces around him as PHANTOM FORCE rips a hole in reality. Another portal manifests next to Tempest Quinn, a beacon of hope drawn by the sound of his voice.[break][break]

But without his AVATAR POWER, Cillian is not quick enough to reach it before a grasping tentacle curls around his arm and BINDS him in place. Cillian wrenches his arm in an attempt to tug it free, to no avail.[break][break]

"FUCK!"[break][break]

The portal winks closed like a mocking eye.[break][break]

[break][break]

[attr="class","tag"]howard slayte Tempest Quinn

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
PROMPTS: 01, 26, 32, 38

[attr="class","pkmn"][break] 💫🌱 (T) SYGNA DHELMISE (G) STEELWORKER - PHANTOM FORCE / ANCHOR SHOT / POWER WHIP / ALLY SWITCH / BRUTAL SWING / BRICK BREAK / PROTECT

close tab

played by

Magnetic

Admin Fox

He/Him

May 9th

Rustboro City

Bisexual

Archaeologist

Rocket Admin

5'9 (with hat) height

The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.

awards

3,510 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @magnetic

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 17:28:49 GMT

The others fight against the unyielding tide of this swarm with a stiff perseverance. Cillian and Tempest Quinn are both swords, sharpened and tested in the crucible of war. Watching the duo dance through the sea of glassy tentacles and spewing poison is a spectacle to behold.

Until Cillian's waltz is interrupted, things seemed to be going moderately well.

It's the enclosed space that causes the most distress. If Regice and Lugia could fit in this cramped chamber, the swarm of Nihilego would be atomized and turned into dust with the drop of a hat. Ice would become their tombs, and shadow would be their eternal caress until the end of days.

Again, the dance is interrupted.

"GRAB HIM!" Cillian's commitment to the idea of Rocket, if not Howard himself, strikes a strange chord that goes unnoticed for the time being. The admin's mode of combat is to annoy and misdirect. His Sigilyth's Gravity causes several Nihilego to crash against the ground in a misshapen glass heap.

It was a cute trick, but did not change the tide.

"This is bad." His eye flicked towards the exit, blockaded by a swarm of glass bodies as despair began to set in.

Cillian Quinn Tempest Quinn

close tab

played by

yams

temporary

he/him

may 3rd

pacifilog, hoenn

big homo

housewife

beast

6'2" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

3,130 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @temp

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 18:52:11 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

"CILLIAN!"[break][break]

His Dhelmise tears and rips wings from the angels in front of them but it is not enough. This Dhelmise is not as strong as Cillian Quinn's, mostly used for transport. To use the Z-move it knows, here, would also lead to further disaster. So frantic is he as he physically rips at the Nihilego, Tempest not notice the portal at first. When he spots it, leaps for it, it winks out before he can even touch.[break][break]

A frustrated noise leaves him, a roar of anguish and fury, as he charges back at the swarm. His Suit hisses again before a green shield rises around him, spikes coating the outside. It resembles perhaps a large hull of a nut, mostly see through as it was from the energy it was hard to tell.[break][break]

Tempest charges forward at the wall of bodies with his Spiky Shield, a battering ran made him when he shoulder checks the squishy bodies.[break][break]

howard slayte has all but been forgotten for the moment.

[attr="class","tag"]Cillian Quinn howard slayte

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
🔗 temp sygna and cil sygna hehe

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

close tab

played by

thorn

the Harbinger

he/him

october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

awards

8,661 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @gavin

POSTED ON Jun 2, 2024 19:22:41 GMT

Tempest Quinn and howard slayte like this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

"Temp!"[break][break]

A high note of fear has entered the ordinarily unshakable tone of the underboss. He calls back to his husband, frantic, as his Dhelmise executes another BRUTAL SWING.[break][break]

He sees a flash of his lover's face in the brief parting of a crowd.[break][break]

Then nothing but tentacles closing in, reaching for him.[break][break]

Behind him, his Dhelmise lets out a horrible scream like rending metal. The swarm have surrounded it, their ACID eating away at the colony of algae that clings desperately to the anchor's frame. When the Dhelmise FAINTS, the light of Cillian's SYGNA SUIT flickers and dies, and with it the STATUS SHIELD protecting him from POISON.[break][break]

Without the suit to protect him from the harsh environment, Cillian coughs and clutches at his throat. The Nihilego latched onto his arm tightens its BINDING grip.[break][break]

The first TOXIC injection is barely felt at all. He's used to corruption by now. It almost feels natural, especially as LUGIA'S BLESSING floods back to fill the void of INFINITY ENERGY left by the SYGNA SUIT. SHADOW MIASMA begins to pulse from him in waves, a dark tide.[break][break]

His reflexes sharpen, pupils dilating with a rush of adrenaline, but it is too late to run.[break][break]

Another shot of TOXIC surges through his system, testing its limits. His veins grow stark against pale skin, rivers of purple-black. He collapses to one knee, trembling.[break][break]

Dying? But, no. The sensation that floods him is something else.[break][break]

RAGE.

[break][break]

[attr="class","tag"]howard slayte Tempest Quinn

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
PROMPTS: 01, 26, 32, 38

[attr="class","pkmn"][break] 💫🌱 (T) SYGNA DHELMISE (G) STEELWORKER - PHANTOM FORCE / ANCHOR SHOT / POWER WHIP / ALLY SWITCH / BRUTAL SWING / BRICK BREAK / PROTECT

close tab

played by

SHIV

GONGAGER

he/him

October 13

GONGAGA

gongaga-romantic

gongager

gongago

me?

gongaga

808 height

WHERE ARE UNOVA REMAKES

awards

41,427 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @shiv

shiv

An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 6:39:49 GMT

Cillian Quinn, Lulu Flint, and 6 more like this

DARK MITOCHONDRIA

ULTRA DEEP SEA

[player]https://file.garden/ZXZrnWMYuz15frfJ/HOENN%20MUSIC/shadow%20lugia%20battle.mp3[/player]
TOXINS POUR INTO Cillian Quinn AS HE FALLS ONTO HIS KNEES. He trembles. Trembles with rage. As his veins betray the transpiring metamorphosis, the black ichor pulses and floods where the INFINITY ENERGY once was. His deactivated suit exposes him to all elements.

But in that bareness, Cillian allows all of himself to be taken by the influence of his patron. No more restraint now. Not when there is a war to be fought for the glory of Team Rocket.

NEW: due to shadow lugia's corrupting influence, cillian now physically embodies the dark aura of shadow pokemon. this aspect can manifest in his appearance and can become more intense and twisted depending on his emotions, his behaviours, etc. thorn can be creative with cillian's appearance, can choose if it is "toggleable", and can lean into eldritch aesthetics.

NEW: cillian will be able to generally attack or defend himself using his own dark aura. however, for now, cillian can use more specific moves three times per thread: list of shadow moves. he can only SHADOW HOLD one target at a time.

cillian himself can conjure a SHADOW MIASMA that can be directed like a powerful gale thanks to shadow lugia's own dominion over the wind. within the SHADOW MIASMA, cillian and his shadow pokemon are camouflaged but not intangible. within the SHADOW MIASMA, gavin and his pokemon have raised EVASION and SPEED.

every time cillian and his pokemon faint another pokemon, he is able to POSSESS the pokemon with his SHADOW MIASMA. for a brief period of time, gavin is able to reanimate the pokemon and use its moves before the possession concludes. around the fainted pokemon's body, the SHADOW MIASMA will persist for a period of time.

all of cillian's shadow pokemon have INCREASED STRENGTH.

owned shadow pokemon will not be aggressive to cillian. furthermore, most shadow pokemon will be obedient to cillian as long as he can direct that aggression onto a target and if shadow lugia is on the field.

AS A RESULT of Cillian Quinn’s rejuvenated power, he may come across Shadow Pokemon that seek him. In the days to come, Cillian Quinn may discover a SHADOW NINETALES once owned by an overly ambitious man. This Ninetales, he would bequeath to his lover: Tempest Quinn.

Cillian Quinn Tempest Quinn howard slayte

close tab

played by

Magnetic

Admin Fox

He/Him

May 9th

Rustboro City

Bisexual

Archaeologist

Rocket Admin

5'9 (with hat) height

The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.

awards

3,510 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @magnetic

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 7:04:52 GMT

shiv, Cillian Quinn, and 3 more like this

Something was wrong.

Something was wrong.

SOMETHING WAS WRONG.

"This can't be real. This can't be happening. This is a nightmare..." The admin's voice was a coarse whisper as shadows lengthened in the cavern, growing longer and deeper as they integrated with Cillian Quinn's presence. The individual shadow of each Nihilego twisted together into unholy matrimony.

His shadow miasma grew.

Cillian Quinn.

Gavin Merlino.

Patrick Cavalli.

Nightmare. Monster. Field. Rocket Underboss.

"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!" Howard wheeled on Cillian and Temp and sprinted for the exit, only to be caught and stopped by a wall of tentacles forged from glass. They wrapped at his armor, causing it to hiss and bubble as the admin struggled to push against them in a frantic burst. "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

■■■. There was another ■■■.

There were two of them. Light. Shadow. The absence of light.

Knowledge of another Devourer was too much for Howard Slayte to handle. The weight of that realization caused everything to start crashing down. Thus, he did the only thing he knew how to do:

He ran.

Tempest Quinn Cillian Quinn

close tab

played by

yams

temporary

he/him

may 3rd

pacifilog, hoenn

big homo

housewife

beast

6'2" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

3,130 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @temp

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 7:48:02 GMT

howard slayte likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

"Cillian!"[break][break]

Is ripped raw and high from Tempest's throat, panic surging in him. Ice feels like it drips down his back, fills his veins. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. The Sygna Suit surges, flickering, but he only claws desperately at the Nihilego. They've formed a solid wall of gummy flesh, reaching for Cillian Quinn with vigor. Like they know something he does not.[break][break]

The early hatched infant makes it to Temp as he falls on the ground. It wraps velvet tentacles around his leg, unnoticed as it clings.[break][break]

howard slayte is forgotten. The coward fleeing is not noticed. The words not heard.[break][break]

A choked cry is let out, tears fogging up goggles. The shadows dance and miasma spews.[break][break]

Tempest can not see Cillian, the bodies pressed too tightly together. All he knows is that his husband is dying and he can't do anything to help.

[attr="class","tag"]Cillian Quinn howard slayte

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
🔗 temp sygna and cil sygna hehe

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

close tab

played by

thorn

the Harbinger

he/him

october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

awards

8,661 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @gavin

An observer of eons cannot feel the warmth of another.

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 11:04:18 GMT

Lulu Flint, Tempest Quinn, and 2 more like this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

PRESSURE.[break][break]

Cillian can feel it now more than ever before. An eldritch influence pushing against his mind, his soul, repelled only by the strength of his own will.[break][break]

Her influence.[break][break]

In recognizing it, he consciously retracts the last of that resistance.[break][break]

SHADOW LUGIA has saved him before, in the Blackout of Slateport. Countless times since. Here, as the Nihilego toxin surges through his veins and turns them black as death, she saves him again.[break][break]

MY POWER IS YOURS.[break][break]

Her voice roars like THUNDER through a mind no longer shielded from her presence, and Cillian understands.[break][break]

A WAVE of SHADOW erupts around him, a dark aura to force back the writhing mass of giggling gelatin.[break][break]

Tempest Quinn is too close. Yet when the unsettling gaze of the Harbinger falls upon him, it almost softens.[break][break]

howard slayte runs. He had nothing to fear until that moment, when the sea of Nihilego parted from the birth of a new monster to reveal the Admin's cowardice. Eyes of deep purple-black snap to narrow on their target.[break][break]

Cillian lifts a hand tipped with umbral claws, curling them to a fist as if to grip the fleeing man despite the distance between them. And Howard's own SHADOW turns against him, MIASMA surging from that darkened space to curl around his legs and HOLD him in place.[break][break]

"COWARD."[break][break]

Cillian's voice has always been deep. Yet where it ordinarily held an almost soothing rumble, it now cracks like an earthquake through the air.

[break][break]

[attr="class","tag"]howard slayte Tempest Quinn

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
PROMPTS: 01, 26, 32, 38[break]
Shadow moves used: 2/3

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

close tab

played by

Magnetic

Admin Fox

He/Him

May 9th

Rustboro City

Bisexual

Archaeologist

Rocket Admin

5'9 (with hat) height

The future will tempt you, the present will indulge you, but the past will shackle you.

awards

3,510 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @magnetic

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 18:41:38 GMT

Cillian Quinn and Tempest Quinn like this

Coward. Coward. COWARD. COWARD SLAYTE.

No matter how far he ran, he could never escape that name. Howard stumbled and fell, his head banging against the side of his helmet as he sunk into the fleshy floor. As he rose to continue running, umbral shackles erupted from his shadow, wrapping themselves around his ankles.

Those chains felt awfully similar to Howard's hans.

"No! NO! I'm not a coward! I'M NOT A COWARD!" The admin's protests were drowned out by the overwhelming pressure. Claws emerged from every nook and cranny where light didn't shine. "LET ME GO!"

Slowly, his shadow dragged him back.

"Cillian! Please!" The admin's cry could not compete with the crack of thunder masquerading as a human voice. This was no human. "Let me go!"

Why did this always happen to him? Why was he being forced to witness the shedding of humanity for a far uglier form. A far greater form, but without the warmth and empathy that came with the burdens of the flesh.

Cillian Quinn Tempest Quinn

close tab

played by

yams

temporary

he/him

may 3rd

pacifilog, hoenn

big homo

housewife

beast

6'2" height

i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.

awards

3,130 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @temp

POSTED ON Jun 4, 2024 19:55:18 GMT

Cillian Quinn likes this

[nospaces]

[attr="class","twtgm"]

[attr="class","main"]

Angels scream as Cillian Quinn takes a new shape. A demon steals away his husband's body, growls out words so deep and husky they shake Tempest to his core. The few Nihilego not shredded give a shudder of fright before they start to flee. Back and upwards, the remains of their comrades decorate the ground in pulpy and wet chunks.[break][break]

Tempest does not care about that. He is frozen, from where he has fallen on his ass, in numb shock as he watches Cillian's shadow devour howard slayte.[break][break]

The sight of it prickles, electric, under his skin. Fear shivers within him, eyes wide as he takes it all in. His mouth is half open as he breaths heavy, pulse quick, mouth dry.[break][break]

Oh, but he is having other reactions to this.[break][break]

Cillian is beautiful.[break][break]

A sticky tentacle pulls him out of his thoughts, the Nihilego infant having now slithered up his body. It caresses his cheek. Tempest gives it a quick glance before he slowly pushes himself to his feet. As arousing as it would be to watch Cillian rip Howard from limb to limb, cover himself in gore as he showcased his raw power... as much as Tempest was still kind of pissed at Admin Fox... well, he actually didn't want him to die.[break][break]

"Cil!" His approach is slow, voice pitched loud. Less a yell, more in panic. It's still raw from his soul rending cry earlier. "Don't!" But he's not sure what he's pleading for Cillian to not do.

[attr="class","tag"]Cillian Quinn howard slayte

[attr="class","notes"]

notes

[break]
🔗 temp sygna and cil sygna hehe

[attr="class","pkmn"][break]

close tab

played by

thorn

the Harbinger

he/him

october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

awards

8,661 posts

DOLLARS

part of

TAG WITH @gavin