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asjjohnson · 1 year

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Part 6 of my poll adventure fic. Links: the beginning, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5.

It's mid-day Wednesday (at least for my time), which means a new part of my poll adventure fic, because I've been here for over a year and still don't know how to use this site effectively. :D (Oh wait, here, I made a poll about tumblr timing.)

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Valerie walked toward Vlad through the rubble, hugging a hissing and clawing Maddie against her armor. "Found him," she said proudly, smiling up at Vlad. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Actually, there is. There's a malevolent ghost loose in Amity Park, posing a serious risk to my health, as well as to the city. I need him contained and brought to me."

Oh, cheese sticks with marinara dipping sauce! He had meant to do the responsible thing here—not ask a fourteen-year-old child who couldn't even hold a cat properly to risk her life in his stead.

...He really had become too accustomed to avoiding anything unpleasant.

"Sure thing, Mayor Masters!"

Maddie squirmed out of Valerie's hold with an angry yowl and ran off.

Well, he could still work with Valerie. ...If he truly wanted to. He was unlikely to succeed on his own, anyhow, if this older version of Daniel actually was as powerful as he'd heard.

But did he truly want to be a part of this endeavor? He was already dreading it, with only the thought.

He recalled what the older Daniel had said—that he let his emotions hold too much sway, and that in turn caused his plans to fail.

Which had been exactly the case when he'd felt some level of compassion for that ghost.

Thinking purely objectively, Vlad could still use the ghost if he could get him back under his control. And if Vlad were to have some part in the ghost's capture—in saving Amity Park—it would boost his ratings. He did need to keep his position as mayor of Amity Park for his contingency plans.

"Valerie, dear. Why don't we work together? I'm sure it's just misplaced guilt, but I can't help but feel somehow responsible for this situation. Ridiculous, I know. However, working with you on his capture would ease my poor conscience."

"Oh... uh, you've never suggested this before," Valerie said uncertainly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, as though she was trying to think of some way that poor old 'Mayor Masters' could work with her. "But if that's what you want."

'Cheerleader' isn't, ah, a literal cheerleader. (Don't make me dress him up in a skirt.) It just means... like, advertising and cheering her on. More of a cheer-leader (...which is probably an even more literal meaning actually).

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#danny phantom #vlad plasmius #valerie gray #poll fic #poll adventure #asj post #asj writing #Don't worry Maddie's fine. She(?) is just startled from the collapse and doesn't like strangers much.#We know Valerie's not a dog person but who said she was a cat person either?#Vlad will probably run into Danny in the next part.#(...you guys voting for Vlad to ask two young children to help him catch a very dangerous ghost.)#actually I probably should've thought to add an 'everyone he can' option. In Reign Storm against Pariah Dark he'd talked to several people #Hmm... if this works out good enough to later post on AO3 I'll need to remember to add that option.#(I'm afraid the plot is deteriorating though.)#(And I can't figure out how to End a path. This could go on forever. ...Especially if you guys keep shifting the plot.)#It's kind of fun though. You guys sometimes come up with such weird ideas.#...I'm not sure how long s post can be before I should add a Keep Reading/Read More break.

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akwolfgrl · 6 months

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Part 2 LFT

I will when I have more chapters post on ao3 but I need a bit of help first. I'm not sure if I'm writing the charters well enough.

"Can you fuck as good as you fight?" Were words that Sanji had not been expecting to come out of that man's mouth, and completely sober.

Sanji stared at the man of front of him, while he loved women, they were beautiful, soft, wonderful, they were they moved, thire soft skin and just everything. Sanji also liked men. It wasn't as expected, so he was used to drunken one night stands until Zeff put a stop to it a few years ago after one too many times coming back still drunk. Puberty had been a nightmare. Zoro was absolutely his type, thick muscular body, the scar across his chest that made him look rugged and dangerous. Sanji wanted to lick and mark every inch of the man's skin. Sanji put his cigarette out and slid around the table, placing a knee on each side of the swordsman's legs, leaning closer with a smirk.

"Hmm I suppose I could be nice a give a taste now, if you like what you get come back later tonight and I'll show just how good I am," Sanji spoke with confidence he didn't have.

"Well then, go on and show me," Marimos hands left the back of his head and came to rest on hips, his fingers gripping his ass. "Or are you all talk and no action?" He spoke with a smug grin that Sanji longed to kiss off.

"Shut up,"

"Make me," Sanji slammed his mouth against the other man lips, already hungry for a taste.

Zoro pulled him closer, opening his mouth so their tongues could continue their fight instead of their words. Sanji used this opportunity to slide his hands under Zoro's shirt, feeling up those strong, large muscles of his. Only marred or rather improved upon by that gogras scar that Sanji was dying to taste of. Speaking of taste, the swordsmen tasted of sake, melon and omaboish, Sanji knew he tasted of saffron, seafood, and cigarettes. He was already hard in dress pants and could feel the other man's erection as well. It was nice that he wasn't the only one affected by just a kiss.

Suddenly, his hair is being pulled, his head being yanked back. Snaji let out an embarrassing . sound he didn't know he could make that noise. He didn't know he'd like his hair being pulled. Zoro kept his hand fisted in his hair, attacking his neck with kisses and nips sucking a mark into his skin. Snaji shudders at this point he has lost all control of this situation.

"Ah! Fuck me!" He found himself saying.

"I intend to,"

"Sanjiiii! I'm hungry!" A third voice entered the chat, the voice of their captain begging for food, occupied by the slamming of the galley door.

The hand in his hair released him as they both stared in shock at their captain. They had gotten carried away and subsequently got caught. Sanji wondered how far they would have gone if they hadn't been interrupted. Luffy clearly saw them but paid them no mind as he wandered closer to where Sanji had been cooking.

"Shit!" Sanji scrambled away from the situation only to hit the table which he had forgotten about with his back. "Don't touch anything Luffy!"

Marimo moved his hands to his waist and lifted him up and off of him. Sanji immediately ran towards the jar of jerky he had made. It wasn't his best work since there hadn't been enough time for a proper marinade, but it was mostly for Luffy anyway.

"Dinners not ready yet, take some of this," Sanji shoved a handful of jerky into Luffy's hands. "Dinner will be done in about half an hour,"

"Yay meat! Thanks, Sanji!" Luffy chearded a large girn on his face. He head twords the door. "Bye, Zoro!" Luffy shut the door behind him as he shoveled jerky into his mouth.

"Shitty swordsmen, our! I don't have any more time for you!" Sanji turned his attention back to the man he had just made out with.

"Chi, no need to be testy," The green haired man stood up and also headed for the door. "I'll be back for more tonight, we will finish what we started. I need to hear what other notices come out of that pretty mouth of yours," Before Sanji could respond he was once more alone in the kitchen.

#zoro x sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro #smut #fanfic #one piece #sanji x zoro #lust filled thoughts

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justreckin · 21 days

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20 questions for fic writers

alright @emonydeborah said hey there's a thing and i say yes (ages later)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 6

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 28,070

3. What fandoms do you write for? Honestly, whatever's catching my fancy in that moment. Of the things I've posted, The Librarians is the only fandom that I've ever even posted more than one fic for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Raising Harry (Harry Potter/Underworld) Where Selene comes across Harry playing at the park alone at night and decides that the best idea is to sorta adopt him.

Never Say He Isn't Grateful (Agent Carter/Captain America) Howard realizes he owes Peggy big time and the best way for him to repay her is to go rescue Steve.

5 Times Ezekiel Called Eve Mum and the Time They Made it Official (The Librarians) 5+1 what it says on the tin.

Second Time Around (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Coulson went in on the Bahrain mission, May died. Oneshot re-write of the first episode that I considered expanding and have actually written other chapters for but... 🤷‍♀️

How Apep got Ezekiel Grounded for the Rest of his Natural Life (The Librarians) Season 3 Finale in the same universe as the previous Librarians fic that has a second chapter I have yet to write...

5. Do you respond to comments? I certainly try to. I'm not the best at it, but I love getting to have a conversation with anyone who likes the same things I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh probably I'm Not Your Mother but even then it's a) not really all that angsty and b) mostly that I dropped a mean bomb on characters and then ran away because I have no idea what else to do with it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ...everything else? Look, canon is already regularly very mean to characters. I am here to live in my happy little fantasies where everything works out.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se but I'd left up an unfinished multi-chapter fic at one point and someone commented that I was the reason they'd lost faith in authors with unfinished works and is maybe more responsible for me not posting any of the myriad of things I have on my computer than I want to admit.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nah. I write more family than relationship stuff, really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes. Uh... it's not posted, but maybe the Harry Potter/Song of the Lioness that I hashed out at one point.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ha! @emonydeborah and I spitball all the time (it's wonderful) and she absolutely gets credit if that parent trap fic ever gets finished, but I don't think I'm up to the group project that would be co-writting a fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? the Enterprise NCC-1701 dash nothing! All jokes aside, it genuinely is the only ship I go back to on a regular basis.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uh... honestly, I don't know that I'll ever finish half the things in my WIP folder.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I feel I'm pretty good at getting the character's literal voice down.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything happening around the dialogue. In my head these people are always moving around and doing things, but it always feels so clunky if I try to put that onto a page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe an individual word or two for a curse or endearment. I know enough Spanish I'd probably be comfortable writing in it. But that'd be about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uh.... Star Trek? One sec, must check files. Yeah, pretty sure it was a short TOS thing. Hmm might need to take a look at that again, clean it up, repost...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Posted? Probably Ezekiel calling Eve mum. Not posted? Nah, actually, don't know that there is one that's not posted.

.... @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @sun-lit-roses did you do it yet, did you do it? I wanna see 😁

#pretty sure y'all've already done this #what i get for showing up three weeks late #and not even starbucks to show for it #oh well #not that i have much written/posted/finished anyways #still fun 😁😁

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tuffdwightwest · 3 years

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Hi, I noticed that one of your posts said that you wanted drabble ideas? I've got a couple, but I'll give you 1 rn, I don't wanna overwhelm you in case you're busy with other things. In celebration of the new dead by daylight Greek mythology skins; What about dwight meeting a Gorgon-inspired killer, with a soft spot for cute Dwights?😉

//Yeah I can do that! I was also really tempted to continue the final scene but alas. This be tumblr and you know... xD thanks for the prompt you can suggest more if you want. I don't mind.

Dwight hated when he started off trials without his glasses. It was rare but it still happened more then he cared to admit. It made it ten times harder for himself and generally he did not survive. Regardless he tried to do his best.

He wasn't completely blind, but everything was mostly shapes. As he was walking to try to find a generator he started to hear the ever present heartbeat that warned him of danger. Attempting to hide he tried to glance around but noticed what seemed to be another survivor struggling.

With no hesitation he ran towards them. "Are you okay? We need to hurry I think the killers close." He said. Stumbling into the other survivor and reaching out towards them. They felt scaly when he touched them, a weird feeling but perhaps it was a new killer.

The heartbeat was overwhelming at this point and looking up to see the survivor he found himself squinting in confusion. Her face seemed almost serpentine and she had the greenest eyes he had ever seen. "You have beautiful eyes." He said without thinking. Shaking his head though he managed to look away. He felt slower then usual though, sluggish like he could hardly move.

"They are pretty usseful." The voice finally responded. She had a strange accent that just made Dwight awkwardly chuckle as he brought his hand up, nervously chewing on his nail.

Kind of a weird response but he let it slide. "What's your name?" He questioned. Slowly starting to get movement back.

"Ceccillia." They responded.

"Dwight get away! I'll distract it!" David's voice suddenly yelled from close by. Dwight immediately tensed. "Oh god I can't see it. Just run and hide Cecillia." Dwight explained turning and stumbling away. He was thankful David was in this trial at least.

A new survivor, blind Dwight, didn't bode well for their chances but David was an expert on fighting with the killers. So perhaps they still had a chance. He hoped he saw Cecillia and protected her though. Dying for the first time was always the worst. Managing to find a generator, experience had him working even being blindish. Generators just second nature for him.

He heard the sound of David going down and grew worried. He would have to let others get the rescue. Was too dangerous for himself. He would be most useful here. "Turn around." Cecilla suddenly said behind him.

Dwight jumped having not heard her approach. Doing as he was told though he immediately met her emerald green eyes. And once again he felt slower, like he was being frozen solid. "It keepss demanding to kill you." Cecilla said. Causing Dwight's eyes to widen.

Oh god she was the killer. He couldn't move couldn't even bite his lip as she drew closer. The feel of something wrapping around him. Constricting him scaring him even more. "But likess you. Cute. Want to keepss as pet. Lovesss my pet." She purred.

Dwight shivered slightly at her words, forcing himself to look away from her eyes. A small gasp escaping as clawed fingers still wet with blood reached down. Tilting his face back up so he was forced to look at her. "Cute." She repeated while Dwight felt her loosen her body.

"Must kill otherss." She said.

"No..." Dwight managed to whimper. A kiss on his cheek was his only response as he heard the distinct sound of her slithering away. Slowly he started to get feeling in his limbs back. Till he was able to walk around again.

He immediately hopped back on the generator. Completing it before stumbling away. Why did he have to forget his glasses? Hearing the sound of someone being taken down again he headed towards it. He needed to help. By the time he finally made it to the hook though the heartbeat was already gone.

She seemed to be able to move quickly. "Here I got you." He said reaching up before having to put more effort then he expected as he lifted the much heavier man off the hook. The hook breaking as who he now recognized as Jeff landed.

"No glasses?" Jeff grunted out. Dwight nodded.

"Broke last trial, Entity always takes longer to fix them." He admitted. Shivering when he remembered how exactly they broke. Oni was brutal when he wanted to be.

Trying his best to patch up Jeff. Finally the other seemed fine enough. "Here theres a generator over here." Jeff said gently helping lead Dwight as they both made it to a generator. The sounds of another survivor being targeted could be heard but it was best for them to stick with their generator goal.

"What is she?" Dwight questioned as they got to work.

"Some snake woman. The more you look at her the slower you become. I almost became completely still as I stared at her." Jeff explained.

Dwight nodded, "Yeah, guess we need to avoid looking at her." He mused.

"Think she can also block your senses a little. Not sight but hmm... you know when Cannibal downs you and you have that ringing slow sensation?" Dwight nods. "I think she can do that." He explained. Dwight nodded again, it was good to discuss this. Knowing how to beat your enemy made it easier later.

Gen completed Jeff immediately reached out to help Dwight. Which he was thankful for. The person going down though drew their attention. Followed by the sound of a female scream being thrown on the hook. Different then the one that was just down. "Sounded like Feng. Bet she stayed on the generator and was grabbed. She always does that." Jeff sighed. Dwight felt him pat his back and looked up at Jeff's blurry face. Seeing his scared but comforting smile.

"Gonna do my best. You stay hidden okay?" Jeff ordered. Dwight just frowned as Jeff turned to race away. He hoped that Jeff could help. But reluctantly again started stumbling around trying to find the next generator. Trying to just focus on this he bit his lip as he worked. David screaming again followed by the loud boom made him flinch.

Focus. He reminded himself. David would be back at the fire once this was all over. A second boom though drew his attention. He couldn't tell who that one was Feng or Jeff. He honestly had no idea what was happening. Looking back at the gen and calculating how much more they needed he shook his head. They wouldn't be able to do it just the two of them.

Deciding he was done hiding he pulled away from the generator in search of his friends. No sooner was he walking when he stepped over the hatch. The change of elevation almost making him trip before he managed to catch himself. "Ooo whatss that?" Cecilla suddenly questioned in front of him.

Dwight jumped before looking up before away quickly remembering what Jeff said. "Nothing." He responded quietly.

"Mm liar." She responded back.

He frowned but didn't respond as she drew dangerously close. "Big man sshould be dead sssoon. Left him there."

She explained. Dwight winced. Bleeding out, it was a terrible way to go. He hated when it happened to him.

"What are you waiting for then?" Dwight questioned nervously. He hated it when killers singled him out.

"Look at me." She demanded but Dwight just shook his head. "Pleassse?" She asked softly.

That got his attention and without thinking he looked over at her. Meeting her green eyes and immediately feeling the freezing effect. He was close enough that he could see her mocking smile. "Cute." She purred. Once more sliding her body over his. Holding him close before nuzzling into his neck.

Dwight tensed and went to pull away but couldn't, feeling helpless as she actually moved his head resting it against her neck and her rather large breast. Even frozen his face reddened in embarrassment. "Come pet. We'll look after you." She purred. A hissing sound intensifying as she pulled away from the hatch. Just at the sound of it clicking open. Dwight helplessly watching as it disappeared from sight.

//Honestly might post this on my AO3 and continue the scene. We'll see

#dwight fairfield #dbd #fic #sfw

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moonlight-mellohi · 4 years

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One Trainer’s Trash is Another Pokemon's Family

So if you didn't know, i ended up taking a hiates from writing ANYTHING for a bit, but I was just sitting around earlier and thought "huh, there was that oneshot I kinda wanted to write" and BOOM im formating this at 2am when I finished writing so I can just post this in the morning.

Also note me writing this does not mean I'm fully back to writing because I tbh have no clue when I'll be back in full writing mode, a lot of stuff is going on irl around health issues (I'm good dont worry, just trying to figure out this issue so we can fix it) and my mind hasn't been able to put words together into written sentences well recently for anything, so exspect everything and nothing!!

So @sugarglider9603.... enjoy! If anyone seems off its probably because I haven't wrote in like 4 months :D

Ao3 link

Ao3 series link

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Summery: ' "I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited. '

A chance encounter is about to change three lives forever

“Slow down!” the Eevee hissed to his companion, running through the crowd of humans to catch up. His green and brown eyes swept the crowd, making sure no one grew suspicious and followed the two Eevees, sighing as he thankfully saw everyone's gaze sweep past them, uninterested.

There had been a few incidences when a trainer or a ‘nurse’ had tried to catch them, whether for his strange fur markings, trying to get his friend’s fur cleaned (no one held him for long once that information was leaked), or purely for them being Eevees. He’d heard it all, common lines being “hey are you lost?”, “where is your trainer?”, “is that a wild Eevee?” and of course, the most common

“I’ve got to catch it!”

Heh, no one had succeeded yet, and he didn’t plan that to change any time soon. Or ever.

“Not sorry” the simple line snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked over to the grinning Eevee that probably did need a bath “but I heard yelling in the back alley of the Good Place, and I just have to see if it's new!” The ‘Good Place’ was a restaurant the two constantly saw in their travels from town to town. While they couldn’t read the written name, and wouldn’t dare get close enough to a human to simply know the name when it had no use to them, it always had an identical symbol at every location. It was his trash loving companions (and though he would never admit it, his own as well) favorite location to get food.

“Very well, lead the way” with a flick of their tails, they rounded the last few corners to the back alley where two large dumpsters lay. As a Trubbish scurred off at the sight of them they both leapt up, balancing as they opened one off the lids.

He sat watch as the other squealed and dove in, rummaging through and ripping open plastic bags with sharp teeth. They always had the same parts when working together, he would keep watch making sure no one saw them from the regular path or had any workers walk out the door, while the other would search, eating what he wanted and tossing stuff up to save for later. They had tried to swap jobs once, but it was a mess that nearly got them caught if it wasn’t for his own keen ears, so they kept to their own and worked together.

He glanced at the door, the symbol imprinted on it. Doing this dumpster diving always reminded himself when he was alone. How he’s grateful to have a friend. Actually, doing it at the Good Place always reminded himself when he met the trashy Eevee. It was just after-

A paw swatted at his face, causing him to dodge. He seemed to be falling into nastolga easily today, he thought shaking it out of his fur.

“Did you hear me? I said all these bags have already been looked through” the other huffed “they must have used the other one, which is weird because they usually use the one closer to the door first….” he frowned, confused before brightening “anyways can you help me open the other lid?”

The clean Eevee nodded, hopping across to the other dumpster.

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Sta- he shivered, the angry yells still echoing in his ears. She was so mad when she discovered there was no dragon evolution, when she finally discovered he was completely useless. He glanced at the snapped pokeball at his paws, fallen through a space between a few garbage bags.

He knew he had to get out of here, but what was the point? He was with a trainer up till now, and while she was horrible he was still at least alive. But to try and survive on his own? No, he might as well just curl up on this garbage, might as well just

A scene flash in his mind, of a Pecha bush laying under a sprawling indigo sky. Two other faces similar yet different then his, laughing, smiling.

He couldn't give up, not yet, not until he could find them again.

Chatter and a crash of heavy plastic hitting a wall distracted him from the thoughts racing through his head. He pressed low against the bags, ears flat as he waited. Were there people taking trash out? No.. that didn't sound human, that sounded

The lid thunked twice, before late afternoon light poured down onto his dark brown fur. He froze as another pokemon fell down in front of him, another Eevee.

He was bigger, though everyone was bigger. His fur seemed to be a normal shade of brown, yet it was hard to tell with all the dirt and dust coating it. He looked up into the newcomer's eyes, surprise and delight filled them to the brim.

"Oh? OH!" The other gasped for only a moment before flashing forwards, grabbing him lightly by his scruff and before he knew it St- he was in open air and sat on the hard plastic lid.

"Hey hey!" The Eevee scrambled across to another Eevee, his turned back to the both of them. The third Eevee's ear twitched to show they were listening, watching the humans walk by.

"I found a child in the trash!" Trash Eevee declared happily. The Eevee on watch somehow looked skeptical from behind, but curiosity got them to turn around.

Green and brown surprised eyes hit his own, he felt as the others eyes looked him over from his unnaturally purple eyes to dark brown fur.

"I.. I-" the other stammered in surprise.

"Can we keep him?" His founder vibrated, excited.

"Hmm" seemingly gaining his composure, the one on watch came over to inspect him further, sniffing curiously at his fur "I don't think so, he smells too much of humans" the trash Eevee visibly shrunk.

"No!" He cried, snapping his jaw closed at the sudden speaking "I, I me- mean no, I had a trainer, but I don't have one anymore" he attempted to explain, hissing at himself for stuttering.

"I uh" he coughed, attempting to clear his throat, "I, I'm sorry for disturbing your search" he flicked his tail toward the two before curling it around himself, finally looking into the others faces. It was at the moment he noticed the strange markings around the single green eye on the watcher.

"It's no problem," the calmer one replied. He looked as if he were about to continue, before the trash Eevee popped "hey, have you gotten food today?"

He blinked, thinking about all that happened since dawn. Dawn, when his trai- ex-trainer had learned the news.

"I.. haven't?" He tried, not wanting to test his luck. They were strangers, he had to be cautious.

"Here!" The other dove back into the trash. He leaned over frantically, thankful to see the pokeball halfs had sunken out of sight. If they ever asked why he was in there, he would just tell them he was looking for food.

No one would find out the true reason. Well.. maybe two others, but that would have to wait till he found them again. He would find them again.

The walking trash pile hopped back up, dropping what seemed to be a freshly thrown away berry skewer at his feet.

He looked up, alarmed "no, I couldn't-" "oh don't worry" the other's purr sounded like a motorcycle "we'll survive without a few berries."

While he was still uncertain, his stomach grumbled with hunger so he bent down and took a bite of closest fully intact berry. When the sweet familiar taste hit his mouth, he barely stopped the tears. Arceus really had to do that, didn't they.

"Everything ok?" He looked up from the Pecha berry, the special marked Eevee looking at his watery eyes with concern.

"Y-yes, just haven't eaten anything this sweet in a while" he lied quickly, finishing what he could before pushing towards the others "here, might as well not let this go to waste" he smiled.

The marked Eevee hummed before taking a bite from a nearby Oran berry.

After a bit, the dirty Eevee spoke a question he knew was coming "so, you said you had a trainer, do you have a name?"

He paused, thinking, before shaking his head "she never gave me one."

The others nodded in understanding. He looked out at the people walking in the street, passing by with no clue of the trio sitting on the dumpsters.

He didn’t have a name, not to them at least. To them, he would be the Eevee that they found, the Eevee they took in, the Eevee one day they would realize they see as a brother, the Eevee that would inevitably disappear in the back of a truck

One day there would be another family, they would know him as Virgil, Virgil who they found in the forest, Virgil who followed them everywhere, Virgil who got caught finally by his own free will

But no one would know him as Star but his original family. No one would know him as Star, the being who hatched into the world with an angry scream that was not his own, Star, the one who fell in love with the sky on his first night of his existence, Star, the one who found family and then was ripped away from it in his sleep

Star, who would keep searching till the ends of the Earth to find his family.

But for now, he was just a strange looking Eevee in a strange situation, hiding his name from everything and everyone, and that was ok.

He glared at the crowd of humans walking by peacefully. There was only one thing left from his life with.. with the Dragon, one thing he would keep

He would never trust another human again.

#the moon has spoken #the moon has writen #WOAH THATS A TAG THAT EXISTS #sorry it honestly feels like its been forever since i wrote #do not post to another site #i will post it where i want it posted on the account i want it posted on #alright long list o tags? NO CLUE K LETS GO (someone let me do this tagging at 2am who did it)#teaming the pieces together #sander sides #sanders sides #pokemon #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #DO NOT ADDITIONAL TAG FOR ANY OF THESE THREE LIKE 'TWs' OR DUKEDONTLOOK PLEASE #it makes me really sad especially since they're super sympathetic in this AU #i feel like i wrote their encounter in a bad way hekkkk but i also dont wanna rewrite it #theyre Eevees not humans go awayyy #food tw #eating tw #garbage #trash #please tell me if i missed any tags #also please tell me if i went to exstreme in any area (includeing my ramble in the tags)#im a growing writer and also really tired right now ao i might have ssid something too extreme and if i did #im honestly very very sorry

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