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fujii-draws · 5 months

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Regrets

Summary: As golden orbs of light brought an end to Dusknoir’s existence; he’s confronted with a thought. One he’d long been avoiding since the day he arrived in the world of the past, and came in contact with two young, small Pokémon. The same two he’d eventually come to grow fond of, only to betray as part of his mission. As he’s forced to finally confront it in his isolation, Dusknoir finds himself coming to an epiphany. One he’d been denying for a very, very long time.

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‘Aimilios... Ribbons...’ The ghost type melancholically lamented to himself. ‘They… did it….’

The black, paralyzed skies had begun to shift as the morning came. Rays of light hit the ghost type’s body; although numb, even he’d felt the warmth of the sun course through him. Time was finally moving again… and all Dusknoir could do was helplessly watch as his body faded; the light bringing an end to his existence.

Dusknoir cannot describe the emotions he’s feeling. Proud…? Accomplished…? Fearful….?

Damn it all. Arceus… if only he’d realized the mistake he was making. If only he’d defied Primal Dialga and had his change of heart sooner… perhaps those two would’ve still…. The three of them could’ve been-

No.

It’s over.

He ruined it.

…Dusknoir turns his head slowly, his gaze falling on to Grovyle; the reason he decided to go against Primal Dialga’s wishes in the first place. The reason he lived; for what would perhaps be the first time in ages… Had it not been for his speech back at the icicle pillars…Dusknoir doesn’t even want to think of the calamity that would’ve ensued. He continues to stare at the slowly disappearing grass-type, almost thoughtful.

“Grovyle…”

The grass-type’s eyes meet the black specter’s pained expression.

“My M-my life… Did it shine….?”

Dusknoir wanted to hear it from Grovyle. He wouldn’t feel satisfied, or even happy hearing it from himself. The ghost’s self-hatred was deep rooted enough as it was. Especially after all of what he had done. He needed a second opinion.

“…Yes.” The lizard Pokémon smiles, softly reassuring Dusknoir in what would be his final moments. “…Extraordinarily.”

…Dusknoir, despite not believing Grovyle, chooses to do so. Offering a small smile back at his old friend. “Grovyle… Thanks to you…..”

He pauses.

“…I have no regrets.”

…Dusknoir starts to feel himself slipping away completely; his physical form fading into illuminated lights in the sky as he draws his final breath… His death is almost comforting... At least- it would’ve been, had he made peace with his unspoken feelings… towards them. Even when he’s disappearing. Even when he’s dying…

He still couldn’t tell the truth.

One regret.

He had all but one.

…And now, he’ll never see them again. Never be able to tell them how sorry he was. Never be able to tell those two how much they meant to him… what they actually meant to him.

How foolish was he…? To get attached like this…? To care so much about their futures as well as his…? ..He couldn’t even admit how much they mattered to him in his final moments… Dusknoir grunts. really is just a liar, isn’t he? And that’s all the two will remember him for. Their scornful expressions when he’d laughed at their misery during their confrontation in the future. Their looks of betrayal. Tears rolled down the eevee and riolu’s faces as they unhinged their claws and teeth at Dusknoir. To think at the time, he found their reactions simply hysterical…

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“YOU LIAR..!”

“W-WE TRUSTED YOU..!”

“Pray tell… who’s fault is that?” Dusknoir sneered. “Not once had I asked for your background, or your names.”

Dusknoir began to float menacingly towards Aimilios. “Last I recall, you were responsible for your own partner’s downfall.”

“I-I….”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE…!!”

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…Now all he feels is a sharp pain stabbing through his chest recalling that horrible memory.

If there was a heaven or hell; the latter would be awaiting him right about now.

Speaking of…

Dusknoir opens his eye, attempting to browse his uncanny surroundings. What meets the ghost-type is… emptiness?

“…What on earth..?” His eye wanders down to his body.

…He appears in what looks like a pitch-black void. Dusknoir himself would’ve blended right in with the endless abyss had it not been for the yellow outlines distinguishing the features of his silhouette-like shadow… the same exact hue of yellow lights that’d been responsible for his disappearance moments ago… it’s almost as if he’d become a ghost all over again... He’d find the circumstances slightly amusing had it not been for his current dilemma. Dusknoir stares at his golden-laced hand, before contemplating something.

‘…Perhaps..’ Dusknoir thinks to himself. ‘Perhaps… it’s better this way…’ He knows it’s selfish. He knows he’s being a coward. But… now he doesn’t have to face Ribbons and Aimilios. He doesn’t have to look at those same faces that once revered him with such adoration; now fear, in the eyes… And yet… The thought of never seeing those two again… why does the thought bring him so much unnecessary pain? They were only means to an end to begin with- so why does he even CARE?!

“…GWOOH.. GWOOOOH..!!!” The ghost-type’s head begins to throb uncontrollably; Dusknoir clutches his head; nearly identical to how he did when breaking down in the midst of Grovyle’s speech. He clutches his temple harder in a feeble attempt to satiate the pain. Why couldn’t he just stop…? He’d tried so hard to detach himself from Ribbons and Aimilios once he realized who they were... Yet like a complete and utter fool; he stayed close. So close to an eevee and riolu he was ordered to execute. Why couldn’t he just forget about those two…? It would hurt so much less. They were means to an end to begin with- so WHY?!

“B-BLAST IT..!”

He slams both of his fists on the onyx colored ground beneath him in frustration. The yellow outlines of his body begin to glow violently as he draws heavy, shallow breaths.

…Dusknoir is suddenly plagued with a memory- of those two. He… remembers the eevee and riolu smiling widely; at him no less. It was… around the time when he’d referred to them as his ‘friends’. A mere front to gain their trust. Dusknoir recounts just how overjoyed they looked… and how that happiness made something in his chest hurt for a split second. He didn’t have to give them false hope. He didn’t have to play this ruse as far as he did… and yet. There was a small, foolish part of him that genuinely enjoyed it; and an even smaller part of him that knew he’d regret it.

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“You mean it?!” The riolu beamed. “You’ll really help us?!”

“But of course!” Dusknoir smiled, placing a hand on his chest. “I offer you two, my full cooperation!”

Dusknoir watched as the two Pokémon whip their heads towards eachother; almost trying to confirm the other’s disbelief. They look back at him; tails wagging rapidly in unison— before Ribbons excitedly jumps onto the ghost-type. Dusknoir nearly stumbles from just how sudden it was. Despite this, he catches her with his quick reflexes.

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” Ribbons cheered. “You have no idea how much this means to us!”

Dusknoir recollected himself; before putting a hand on each of the overjoyous Pokémon’s heads.

“I’m… glad to hear. Truly.” A lie, obviously…but even he couldn’t help but smile a little at their shared enthusiasm.

“By golly..! Huff… huff…”

All three of the Pokémon had turned their heads to the out-of-breath Bidoof. Dusknoir immediately put Ribbons and Aimilios down; a slightly embarrassed blush crossing the ghost’s face as he brushed himself off coughing, returning to his more professional, stoic-like persona.

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…He didn’t have to play with their emotions. He could’ve just as easily stayed acquaintances- kept his distance- but no. He just had to enjoy spending time with them. He had to get closer to them. He had to remember their favorite foods. To enjoy laughing with them until his stomach became sore, protecting them, watching over them, loving them as if they were…

Were…

…Dusknoir can’t help but hold his hand under his eye. He… he really did care those two... As if they were his own… his own…

“….Hoh…”

His train of thought comes to a complete halt. The idea of those two? Seeing him that way? After what he had done? After the horrible things he’s said…?

“Ho..Hohohaha..! HOHOHOHA-HA-HA-HA!”

His laughter becomes more and more erratic; holding one hand under his eye as the other grips his head- his cackles echoing into the never ending void.

“HAH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahaa…!“

Dusknoir’s broken laughter echoes throughout the void; until there’s nothing left but silence. Both of Dusknoir’s hands now cover his face as he crumbles to the ground. A shell of what was once the ‘Great Dusknoir’… was nothing more but the husk of a broken ghost. Too selfish and weak to do the right thing; and stand by the only two Pokémon who were willing to trust him with their lives… He wishes the endless abyss he was in would just swallow him already.

“Aimilios…Ribbons…” Dusknoir’s voice cracks; calling out for the ones he’d hurt.

…They deserved so much better than him. He didn’t deserve them. And to think in the beginning, they’d been the ones who were trying to prove themselves to be worthy of him... When it’d been the other way around this entire time. How ironic.

How absolutely ironic.

…Which reminds him-

“Ribbons…!” His head shoots up in a panic; his eye filled with worry.

She had already disappeared at this point, didn’t she..? In front of Aimilios no less..? He can’t even begin to fathom how horrible it must’ve been for both of them… at such young ages… maybe if he’d assisted them on their perilous journey to Temporal Tower…. he could’ve been there to remedy the weight of their situation… but of course instead, he used it in a pathetic attempt to beg for his life. Dumping everything onto Ribbons in a last ditch effort to save his own ghostly skin… in the small desperate hope she’d finally understand why he…

…Selfish.

So selfish.

Of course his train of thought immediately went straight back to him. He can’t think about anyone’s wellbeing except for his own. His ‘self preservation’. His ‘life’. Nevermind all of the Pokémon he was going to deny the futures of. He was at risk. So they all had to pay for it. Because of his cowardice.

This was his atonement.

He deserved this.

Dusknoir closes his eye. Maybe in his next life he’ll be a decent Pokémon. One worthy of respect. Of adoration.

Of love.

“Gah...”

Dusknoir groans. Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden..?

Wait.. cold?

He sees… ice… and feels… wind?

‘…What..?’

He slowly gets up; using his hands to suspend himself in the air. He looks around- only to see himself back.

Back on the mountain.

He stares at his hands for an indeterminate amount of time before they begin to tremble. His expression contorted into one of self-loathing and confusion.

“W-we’re still here…” His fingers curl into fists.

“I didn’t disappear…! Wh-Why?!”

Dusknoir shouts; almost disgusted by the fact he was revived- rather than questioning how it was even possible in the first place. No. He doesn’t- He shouldn’t be here. It must’ve been some kind of mistake… That’s it. There’s no other logical explanation for why he should be still here. Perhaps the higher being that brought him back into this world will immediately realize their error, and make swift work of him.

“We… we truly are still here…” Grovyle lamented, breathing a sigh of what would be an overwhelming rush relief. Celebi begins to flutter her wings happily around the grass-type.

“Wonderful!! I don’t know why we were fading and didn’t disappear…” She twirls, overjoyous now having gained all her strength back. “…But everyone is safe!! Oh my beloved..! Isn’t this just an amazing wonderful thing?!”

Grovyle chuckles heartedly. “It is.”

Unfortunately among the three; the ghost type was not experiencing the same joy as the grass type pokemon. Dusknoir had been drowning out half of their words of cheer and relief with thoughts of contempt. Self-depricational thoughts clouded the ghost-type’s mind as he kept searching for logical answers for his revival… Everyone else made sense. But why him of all Pokémon..?!

“Why..? Wh-Why me..?” Dusknoir whispered to himself dejectedly; mirroring his words from when his Sableye ‘betrayed’ him.

The only difference being how genuine it was.

Pr- Dialga had appeared to explain the whole situation to the trio. Once that had been done, Grovyle, and Celebi walked and flew individually near the edge of the mountain to feel the sun on their skins; their accomplishments finally having been paid off, soaking in the sun…

……Dusknoir, however; had stayed in the exact spot he’d been revived. His thoughts plagued him. This was not his victory. This was not for him to enjoy. What was he to do now..? Live his life as if nothing happened..? As if he didn’t hurt countless Pokémon..? Guilt had almost immediately begun to eat away at the ghost-type. He looks down at his hands one last time... Perhaps death would’ve been too good for a despicable Pokémon such as himself. The torment of being alive, and living with what he had done seemed like a fitting and ironic enough punishment… but that wasn’t what truly scared him.

Far from it, in fact.

Without a doubt in Dusknoir’s mind; Grovyle and Celebi would want to return back to the past… perhaps not this very instant; but at a given point. And when that time finally arrives…

Dusknoir stares at the Passage of Time facing him. Almost mocking him.

…He’d have to face them.

“…” Dusknoir clenches his fists tightly; his brow furrowing.

…The mere thought of confronting those two again- No no no no no. He- he should have disappeared. Death would’ve been a mercy. He can’t face them- not again. Looking at the same two children he tried to slaughter with his bare hands mere hours ago face-to-face..? Dusknoir’s fists tremble as his terror consumes him. What would they say..? Let alone think..? They’d run at the mere sight of him. He…

He doesn’t want to scare them.

He doesn’t want to hurt them.

He..

…Now he has something else to be afraid of.

#pmd eos #pmd writing tag #Another Dusknoir-centric fic I worked on!!! :D I hope you like it!!#this took me like a week on and off #also second time writing!! YIPPEE!!!#I’m still not as good but I’m still having lots of fun and learning !!#anyways. I need to see that old man on the floor writhing in agony.#/j BUT YKNOW #dadnoir

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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happy au steven mike n reader doing xmas stuff. tree decorating, cookies, etc. if it’s ok to go on from the last happy au ask, then maybe mikes egg hatched and is either lil baby charmander or is now a big strong charizard :> kinda wanted a cute lil thing with steven n reader under the mistletoe bc mike was like “LMAO this’d be funny” and hung it where he KNEW they would stand. also mini request could the reader have a shiny eevee companion? maybe as a gift from one of the boys? -galaxy(imoutofs

Aw yeah holiday sequel!

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It was Christmas time in Kanto, and every human and Pokémon in town was making their final preparations for the holidays.

You, Steven, and Mike had just finished decorating the outside of the brothers’ home, so now there were a few more things to add inside to get you all hyped for the season.

You never thought you’d be spending Christmas with them, of all people.

But after a rather awkward meeting with Steven, that ended with Miki and your Charizard becoming lovers and having a baby Charmander (who Mike raised to become a strong and powerful Charizard like her mother), here you were years later, having grown closer than ever.

Especially Steven.

Ever since Blue--and then Red--defeated him and became the new Kanto champion, he decided to settle for a quieter life with you, Mike, Miki, and the rest of his Pokémon team. It was much-needed “retirement” of sorts. The three of you went on vacations to other regions, the most recent being Galar, but returned home just in time for the holidays.

Of course, with both of your Charizards falling in love, it’s no surprise that you’d eventually develop your own feelings for Steven.

But the truth was that he also had a die-hard crush on you..one that Mike knew very well.

He’s been trying to motivate his little bro for a while to make the first move--to no avail. Despite being quite charismatic with his fans, Steven faltered on genuine romantic things, even though he fell for you because you were the only one who treated him like a person instead of a celebrity. It’s you who he could envision a future with.

He simply didn’t know how to take things further from here.

However, with tonight being Christmas Eve, Mike may have just discovered the perfect plan.

While you were taking cookies out of the oven, the Charizards were playing in the snow, and Steven was adding finishing touches to the tree, the brunette had strategically placed some mistletoe above a gift his brother accidentally left on the sofa. He forgot to put it under the tree when he got side-tracked by other matters.

‘All according to plan. This should work out just fine.’ Mike snickered, before heading into the backyard. He wanted to make an ice skating rink by using his Blastoise’s new Ice Beam attack.

Shortly after he left, Steven turned around and noticed the gift. “Crap, I forgot all about this one..”

“You forgot what?” You peeked out of the kitchen, taking off your mitts and leaving them on the counter. The cookies were cooling down now, so you decided to investigate what was going on in the living room.

He picked up the present and looked at you, standing rather awkwardly. “I was gonna put this under the tree but got caught-up in other stuff.”

“Oh! Is that for Mike or-?”

“You.”

“Awh, sweet!” Grinning, you took it from his hands, looking down at its spherical shape. “Y’know, in some traditions it’s okay to open one present on Christmas Eve.” Then you looked up at him, eyes shimmering. “Do you mind I choose this one?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure. Go for it.”

“Thanks!” You removed the wrapping paper, stuffing it into your pocket so you didn’t make a mess on the floor. And it was revealed to be a...

Pokeball?

“Huh..nice. Just what I always wanted.” You snickered sarcastically. “My very own standard pokeball.”

Steven was flustered, but before he could say anything, the device opened up by itself to reveal-

“...oh my gosh, is that a Shiny Eevee?!!!” Your eyes widened in shock for a few moments, before you hopped up and down in happiness, scooping the silver-furred Pokémon into your arms. “I love it!!”

It seemed just as happy to be your companion as it uttered a joyful “vee”, before wriggling out of your arms to curl around your shoulders instead. There, it nuzzled its nose against your cheek. You grinned and rubbed its ears. “It’s so cute. Thank you, Steven!”

You hugged him tightly, feeling him tense up for a moment before he returned the hug, smiling lightly. His heart was hammering in his chest at the closeness.

‘We fit perfectly in each other’s arms..’ His smile grew softer, wondering if this was now the right time..

But his eyes wandered up to the ceiling, and that’s when he realized...

There was mistletoe directly above you both.

“Huh, that’s funny.”

His face exploded into a blush as he looked back at you, seeing that you noticed it as well. And you just had a staring contest for what seemed like an eternity.

“Well..you know what they say about traditions.” You winked.

“I-”

But Steven was barely able to get a single word out, as you quickly pecked him on the lips. Only for a second, though this was a moment he’ll never get out of his head.

You were actually kissing him.

When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Awh, your face is as red as a Shiny Gyarados.” You teased softly. “Too bad you can’t hide it behind all your hair.”

Your Shiny Eevee seemed to agree, as it giggled at his flabbergasted expression.

“Now, what were you trying to say before?”

“...[y/n]..I-I...um...” Steven was completely tongue-tied right now.

There was a lot he wanted to say in this moment.

So much that he wanted to tell you-

-click-

Startled, you jumped out of each other’s arms and saw Mike standing there with his Rotom Phone, a grin spreading from ear-to-ear. “Oh that’s cute. I’m totally posting this on my Pokégram!” He laughed, though he tensed when Steven began fuming. “Now, now bro..what do we say?”

“Mike...”

“..uhhh...hey I-I think Blastoise is calling me!! H-He learned how to use telepathy now so bye!!”

“YOU GET BACK HERE!!”

Mike sprinted away laughing, while Steven chased him outside, hellbent on ensuring he didn’t post that image of you two.

All the while, you stood there with the Shiny Eevee still on your shoulder, petting its fur. “Heh, brothers..am I right?” You sighed, shaking your head in amusement.

“Vee, vee.” It nodded.

“...I hope he likes the Shiny Applin I found in Galar. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“Hmm...Eevee!”

#clanask #galaxy anon #pokemon x reader #pokepasta x reader #strangled red x reader #fluff #christmas

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ghostchanuwu · 2 years

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Some context for this au :)

I want to add on a bit more about the FoundFamily!Au on how/why Misty and Brock joined Ash and Gary on their journey

Misty finds Ash and Gary after having a particularly nasty run in with a flock of Spearow (plus a Fearow) trying to get to Viridian's Pokecenter but ending up taking a wrong turn leading to them both falling into the river that lead to Misty's campsite.She tries her absolute damndest to get both the boys and their pokemon (Eevee and Pichu) back to safety along with dodging Rocket Grunts patroling after hearing reports of Mew in the area but is able to get them to the Pokecenter in one piece.It wasn't even 2 hours after making it there that Rocket decided to break in (Jessie and James of course) along with a couple other grunts yelling about needing to "Take the Oak kid,he knows where Mew is",Misty is able to fight all of them off with the help of Joy (all Nurse Joys in this AU have mons for self defence) and realizes "Oh my god these two aren't going to get past Viridian Forest at this rate" and decides to join them acting as a mentor and a guardian being 4 years their seinor.

Brock on the other hand was found by Ash & Co via Gary sitting on what he thought to be a boulder but turned out to be a part of Onix's tail (she's a B I G snek) which got Brock's attention and oddly enough led to him apologizing and insisting that he was careless for leaving Onix out in the open like that (all three of them were slightly wierded out over his reaction),Ash eventually asked about the Pewter Gym and were he could find it and Brock of course giving directions but Misty did notice how quiet he got when mentioning it's Leader thinking it was a bit odd but figured it was because of his timid demeanor.After suffering quite brutal loses to the Pewter leader Ash and Gary decide to train near the waterwheel they found earlier that day and coming across Brock again who turns out was utilizing the abandoned shack by it as a shelter letting it slip that he's actually homeless.The boy's training was sped up signifigantly (week long period of time) with Brock and Misty assisting which resulted in Pichu evolving and both Pikachu and Eevee learning iron tail via Onix's teachings.During this time Brock let it slip once again that he used to in fact be the Pewter Leader but was forced to leave,Misty tried asking why he had to which caused Brock to completely freeze up and change the subject before she caught on (Gary asking about the braces around his left arm and ankle but got no actual response outside of "hiking accident").

The next day Ash and Gary won and got their badges but right as they were leaving they brought up the previous Leader and how they were actually trained by him which of course sent Flint into a rant about how "there's no way that failure could've contributed anything to your training" and "he should've been gone long ago",Ash and Gary were of course pissed off because how dare he insult their friend like that and at that moment Misty and Brock (who is absolutely terrified of being spotted) are both of course seen by Flint who just goes off saying "oh well guess the reject is back" and letting everything out about how Brock was kicked out and barred from his Leader position and that there isn't a damn thing that they can do about it.Misty now getting EXTREMELY pissed knowing how much work it takes to become a leader and is also a bit confused on how Brock was even barred in the first place absolutely lays into Flint (and not noticing that Brock had actually ran off after what his father had said).Ash & Co eventually find Brock near the waterwheel trying to stave off a panic attack (and some oddly harsh nervous tics) and asks if he wants to go with them,at first saying no but then quickly coming to terms with no longer being safe there decides to go with Ash's group for his own sake (and physical health not really being able to care for himself anymore),after going to the Pokecenter for one last checkup on the group's pokemon (and Brock making sure that he's able to travel plus picking up his allergy and pain meds) they leave Pewter never looking back.

#pokemon #ash #gary #misty #brock #FoundFamily!Au #I know Brock's is a bit longer but he does have a lot of stuff assosiated with his part #wasn't able to delve into Misty and Brock's depression aspects but it's a given with all the shit they had to put up with

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: Yes this is a shameless written work to make my application for a zine stronger, what of it?

Jokes, just kidding, but if you like my work please check out this internet form, linked here, to gauge interest in an x reader Haikyuu Zine I’m thinking of making!

Might make this a series too idk, I have a really good idea for Hinata and Kageyama

Osamu

* I feel like the first pokemon he ever got was an Eevee

* It was definitely a well thought out decision that he spent a lot of time thinking and debilitating about

* Since the region they live in is in the Hyōgo prefecture, which is in Kansai (which was sort of the blueprint Johto was based on) he might have considered Chikorita, or a Larvitar.

* A hardy pokemon who he could grow with

* Maybe even a pichu, which has three evolutionary stages, perfect for each period of his life

* But Osamu is still learning who he is, he’s always growing and changing

* So he goes with an Eevee, a versatile Pokémon that can grow and change with him

* No matter how hard he tries the Eevee sits on his shoulder all the time

* “Man, yer an affectionate thing ain’t ya?”

* After a while he just gets used to it, holding his arms out on instinct so he can carry his little fox

* At first he and Atsumu travel together but it becomes pretty apparent to him that while the occasional battle can be fun

* He doesn’t want to battle all the time

* Honestly the most fun thing is cooking and learning to make delicious dishes

* So they split up so he can learn more about cuisine and what he wants to do

* I can see Osamu having a larvitar and a lapras too

* The Lapras he got purely by coincidence, someone he met on the beach said that they breaded a Lapras but, it seemed to like to battle, would he like to have it?

* Osamu, who is usually a little lazy and apathetic towards everything, has stars in his eyes as he nods

* He raises it with a lot of love and care, and often doses off on it’s back on lazy days when Lapras wants to swim but he just wants to nap

* The Larvitar he hatches from an egg he got from a traveler

* I feel like it would be stuck in the Pupitar stage for a really long time

* To the point it starts to get frustrated that it can’t evolve

* “Don’t worry, these things happen when they happen, ain’t anythin’ to worry about” he says patting it softly

* Eventually it does evolve into Tryanitar, and like Eevee it’s very affectionate

* I think they all play a part in setting up/helping out at Onigiri Miya when Osamu decides he doesn’t really like battling anymore and just wants to cook and make delicious food

* The Tryanitar, though clumsy at first, serves orders, or at least tries to

* Osamu usually take Lapras to various islands and locations to get ingredients and learn different cooking techniques

* And the Eevee is sort of the mascot for Onigiri Miya

* I’m a little conflicted, because I can see Osamu keeping his Eevee an Eevee, saying something like:

* “You’re fine just the way you are, no need ta change if ya don’t want to”

* But I can also see the Eevee evolving into a Sylveon just from how much Osamu spoils and loves them

* He also has a munchlax somewhere around this time, that he found in the alleyway looking for scraps and basically adopted to be his taste tester in the restaurant

* “How’s this one? Better or worse than the first?”

* He’s super proud of his Pokémon either way

* And he loves them all equally

* Hanging on a wall in Onigiri Miya is a picture of him and Atsumu with their Eevees as kids, and a picture of Osamu with his Pokémon team

* It’s all very sweet

Atsumu

* Oh my god

* This dude is an impulsive hot mess

* You know how Osamu thought a lot about his starter Pokémon and what he wanted long term?

* Atsumu saw Osamu pick and Eevee and said

* “Me too, Ah want one of those too”

* But that’s about where the similarities end

* He can’t wait for his Eevee to evolve

* “Man a flareon would be bad ass, but Ah wouldn’t sneeze at an umbreon or anything”

* The Eevee does a Pokémon equivalent of a sigh before turning so they don’t have to look at him

* “Aw, don’t be like that!”

* Osamu and Atsumu travel together at first

* And I 100% believe Atsumu gets into a feud with an Aipom who’s always pranking and torturing him

* “‘SAMU THAT DAMN THING STOLE MA CLOTHES AGAIN!” He shouts before stomping into the woods, following the trail of clothes that the Aipom left behind

* Osamu raises an eyebrow as he continues stirring the curry

* “They’re just teasin’ ya ‘Sumu, they’d probably stop if you didn’t react like that” he mumbles under his breath, smiling when his Eevee bounds over to him

* The Aipom is just trying to get a rise out of him, and can you blame him? Atsumu is pretty easy to tease

* “Ah just wanna have a heart ‘ta heart with ya” He’ll say one day, hoping this will change things between them

* After baring his soul to the Aipom for over thirty minutes it gives him rather soulful eyes, before stealing his hat and a pack of crackers, and running off into the woods

* “Come back here dammit! Ah really liked that hat!”

* Osamu and the two eevee’s just watch

* “Well at least this is entertaining” he shrugs

* I can totally see Atsumu challenging every trainer he see’s to a Pokémon battle and being super aggressive about it general

* “We locked eyes! That means we have to battle, ’s the law!”

* “No it ain’t” Osamu says lazily beside him

* “IT’s tHe LaW!”

* He totally befriends a Totodile

* “‘SAMU, ‘SAMU, LOOK WHAT I CAUGHT!” He says, holding up his caught totadile who spreads their arms with a wide smile

* “Hmmm”

* “AIN’T HE THE COOLEST?”

* He just totally digs this weird creature

* They both have super chaotic vibes tbh

* Around the time he catches his third Pokémon, a scyther he got lucky enough to find, he starts getting impatient about his Eevee not having evolved yet

* “When are ya gonna evolve? It’s been years!”

* “Atsumu it’s literally been three weeks”

* “WEEKS!”

* He pouts when his Eevee sighs like she can’t stand his outbursts, and turns away from him

* “I’m just looking forward to seein’ who you become” he sniffles, and eevee’s ears twitch. Sighing she moves and sits on his lap

* She’ll give him the benefit of the doubt for now, he is her trainer

* He doesn’t say anything, just pats her head and smiles

* Halfway through, Osamu realizes he’s really not into battling, and that he’s more interested in learning about the different cuisines and dishes in every town they visit

* Atsumu is all about battling though, and after a while they part, with Atsumu going to compete in the league and get all the gym badges he can, and Osamu sails away on his Lapras to learn more about food

* His first night alone Atsumu is feeling pretty lonely, he’s never been without Osamu, when he hears a rustling outside his tent, he charges outside with his camping light expecting to see a thief, or maybe a member of team rocket or something

* But instead it’s just his Aipom

* His in the sense that it’s the Aipom that’s always tormenting him

* “Oh, it’s you,” he lets out a sigh of relief as he sits on the ground “well what do you want?”

* The Aipom frowns rubbing it’s head then pointing to Atsumu

* “Oh him? He’s gone, why ya miss his curry?” He grins, but the Aipom’s frown only deepens

* “Don’t ya get sad on me, he just had a different dream ‘s all”

* The Aipom looks at the ground for several second, a determined gaze when he looks up again

* Then he scampers over to Atsumu and perches himself on his shoulder

* “Ya wanna come with me?”

* Aipom only nuzzle it’s face into Atsumu’s neck, and he grins

* “Alright, sounds like a plan”

* After that, things get a lot more relaxed

* The time alone does him good and he matures

* He spends his time battling and learning from trainers he meets, battling the occasional team rocket goon, and getting the random egg from a townsperson he might meet

* He still has some childish tendencies

* “Damn it! How long am I gonna have to spend at this stupid lake looking for a dratini?” He shrieks, sitting on the edge of a pond in the safari zone. Eevee shakes her head, stretching after yawning. “And how am I supposed to catch anything with just these dumb pieces of bait and poke balls?”

* He sighs, and goes back to the task

* His exercise of patience works out though, because he managed to find a dragonair

* Atsumu still keeps his aggressive battling style, choosing raw power

* But it’s much more thoughtful and relaxed than it was at first

* “Nothing wrong with taking a break every now and then” he says to his Scyther as they widdle different wooden figurines

* It take a little over a year, in which time all of his Pokémon have evolved

* His totadile to a Feraligator, Scyther to a scizor, Dragonair to Dragonite, and his Aipom to an Ambipom

* The only one that hasn’t is his Eevee

* “That’s okay, take ya time, there’s no need to rush and grow up”

* There’s a possibility that his Eevee becomes an Espeon or even a Leafeon, but I think his Eevee decides to stay an Eevee, comfortable just the way they are

* He probably gets halfway through the Elite 4, before he has to start again, the second time with a typhlosion, and becomes league champion

* But he declines the position

* “Standing around waiting’ for someone to show up so I can battle them sounds boring, I’ll pass”

* He decides to go to different regions to meet more people and have more adventures

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #Atsumu Miya headcanons #Osamu Miya headcanons #Atsumu Miya #Atsumu Miya Pokémon #Osamu Miya Pokémon #Pokémon #haikyuu Pokémon headcanons #haikyuu Pokémon #superhero—imagines

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smartguy18 · 3 years

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Seeing those OC profiles for the Dakota Island on @prof-peach blog, I’ll jump in the scene as well ✌️

Meet Zakaria!

· Hailed from Southeast Asia, this 23-year-old person always wanted to do something that is beyond his comfort zone. As soon as he saw an ad about being a volunteer on the Dakota Island, he immediately signed himself up and departed to the island three days later.

· Upon arrival, he was greeted by the professor herself. But she didn’t actually have a specific job to offer just yet, but Grey heard this commotion and offered the job to him instead, asking him to help him out at the workshop. Peach actually cool with it as Grey may need extra hand.

· Today, he is an “Aspiring Assistant” (gave himself the title, much to Grey’s disapproval), helping on various day-to-day task, handyman work, repairing things, you get the idea… Critical thinker, hard worker, analyst and also able to work under pressure. Sometimes he’ll find a way to laze around, often lost in thoughts… Oh, and he is not a morning person either, Grey actually disapprove this as he usually wakes very early to restock the feeders for Pokemon and he really need his help to finish it faster.

· He currently have three Pokémon that he brought along, Zaid the Dewott, Atam the Umbreon and Malik the Emolga.

· Zaid has been his starter Pokémon since he’s started out as a trainer years ago. Decided to not evolve further for ‘personal reason’, he’s quite sensitive to that topic… (only Zakaria knows the exact reason) Other than that, he’s a loving Pokémon, always help Zakaria on all occasions and good with younglings. A bit of show off due to his nature, sometimes carried away if left unattended 😆

· Atam was his pet for quite sometime as an Eevee, then evolved into an Umbreon while exploring during his trainer’s days. He’s a fine gentleman, always calm and gentle, but rubbing his belly is a big no-no. He chooses on who is acceptable to pet him. If yes, he’ll start nuzzles on you. Prof. Peach have a hard time to earn her own “petting license” from him, but he’ll warmed up to her, eventually… Great scouter, useful for detect any dangers, alert to sounds and very, very.. uhhh, ‘clown-ish’ for a Dark type Pokémon. Have feline instinct and character, also purrs loudly 😆

· Malik was an unofficial Pokémon, mainly because he’s attracted to bird feeder that Zakaria’s built a year ago. After seeing this squirrel kept emptying the feeder, he changed the location and added some securities. But alas, somehow figured it out how to fish out the treats. Decided to keep him afterwards… A bit of oddball, extremely cheeky😆, very smart and affectionate to others (if food is offered afterwards…) Malik often hang out at Zakaria’s shoulder, sometimes at Grey’s head, thinking that it is a cosy ‘nest’. Self-proclaimed ‘Speedster’ claimed to be the fastest Emolga alive (yeah right XD). Always assists Atam when scouting the area, when he spots a potential danger, he’d warn Atam first before head back to Zakaria.

· Grey actually glad that he have extra pair of hands as he can concentrate on other harder task. He usually gave mundane or daily task to him while he handle the rest. Their biggest achievement is when they both built an automatic watering system for Pokémon and the crops using the windmill as a generator. Took 6 months to complete and they were proud of it

So that’s it for my OC for the Dakota Island volunteers. I hope you’ll like it!

#pokemon headcanons #prof-peach #dakota island #my OC #umbreon #dewott #emolga

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eevee-eclair · 3 years

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Don’t Look Me in the Eyes

Written by Eevee

Things to look out for: Blood, stitches, bandages, fighting, screaming, Ranboo goes feral, Unsympathetic!Dream (just incase), Dadza, Big Bro Techno, a long day, mention of L’manburg (RIP), mention of death/torture, spoilers for a book (Eragon), hunger, fever, (please tell me if I missed one)

Random side note: The small mini fic I planned for this to be was thrown out the window. Have at this, I guess. This is my first time writing for this fandom too, so if I get stuff wrong (more specifically the characters wrong) please forgive me. (More at the end)

Also consistency? Who’s that?

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Ranboo walked outside, feeling weighed down by everything. It had been a long day. L’manburg was gone, he still didn’t know if Techno was gonna kill him or not—let alone trust him—, and even though he was living with Phil and Techno he didn’t have a house, just a small shed. Oh, and on top of it all, he promised one of the most powerful people on the server something he might not be able to provide.

Ranboo sat down in the snow and covered his face, trying not to scream or cry. He heard the soft crunch of snow under two pairs of feet coming closer.

“Ranboo?” He recognized the voice as Phil’s.

Someone crouched next to him. “Hey, you good, bro?” That was Techno.

He let out a pathetic sigh. “It’s just too much,” he mumbled.

Ranboo registered Phil putting his wings around him, trying to comfort him. If he was being honest, it was making him feel trapped.

“Yeah... We’re sorry about that,” Techno said, messing with his braid. “But it had to be done.”

He lifted his head, still not looking at them but he could feel their gaze. It made him feel uneasy, so he let out a small grunt—almost Enderman like. “Just because it was necessary doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,” he grumbled. There was a slight edge to his voice.

Phil sat down. “It’ll be okay. Healing takes time so you’ll be okay eventually!” He was trying to cheer him up but it was only making him feel worse.

Ranboo pulled at his hair, his eyes glowing a little. “I’m tired of waiting!” he wailed. “It hurts!”

Techno sighed. “We know, Ranboo. We’ve both been there,” he said, looking at Phil. “It takes time, but it’s worth it in the end.”

The hand he placed on his back was the final nail in the coffin. Ranboo stood up and let out a cry that sounded exactly like an angry Enderman. His eyes were bright and he looked almost in pain.

Phil jumped away and drew he sword while Techno drew his rocket launcher. “Ranboo, i-it’s okay!” Phil tried to reason. “Just-just calm down!”

Ranboo drew his sword and screamed again.

Techno put a rocket in. “Put the sword down,” he said, aiming for his chest. “Don’t make us do this, Ranboo.”

Phil was going to say something else when he made the mistake of looking at his eyes. Ranboo ran at him, almost as if he wasn’t controlling his actions. He blocked every swing he threw but was quickly tiring. He was just too fast. Techno fired the rocket and it hit Ranboo square in the back, trying to help Phil.

Ranboo screeched loudly, causing the other two to cover their ears. He ran at him, angrier than ever.

“Techno, log out!” Phil cried, following his own advice and leaving the game. Techno quickly copied, leaving Ranboo alone.

When they got back, Ranboo was face down in the snow. His sword was stuck in the ground next to him as red and green blood soaked the snow around him. They ran over, horribly worried.

“Oh god,” Techno muttered, crouching next to him. He noticed blood coming from his mouth as he flipped him over. “Shit, what did we do?”

Phil covered his mouth and fell next to him. “Ranboo, please wake up!” he begged, shaking him a little.

“He’ll be out for a while.”

They turned to see Dream standing over him. The sun hit his back, making him look more powerful than he was. The axe in his hand dripped with the blood that definitely belonged to Ranboo.

“What did you do?!” Phil cried, hugging the unconscious body of their friend.

“I saved you,” he said simply. “He would’ve killed us all if I hadn’t stepped in.”

Techno stood up. “We’re miles away from everyone and we had already logged off. Who the fuck were you trying to save?!” he spat.

Dream turned to him, that mask blocking all emotions. “Myself? Himself? Couldn’t you see how unstable he was?” he asked, shoving his axe into the ground.

“We had it under control,” Phil hissed. “Go away.”

Dream laughed a little before grabbing his axe and shrugging. “Alright. You’re welcome by the way,” he said over his shoulder as he walked away.

Phil and Techno watched him walk away before they turned their attention to Ranboo. They just realized the large cut that stretched from just below his collar bone to just above his hip.

Techno quickly ripped his cape to stop the blood that was oozing out. Thankfully, it wasn’t one of his good ones.

“It doesn’t look that deep so he might be fine,” he told Phil, looking up. “But I can’t promise anything.”

Phil nodded, running his fingers through Ranboo’s hair. He was being horribly reminded of Wilbur at the moment. “Okay,” he whispered. He wiped tears from his eyes. “J-just try, please...”

Techno stood up and tried to pick him up and pry him away from Phil. “Come on, I can’t help him if you don’t let go,” he said gently, keeping in mind how Phil must be feeling.

Phil reluctantly let him go, his wings drooping as he watched Techno carry him into the house. He looked away from the red and green trail that was left behind.

———

Techno quickly put some slabs down to lay Ranboo on. He dug around for bandages, water, and a healing potion before walking over. He peeled back the cloth that had stuck to the wound before he started to clean it.

Phil walked in and leaned against the wall, watching him work. He was silently crying and became more worried when Techno drew in a sharp breath.

“What is it?” he asked, running over.

Techno looked at him and frowned. “It’s gonna need stiches,” he told him, digging through his chests.

Phil started to bite his nail as he watched Techno pull out a needle and thread.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Phil looked up. “What now?”

“I have nothing to numb the pain...”

“He’s unconscious, he won’t feel it,” he said, but he was still just as nervous.

Techno but his lip. “I don’t want him waking up in pain, though.”

Phil sighed. “Then splash him with regeneration after.”

Techno nodded and grabbed another. “Okay then...”

He threaded the needle before walking closer to Ranboo who was still out cold. He managed to get six stitches in before he let out a heavy sigh and stepped away.

“I can’t do it, Phil... I can’t risk hurting him,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“And I can’t risk losing him!” Phil responded, picking up the needle and finishing what he had started. “I lost Wilbur and Tommy! I’m not losing another son!” he cried as he sewed.

Techno decided not to mention him calling Ranboo his ‘son’. He looked at the fire and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Phil tied the thread and started to wrap Ranboo in bandages. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay, you did nothing wrong.”

He wanted to argue that all three times he lost a ‘son’ was his fault, but he decided that was a conversation for another day. Instead he walked over with the splash potion. He threw it at Ranboo and they watched his face that was previously screwed up in pain, melt into relief.

“No we just gotta wait for him to wake up,” Phil said. Then he turned to Techno. “Come on, let’s go find something to do while we wait.”

Techno followed him downstairs, both worried about whether or not Ranboo would live. They were praying he does.

———

Ranboo woke to a pounding headache and a horrible pain in his torso and back. He tried to sit up but immediately fell back down with a strangled cry as the pain in his chest flared up in protest.

Breathing heavily he looked down to see bandages wrapped around his whole chest. He shakily reached over and touched them. He hissed in pain and laid his head back down.

He looked around and came to the horrifying realization that he was back in Techno’s house. A million different senecios raced through his head at once.

Had Techno tired to kill him and Phil saved him? Did he do something stupid and since Techno needed him to get the axe back he saved him? Did he save him to do something worse to him later?

Ranboo was pulled from his spiraling when he someone snapped in front of his face. Looking over he came face to face with Phil with Techno right behind him.

“Ranboo, it’s okay. Calm down,” he soothed, sitting next to him.

“W-what happened?” he asked quietly, lifting his head. His voice felt raw and cracked horribly.

Techno looked at him in sympathy. “You don’t remember?”

He shook his head. “I-I remember you guys trying to h-help me with... something...” he mumbled, looking at the ceiling.

Phil bit his lip. “You kinda... Snapped. You tried to kill us, too,” he added hesitantly.

Ranboo’s eyes widened. “Phil I-I’m so so sorry!” He looked at Techno. “I-I didn’t mean to! Ple-please don’t kick me out,” he begged, trying to sit up.

Both Phil and Techno phushed him back down. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay!” Techno reassured, grabbing his shoulders. “I’m not gonna kick ya out, dude. Don’t stress yourself.”

He dug around in one of his chests and pulled out an empty bottle. He jumped down the ladder and filled it before climbing up and offering it to Ranboo. “Here, drink this,” he said, helping him sit.

Ranboo winced as he was sat up and leaned into Phil for support. He took it the bottle, almost afraid of it, before drinking. It was empty too soon but he felt better anyway—even if it burnt a little. “Thanks,” he muttered. “That’s a lot better...”

Techno took the empty bottle and Phil wrapped a wing around him. “How do you feel?”

Ranboo looked at him tiredly. “Not good... I’m sorry again, by the way. If you guys want to kick me out, I understand.”

Phil started to run his fingers through his hair, earning him a soft content hum. “It’s alright, we won’t make you move. Can I see how you’re healing?” he asked, changing the subject.

He nodded and laid back down. Phil got up and looked around for scissors. He couldn’t find any so he settled for a diamond axe and walked back, ready to cut the bandages off.

Ranboo took one look at the sharp object and a frightened Enderman-like croak came from him. He stopped moving and lowered the axe. “Ranboo..?”

“I-I’m sorry, the axe just makes me nervous...” he muttered. Again, there was a slight darkness in his voice.

Techno nodded. “Understandable. After what you just went through, I’m not surprised. Use a hoe, Phil,” he said, looking at him. “They’re still sharp.”

Phil quickly tossed the axe in a chest and dug for a hoe. He found a stone one, deemed it sharp enough, and walked over. This time, Ranboo stayed still but he still looked nervous.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Phil said, slicing the bandages away. As he peeled them back he took a good look at the stitching.

Ranboo’s eyes widened and he went a little pale. “Wh-what happened?” he stammered, not taking his eyes off the thread holding him together.

“Well, after you started to attack us, Phil and I combat-logged to see if that would calm you down. I guess in that short time we were gone, Dream found you and almost sliced you in half with his axe. Which explains why you were nervous when Phil tried to use one,” he explained while Phil checked the wound.

A small ‘oh’ was all he could say. He looked shaken, in Techno’s opinion.

Phil stepped back. “I hate to interrupt, but it’s not looking the best. It needs cleaned so it has a less chance of being infected,” he said, looking for something to use.

Techno handed him the rest of his torn cape. “Just use this, it’s ruined anyway.”

He took it and went downstairs to wet it down. When he came back, Teachno looked panicked. He quickly ran over.

“What’s wrong?!” he asked. “Is he okay?!”

Techno stepped away. “I don’t know! He said he was tired so I grabbed a pillow to put under his head and when I went back I touched his cheek. He’s burning up!” he said.

Phil quickly ripped the soaked cloth in half and laid the smaller bit on Ranboo’s forehead and used the other to clean the wound.

Looking down, Ranboo had fallen back asleep despite the chaos. “Hand me a healing potion,” he said, looking at Techno.

He nodded and handed on to him. Phil popped the cork and poured it over the wound, hoping it would help. “Bandages,” he requested, holding out his hand. Techno handed him some and he wrapped them around Ranboo’s stitches before tying them off.

“That should work. When he wakes up again, he can eat.” He turned to go outside when Techno stopped him. He looked scared.

“Please don’t leave,” he mumbled after a moment.

Phil pulled him into a hug. “I won’t,” he said, putting his wings around him. “I won’t leave, but I have to get a bucket of water to keep him cool so the fever doesn’t get worse, okay?”

Techno nodded and let him go. When he returned with the bucket of water, he was sitting next to Ranboo and reading a book. Phil smiled and put a block down to sit on.

“Whatcha reading?” he asked as he took the cloth off his head and wet it back down.

Techno looked up, his reading glasses slipping down his nose a little. “Eragon.”

Phil nodded. “Care to read to me?”

He nodded and started to read out loud. That’s how they spent the next hour, Techno reading to Phil as he tried to keep Ranboo’s fever down. As he read, Techno started to forget about his worries and focused on Eragon and Saphira’s adventures.

———

“A dark liquid dripped from the tips of her fingers. Eragon knew it was blood,” Techno read. He yawned and closed his book. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” he muttered.

“But what happened to the woman in his dream?”

Both men jumped and turned to see that Ranboo was awake. He looked tired, but there was a small smile on his face.

“How long have you been listening?” Phil asked, taking the wet cloth away.

Ranboo shrugged. “Just that last bit.” He tried to sit up and winced.

Techno went to put his book away. “How do you feel?” he asked, taking the glasses off.

“Like shit,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. “I’ve got a headache, my throat burns, and my chest feels like it was ripped apart. Oh, and my back aches.”

Phil dipped the cloth back into the water and laid it on his head. “That’s to be expected. Would you like some water?” When Ranboo nodded he helped him sit up. “Okay, I’ll be back.”

Techno looked at Ranboo before digging through a chest and pulling out a baked potato. “Hungry?” he asked, offering it.

Ranboo nodded grabbed it, eating quickly. Phil returned and gently took the potato away, handing him the water. “Slow down, you’ll hurt yourself,” he said, smiling.

He started to drink and winced as it burned a little again, but kept drinking. When he was done he went back to eating the potato.

Techno and Phil pulled out their own food and started to eat with him. When they were all done, they sat back with Ranboo.

“Feeling better?” Phil asked. When Ranboo nodded he smiled. “Good. Can I change your bandages before you go back to sleep?”

He nodded again and laid down. Phil set to work with changing the bandages quickly. Afterwards, he saw that Ranboo was back asleep.

“We’ll have to remind him about this later,” Techno said after a while. “And I don’t think he’ll be happy about it.”

Phil sighed. “I know, but he might thank us later. At least he’s safe.”

Techno nodded and started to walk downstairs. “At least he’s safe...”

Phil watched him go before turning to the sleeping Ranboo. ‘He’ll be okay,’ he thought. Who the ‘he’, he didn’t know.

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THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY!!

I hope you enjoyed, please forgive me if things are wrong! I hoped you liked it!!

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orange-imagines · 3 years

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Rise Pokémon AU - Part 4

Last but not least, Donnie! I might come back to this and make some more HCs, but until then, my parting words: the Pokémon Essential Handbook is king @dusky-star

Donnie

Delcatty -Just like Raph has a weakness for dog Pokémon, Donnie has a weakness for cats. He also may or may not have been drawn to Delcatty because of her purple fur -She’s a bit spoiled. She’s classy and refined, so she doesn’t really make a habit of engaging in battles, but she could hold her own if she really wanted to. She mainly just likes laying around on Donnie’s battle shell and pulling on his mask tails to annoy him

Espeon -Donnie’s had her ever since she was an Eevee. She was the first Pokémon he ever caught, having found her living in an abandoned house and surviving off scraps. It took about a week, but he managed to convince her to trust him enough to bring her along with him -She’s very temperamental and doesn’t have a lot of patience, but makes an effort not to lash out at those on her team. She doesn’t appreciate anyone other than Donnie giving her affection, however, and has taken a swipe at his brothers before when they’ve tried petting her

Driftloon -Driftloon is Donnie’s most cheerful and excitable Pokémon. She likes flying around and swinging her strings in people’s faces, though most of the time she doesn’t mean to get in the way -it just happens because she’s so emotive. If she’s out of her Pokéball while they’re walking around, Donnie has to hold her strings so she doesn’t float away -She really likes wrapping her strings around people to hug them. She does it to Donnie all the time, and at this point he’s learned there’s no getting out of it. She has a very tight grip

Zebstrika -Donnie rescued her from an unauthorized Pokémon farm, and almost got electrocuted in the process. She was being used to power their generators, and even after Donnie managed to turn them off and free her, she almost mowed him down to get away. A few days later, he found her drinking at a nearby stream and offered her some food. Though still rough around the edges, she ended up going with him -She did not care about being a team player or really liking anyone at first. She’s distrustful, and it took her a long time to even warm up to Donnie and his team, but once she did she became very appreciative and protective of her teammates and trainer. She charges Donnie’s tech occasionally because it takes exactly three seconds of her time, but sometimes ends up overloading his power systems. That’s a risk Donnie’s willing to take, because she harbors so much extra energy that she often just needs any way to release it that she can get. She’s also Donnie’s strongest Pokémon

Porygon2 -Donnie found them hanging around an abandoned laboratory with a few other Porygons and Porygon-Zs. The group of them were experiments that the previous owner forgot to bring with him before the building fell into disarray, so Donnie took charge of sending them all back to the Professor from his and his brothers’ hometown, though Porygon2 was very adamant about sticking around -Since they’re an artificial science experiment, Porygon2 doesn’t really have a large basis for how they should interact with other Pokémon. They’re awkward, to say the least, but do really appreciate the affection they receive from the rest of their team -Donnie included

Rotom -Ever the little prankster, Rotom first saw Donnie as the perfect target because of the sheer amount of tech he possessed. He ended up following Donnie around for a day or so, constantly shorting out his tech and forcing him to stop and try to fix the issue, only for it to go haywire once again as soon as he packed everything back up. Eventually Donnie found Rotom hiding out in his system and just decided to catch him to fix the problem. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right? -Rotom still enjoys shorting things out to get a rise out of Donnie, but now that he’s on his team, he does it sparingly because he doesn’t actually want to piss his trainer off. Though he’s more than happy to short out the tech of anyone bothering him, or messing with Donnies’ brother’s phones per Donnie’s request. He gets along well with Zebstrika and Porygon2, and he and Zebstrika are always ready to help Porygon2 recharge their battery at a moment’s notice

#rottmnt #rottmnt imagines #rottmnt pokemon au #did you guys know. that espeon's fur feels like velvet. because I did not #anyway I love eevee and all the eeveelutions so Of Course I had get at least one of them in here #was gonna give Raph an eevee but he already had too many pokemon smh

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phcking-detective · 3 years

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Patreon Announcement

so since my big main fic If It Bleeds is coming to an end, I’m doing some different stuff on my patreon moving forward!

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anyone subscribed to my patreon can VOTE in the poll I have up. the TOP THREE WIPs will be written and published 1k at a time as $3 rewards. summaries of each WIP below the cut!

Pokemon AU: Gavin doesn’t need a partner, and he sure as shit doesn’t need a “psychic” criminal profiler from the FBI case-stealing when there’s a new pokemon trafficking ring in town. He’s determined to ice out the hack, but Richard “Nines” Stern turns out to be an ice queen already—except for how soft he is with his pokemon and Gavin’s own Eevee, who doesn’t want to evolve. And as Gavin’s Riolu attempts to court Nines’s Gallade, the kidnapped pokemon turn up crazed and violent, and a mysterious new shadow pokemon begins stalking them, both men realize they might need each other more than they thought.

Exorcist AU: Nines is a cocky young exorcist who knows better than textbooks, his mentor, and God himself. That’s why he summons an extremely high level incubus: to prove that his demon training techniques are vastly superior to the standard curriculum, write a kick ass thesis paper, and become the youngest exorcist to ever achieve tenure. Being asexual, he’s confident in his ability to resist the incubus’s seduction: all he has to do is not kiss, fuck, or perform oral on the demon.

Because any consumption of the incubus’s natural aphrodisiac sperm or saliva will not only physically affect his libido—sexual attraction or not—but also enthrall him under the demon’s control.

What Nines doesn’t realize is that such a high level incubus secretes this aphrodisiac into all of his bodily fluids, and even the lightest touch, the oils on his fingers, the sweat at his temple, it will all slowly build up and corrupt him …

Until Nines finds himself on his knees, desperate to suck the demon’s cock.

Human Pet AU: RK900 “Nines” is an android in want of a human. Rejected by the android-separatist groups for his designation as the ultimate deviant hunter, he must adapt to the new world order after the Revolution. That means selecting a human to sponsor to prove he is a good, responsible android capable of managing humans and deserving of authority.

Since he’s failed with five other human candidates already, Nines is in desperate need of a human who is just as dedicated to the job, who demands perfection, and preferably does not mind a lack of social niceties …

Gavin, formerly Detective Reed, is a human in need of an android sponsor. Captain Connor Anderson has made it very clear that is the only way he will ever get his job back. And the position won’t stay open for long, so he needs to adjust to this new world order, fast.

He needs an android who can take his anger in stride, break him down, and mold him back into the obedient human he needs to become. He did say he’d do anything to get his job back ...

HankCon Sequel: I have less info for this one, but it would catch up the hankcon fics to my reed900 series, eventually so that the timelines would be the same. It will focus more on Connor exploring his gender and sexuality, plus him learning how to be a better person toward people who aren’t Hank. There will also be nsfw scenes of Connor finally getting to suck Hank off like he always wanted, them having penetrative sex for the first time, and maybe even Connor trying out topping 😉

Geraskier WIP: Jaskier decides that this is the last night. If Geralt doesn’t wake up back to normal from the curse compelling him to let loose all his deepest darkest desires, he’ll just suck up the humiliation on both their parts and call Yennefer. If he can last that long without ruining their friendship, because an uninhibited Geralt wants to sniff him, and cuddle with him, and keeps smiling at him. Also, the big bad Witcher really, really wants to suck his cock. And Jaskier is but weak and wanting …

When Geralt wakes up in chains with the smell of Jaskier’s blood and cum fresh in his nose, he remembers the wizard forced him to lose all control and let loose “every repressed desire.” And how could the desires of a monster ever be anything good? He doesn’t know how he could ever possibly fix this, but he’s glad Jaskier at least managed to call for Yennefer and escape down to the river to clean himself up. He only hopes his friend hasn’t been broken by the experience …

#reed900 #patreon #gavin reed #dbh #detroit become human

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eeveejourneys · 3 years

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Journal Entry 1, Pewter

My journey has finally started, and I thought I’d keep this journal to help me remember everything that has happened so far. Though I suppose I should start at the beginning, in case someone finds this. My name is Adkyn Sharp. I grew up in Pallet Town and, for the most part, had a quiet unfulfilling first 12 years of my life. However, a few days before my 13th birthday, I was visited by a series of strange Pokémon. They looked a lot like letters, and they arranged themselves into a message before quickly disappearing again.

“RISE TO TOP”

Was this a sign from Mew? A message of my mission, my purpose, from a divine entity? Whatever it was, there was no way I was going to spend any longer in this town. Calling up some old family friends, I asked a favor from them, a specific birthday present. However, apparently I underestimated how many of them would show up, as tomorrow morning, I had not one, but three Eevees. Wanting to trust in the strength of my Pokémon, and knowing that I’d need as much help as possible, I set out with all three. I gave them the names FLARA, CASCADE, and STRIKE, for their apparent natures.

With my three Pokémon in hand, I left for the next town over, Veridian City, and along the way I made sure to have my Pokémon take regular rests, even when they felt like they had a ton of energy. Trust me, they were pretty dinged up, and needed to rest. The league isn’t going anywhere. After a few hours of fighting our way through Pidgey, Ratatta, and even a Pikachu I managed to catch, we eventually reached Veridian City, where we rested in the Pokémon Center for a while. Though it was time to take on Veridian Forest. Happy to report, we totally didn’t get lost, I just wandered around for the last few hours testing the ground!

Once we managed to reach Pewter City, I immediately took my team to the Pokémon Center. Can never be too careful, you know. With that done, I went to challenge the first gym, the Rock-type leader Brock. Though my Pokémon were faster, his were literal rocks, resisting all of the attacks we threw at them. It was only by kicking up massive dust clouds that we were able to dodge his Pokémon’s attacks and win. Though it wasn’t easy, coordinating my Pokémon’s position to dodge and counter attack. We did get the Boulder Badge for our trouble, so at the very least it was worth it. After an experience like that, we decided to rest in the city for now after another trip to the Pokémon Center.

You’re up next, Misty! Look forward to my challenge!!

- Adkyn Sharp

#story post #adkyn journal #pokeblog #[[this is probably the best onix i'll ever draw]]

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askkrenko · 4 years

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Krenko’s Guide to Pokemon: Poliwag Line

Ah, Poliwhirl, the main character of Pokemon.

...What, you thought it was Pikachu?

Well, sure, Pikachu became it, because people didn’t like Poliwag, Poliwhirl, and Poliwrath enough, but if you go back and look at the earliest Pokemon promotional material, you’ll find the Poliwag line everywhere, because Satoshi Tajiri himself wanted to push it as the big symbol of Pokemon and Evolution- the tadpole turning into a frog.

Back in the day, Poliwag’s line was inexplicably everywhere. There’d be toy lines of “Bulbasaur, Charmander, Squirtle, PIkachu, Meowth, and Poliwhirl.” Poliwhirl was on all the promotional material. Hell, when Pokemon was on the cover of Time Magazine, guess who was front and center.

But nobody actually liked Poliwhirl all that much so eventually the Pokemon company stopped putting it in everything. Eh, they can’t all be winners. DESIGN: Poliwag is actually super cute. It’s a tadpole with a spiral reminiscent of real tadpole intestines (visible through translucent skin) but not gross at all. Feel free to google that on your own time. I’ve decided not to share the picture here. The little feet show it’s just starting to turn into not-a-tadpole and it’s got a cute little mouth for blowing bubbles. I love Poliwag. Poliwhirl is... fine. Trading the tail for arms makes sense, but what I don’t really get is losing any semblance of a mouth. It just looks weird. Incomplete maybe. There’s something inherently offputting about Poliwhirl’s appearance and I honestly think it’s that it has no mouth, so it’s not clear that that big swirly thing is supposed to be its tummy.

Poliwrath is just a design I don’t like. It’s just Angry Poliwhirl. It’s thicker and has bicep, but it still suffers from the weird mouth issue that Poliwhirl does, and it doesn’t actually look like a different creature. It might just be the least noticeable change in an evolution in all of Pokemon. Seriously, look back and forth between Poliwhirl and Poliwrath quickly and tell me those are two different Pokemon and not just, like, the male and female variant of one. At least with Poliwrath I think I see where its mouth is sort of SUPPOSED to be, but with it closed so tight I can’t really tell. Its made even more confusing because Poliwag shoots “Water Gun” out of its mouth, but Poliwhirl shoots it out of its belly.

And then there’s Politoed. Politoed has a mouth! I approve. Unfortunately, I feel like Politoed diverges too much from Poliwag and Poliwhirl.

The coloration is entirely different, which would be fine if Poliwhirl wasn’t the exact same color as Poliwag, there’s suddenly a huge mouth, the hands and feet are three-fingered instead of whatever’s going on with Poliwhirl, and while there’s still a stomach swirl it’s not only less pronounced, it’s a different color. Now, I will say that overall I do like Politoed’s design. I think it’s a cool frog monster that’s clearly a frog but also has enough unique traits to be interesting. I just don’t feel that it looks like the frog Poliwag was destined to become.

Now, Shiny Politoed actually goes a long way to fix this just by being the same colors as Poliwhirl, but my general feeling here is that if Poliwag to Poliwhirl’s transformation involves big gloved hands and raised eyes, then the Poliwhirl to Politoed evolution should’ve kept those. Also, I don’t get why it has a single long hair. The Pokedex says that hair is proof of its status as a King, and it does evolve via King’s Rock, so maybe there’s some Frog Prince shenanigans going on there, but I just don’t see it. EVOLUTIONS: I love Branching Evolutions, generally, especially ones where you just get a choice. Poliwag to Poliwhirl is a normal level 25, and Poliwhirl to Wrath or Toed is Water Stone or Traded With King’s Rock... And I gotta say, I kind of hate “Trade with King’s Rock.” I don’t think I’ve gone into this yet but I’ll definitely say it a lot in the future: Trade evolutions that require additional items are a pain in the butt, a waste of everyone’s time, and there’s too many different items for them. Also, Trading is already a bit of a thing. Why not just make Poliwhirl evolve into Poliwag by using the King’s Rock like an evolution stone? You know there’s like 40 evolution items and most of them only apply to one Pokemon? And King’s Rock only applies to two.

Look, I understand and begrudgingly respect that, until they came to their senses in Sword and Shield, Pokemon didn’t want to include evolution methods that were attemptable and failable in an earlier game, like using a Leaf Stone on Eevee, but I will never understand while Sneasel needs a Razor Claw but Gligar needs a Razor Fang even though both work by being held items that trigger evolution on level up. And King’s Rock, Metal Coat, Upgrade, and Dragon Scale were what started this mess. And why the devil can’t Seadra become Kingdra with a KING’S Rock? Somehow Politoed is more king than Kingdra? Anyway, split evolutions are cool when they’re sufficiently different. Though Politoed and Poliwrath seem similar, they have a decently different move list and, most importantly, Poliwrath leans Physical while Politoed leans Special. TYPING: Poliwrath is a rather unique Water/Fighting combo which gives it a whopping seven resistances. Sure, this comes with five weaknesses, but if you play smart it means you can switch Poliwrath into a lot of attacks. Also, a Water/Fighting combo gives super effective coverage against seven types, and nothing resists both types. This is a really comfortable place to be. Politoed is pure water, which is fine defensively with four resistances and only two weaknesses, but with only three types of STAB coverage and three types that resist all its STAB attacks it’s going to have a much harder time putting out damage.

STATS: You know what’s weird? Poliwhirl has speed 90. Both Poliwrath and Politoed have speed 70. While it’s not unheard of for a Pokemon to have a stat decrease, especially a speed decrease, on evolution, Poliwhirl is the only Gen One pokemon to have this issue, other than Caterpie and Weedle who lose Attack and Speed upon cocooning but got it back in their final forms. Some Gen One Pokemon retroactively got it later, like Onix and Scyther both losing speed when they become Steel types, but Poliwhirl was the first. Anyway, actual stats. Both Poliwrath and Politoed have above average HP and below average speed. Poliwrath has comfortable defenses at 95 and 90, and a decent 95 attack. It’s not exactly a heavy hitter, but it’s good all around. Politoed has 75 Attack and Defense, just a bit below average, but a Special Defense of a good 100. Its Special attack at 90 is just a smidge lower than Poliwrath’s attack, but it’s still fine.

ABILITIES: For main abilities, both Poliwrath and Politoed have Water Absorb and Damp. Damp, as mentioned for Psyduck, is basically useless. It shuts off self-destructing moves, but those don’t really come up enough to matter. Water Absorb is just good. Water Absorb replaces their Water Resistance not with Immunity, but the ability to heal any time they’re hit by a water attack. In a normal battle, this lets them catch Water attacks even better than they’d be able to otherwise, and jump into them late game to heal. In a 2v2, this allows your ally to spam Surf, healing your Poliwhatever while also damaging both enemies. We’re going to see Water Absorb a lot in the future, and it’s always an entirely solid ability.... but both hidden abilities are worth talking about. Poliwrath’s Hidden Ability is Swift Swim, which doubles it speed in the rain, and it’s another ability a lot of water Pokemon have. Obviously this takes some setup to use, but Poliwrath’s speed is right at the level where it’s poor normally but suddenly really good with Swift Swim up. If your team can reliably trigger it, it’s a serious boost to Poliwrath’s overall effectiveness. Whether this is better than Water Absorb absolutely depends on your team. Politoed... gets one of the greatest abilities in the game. I said this when Ninetails came up, but if a has Drought, Snow Warning, Drizzle, or Sand Stream it’s automatically useful. Politoed is one of only three Pokemon with Drizzle, and while Kyogre is the Obvious Best of the three, it’s a Legendary that’s banned in many tournaments, so the competition is just Politoed and Pelipper- and honestly, they’re both entirely reasonable options. Drizzle is a free action Rain Dance. That’s it. And that’s all you need. Politoed comes out and oh look it’s raining. Now water attacks do more damage, fire attacks do less, and all those other fun rain abilities are triggered. Politoed is a strategy in himself, and even if his stats were much worse, Drizzle would still be reason to use him.

Unless you’re in a format where Kyogre’s legal in which case, to hell with the little frog.

MOVES: As always we start with our attacks. Poliwrath has two main fighting options, the defensive Drain Punch or the offensive Close Combat. As Poliwrath is a bit on the bulky side and not really strong enough to reliably one-shot things with Close Combat, I’d lean toward Drain Punch. For Water, Poliwrath gets.... Liquidation. It’s not impressive, but it’s STAB Physical. Poliwrath actually has a serious move problem in that many of its best moves are Special rather than Physical, but it’s physical attack stat is much higher. With a Swift Swim Poliwrath, Waterfall becomes a lot more desirable than Liquidation, as it’s likely to outspeed its foes, but if your Poliwrath isn’t built for speed, that Flinch is unlikely to happen. Politoed has this question a lot easier. It can learn Surf, Hydro Pump, and Scald, depending on which better fits your tactics.

Poliwrath’s coverage options are Darkest Lariat, Earthquake, Ice Punch, Rock Slide, and Poison Jab. Of these, Darkest Lariat works against Ghost and Fairy, Earthquake against Poison and Electric, Ice Punch against Flying, Grass, and Dragon, Rock Slide against Flying and Bug, and Poison Jab against Grass and Fairy. Obviously there’s no way to win them all, but Poliwrath can reasonably threaten a lot of types.

Politoed’s coverage options are Ice Beam, Psychic, Earth Power, and Focus Blast... But with guaranteed Rain Dance and STAB, it’s better off using Water against anything that isn’t Dragon, Grass, or Water. Nothing it has hits water, so Ice Beam is the only secondary attack it needs to pick up. (Politoed would be utterly busted if it could learn Thunder, but it can’t so... Ice Beam it is.) And then there’s the question of utility, and Poliwrath has a lot of it. Option A is Belly Drum. Belly Drum punches your pokemon in the gut, hard, dropping their HP in half... and raises their Attack by six stages. It’s a dangerous gambit, but Poliwrath is bulky enough and has enough resistances to give it a shot. Option B: Rest. Poliwrath can take a nap and heal to full. Lots of Pokemon can learn rest, but most Pokemon don’t have above-average defenses and seven resistances. Poliwrath can combine Rest with Sleep Talk (but don’t combine Sleep Talk with Belly Drum or you’ll just kill yourself,) in order to keep performing moves while asleep. Of particular note, Circle Throw changes from -6 Priority off of Sleep Talk to using Sleep Talk’s priority, making it a solid option that keeps your opponent from properly fighting back against your sleepy frog. With this strategy, using Scald over Waterfall or Liquidation becomes reasonable. The damage is much less, but Burning an opponent cuts their Attack and deals damage over time. Option C: Bulk Up. If you’re worried about the HP loss of Belly Drum, just Bulk Up instead. It’s weaker, but it raises Defense too, and then you can get back to Drain Punching. Politoed doesn’t have that much for utility options (though Perish Song, Protect, and Encore all have their uses) but that’s fine because the goal here is to just set up rain and then blast enemies with a water attack and Ice Beam or switch out into something that can better take advantage of the rain. You don’t need other utility when you have Drizzle. Take Splash for all I care. It doesn’t matter: Hydro Pump, Surf or Scald Ice Beam Whatever. Maybe take Rest and Sleep Talk, too. Politoed’s pretty bulky. It doesn’t really matter. Drizzle means that Politoed is secretly one of the strongest Special Attackers in the game. Just make sure you have a Ground type on the team so you can safely switch when you’re staring down an Electric type, because you do not want to eat a Thunder. OVERALL: Poliwrath and Politoed, despite being counterparts, are very different pokemon. Poliwrath’s near-unique typing, shared only with Legendaries, and solid bulk gives it an interesting defensive position, with a wide range of attack coverage. Meanwhile, Politoed has Drizzle, which makes a pokemon on its own. Everything else is just gravy. And I seriously wasn’t kidding about Poliwhirl being on EVERYTHING.

#Krenko's Pokemon Guide #Poliwag #Poliwhirl #Poliwrath #Politoed

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Season 5 Remix - Episode 2: Lip Synch Extravaganza Eleganza (eventual Jadore) - Eevee

Uhhhh. Hi? I’m back, for the three of you who remember me, I hope you weren’t expecting anything new in terms of content, I remain a one-trick Ponyta. Unless you count Pokemon puns as a trick, then I have two.

This is chapter 2 of a fic from uh, fuck, two years ago. Ehehe…. Here’s chapter 1, since there’s a very good chance no one here lately has read it, and even if you have, not recently.

Ummm. I dunno. I barely even remembered how to submit a fic here, and V had to remind me that it’s been long enough I should link to chapter 1 in my author’s note. I’ll figure things out again, but in the meantime, I think Eevee is confused, and I might hit myself in my confusion a few times before I snap out of it.

Here’s this mess.

The thirteen queens headed back into the werk room, looking for the mirror message from Serena.

God bless America, Viva Panama, Keep bearing light QUEENS xoxo Serena ChaCha

“Bye, Serena.” Adore started cleaning the mirror, and Detox cheered.

“Thank you, Adore. That kid was annoying as fuck.” Detox said, unpinning her wig.

Jade nodded. “Yeah, she really was.” A few other queens nodded and mumbled agreements, and Adore felt good. At least they liked her.

Monica seemed troubled, nervous. Jinkx considered asking, until Adore slid next to her. “Hey, your dress was really pretty.” The younger queen smiled, her green eyes sparkling. Jinkx forgot what she was thinking about immediately.

Jinkx grinned at Adore as she took off her wig. “Aw, thanks. I think Ivy did great with hers, did you see her sewing?”

Adore started shimmying out of her disaster of a dress, kicking it under a table. “Yeah, I gotta get some tips from her. Not that your help wasn’t great!” Adore blushed, afraid of offending Jinkx.

Jinkx just laughed. “It’s fine, I want to learn some sewing stuff from Ivy, too. Did you know she made some of Manila’s dresses?”

The queens continued chatting as they dedragged, then made their way back to the hotel for the night.

~*~*~*~*~

“Rolaskatox is in the house!” Detox, Alaska, and Roxxxy announced as the queens strutted into the werk room the next morning. Jinkx rolled her eyes, and Adore snorted.

“Roll what?” The young queen shook her head. “Girl, that is not a word.”

Detox scoffed. “Roxxxy, Alaska, Detox. Rolaskatox. It’s the hot new drug for people who are gagging.”

Jinkx looked Detox dead in the eye. “I’d rather choke to death than take that.” Her voice was devoid of emotion.

Adore lost it laughing.

“Sounds like a venereal disease.” Ivy said with a shrug, and Jinkx couldn’t hold a straight face anymore.

Rolaskatox and the trio that didn’t seem too impressed with them were pulled out of their shade throwing by a video popping up on the monitor.

~*~*~*~*~

Ru strutted into the werk room to the cheers of the queens. “Condragulations, Adore Delano, on surviving the first lip-sync for your life.”

Adore grinned, the other queens clapping. “Thanks.”

“Let that be a lesson to all of you. To win $100,000, you’re going to need to put your money where your mouth is. Oh, pit crew!”

At that, the pit crew came in carrying… a bizarre board with five RuPauls on it, all of which had holes where their mouths should be. They also were all wall eyed, it was very strange.

Jinkx shook her head slightly. “What?”

Ru explained the mini-challenge was to lip-sync to his songs (now available on iTunes) and sell a performance with only their mouths visible. The queens all went to do their lips as fantastical as they could.

Alaska would later provide opinions on the lipstick skills displayed. “There are some crazy lips in this room. Detox looks like the Joker, Lineysha looks like a painted peacock fantasy, and Coco’s looking like… she just fell into a vat of glitter.”

The queens were split into groups for the three songs. Adore and Jinkx both landed in group one, lip-syncing “Tranny Chaser.”

“Ladies, assume the position.” Ru was not interested in making the way this mini-challenge was set up any less awkward. Once the queens were on their knees, he added, “You all do that so well.”

Adore cast a quick glance at Jinkx, who was blushing pretty hard. She chuckled awkwardly as the music began, focusing on her own performance rather than her friend. After all, she still had a crown to win.

~one incredibly transphobic song later~

“That was awesome,” Ru began, pacing in front of the board with a cake pop, “But one of you really… popped.” He put the snack into Adore’s mouth. “Adore Delano.”

“I win!” Adore cheered, jumping back to her feet. “And I get cake!” She grinned around the cake pop. Jinkx hid a laugh behind her hand, amused by Adore’s cheerful attitude.

Detox won “Lady Boy,” and Ivy Winters did the best on “Peanut Butter.” With the mini-challenge complete, Ru explained what they had won. “For this week’s main challenge, it’s gonna be a lip-sync extravaganza!”

The queens all cheered, despite not knowing what that actually meant for them. Ru continued. “You’ll be taking classic moments from the herstory of Drag Race, and recreating them in your own scene-stealing viral videos!”

Adore, Detox, and Ivy were team captains for this event. Adore got first pick. “Uh, Roxxxy?” She didn’t sound sure of herself, she wasn’t sure of herself, but she didn’t want to pick Jinkx first. She wanted Jinkx on her team, but she didn’t want to seem too attached. Or let ‘Rolaskatox’ be all together, for that matter.

Detox’ first pick was naturally, “I want my Lasky!”

“Toxy!”

“Lasky!”

Every other queen in the room just stared at the two, slightly uncomfortable. Ivy was up next. “Ms Lineysha.”

“Jinkxy, c’mon.” Adore smiled, and Jinkx walked over to her happily.

“I’ll take Monica.” Detox decided, Monica nodding as she joined the group. “Ms Vivienne.” Ivy said.

“Alyssa.” Adore couldn’t leave Laganja’s drag mom out of her group.

“Coco, get your ass over here, bitch.” Detox and Coco hugged dramatically.

Ivy was left with Honey Mahogany and Jade Jolie as choices. “Sorry, Jade, but I’m gonna have to go with Honey.” Ivy sounded genuinely apologetic.

“That’s okay, girl.” Jade assured, unconvincingly, and was directed to join Adore’s group.

Once the groups were split up, the scenes they would be lip-syncing to were handed out. “Season 3, Untucked. Party.” Adore tapped play on the tablet as her group huddled around, looking at the scenes they were given.

“So, we have Shangela versus Mimi, with Mariah, and then Raja and Delta.” Adore looked at her teammates. “So, who feels like a particular queen?”

“I’ll do Mariah, and Alyssa should do Shangela.” Roxxxy suggested, and Alyssa nodded. “Somebody has to be Mimi.”

Jinkx suddenly had a thumb jabbed in her direction. “I think you should be Mimi.” Alyssa said, and Jinkx just blinked.

“Uh, okay, Mimi.” She agreed, but her words were drowned out.

“I was thinking maybe I could do Raja.” Adore offered.

Alyssa agreed, “Hands down, you’re Raja.”

Jade was stuck playing Delta, and was not thrilled with it. But no one seemed keen on listening to her misgivings.

The queens all settled in on learning their lines, and getting themselves made up as the queens they were portraying.

Ru came by to talk to them as they prepared. “Team Adore!”

“Party!” Adore chirped cheerfully, the other queens smiling at Ru.

Adore was already mostly done up, and Ru noticed. “So, you’re playing Raja?” Adore nodded. “Did you assign the roles?”

“Sort of. Not everyone likes who they’re playing, but not all the queens we’re playing are fun choices.” Adore shrugged.

Jade scowled. “No kidding.”

“I’m sorry, Jade!” Adore sounded earnest. “We just got what we got. I know you didn’t wanna be Delta, but we were out of choices. Sorry.”

Jade nodded. “Thanks.”

Ru smiled at the queens. “Well, at least there’s no hard feelings. So Jinkx is Mimi Imfurst,” Jinkx smiled at Ru, the silly mouth makeup around her eyes confirming it. “And Roxxxy, you’re playing…”

“I’m doing Mariah.” Roxxxy offered.

“Mariah, of course. And Alyssa, who are you playing?”

“Shangela ‘halleloo,’” Alyssa supplied. “I put her in drag for the first time.”

“A family that drags together…” Ru started.

“…stays together!” The queens finished.

Ru went on to talk about Lypsinka and wished the team luck, moving on to talk to Detox’ group.

~*~*~*~*~

Adore’s team was first up to film their scenes. Everyone got into place, and Alyssa and Jinkx started acting out their fight. Instead of drinks, they threw glitter at each other, quickly coating everything. Jinkx was having an issue trying to hoist Alyssa over her shoulder, she was not bulky enough to lift a grown person up and carry them around.

Alyssa slipped on the glitter covered coffee table in the lounge, and Adore helped her back to the floor. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good. Let’s reset!” Alyssa said.

Jinkx adjusted her… lampshade. “Can I have a minute?”

Adore sat next to her. “Here, let me help you with that.” The young queen helped Jinkx get the silly prop balanced again.

“Thanks, Adore,” Jinkx smiled.

Adore grinned back. “You’re welcome! Let’s do it again, yeah?”

Jinkx nodded, and the lampshade wobbled but stayed put. “Take two!”

~*~*~*~*~

The group moved to the other lounge to shoot the other scene, and Adore was gesturing and hamming up the performance, but in a good way.

“I wonder if people talk about us this way.” On that line, Adore and Jade locked eyes, shrugged, and knocked back their drinks. Jinkx felt a deep emotional connection to that choice.

Adore and Jade did the scene maybe once or twice over, but it was pretty solid.

The group headed back to the werk room to get ready for the runway.

~*~*~*~*~

Category is, best drag. Jinkx had a silver sequin dress she planned to wear for the runway theme, and was at war with her deep red wig, trying to get it into a shape she liked. She abandoned the effort for the moment and started painting her face.

Adore was waffling between two dresses, one black and white, the other styled to resemble a mermaid’s tail. “Hey Jinkx, do you think I can last until whatever the ‘fishy fierceness’ runway is?” She looked to the queen she was quickly considering her best friend in the competition.

Jinkx looked at the two dresses Adore was holding up. “I think you’ll be here for a while yet, you did great today. Save the ‘fishy’ dress.”

Adore nodded and hung her mermaid dress back up. “Werk.” She and Jinkx worked on their makeup quietly for a bit.

Adore looked over at the ginger queen, who was going in a bit heavy on her nose contour. “Jinkx.” She had to save her friend from herself.

“Mm.” Jinkx hummed, not listening.

“Jinkx!” Adore repeated, louder. The shape Jinkx was making her nose was not improving.

Jinkx turned to Adore. “Huh?”

Adore shook her head. “You helped me out, now it’s my turn to help you.” Jinkx gave a confused smile, and Adore continued. “Your contouring is… a lot. I know how to paint soft, let me show you how.” She held a hand out, as though to take Jinkx’ makeup brush. “May I?”

Jinkx handed the brush to Adore. “Sure.” She didn’t know why she trusted this queen so easily, but she knew it was the right choice. Adore went straight to work.

After a few minutes, Adore leaned back from Jinkx’ face and nodded. “There, much smoother.” Adore grinned at Jinkx, who looked in the mirror. Her face looked soft and feminine.

“I love it!” She beamed at the younger queen. “Now finish your own beat, we have a runway to slay.”

~*~*~*~*~

Adore was far more confident in this runway than she was the previous. She strutted her way down the catwalk, and was excited for critiques.

The queens all assembled on stage to watch the videos with the judges. Jinkx and Adore stood next to each other, exchanging a reassuring glance as the videos began.

~*~*~*~*~

The judges seemed happy with the videos Adore’s group put out, and Jinkx and Adore shared a high-five.

Everyone got critiques from this challenge, and while the performances were fine from Adore and Jinkx, the judges had some opinions on their looks.

“What’s going on with that wig?”

Jinkx ran her hands through her wig. “I tried to tease it but I just pissed it off!”

Adore giggled from her place on the stage, earning a warning glare from Michelle. The other judges were too busy laughing to notice Adore’s outburst.

“Next up,” RuPaul returned her attention to Adore. “Adore Delano.”

Adore quickly recomposed herself. “Party.”

“Your performance in the challenge was amazing,” RuPaul said. “It was dramatic and over the top, yet it worked because you knew your lines and it fit the character.”

“I love this gown tonight,” Santino said, gesturing to it. “It’s very glamorous.”

Michelle rolled her eyes. “Santino, you’re an idiot. The body shape is all wrong and the length of the gown is awkward. It’s too short.”

“Should I have worn flats?” Adore asked, a bit sarcastically. “Would that have helped?”

RuPaul and Santino laughed, and they moved on to the next queen.

“The forty ninth state,” RuPaul giggled a bit as she said it. “Alaska.”

“Hieeee,” Alaska whined.

“What was that makeup?” RuPaul asked. “It was so dark that it could almost be considered black face. Especially since you were playing a person of colour.” Alaska’s face drained of visible colour.

“Not only that,” Michelle chimed in. “You didn’t know any of the words. And you used ridiculously over the top hand motions as if you thought that would distract us from it.”

Alaska opened her mouth, but it just sounded like a door creaking open when she tried to say something.

“It wasn’t very Phi Phi.”

Alaska kept creaking as they moved on to the next queens.

Adore breathed a sigh of relief, at least she wasn’t under fire this time.

~*~*~*~*~

The results of the judging were almost a reverse of the previous challenge, at least for Adore, who won for her performance. On the other hand, while Alaska had ranked high the previous challenge, she was up to lip sync against Monica this time.

Alaska dominated the lip sync, something the judges and other contestants didn’t expect, seeing that she actually learned the words this time. Monica didn’t stand a chance, and she was asked to sashay away.

#rpdr fanfiction #jadore #season 5 remix #adore delano #jinkx monsoon #alyssa edwards #jade jolie #roxxxy andrews #detox icunt #rupaul #eevee art #queen au #on set fic #s5 #canon compliant #sort of

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Whumptober 2020 Day 13: Delayed Drowning

Okay here’s the other half of the story I did for Day 5. Except not half because this turned out waaaay longer than I expected, something like 8k words.

Fandom: Pokemon

Content Warnings: Animal whumpee, Female Whumpee, Minor Whumpee (juvenile animal), Minor Caretaker who gets hurt too, Animal Abuse, Animal Death Mention, Bad Parenting Mention, Hallucinations, Fear Wetting

“I mean, I just don’t understand… what the hell kind of sick bastard just… throws a bunch of baby Pokemon in the river?” Nico ranted to the nurse on duty at the West Rutile Town Municipal Pokemon Center. “Like… I’ve heard of people abandoning Pokemon because they evolved and they couldn’t take care of them, or something, but like… how hard can it be to find homes for Eevees? I mean, they’re like… there’s four or five of them in my apartment building back home!” During the ride in the back of the police car, which had raced them to the Pokemon Center with the lights flashing, he’d been almost as catatonic as the three Eevee kits in his lap, just answering the cops’ questions about what had happened as accurately as he could.

The lecture about him risking his life going out onto the flimsy tree trunk to pull the bag out of the river hadn’t been as long as he expected, and there was no mention of calling his parents, but he still felt like a damn criminal, especially with all the questions like how long he’d had his Trainer’s License, where he’d been last, and so on. It actually sounded like the guys were genuinely interested – one of them said he’d gotten a couple of gym badges when he was young but competitive battling just didn’t work out – but it was still like an interrogation.

With the car’s heater blasting, the Eevees had started to perk up a little. Two of them, at least. They were shivering violently the whole ride there, and stayed snuggled into the sweater, but they were awake. The other one? The nurse had just delivered the bad news, and right now Nico felt like he had to keep talking, and to stay angry, or he was going to break down and cry. The whole car ride he’d been telling himself over and over not to get attached, that they might not make it, and there was a good chance they were kidnapped and would be reunited with their trainers. But the little creatures had pressed themselves against him, and they were making little mewling cries of distress, and he’d just done what he could to try to comfort them. One of them was a bit more curious, and started looking around the cop car after a bit. The other had managed to crawl up inside his t-shirt. She was still damp and freezing to the touch.

The nurse sighed and nodded. She was an older woman, with brown hair that was gray at the roots. “They’re common, yeah. But that cuts both ways. There are so many born in captivity every year that there aren’t always enough homes for them.” She grimaced. “These kits are six or seven months old, probably from the same litter. Probably an unlicensed breeder: the scanners didn’t pick up any Pokeball ID.” Captive Pokemon in Tektos were required by law to have a registered Pokeball by the age of four months. “I don’t think there was much effort put into finding homes for them, either. They’re almost a pound underweight, and based on all the partially-healed injuries it’s possible they were used as Grinders.”

Nico winced. Pokemon battling, real Pokemon battling, was a carefully regulated sport, and it was mostly safe. There were occasionally accidents, but Pokemon in league-sanctioned battles had a rate of serious injury several times lower than professional footballers. But there were illegal underground battles, and even in the League occasionally someone would get caught doing something cruel or unethical. Like Grinding. The best way for a Pokemon to get better, aside from practicing individual moves and techniques with their trainers, was battling against other skilled opponents who could challenge them. But Grinding meant beating much weaker Pokemon over, and over, and over… just using them as target practice. It wasn’t good even for the Pokemon being trained, and for the ‘Grinder’ it was cruel and dangerous. But…

“Why’d they stop, then?” he asked. “I mean… wouldn’t people who were doing that just… keep them until they died or got too badly hurt to run or defend themselves at all? Why’d they try to drown the whole litter at the same time?”

“If I had to guess, because they got found out and were trying to get rid of evidence,” the nurse scowled. “Since the old commissioner got voted out a lot of these underground fighting rings have been getting busted.”

“Oh.” Nico balled his fists. “Yeah. Good. I mean, not that they were destroying evidence, but… y’know, hopefully that means the sons of bitches who did this’ll get caught soon.”

“Anyway...” the woman scratched the back of her head. “The good news is, both of the little girls you brought in today seem to be in stable condition. We’re going to keep them here for observation for at least another night. After that, they don’t have any Pokeball IDs as I said, so they don’t legally have a trainer at this point. You and your friend are licensed trainers, so you have the first claim to any abandoned Pokemon you capture, even if you didn’t use a Pokeball.”

“Okay. Uhh… I mean I, uhh… I’ll have to think about it!” Nico stuttered. He hastily excused himself and claimed he needed to call a couple of people. Erin had already left by then. He was going to talk to her at some point, just to make sure, but she’d said the other day that after Slana she wasn’t going to be ready for another Pokemon for a while. She had four, which was technically enough to earn seven of the eight gym badges needed to qualify for Regionals even if it would be much harder to do so. Nico only had Kenna and Zagi, so to even challenge a gym for his second badge he’d have to add another Pokemon to his team.

But that was the thing. Even if he took in the Eevees, he’d still have a team of two. They were so young it would be a couple of months before it was even physically safe for them to battle, and mentally? Maybe never. If he remembered right one of the semifinalists in last year’s regional championship had a rescued grinder Pokemon on his team, but the interviewers had focused on that precisely because it was rare. There was no guarantee they’d even be okay with being anywhere near a battling arena, not if the sights and sounds were a constant reminder of whatever abuse they’d gone through. And it wouldn’t be fair to them to be shut in their balls every time he had a practice match with another trainer, or during sparring sessions while he was spending time with the others. If what they needed was a quiet home, one that was always in the same place and never involved crashing in cheap rooms or on couches at Pokemon Centers, he couldn’t provide that. At a minimum he could be taking care of an extra two Pokemon. A trainer could have more than six and just select which six would be ‘available’ before a battle, and quite a few did, but it was more work, more mouths to feed, more sleeping space… then again, some trainers had Onix or Gyrados.

And, well… really, Nico wasn’t sure about an Eevee at all. They were cute, but the old saying was: ‘Never bring home a Pokemon if you aren’t prepared to care for its fully evolved form’ or something like that. And usually it was pretty straightforward, but Eevee could take any of fifteen different forms, all of different types, all with different needs. Vaporeons needed water to swim in, Jolteons needed lots of space to run, Leafeons were miserable in places with long, cold, dark winters, Glaceons were miserable in tropical climates, Umbreons liked to be active at two AM, Terreons needed places to dig, and so on. It wasn’t completely unpredictable, because they were more likely to take a form suited to their environment, and you could often see the signs in their personality and behavior, but you couldn’t know for sure unless you used an evolutionary stone or made sure to only train in certain locations or at certain times of day or something.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to keep them. It was like some part of him had bonded with the little creatures during that car ride. Like he’d felt a connection. But that was stupid. The poor things were so out of it that he hadn’t really even met them. He’d felt something with Kenna from the first few minutes, but she’d been awake, and aware of her surroundings, and he’d gotten to know her a bit and made sure she liked him before deciding on her as his starter. Then again, new parents always talked about how much they loved their babies even when they couldn’t do much besides sleep and cry. But then again, maybe if people could tell who their kids were before they had them, the world might be a better place. Maybe there’d be fewer kids getting dragged across the ocean to Hoenn every summer so their moms could pretend they actually liked spending time with them for a week or two and the other ten telling them to just go outside and make some friends if they were bored. Maybe there’d be fewer kids getting expensive presents in the mail every holiday season that were lovingly picked out for the kid they wished they had. Nico stared at the contacts list on his phone. No… he felt like he could only tell her the good parts of being a trainer, the easy parts. What would she even say? He was going to call Dad at some point, but he was at work right now, and all he ever really said about it besides ‘You’re the trainer, it’s your call’ was no Pokemon that wouldn’t fit in the apartment.

Eventually Nico made up his mind to make up his mind later. He was planning to stick around Rutile Town for a while anyway, so he’d wait until he could actually get to know the Eevees and they’d fully recovered. He tried to take his mind off it. Go to the nearest gym – Rutile didn’t have one of the major gyms where a badge was needed to qualify for Regionals, but there were two smaller ones – and work on hiding an Ember’s direction with Smokescreen for Kenna and Zagi’s control over Quick Attack. Get dinner, and of course now the sun had gone down so the Jivuyena was stir-crazy but the temperature had also dropped a few degrees so she didn’t want to actually get her energy out outdoors. But at some point, late in the evening, he found himself scrolling through lists of name ideas on the internet, and that was the last thing he remembered doing before he fell asleep sprawled across a couch in the Pokemon Center lobby, sweating like a pig in his hoodie with a living hot water bottle curled up on his chest.

He was shocked awake by a crash like furniture being knocked over. He pushed himself upright, dislodging Kenna and sending her tumbling off the sofa with a startled grunt, then fell off himself, landing hard on his elbow. His curse probably woke up anyone who’d managed to sleep through the first noise.

“Ow! Son of a… what the hell?” He stood up way too fast and was almost brought back down by a headrush.

Other voices around him expressed similar sentiments. There were only a couple of other trainers in the lobby at this time of night – the clock by the Clinic check-in desk said 2:30 in the morning. Erin had long since gone to bed in the actual room she’d rented. The lodging side of the Pokemon center didn’t get that many visitors staying for more than a night or two since there wasn’t a major gym in Rutile and the area wasn’t that popular for catching wild Pokemon. No one was camped out in the lobby for lack of space. The only reason to stay here overnight was if you had a Pokemon that was in bad shape.

There were more crashes, and high-pitched screams. Only some of them sounded human. The other trainers reached for the Pokeballs on their belts. Nico did the same, then remembered both his Pokemon were already out. Kenna cackled and stalked towards the doors to the clinic area, wisps of smoke rising from her back. Zagi stayed perched on the back of the sofa, fur standing on end and sparking.

Then the doors flew open. A young man stumbled out, half dragging an older, heavyset woman. Both of them wore nurses’ scrubs, but their clothes were torn. His glasses were bent and missing a lens, and his arm was covered in blood. He helped the woman to a chair, and shouted in a shaking voice: “Everybody stay calm! Stay calm and get clear of the lobby, now!”

The effect was anything but calming. A dozen possibilities raced through Nico’s mind. An earthquake? A gas explosion? Pokemon thieves? - Rutile did have a gang problem. An out-of-control Pokemon? A truck crashing into the building? “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Keep your Pokemon in their balls!” the female nurse snapped at a trainer who had just brought out a Scyther.

The man zeroed in on Nico. “Are you the kid that brought the Eevees in today?”

“Uhh – yeah – I – yeah, that was me,” Nico stuttered. “What’s wrong? Did something-”

“One of them had what’s called a secondary drowning episode – water in the lungs caused inflammation and more fluid accumulation.”

“Oh, no.”

“We were doing everything we could, but-”

Something flung the doors open again, so hard it seemed like they would come off their hinges. They hit the wall with an earsplitting bang, and a creature skidded into the lobby. Nico caught a glimpse of blazing orange eyes wreathed in a halo of unearthly pale blue flame. It was like the air was sucked out of the room. Goosebumps formed on his skin.

“Jesus!” one of the other trainers staggered back, and reached for a Pokeball. The creature’s head snapped towards the sound.

“I said keep them in their balls!” The nurse’s voice was almost as frightening as the creature… the Pokemon. The shock had gone away a little bit with its eyes off him, and he could see it more clearly now. It was small, not much bigger than a Vulpix or an adult Eevee, with four legs and a slender body. It was almost engulfed in the ethereal fire, making it look bigger than it was, but the energy was concentrated around its neck, paws, ears, and tail. Underneath the fire was dark gray-purple fur. The large head, the short muzzle, the long, diamond-shaped ears...

Nico’s jaw dropped. He recognized this Pokemon. At least, he recognized the evolutionary line for sure, and he could guess the type. “Is… is that a Styxeon?” Eevee could evolve into any type except Bug and Dragon, but the ghost and poison forms were the rarest. He couldn’t remember how they even evolved. Were they the ones that evolved through trading? No, he was pretty sure there was some kind of item involved usually because very few locations had a big enough energy concentration…

The man nodded. “Traumatic Evolution. I’ve never seen it happen before! She suddenly went downhill and we were trying to get her on oxygen, but… basically her body thought it was about to die and… forced itself to evolve as a last resort! But her Aftermath tore half the room apart, and she panicked and attacked us!”

Nico couldn’t speak. It clicked together in his brain. Ghost-type… this was one of the Eevees he’d pulled from the river. And panicked was right. Panicked and furious. The Styxeon darted one way, then the other, claws skidding on the linoleum. She was hissing and spitting and screaming at everyone and everything around her. The other two trainers hurriedly backed away, and the guy with the Scyther recalled it. Zagi kept his distance, but Kenna slowly advanced on her, snarling.

“Kenna, stay back!” Nico ordered. “Kenna, stay back! Damnit… Kenna, return! Zagi, return!”

He got them back in their Pokeballs just in time. The ghost-type just hissed and recoiled at first, but stood her ground until Nico tried to call his own Pokemon back. She flinched and shrank away with a frightened yelp, but then lunged without warning, swiping at the red beam of energy with a ragged dark purple plume trailing from her claws. Her gaze followed it straight back to Nico’s hand, and the glowing eyes met his. He hurriedly looked away, but the feeling of unease, of fear, was visceral.

“Uh… don’t you guys have Pokemon with moves that can… cause sleep or something?” Nico asked the nurses.

“Yes, but right now using any move on her’s dangerous.” The female nurse had hauled herself to her feet and was using a chair as a makeshift walker to back away. “She’s having a massive power surge, but she’s also very weak from the strain of evolving too early. We can’t put any more stress on her.”

“Do you have a Heal Ball on you?” the man asked. He had a Pokeball in his hand, but judging by the sticker on it it already had an occupant.

“No. Sorry.”

“Then let’s just try and get her calmed down on her own and make sure she doesn’t get out of this building.” The man edged towards the Styxeon, but an enraged snarl sent him scurrying back, nearly tripping over a chair. He glanced down at his bloody sleeve.

That left Nico as the only thing standing between the Styxeon and the exit. His fingers brushed the empty Pokeball he had on his belt. No. He didn’t know if he could, even as a last resort. He could never forgive himself if something happened. The way she’d reacted… she’d been scared of Kenna, but not the way she’d been scared of him raising his voice.

“Hey… remember me?” He tried to keep his voice as level as possible. Calm, not aggressive but not fearful either. “I saved you, remember?” Avoid eye contact, avoid staring, but don’t obviously look away. She responded with a low, rumbling growl. “I’m not gonna hurt you, girl.”

The Pokemon moved closer, but off to the side, sinking into a low crouch. That was trouble. He followed her eyes. Uh oh. The door to the lodging area! He shuffled sideways to block her way.“Ah-ah, no, you’ve got to stay -” Then the last word became a startled yell. The Styxeon tensed. Her eyes widened, but she sprang with an unearthly screech. Nico threw his arms up to try to protect his face, but something slammed into his chest, bowling him over. His sneaker caught the edge of the carpet, but he barely even felt his head hit the floor. Her voice was boring into his ears, boring into his brain like a dentist’s drill. Claws dug into his chest, but the thing that had tackled him wasn’t the Eevee he’d saved from the river. Her skin went translucent, and then… then it was gone, rotting and crumbling away in an instant with heatless blue fire bursting from the seams. Flesh sloughed away from bone. Images flashed in front of – no, behind Nico’s eyes like a kaleidoscope on a bad acid trip, and horrible, stomach churning sensations forced themselves on him. Cold, overwhelming cold, icy water and thrashing bodies kicking and clawing at him and burning lungs, pitch blackness and spinning vertigo, and then the stabbing agony of the cold being inside him. Cold metal bars against raw flesh, the smell of dried blood and ammonia and dirty dishes left in the sink too long, with the constant buzz of flies around him, insects landing on him, insects biting, things crawling on him, things moving under his skin. His arms and hands gray, and clammy, and the skin splitting and a writhing mass of foaming maggots erupting from the wound instead of blood. And pinning him to the ground was a decaying, mummified carcass, scraps of ragged fur and blackened skin clinging to a skeleton, orange pinpricks of fire blazing in the black void of empty sockets, a bare skull screaming with its fangs just inches from his face.

Then the fluorescent lights of the Pokemon Center Lobby were spinning somewhere above him, and he was lying flat on his back on the thin carpet. His head felt like it had split open. The Styxeon leapt off his chest, but stumbled, looking wildly this way and that. People were shouting, and there was a Jumpluff hovering near the ceiling. It was a few seconds before Nico could make out voices or even move. He rolled onto his stomach and lifted himself to his hands and knees. His heart… it was so fast… he felt faint, and a bead of sweat dripped from his nose. His ears were still ringing.

“Fuck, bro, you okay?” someone asked. “You went down pretty hard!”

“I’m - okay! Yeah! I’m - okay!” He wasn’t okay. He’d hit his head so hard his neck and jaw hurt, and he felt like he was going to puke. He was hyperventilating so badly he could barely get out one word per breath. But the living nightmare had vanished, and in its place a terrified Pokemon was running frantically back and forth, looking for an escape route that didn’t exist. She was panting, the blue fire was sputtering, and there was so much fear in those eyes!

“Styxeon! Calm down, you’ve gotta – calm down or you’ll hurt yourself!” Nico got to his feet on pure adrenaline, but stumbled and had to steady himself against a chair. The Pokemon’s feet slid out from under her. She landed hard, and took a couple of tries to get back up, paws scrabbling on the linoleum. He staggered towards her, trying to herd her away from the door, ignoring the shouts from him to get away. He wanted to yell at them to shut the fuck up. They were hurting his head, and she was flinching at every one. Stop scaring her, you morons!

She tried to dart past Nico again, but lost her nerve at the last second and ended up cornering herself between him, the wall, and the back of a sofa. She was still screaming her head off with every breath, but the ghostly flames around her gave out. There was no hostility anymore, just desperate terror.

“It’s all right… it’s all right...” Nico sank to his knees. “I’m not going to come any closer, okay? Just calm down… calm down… shh...”

The Styxeon shrank back, her ears flat against her head and her tail tucked between her legs. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf, and her back was hunched over. She bumped into the wall, and jolted forward with a startled yelp, looking back like she hadn’t known it was there.

“You’re safe, girl… nobody’s going to hurt you – ah, damnit...”

The terrified Pokemon’s gaze darted back and forth. Nico, the wall, the couch, the other people and Jumpluff a ways behind him. Her wail faded into a pitiful whimper. Her enormous orange eyes filled with tears, and a puddle appeared between her back legs.

“Sweetie, sweetie, stop! Or – ah, jeeze – at least get your tail out of the way – fuck...” Nico pressed his hand to his chest. His heart still wouldn’t slow down. Oh, now he was panicking? What the hell was he supposed to do? This wasn’t something he’d had to deal with as a trainer. Most Pokemon were way faster to house train than human babies. Unless they were left in their ball too long or weren’t given a chance to go beforehand, it was very rare for healthy Pokemon more than a couple of months old to have accidents. The Eevees should have been old enough. But if those… hallucinations were real, if they were bits of memory, maybe they’d spent most of their lives locked in cages. Had they never learned?

No… no, it was worse. The poor Styxeon looked utterly horrified. There was no way she’d meant to, she’d just been so scared… and the little creature was still cowering, looking at him and flinching away like she expected to be hit. She looked down at her paws with an expression of disgust, but shrank back against the wall, trying to make herself as small as possible, her crouch getting deeper and deeper until she sat down on the soaked tile, sobbing violently.

It was heartbreaking. All Nico could do was keep saying whatever he could think of to try to reassure her. By now the noise had caused a small crowd of trainers from upstairs to gather. She wouldn’t let anyone else anywhere near her, and wouldn’t leave the corner even when Nico backed off, but she at least tolerated his presence. He scooted closer an inch at a time, until his outstretched hand was a couple of steps out of her reach. Close enough that she still had to come to him. She reached forward timidly, jerking back at the slightest movement, but eventually she came close enough to sniff his hand.

She shied away again, but after a minute repeated the gesture two more times, as if to prove to herself that she wasn’t imagining it. She let out a soft whine, and started to tremble and cry again. But then… she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against his palm. He was almost surprised by how soft and warm her fur was. Part of him had expected to feel nothing but bone.

Nico sighed, and rubbed his aching head. That was the last straw. “Welp.” He muttered to himself. “Guess I have a Pokemon now.” Two really. There was no way he was going to separate the two siblings, especially after everything they’d been through. “Good girl, Sedna.” The moment he said the name, he started second-guessing himself. It was one of the ones he’d been considering in spite of everything about it. According to the website he’d found, Sedna was a sea goddess from a region in the far north. The reason was different in different versions of the story, but in all of them she was thrown into the ocean by her father and drowned, but lived on as a sea goddess or something. It kind of fit, but at the same time it didn’t because it was so morbid to give one of the Eevees a name like that. He kind of liked the way it sounded, but he was still leaning against it because it would be kind of weird for anything but a Glaceon or Vaporeon anyway, and… Wait. Sedna was the ruler of the underworld too, wasn’t she? The cold, lightless depths at the bottom of the ocean? No, that was almost too good a name for a Ghost-type.

Sedna calmed down a little after the crowd was shooed away. Most of the trainers had gone back to bed, and the other two who were staying in the lobby retreated to the other side. It was just Nico, Erin, and the two nurses. They’d admitted defeat on trying to get close enough to Sedna to check that her evolution had actually cleared all the fluid from her lungs, but said it should have. They were waiting for a nurse from another Pokemon Center to relieve them, and a friend to give them a ride to the hospital. Sedna had bitten and clawed the man’s arm, badly enough that he’d need stitches. The woman had fallen and twisted her ankle trying to run after getting hit with an Astonish – the same move the Styxeon had used on him. It was probably a sprain, she said, but a bad enough one to need medical attention, and an X-ray just to be sure. Nico was almost glad he’d been tackled. They kept suggesting that he should go to the hospital as well, warning him about a possible concussion. They’d taken his pulse and blood pressure too, and said they were way higher than a teenager’s should have been, and that if they weren’t back to normal by morning, he needed to see a doctor.

But he was putting that off until morning. Or probably afternoon since after this ordeal there was no way he was waking up early. Sedna needed him. She’d let Erin get closer than anyone else but Nico, but he was the only one she’d let touch her, and even then it was only reluctantly. Nico would have loved if he could just get her to follow him to his room and make her a nest of blankets or towels so she’d have somewhere warm and comfortable to sleep but still have some space, and then he could get some sleep. But the poor thing was cowering in a puddle of her own urine. There was no way in hell he was going to bed and leaving her in that state.

He was going to have to give her a bath. He’d only actually had to bathe a Pokemon once, a few days ago after another trainer’s Swampert had knocked out his whole team in a practice battle. Neither of his Pokemon normally needed or tolerated baths, but Kenna was too tired to get the mud out of her fur with fire. She’d put up with getting wet, but Nico had nearly scalded himself getting the water hot enough for her and she’d been grumpy the rest of the day. Sedna wasn’t a fire-type or electric-type, but she’d been tied up and thrown in a freezing river. Nico doubted she was going to enjoy it. He wished he could just use a couple washcloths, but her hind legs and tail had gotten too wet for that to be enough.

Even getting her anywhere near a shower turned out to be a challenge. This sure as hell wasn’t a good time to try to introduce her to Pokeballs, so his plan was to wrap her in a towel and carry her up to his room in it. It took twenty minutes of sitting there freezing in a pair of swim trunks to even coax her onto the towel. It was crazy how much difference clothing made, although he had also had a fire-type on his lap earlier. Sedna was still shivering periodically – he wasn’t sure if it was from cold or fear.

“You cold, girl?” He slowly gathered up the corners of the towel, trying not to make any sudden movement. “This is going to be nice and warm, okay? I’m just going to pick you up, and – whoa, whoa, Sedna, it’s okay!”

But as soon as he tried to wrap the towel over her back, she freaked out again, trying to jump away with a noise that was half growl, half yelp. Her foot got caught on it, pulling her off balance, and as she tried to run she slipped on the wet floor and fell. Back to square one. The poor creature was even worse off than before, and she refused to set a single paw on the towel again. Had it reminded her of the bag she’d been stuffed into, Nico wondered?

He wasn’t sure if she’d let him pick her up at all, at least not long enough to carry her upstairs. If he could wipe her paws off and lead her into the bathroom, maybe he could at least lift her into the tub. But her following him was a big if. Maybe if he kind of wrapped the towel around his arms and chest, it would feel less like being shoved in a burlap sack? It was worth a try, at least.

“All right, Sedna. I have to pick you up. Just hold still, girl. That’s it...” He kept his voice low and moved as slowly and smoothly as he could. “Come’ere… come’ere...” He waited until he was almost touching her, then moved fast, like he was trying to catch a spider under an overturned cup without it darting away and getting crushed under the edge. He scooped Sedna up with one arm supporting her hindquarters and one under her chest, and stood up holding her tightly. Her eyes immediately widened and she tensed, squirming in his grip. She growled softly.

“It’s okay! It’s okay, girl! I’m not gonna hurt you!” Nico tried to reassure her. He could feel her heartbeat pounding against his chest like a jackhammer. And she was so light. Styxeon was the smallest of the Eeveelutions by a wide margin, around fifteen kilos from what he’d looked up. But Sedna couldn’t have been more than ten, probably more like eight. “I’m trying to help you, please don’t maul me… Good girl...” She was relaxing a little bit, and the growling had stopped. “Okay, I’m going to bring you upstairs...” Then he felt something cold against his arm. Had the towel just soaked through? “Ew, ew, ew, fuck! Erin! Hey, Erin, help me with the door please, my arms are kinda full!”

He marched the Pokemon upstairs as fast as he could without jostling her. He nearly had a heart attack when he remembered he’d left his key in his room when he changed, but luckily Past Nico had apparently also left the door cracked. He shoved the bathmat aside with his heel and tried to set her down gently, but as soon as she loosened his grip she wriggled and jumped out of his arms. She landed hard, her front legs sliding out from under her and her chin hitting the tile with a loud ‘Thwok’ sound. Nico winced. Pokemon weren’t easy to injure, but that had to hurt. “You okay, girl?”

Sedna looked around the room with quivering eyes. She stood rooted to the spot with her tail tucked under, then looked up at him with heart-wrenching uncertainty.

Nico sighed. “Sedna, there’s nothing scary about this.” He slid the door shut behind them and turned the lock. “It’s just a shower. Can you get in the bathtub? Come on girl, get in!” He pulled the sliding shower door aside and patted the rim of the tub. No luck. When he tried to lift her in she twisted away with a warning hiss. “Okay, fine. How about I get in the shower?” He stepped into the tub, turned the shower on, and immediately let out a string of curses until he got the showerhead pointed at the wall.

“Fucking freezing! I’m an idiot!” Sedna, and half the bathroom floor, had gotten misted by the spray. She shook her head violently and sneezed. Not a good start. Nico waited until the water was actually hot, then made a big show of rinsing himself off, including sticking his head under the shower. “See? The water isn’t dangerous! I’m not melting!” He picked up the bottle of shampoo. It had a picture of a smiling Pikachu covered in suds on the front. ‘For fine-textured fur,’ the label read. ‘Contains 15 relaxing herbs.’ Perfect. Pokemon Centers generally assumed trainers were capable of buying their own personal hygiene products, and apart form hand soap everything stocked in the rooms was Pokemon-safe products of various kinds. Most of them were human-safe too though, and it was a long-running joke that you could identify a traveling trainer by smell because everyone was too cheap, too lazy, or too weight-conscious to buy separate soap for themselves. Nico certainly didn’t bother. But screw it, he didn’t need to wash his hair tonight anyway.

It took a long time to get Sedna used to the idea. Nico was glad the Pokemon Center had a good water heater. She pawed at the door at first, but when she’d given up on escaping she started to watch him with exhausted curiosity. She peered over the edge of the bathtub, but flinched and backed away whenever a drop of water hit her. Eventually, though, Nico was able to get her to sniff his hand, then let him touch her with wet hands, and finally… the moment of truth.

“C’mere, sweetie. I promise this isn’t going to hurt you.” Nico leaned out of the tub, got both hands around Sedna’s chest, made sure she wasn’t struggling against that, and lifted her in. She immediately went stiff as a board and splayed her legs and claws out, letting out a high whine. She made a halfhearted attempt to climb back out when he set her down, but didn’t shred his arm when he gently held her shoulders down while he slid the door closed. When she saw there was no escape route, she looked pitifully up at him with her ears flat against her head, and shrank against the far wall of the tub. Her back paws slid uselessly on the steep wall. Her tail was between her legs again, and she started to shiver as if in anticipation of what was going to happen.

“I’m so sorry, girl. I have to do this. I’m not trying to torture you!” Nico said. Sedna seemed to have accepted her fate, but it seemed like she hadn’t so much realized it wasn’t bad so much as she was catatonic from fear and exhaustion. Part of him just wanted to get it over with – it wasn’t going to be unpleasant for her one way or another, so why make the process take longer? That was what he’d done with Kenna – helped out by making the water so hot he could hardly stand to touch it – but her discomfort had been mostly physical. Sedna was scared. He had to be as gentle and patient with her as he could so she wouldn’t associate this with being hurt.

He sighed, and sat down with the trembling Styxeon, and went through the process of letting her sniff his hand, then working up to petting her and getting her fur damp, then turning the showerhead on the wall so the mist came down on her, before finally adjusting it to its gentlest setting and spraying her directly. But something had changed. She was still trying to make herself as small as possible as if that would make the water miss her, but she wasn’t pressing herself against the wall anymore. It was more like she was trying to use him as a makeshift shelter. At first she hovered a few centimeters away, but soon she was pressing herself against his legs, making soft, plaintive noises.

If she was trying to make him feel so guilty he stopped, she was damn close. Nico wanted to cry. This poor, sweet Pokemon… He knelt next to her, stroking her sodden head and shoulders with one hand. He pulled the showerhead almost to the floor, aiming it upward to make sure he got the areas that were why she needed a bath in the first place. By now Sedna was as thoroughly soaked as when he’d pulled her out of the river. Once again he was surprised by how skinny she was under the soft, fluffy coat of fur that was now completely plastered to her body. It was worse now than when she was an Eevee, because her new form was naturally more slender, and evolving without getting a chance to build up energy must have burned off whatever body fat she had. She wasn’t emaciated, but ribs and some of the bumps of her spine were showing.

Actually washing her was the hardest part. He dabbed about three times as much shampoo on the washcloth as he probably needed, but the relaxing formula had no discernible effect. Sedna wasn’t biting or clawing, but she was so tense it was like trying to wash a statue, if statues shivered and flinched when he touched a bruise a spot that hurt and sometimes struggled. Struggle wasn’t totally the right word, because she was too strong for him to stop her, but the foam had turned the whole tub into a slip ‘n slide, and when she tried to pull away or climb to freedom she kept falling. He was trying to be gentle, but when he washed her paws he found bruises and scabs where the zipties had bound her wrists and ankles. There were smaller wounds too, that must have been from being kicked and bitten and clawed by her siblings as they tried to free themselves. At least, he was hoping that they weren’t from before that.

He saved the worst for last: her back legs and tail. He’d gotten everything else besides her head – even if the shampoo wasn’t harmful to get in her eyes or mouth it would probably still sting – and he was hoping she’d get at least a little used to being washed. Now though, he was wishing he’d just gotten it over with, because it seemed like Sedna had tolerated it as long as she could, and now she was at her limit.

“Come on, sweetie, I have to get all of you clean!” Nico pleaded. The Styxeon was pressed against the drain-side wall now, giving him a look of utter betrayal, like he really had tried to drown her again. But she didn’t move an inch of her own free will, and he ended up practically having to wrestle her tail from between her legs with a soapy washcloth while trying to restrain the soaked, slippery Pokemon one-handed. It was almost as uncomfortable for him as it was for her. He found out the hard way that yes, the shampoo really did sting like hell to get into his eyes or in an open wound. Not to mention it tasted awful. And he was genuinely afraid that what little trust Sedna had in him had been shattered.

But as he was checking that the scratches weren’t too deep while he gave Sedna a few minutes to recover before he rinsed her off, something changed. Sedna timidly crept up to him, her head lowered and her long ears folded down so the tips almost brushed the floor of the tub. Without thinking about it, he reached out and stroked her head. She jerked away at first, but more startled then scared this time. She approached him again, and the next thing he knew she was on his lap, dripping suds and pressing her soaking wet body against his chest. She was shaking again, and her breathing was fast and sharp like she was crying too quietly to be heard over the running water.

She stayed there the entire time as he turned the showerhead on her again, making sure he got every last bit of shampoo out of her fur. She leaped out of the tub as soon as he opened the door – and slipped and fell on the tile again – but this time she didn’t stop him from wrapping her in a towel. Her fur was too thick to get completely dry without a hair dryer, which he didn’t have and would probably have scared her anyway. He dried her off as thoroughly as she could, but even after he’d dried himself off, changed, and gotten Kenna and Zagi to settle down, she was still damp when he carried her to bed. Kenna was suspicious of Sedna, but luckily she hadn’t seen the worst of the freakout. She sniffed her a few times, then groaned and curled up near the end of the bed. Zagi was already out cold on the clothes Nico had tossed on the floor.

Sedna’s blinking was sluggish, and she kept staring blankly into space with her eyelids slowly descending. Nico was on the verge of passing out, too. Was he supposed to go to sleep with a concussion? For how long? It had been at least an hour. Was that enough? If he was concussed it probably wasn’t that bad anyway. He’d been able to stand up straight, have a conversation… he was kind of slurring his speech now, but that was probably caused by a serious medical condition called Four in the Damn Morning. Fuck it. Bed. He pulled the blankets back and laid the last remaining dry towel out on the mattress. Without the heat of the shower on her she kept shivering, and he figured an extra layer would help keep her warm. Plus, if damp sheets were like damp pillowcases, they’d be cold and uncomfortable to sleep on.

He patted the mattress. Sedna was sitting on the floor looking confused and uncomfortable. She looked up, but didn’t seem to understand what the gesture meant. He tried again, calling: “Sedna! Come on up, girl! Come on, can you jump up here?” If she actually wanted to sleep on the floor, that was fine, but it didn’t seem like she was scared of coming within ten feet of him anymore. She sniffed at the mattress uncertainly.

Nico sighed. He slid out of bed, and picked the Styxeon up without resistance. “Come on, sweetie. Up you go.” She slumped onto the mattress listlessly, staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite identify. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He reached a hand out slowly over her head, but she flinched, closing her eyes and backing away until one paw slid of the edge of the bed. “Sorry! I’m sorry, girl! It’s okay for you to be up here!”

Sedna timidly padded back to the towel, inching one paw at a time forward. With a faint sigh she started to knead at it with her forepaws. “Good girl,” Nico said. He rolled over to turn out the light, but when he rolled back over he was met with a pair of mournful orange eyes staring into his. He froze, barely daring to breathe. He closed his eyes, but the memory of the ghoulish, half-skeletal figure on top of his chest returned.

“Ugh… I think you’re gonna give me nightmares, girl...” he muttered. “What do you need?”

The glowing eyes closed, leaving the room lit only by the faint city lights through the curtains. Nico felt the weight on the mattress next to him get closer. With a soft groan that faded to a whine, Sedna snuggled up against his chest, resting her head under his chin. “Oh, sweetie...” he whispered. He could feel the chill of her damp fur through his pajamas, but her body was warm. And breathing – little tense, shallow breaths, but she was breathing. She smelled like lavender, almost overpowering the scent of wet fur. She was alive. The monster that had nearly given him a heart attack wasn’t real – or in a way it was, but it was made of Sedna’s own fear, of her memories, mixed with her kind’s natural power. He’d just gotten a glimpse of what had to be inside the poor little creature’s head.

She was still shivering, her breathing still occasionally lapsing into soft crying. Nico pulled the covers up and folded the towel over her. She’d dragged it over to the middle of the bed before lying down next to him. He couldn’t help smiling. That was just adorable! He just hoped it wasn’t because she thought she’d be in trouble for lying directly on the sheets. He couldn’t wrap his head around how anyone could possibly have not just abandoned this creature, but tried to murder her, and her siblings. Only… they’d succeeded. Only two of the Eevees had made it. A sobering thought occurred to him. Did Sedna know? Did she know three of them had died? Did she know any of them had lived? There were a lot of different legends about Ghost-Types. In folklore some species guided lost souls to the underworld.

But myths didn’t mean much here. Sedna was confused, alone, and Nico was sure one way or another she missed her brothers and sisters. This was a Pokemon who was scared of people, and for all he knew had never been treated with kindness in her life, but was clinging to the only source of comfort that was even the tiniest bit familiar. Tomorrow he’d have to bring her in for a checkup, and hopefully she’d be able to visit her sister even if she wasn’t in good enough shape to leave the Pokemon Center ward yet. And then… it probably wasn’t going to be easy taking care of her, and he was still afraid he wasn’t prepared for what he was getting himself into, but he hoped this bond born of desperation would grow into something real. It already had for him.

He wrapped his arm around Sedna and held her, gently but securely. “It’s gonna be okay, Sedna,” he whispered. “Good, good girl.” He started to stroke the soft, downy fur on her head, and her breathing slowly became more even. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was her hugging his forearm against her chest, and pressing herself against his.

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A/N:

So, uhh... kinda went way out of my comfort zone on this one. Good News: I haven’t made a character throw up onscreen for cheap Suffering Points this Whumptober (I ain’t counting Day 4 since that was in the past), which is kind of surprising. Bad News: I made a character wet herself. Which is... ugh. Anything toilet-related is a huge phobia/squick for me IRL, I wasn’t sure if I could even make myself write this one. It took for fucking ever, partly because of how long it is, but partly because of procrastinating to avoid writing the uncomfortable scene and cringing. But I had to do it For The Concept.

Basically I’ve seen a few “Caretaker helping Whumpee bathe” type prompts on here and wanted to do one of those, especially with an animal whumpee, and took inspiration from real-life experience occasionally having to bathe my family’s small dogs, who do not enjoy baths and get cold super easily. It’s pathetic and makes you feel like a horrible person for having to do this to them, which also makes it perfect for whump fics, and doing it to Sedna less than 24 hours after she was thrown in a river and nearly drowned is even better!

But that meant I needed a reason why any decent human being would be forced to give her a bath, because obviously that would be horribly traumatic, and getting into something toxic or otherwise dangerous didn’t fit into the plot. And also while doing my like half an hour of medical research I found that secondary drowning is sometimes treated using diuretic medication.

#whumptober2020 #no.13 #delayed drowning #Pokemon Fandom #fic #animal whump tw #animal abuse tw #minor whump tw #hallucinations tw #animal death mention tw #fear wetting tw #urine tw #bath #Pokemon whump #fakemon #Nico Barnett (OC)#Sedna the Styxeon (OC)#Styxeon

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rin-chan319 · 4 years

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So, I wanted to start doodling little adventures of my Pokemon Go Characters. This is my actual Pokemon Go account character, but I have three sub accounts for shit and giggles. I have some ideas for little mini comic adventures for the three of them in the works. I just need to decide on what simplified style I want to go with. I have so many. Haha... But anyways, here's Rin. I'll definitely be developing them more too. Right now, I haven't done much planning with personalities or background stories just yet. What I do know is she's going to have an Eevee as her starter Pokemon, which will eventually evolve into Jolteon. I love Jolteons, you guys. They are going to travel as a team, so she'll be accompanied by my other three, who we’ll call Bubbie, Dude, and Guy right now. XD I will think of real names for them soon. I know Bubbie will have Pikachu as her starter, because she really did get the Pikachu starter. (I was really curious to see if it worked.) Dude and Guy are still iffy for me. I'm not quite sure what I want their starters to be. I guess whatever I decide isn't too hard to draw. I can't draw animals to save my life, so pray for me. I will practice drawing Pokemon as much as possible.

Anyways, I hope you all like it. Forgive my hat symbol. It looks better in my sketchbook. My hand hurts, so I'll blame my crappy small details on that. XD And yes, my characters are Team Instinct. I love Spark, you guys.

#OC #Pokemon Go #Pokemon Go Character #My Art #Pokemon #Pokemon Trainer #Team Instinct #Character Design #Pokemon Go Fanart

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 4 years

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Level 2

ere we go! Here we go! Guys I don’t think you understand how excited I am for this :)

Master List here or under the tag Ikesen AFK

Warnings: none

Happy Reading! T~

Level 2

You had started the downloading process earlier this morning before you left for work, in hopes that the file would be close to complete when you arrived back home. Thankfully the gods were smiling on you. After changing out of your scrubs and plugging the system into the TV, you plopped down on your couch and curled into your favorite corner with a water bottle and two sets of controllers, just in case.

Immediately upon startup, you were thrown into a magnificent CGI cutscene that you hoped would be explained a little better the further into the game you got. After you built your character and typed in your name, another scene began to roll. Your character now found herself falling until she quite literally landed in the middle of town.

Most people just kept on walking, paying no mind to the perplexed girl in the middle of the square. You had to laugh to yourself a little bit, at least you didn’t get dropped into some random field with tons of monsters like the last game Rose had talked you into joining. This game had that going for it at least. After a few well placed tutorials on movement and interacting, you gave it a go. Starting your exploration of the town.

There were plenty of shops to check out and enough NPC’s to talk to, but without any particular way to defend yourself, you were stuck picking up delivery quests for an hour until Sasuke was available. Eventually, you were rewarded after finishing a task with a questionable looking lance so you took off looking for a fight. Your item list told you it had been dubbed “training lance,” and you were sure that as far as weapons went, it was garbage. But a pokey stick was better than nothing. Besides, you were happy to see swords weren’t the game’s default, the variation definitely gave it some brownie points.

You felt your phone vibrate and laughed when Sasuke told you to meet him in the city square near the chicken leg stand. Having failed your assault mission for the fourth time meant you had nothing better to do than head over there and wait. You weren’t waiting long though; in a matter of minutes, an avatar that looked frighteningly like Sasuke wandered over as a speech bubble popped up on the bottom of your screen.

Nin-nin0217 → Hey, I’m alive. Sorry for the wait.

Np! Got some quests done. Found a lance ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Not bad, have you used said lance yet?

Yes, lol did not go well. I’ve just hit my 5th respawn ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → I see. How about I take you to one of my favorite maps to grind on?

Why do I feel like I’m not at the appropriate level for the map you want to take me to? ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → You’re not, but I’ll be there so you should be able to get some good EXP.

Do I have a choice ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Of course you do. It’ll just take you forever to get to the Soldier class at this rate. If you’re okay with that than I am too.

No...let’s give your way a try. ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → That’s the spirit! :D

Before you could manage to formulate a response, an event bubble popped up on your screen. *Nin-nin0217 has requested you join him on a quest. Do you accept?* After a single exasperated breath, you hit your toggle and pressed yes. Let the grinding begin.

The map itself wasn’t challenging, the terrain was neutral, and there didn’t appear to be any hazards hiding further back near enemy lines. It also helped that you were playing through it with Sasuke. As long as your character stood within a four-space vicinity, it was nearly impossible to take you out.

After nearly three hours between two maps, your magic and resources were exhausted, and your poor spear was almost broken.

I think it’s about time to call it quits. Spears about to go, and I’m not equipped for hand to hand. ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Roger that. Are you good to finish the map? Do we need to end the mission now?

Nope, I can finish ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Good. We’ll get you a new spear when we get back into town.

Awesome sauce! ← WildCyt0m3try

With bated breath, you finished with a single strike of your lance to spare. Thank goodness, you had been warned early on that fighting with a broken weapon was the absolute worst. Zero damage dealt, and the lower defense did not sound like your cup of tea. Especially without any healing magic or herbs at your disposal.

The town was still bustling when you got back from your map, it was nice to see people were online at all hours of the day, er well night. Your avatar followed Sasuke’s towards the market street, and you made a bee-line for the armory, making sure to cash any and all in-game currency that had dropped from the monsters you fought all evening. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw all the zeros. The shop-keeper was offering to give you how much?

On top of the absurd amount of in-game currency you had just procured, you were shocked by the list that opened up to you. Instead of just the training spear you had been granted earlier, an entirely new selection of weaponry was available. With a triumphant yell you decided to drop most of your coin on a single steel lance, and backed out of the shop to follow Sasuke towards the general merchant shop.

*Nin-nin0217 has sent you a friend request. Accept?* Laughing, you clicked ‘Yes’ and began typing something witty that was sure to be lost on your friend, when he dropped you an item. *Nin-nin0217 has sent you a gift. Accept?*

What did you just send me? ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Open it and find out

I’m not about to open the games equivalent to a glitter bomb, am I? ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Unfortunately, they don’t offer such gifts. This is much better I can assure you.

Fine...thx! ← WildCyt0m3try

You accepted the gift reluctantly, closing your eyes as you pressed the open command. It only took five seconds for the system to download the present and for a happy chime to play over the speaker.

*You received a Beginner Seal. Would you like to use this now or stow it in your convoy?* The game prompted you.

Am I supposed to use this now? ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → If you’ve got a prompt to use it go for it. The beginner classes are rudimentary, but you should be able to see potential stat growths for each.

As it turned out, seals were used for in-game growth. Assuming you had managed to gain enough experience points you could use one. There were different seals for different levels, and the types of stats you had grown during battle by using specific weapons narrowed down what sort of class you could grow into. You laughed and fired off another message.

I feel like an Eevee, there’s so many options! What do I pick?! How am I supposed to choose? ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → You have 4 options…? Nin-nin0217 → Do you know what type of Master Class you’re aiming for?

Master what now? ← WildCyt0m3try No. Am I supposed to? ← WildCyt0m3try Crap. I guess I’ll just be a soldier. ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → An excellent choice, rationale?

I mean, I just bought a new lance, and it was hella expensive. Probably better to pick a class that can use lances. ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → We don’t have anyone in the group yet that is of suitable stats to become a Falcon Knight. It would add the perfect amount of diversity.

Lol, happy to help. I should probably hit the internet a little bit before I continue tho, I’m gonna log off for the night. ← WildCyt0m3try

Nin-nin0217 → Have a good evening. See you on Monday?

You too! G’night! Thx for the help! ← WildCyt0m3try

After bidding Sasuke a good night, you saved your progress and quickly logged off. Mentally kicking yourself for staying on until well past midnight. You had to work in the morning. That would be interesting. With a long sigh, you heaved yourself off the couch and put your controller back by the console before turning out all the lights. It was way past your bedtime.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen afk #ikesen modern au #ikesen gamer au #ikesen reader insert #ikesen self insert #ikesen long fic #my story

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ffamranxii · 4 years

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I draw a manga/write a light novel series based on that manga, which is essentially an amalgamation of my favorite series and giving some of my favorite characters, who I feel were shafted in their source material, a better ending. That series is called C’est la Vie 5, because it originally featured five fandoms that I LOVED enough to have created an original character for.

Now, like many people, I’ve created a fuckton of OCs for a fuckton of series. However, unlike, say, Dragonball Z and Pokemon (RIP to Son Mei and Cissy the Eevee breeder), I still use these characters. I am still active in these fandoms. Some of these characters are nearly as old as I am. Some have gone through so many iterations that they’re nearly unrecognizable from their original forms (looking at you, Haruhi, Suzuka, and Kinoko). But they have ALWAYS been there.

C5 the way it is now started as a fun little project in college to help me memorize my Japanese vocabularly. It was a series of one shot or 4koma doodles in the margins of my notebooks, featuring PGSM+Hina. Then the doodles got mutated. I replaced Makoto with an original character named Sun Hwa, who then was replaced with Ayumi Yamada from Honey and Clover. I added in Hagumi Hanamoto from H&C too. Ami was renamed Moeco, and her appearance changed. I ended up splitting Ami in two, because I loved her Dark Mercury arc so much, and ended up with Moeco and Akumi. I added Mio Kuroki but called her Arisa Kuroki, because my Usagi at the time was called Mio. I added Mikasa from Attack on Titan. Misa Amane (named Erika after her actress in the live action). And it spiraled from there. C5 went through a TON of iterations as well over the past ten years. There was a character called Haruhi, but she was from the Haruhi Suzumiya series.

Now it’s pretty ironed out. The cast is so big I’ve split the series into a set of volumes into one big volume, so it doesn’t become Naruto. Each volume has a set of plots, two of which are contained within that volume. It’s pretty easy and I like it.

HINA is a mishmash of three fandoms (two if you count PGSM and Sailor Moon as one fandom). I fell in love with Boys Over Flowers (the Korean version) after discovering the live action Sailor Moon, and had a complete fit the entire time that Jandi chose Junpyo. (WHY, Jandi. WHY. Jihoo was BETTER for you. BETTER!) I had a Korean friend in my Japanese class, and it was at this period that my Makoto doodle was replaced with Sun Hwa (another Korean) and that Hina Kusaka (who is exclusive to PGSM, and whose name I stole for my OC) became Hina Ku (after the actress who played Jandi, not Goo Junpyo). Hina and Sun Hwa had small side conversations in Korean that my friend taught me, while the group as a whole reinforced my Japanese lessons. C5 has plenty of Boys Over Flowers characters (a mix of the Korean, 2019 Chinese, and Japanese versions), but I never made an OC for the series. Hina filled both roles. In PGSM and Sailor Moon I kept her name as Kusaka, but in C5 it’s Ku, and she is a zainichi - Korean-descended. Hina also plays a different role depending on which series I’m using her in. In PGSM, I used her as Sailor Sun. Sailor Sun has been a character I’ve had since I was five years old. She’s changed style and looks considerably over the years, but she’s always been there. In every other iteration of Sailor Moon, I prefer the theory that Naru and Unazuki are Sailors Earth and Sun, and Hina is one of Usagi’s many friends. In the pre-C5 era, she, Usagi, and Erika were part of the 3 Bakas, for their bad grades.

AKIHO is my newest OC and holy shiiiiit I have cleaved to the Persona series hardcore. Rather than create a new OC for each entry in the series (though I may change my mind when Person 6 comes out), Akiho’s look, style, and role in the story changes (I reconcile this to be something akin to Clara Oswald in Doctor Who). In P5, which she was created for, she’s a Phantom Thief. The idea came to me when I learned there has never been a playable character of the Temperance arcana, Hifumi was supposed to be a PT, and the general consensus that Mishima and Shiho should have been PTs. Akiho has been through several iterations herself but her general look is based on Tae Takemi from @scruffyturtles ‘s Adult Confidant AU. Her personality seems very calm and serene, but she is a secret metal head and a huge fan of Eikichi Mishina’s band Gas Chamber. Her PT mask is based off a butterfly. Her role in C5 is a shrine maiden, where she gets along with Rei (Sailor Moon), is the sister of Akira Kurusu (who is a separate person from Ren Amamiya), and the daughter of a pair of mobsters.

KINOKO is my second oldest OC, having been around since I was twelve. Her original name was Cherry (like every other Tokyo Mew Mew OC) and her original animal is lost to the sands of time. Luckily, my favorite animal is a red data animal, so she can be fused with that now! Kinoko has been through so many iterations it isn’t funny. In the TMM world, her hair is an auburn, a dark brown with red undertones, mimicking how some mushrooms (where her name comes from) appear. (It’s a callback to her original name). Her Mew outfit has also changed considerably and I still haven’t settled on it completely. The Mew Mews are not a unit in C5. Zakuro is a model with Ann and dating Minto, Ringo (LOVE Ringo) is a middle schooler who hangs out at an arcade and is best friends with Bu-Ling, Ichigo is a waitress with Berii, Retasu works with Ryou. And Kinoko works at a karaoke bar, chasing troublemakers like Bu-Ling out. She also interacts with the new Au Lait boys.

SUZUKA is also an old OC, her name having originally been Meiling. She’s from Fushigi Yuugi, which I was obsessed with as a child. She’s nearly as old as Kinoko - I was introduced to the series at around the same time. Suzuka’s original role as Meiling was Miaka’s attendant and general Mary Sue, and she was one of my first attempts at exploring fanfiction (along with Kagami the cat demon and Teiten the Thunder Sister from Inuyashs, RIP), because I couldn’t decide which of the original Suzaku warriors I loved most. Everyone had such a wonderfully tragic, lovely backstory, and I needed to give them all blankets and hugs, and Miaka was just a dumbass, okay? (I think I settled on Tasuki. Love me some Tasuki.) Anyway. Suzuka eventually morphed into the Priestess of Kouryuu once I learned that Fushigi Yuugi was based on real Chinese legends, and one legend sometimes included Koryuu, the Yellow Dragon of the Center. (Fun fact: There’s a video game that explores this option, but in it, Kouryuu, is treated as a false god.) In my OC world, Kouryuu is the Great Unifier, only able to be summoned once the first four priestesses have summoned Suzaku, Seiryuu, Byakko, and Genbu, and it is he that will stop the war that threatens the four countries of the Book of the Universe of the Four Gods. In C5, Suzuka works at a bookstore owned by Hifumi Togo that specializes in rare books.

HARUHI is the last old OC, but she’s also new? Haruhi was, for the longest time, existant in a stage of limbo. Fruits Basket was introduced to me as a teenager, when I was about thirteen or fourteen, and I didn’t quiiiite embrace the message, behind it. I couldn’t get past the art style (I was very picky about what I visually consumed back then), I couldn’t get into the anime for the same reason, and I couldn’t quite get past the whole “it’s called Fruits Basket wtf and also they turn into animals? And it’s not a magical girl anime? What in the actual fuck?” But like many things I of course loved the characters, I adored my baby Kyo, and I of course made an OC specifically for him, because I back then did not ship Kyoru (sacriligious, I know). I don’t even remember what Haruhi’s original name was. I just decided that she was a Sohma and the rooster, because the curse of the original rooster was broken, and broke a long time ago, so it was entirely possible for Kyo to have a love interest who was a Sohma and the rooster who was around his age (in my teenage mind). That old Sohma OC, is of course, RIP. I can’t even. And recently, I discovered Fruits Basket Another, and I somewhat resurrected that OC in the form of Haruhi, but as the child of the OG cast. Sawa needs more friends, more protectors, and there’s no tsundere besides Hajime. It always bothered me that Kagura never got any canon love interest or story wrap up after she let go of Kyo, and then in Another she doesn’t have children. :( I love Kagura, so Haruhi is hers! I’m also sad that no one in Another dresses in kimonos when so many in Furuba did (Ritsu, Akito, Shigure, Kazuma, Kunimitsu), so Haruhi dresses in them when she isn’t in school.

KEIKO is special. Not only is she the newest, but she is also the only character exclusive to C5. While the other characters in C5 are based on characters from other fandoms and have their personalities and such shaped by the new series, Keiko is entirely unique. Her name is a combination of the two things that birthed the series: Sailor Moon and Persona 5. Keiko is for Keiko Kitagawa, the actress who played Sailor Mars in PGSM; and Makigami is for Kazuya Makigami, a major character in Persona 5 the Daybreakers. Kazuya is also Keiko’s brother in C5 and he is... not a great person lol. Neither is Keiko. Her appearance is based on how I wear my hair irl and the clothing of Jim Hawking from Outlaw Star, my favorite anime of all time. (I sadly never made an OC for that series. I tried but I am not good at space opera.)

None of the OCs ever cross paths in C5. It would create a temporal paradox and probably result in one of them fainting or dying lol. Since they’re all essentially the same person. Fun fact: I, Ffamran (known in-universe as Bideru the author) also occasionally make cameos, and I also cannot cross paths with the OCs. Luckily Tokyo, where C5 is set, is a very big place.

If you stuck with me through this very long post about OCs, thank you! I just really wanted to go off about them since I’ve been in a writing mood and I’m on volume 2 of C’est la Vie 5 now.

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