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haruchuiyo · 1 year

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Captivating

You and Lieutenant Ghost dance around each other with your feelings for the other.

content: sfw, depiction of violence, mending injuries, in love!simon, lots of fluff, bare chested and back simon, he is absolutely downright in love with you (he doesn’t know it), you fall first he falls harder!trope

ghost x fem!medic reader

fyi, I’m not a medic so some stuff written in this could be incorrect ;(

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He was captivating just the way he carried himself.

The first day you saw him walking inside the room, it’s like your eyes zeroed in on him. He was quiet, gave a subtle slight nod as a greeting to everyone in the room. His eyes flickering over everyone and when his eyes landed on you and your eyes met his, you couldn’t look away.

And he held that eye contact for what felt like ages, but was in fact just a few seconds before he looked away to pay attention to what Captain Price was debriefing about. You looked at him for a few more seconds before looking away.

During the entire mission, when you had your brief freetime, your mind went to him. And when he was anywhere in your presence, your eyes found him as if it’s a reflex.

One time you got caught and you startled in surprise, you couldn’t see his expression cause of his mask but you do hope he wasn’t laughing at you behind it for being caught. Much did you know, he didn’t pay it too much mind.

Until you approached him for the first time and blurted out the first thing you could think of.

“I know how to make explosives.” What a great first greeting. And for goodness sake, you’re a medic, how do you know how to create explosives? You wanted to uppercut yourself after saying that and after seeing his reaction. The behemoth of a man in front of you was stunned in surprise. How do you know that, his eyes slightly widened in surprise. You feel your entire body heat up.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you that but I do wanna say that you need to come in for an examination.” You ramble on. “You know, for blood tests, and all the important stuff.” All the important stuff? You can’t embarrass yourself even more? “Alright, see you. And the examination has to be done this week.” You say before walking away. Then you stop before turning around and he is still standing there, much to your surprise. So you give an awkward small wave before walking away in a haste.

Ghost was speechless. As a man of few words unless necessary, he was a man of even more few words after his interaction with you. Which left an impression on him. Just a little bit. Oh how he proved himself wrong just the day and days after.

Each time, he finds himself looking at you. And he sees you look back, your eyes widen in surprise and your lips part as if you’re lost of words. During examinations, even if you don’t show it much, he feels your hands slightly shake when checking his pulse. And he sees you not holding eye contact with him for more than three seconds. And he finds it so amusing yet so endearing. He has barely uttered more than ten words to you and he already has you in shambles.

During a debrief, he hears Price talk about you coming with them during one of their missions and Simon has to physically hold himself back from walking away from the meeting, and ask you ‘why’. A medic on the field means you gotta have combat training. Do you have it? How long have you been training? Were you a soldier before being a medic? How long have been you a medic? And he finds himself asking questions that make him get to know you. On a personal level. And he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I used to be a soldier.” You tell Ghost one day during one of weekly examinations you have with the 141 team. Ghost looks up at you, away from your hands on his bicep where you wrapped a blood pressure monitor around his bicep. And when you don’t hear a reply as usual, which you don’t mind, you turn away to check on your screen to see his other results when you hear him speak up.

“How long?” His question is so simple but it has your heart pounding so fast against your chest. His voice is so deep and has a hint of gentleness in it. He is trying his best to ask his question as gently as possible. Your heart flutters at his obvious intention.

“Five years, almost six.” You reply with a smile on your lips and you swear you heard his breath hitch before the familiar sound of the monitor beeps and you get his pulse results. It’s increased.

“Your pulse has increased since last time and your blood sugar, which you can see here,” you point at the screen thinking Ghost would look as well, when he in fact was looking at you instead while you explain his results to him.

“So make sure to do it, alright?” You tell him what he should do to maintain his pulse, blood sugar and pressure before turning to look at the screen again. He wanted so badly for you to look at him rather than the screen, he wanted to grab your chin and turn it so you look at him and him only. Not his pulse, blood pressure or anything else. I’m pathetic. Ghost wants to uppercut himself. Johnny would have a fun field day if he heard what he is thinking right now, and he shudders internally at the amount of teasing Johnny would have if he knew.

After your first field mission as a medic not as a soldier, you finally got back to the base. Not unscratched though, you have a cut from when a bullet grazed your arm which you knew wouldn’t give a long lasting impact.

A bullet just grazed your left arm when you felt pain on your entire left arm just a few seconds after. You heard Ghost yell orders at someone in the radio before you see him running towards you, kneeling in front of you before grabbing you to the side for safety and to avoid more wounds. He places you against a metal board and you hear him frantically tell you to stay awake.

“Stay awake for me, love? Alright?” Why is he saying that? That’s when you hear ringing in your ears and your visions getting blurry before you feel Ghost patting your cheeks rather harshly, which wakes you up for some reason.

“Good girl, your pupils are clear and now eyes open, copy?” He orders and you nod. “Copy, sir.” He nods at you before speaking into the radio and you look down at your left arm and see a bullet hit you and you put pressure on the wound. The bullet are gonna feel like torture to take out. You think to yourself, sighing amongst the chaos. You see Ghost reach behind himself and you see his small box of first aid kit. You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re the medic here now.” You giggle and Ghost gives you a look. How can you be giggling during a time like this? He wraps your wound in a haste and you hiss in pain when he grabs you up with your right arm.

“Johnny took down the rest, now let’s get to safety.” He tells you. “Yes, sir.” You manage to utter out. Your left arms hurt like a meteorite hit you.

Back at the base, you redid your wound and amidst the chaos on the field, you managed to take out the bullet and the fragments. Thankfully you only had your left arm shot, which is less of a damage than what Soap received on the sides of his stomach. And Ghost has knife wounds on his back and the rest of the team was left uninjured.

You managed to stitch him up after telling him take his shirt off despite your left arm, while Soap was on pain relievers Ghost was still as a statue as you stitched him up.

“All done.” You say before sighing because of the pain in your left arm. “You good, doc?” You hear Soap ask despite his own pain.

“Yeah don’t worry about me, let me know if the pain doesn’t subside.” You tell him as he nods and give you a thumbs up before he gives in to sleep. You look at Ghost who is now standing up beside you, shirt on. Which bummed you out a little bit.

“Be careful with the stitches, or I need to redo them.” You tell him with a smile on your face before leaving the room with him and Soap in it. Then you went back and walked into the room, Ghost was still there, feeling on his stitches through his shirt as he watched his comrade rest. His face turns to look at you when he hears you speak up.

“I’m gonna need to check on them again though, so I call on you when needed.” You say with a sheepish grin. “Thank you.” You hear him say and your heart flutters at that.

“It’s nothing, just doing my job.” You say softly. And you see his eyes soften and which has you wanting to melt to the floor.

Weeks after that day, you call Ghost back in to check on his stitches. He turned around and lifted up the back of his shirt but to no avail, it showed partially off his back. You see him look at you over his shoulders and your body feels hot. Alone in a room with a half naked man you can’t help but be captivated by, does things to you and when he takes his shirt off, you see the wounds on his back. Healed wounds and the stitches turned into fine scars.

“They’ve healed beautifully.” He hears you say from behind him. He’s never found his scars beautiful, just a reminder of what happened and his past. But if you think they’re beautiful, then so be it.

Ghost feels you graze your hands over his newly healed scars and he feels like a volcano erupted inside him. If she keeps touching me like that, I’m gonna walk out of this room without saying anything. Fortunately, you pulled back your hand which was also an unfortunate thing because Simon do want your touch on his skin. I feel so conflicted, I don’t know what to do around her. Should I talk? Should I just stare at her? Not talk? Her lips look so beautiful, I wanna taste them- and now I’m getting ahead of myself.

He still hasn't turned around to face you.

“How do you feel, by the way.” You ask him, wanting his input on his healed wounds. You see him do a slight shrug with his shoulders before you hear a simple “Good.” from him. It’s so him to be so straightforward, you can’t help but smile at that. He’s quite endearing.

“Alright, we are done here.” You tell him before noting down his results on his medical reports. As you look up, you see him stand up and he stretches his back, showing his muscles and you can’t help but stare until you see him turn around. Bare chest right in front of you and you look away after staring for a good three seconds. He really is a behemoth of a man.

He didn’t miss the look on your face at the sight of his chest and he can imagine the look when you saw his back. He felt your eyes on him. Everytime he’s in your presence, he is so conscious of you he doesn’t miss a thing.

“Am I dismissed, ma’am?�� He hears himself say, feeling like teasing you. He sees you look up so fast like your neck would snap. You’re so endearing.

“Ma’am?” You blurt out before you wave him away, “Yes yes, you’re dismissed.” Simon just loves it when you trip on your words. You’re kind of cute. Kind of? Very cute. Yes, Johnny would definitely have a fun field day if he knew what I was saying.

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i want to kiss this man.

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limeyyoshi · 8 days

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Questioning how TTAB's really work...

I've started doubting something that everyone assumed was correct so far, and I will update my "More Intelligent Bathrooms" mod on MTS shortly to test if I am correct in my doubts, because I've had multiple people complain to me that my mod is not working as intended, despite me exactly following the instructions from this tutorial back in early '23 when I created the mod. Back then, I wasn't as experienced in modding yet, and did not really question tutorials on the Internet either.

To the matter at hand. There is a non-zero chance that the explanation provided by @dramallamadingdang regarding TTAB's... is wrong, because of an oopsie in SimPE.

iCad's exemplic study, the FreeTime exercise bike, according to SimPE, displays following advertisement values: Base 0003, Delta 000A, Type 0023. iCad checked the TTAB entry on the MTS Wiki against it, and did not find type 0023 in there, but for the tutorial did not follow this oddity further, instead asking people to just set the value to 0000 to apply to all Sims equally.

Now, while the exercise bike was not present in early EP's, we can look at other objects and look at its own TTAB advertisement values as they are displayed now, and as they were displayed in, say, Open for Business. Because, in fact, Pets introduced new TTAB formats that allow you to set separate advertisements for different motives for Sims and pets. And quite notably, many interactable objects in the game were subsequently updated. Sometimes, values were just switched around, while sometimes, they were completely overhauled.

It's the switcheroo cases that made me open my eyes and come up with this hypothesis.

What if all the columns are actually shifted by one in later TTAB formats, causing the labels and columns to mismatch?

If we look at the exercise bike again, suddenly the advertisement values make perfect sense. Instead of type "23" weirdness, we have a very clear bias towards Active Sims (type 3) using the exercise bike, which is also observable in-game.

But also, for the medicine cabinets where I saw a type "32" I couldn't make sense of, suddenly this is just a huge Delta for Neat Sims (type B), and I finally have an explanation for why Sims almost never wash their faces (because only Neat Sims are enabled to do so at all, and even then brushing their teeth advertises to them so much more).

Again, as mentioned in the beginning, I will update my Bathroom Intelligence mod shortly to reflect these new findings - let's see if I'm right.

#thesims2 #sims2 #sims 2 mods #simpe

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takiberry · 4 months

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𐙚ᝰ.ᐟ Coffee Breath : WY

୨୧⋆ : profiles

PREV : MASTERLIST : NEXT

coffee h8ers | baristas who hate their jobs + their beloved boss

°˖➴ ☕️ small introductions ;

- wang yixiang ( nicholas ) , 21 : worker at sunshine café , absolutely hates his job but tolerates it , is seen as intimidating due to his gaze, a sweetheart, bestfriends w/ euijoo, has an ex-girlfriend.

- koga yudai ( k ) , 26 : co worker of nico , shift manager at sunshine , fuma’s bestfriend , gives the best advice and help , basically a father to taki , zero fucks about dating.

- murata fuma , 25 : another co worker of nico , doesn’t really use social media , basically the 2nd parent friend , gives great advice and help pt2 , loves his job.

- byun euijoo ( ej ) , 21 : nicholas’ bestfriend & boss , owns sunshine café , a indefinite sweetheart , also loves his job , usually sometimes has no clue whats going on.

- nakakita yuma , 19 : youngest of the five , short tempered and nags like an old lady , hates his job but stays for good pay and his friends , an actual horndog , dances in his freetime , never knows whats happening.

📝 ╰┈➤ tini notiez : yay!! more profiles! 2 down, 1 more to go! oh my gosh, i’m super excited for this series! again,i do not have a set schedule as to when i’ll post chapters, it may just be spontaneously posted!!

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ 🐾 taglist ! : @aceheexx @hyvelxve @soobiverse @luvnicho @i4kt @luvitria @jjungwonss @lovewonkiki @yuma-is-mine

#renè’s talking teddy 🧸#renè is taki’s bby🐰#renè’s 🍓 anons!#&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #renè’s favs!🍭#&team fluff #&team imagines #&team x reader #&team social media au #&team smau #&team nicholas #&team ff #nicholas x reader #wang yixiang smut #;coffee breath☕️

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long-life-to-bsd · 5 months

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Hi! I love your writing! If your requests are open, might I ask how you think the bsd boys would be with a gamer!s/o that spends a lot of their freetime playing also knows a bit about IT and computers in general? I'd really love have Fyodor, Ranpo and Dazai in there but feel free to choose any that tickle your fancy~

Hey! Thank you so much @yunohawkeye 💖💗!

Anyways... yes, my request are open and I really love hearing your ideas. I hope that what I wrote is good because I really have little to zero experience about gaming and computers 😅.

Pairings: fyodor, dazai, ranpo × gamer!s/o

FYODOR

Fyodor is a meany: he hates your hobby (he hates anything that steals your attention. Like, what do you mean he is not the only thing you care about?) and will make sure you know it. But he is going to be very, very, very kind and will "let" you do whatever you want, but you better be very thankful.

And why he hates it? He's jealous (he will never admit it, though)

You're good with computer? Wonderful, you've got yourself a new job at the DOA. You don't want it? Too bad, you don't really have a choice.

Still, this man will spoil you. He will complain about how much time you spend gaming and how useless it is to waste your free time like that (why gaming when you can burn few buildings to the ground with him?), but he will always make sure you have the best gaming set on the market.

Literally... he will rant about how bad it is for you to be sitting for hours in front of a screen (hypocrite 🙄) and then boom: what's that new computer? That's weird... he knows nothing about it.

And oh... that new game you heard about, you want it now? He'll kidnapp the creator and force him to give it you earlier. Some levels are a bit too difficult? He'll hack the game for you.

Someone defeated you? He just needs a name...

DAZAI

He is pretty neutral about your hobby. As long as you're willing to commit double-suicide with him he has no problems... (just kidding)

If you spend too much time gaming he'll get super clingy. But like a lot.

He'll pretend to be jealous of your computer. He'll whine and complain till you give him your absolute attention.

He definitely tried gaming before, but didn't like it. (Why? Chuuya was better then him, so he decided that he just didn't like it). But know that he knows you? He'll make sure to know everything that there is to know about it just to impress you.

He will definitely blackmail (just because he is holding back) any rude gamers that dared to defeat you in a game.

RANPO

He is intrigued. He will definitely spend hours watching you eating his snacks. You are like a TV show.

After few seconds he'll probably already know everything about the game you are playing. He probably already knows how to win and finish everything in few seconds, but he knows better than spoil you that.

Even if he knows absolutely everything he will still ask you thousands of questions just to annoy you and to make sure you don't forget he is there (poor baby, just wants your attention).

If you are also an expert about IT your in charge about anything even slightly related about electronics in your house. Like, even for an electric toothbrush he'll say it's better if you are the one choosing it... (he is just sooo lazy. Moreover... how different can they be, a computer and a toothbrush?)

He'd definitely be interested in trying... I mean, an hobby that requires sitting for a really long time?

Yet, he is not really good at it. (I think his eye-hand coordination isn't the best)

He'll play cooking mama next to you for hours, though.

#bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd dazai #dazai #dazai osamu #dazai × reader #dazai headcanons #bsd fyodor #fyodor headcanons #fyodor #fyodor × reader #ranpo × reader #ranpo #bsd ranpo #ranpo headcanons

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zz-chikorita · 6 months

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While I know that videogames might not be everyone's cup of tea, let's just pretend that ALL your characters actually do like playing certain videogames. What kind of games do each of them like the most, and are they any good at it?

This one had me do some real thinkin'... 🤔💭

Guzma:

I think Guzma actually really enjoys playing any kind of co-op game with the grunts, even if he's not really good at them. But the grunts think it's funny when he starts raging at a game and he knows it. As far as games he plays alone in his freetime, I feel he prefers adventure/rpg type of game. He doesn't play a whole lot, but when he does find a game he likes, he plays it obsessively and tries to find every little bit of lore and secrets it has. He also always ends up becoming obsessed with games barely anyone's ever heard of and often he pesters Plumeria to play whatever game that is so he can discuss it with someone. (He also likes chill games and farming simulators like stardew Valley and animal crossing, but he's embarrassed about it and will deny it if asked)

Plumeria:

Plums likes rhythm games and strategy/puzzle based games mainly. It's definitely worth noting that she's, like, INSANELY good at them, too. Long story short, all the grunts know to never to take her bet if it invloves beating her high score. She also really enjoys any kind of game that implements any kind of branching path mechanic, so she's definitely played games like Zero Escape, Hades, and any of the telltale games multiple times.

Leon:

Definitely any kind of resource management game. So stuff like slime rancher, oxygen not included, factorio, terraria, et cetera. He's actually had to self ban himself from playing certain games because he missed too many league meetings literally playing for hours without realizing it. It bums him out because they were super fun, but he knows he can't trust himself.

(Other characters under cut)

Hop:

He likes minecraft and other sandbox games. He likes playing co-op with friends, but when he's at home, he doesn't have a great internet connection.

Moon:

Like the little gremlin she is, she likes horror games. She especially likes making Gladion and Hau play horror games with her. Or rather, not telling them it's a horror game until it's too late

A & B:

B is stellar at platformers. A is the best at fighting games of all the grunts. They are both equally trash at racing games.

Kalani (oc):

When he was much younger, he spent a LOT of time playing FPS. By the end of high school, he kind of got bored with them and played more MMO RPGs.

Molayne:

Mo also like MMO RPGs. He also likes games like Elden Ring and Bloodborn. He has, very discreetly, played a variety of dating sims and, no, no one knows about this but him.

Kukui:

The professor plays a lot of battle royale games. He's also very bad about getting sucked into gotcha games.

#ask zz c #what with the hcs and such #guzma #pokemon leon #plumeria #jolly rogers #example of a game guzma became obsessed with and annoyed plums to play: Eastward #yes this is because my own older brother did exactly that to me #(and guz's character is heavily based on him if yoy weren't aware)#but for real it ended up being a really good game go play eastward #ty for the prompt anon i enjoyed it <3

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findroleplay · 2 years

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Heya, I'm Vee, 18+ years old, female (she/her) from the CET timezone! I'm looking for a few new Fandom Roleplays!

I'm looking for Canon x OC, FxM only (will double for AxA) and very much offer to Double! I only roleplay on Discord.

I am semi-literate to literate. I can write a couple paragraphs, but I prefere not having too much pressure when it comes to length. I usually type around the max. length on Discord, sometimes more. But somedays it might be a bit less.

I write my OC in first person and the character I double as (plus any additional ones) in third person.

I am in college and not the most active (most likely no rapid fire), yet I try to answer regularly and ask of my partner to be patient. Roleplaying is just a hobby for me, so I don't wanna force myself to reply, if I still got work to do or wanna spend my freetime with something else.

I am a big fan of Romance, Angst and Drama! I also like mature themes and topics, like unhealthy relationships, perhaps some yandere here and there and a couple AUs! Smut is possible, yet would I prefere to let it be an afterthought, instead of the whole story.

I also enjoy love triangles (or squares) and am always up to also double for those!

When it comes to Fandoms, those are the ones that I'm looking for, as well as which characters I'd wanna pair my OC with. The coloured ones are my favourites! I can double up as any names characters, as well as a bunch more!

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Yuga Aoyama, Mashirao Ojiro, Fumikage Tokoyami, Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Yo Shindo, Inasa Yoarashi, Seiji Shishikura, Natsu Todoroki, Rody Soul, Shota Aizawa, Keigo Tamaki/Hawks, Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum, Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye, Enji Todoroki/Endeavour, Toshinori Yagi/All Might, Kai Chisaki/Overhaul, Touya Todoroki/Dabi, Jin Bubaigawara/Twice, Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress, Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner, Tomura Shigaraki

DANGANRONPA:

Byakuya Togami, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Mondo Owada, Leon Kuwata, Nagito Komaeda, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Gundham Tanaka, Kazuichi Soda, Hajime Hinata, Izuru Kamukura, Nekomaru Nidai, Gonta Gokuhara, Kokichi Ouma, K1B0, Shuichi Saihara, Kaito Momota, Rantaro Amami, Ryoma Hoshi, Korekiyo Shinguji

MIRACULOUS:

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine/Viperion, Felix Graham de Vanilly, Kim le Chien

PERCY JACKSON:

Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Apollo, Frank Zhang, Octavian

XENOBLADE CHRONICLES:

Shulk, Reyn, Dunban, Kallian, Rex, Zeke, Jin, Malos, Mikhail, Akhos, Adam, Minoth, Hugo, Noah, Lanz, Taion, Isurd, Zeon, N, Bolearis, Aizel

FIRE EMBLEM:

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Sylvain Jose Gautier, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Ashe Ubert, Dedue Molinaro, Claude von Riegan, Chrom, Frederick, Stahl, Vaike, Lon'zu, Virion, Gaius, Henry, Gregor, Owain, Inigo, Yarne, Brady, Alm, Lukas, Gray, Tobin, Kliff, Clive, Forsyth, Python, Luthier, Conrad, Fernand, Berkut, Ryoma, Takumi, Xander, Leo, Odin, Laslow, Niles, Silas, Kaden

ZERO ESCAPE:

Junpei Tenmyouji, Santa/Aoi Kurashiki, Sigma Klim/Kyle Klim

AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES:

Kaname Date, Kuruto Ryuki, Saito Sejima, Moma Kumakura, Lien Twining, Gen Ishiyagane

13 SENTINELS: AEGIS RIM:

Shu Amiguchi, Nenji Ogata, Takatoshi Hijiyama, Keitaro Miura, Ei Sekigahara, Takemi Wajima

WAITING FOR SPRING:

Towa Asakura, Aya Kamiyama, Rui Miyamoto, Ryuuji Tada, Kyosuke Wakamiya

FRUITS BASKET:

Kyo Soma, Yuki Soma, Shigure Soma, Hatsuharu Soma, Momiji Soma, Kureno Soma, Akito Soma

SK8 THE INFINITY:

Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Miya Chinen, Kojiro Nanjo/Joe

OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB:

Tamaki Suoh, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Takashi Morinozuka, Kyoya Ootori

THE OWL HOUSE:

Hunter, Edric Blight

VOLTRON:

Lance McClain, Lotor, Keith Kogane

GOTHAM:

Ed Nygma, Victor Zsasz, Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jeremiah Valeska

LEGENDS OF TOMORROW:

John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Mick Rory, Ray Palmer, Rip Hunter, Nate Heywood, Behrad Tarazi, Jefferson "Jax" Jackson

ANNE WITH AN E:

Gilbert Blythe, Jerry Baynard, Moody Spurgeon

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove

If interested, my Discord is: ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ#5078

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p-artsypants · 4 months

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Paint it Black (10) Praying

Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City's crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a correlation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? [Actually, does not contain an OC]

Ao3 | FF.net

On a quiet Saturday night, the Titans assembled in the ops room for movie night. Black was invited, but didn’t initially join.

They were watching some bad Kung-Fu parody movie, where the mouths were dubbed over in English with a different script.

Robin probably would have loved it.

As it stood, Beast Boy was mostly the only one paying attention.

The rest of them were thinking about Robin and how the Batman would be arriving within the week.

The door to the ops room swooshed open and Black stomped into the room, walking right in front of all of them like a pre-teen with attitude.

“What?” Asked Raven.

“I’m going to church tomorrow and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”

Cyborg paused the movie as everyone stared at Black. “Come again?”

“I had been going nearly every Sunday and Wednesday night, but I haven’t gone for the last two weeks, and when I don’t go, my buddy Jim worries about me.”

“Jim?” Raven zeroed in on the name.

“Yeah, my friend Jim! He’s a pal!”

“Jim Baker?”

“That’s right!”

“I’ll take you to church,” Cyborg said easily.

“We’ll all go,” added Raven.

“Uh, Raven, can you even––?” Beast Boy cringed.

“We’ll find out. I’d like to have a word with this friend, Jim Baker.” She crossed her arms.

“Please, I have heard of church and seen its buildings, but am unclear of its purpose.”

“You know what Christianity is, right? One of our world’s main religions?”

“Yes, it is the worship of ‘God’ whose name appears on your money. He has a son, named Jesus Christ, I believe? Sometimes people exclaim his name when startled. Robin told me.”

“So people who practice Christianity worship God and Jesus. Church is where they gather on Sunday mornings to sing songs and learn more about him from his book, the Bible.”

“It is like school, then?”

“In a way, I guess.”

“Fascinating! What time does church start tomorrow?”

“9:30,” said Black. “But I like to get there early. It’s on the South side of town. Jump City Community Church.”

“Oh, I know that place,” said Cyborg. “They run the soup kitchen and food pantry. We’ll get you there, buddy.”

Black grinned and sashayed out of the room.

“Honestly, hearing he was going to church in his freetime makes me feel a little better,” said Cyborg. “Getting ‘thou shall not kill’ drilled into his head was probably good.”

“Starfire,” Raven began. “Do you have something you could wear over your uniform tomorrow?”

“Why?”

How to explain? “If we want to get on these people’s good side, we need to show some respect to their ideals. Our uniforms are a little inappropriate for church.”

“What is inappropriate about my attire?”

“I think some people might be…offended if you show up with your midriff visible. I’m going to wear a skirt.”

“Oh! I understand. They are more modest with their clothing! Fear not, I have a sweater for just the occasion.”

“What’s the big deal, Rae?” Said Beast Boy. “We’re the Teen Titans. Surely everyone there will be used to seeing us like this?” He gestured to himself.

She scowled. “I am half demon. If I’m going into a church, I will not give anyone fodder to criticize me.”

“Well, when you say it like that…”

“Come with me, Raven! We shall find a skirt that compliments your uniform for tomorrow!” Starfire sang, pulling her into the hall.

“Dudes! What about the movie!?”

—

The next morning, the team gathered in the ops room, ready to go. Starfire had a cream colored chunky knit sweater over her uniform, while Raven had a simple black knee length skirt to cover her legs.

Black entered, not wearing his trench coat, but a long sleeved black shirt and his ratty black jeans. His hair was combed down and had the two spit curls Robin always hated. “Well, don’t you kids look spiffy?”

“You ready to go?” Cyborg asked.

“Ha! Do pigs swim?”

The Titans all looked over to Beast Boy. “Do they?”

“I mean, yeah?”

They loaded up in the T-Car and sped off. It was the first time Black rode with them. He sat in the middle of the back, Raven on one side, and Starfire on the other.

“Wow, this is a really pretty car! It looks just like you, Cyborg!”

“I made it,” Cyborg smiled back in the rearview window. “She’s my baby.”

Black rubbed the console like it was a live animal. “Good girl!”

They arrived at 9:20, much to Black’s dismay. People were flowing in, and the church looked rather busy.

Inside, they were greeted by a blonde woman, your typical white suburban mother. “Good morning! Good to see you again!”

“Hi Bonnie!” Black greeted, warmly. “I brought my friends with me!”

Bonnie prepared to greet them, and then stood shocked for a second. “...the Teen Titans! Well, welcome! Glad you could join us this morning! Would you like a bulletin?”

“Thank you,” Cyborg returned the greeting and took one.

“You doing okay, Raven?” Beast Boy asked as they entered.

“I haven’t burst into flames, so I think I’m okay.”

The lobby was a large circular room with a skylight. The sanctuary was to the right, and the back wall featured a coffee bar.

As the Titans moved further inside, they were greeted with warm smiles and hearty handshakes. Black greeted every single person he walked past, like he knew each and every one of them.

They were just all so friendly.

“You guys want coffee? It's good! And they have tea!” Black urged them in, tugging on arms.

“Black!” A man in a plaid polo shirt and khakis approached. He was tall, lanky, and had salt and pepper hair. “You’re here! And you…brought friends?”

“I sure did! This is Starfire, Beast Boy, Cyborg, and Raven!”

“Good morning!”

“Hiya!”

“Hey, nice to meet you.”

“Hi.”

“Well, welcome! I’m Pastor Jim Baker. Glad to have you here today.”

A ping of understanding hit all the Titans at the same time.

Pastor Jim Baker.

“Did…you guys receive my letter?” He asked, his voice a little lower.

“Sure did,” said Cyborg.

Jim sighed in relief. “Good. Well, I really would like to talk to you all more about that, but service is about to start. Why don’t you join us, and then we can all talk during the Sunday School hour?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Cyborg nodded.

“Come on, I’ll show you where I always sit!” Black took Starfire and Beast Boy’s hands and beckoned them into the sanctuary.

It had a high vaulted ceiling, lined with slatted wood. There was a stage up front, where a band was setting up. A giant cross was on the wall above them, bordered with stained glass on both sides. There was a screen in the corner with a slide show of events playing on it.

“Dude, is that an electric guitar? I thought churches had like…organs and stuff.”

“Depends on the church,” said Cyborg.

Black led them toward the front, on the right most side. Again, as they passed, he greeted people warmly and enthusiastically.

“He’s like a different person,” Cyborg said to Starfire, softly. “He’s behaving well.”

“I wonder why.”

The congregation was filled with a variety of people. There were plenty of your standard white church people, plus a healthy dose of intercity kids, recently reformed thugs and felons, bikers, and even disheveled homeless folks. It was a strange blend, but they were all talking together, building a community.

They shuffled into their seats, the people around them waving and smiling in greeting.

“This isn’t so bad, right?” Beast Boy asked Raven.

She sighed. “No. Better than I was expecting.”

Cyborg opened the program they were given. “Hey Star, there’s an order to the service,” he showed her. “We’ll stand and sing songs, then we’ll listen to the Pastor give his sermon. When they have us pray, we just bow our heads and close our eyes. Pretty simple.”

“I like to sing!” She chirped.

“I know you do. I don’t know if you’ll know the songs they play, but you’ll probably like them.”

“Hey Cy,” Beast Boy wondered. “You seem pretty…familiar with this. Have you been to church before?”

“Yeah, used to go when I was a kid. It’s been a long time though.”

Then, a man with a guitar started playing. Keyboard, violin, and drums joined in.

Starfire perked right up, the tune was joyful and fun.

“Great and Mighty is The Lord Our God, Great and Mighty is He. Great and Mighty is The Lord Our God, Great and Mighty is He!”

“I like this song,” Starfire told Cyborg.

Of course you do. Cyborg smirked.

“Good morning!” Pastor Jim greeted as the first song ended. “Isn’t it a lovely fall day? Did you all see the trees in their fall colors today? God’s truly a master painter, isn’t he?” He looked at the bulletin. “We have our typical events taking place this week. Soup Kitchen on Tuesday, Prayer Meeting on Wednesday, Food Pantry on Thursday. Tonight, I’ve been told the youth are going bowling and that Pizza will be provided.”

“I want to go bowling,” Beast Boy muttered.

“Next week, we’re doing our Trunk or Treat. There’s still plenty of space to sign up to host a game. You don’t actually have to have a trunk! The church will provide candy, so you don’t have to buy any. What else? Oh! We’re going to start taking donations for Operation Christmas Child. This year we’re aiming to pack a thousand boxes! We’ll be taking donations of hygiene products during the month of October. I’m told our boxes will be going to a refugee camp in Poland for children displaced from the war, so keep that in mind as you pack your shoeboxes.

“As for prayer requests, we’re praying for those who are not here due to sickness…” he listed several people’s names and their specific needs. Some were in hospital, some had ailing family. “And last, we want to continue our prayers for Robin of the Teen Titans. He and his team did so much for our city, for nothing in return. We want to pray for his return, or closure for his whereabouts. Pray for healing if he needs it. We’d also like to pray for strength for his team as they work through this crisis. Would y’all pray with me?”

None of the Titans had been playing on actually praying, but they all felt compelled to in the end. This church had been praying for Robin the whole time, and he was right here, among them!

They sang more songs. The Titans patiently stood with the rest of the congregation. Cyborg, Beast Boy, and Starfire tried to follow along with the songs. Black knew several of them and sang as loud as he could.

Then the sermon came. It was appreciated, as the topic was community and building each other up.

“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.

“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’”

They sang another song at the end, and then they were released.

Beast Boy stretched. “Well, that wasn’t as nearly as boring as I thought it’d be.”

Raven elbowed him. “Maybe wait to say stuff like that until we’re out of the building?”

“Oops.”

“Hey!” Black perked up. “Do ya guys want donuts? They have them downstairs during the Sunday School hour!”

“Sweet, donuts!” Beast Boy started, but was held back by Raven.

“Why don’t you go get us some? We want to have a little chat with your friend, Jim.”

“Okie dokie Mrs. Magpie!” And he skipped off, just as Pastor Jim arrived at the end of the row.

“Hi, follow me to my office?” He kept the pleasant smile, but there was clear grief on his face.

They followed him through the church building, watching as he played nonchalant as he passed his congregation. He led them down a hall, away from the people, and into an office with a desk, two chairs, and a couch.

“Please, make yourselves at home.” He moved behind the desk. His mask dropped, and he looked weary and troubled.

Raven and Cyborg sat in the chairs while Beast Boy and Starfire took up spots on the couch.

He held out a jar. “Tootise Roll?”

Beast Boy, Starfire, and Cyborg took one.

“Chewy chocolate?” Starfire asked thoughtfully. “Delightful!”

Pastor Jim let out a long sigh as he rested his head in his hand. “So…you’ve met him.”

“More than that,” Cyborg said. “He’s staying with us.”

Jim’s shoulders sagged even more, maybe from relief. “Thank goodness.”

“How did you meet?” Raven asked.

“I’m the one who…found him.” He shook his head. “This is not a good neighborhood, but I wanted to start a church where the community needed it. One night, I stayed too late and left the church when it was dark out. As I was walking back to my car, I heard him singing, belting out these really sad lyrics at the top of his lungs. There’s a gentleman in our Men’s group who is a recovering drug addict. I thought it was him at first, having a relapse. So I thought I’d go check and make sure he was okay.” He paused, closing his eyes a moment. His voice was tight. “When I found him, he was in the basement of an abandoned building. I heard him singing through a broken window. When I called out to him to see if he was okay, he just kept singing, maybe even getting louder when he heard me. I went inside…I thought I was looking at a dead man. He was naked and just…covered in blood. His cheek was torn open…and he had these dark veins that stood out all over his body. The only thing he had in his possession was this…robot head. I got him out of there and to a hospital. He had no idea who he was, what happened, why he was there…but he refused to let go of that head. The hospital had no idea what was wrong with him, so they just treated his wounds. When he was patched up, I brought him home. He stayed for about a week. In that time, he spent much of it crying in pain. Then one day…he was just gone, and left the head…tucked into his bed.

“The next week, he showed up to my church and thanked me for all my help. When I told him he left the robot behind, he had no idea what I was talking about. My son was the one that found the SD card I sent you.”

“So, how’d you know it was Robin in the video?” Beast Boy asked.

Pastor Jim looked at him, stricken. “...that was Robin?”

Oops.

Raven narrowed her eyes. “If you didn’t know, why did you send us the card?”

“I thought…well, the robot head that it was recorded on looked like it belonged to that…Slade man you all have fought over the years. And the video looked like something horrible was going on. It looked like real trouble. I wanted to send it to the experts.” He started to smile, ever so slightly. “I assumed it was Black before he became…”

“Crazy?” Beast Boy supplied.

“...disturbed.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.”

“But if it was Robin…does that mean that Black is…?” He trailed off, hopeful.

The Titans silently convened.

“Yeah,” Cyborg finally admitted. “He’s Robin. But he doesn’t remember anything, and he’s outwardly hostile to the thought of being Robin. So, we’re keeping it quiet for now.”

“I understand completely. I will keep it a secret. I’d like to think I’m pretty good at it. Lots of people come to me for guidance, expecting me to keep their business to myself.”

“So now that you know it is Robin, you know it’s important that we have as many details as you can provide,” Raven said, sternly. “Tell us everything.”

“I’m not sure what else there is to tell that’s actually helpful…” he winced. “It was about a month ago, and it was fairly hectic.”

“You said he spent most of his time crying in pain,” Cyborg reminded. “And then one day he just left.”

“Oh! Yes. I said he had these dark veins, and he often cried about feeling his blood burning. We gave him ibuprofen and acetaminophen, as much as they recommend. It seemed to help a little, but he spent most of the time bedridden, in and out of sleep. He didn’t eat much. Every once in a while, he’d come out of the guest room and sit with my son in the living room and watch TV or watch him play video games. Not for very long though. My son said he’d try to talk to him, but Black was so out of it, his replies were nonsensical. At night…we could hear him singing. I think he was trying to comfort himself.” Jim screwed up his lips, looking rather remorseful. “I hate to admit this, because I think I actually broke the law and did him a huge disservice. One night, he was in so much pain…he was thrashing and screaming and tearing at his stitches…we had already given him the maximum doses of ibuprofen and acetaminophen…I had a couple of OxyContin pills left over from a surgery, just in case of emergency. I know you shouldn’t keep them but…I gave Black one. I wondered if maybe he was going through withdrawals. But within the hour, his dark veins had receded considerably, and he was able to eat a full meal and hold a lucid conversation. Well, lucid for him. I told him what we gave him. The next day he was gone, along with my pills. There weren’t very many left though. Maybe three.”

“These are opioids?” Starfire asked for clarification.

“Yeah, the same ones we gave him when he had that episode,” Cyborg responded. “Thank you for telling us. We knew he had an addiction. We just didn’t know where it started.”

Pastor Jim looked heartbroken at that revelation.

“I don’t think you necessarily started it either,” said Raven. “We’ve learned that he’s been poisoned, that’s what’s turned his veins dark. It's interesting to know that opioids actually help with that.”

Jim didn’t look any more relieved.

“The dude was suffering, and you helped him. Don’t sweat it, man,” Beast Boy offered as a way of comfort.

“We’ll tell Batman about it,” said Cyborg. “He was looking into that poison cocktail. Maybe the opioids are a missing ingredient or something? Now, more importantly,” he leveled the pastor with an intense look. “Can you show us where exactly you found him?”

“Absolutely!”

It was then that there was a knock on the office door.

“Yes?” Jim asked.

Black opened the door, holding two plates of donut holes. “I’ve been looking all over for you guys! I brought donuts!”

“We told you we were talking to the pastor,” Raven said.

“I forgot,” Black beamed.

“Pastor Jim was just about to show us the place he found you. Will you be able to come?” Cyborg asked. The keyword here was ‘able’ because being there might trigger a fit, and no one really wanted to deal with that.

Black forcefully shoved the plates into Raven’s hands and said, “Nope! I ain’t going!”

“I shall stay with Black,” said Starfire. “We will stay here, and he may socialize with his friends.”

“Aw man, I don’t want to go to any creepy abandoned building!” Beast Boy lamented.

“Too bad, Grass Stain. We need your nose,” Cyborg scarfed down a donut hole.

“Let me just tell my wife, and we’ll go,” said Jim.

#fanfiction #teen titans #tt animated #robin #starfire #robstar #dick grayson #koriand'r #beast boy #raven #cyborg #paint it black

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lemonysnicket · 9 months

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gang, i have one day left of freedom before i'm sucked into the vortex of schoolwork and agony and zero freetime. so i'm taking doodle requests! :DDDD

you guys probably know my main fandoms by now but i Do have a horrible case of rapidfire hyperfixation so i'll just list a few anyways. obviously snicket requests are open, annddd raconteurs, and i'm also in the trenches of dc/gotham/batman brainrot so that's also an option. psa that i might not get to do that many but my ask box is open ! :D

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savebatswingaus · 3 months

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Just a simple little Mareep shepherd having a nice day - Pokespe Wing AU

Summary:

Wings + Yellow is a shepherd au. I dunno man. My sister really likes sheep, I made this for her.

Notes:

For FluffySheepWool.

Yeah this has absolutely zero plot. No flying scenes. She's just vibing. (My sister liked it though, and that's all that matters. XD) Words: 2,011

Btw this is not my normal Pokespe Wing AU, but I think it's so cute haha.

Fic under the cut or in the link in the title!

Yellow flicked her right wing and yawned. Her back hurt.

She turned to Chuchu (who was curled up on the rock next to her, little downy wings shivering as she dreamed) and murmured, “Maybe I’ve been fishing for a bit too long.” She reached forward and lightly petted the little Pokemon’s head, feeling the weirdly prominent skull under her fur. “Time to wake up ChuChu,” she cooed, “We’re going home.”

She inhaled once through her nose as she waited for a moment as the rodent stirred, first pushing her nose deeper under her wings, and then slowly opening her eyes.

As soon as she saw ChuChu’s little eyelids flicker, she crackled to her knees, whisking her bait can and fishing rod into her arms as she stood. She wasn’t worried about waiting for her friend to wake up fully. Even if ChuChu wanted to stay a bit longer she could always find her way home again (this spot in the stream was only a mile or so away from Yellow’s house.) -and she wasn’t even likely to want to stay, she wasn’t really all that big on napping.

So of course she wasn’t surprised when she heard the flapping of easter cheese yellow wings as ChuChu scrambled up onto her shoulder. But since she had just got her flight feathers in and wasn’t really the best at balancing in the air yet, Yellow was sure to hold her wings out to catch her when she fell.

As expected, the small animal slipped and fell heavily. Squeaking loudly as she just barely managed not to fall off Yellow’s wing like she had her shoulder. Moving her wings carefully, Yellow scooped ChuChu into her arms. She giggled as the Pikachu's face came into view. She was pouting playfully, and she still had the telltale scribble of tiredness in her eyes. “What did I tell you about being careful?” Yellow asked, beginning to walk again as she teased her small friend.

ChuChu squeaked indignantly, and Yellow was able to thoughtlessly translate what her little noises meant. (She was arguing that she had been careful, she hadn’t fall all the way to the ground had she?) Yellow laughed again. “But that’s because I caught you,” she pointed out, “You can’t say that me being observant is you being careful.”

ChuChu shook her head, lightly feathered ears flopping around as she made Yellow very aware that she believed that Yellow’s ‘observantness’ was actually being excessively worried. (Her sqweeks were so high pitched that Yellow almost believed she was being serious.)

Once Yellow heard this (admittedly, it wasn’t really hearing, more like reading), she rolled her eyes sarcastically. “You are just full of sass today ChuChu.” she observed, smiling when ChuChu nodded in agreement, “Is it because I woke you up?”

The Pikachu shook her head again, but Yellow didn’t have to translate to know that ChuChu was just joking with her. “I didn’t think so either,”

As their conversation quieted, Yellow turned her head to the sky, and just barely avoided tripping over a stick as she stared at the clouds. She had to get home soon, she had noticed the path of the sun on the clouds, the Mareep back at home were going to need her attention soon.

Being intelligent creatures, Pokemon like Mareep only needed attention for part of the day (though she had left Dody at home just in case), but it was getting to feeding time, so it was time for her rare appearance at the house. Of course, her freetime would look much different if she had chosen to herd real sheep (though shearing time would likely be much less of a hassle). In that world, she probably would have had to hire other shepherds to help her watch them!

She giggled to herself and plopped Chuchu back onto her shoulder. (She hoped the little rodent would stay there this time.) It wasn’t that she didn’t think hiring people would be a nice thing to do, but rather that she wasn’t sure if the change in faces would be very good for the Pokemon. (A fair few of them were rescues, after all.)

Picking up her pace, Yellow experimentally opened her wings. They were yellow and brown in the telltale patterns of a Pidgy. (Genes that must have come from her father’s side. Her uncle had always told tales of her mother’s beautiful Swanna wings.) Flying would be a lot faster than walking, but as she prepared for takeoff, she knew that her back was still aching slightly, and also that ChuChu was still scrabbling around like she was about to fall.

Yellow sighed and closed her wings again. She would save her flying for when the sheep were being rowdy.

. . .

By the time Yellow got back to her cabin (it was in a clearing where her small herd of Mareep had plenty of space to move around and munch on leaves), the sky was turning pretty shades of light pink. That was alright, feeding time could really be any time as long as she had enough food, but she made a mental note that she should not stay out so long fishing any time soon.

She made her way to the gate, and was suddenly struck with a wave of worry. She didn’t see the sheep anywhere! “ChuChu?” she whispered, worry shaking her as she struggled to undo the lock, “Can you fly over to their shelter and check that they’re there?” Her rodent gave her a chirp in response, jumping into the air and gliding a few feet before breaking into a run on the ground.

Yellow turned her attention back to the lock, hands stumbling with the key as she worried. But once she had actually gotten through the gate (rushing a bit because she didn’t see her sheep walking towards her even then), she realized what had happened. With her new view of the yard, she could clearly see the sheep crowding around Dody.

‘He must have fed them without me,’ she realized, breaking into a run so as to catch up with ChuChu, ‘I guess I might be able to stay out late fishing after all!’

“Dody!” She called, waving her arms in the air as the bird popped both of his heads above the sheep (he seemed to have been eating the Mareep feed with them) “Did you feed them?”

Dody called a croaking sound out to her, and when Yellow slowed near the edge of the sheep clump he began to make his way towards her. (And a tugging at her pantleg told her that ChuChu was climbing back up to her place on Yellow’s shoulder. It was fair to note that a quick check of the Pikachu’s emotions told her that she was at least a little bit annoyed at getting sent to check on the sheep when they were literally right there.)

“Great job,” Yellow cooed, ignoring ChuChu and burying her face in Dody’s side, “Look how well my big bird did taking care of the sheep,” Dody crowed proudly with strutted around her in a circle, sheep feed falling out of his feathers as he walked. “Dody,” Yellow laughed “Did you roll around in the food?” The bird crowded again, but their conversation was cut off as the sheep began to trail toward them.

“Hey guys,” Yellow smiled at them, folding her wings a bit tighter to her back as the sheep brushed up against her. (Little electrical shocks ran up her body when they did that, and keeping her wings tight shut was the best way to keep the feathers from getting all staticy.) “Sorry about not showing up on time.” Somewhere in the midst of the blue and yellow, a sheep baaaa-ed up at her. “Yeah yeah,” she murmured, reaching out carefully to pet one of their small wings.

Like much everything else, Mareep had wings, but unlike most other things, they were flightless. (Sort of like Dody, only Dody was actually a bird and didn’t have wings at all.) Even so, Yellow found beauty in their wings, yellow with black stripes, and always a bit frazzled from their strong static electricity. Uncharitaristly pretty for such an otherwise strange looking creature. (I mean, what else could you call a sheep with a lizard tail?)

She smiled down at the sheep, feeling her hair stand up as she milled about around her legs. They were so cute. She was really very glad that they were in her care, but as Dody rested one of his heads on hers, she was reminded very suddenly that she had not eaten a single thing since breakfast. (She didn’t know why Dody’s presence always reminded her that she was hungry, but she suspected that it had something to do with the fact that he always smelled like chicken.)

“ChuChu,” she announced, standing up a bit taller to make her voice clear over the gentle baahing and sparkling of the Mareep that surrounded her, “Think you can grab me a sandwich or something from inside the house?”

ChuChu looked at the house for a moment and then back at Yellow, squeaking indignantly. Yellow rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know you can’t open a door,” she poked a finger gently against ChuChu’s nose, “There’s a window open right over there, you little goof.”

ChuChu hopped off Yellow’s shoulder in the direction of the window, but she made a clear effort to whap her owner in the face with her tail before she took her little glide over the herd of Mareep. Yellow just shook her head, making her way (slowly, she was still surrounded by sheep) towards a big rock where she knew she could sit down. She was fully aware that ChuChu would likely not be able to grab her anything big, but she took the time to fantasize anyway.

One thing she could really go for right now would be shepherd's pie. Of course, it would have to be either severely lacking protein or made with fish, but her love of sheep did not stop her from fantasizing about real lamb to eat. (Hey, having a sanctuary style farm didn’t stop someone from enjoying the taste of meat from time to time.)

She plopped down on the rock, and her sheep baahed up at her. Maybe ChuChu would bring her a head of lettuce. It didn’t exactly sound like a good meal, but it did sound like her. She laughed at the thought, crossing her legs and watching as Dody wandered about among the Mareep. (It was like he was one of them.)

Yellow, seeing that the sheep were returning to whatever sheep do, relaxed slightly. Now that her little puffs of static electricity were leaving her alone, she felt safe to loosen her wings slightly. Her feathers and hair stood up slightly, but at least her wings could be back to a comfortable folded position.

She waited for a couple more minutes, and was just about to be getting worried when the familiar yellow glow of her Pikachu emerged from the window. In her jaws was a single piece of salami, and Yellow couldn’t help but laugh as the little creature glided (and then ran) towards her.

“ChuChu!” She laughed, reaching out to catch the rodent as she scrambled up the rock, her easter cheese yellow wings spread open. “Thanks for the salami! I,uh, appreciate it.”

ChuChu squealed loudly, puffing out her little chest proudly as she stood in Yellow’s hands. (The salami landed with a wet slap on the space next to her.) Yellow carefully set the little lady down and began to nibble on the salami. She was happy here. Even if there was no point to sitting her, wings folded against her back and friend by her side, she doubted there was a happier space she could be in. She flicked a wing and watched as two of the Mareep butted heads.

She was happy here, even though there was no ending or arch to the day’s story.

Notes:

I hope this was okay. XD

#pokespe #pokespe wing au #pokemon adventures #pokemon special #trainer yellow #chuchu pokespe #focused #fanfic

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