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heartnosekid · 2 years
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🤍 snap 💙
with plushie stims for anon!
💙-🤍-💙-🤍-💙-🤍-💙-🤍-💙
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awellboiledicicle · 1 year
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I feel like Arven would try his hand at growing the herba mystica in his dorm, have a problem, and refuse to ask for help until Protag and Co find him haunting the horticulture section of the library for the fifth straight day without sleep.
At which point Protag shrugs and suggests asking their mom, since she’s got a really big garden that’s growing super well.
Cut to Arven awkwardly having tea and thanking everything holy that he paid attention in Languages enough to understand when she jumps into Galarian on a word she doesn’t know in Paldaen. Protag is telling their mom about the herbs and their journey to find them, and even excitedly telling her about what the herbs did for Mabosstiff. Arven tries not to feel weird about the feelings that well up when she gives him a genuinely sympathetic look and apologizes that he had to go through that alone for so long. After he chokes out the ‘thank you’ in response, Protag rounds back to growing the herbs-- they could help people AND pokemon. And they should, which is why Arven is wary of, like, asking a commercial source for help. He’s not stupid, he knows the herbs would be skwovet’d away for who knows how long until they’re fully studied. And yeah, they should be studied, but he feels... like he should be involved. Some part of him wonders if its his parent’s influence in him, wanting a stake in finding out the why of it. Some part of it is his desire to make food that’s good for everyone. Right now, though, there’s not enough of the herbs to do much with anyway. Thus why they’re there.
Protag’s mom suggests a climate controlled greenhouse-- partially to simulate the environment each herb was found in, and partially to keep out wild pokemon to keep more titans from growing. Unfortunately, the greenhouse at the academy is full and it’s not like Arven has a place outside there where he can be to keep an eye on things. So she suggests they build it in the back garden of their house and Arven will “just have to visit to keep up with things”. Protag offers to split their room with him while they set up, so they don’t have to flying taxi back and forth every day--though they still can when normal classes are in progress.
First day there, though, Arven sleeps on the couch. Under a cozy blanket that smells like lavender, with a stomach full of home cooked food. Mabosstiff is curled up against the couch with his head on his paws, snoozing away. First break he spends there, he has his own bed and Protag’s mom knows what kind of foods he likes. The herbs are growing well, but somehow he’s more focused on the house, rather than the greenhouse. Mabosstiff has claimed the skwovet plush as his own, though he does begrudgingly share with Protag’s starter on occasion. By the time the herbs are ready to be harvested and studied, he’s a regular fixture. Spends holidays and weekends there, when not catching up on studies. His half of the room has his signature yellow aesthetic. There are bookcases of old notebooks Protag brought him from his parent’s lab--nothing about the crater per se, but things that had been moved down there and left behind. Copies of personal pokemon observations. Formula books with notes in the margins, an old journal that mentions getting a maschiff that bonded with baby Arven. Journals about him. He keeps them at the house so he can focus on school-- and so, if he reads them and gets worked up, he’ll know someone will hear him cry and snap him out of it.
There’s a point where a ‘family’ picture is being taken. He’s pulled in by Protag and their mom, insisting he and his pokemon count as family-- why wouldn’t he be in the photo? I think he’d probably be trying very hard not to cry, at least until the picture was taken.
I just feel like he could use being adopted.
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odue-sp · 1 year
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Bought myself those target Pokemon, couldn't find gengar though... Inflation is a bitch- spend 60 but worth it. Broke. But worth it.
Anyways... Inspo
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Mysta Rias x Sleepy Male reader
The detective should have seen it coming. His lover sat crossed legged near his office door. His eyes shut closed as he clung to a familiar plush of the orange fox. The soft snores that left his lips were enough to tell him that he was asleep. Mysta squatted infront, watching before trailing his thumb over his lips. "Dude, didn't I tell you to come in?" He spoke slightly annoyed yet couldn't help but adore the state his half was in.
"Hm." A simple... Yet irritating response. Mysta gave a slight huff before tossing the plush away. "Pay attention to me, M/n." He spoke calmly alerting the half woke make up. "Little you is adorable." You whispered out. Feeling annoyed and flustered was a strange thing, he glanced at the little fucker who took the attention away. He grabbed it by its neck.
"you like it better than the real thing?" He asked glaring as his hand slips under his sweater. "Of course not." M/n softly breathes out feeling the gloved hand brush against his chest. The two stayed out before Mysta twitched. "You fell asleep." He muttered as he leaned forward, kissing his lover deeply before e/c eyes snapped open dazed. "My... Mysta?" M/n shivered out before the fox smiled and played with his chest. "Go back to sleep."
Mysta knew the you were tired, despite not needing to have a job, you still did so. You were always naturally tired but he didn't mind it. "Nnn." A soft moan escaped your lips as he played with your body, his hands finding ever spot that made you twitch and jerk. "Still tired?" He whispered, licking the lobe of your ear. "I... Wanna stay awake." You struggled to speak but managed, you could feel you body slowly shut down.
"It's okay, M/n. I know just how to wake you up."
His blue eyes gleamed at you, his cunning smile was the last thing you saw before waking up on a bed. Mysta riding your dick, chasing the high of his previous sessions.
"Finally. Don't think and just move."
Your eyes glanced over to the small plush, covered in familiar fluids, but your attention quickly went back to your lover as he cries for you to hurry and move.
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esshee · 1 year
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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 — HQ!!
✩ featuring. miya atsumu and miya osamu
✩ warnings. platonic, reader is childhood friends with atsumu and osamu
✩ a/n. compliant with my series inarizaki memories but can be read as a standalone
hq!! m.list ⋮ series m.list
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as childhood friends with the miya twins, you have an abundance of pictures of both the trivial and milestone moments in your lives.
your moms are basically best friends
like they share so many pictures and stories of your little trio and take a sort of sadistic motherly joy in showing off the most embarrassing ones to your friends whenever they come over
(aran, suna, and ginjima have definitely seen them)
fun fact: in a lot of photos, you’re usually in the middle of the twins
if you stood next to only one of them, the other would always without fail whine
atsumu had the brightest smile but would have like a streak of dirt on his face and scrapes/bruises on his knees and elbows from horsing around
osamu was juuuuust a bit better than his twin in these photos but definitely had dirt and grass stains on his knees and clothes
there’s one pic of the three of you crying and hugging each other in second grade because you got lost in kobe and the twins were scared you were lost forever
your mom couldn’t help but snap a pic before she comforted fetus you
y’all were so cute and made her temporarily forget how worried and scared she was
another is of the three of you at the beach: you and osamu were burying atsumu in the sand with only his head sticking up
(you both did a smashing job as both of your parents had to help get atsumu out)
there’s also a photo of you guys at your peak pokemon phase with you wearing a bulbasaur tee, atsumu in a charmander one, and osamu in a squirtle one
you were firmly holding onto a pikachu plush (the twins had been ridiculously jealous and whined to their parents until they each got one too)
there are plenty other cute photos from volleyball games, school trips, vacations, and activities like strawberry picking
all of your important milestones (like graduation or something) are photographed with the three of you in them
it’s just tradition by now to take a pic with just your little trio
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scarvi-tealdisc · 2 months
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After slowly writing this out through the week, I'm done with the second chapter! What I'm learning from writing this is to find a balance between writing out Zorua's POV while progressing the vague plot I have in mind. I want to write out all the ideas I have but I also don't want to drag stuff out for too long you know?
Anyways, I hope this is an enjoyable chapter! This AU is inspired from ideas shared by @ducydoo2000!
Series: Pokemon
Characters: Drayton (Hisuian Zorua)
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Chapter 2
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Awareness slowly trickled back in as it roused from a deep, dreamless sleep. It wanted nothing more than to burrow back into that peaceful darkness but its body had other plans. No matter how much it tried to ignore, it became painfully aware of all the aches and pains plaguing it.
A soft whine slipped out of its slightly parted mouth. With eyes still shut, it slowly turned on its side. It stretched out its front paws first, then the back legs. A surprised yelp erupted from the sudden ripple of pain. While dulled, it was present enough that it immediately went into alert, eyes snapping open. 
It didn’t know where it was.
This was not the icy landscape that it knew all its life. This wasn’t even the rocky, damp cavity of its den. While it was in an enclosed space, the smooth grey-white barriers were foreign to it. Various objects were scattered all around this strangely bright cave, nothing recognizable sans vague understandings of its origins.
It seemed to be laying on something soft and plush; akin to that of its littermates huddling together and it got to be the one laying partially on top. It experienced a fleeting sense of awe when a cautious press against the plushness left no imprint. It went right back to being smooth and soft.
The brown colored objects reminded it of wooden boxes the elder Zoroark brought back from time to time. They were often filled with food to share with the pack, and it was always a special occasion as they’d feast like kings on various berries rarely found within the frozen terrain. 
It also spotted various differently colored cloths draped over the boxes, on the floor, even hung on the walls. Those were vastly superior to the tattered, dulled ones often used to pad out the sleeping nest. Like the boxes, the cloths were typically brought back by elder Zoroark that returned back from…
Its ears flickered to the odd noise coming from the wall. One section had the same brownish shade of the boxes, and its eyes widened in surprise when it suddenly swung open.
“Oh, it seems like you’re awake.”
At the sight of the tall, shadowed figure of a human, memories instantly rushed back with such intensity that it made its head hurt. 
Humansangryparentbloodhurtscaredrunrunrun–
The singular step towards its direction prompted it to jump out of the soft bedding it was on, scrambling immediately towards the closest object that provided cover. It wasted no time in wiggling underneath the crack and went to the far back of the wall. 
“Ah, guess I scared you huh.”
The human’s foreign words carried no malice but it would not lower its guard. Now it knew that it was trapped in a human’s den with no immediate escape routes. That spot where the human entered seemed to be the only one that led outside but it couldn’t get there, not with it being closed once more. 
Approaching footsteps provoked it into growling, fur puffing up alongside the wisp on its head. Even though it was trapped, if the human tried anything to do harm, it will fight with all its might. Sharp teeth and claws still hurt when aimed at fleshy bits after all.
The human’s feet paused in front of the crack’s entrance. It barred its teeth when yellow-gold eyes peeked at it. The shade evoked memories of its parent, bringing forth sorrow that nearly drowned out its wariness. Unfortunately, it could not afford to mourn its lost, not when faced with extreme danger.
The stand off between it and the enemy lasted for what seemed like forever before the human conceded first. That instinctive fear of being stared down by a predator eased up ever so slightly once those yellow-gold eyes disappeared.
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone. At least eat the food here, alright? It’ll help you recover faster.”
It remained on high alert until the human moved away from its cover. Something was placed on the ground next to the soft bedding, nothing discernible to its eyes right now. Distant footsteps eventually faded altogether once it was left alone, the entrance opened and shut at the human’s exit.
Despite being the only one within the cave, it remained hidden for quite awhile, curled up into a small ball of fur. Its lack of knowledge about humans meant that it had a severe disadvantage, namely that it didn't know their hunting periods.
The elder Zoroark only went out during dusk and dawn, where they had the cover of darkness to further conceal their presence. It could not tell day or night in here, making it more difficult to gauge the human’s return. A single lapse in judgment might spell the end so it had no choice but to wary.
Still, it couldn’t remain that high strung for long. Being alert left it exhausted, reminded of the wounds it sustained before it was caught. Speaking of, it never really crossed its mind during its panic that the injury should’ve hurt more. It was still aware of its dull, persistent presence but that was it. No stabbing, sharp pain.
Curiosity eventually made it uncurl from its tight, protective ball. It twisted its head to look down at its leg. Some kind of white cloth was wrapped around the injury, and a tentative sniff made it rear its head back when a strong, foreign scent assaulted its senses.
How did it get there? The only one it could think of was the human that captured it but that made zero sense. If it took the time to really think, dulling the pain was counterproductive for the human. Wouldn’t it be better to leave it injured so it had little chance of fighting back? And going by that line of thought, the entire set-up seemed off now.
Why did the human bring it back to this cave? It awoke atop soft, warm bedding instead of something cold and hard. Being unconscious meant that there were plenty of chances to put it out of its misery and yet, upon entering earlier, it wasn’t immediately attacked. The human merely followed after it, observed for a moment before leaving it alone again.
It didn’t understand the human’s actions. For all of its short life, it was taught that humans were the enemy. Humans will harm its kin so it must remain hidden. The thought that this could all be some elaborate trap to lower its guard crossed its mind once again but then that begged the question: why?
Why was it kept alive?
This ambiguity made its head hurt. In a way, it’d be much easier had the human simply snuff out its life back in that unknown scenery. Then it wouldn’t have to live with this uncertainty of having its life toyed with. 
It whined softly. It missed its parent, its littermates, its den–all of which no longer existed. It knew that its parent protected it so that it could live on but…
The sound of its stomach growling pulled it away from spiraling. It couldn’t remember the last time it ate. Hunger gnawed at its belly before but the pain took greater presence. Now with it dulled, the hunger came knocking back with a vengeance.
Perhaps it could seek out food within this cave? Surely humans wouldn’t leave their den devoid of anything to eat? It recalled the elder Zoroark bringing out berries from a stash hidden within the den when the elements became too harsh for hunting. It believed that humans were as smart as they were cruel so with that fueling it, a little furry body eventually crawled out of the hiding space. 
It made a cautious sweep of its surroundings, eyes flickering to the closed entrance. It needed to be alert, ready to hide again if the human returned. 
Now with it out in the open, a faint sweet scent caught its attention. It came in the direction of the soft bedding, where upon closer inspection, it found a bowl of… something.
The scent came off from the pile of brown and red bits. It didn’t recognize the brown stuff but the red ones reminded it of berries that it ate before. Did the human left it here before they left? Why? Was it because they wanted to feed it? Another reason why this entire situation made its head hurt. None of the human’s actions made sense.
Its stomach growled once more. Hunger beckoned it to take a bite out of the sweet scented mystery food. This might just be a trap where the food was poisoned but it also smelled really good…
Well, if it was poisoned, perhaps it won’t be such a bad way to end. At least it’d be on a full stomach. That was how it tried to rationalize the situation. 
Swallowing, it cautiously approached the bowl. Leaning down to take another tentative sniff, it decided to go for the red bits that it thought were berries. After a few slow bites, its eyes widened in surprise.
The red bits were delicious! It did taste like the berries it ate before but much sweeter! When it took a bite of the brown stuff, the taste was different but no less appetizing. It began to scarf the mystery food down before long, uncaring at the prospect of it potentially being poisoned in the face of such tastiness gracing its tongue. If it was meant to die after finishing this, at least it wouldn’t be hungry. 
Somehow, it avoided choking from eating everything so quickly. By the time only morsels were left in the bowl, it wobbled a few steps towards the bedding, flopping down rather ungracefully atop its softness.
Rationally, it should go back into hiding instead of being vulnerable like this. Time must have passed while it ate, and while it didn’t know how long humans took to hunt, they could return at any time. Yet with a belly full of yummy, potentially poisoned food, summoning up the energy to do so felt like an impossibility. 
Sleepiness now clouded its vision, the want to close its eyes and slumber on became increasingly hard to ignore. In the end, it decided that it will only sleep for a moment. Just enough to ease the exhaustion before it went back into hiding. Surely it would pick up the sound of the human’s return. It did have good hearing after all.
Soon, it fell into a deep sleep. Unlike what it thought, it remained snoozing on when the entrance opened, unaware of the human that peeked into the room to find it lying on the soft bedding.
“Ah, at least someone was hungry,” the human whispered in their foreign tongue. 
Had it been awake, it would be confused that the human opted to carefully approach it, as if mindful of the noise they made so they wouldn’t disturb its sleep. The emptied bowl was picked up instead, and with the same amount of consideration, the human left the room just as quietly. 
Outside of the hastily prepared room, Drayven idly tapped a beat atop his forearm. He glanced down at his bandaged hand, the one that got bit yesterday by the strange Pokemon now sleeping peacefully inside. 
When he came across the injured little one during one of his morning walks outside of Opelucid City, he knew that he had to help it. Maybe he should have exercised more tact on how he approached it—his wife certainly gave him an earful while she disinfect the wound—but at the very least, he got it back home after it exhausted itself within his arms.
Drayven knew that for a speedy recovery, he should have brought the little one to a Pokemon Center instead. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to, not when he saw how terrified it looked. Call it instincts but he had the feeling that had he done so, he would never be able to see it again. 
The Pokemon didn’t look like anything he saw before. While it did have a similar build to Zorua, that was where the resemblance ended. Drayven concluded that the little one might be a rare Pokemon, and if he took into consideration the open fear it had towards him, one that had an unpleasant experience with humans.
This was all speculation of course but that was what his gut told him. If Drayven were to put his trust in something, it’d be just that. It was that very same feeling that led him and Elyssa to adopt the girl his dad introduced them to after all. 
Speaking of his dad, maybe it was time that he asked for the old man’s opinion in this matter. If anyone knew how to handle wild and distrustful Pokemon, it’d be him.
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r0-boat · 2 years
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More Ingo and Emmet with a MC that has dolls of them dsjfkdlsjs -Dom!reader anon
-- You've had the dolls for a while now, around 2 months. You absolutely loved them! You would hug them every morning and evening, and would bring them around the house with you sometimes. When you would get home, you would tell the dolls about your day. Sure, they couldn't respond back, but hey, it was nice pretending to have company. Meanwhile, Ingo and Emmet find themselves listening in on a strange voice that talks to them each day. It was weird at first, but now its almost become comforting. It was something they began to look forward to each day! You sounded rather nice, and the hug like feeling always seemed to perk them both up on rougher days. If only they could figure out who you were... One day, something eventually happened to your Emmet plush. One of your pokemon had been running around outside to get some exercise. It had rained recently, so your pokemon had ended up muddy. When they had ran into your home, they hadn't realized you had left your plushes on the couch, and jumped up. Of course, when your pokemon noticed they were muddy, and that had landed on your plush, it freaked out. You weren't mad, but you couldn't help but be upset at the muddy paw prints over Doll Emmet's coat and underclothes. That's when a thought hit you. Could you wash the clothes? Could the clothes even come off...? You felt yourself blush at the thought. You had asked the plush to be made washable, but could you just take the clothes off?? You didn't want to just stuff the poor guy in your wash machine. For some reason, that felt almost cruel. Emmet meanwhile felt a shiver run down his spine. Tentatively, you reached for the plush, suddenly more careful than you had been in a while. Slowly, you began to remove the coat, and then peeled off his clothes. Much to your astonishment, the commissioner had not only made the clothes removable, but had actually given the dolls a dick as well. "Holy shit..." you mumbled. The commissioner really went all out, too. Snapping yourself out of your stupor, you gently placed the doll under a blanket in your room, before taking the clothes to get cleaned. When you returned, you took a moment to look over the doll, your face feeling hot. Sitting down, you gently picked the doll back up, and placed it in your lap. carefully, you slowly rubbed your thumb in circles over Emmet's plush tummy. It was so soft! Meanwhile, Emmet dropped the stack of papers he had been holding, and gasped. He was alone in his shared office, and had been carrying papers to his desk. for some reason, out of nowhere, it was as if someone had rubbed their hands down his stomach... Was this you? The person that gave them hugs, that they occasionally heard? Giggling, you gently ran your thumb over the tiny little nipple on the plush. You couldn't believe it actually had them! You gently messed with them for a few moments, before slowly dragging your thumb downwards... Emmet began panting, and pulled his shirt open. No one was here, and yet he could feel phantom hands touching his nipples, hardening under the phantom touches. When he felt the hand travel south, he bit his tongue in anticipation, his pants growing uncomfortably tight... Why did this feel so good? Who were you, and why...? Hesitantly, you gently grabbed the dolls dick, and gently rubbed the plush organ between your fingers. You felt yourself giggle. This was so silly! ...And yet, you couldn't help but feel you were doing something incredibly naughty. Emmet gripped his cock tight as he pumped it, his mouth biting down on his fist. It felt so good! Nothing was there, and yet it felt amazing! Whoever you are, he pleaded for you to keep going! You continued to touch the doll, almost mesmerized. Though, you couldn't help but bite your cheek. Surely, this was a new low, jerking off a plush of a guy you had feelings for. You couldn't help but feel a bit of shame at the thought, and withdrew your hand. If only you could hear Emmet's scream of frustration.
Doll genitals
I think that would be the final straw Emmet becomes a detective to find that fucker.
he's not even mad
soon as he finds them he's going to fuck them
And maybe some tips on how he could do the same thing
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pokeglitchden · 8 months
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OOC INFO POST
JOHTO- Glitchpocalypse
While cracks show up above Kanto’s sky, the electric feeling snaps like a rubber band, and all color hits *wrong* in Johto, spilling forth an eye-straining rainbow. It feels oddly familiar, but also extremely wrong.
Stage 1 (first hour) the change is instant, colors are completely wrong and strains the eyes, sounds feel wrong, and glitch pokemon that once had not been visible in Johto are now visible. These glitch pokemon lived in between Johto and Glitch City, but when Glitch City was sealed it spilled the whole between into Johto.
Notable pokemon: All pokemon will come up as ????? on pokedexes
FEc: A bird/moth-like pokemon that takes the forms of literally anything else. They are a butter yellow in color and tend to stay in urban areas. They are extremely heavy pokemon but are rather low level and slow until they near evolution. Their mimicry is near-exact, other than their tail that looks much like a paper ribbon with writing-like scribbles. FEc has a threat display where it will make its wings pitch black, spiky, and show a number of large eye spots. It may do this if something scares it.
00c: The true form of an 00c has never been seen but wild ones can copy the true forms of FEc. They are much more adept at mimicry, the tail is hidden or seen as an accessory on its form, the only hint it could be an 00c is its deep blue color, and the fact it will still very be a pokemon. They tend to hang around a number of FEc, in a small family unit, and prefer to look like humans or human-like pokemon.
FCc: An FEc mimic, the main difference is its typing and the fact it does not evolve. Its tail has no writing and can catch fire.
FEgs: The juvenile form of 00gs. They are small in comparison to most other glitch pokemon, being only about 5 feet tall. They appear like small thorny bugs, with smooth black exteriors. They have very sharp spines covering their bodies. Usually seen on the backs of 00gs
00gs: The largest of all known pokemon. It hides by disguising itself as a mountain, and carries its young (FEgs) on its back wherever it goes. When it is not hiding it has the appearance of a massive plushie, since despite its huge size it is comparatively not very dense. It also does not possess much physical prowess in attacking though it is otherwise very bulky. It does not hunt, and prefers instead to get its energy via photosynthesis. FCgs: Another preevolution of 00gs that only comes about when the parent is under a large amount of stress. Much more solitary, does not depend on its parents for food. It is a psychic type and changes its appearance often to aid it in hiding. It’s main form appears very similar to the true form of a 00gs, like a plush toy, but much smaller and much more solitary. 
Unown- Bizarrely patterned unknown that take on the quality of glitch characters used throughout the Glitch City region. Some may appear as several letters fused together, or as small symbols that might resemble a starburst, a triangle, or the outline of a cat.
Stage 2- Citizens of Johto begin to find strange letters filling their entire mailboxes. Upon opening them the world further brightens, and wild pokemon are corrupted and replaced with Pokemon eggs.
None of these eggs are Bad Eggs, they are in fact Pokemon Eggs that each hatch into a random Pokemon.
Stage 3-  will be queued by us, it will be the finale of the event. We will make an OOC post once it happens.
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janichroma · 1 year
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I would kill for rejuv merch! Imagine a goomink plush or even better! A SEC PLUSH!
I would personally love plushies and stuff, but if we ever did anything it'd probably be like a low ref shirt, pins, prints, etc. Obviously, without the Pokemon because otherwise Reggie would teleport behind me and snap my neck like an SCP.
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fandomregression · 1 year
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I need to hear the story on how ash discovered paul regressed please🥺?
ajsdlfasjfkg okay i dunno how long this ask has been here but i will GLADLY tell this ajkslgkdfh
so after ash finds out he's a regressor, and he starts taking care of his friends that he learns are also regressors, he starts caring a bag separate from his training gear. in this bag is stuff like lovies, stuffed pokemon, candy, granola bars, water, pacis, teethers, puzzles, etc etc etc
he is The Most Prepared caregiver of all time essentially
so when he and paul are training together (because over the years they've gotten pretty close, and they've gotten over most of their petty rivalry from when they were kids) ash notices paul is acting Weird that day. he can't quite put his finger on it, but even pikachu notices. paul's torterra notices as well and tries to stop training to tend to his trainer, but paul snaps at him and pushes forward
ash calls for a break pretty much right after that...
they take a seat under a tree and ash drags his regression bag over (because all the best snacks are in there) and offers paul a snack pack and water. paul takes it (begrudgingly) and just sulks against the side of the tree.
pikachu Notices first, and he sifts through the bag until he finds a lil plush honchkrow and gives it to paul. paul is, of course, very confused, but he accepts the plush because it is kind of cute...
pikachu drags the bag closer and basically encourages him to look through it as much as he wants, and paul takes one glance before deciding No, No he Cannot look through the bag. this does not seem Right.
ash sees all of this go down of course, and he's a bit confused why pikachu is trying to help paul look through the regression bag. yeah, pikachu helps out with their other friends and brings the bag over for them, but they're regressors so-
oh. oh, no, that can't be right
ash spends the rest of the afternoon trying to assess if paul regresses or not. he "accidentally" pulls out toys and teethers from his bag. "accidentally" gets them juice boxes instead of sodas from the vending machine. he even chances his luck with ruffling paul's hair and poking his cheeks
all these things drive paul further and further into his regression, and the poor guy has No Idea what is going on. he gets very upset, very overstimulated, and he blows up at ash. that's the point at which ash decides to actually...yknow...explain what's going on
and paul denies it. he is not a child, he is definitely not a toddler, he doesn't regress. that's ridiculous, ash! how could he possibly accuse paul of such a thing!!
(it takes about 3 months, but paul does finally open up and let ash help him with his regression. against his will, he'll claim, but he's the one who initiates cuddles...)
hope you like this!! sorry for such a long wait ^^;
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jestergal · 1 year
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won big as a fan of weird little guys today. got 2 plush weird little guys, one little fidget puzzle one, and a game all about taking pics of weird little guys (new pokemon snap)
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yoshinoritagi · 2 years
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Stick to the Jolt
Emmet x Gender Neutral reader.
Summary: It's another normal night at the club's bar, how exciting could it possibly be?
Warnings: Dear LORD do not copy what they do in this fic, it's completely sfw but your liver is real while Emmet's isn't, do not imitate him EVER. I shouldn't have to warn this but I will because I worry for y'all.
You sip on your water idly, long having been abandoned by the random coworkers you'd come to the club with.
It's always like this though, you just go along with it so they don't report you as anti-social to your boss again.
Despite their previous attempts to get you to drink alcohol in order to "fully enjoy the music" though, you've never caved. Insisting instead that you'll be their ride back, which you are. Even if they're bitches, doesn't mean you aren't a good person and want to see them be unsafe after all.
Pounding music, flashing lights, you reach into your purse and pull out the small game console you've carried since childhood...
Some would say playing a DS at the club is weird, but you can't hear them over the music anyway, so it doesn't matter what they think.
Swinging your feet on the tall bar chair, you happily begin playing your favorite game, the bartender casually approaching you for another refill on your water. He spots your game though, and he seems to remember something as he leans over the counter to you.
"I know that game! It's the one with the yellow spider Pokemon right?"
You don't even have to think which Pokemon it may be, "Joltik?!" You love Joltik, they're absolutely adorable and cute, the perfect combo of 'melt your heart' and 'drain your wallet' when it comes to merch of them.
Snapping his fingers, "That's it!", he then backs up and bends over to grab something from under the counter, emerging with the most glorious thing you've ever set your precious human sight on.
It's a giant Joltik plush, easily over two feet tall and adorably fluffy, eyes shining, you reach into your purse for your wallet, "I'll buy it, no matter the cost— no price is too high!" Thank goodness you were paid just earlier today, but this is a reward well worth any price tag attached to it.
He sets the plush on the table, waving his hand dismissively, "It's not for sale, we were actually supposed to have a contest over it, but not enough people signed up."
That plush... You recognize it as a special collector's edition made only several weeks before, it was in such limited supply that it ran out only ten seconds upon being listed on the Pokemon Center website, meaning you very well could be seeing one of the only copies of it to exist ever. There's no plan on restocking it, this is your only chance!
"Where's the sign up sheet?"
The smirk that crosses his face isn't missed to you, but you're too caught up in the euphoria of getting your hands on the plush that you quickly put up your DS and sign your name onto the sign up sheet without a second thought.
Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he whistles to the DJ, who somehow hears the sound and immediately turns on all the lights and turns off the music. The man grabs his microphone, pulling it into his mouth and tapping once, "Hey, can we get uh...." Looking down to something written on his hand, he seems to find the right words this time, "Emmet my dude... Head on over to the bar, and anyone else who wants to spectate can head on over too!"
Giving the crowd a moment to contemplate and for someone to start making their way through, he only resumes the music when the correct person finally makes their way out of the people. You watch in amazement as a man in a striped subway coat steps out, along with a copy of himself in a slightly different coat. How bizarre, that's certainly not club attire... Even you dressed up for the occasion.
Standing up he approaches, you hear the bartender call out to him, "Found you a contest bud!" and presumably pointing to you from behind your back. The stranger seems to have a slight shift in his stance then, going from a slow walk to a straight up stride across the floor— you nearly think he's going to plow right through you till his twin grabs onto his collar and stops him in his tracks.
"Don't be rude Emmet, the content hasn't even started." Right, you hadn't even asked what the competition was... The Joltik plush was just too cute to possibly pass up on! Turning back to it, you catch sight of it's cute glas eyes and perfectly stitched legs. It's high quality, probably super expensive too, and you can earn it, right here, right now.
Facing down this Emmet fellow, you offer him a hand as his brother finishes scolding him, "Hey there, I'm-" the bartender reads your name from the sheet before you can finish and you blush, waving him off and sitting yourself back down when he motions for you.
Your now sworn enemy, ready to challenge you for the plush, sits down next to you, his twin sitting beside him. "Remember, I'll be here to keep you in check." It must be nice having support like that... Sighing, you straighten your back in the seat, facing the bartender once more as he moves the Joltik to the counter behind him so you both can't swipe it.
"Emmet here already knows the rules, but I'll go over them for our newcomer... It's a classic drinking game, each contestant gets 15 shots, each one has a different drink of different alcohol content. Going for ones with more of a percentage earns more points, while going for less earns less... Easy right?" You nod, so he continues, "If you finish every shot, and the special cocktail at the end, you win the plush automatically. Sounds fun right?"
Sounds like a great way to ruin your liver... But you've never drank before so going all out just once won't kill you. Maybe you'll have a hangover in them morning, but it's Friday, you can deal with it and be back working in the Gym again by Monday.
Quietly, you hear Emmet's brother whisper, or try to anyways, "You've never even touched alcohol before... How are you supposed to stay on track?"
So... He's inexperienced too... You've just gotta drink faster then him then, whoever is faster wins automatically, it'll be just like drinking a lot of water!
Eyes narrowing, you turn to Emmet and offer a small smile, one hiding your true intentions to leave him in the dust during this.
There's music thrumming in the background, just like before, but you can feel it in your core now as he offers a smile back, "Best of luck, and may the best one win the Joltik!"
The drinks are all quickly set up, and you can hear as a crowd gathers behind you, mumbling and whispering as Emmet takes off his coat and gives it to his brother. Sweating already? What a loser... Though seeing all the drinks being made yourself is making your throat feel dry already, the smell is strong and the scent of it overpowers anything else.
The bartender takes care to make sure every shot is exactly the same, explaining how much alcohol content is in each one and placing them from lowest to highest. At the end of each of your lines, meeting in the middle, is a tall glass made special with a small umbrella and crushed ice, "This cocktail is what I like to call 'The Jolt-ik of your Life!' patent pending of course, it'll shock you right outta your pants! Metaphorically, don't get undressed or else I'll call security."
People behind you laugh, and you take a deep breath as he motions for you both to stand up at the bar. Standing at the far end of the line of shots, you'll only get closer to him as you down everything and win. You look down to where his hands are at his side, clenching and unclenching and then wiping them on his pants, as if they're sweaty despite the gloves.
"Fellas, any last words before we start?"
"I am Emmet, and I won't lose!"
"I'm gonna win this one, pretty boy!"
That catches him off guard just as the bartender slaps the counter, signaling your start as you grab your first shot glass, it takes him a second more thanks to your flustering words, but he presses it to his lips just as you do.
Safe to say, it's an exhausting 'battle', you do your best to swig down the shots fast enough to not taste them, but the further you go down, the thicker the liquid seems to get. You're only about halfway down the line when it feels like your throat has frozen solid, but you continue anyways, knowing that the longer you take then the sooner the alcohol will actually take effect and take you out.
His gloved hands grab onto shot glasses two at a time, pouring both into his mouth at once and nearly choking at several points, but he still swallows and goes for the next. Taking a deep gasping breath, you offer a concerning smile at him when he looks at you, his hand grabbing the last shot as you finish up your last.
This is your moment! It's just one last drink, a big glass to be sure but you'll get it down and then go down with your one of a kind Joltik plush and live happily ever after!
Grabbing on the straw, you put it on your lips, nose stinging at the smell, but you do your best to block it out as you prepare to gulp the drink down. Your hesitation has led him to catch up with you, so you waste no time in starting to suck up the alcohol and forcing it down your throat.
Your head feels so heavy and light, but you power through it, the resounding empty straw noise being heard to the entire crowd as you lift up your head with the straw still in in your mouth. The initial gasp turns to cheers quickly, and you notice that the music is no longer on at all, the DJ is even narrating your every move, and you hear him announce it, "Damn, the little shut-in won!"
Emmet gives up halfway through his last gulp, letting the alcohol from his mouth go back through the straw and into his cup as his brother pets him in the back, "You did all that and didn't even win."
"Harsh big bro.... Harsshhhhhh," he slurs his words, shaking his head lightly as he stands up and offers you his hand, "It was a good battle... I am Emmet and I—" he hiccups, patting his chest before offering his hand again, "I-I... Lost, but that is okay! You're clearly better!"
Accepting his handshake, you shake him just a bit too hard, straw falling from your mouth and speaking loud enough to rival even Ingo, "Excellent technique! I've never drank before either so don't worry! I'm not actually skilled!"
Ingo hums from behind him, the crowd finally dispersing at they realize that the contest is over, "If this is your first time drinking... Then why haven't you—" to his shock and slight horror, as he looks up from your discarded straw, he finds you and Emmet getting awfully close. His suspicions well founded as you both kiss a millisecond later.
His loser mouth is really soft, that's all you can really think. He licks your lip and you giggle, though stubbornly refusing to actually open your mouth and let him deepen the kiss. Despite that, you feel nearly electrified from him, small tingles on your lips and making your mouth feel numb from the contact.
He smells so strongly of alcohol, and you're sure that you're the same, but it's overwhelming honestly. It's even stronger then his good looks, which is saying a lot to your drunken mind.
The bartender whistles, getting your attention as you pull away from the younger brother with bruised, moist lips, barely even conscious, but it's not like Emmet is any better.
"Come and grab your prize before I change my mind!"
Cheerfully, you giggle and drag Emmet back with you to the bar, the younger subway master blushing up a storm as you grab onto the Joltik plush and press your face into it. "So soft... so good..." He then joins you in the action, leaving Ingo to corral you both like wild Tauros.
"I'll get you both home, don't get untangled from me and stay on the track at all times!" He forms a line with the three of you, all holding hands as he guides you back to their home, assuring you that he'll make sure you're alright... And you nod in agreement, high off the sheer happiness you're feeling from your win. The adrenaline wears out quick though, your virgin liver not able to take the abuse and causing you to collapse the moment you step in their apartment door.
Not to worry though, Emmet joins you on the floor after passing out seconds later, so the older twin just puts a blanket over the top of you both and carefully makes sure your heads are resting on the giant plush instead of the floor.
Needless to say, it was an eventful night; you ended up with a cute guy, AND got a Joltik plush for FREE. Best night EVER!
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I’ve been having so much fun writing the interactions between Ingo, Emmet, and Chip so here’s the first chunk of chapter 5. :) 3.7k words so far.
The Beyonders - Static Dreams, Chapter 5 WIP: Connection
Ingo woke at around midnight with tears in his eyes. A nightmare, but not like the one he’d had the previous morning. This had been a normal one, given shape by his anxieties and recent troubles. He’d been trapped in Hisui, trying to find any way back to Emmet, but no one would help him...
Well, that wasn’t a problem now, at least. He was back in Nimbasa where he belonged, thanks to Akari and Arceus. He had Elesa, his and Emmet’s Pokemon, and now Shauntal and Caitlin to help him move forward, as well as whatever insights Dr. Korten could provide in the morning. They were on the move, he just had to be patient and figure out how to put everything together.
Ingo rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.
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The dream shifted...
Ingo noticed it immediately this time, snapping to full lucidity in the space of a moment. He took stock of his surroundings and found that he was in the front hall of their townhouse. The ceiling loomed high above, the walls seeming to lean over him. A distant creak suggested that some unseen intruder might be lurking.
He didn’t want to be here.
Ingo turned to the front door and opened it.
Sleek metal entrance and interior, a set of steps leading up to the second level... A train waited for him just outside.
Some of the tension ebbed away as Ingo stepped inside and the doors closed behind him. It was quiet and comfortable inside, though Ingo could feel the train preparing to move under his feet.
He climbed the stairs and found himself on an open level with plush blue seating and large windows. Beyond them an ocean of gold wildflowers stretched out on either side, reaching all the way to the distant mountains. A scenic train, then. He and Emmet had ridden on them before while going on longer trips. They were always good fun and had spectacular views.
All seats were empty, save for one.
A shadow huddled in one of the backward-facing seats on the side opposite from Ingo, head turned to look out the closest window.
Ingo knew who it was, even without seeing his face.
“Emmet,” Ingo said as he started toward the shadow. Beneath him the train started moving, bound in the direction opposite to the one he walked in.
The shadow looked up at Ingo, revealing his gray eyes. He was a little more put-together than last time, though he still lacked the proper silhouette. “Ingo.” There was a sincere smile in Emmet’s eyes as he said Ingo’s name. “It’s so beautiful,” he said, looking back out over the landscape. “Like something out of a dream.” It was exactly what he’d said when they first saw a similar landscape years ago...
“Well that’s fitting. We’re in a dream right now,” Ingo said as he took a seat at Emmet’s side. “We saw something like this before, remember? The west coast superbloom. We had to get off the train to see those flowers, though.”
Emmet gave Ingo a look of confusion. “I don’t remember,” he admitted, as if worried that he’d done something wrong. “This is the first time I’ve seen it.”
Ingo went cold. “But how? You kept mentioning it every so often after we got home, even years later...” A creeping revelation began to rise in Ingo’s mind, and he knew he wasn’t going to like it when it made itself fully known.
“I don’t know. I don’t remember a lot of things.”
“What do you remember?” Ingo asked, his fingers curling with rising tension.
“I remember my name, and I remember you,” Emmet replied slowly. “You’re my older brother and you’re verrry strong.”
“That’s all?” Ingo brought a hand to his head and looked down at the floor. “But how did that happen? Was it the accident?”
“Accident?” Emmet asked. He paused, eyes narrowed in thought. “I don’t know about an accident...” He looked down at his hands, which were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of him. “I don’t even remember what I look like, or what it’s like to be awake. Everything from before the day you disappeared is just gone.” The pain was clear in his voice and eyes, the profound sense of loss that held him now. Ingo had felt much the same prior to little more than a week ago.
“Emmet,” Ingo said, taking his hand. “We’re twins. You look just like me, but you smile more, and your face is more expressive. If you want to see yourself right now, just look at me.” He stood so Emmet could get a better look: the face, the uniform, the posture. Hopefully memories would start to return once Emmet had a better idea of himself.
Emmet stared at Ingo with a fierce intensity, taking in everything. He stood, and his form began to ripple and shift. His back straightened, bringing him to the same height as Ingo, the coat flowing out around him until it reached the proper length and the hat materializing on his head. The shadows seemed to grow thin, showing through with gray and then white and finally receding to their proper place like ink being washed away. He lacked color, coming through in only bleached white and shadowy black and with cracks like repaired porcelain running over his body, but there was no mistaking him. This was Emmet. There was no doubt.
Ingo swept Emmet into a hug and held him tight, his eyes overflowing. Ever since his memories returned he’d wanted so badly to hold his brother in his arms again. They were in a dream, it was true, but that didn’t matter. This would suffice for now.
Emmet returned the hug, holding Ingo just as tightly as he held him. “I missed you so much,” he said with a barely restrained sob. “Why did you leave me? I was so lonely.”
“I’m sorry, Emmet,” Ingo replied, his voice breaking. “I would never leave you on purpose.” He paused for a few breaths, then continued. “I was trying to go back in time and change things so you never got hurt, but it all went wrong and I ended up getting lost. I came back as soon as I could.”
They held each other a while longer as the train continued at its steady pace, its motion a soothing rhythm under their feet. At last Emmet relaxed his arms, and Ingo let him go. They both had tears in their eyes, but Emmet was smiling.
“You mentioned that Hisui place earlier.” Emmet moved to wipe his face on the back of one sleeve. He stopped short, then reached into one of his pockets and took out a handkerchief to use instead.
Ingo did the same, encouraged that Emmet had remembered how important it was to keep the uniform clean. “That’s where I ended up, and I couldn’t remember anything when I got there.” He paused. “Wait, so you can hear us when we talk to you?”
“Yeah,” Emmet said with a nod. “It echoes a bit, but I can still hear it.”
Ingo let out a sigh of relief. “So you’re not completely cut off. That’s good.” Ingo gave Emmet a gentle smile. “We’re going to get you out of here, Emmet. I promise. And in the meantime I’ll be there talking to you every day.”
“Thank you, Ingo,” Emmet said. “It’s good to hear your voice again.” He paused. “Who’s that lady who was talking to me while you were away? She was with you earlier.”
“That’s Elesa,” Ingo replied. “She’s our best friend, basically like our older sister.”
“I see. I’m sorry I forgot about her,” Emmet said, his smile wavering. “She was so sad while you were gone. She kept looking for you, but I think she started to give up hope by the end... I wish I could’ve told her you were still out there.”
Ingo’s smile faded. “Yeah. She had a really hard time while I was gone. I have to find a way to make it up to her.”
“She sounds much happier already,” Emmet said, his smile getting a touch bigger. “So that shouldn’t be hard.”
Ingo chuckled, then took one of Emmet’s hands and looked at it more closely. “Why do you have these cracks? I’ve never seen anything like it...”
Emmet regarded his hand as well. “I feel like they’re supposed to be there, but you have them too,” he replied, pointing at Ingo’s face.
“What?” Ingo looked up at him.
The train plunged into a tunnel, and the window became a mirror as the landscape beyond it went black. Ingo had never bothered to pay attention to what he looked like before this, but Emmet was right. A web of cracks ran across his own body as well.
Ingo stared at his reflection in stunned silence. “I don’t understand,” he said finally.
Emmet watched him closely, then looked down at himself and back. “Huh. It looks like the cracks are mirrored, doesn’t it?” he said slowly.
Ingo compared the cracks as well and found that Emmet was again correct; the cracked patterns were reversed on each of them, as if they were looking in a mirror when they looked at each other. “What is this?” Ingo said to himself, brows furrowed in thought as he lifted a hand to his chin.
“Hey, look at that.” Emmet stared at something just past Ingo’s elbow. “The rug changed.”
“The rug?” Ingo followed the line of Emmet’s gaze and found that the carpet had indeed changed. When he walked in it had been the typical short carpet you’d expect in a scenic train, but now it was long like shag carpet and stark white in color. “Huh. You’re right.” Ingo leaned out into the aisle to get a better look.
The carpet moved, rippled like the twitching back of some great beast. Above them, one of the circular light fixtures blinked, its color changing from pale yellow to red rimmed with green...
“BOO!” Arceus’s head emerged from the ceiling, the metal shifting around it like fabric.
Ingo startled and fell out of his seat. “ARCEUS!?”
“Wow,” Emmet said.
Arceus sniffed, seeming to take offense. “That’s it? Just ‘wow’? You don’t have anything more than that for the creator of the universe?” it asked as it glared down at Emmet.
Emmet tilted his head to one side. “What did you want instead?” he asked.
“The appropriate amount of awe, maybe? A little terror? Something to show you’re impressed!”
“Hmm. Okay then.” Emmet cleared his throat. “Aaaaaaaaa,” he said in his very best monotone. “How’s that?”
Ingo laughed despite himself.
“That was even worse!” The room twisted as the elements of Arceus’s body came together. It stood over them as it glared down at Emmet. “You could at least pretend to be impressed.”
“I am Emmet. I have been stuck in the dream world for who knows how long and it’s the only one I remember,” Emmet declared, putting his hands on his hips and raising his head in defiance. “I hate telling lies and you do not impress me.”
“What is going on?” Ingo asked before the argument could progress further. “Why are you here?” he added, pointing up at Arceus.
Arceus leaned back a tad as it remembered itself. “Yes, well. I’m here because you left the ArcWatch on when you went to sleep,” it replied, pointing at Ingo’s left wrist with one golden hoof.
“The ArcWatch?” Ingo looked down at his wrist and found that the watch was indeed with him even here in the dream world. “So it is like the Arc Phone?”
“A little bit,” Arceus replied. “It has different functions to the Arc Phone.”
“What’s an Arc Phone?” Emmet asked.
“Basically a phone made by Arceus?” Ingo replied, leaning his head back to look up at Emmet. “It worked like a PokeDex from what I understand.”
“The ArcWatch isn’t a PokeDex!” Arceus snapped, cutting off any further discussion. “Just sit down and shush and let me tell you about it!”
Ingo got up from the floor and sat down while Emmet dropped into the window seat.
The train emerged from the tunnel, winding out along a coastline of stark black rock and intense blue sea.
Arceus cleared its throat. “Good. Thank you.” It rocked back on its hooves for a moment, considering where to begin. “Now, you were told to be ready should I call upon you, and the watch has told you your main mission already.”
“Return the lost to their proper home?” Ingo asked.
“Yes, exactly,” Arceus said, pointing at him with one foreleg. “There have been instabilities in your home dimension lately. Entities have gotten through in both directions, and I need you to put them back where they belong to keep everything tidy.”
“Question.” Emmet raised his hand.
Arceus sighed and rolled its eyes. “Yes?”
“Why does Ingo have to do it?” Emmet asked as he lowered his arm again. “You’re supposed to be the creator of the universe, so why can’t you go and fix it yourself?”
“I was wondering that too,” Ingo admitted. “You took me home so why can’t you do that for the others?”
“Akari’s the one who set things up,” Arceus corrected him. “I only ferried you back after you left the main dimension.”
“What difference does that make?” Ingo asked with the utmost sincerity.
Arceus closed its eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Maybe a demonstration will help...” it said after a few moments, tapping a hoof to its chin. “Alright, let’s try this.” It stepped to one side and a table appeared with an intricate miniature house built upon it. “Come over here.” Arceus beckoned them forth with a wave of one foreleg.
Ingo and Emmet stood and stepped out into the aisle, which had become large enough for them to stand comfortably beside Arceus. They gave the miniature house a brief examination, but found nothing particularly strange about it.
“Now what?” Ingo asked, looking up at Arceus.
“Imagine that this little house is your dimension,” Arceus began, giving the house a light tap with one hoof. “Looks nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yes?” Ingo said, a tad worried about where this was going.
“Looks good enough,” Emmet added.
“Now, I want you to look inside and tell me if you can see the little red ball,” Arceus continued.
Ingo and Emmet both stooped and looked inside the windows, eventually locating said ball near the center of the house’s first floor.
“Okay, I found it,” Ingo said.
“Good. Now go in there and get it for me.”
“Like, shrink down and then walk in, or...?”
“That would be verrry fun,” Emmet added.
“Nope,” Arceus said with a shake of its head. “You have to stay the same size. So go get it.”
Ingo looked at the house, then at Arceus, then back at the house again, completely lost on how he was supposed to do that without breaking things.
“Hmm.” Emmet opened the front door and tried to get at the ball that way, but found that he could only get two fingers through and fell far short of reaching the ball. “A verrry tough riddle,” he said as he withdrew his hand.
“It’s really not,” Arceus said matter-of-factly.
“How is it not?” Ingo asked as he looked down at the house again, starting to feel a tad impatient. “Is there a tool we’re supposed to use?”
“No tools,” Arceus replied. “I never said you couldn’t break the house in the process, by the way.”
Ingo and Emmet returned their full attention to the house.
“Seems kind of mean,” Emmet said, his smile lowering a tad.
“But if that’s what we’re supposed to do...” Even so Ingo examined the house more closely in the hopes that there would be some way to get in without completely wrecking it. Maybe an easy access point of some sort...
“Go on, go get it,” Arceus said, giving him a nudge with one foreleg. “I’m waiting.”
Ingo let out a grumbling sigh and levered his fingers under the first floor’s eaves. The sound of cracking and breaking wood made him wince as he levered the second floor off of the first.
Emmet reached in and picked up the ball at the earliest opportunity.
Ingo lowered the second floor back onto the first as carefully as he could, only to have the whole model collapse the moment he took his hand away. He felt bad, despite it being a dream.
“Well, we got the ball,” Emmet said as he held it up for Arceus to see.
“Very good!” Arceus said. “So you’re playing me in that little game,” it continued, draping a foreleg around Ingo’s shoulders. “If I go in and try to change things, I just end up breaking everything!”
Ingo and Emmet looked down at the ruins of the model in horror.
“Oh,” Ingo said. He paused, hitting on a realization. “Wait, why didn’t I break when I was around you before?” Another pause as a second realization dropped into place. “Did you—!?” he started, jabbing a finger at Arceus.
“No, I did not break you,” Arceus said. “You were damaged before I ever got to you.”
Ingo calmed a little, though the annoyance remained. “Okay. So why didn’t things break when you took me home?” he asked.
“You were the one who stepped into the space between dimensions after I opened up a pathway,” Arceus replied. “Once you were outside I was able to conduct you home without risk. Plus you were only talking to a small part of me, not the whole thing. Perfectly safe.”
“Can’t you make yourself small to fix things?” Emmet cut in, pointing at the remains of the model house.
Arceus let out an exasperated sigh. Ingo wasn’t sure how it managed that, since it lacked a mouth. “Then that’s just putting myself in danger. If I’m small enough to move without breaking things then I need an escort to keep me safe.”
“Wait, so that means you’re just a piece of Arceus?” Ingo asked, poking Arceus under the chin with one finger as he looked up at it. “Like the one that took me home?”
“Yes, that’s right,” Arceus said, pushing Ingo’s hand away. “I’m actually much smaller for convenience’s sake though. The one you met earlier was a shard, and I’m like a chip in comparison.”
“Oooh.” Emmet put his hands on his hips and tilted his head slightly as he thought of something. “Let’s call you Chip, then!” he declared, pointing at Chip.
“What?!” Chip glared at him and took its foreleg from around Ingo’s shoulders. “Can’t you come up with a better nickname than that?”
“I think there’s no better nickname for you,” Ingo said, putting his hands on his hips.
“Chip is exactly what you are,” Emmet added with a sage nod. “You said it yourself. Yep.”
“Plus it really suits your personality,” Ingo said, one hand to his chin as he regarded Chip more closely. “You act like a Chip.” He paused, recalling how the other Arceus he’d encountered had spoken. “Huh. You really do talk differently from that other Arceus piece...”
“That’s because I am a different piece,” Chip said, drawing itself up tall and proud. “We can be quite independent, and we can have our own personalities.”
“You’re much less mature,” Ingo said.
Chip glared at him. “I’m not even a millenia old yet, give me a break!” it said with a stamp of its hoof.
“Wait, so how old are they usually?” Ingo asked.
“Way older than me,” Chip replied.
“That’s not very exact.”
“So what you’re saying is,” Emmet began. “You’re just a baby!” he declared, pointing at Chip again.
Chip gasped. “How dare you!” it said, giving him another glare. “I am not a baby!”
“Wait, Emmet. I think you’re a little off there,” Ingo said, holding up a hand. “Chip isn’t a baby. Clearly Chip is a teenager,” he said, nodding to himself.
“Stop trying to slot me into your human age categories!” Chip cried with a toss of its head. “I’m supposed to tell you about the ArcWatch! Stop distracting me!”
“Then tell me how it’s supposed to help Emmet,” Ingo said, pointing at his brother. “It let me see those protoform things earlier, so what are they?”
“That’s an excellent question,” Chip said, happy to get back on track. “In simplest terms, they’re proto-Pokemon. Beings that might become Pokemon someday but aren’t there yet. They usually live outside of your dimension, but something caused them to come here and take up residence inside your brother’s head.”
“And you don’t know how that happened?” Ingo asked in disbelief.
“Nope, I don’t,” Chip replied.
“How!? I thought you were supposed to know everything!”
“I’m only a piece, I can’t see what the whole sees,” Chip replied, its tone suggesting this should’ve been obvious.
“So what can you actually do, then?”
“I can help you see the unseen—like I did with the protoforms—open up pathways across dimensions and navigate them, and I have basic information on what you’ll be up against,” Chip replied, sounding proud of itself. “And typical smartwatch functions, I guess,” it added with a shrug.
“And do you come with an instruction manual...?”
“Nope!”
Ingo let out a long sigh.
“That’s inconvenient,” Emmet added.
“Look, I’m not some machine that you can just boss around,” Chip snapped. “We can just learn stuff as we go along, it’ll be fine!”
“I have my doubts about you,” Emmet said. “But as long as Ingo is on the case, I’m not too worried.”
“Do you have anything important to tell us?” Ingo asked.
Chip paused to think about it. “Be careful who you tell about the ArcWatch,” it said, with utmost seriousness. “People can get greedy when they find out about stuff like that, and people are capable of awful things when they get greedy.”
“Only Elesa knows so far, she’s trustworthy,” Ingo said. “And Emmet, now,” he added, glancing at Emmet with a small smile.
“My lips are sealed,” Emmet said. “Not that I can really talk to anyone other than you and Ingo,” he added with a touch of annoyance to his tone.
“Good,” Chip said with a sigh of relief. It then stared into the distance over Ingo’s head. “Looks like we’re all out of time.”
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doomfox · 2 years
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When Wade brings home the meat cake and the gifts, Eclipse tries to talk him out of it. You don't have to waste time and money on me, I don't need or deserve it
"Talk about deja-freaking vu..." Wade muttered to himself as he loaded the foil-wrapped meat-cake into his truck, setting it beside a bundle of hastily-bought bits and pieces selected from the local supermarket. Beside him in the passenger seat, Shadow offered him an incredulous look. "huh?"
"Nothing..." Wade muttered, firing up the truck and checking behind as he began to reverse. "Just talkin' to myself, kiddo..." Shadow shrugged in response and returned attention to his 3DS. Apparently he had forgotten about Silver's birthday the previous year, his first as a Whipple, when Wade had rushed around like a blue-assed fly to put together something of a birthday for his youngest child. The present situation wasn't quite as time-specific - Eclipse didn't have a set birth date after all. But this was also Wade's only day off and he wanted to make it happen now if he at all could. He had a whole cake made out of meat that would need using up as soon as possible, at the very least.
Wade sighed. He swore, if he had a dollar for every alien kid he'd taken in that had never had a birthday...
It wasn't long until Wade was guiding his truck up the dirt drive to his old house. He and Shadow hadn't been gone long. Just long enough to grab some last-minute birthday gifts and pick up the 'cake', and he hoped the other two boys hadn't managed to demolish the house in that time. Wade expected he could trust Silver these days, but Eclipse was another story. Silver had standing orders to show the other alien his plush collection to keep him busy.
"Shadow, can you carry these?" Wade handed a couple of shopping bags to his eldest while he handled the meat-cake, locking the car with his other hand.
Shadow made a face. "That thing stinks," he said, in reference to the foil-wrapped mass in Wade's arm.
"I know," Wade replied dryly, "but you don't have to eat it. You guys can have some ice-cream or something."
"Couldn't we have had a normal cake just for us?" Shadow said, hopefully looking into the bags he held at shoulder-height as though a full-size birthday cake complete with candles would magically materialise."
"I think that'd be a little unfair for Eclipse, wouldn't it?" Wade replied, now juggling the meat-cake to retrieve his house keys, "y'know, you guys getting a big treat when it's his birthday?"
"It's not even his birthday..." Shadow grumbled, just wanting to get back to his game.
"Well it is now," Wade said, trying not to snap. He turned the key in the lock and shoved open the door. "Guys? We're back! Everybody still alive in here?"
Silence. No squealing voices, no bumps or bangs, no fires raging anywhere... just silence. Wade didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. He and Shadow glanced to one another and entered the house, closing the door behind them. They set the things down in the kitchen and Shadow announced he was going to the bathroom. Wade let the hedgehog go about his business and stalked through the hall toward the kids' bedroom. He leaned an ear close to the door, hearing small voices inside, before knocking and sticking his head into the room.
It could have been worse. Wade inspected the room to find bedsheets and pillows covering the carpet, plushies scattered everywhere like some kind of adorable battlefield, and in the middle of the soft carnage two boys lay on their stomachs, rifling through a pile of Pokemon cards. Two pairs of eyes, amber and yellow respectively, and Silver beamed. "Hi dad!"
"hey," Wade said, wearing an incredulous expression. "You two, uh... having fun there?"
"Yeah! Silver's showing me these things called toys!" Eclipse said, sharp teeth bared in a happy grin. "We didn't have stuff like this one the Black Comet! I wish we did, it would have been fun."
"Uh huh," Wade said uncertainly, unsure what to make of that statement. "Well, your brother and I are back..." Wade said to the pair of them, "and you remember what we talked about yesterday? About birthdays?"
Eclipse cocked his head. "Yeah?"
"Well," Wade began, but opened the door and gestured the two boys to follow. "Come on, I think it's better we explain in person."
...
The look on Eclipses' face when Wade unveiled his 'cake' was priceless. Wade considered snapping a picture on his phone but, considering the Darkling's response to most technology he didn't understand Wade decided against it. Instead he grinned and gestured to the smelly mass. "There you go, dig in. It's all yours."
Eclipse stared at the human wide-eyed. "All for me??"
Wade nodded. "Yup. Nobody else here can eat raw meat so I guess so." Wade settled himself down with a coffee and a sandwich and took a swig from his mug. "Have at it."
Eclipse didn't need telling twice. With gnashing teeth he began to chow down on the raw mass, Wade swallowing down a little nausea as the gremlin child ate. Shadow seemed nonplussed, tucking into his own dish of ice cream while Silver gaped at the Darkling's appetite.
"Make sure you clean up after yourself," Wade said, taking a bite from his sandwich. "We still got presents to go."
The Darkling paused, remaining still for a moment until yellow eyes peeked above the remains of his 'treat'. "Why are you doing this?" the alien child said, confusion etched over his reptilian features. "Are you wanting something from me?"
"What?" Wade replied, not as shocked as he should have been. "That's not it at all, I just-"
"We're celebrating your birthday!" Silver piped up, ice-cream plastering his muzzle and hopping excitedly in his chair, "right dad?"
Wade nodded. "Right. If you want? You remember what we said about birthdays?"
Eclipse just stared at his cake. "You said it's a day when people celebrate somebody's birth, and they get treats and presents and stuff."
"That's right," Wade nodded. "I know we don't know exactly how old you are, and it's probably not the exact date you were born, but we can figure it out-"
"Why bother?" Wade fell silent at Eclipses' words, the Darkling now glaring at the meat-cake Wade had had specially ordered. "What's the point?" Eclipse glowered at Wade, tail swishing behind him like a snake. "Why would anybody want to celebrate the existence of something like me?? I'm a failure! I never accomplished my primary purpose, I failed my father so badly he banished me to this planet for the rest of my life, I don't even know how anything works around here!!! I'm worthless!!! Why are you bothering doing any of this???"
The table fell completely silent, Shadow and Silver awkwardly sat with their ice-cream while Eclipse glowered at Wade. Wade shrugged. "Because you're a kid," he said simply, "no matter what your... father meant for you to be. You're a kid, you're in my care, and I don't let kids go cold. Or hungry. Or miss their birthdays." He sighed and played with a sandwich crust. "Must be a human thing..."
Moments of silence went by, before Eclipse slid from his chair and slunk from the kitchen. Soon after the kids' bedroom door audibly closed, leaving Wade with Shadow and Silver.
"... dad?" Silver said quietly, looking very concerned indeed, "should we go talk to him?"
Wade shook his head. "Give him a few minutes," the human replied, standing and making to tidy up the mess left by Eclipses' assault on the meat-cake. "I'll go see him if he doesn't come out."
ten minutes later Wade and the boys occupied the living room couch, some superhero movie playing on the tv. Wade was just about to head in to check on his third charge, when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked to find the small Darkling framed in the living room doorway. "Hey buddy," Wade said, "you wanna watch tv?"
Eclipse nodded and slunk over, crawling onto the couch beside Shadow and Silver. "Is there any food left?"
Wade nodded. "Yup. And you have some presents, too. We can go get them in a minute if you like."
Eclipse remained still, staring into space and chewing his lip. Eventually he replied with a few small nods. "Yeah, okay."
Wade watched the Darkling snuggle closer to Shadow, the two siblings becoming a pile of scales and fluff, while Silver snored quietly beside them. Wade had never intended to take in one alien kid, never mind two. And now, while he hadn't been so sure in the short time Eclipse had been around, it seemed third time was the charm.
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poliwhirl-swirl · 2 years
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36, 52, and 55?
3 dreams I want to fulfill:
1. Finding a new job that utilities my skillset
2. To actually finish a story and maybe even get something like a book made
3. Have a pokemon plush of each pokemon in existence
Something I'm talented at:
Mental math? Does that count?
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So all of my mutuals are friends ☺ but specifically:
@cubone-attack (fiance)
@snarkybritches8 (we met not long ago and he's already super important to me ❤)
@thejauntyfool (also important friend)
@lilmonstaj (we talk everyday)
@vahtizpie (we share a very similar home life lol)
@greyreyn (we send each other snaps of silly faces and I slightly judge him for not knowing what to eat ever)
Thanks for the ask!!
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ash-imagines · 1 year
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Can I have a pokemon matchup
I'm a straight short girl use she/her pronouns, im around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo also a infp,im also ace as for which one im not too sure atm as i just found out not ling ago. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. , unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. I accidentally snap at people and I find people's pain hilarious so if someone gets hurt there is a good chance I will laugh at them. I sound meaner than intended sometimes. I can have trouble showing that im thankful at times. I pick at scabs as a nervous habit. I love to add alot of lemon juice to my tea to where it's more lemon than tea. When I'm woken up early with low sleep I am very mean and grumpy. I cant tell when people are joking and take it seriously. I do have asphergers which is a form of autism. Becuase of it I am a very picky person with foods and such.
I am very kind but people take advantage of it and I don't usually fight back. I also have adhd and I can go on forever about something but I don't know when to stop and should be told to if it's getting annoying. I have self esteem issues at times as well.
I am a bit overweight it isn't shown well I have thick thighs and am just a but chubby around the stomach it isn't noticeable unless I wear somethign small I usually wear large t-shirts.I have a few weird talents. I can put my foot behind my head while standing and both while sitting down. I can burp for 14 seconds. I have been told I have resting bitch face. When someone stops talking to me my attention goes to something else so I won't be able to hear what they said if they say something again so I end up saying what alot cause I loose focus easily. I am incredibly stubborn if I want something done.
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I think the Pokémon best suited to you would be a Stufful! People tend to underestimate such a cute Pokémon, but it's actually a fearsome creature with a lot of strength. Even though Stufful looks like a cuddly plush toy, they dislike being hugged or touched and will react violently if somebody gets too affectionate. With a trainer who respects their boundaries and is kind to them, however, they sometimes let their guard down and allow themselves to be given pats.
Honorable mention:
Sinistea! A bitter cup of haunted tea, since you mentioned liking a nice cup of lemon juice with a splash of tea.
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hoennhibana · 2 years
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You're dependable. People come to you when they are in need of advice or a helping hand or any other slew of favors. You think you may have let this become your identity; nowadays you seek responsibilities to take under your wing without your notice.
One of your trainees - Darren - had arrived for the last three days to the gym with large bags under his eyes. His body was twitchy and, whenever he wasn't sagging under the weight of sleepless nights, he was jumping at the littlest sound, pale as a sheet.
No point beating around the bush. You sat the boy down and the pressure of your concern had been enough to crack him. There was something he'd met out in this alley, Darren said, on his way home on Monday. He'd been a little later to leave; it was his turn to do inventory check and he'd always been lousy with numbers. It got dark quickly, but Motostoke was a well lit city, well patrolled. He wasn't afraid. He was, however, surprised to hear some kid sniffling in a narrow alley on his way home.
Darren didn't say anything else. That was fine, the intention wasn't to rattle the poor kid into incoherency. You tell him you'll walk him home and watch as his shoulders droop with immediate relief. You go about the day normally, you close the gym up, and you walk Darren home.
Nothing really happened. You're pretty sure he may have been watching one too many horror movies, but doubting him wouldn't help. You can feel him beside you, strung up like a guitar cord. Every step he takes is like a hand turns the notch a little further, wringing Darren tight, adding on pressure just to see how much he could take before he snapped. He was a nervous breakdown ready to happen.
When you reached the alley way, Darren doesn't step into the mouth of it. You don't ask him to. You face the cramped path for a moment. It's poorly lit, but you can tell it's a dead-end. You don't know how deep it goes, but it can't be that much. There's no doors in there either, can't fit a dumpster and there's barely any trash cans to attract the attention of strays.
But you do here it. After a little while, you hear this gurgling, high pitched mewl of something scared witless. The sound is reminiscent of a child, but it's a lot more reminiscent of your childhood. It's a sound that takes you back, to a home you haven't visited in a long time. You don't turn around to face Darren when you tell him to go home.
You walk into the dark. You don't ask any of your partners to light the space; those things are morbidly afraid of fire. Each step is deliberately slow, accounting for the time needed for the human eye to adjust to darkness. Everything comes in greyscale now, the moonlight highlighting vague shapes on grimy brick walls.
Like you thought, the alley isn't very deep. Doesn't have to be. It looks nearly indistinguishable from a lump of discarded clothes, huddled against the wall and cushioned by a damp cardboard box. It's hunched, trembling, and scared witless. You'd say it must've seen a ghost, but the metaphor was extremely ill fitting. It continues to cry, these high, quiet little whimpers, trapped behind the zipper keeping its mouth tightly shut. Its body seems ragged, quilted, torn at some pieces. It clutches onto a plush, most of its filling having been yanked out of its eviscerated arm and the head lolling to the side, held on by just a few stitches.
The Banette clung to the toy like a soldier would hold the dogtag of a lost friend. It didn't notice anything beyond reliving its own fear.
Kabu is Quiet as the barely muffled sobs and whispers of what could only be described as 'Terrified mourning' echo and titter through the narrow alley.
The Banette holds the doll in a way that speaks too many volumes for him to decipher right now. But he doesn't need to. All he needs to know is that this pokemon is hurt, even if it's not physical, and it deserves the chance to get better.
So the older man gives a good squat back onto his heels, his jacket crinkling at the hip as he bends and he brings himself to the level of the Banette. He knows what they are. And how they are formed. They were much more Common in Hoenn and he has seen his own fair share of them. He's not adept with them, however, so it takes him a long and silent time to think of how to handle this before he speaks between the little cries.
"Can I help?"
It's not a perfect question, but it's one he has to ask. To get its attention.
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