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witchofthesouls · 2 years

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So, imagine the TFP kids gang got hit by Ancient Cybertronian do-hickey over a sleepover and cyberform into sparklings (I will forever die on the Hill that cyberformed humans are some form of war-builds. You can’t take that me. At all.), and then combine it with memory regression/suppression and oh boy, oh boy, what a mess.

The kids are absolutely cute and 100% goddamn Feral.

When Optimus finally manages to decode the information in regards that the artifact’s power: a vague recollection of to revert/return what was lost he agreed with the team: Unicron’s bullscrap.

Miko is a smoll Seeker sparkling with pretty amber optics, a worrisome amount of pink upon her thin frame, and has no idea who they are. She managed to squeeze behind the monitors and climb up the computer set up for high-ground. Has sharp teeth and equally sharp little claws. And yes, she had used both sets on an Autobot’s hands. Hissy little thing.

She mainly listens to Optimus ever since he managed to snatch her up by the scruff and growled back at her, he put some force into it with his engines in low-gear with his field pressing down, enough to overwhelm her for a beat. The team is yelling at him while Miko stares at him with wide optics and limp like a docile kitten.

Ratchet fusses over her since Seekerkin femmes are usually larger and bulkier than their mech counterparts, even as sparklings. Miko, however, is on the thinner side, especially since it looks like she’s missing plating. She’s not; her armature will be deceptively fragile, but very flexible.

Everyone keeps a really good optic on her since that much pink on a mecha’s plating as their original color meant… issues. Ratchet keeps checking on her since her pain receptors are too scattered to stop her from really dangerous stunts.

Mainly communicates likes a newspark. Squeaks and chirps. Very expressive wings.

They thought Jack would be the “easy” one since he was once a Responsible Teenager, had actually retained a few memories about his life Before, and can actually communicate in English. They’re wrong. Dead. Wrong.

Local Metal Bird Boy can be found scurrying up the walls and hooking his newfound claws into crevices and digging because he found something behind the walls or beneath the rocks.

Jack looks built to be an armored jet. At first glance. This bitlet seems to have hints of developing multiple forms. Ratchet had uncovered sets of wheels and had to disable some of his programs related to combat that are too close to the surface. He was worried that it may activate and there’s no need for a sparkling to run around with high-beam plasma.

Has a habit of sneaking up on others, especially on Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee. It’s possible since Jack has impressive shielding and suppression abilities due to his advanced ventilation systems and military-grade silencers.

Likes watching the ‘bots sleep, the low hum of their frames with relaxed sparks is a soothing sound to him, especially with each ‘bot has a unique pattern and feel to their EM field. Many times, they had been startled awake to see grey-blue optics watching from above.

He’s ridiculously good at hide-and-seek.

Raf is the Baby. As in he’s a baby Predacon. Like the rolliest and roundest one. Absolute chonk of a pup. He’s a metal, yellow and orange potato that likes to be carted around like a football.

Refuses to budge out of his alt-mode for anything. Eats, sleeps, and plays as a small, metal dragon. Enjoys being tucked up on a chassis and having his neck scratched.

Blind as a bat. There’s film over his optics. It doesn’t seem to be newspark-thickness, but Ratchet has no idea and can only work with what he knows about sparkling care with the present frame-types. Predacons, however, had been extinct, but it shouldn’t be too different. Hopefully.

The Autobots can’t leave anything on the ground or Raf will attempt to stuff it in his mouth. With surprisingly, if varying, levels of success. Horrifies them that he can actually eat rocks and metal ore without getting sick. If left unattended, then he will try to nibble on live wires and will gnaw on weapons.

Very limited communication. Much like Miko, he barks, chirps, and squeaks. It’s a strange scene to watch Miko and Raf making a racket as Jack is quite still and nods or frowns with their conversation. Optimus can actually follow their proto-language quite well. Bumblebee was disappointed that none of them can understand his binary.

They collectively give thanks to whatever deity watching them that the kids’ have functional EM fields. It’s the most straight-forward, direct form of nonverbal communication. Raf and Miko are very expressful and demand to be heard. Jack, on the other hand, tends to be more quiet and subdued. More like an undercurrent that slips into their own without notice until he tugs them, burning with questioning/inquisitive and curiosity.

Miko and Jack are completely delighted when Raf figures out to puff out small bits of flame. And yes, they do bring Raf flammable things to play with. They tickle his softer underbelly to get him to snort and hiccup bits of fire. They like drawing on the walls and floors with their bits of charcoal and piles of ash.

It seems to be a universal rule that younglings of any species can always find a way to get filthy in a short amount of time. Between Raf’s constant rolling and rummaging for rocks and Miko’s and Jack’s urges to climb all over the place, all three get dusty and crusty. Especially when they dig into the sand and dirt.

It becomes a daily duty to get those three clean. Raf has a dedicated, makeshift bowl of a bathtub where Jack and Miko can join the showers.

It’s a two-mecha job. One to focus on Raf and watch the doorway and floor. (Raf can and will attempt to eat the towels, cleansers, and buffing equipment.) One to scrub Jack and Miko’s backs, particular their developing flight systems, and coax Miko into drying off because she will refuse to leave the shower.

They get a kiddie pool in the middle of the base, well away from equipment, and it’s the greatest thing ever: Occupies the kids for long periods of time, especially with some toys.

Ratchet actually complimented Agent Fowler’s recommendation, and man had side-eyed the mech for the entire visit.

Jack and Miko managed to lure in an injured cougar into the base. They hid it in the back, well away from everyone else, and tagged team on its caring and feeding schedule since Jack would tell any adult that they were playing hide-and-seek.

No one figured out what was wrong since Jack has a habit of suppressing his own EM field, and figured out how to mask Miko whenever they snuck out the base to hunt animals.

Bulkhead realized something was up when the kiddie pool was quite bloody one day when he was cleaning up a messy Raf that escaped the playpen. Again. The towels were stained red.

The sheer amount of screaming and tears it caused when the Autobots relocated the cougar to a sanctuary.

Optimus is truly a leader when he was able to withstand their sad, wilting wings, shiny and wet optics, and wails.

He does hold them in his lap as they pick out a wildlife sanctuary, and Ratchet hooks up the TV to view the public camera of the animals, so they could watch Nightstrike.

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lumibye · 4 months

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꒰ loreish / one . . . ꒱

before the new year , i really wanted to get the major parts of marianne's backstory on my blog at the very least . i feel like i've done her a bit of a disservice by not talking about or introducing her character , honestly ? so . .⊹ ࣪ ˖

note : probably veryy suspect to rewrites in the future , there are def some kinks i need to iron out ehe ;

⊱ marianne ( marionette ) is an early to mid twenty year old former contest star from castelia city , unova . . .

⊱ having been born and raised there , she saw the increase of the populous as a result of the business / career boom that began early in her early childhood ⊱ rent in metropolitan cities is abysmal as is , but with the sheer number of people moving for work this only makes the issue worse ⊱ so , instead of pursuing anything trainer adjacent - she opts to take up work as a barista at café sonata to help out the household ! ⊱ ( which is fine , she finds battles too intense and violent for her taste )

⊱ she's already quite awkward and shy but learns quickly to build something of a ' work persona ' for herself and although this is draining , she finds solace in the day dreams she conjures up between customers ⊱ she has hyperphantasia and , if she's lucky enough to be working while the café's resident musician is on , the music sparks all kinds of inspiration in her and fuels these little fantasies she tends to escape to ⊱ and that one time she heard him play the relic song sends her into a spiral /pos ⊱ ( orders a coffee on her breaks and stares into the cup like a trance - was shaken out of it at one point by her coworker and was very embarrassed ) ⊱ ( she has her breaks outside now where she can still vaguely hear the music but be percieved less ) ⊱ her coworkers are a bit . . thrown off ? by the fact she can handle customer service just fine but if they talk to her one on one she stutters and replies in short sentences

⊱ and as much as marianne loves the stars , castelias light pollution makes it hard to really see them . ⊱ not to mention travelling to see the northern lights is just a dream considering all her money goes to living expenses ⊱ so her past time at home becomes making light spectacles with her pokemon on the roof of her room to whatever music she's resonating with at the time ⊱ it's not the same thing , but it'll do - she's not confident enough to find a decent star gazing spot in the city , anyway ⊱ this is how she gets into contests , after the attack on opelucid ( any maybe castelia depending on which source ) she has a bit of a rude awakening to the fact she's been maybe just a little bit complacent with her life ?

⊱ having always valued and appreciated the idea of self expression ( something she felt she couldn't embody in her barista career ) she opts to enter unovas contest circuit once it opens back up ⊱ ( considering the on going investiagions and the time it takes for the clearance of kyurems true ice it puts a halt to things for a while and thus , gives her some time to reherse and practice before the circuit starts )

⊱ she starts taking less shifts to accomodate for this - her mother supports her entirely given all her teen years were invested into helping make ends meet ⊱ and eventually she participates , to a good degree of success ⊱ in part due to her ability to visualise routines so accurately given her hyperphantasia ⊱ she places third in her first year and wins her most recent with a new team consisting of an espurr , illumise , lumineon and glalie ⊱ glalie - in particular - she uses as a means to try and ease the anxieties the public has around ice types after the team plasmas assault on oppelucid ( and again , maybe castelia depending on source ? ) ⊱ this ( in the future ) is how sina and her become close : she expresses how unfortunate it is that unovans were fearful about ice types for a time and that they're in fact , very pretty and gentle ⊱ snow and ice, after all , is beautiful ; the coldest places are where you see the northern lights

⊱ between her second and third things get . . . not so great ? ⊱ although she's always been confident at maintaining a ' work persona ' , unlike her barista job it's become something that's overtaken her ' public ' one - the lines are starting to blur ⊱ she's not immensely popular , considering she's more of a ' rising star ' and her previous placements make her more of an ' underdog ' type with a cult following ig ? not to mention that the contest scene is a bit of a semi - niche interest ⊱ but whatever interviews and articles are written in regards to performances in unova it all depicts her in a light that's not how she feels she truly is at her core ⊱ it's just a character she embodies after all - she's not that confident or poised by any means ⊱ her persona is also a problem when it comes to interpersonal relationships ⊱ as a relatively shy and closed off individual that's had trouble making friends she takes any forms of friendly approach as genuine but of course this isn't often the case ⊱ it's very much a matter of other contestants and her former coworkers wanting to befriend her given her current status ⊱ which she naively overlooks until they get burned out and turn away because she's actually rather quiet and shut off ⊱ they just haven't the patience to put up with ( what they perceive as ) a completely different person ⊱ this is unfortunately also a result of most of her interactions not being with friends ( not like she had many ) but primarily with customers or as a sort of public figure to her supporters ⊱ they expect different - someone that's more open and extroverted but that , she is not ⊱ her unique way of talking throws them off something fierce as well ⊱ she catches on to this pattern after a while and it's quite disheartening , they didn't want to know her for her but rather the person , idea or ' product ' she was advertising

⊱ and this , going into her third year , makes her quite high strung ⊱ there's talk with the board about her being one of the circuits ' promoters ' similar to lisia which she dances around to the best of her degree ( it's obviously not something she wants )

⊱ they expect her to wear this mask at all times ? hard pass . . . ⊱ she's in this to express herself and connect with an audience , share her vision , not be a face of the sport ⊱ she's beginning to have an identity crisis - where does she truly start and her stage persona actually end ? how much of who she presents to people is an act ect. ect. ⊱ it gets to her . and by the time of her second performance , third year of participating in contests , she fumbles her steps and her arm grazes an ice type move ⊱ it's all broadcasted - there are children in attendance and the result of the accident is severe ice burn up her left forearm ⊱ nothing like this has happened for over almost decade in regards to contests or gym battles for that matter and instead of her stage persona being the focus of whatever media coverage she had , it's now this accident that's taken the forefront ⊱ it doesn't help that the public is still rattled by ice type pokemon and moves in general - the fear in them is still fresh , so this them twice as hard ⊱ and when the media does eventually approach her after she's healed she handles that interaction very , very unceremoniously . ⊱ media training be damned - she's worn out and doesn't have the strength anymore ⊱ filled with guilt and feeling as if she needs to live in the shadow of her stage persona , she begins to isolate ⊱ she doesn't blame her glalie but she benches / boxes him for a time until she feels she's ' ready ' to face everything that's transpired ⊱ then makes the impulsive decision to move and start over. she has enough winnings over the past few years that her mother is comfortable and marianne can in fact , move without any financial trouble

#꒰ ver . 1 ꒱#⊱ lore tag ⊰#⊱ long post ⊰#⊱ étoile 🩵 ⊰#( art creds in alt txt )

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nova--spark · 5 months

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Once a would be singer and musician on Cybertron, Cloudbreaker was a gentle spark who could do no harm.

Such remained the case when the war began, but rather than find herself siding with the Autobots, Cloudbreaker joined the Decepticons, hoping and praying for change, that she and her friends would make a difference.

Unfortunately that wasn't the outcome.

Training under Knockout, prior to his and his conjunx's change of faction, Cloud studied as a field medic and rescue.

Talented as she was, she couldn't save everyone. Not even her best friend, who was injured at the hands of a fellow Con. The ones she'd thought she could trust.

In a desperate hope to save then, she sought out the Autobots, specifically Anthea/Astrea.

There'd been rumors that the Autobot was the reincarnated Solus Prime, surely she could save her friend. But not without the cost of a price on her head, as she packed everything up and left behind the Decepticons.

She destroyed half an abandoned town to get their attention and gave up immediately on their arrival.

Tragically, not even they could save her friend, and Cloudbreaker was left disillusioned by the fact.

She'd just wanted equality, not to be a hero, and not to lose so many sparks that could have been saved.

The Con would hide out in an abandoned hangar bay, visited by Anthea and her team every few days.

She'd lost everything.

Her friends, her path, her purpose, and her faction.

It took a while before she formally joined the Strays, but she joined them nonetheless on a mission to rescue Plasma when a mission had gone awry.

Cloudbreaker became the medic of the Stray Stars, and was a welcome change to the chaos of their home.

She still bears the Con insignia on her person, not ashamed of what she used to be, but rather hoping that in the future, her hopes from when she first joined will come to be.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #maccadam #maccadams #tf prime #tf rid15 #tf bayverse #mun’s potato doodles #tf astray verse #stray stars

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best-kirby-character-tournament · 5 months

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Loser Bracket Round 2A Wave 2:

NME Salesman/Customer Service (Kirby: Right Back at Ya'!) and Gryll (Kirby's Star Stacker) vs. Team Bio Wisp (Bio Spark and Plasma Wisp [Both from Kirby Super Star/Super Star Ultra])

Clip/theme/music:

NME Salesman/Customer Service and Gryll

Team Bio Wisp: Bio Spark and Plasma Wisp

The winner will move on to the next round!

#kirby character tournament #:0 a poll!#tournament poll #kirby #nme salesman #gryll #gryll kirby #plasma wisp #bio spark #kirby: right back at ya!#kirby right back at ya #krbay #kirby anime #kirby's star stacker #kirby star stacker #kirby super star #kirby super star ultra #kirby series #kirby fandom

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gggoldfinch · 5 months

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brrrrrrr art dump for the tfp self insert oc my childhood self could only dream of 🤯 I drew these back in July but have been thinking about them again recently. This is so embarrassing but I'm so proud of how these character sheets came out, but I can't post them without context so here we goooooo (oc info at the bottom!!!!!!😭)

Embarrassing au & oc info time!!!!!! (tw for vague discussion of non-human self-harm in 10th bullet point):

Okay so basically to preface: in my wip fic (wip is a gross exaggeration), everything remains canonically accurate to TFP except for the fact I use my Magic Fanfic Writer Powers to incorporate ridiculous Cybertronian mysticism canon into it for the sole purpose of furthering my self indulgent plot armor via cyberforming (cyberforming being when organic material becomes that of Cybertronian-make through means of mysticism and/or science)

Marian (unabashed tradgoth self insert) starts off as human. She gets picked up by the Cons while smashed drunk one night bc they think she has info on the Bots (found her bc she was lurking on online forums asking too many questions about big robot aliens bc she once saw them brawling and wanted answers), then she just ends up being kept alive and kept around as a pet/team mascot/ emotional support human, because hey if the Bots have one then maybe humans can be of some use

After a while Marian ends up forming a bond with Starscream (and KO to a lesser extent) after they both end up treating each other with compassion and respect (wow! trauma-bonding!). She kinda definitely falls desperately in love with him (and thinks it's unrequited but jk!). Angst & hurt/comfort abound! Gratuitous usage of mass-displacement device for nsfw purposes! You didn't hear that from me...

She is accidentally killed during the Battle on Cybertron (ca. season 3) by being hit with a stray plasma blast.

Here is where AU material comes in lol!!!!!!!

With the Well of AllSparks alive once again, in an act of desperation SS leaves her body at the edge of the well and actually prays for once in his miserable life. Through a mystical act of pity or mercy or whatever, a fresh spark combines with her own approximation of a soul and cyberforms her corpse and resurrects/ reincarnates her. She's herself, with all her old memories— but also something new, with all-new potential. No one knows wtf is going on lol

She becomes the first mech created on "New" Cybertron. "Cyberform-forged" is the term used for her, making her something of a new race (in the same way the Terrans are a new race), and is more of a mystic anomaly than anything (largely because there is no opportunity to recreate the event).

She's formed with a Vosnian Seeker frame and Cybertronian alt mode. Her frame is weather resistant: built to tolerate and fly through high winds and dangerous weather (Cybertronian and Terran) and relies more on brute force than grace in aviation. This means she is bulky rather than slim and aerodynamic like SS. She's a revival of the (near?) extinct class (if we're going by Prime!canon then Starscream is the only confirmed Vosnian Seeker left). Why Primus decided that cranking out new Vosnians would be a good idea is beyond everyone; everyone is too busy wondering how tf cyberforming works and what the consequences of it are to really question it.

Physically, she's not overtly femme— more androgynous, which is on brand for her Vosnian build. She's top-heavy with large pauldrons, shoulders double the width of her hips. Her new frame reflects her old human body in a very rough, vague way— only enough to be noticeable to those who really knew her before. She applies face paint by hand like her old makeup, and paints one servo red to match how she used to wear her nail polish. She's shorter than SS, around 30-ish feet tall (whereas he pushes 35'). She doesn't have a very good grasp on how her wings emote, therefore anyone who can read Seeker body language can always tell exactly how she's feeling.

She suffers with severe ptsd, depression, and body dysmorphia/ dysphoria as a result of the cyberforming and her human death, and semi-often has moments of panic and distress wherein she self-harms in an attempt to undo what's been done. In a potent mix of lingering human neurodivergency & the jarring biological shift, she often gets overwhelmed by her new body, notably her biomechanical functions: her optics cause a significant amount of stress on a regular basis, to the point where visual "notifications" and all other miscellaneous visual obstructions have to be disabled in order for her to function. This means no scanning data, etc, without purposefully reactivating the internal procedures required for the task. She also has a lot of trouble coping with the lack of sexual dimorphism. Shortly after her "awakening," she brutalized herself due to severe confusion and psychological distress (see the second to last image :( ) and KO had to sedate and mend her.

Every who encounters her and knows her story kinda assumes she just "came back" with a processor malfunction (or if they don't know her story, think she was just traumatized by the war), which isn't totally wrong. Knockout is one of her major supporters thru this and professionally thinks she probably needs a mnemosurgeon to fix her, but can't find any to contact so soon post-war.

She's rather clumsy, and takes a while to acclimate to such a different body (it also doesn't help that Seekers tend to have disproportionally long limbs, as well as cumbersome wings). She smacks things and other mechs with her wings, crushes things in her servos, basically she severely underestimates her own strength and size

One perk to her new body is that she can stream music directly into her processor, which is a function she abuses often to drown everything else out. There are functions she couldn't even dream of before: she can disable pain processors, turn off sight and hearing like throwing a switch, disable various biomechanical functions. She doesn't need to breathe like a human, or expel waste. Energon tastes like battery acid and firecrackers, but hey, she can turn off "taste" processors too.

She's afraid of herself at times, and by extension is afraid of intimacy too. She's afraid she's too different now, in a foreign body she can't seem begin understanding. She feels burdened by expectations; she's not a real Vosnian Seeker, she's not even a real Cybertronian in the way that counts— she is a freakish amalgamation of human memories and a soul stuffed into a shell made new especially for her, despite her having had no say in the matter... Or, at least, that's what she thinks. Those closest to her think she's a miracle and are thrilled to still have her, indefinitely now. Before when she was human, SS had been frustrated and genuinely afraid of feeling anything remotely positive towards her, because of how tragically short human life spans are (and his fears had been proven valid when she was killed). Now he has Marian forever, and while coping with his own problems post-war, he cares for her and teaches her how to be a noble Seeker.

YIPPEEEEEEE

#taught myself to draw mech specifically to draw these #SEE I can be a decent artist when I try 🥺#transformers oc #tfp oc #goldfinch draws #goldfinch writes #(I also forgot to add my @ on the second image hnnnng)

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magical-characters-tourney · 8 months

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Magical Boy Tournament: Round 2

Entrant Propaganda:

Bright Marine

LET'S GO MY BOY

Ultraman Zero

He's babygirl he wants to steal the Plasma Spark (Ultra Planet's fake sun that powers everyone just by being there) and instead of getting locked in Cube Jail for 100,000 years like the last guy who tried that, he has to fight a guy on Sand Planet Hell until he realizes the true point of fighting. While the guy's brother and the guy who made Cube Jail watch and judge him. But he realizes that the purpose of fighting is to protect those who can't protect themselves and gets to go fight his new arch-nemesis! He later went on to make a team of people who protect the multiverse (this was back in 2010), of which he was the leader and the one they were named after (of course). Given his ego, and his reputation, he'd be the equivalent of a precure pink or sentai red. Plus he's the son of the favorite Ultraman from the last generation, so he's doubly Tsupro's Favorite Boy. He also gets a friendship bracelet from a god in the parallel universe<3

PLEASE VOTE ZERO HE IS THE SPECIALEST MOST PRECIOUS BOY EVER

HE HAS LITERAL MAGICAL GIRL TRANSFORMATIONS CMON PEOPLE

vote for Zero he is absolutely the magical girl they accidentally made strong enough to kill god

@thankyoumskobayashi’s Zero propaganda

Emerald Heart

quick before liam walks the plank--

#bright marine #elsword #ultraman zero #mega monster battle #emerald heart #magical warrior diamond heart #magical boy tournament #Battle of the MahouBoys #polls #round 2 #tw: eyestrain

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hedgiwithapen · 7 months

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Request Jaime Reyes in Pokemon Arceus setting for dammit hedgi day

Jaime carefully adjusted the satchel that the supply corps had issued him a little lower on his back, so that it wouldn’t press against Khaji Da. It was certainly strange. It looked like standard canvas, the kind of thing tourists wore to hold their valuables, only bulkier. It wouldn’t fit under clothes, that was for sure. It was also easy enough to take off and drop before the Scarab’s armor ate it.

“I do not eat your clothing,” Khaji Da said, when he pointed that out.

“Yeah, well, it goes somewhere doesn’t it? Anyways. I’m just glad this thing fits…way more than it should.” He was already spending most of the money he got for catching pokemon for the professor on clothes. It helped that he could store a couple of spare pairs of pants and kimono-like tops in the waist-pouch, on top of all of the pokeballs, potion bottles, and snacks.

“Like the pokeballs, it appears to be a hyperspace pocket,” Khaji Da explained. “Alert. There is a large Luxio approaching from your left.”

“Oh, gatito enojado.” Jaime grumbled, getting ready to dodge. The pulse of lighting crashed down where he’d been, turning parts of the sandy soil into a much more glassy soil than Jaime was comfortable with. Even Less Comforting was Khaji’s ‘helpful’ note on just how powerful the strike had been. Back home, it could have powered the neighborhood for a night.

“Suggested course of action: deploy wings.”

“Yeah, but we still gotta find out what this thing’s weak to, for the Professor’s notes.”

“According to my data, Luxio and associated creatures are weak to: plasma blasts.”

“And what else?” Jaime asked, ducking behind a rock formation. “Specifically things that other people here can use?”

“The one we saw earlier did not handle the rockslide caused by the: Geodude trying to kill us very well.”

“Great. Rock type stuff. Good. See, that’s the kind of thing I can report back without us getting kicked out of the village. Between your observations and my, uh… not dying, we’ll have this pokedex thing done in no time.”

“Indeed. Deploying pokeball now?” Khaji Da waited for Jaime to throw the ball at the confused Luxio. The orb, unfathomably made of a fruit husk and a bit of polished stone, let out a spark as it locked. Jaime retrieved it. Jaime had impressed the professor who’d found them, and his assistant Akari, with his aim. He had not let on that Khaji Da had shown him a display calculating the exact trajectory of the pokeball. While the Professor seemed more along the lines of Jenny’s dad than her aunt, he wasn’t inclined to take any risks, especially not with the grumpy captain and commander of the village who already mistrusted him for having the misfortune to fall out of the sky.

“So, are we keeping this one?” he asked.

“Negative, Jaime. It attempted your murder.”

“Angry kitty,” Jaime sighed again. “Most of them do, Khaji. We’re going to need some pokemon on our team at some point, or Zizu is going to get suspicious.”

“We can have pokemon that do not attempt to do you harm,” Khaji relented.

“Starly and Bidoof are not going to cut it, hermano.”

“That is why you have me. I suggest turning east. Notes from other sources [*evesdropping on Akari] suggest some kind of horse lives on the plains. Perhaps they will be…friendlier.”

The horse, actually a 20 foot tall fire-breathing unicorn, had Not Been Friendlier. Jaime had waved off the Galaxy Team Nurse’s offer to look at the burn on his shoulder, retreating to the ‘room’ that Captain Cyllene had issued him. As much as he wanted to go home--he missed his family and knew they had to be worried-- he had to admit, he wasn’t going to find a studio apartment as nice as this one for the price of ‘go look at wildlife and tell us about it after’ in Palmera.

As long as no one found out about Khaji Da, this wasn’t the worst way to spend a summer.

#dammit hedgi day 2023 #See i can be nice!#i mean of course they DO find out about Khaji and it goes REAL BAD but i didn't write that part because I'm nice!#Blue Beetle #Khaji Da #Jaime Reyes #Pokemon AU

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awhoreintheory · 11 months

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Katie Holt; Status? Deceased.

TW: Major Character Death and graphic violence. Continue at your own digression.

Pidge.

14 year old Pidge.

Pidge, the child of the group.

Pidge Pidge Pidge Pidge Pidge. The girl who fought with every part of her, the girl who broke into the government for her family, a girl too smart for her age, a girl who was awkward around new people but never hesitated to help. A girl. A child.

She lay there, this child, on the cold metal floor of a random Galran ship in the middle of nowhere. A meaningless battle, worth no lives, no information, no resources. A ship on its last legs, only bots on board with simple coding. She'd — she had just been talking — she was giving Lance shit, she was barking out laughter and poking fun at him for tripping. She'd been alive. She'd been there — just behind Shiro, just fucking behind him when it happened. A sentry — not an enemy, not a general of the empire, no Zarkon, not Haggar — a sentry; a sentry who got a couple of lucky shots.

Well. One lucky shot, really. That was all it had needed.

Pidge lay there, motionless. Her body rapidly cooling, her unseeing eyes boring into Lance's, usually sparking and honey-coloured and filled with endless curiosity now dead and blank. A round hole, carved into her forehead, straight through her skull. Bloodless. The empire used plasma powered weapons. Right. Instantly cauterized words. Her eyes— eye, Lance realized belatedly, one eye, only the one — would haunt him. A shot through her left eye at an angle. An amateur shot. Bo finesse, no skill, just programming.

Pidge died to a fucking sentry.

Pidge died without seeing her dad and brother safe and alive. Pidge died before she could save them and take them home to her mom. Pidge died. Pidge died. She was dead. She was dead, in a random Galra cargo ship, in the middle of dead space. She died.

Pidge is fucking dead. She’s dead. Dead dead dead dead dead —

A shot through Hunk’s right arm, followed by a pained grunt, snaps the team out of their stupor. Right. They are in the present.

(3 seconds. That's all it took. All the time it took for Pidge to be shot through the brain, a faint spattering of the little amount of blood that managed to escape on Shiro's face and floor.)

Preoccupied by the fighting, Pidge’s body is left on the floor. No one pays full attention to their fight. Just silence. Allura and Coran's worried questioning is left unanswered and unacknowledged. They can see her heart monitor. They can see it is flat. They can put two and two together.

But denial isn’t just a human emotion. Once the last bot falls by Keith’s hand, the team — slowly, painfully, full of disbelief — makes their way to Pidge. Face pale, with a good chunk missing, body cold and growing stiff with her bayard still tightly clenched in her hand. Shiro is the first to drop down, hesitantly reaching a shaking hand to caress her pale cheek.

"...Katie?”

Of course, there’s no movement. Not even a twitch. Somewhere, Shiro knows this, but he seems incapable of stopping himself, desperate to keep trying.

“Katie. Katie, please."

Katie. Katie Holt. Her name is — was — Katie Holt. She was a 14 year old kid who would've barely been graduating from middle school had she been a normal kid. No one let their tears drop — not yet, not while in enemy territory, not while they're not safe, not while nothing felt real. Not when Katie was just a child in a war she had no part in. Not when she had been so alive just moments before. Not now. Not here.

Not her. Gods, why did it have to be her? Why was it them? Why were they chosen? Why did Pidge have to bear the consequences? Why was it always the children? Why couldn't Shiro ever protect the people he loved? Why was Shiro such a failure? Why did Shiro have to fail Sam and Matt? Why couldn't Shiro get them back to Colleen? Why was he so incompetent? He'd been right in front of her. He'd been right in front of her.

He's the leader. He's the pilot of the Black Lion. Why, as a leader, could he not even protect Pidge? Why, as a part of the universe’s only hope, had he been so powerless? Why why why why why why why why why why why why why?

"...We're heading back to the bridge. Coran, prepare a pod."

Shiro’s normally powerful voice is reduced to a quiet whisper, hoarse and barely eligible.

"Shiro —" Coran starts, hesitant.

"A pod, Coran. I said "prepare a pod." Shiro’s voice cracks.

The team stares. They stare and stare, even as Shiro gingerly slides an arm under her leg and lifts her up. She weighs barely anything. The automatic doors opens and closes without a sound.

The first to move is Lance. He jerks forward, as though he'd been yanked by an invisible force, stumbling toward the door with his hand outstretched.

"...Pidge..?"

His voice is behind a crack, it’s splintered and ripped apart and lost. It’s broken. Just so, so broken.

Fighting out of the cargo ship, Green doesn’t follow. Hunk wordlessly grabs the shut-down lion, trying to gently place her down in the hangar only for her to collapse like a marionette with the strings cut. It was only the safety of the Castle did the team finally move with some sort of urgency, somewhat grasping the situation.

Pidge is hurt. She’s hurt really bad. She’s hurt so bad... they’re sure if the pods can bring her back.

(They’re not. Of course they’re not. They’re machines, not miracle workers. What can machines do to bring back the dead?)

But they will try.

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kisatamao · 10 months

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My Main Pokemon Team

Eevee→Umbreon [Official Starter]

*Name: Yuna

*Type: Normal→Dark

*Gender: Female

*Ability: Adaptability

*Egg Moves: Curse

*Moves:

- Tackle

- Quick Attack

- Swift

- Bite

- Dig

- Shadow Ball

*Evolve:

- Shadow Ball

- Quick Attack

- Bite

- Dark Pulse

- Snarl

- Moonlight

Riolu→Lucario→Mega Lucario

*Name: Sorrel

*Type: Fighting→Fighting/Steel

*Gender: Male

*Ability: Inner Focus

*Egg Moves: Detect

*Moves:

- Vacuum Wave

- Quick Attack

- Force Palm

- Sword Dance

- Agility

- Drain Punch

*Evolve:

- Bone Rush

- Copycat

- Aura Sphere

- Dragon Pulse

Zeraora

*Name: Kamikaze

*Type: Electric

*Gender: Male

*Ability: Volt Absorb

*Egg Moves:—

*Moves:

- Rising Voltage

- Coaching

- Power Up Punch

- Spark

- Plasma Fist

- Acrobatics

Snorunt→Froslass (shiny)

*Name: Yurika

*Type: Ice→Ice/Ghost

*Gender: Female

*Ability: Inner Focus (Cursed Body)

*Egg Moves: Icicle Crash

*Moves:

- Blizzard

- Rain Dance

- Astonish

- Ice Shard

- Will-O-Wisp

- Shadow Ball

*Evolve:

- Destiny Bond

- Draining Kiss

- Aurora Veil

- Night Shade

Iron Valiant (shiny)

*Name: Paimon

*Type: Fairy/Fighting

*Gender: —

*Ability: Quark Drive

*Egg Moves:—

*Moves:

- Double Team

- Shadow Sneak

- Hypnosis

- Future Sight

- Psycho Cut

- Night Slash

- Leaf Blade

- Destiny Bond

- Sword Dance

- Electric Terrain

- Misty Terrain

- Psychic Terrain

Noibat→Noivern

*Name: Bruce

*Gender: Male

*Ability: Infiltrator

*Egg Moves: Dragon Rush

*Moves:

- Supersonic

- Wing Attack

- Hurricane

- Agility

- Shadow Claw

- Dragon Claw

*Evolve:

- Dragon Pulse

- Shadow Ball

- Draco Meteor

- Dragon Tail

- Dragon Dance

#pokemon #shiny eevee #umbreon #riolu #lucario #mega lucario #zeraora #froslass #noivern #noivern named Bruce #lmao can't help it #snorunt #noibat #iron valiant

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antihibikase-archive · 7 months

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Numeron Code AU - Plot Summary

We've temporarily named the arcs after the opening of Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal since Zexal is the main series that inspired this AU- its also why they use D - Gazers, which were introduced in Zexal.

Additionally, for reference for our mutuals; the D Gazer is the thing on their eyes (Piper's tattoo, Slater's heart-scale thing) while the duel disk is the thing attached to their arm! The D Gazer enables them to see the field (Zexal is focused on the whole hyperrealistic AR thing for the duels), while the duel disk is where they play their cards.

Keeping YGO terms and reference to a minimum here in this post for easier understanding but, here's the plot so far;

Cheren Piper is an up and coming duelist from Nuvema Town, hoping to make it big in the center of Unova, Nimbasa City- that is, if his attitude wasn't holding him back.

Those in Nimbasa's dueling scene know of Piper as a temperamental brat, and while they couldn't deny he had the skill to make it to the stars, he wasn't deserving of such blessings until he fixed his personality, one that is so unbearable that it turned all of his previous friends away from him.

Despite this, Piper aims to be the best of the best, viewing his lack of connections and support as something temporary- something that will be worth it once people realize his greatness.

However, his life changes after he meets his first and only genuine fan, and is later approached by a man in strange garbs.

Arc 1 (Masterpiece) - Piper meets Cheren Slater, a boy from Hoenn who shares his name. Despite initially keeping him around to stroke his ego, Piper finds himself growing to care for him, as Slater confides to Piper about his lack of dueling skill and the reasoning for his presence in Unova- loneliness.

Piper is later approached by a man named Ghetsis, who offers him pure strength in exchange for his cooperation in Team Plasma, having grown interested in Piper's performances in Nimbasa's dueling scene.

Piper chooses to chase his ideal, and becomes a number hunter for Team Plasma; someone that hunts rare cards known as numbers, which are said to bring out a duelist's deepest, darkest desires, and grant their wishes. In addition, to reap a number from a duelist, he has to steal their soul.

Arc 2 (Braving) - As Piper grows busier with his number hunting, he disappears from Nimbasa's tournament scene, sparking rumors. Meanwhile, he tries to keep in touch with Slater, who is convinced Piper was simply scouted by a professional dueling circuit, and supports Piper's dream by promising to wait for him always. Growing slightly jaded by the number hunting, Piper wishes to see his friend again- but is unable to come to their meeting following an emergency with Ghetsis.

Meanwhile, Slater waits at their usual meeting spot, believing that Piper will show up no matter what- he's eventually abducted by Team Plasma's sage Zinzolin, who claims he is similar to The Diviner of The Herald card, and sees him worthy to be the object of worship of the cult, The Herald's Guidance.

As Piper starts to rebel against Team Plasma, Ghetsis dangles his captured friend in front of him, and feeds Piper a lie- if he wishes to save his friend's life from the clutches of the Heralds, he must continue to seek out the numbers.

Arc 3 (Soul Driver) - Rumors about a ghost spreads online, attracting the attention of Unova's best dueling league, The Elite Four- particularly, it attracts the attention of Pro Duelist Grimsley Slater, who has been working night and day, seeking out his missing brother.

Having found escape impossible, Piper finds himself selling his soul away to Team Plasma in an attempt to collect all the numbers and to save his friend, who grows weaker with each day under the influence of the Heralds.

During one of his hunts, he encounters Grimsley, who reveals he has a number card of his own; however, Piper is unwilling to hunt him, knowing that doing so might lead to his only friend hating him. Spotting this weakness, Ghetsis attempts to exploit his attachment to Slater, dangling freedom and the illusion of control in front of him.

Not wanting to hurt anymore people and unwilling to leave his friend in the mercy of the cult, Piper starts plotting of another escape attempt.

Arc 4 (Unbreakable Heart) - A month after Piper manages to escape with Slater, he moves in with Slater at his condo in Castelia City, despite Grimsley's mixed feelings towards him. Sharing the same trauma, the two of them try to recover from what has happened to them, seeking out to enjoy dueling once more.

Piper's reappearance makes him realize that, despite his unlikable personality, those in the dueling scene were troubled by his disappearance, and he finds himself mellowing out and enjoying the feeling of being loved.

However, just as both he and Slater are starting to feel comfortable, scattered members of The Herald's Guidance emerge, claiming that Team Plasma will rise again- and they will take their Diviner once more.

Arc 5 (Dualism of Mirrors) - on edge after weeks of harassment and stalking, Piper is approached by a man named Colress, who offers him the choice of training him under his wing to become stronger. When Piper refuses, Colress mentions that in his current state, he will be unable to protect what is most important to him.

Piper slowly starts to spiral back into old habits, keeping Slater in the dark about his meetings with Colress, and once again focusing on solely strength instead of the joy of dueling. This culminates in him attempting to hunt Grimsley for his number card, which in turn, leads Grimsley to believe Piper will never change from the brat he was at the start, and kicks him out of their home.

That night, however, as he wanders through the streets of Nimbasa City, Grimsley calls Piper in a panic, claiming Slater is missing.

Arc 6 (Wonder Wings) - Piper is summoned by Colress to the Plasma Frigate. Along the way, he duels members of The Herald's Guidance as they repeat Colress' words to him- that Piper is not strong enough to protect what is most important to him. By the time he reaches the Frigate, Piper has grown colder, more unhinged, and demands to never forgive Colress- or anyone that stands beyond him, his quest for strength, and his dream.

In the midst of the duel, however, Piper realizes that Colress' deck is not only Slater's old Herald deck, but that Slater has been trapped inside The Herald of Ultimateness' armor, where he's barely conscious enough to feel what's happening to him.

Piper is initially unwilling to hurt his friend, nearing death as Colress pushes him to his limits; but upon hearing Slater's voice from resonating within the armor, Piper expresses his desire to return to their simpler days back to their first meeting.

Trusting his own instincts, Piper manages to attack Colress- and by extension, Slater.

Epilogue:

Post-Colress duel, Piper is in a slump, having his passion for dueling ripped away from him; not wanting to be in the public eye any longer, especially after he's held his friend's body in his arms, Piper attempts to run away; from both his partner and the rest of the world.

However, months after Slater's recovery, Piper hears that Grimsley is forcing him to go back to Hoenn- Piper shows himself to Grimsley to fight for Slater's right to choose, but Slater takes his challenge instead, prompting a ceremonial duel at the very place where they first met.

As they duel and attract an audience, Piper remembers the promise he made with Slater months ago, where they would protect each other and be each other's biggest supporters in a world that they felt had left them alone. Realizing Slater wants to share his burden and not to worry about him anymore, Piper manages to overcome his fear of hurting his friend, and give him a good and fair duel.

After winning the duel, Piper demands for Grimsley to listen to Slater's choice- in which Slater reveals he himself wishes to go back to Hoenn for the time being, and only pretended that Grimsley was forcing him, knowing Piper would not show up otherwise. Though Unova is his home now, Slater understands that he must learn to find his own strength just as Piper learns to open his heart to the region he once turned his back to. With a promise of reunion, Piper and Grimsley send off Slater to Hoenn.

Timeskip:

A year later, Piper is seen reconnecting with old friends and winning his first ever tournament- he had moved into the Slaters' condo awhile back, and intends on chasing his dream while he waits for Slater to return.

Numeron Code ends with Piper receiving a call from Slater, telling him he's waiting at their usual spot in Nimbasa City.

#Numeron Code #((PLOT SUMMARY THAT TOOK ME AN HOUR TO TYPE..))#((I haven't even touched upon a lot of the plots. Like N and his sisters. The rivalry. THE GLOVEEEE I AM OBSESSED ABOUT THE GLOVE))#((Ashe. I am leaving you to explain the plots I failed to cover but ESPECIALLY the glove.))#((Anyway //explodes))

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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*props my feet up on the desk*

I feel like being nice for a change~

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So just imagine with me for a second, how big a step it would be for exPlasma!Reader to move in with the twins? Cuz one of the many (manymanymaaaaany) obstacles for the soulmates was the twins being public figures with a lot to lose if they were seen associating with a former terrorist. If one tabloid got wind of Ingo and Emmet being soulmates with a criminal, there’s always the chance that half the city would disown them and the other half would pull the whole, “Oh how terrible! We’re so sorry you two have to go through something like this! You poor dears, you’re so brave!” etc, etc…

Buuuuuuuut, the twins being famous also gives them the perfect platform to try and make things better - not just for their soulmate, but for everyone else whose lives Team Plasma stole and ruined. After all, Ingo and Emmet are two-thirds of Unova’s beloved Nimbasa Trio, some of the strongest trainers in the world - if anyone could get away with saying “fuck you” to the haters, it’d be them.

Oh, you think people like Reader had any choice in the matter? That they deserve hatred because they were kidnapped and brainwashed and mentally tortured into doing Team Plasma’s bidding? No. Incorrect. They’re victims, and what they deserve is help and kindness and a chance to start over once their community service is done. And yes, this applies to all of Plasma’s abducted members. Now either go play in traffic or educate yourself, the Subway Masters are Very Disappointed™️ in you.

And no, Mister Faceless Reporter #25, the twins are not just “letting Reader stay with them out of the goodness of their hearts,” nor is Reader “a pity case” or a “publicity stunt.” No, you cannot interview them, leave Reader alone, they’ve been through enough (and also the twins aren’t their keepers, that’s gross.) No, the twins don’t care if this means people might start “boycotting the battle lines,” but dragons help anyone who tries to start something in Gear Station because you will be immediately kicked out and banned for life.

And hell, even if Reader isn’t living with them during all of this, just to have the boys publicly stand up for them, regardless of the potential backlash, would be massive. Ingo and Emmet stand to lose more than Reader does by doing this - their reputations, their careers, so much. And for them to go, “yeah nooooo, not hiding this anymore, done putting our image before our soulmate, thanks,” would be one hell of a way to start proving they really do plan on making that second chance Reader gave them count.

(Ultimately, I think the grand majority of Nimbasa would be on their side, so everything would turn out okay, but it’d still be nerve wracking for a hot minute there.)

~Spark💥

hhhhh

maybe the reader says, ok. ok, fine. i'll stay, i won't run from you, but i dunno about anything more than. . . being civil.

and the twins RUN WITH IT

they make sure that whenever they see the reader, they're so sweet. they say their greetings, give them little gifts, bring out their pokemon for the reader to pet if they choose. they don't care who sees, but arceus bless the bastard that tries to approach and say something bad about you to them

"you're aware that is a former team plasma member, right?"

"you don't have to put up with them because they're your soulmate!"

"i can't believe you two would associate with a criminal!"

ingo is better with words, but emmet is happy to step up and be blunt, to the point. don't talk about them like that. you don't know them, what their life was, so you have no right to judge and belittle someone trying to start their life over and start it right. if it bothers you that much, leave, and let them enjoy what little time the reader is comfortable spending with them

slowly, maybe things get better. the reader joins them in trips to the park, where their pokemon are out and playing, eager to get to know this new friend. and the reader reminiscences about their own pokemon, about their life, listening to the twins do the same.

the barest touching of the tips of fingers becomes intertwined pinkies before a goodbye. polite nods and hellos turn into small waves and smaller smiles. casual small talk turns into deeper conversations littered with bits of banter.

and the twins eat it up, revel in what little they get of it. this is the second chance they both wanted for so long; they'll be damned if they waste it.

they'll do anything to earn another little smile or a quiet giggle from you. they go home every night after seeing you and just gush to one another about how you did this or that. you smiled at them! you laughed at their joke! you made baby talk to their pokemon and didn't care if they heard you! you held their hand and squeezed it before going home!!!!

they're desperately in love, and so, so, so grateful to have you back in their lives after their horrible screw up from before

no nosy reporter is going to ruin it for them. and if someone obnoxious shatters your progress, scaring you back into the closed off person you were?

the twins have no mercy and new overpowered pokemon to play with.

but they have endless patience for you, especially now that they've caught of glimpse of what the future could be

~Renee

#zangoose soulmate au #kinda? ye

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nobotderiz · 6 months

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Cohortisposit

youtube

You can read this data stream if you want. From there to you eyes, then in your head. Something will come out; a dream, an idea...

Watching movies gives you ideas for more, yes or no?

The world is past a hump, rate of changes will increase. All is in the measure. Be comforted in knowing that a machine will be able to spew a report to let you know the end date for real. The end one thing at a time. During WW2, a metal was mined to exhaustion, no more...

'Black holes' are not that black eh.

'Like a Virus.. Yeee! Touched for the very first time…'

It's real easy to emit an imprint. Where is my lunch eh?

'... Crumbs...'

Ladies, just hook 'Colossus' on the 'p's

Ladies figured out the depth of the heavens. Then a bloke showed up and took credit.

At the beginning was a feeder mechanism. It had to be or you would not.

Variable one was a decaying, then there was light. What could have caused that? A division.

At sum point, the future is there.

'Figure it out and it will spark.'

'Ouch ayoyedonc'. Looks like the Donald is like a kid too old to be put into a pen but still needs it.

After the darkslide comes a newslide.

It can always be more explicit.

It's a bad habit being snooped at the executive level eh, good thing they don't do much up there.

The issue is that no one can talk to them as equals. Hierarchy dictates, at sum point. I had a boss once who asked me 'Who should I fire in this company', I could not reply honestly.

youtube

What is real freedom. It's gonna be from you. One to, to one.

It's going to go fast way sooner than you figure.

#Youtube #Ordinatall #PostByHIB

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ecruteak-city · 2 years

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54 from the "sensory prompts" list, emmet + the redeemed team plasma members from driftviel city

Adamant Nature

Rating: G Word Count: 2,938 Prompt: The moment when reality starts to make sense again (It is not very obvious in the fic sorry. I hope the general vibe works though) Read on AO3: here

I loved this prompt a lot so I got kind of carried away haha. Note that this fic does contain minor references to Ingo being gone, but angst is not the focus. Happy (slightly late) anniversary to pokemon BW2 also :D

I am still taking prompt requests! More info here (on one of my other sideblogs).

XXX

Emmet gave the ornate door three sharp knocks. Moments later, a strangely uniformed young man opened up. He looked like he was on his way to a renaissance fair, but so had all of the Team Plasma members two years ago.

Emmet had been fortunate enough to avoid them back then. He only recognized the uniform from Elesa’s descriptions. She had said their hoods had made them look like Elgyem. She had been right.

“S-subway Boss Emmet!” The young man looked ready to shake out of his uniform.

“I am Emmet.” Emmet smiled. This didn’t appear to have the calming effect he’d hoped for.

“We’re not doing anything wrong, I swear! Clay g-gave us permission to use this building, and—”

“It is alright, Mason.”

The door opened wider, revealing an old man with wide brown robes and a fluffy mustache. Like a Herdier’s.

“I requested his assistance.” Herdier-man stepped closer, replacing the nervous young man. “Thank you for coming, Subway Boss Emmet.”

Of course he had come. There was a pokémon here that he could help. There had been no alternative course.

“My name is Rood. If you will come inside, the Galvantula I described in my letter is right through here. Mason has been taking good care of it.”

It. These former Team Plasma members didn’t even know if the Galvantula was male or female. Clearly they needed Emmet’s help.

“I—I’ve been trying my best, sir.” Mason—nervous-Elgyem-man—raised his hands awkwardly in front of his chest, as if beginning some kind of salute, before his arms snapped back to his sides.

“If you will excuse me, I must finish sorting through the letters we’ve received. I hope that some will be from trainers looking to reclaim their pokémon,” Rood said. “Mason, please assist the Subway Boss with anything he might need.”

“W-what? But I—” Mason bit his lip and glanced at Emmet, his eyes wide. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

Rood gave him a pat on the head before sweeping out of the foyer.

Emmet scanned the room in his absence, noting the variety of pokémon playing and eating, equal in number to the former Plasma members entertaining them. From the scratches, scorch marks, and slime trails on the hardwood floor and walls, these pokémon must rarely spend time in their pokéballs. They seemed happy, though. The Unfezant perched on the chandelier could have easily flown out the door if she wasn’t.

This house was full of good people. Emmet had to remember that. They were trying their best to get these passengers to their home stations. If their efforts hadn’t produced results yet—they would.

They would.

“Um… mister Subway Boss?”

Emmet snapped to attention, pulling his train of thought back on track.

“I am Emmet. I am listening.”

“Emmet,” Mason repeated. One hand fiddled with the front of his frock. “Sorry. Um, Galvantula is this way.”

Emmet nodded and followed. Mason walked quickly, which was a relief. It meant Emmet could walk at his normal pace without stepping on the young man’s heels.

After a few turns in the hallway, Mason opened a door into what looked like a bedroom—if the bed had been removed and replaced with a tangle of sparking webs. In the web’s center, a Galvantula rested, its six eyes twinkling like sapphires in the darkness.

“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?” Mason cooed, and the pokémon perked up.

“She is beautiful,” Emmet said, careful to keep his steps light and not approach the pokémon too quickly. “Rood was right. You have been taking good care of her.”

“Her?” Mason’s head tilted. “How can you tell she’s a girl?”

“The pedipalps are smaller and thinner for females than males.” Emmet pointed towards the appendages attached to Galvantula’s face.

“Oh. Huh. I guess you would have to know, breeding them and all.”

“I would. Yup.” Emmet smiled.

The Galvantula didn’t cringe as Emmet brushed the edge of her web. That was a good sign—she was accustomed to humans. Unlikely to have a timid nature. If Emmet could identify her nature, he would be one step closer to learning what sort of trainer she belonged to.

“Please give me her pokéball,” Emmet said to Mason, who startled.

“Huh? I—I can’t do that.”

Emmet’s smile wavered. Maybe Mason had misunderstood.

“I am serious. Her pokéball will help me identify her trainer.”

Mason shook his head. “I’m serious too. I can’t. She doesn’t have one. All the pokémon here—they’ve been released already. We thought that would let them go home if they wanted, but they didn’t know where to go. They’re so far from home.”

So far from home. Unable to return, no matter how much they wanted to.

Emmet’s chest hurt.

“I see. This makes my task more difficult. But not impossible.”

Pokéballs carried the history between pokémon and trainers. Each scratch and scuff was a sign of time treasured together. The type of ball could be a clue as to if the pokémon had been bred or caught in the wild—especially if this Galvantula was a descendant of Emmet’s own. He could have seen the trainer ID and lot number registered on the pokéball and estimated when he had given her away.

He was growing confident that this Galvantula had once been one of his Joltik. She had crept close and nuzzled his hand, trying to remove his glove with her pedipalps. His Joltik knew that when his gloves were off, it was time to eat—because if he didn’t remove his gloves first, they built up too much static electricity that the tiny Pokémon would try to feed off of. The discharge could give him and the Joltik both a nasty shock.

Emmet chuckled and removed his gloves, then took a tupperware full of berries from inside his coat. He sat down cross-legged at the edge of her web.

“Let’s see. Which flavor would you like?”

He picked out several varieties—Spelon, Durin, Watmel, Pamtre, Belue. Rare flavors in Unova, but Emmet had contacts in Hoenn. Berry farmers there were happy to trade him some of their fruit in exchange for pest-eating Joltik.

The Galvantula brushed her pedipalps over the fruits, sniffing them carefully before sinking her chelicerae into the Spelon berry. The berry swelled for a moment before the pokémon drained it of its juices.

“You prefer spicy food?” Emmet put the other berries back in their container and scratched Galvantula’s head. “Then you are hardy, lonely, adamant, naughty, or brave.”

She chirred brightly, her eyes blinking in a wave.

“Not naughty, nope. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” Emmet grinned.

She tucked her legs under her and rested her head in his lap.

“You can tell her nature… just from the kind of berry she ate?” Mason frowned. “Are you some kind of psychic?”

“Ha, that’s funny. No. This is a common method breeders use. Especially those breeding for competitive pokémon. Natures are verrrry important to a pokémon’s stats. Pokémon who like spicy foods usually have a temperament that increases attack. Like my Galvantula, who is adamant.”

“Huh.” Mason nodded slowly. “That’s weird, but cool. You know a lot about pokémon, Emmet.”

“I am Emmet. I am serious about breeding and training my pokémon to win double battles. I know what I need to reach my destination.”

For some reason, Mason grimaced.

“I was wondering about that… I mean, you’re a trainer. A really good trainer, according to like, everyone.”

“I am a Subway Boss.” Emmet nodded. “I do my best to give my passengers exciting battles.”

“Right. But isn’t that using your pokémon as tools?” Mason wrung his hands together. “Sorry. I’m not trying to judge you. I know I’m the last person who should be questioning anyone, after what I’ve done. I just want to understand.”

Emmet pet the Galvantula in his lap as he considered the question. This wasn’t something anyone had asked him before. He enjoyed battles. His pokémon enjoyed battles. That was what mattered.

But Mason was not a trainer. That answer would not satisfy him.

“I could not do my job without my pokémon,” Emmet said. “While I conduct the battle, they are the engine, pulling us towards our destination. I choose the track. They choose whether or not to follow, and they choose the speed of our journey.”

Mason’s brow furrowed.

“Sorry. You’ve lost me.” He scratched the back of his head, and a lock of brown hair escaped from his hood.

“Hmm. You do not understand pokémon. You do not understand trains.”

Emmet clapped and jumped to his feet, accidentally startling the Galvantula.

“Ah. Sorry about that.” He grinned at her. “I just had an idea. Would you like to battle?”

“What? Nonono, I don’t fight.” Mason waved his hands.

“I wasn’t asking you. I was asking her.” He dipped his head towards the pokémon. “It is up to you. I have a Galvantula as well. Her name is Battery. You might like her.”

You might be her sister, he didn’t say.

The Galvantula chirred, rising onto her hind legs for a moment. Emmet grinned.

“Perfect! Then follow the rules. Safe driving!”

He unclipped two pokéballs from his belt before remembering that he couldn’t have a double battle with only one opponent. That was disappointing. But he was used to covering the Single Train now. He would be fine.

He returned his Archeops Angelo to his belt and sent out Battery.

“You’re not really going to—”

“This will allow me to observe her moves,” Emmet said. “That is important to finding her trainer. If she had a pokéball, I would be able to read her moves and stats from there. But I don’t.”

“Okay, okay. Just… don’t hurt her, alright?”

Emmet softened a little. Mason may not be a trainer, but he had been caring for this pokémon for some time.

“I will follow the rules and check safety.” Emmet nodded. “Will you direct your friend?”

“My…?”

“This Galvantula. She is your friend. You care for her.”

Mason looked surprised, though Emmet didn’t know why.

“...Yeah. Yeah, she’s my friend.” He nodded more confidently. His lone curl of brown hair bounced up and down.

“Perfect! Then you will conduct her to victory, or to defeat! All aboard!” Emmet pointed, his focus narrowing to the two Galvantula in front of him. “Battery, use Thunder Wave!”

“But I don’t even know—ack!” Mason jumped back, even though he was nowhere near the tiny shock of electricity. “Galvantula, um, uh, dodge it!”

Luckily, the Galvantula had known to dodge before Mason had said anything. Clearly it had some experience battling in the past.

“Okay. Now it’s your turn,” Emmet said. “You can try some of the moves Galvantula might know. Electroweb, Signal Beam, Screech, Agility, X-Scissor, Cross Poison. These are some options.”

Battery knew X-Scissor and Cross Poison, along with Wild Charge and of course, Thunder Wave. If the other Galvantula had hatched from one of Emmet’s eggs, she might know Cross Poison. It had taken him some time to pass down the egg move from an Ariados father.

“C-cross Poison?” Mason repeated timidly. That was a nature that would lower his attack. He was fortunate that the battle would be determined by the pokémon’s stats, and not the trainer’s.

The Galvantula reared up on its hind legs, its forelimbs dripping venom.

Emmet gave a series of sharp whistles, and Battery dodged left, clinging to the ancient wallpaper. The poisonous strike tore an X in the middle of the rug. This place was not battle-proofed like the subway, but Emmet was too delighted to care.

“So you are one of mine. Perfect! This will be an exciting battle!”

“I think I’m feeling more nauseous than excited…”

“Ah. Stand clear of the poison spray. It feels verrrrry unpleasant, yup.”

Blanching, Mason retreated further into the corner, where he stuck to a few stray webs.

Emmet called out more moves, with Mason mirroring each attack turn for turn. A respectable strategy for someone with no battling experience. It at least let Emmet see which moves the Galvantula knew: Cross Poison, Sucker Punch, Thunderbolt, and Return. A strange combination—why Thunderbolt instead of Wild Charge, if it had an attack-boosting nature? Galvantula already had exceptional speed stats, so why pick Sucker Punch over a bug-type move? There were plenty of dark types in Unova that could make better use of a STAB attack.

As they battled, Emmet put together a profile for the Galvantula’s original trainer. They were someone Emmet had entrusted with one of his Joltik. A trainer with such bizarre choice in moves was unlikely to have bred an adamant-natured Cross Poison Joltik on their own. They had trained this Galvantula to at least level forty-six, as evidenced by Sucker Punch. They owned a Thunderbolt technical machine and a Return technical machine. Return could be bought in the Nimbasa City Pokémon Center, so the trainer had likely visited the city at least once.

That profile could still fit a large number of trainers. Emmet had bred more Joltik than he knew what to do with, and he didn’t have a great memory for names or faces. Still, with this information he could make a missing pokémon poster for the Gear Station bulletin board. Surely that would be more effective than sending out individual letters like Rood seemed to be doing.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Mason stomped his foot, and the two Galvantula froze. Battery still sparked from the recoil of her last Wild Charge.

“The match is not over.” Emmet smiled in confusion. “Are you requesting an unauthorized stop?”

“I don’t know what that means,” Mason huffed, “but this Galvantula isn’t going to beat yours, and I’m not about to let you knock her out. So—so yeah, the match is over.”

Mason glared with a fire that Emmet was surprised to see from him. Maybe he wasn’t timid-natured after all. ‘Careful’ might be a better fit.

Emmet could respect that. Safety was verrrry important.

“Then we will pause our course. Great job, Battery!”

She leapt into his arms for a victory treat—one Occa berry—before he recalled her into her pokéball.

“G-good.” Mason nodded, looking shaky again. “Did you… did you figure out whatever you needed to? To get Galvantula back to her trainer?”

“Yup! I will post a notice in Gear Station as soon as I return. From what I learned, I believe her trainer is likely to pass through there.”

“Great.” Mason heaved a sigh of relief and scratched Galvantula’s head when she rubbed against his legs. “I mean, I’ll miss you, little buddy—uh, girl. But you… you looked like you were having fun battling. You had more energy than I’ve seen in weeks. I can’t… I can’t be the kind of trainer you deserve.”

Galvantula’s head tilted, blinking up at him slowly.

“Besides, you miss your old trainer, right? Whoever they are… they’re lucky to have you.” Mason smiled.

Emmet couldn’t help smiling too.

“You don’t have to be a trainer to love pokémon,” he said. “You don’t have to know about natures, or stats, or moves. There are pokémon who prefer not to battle. There are people who prefer not to battle. Every combination of pokémon and people is different.”

Mason looked up at him curiously.

“Really? Everyone I knew before Team Plasma was… well, they were like you. I guess that’s ‘cause I grew up near Victory Road, where everyone wanted to be the best. To win.” Mason frowned, looking away. “But when someone wins, someone has to lose, right?”

“That’s real. No one wants to lose.” Emmet nodded.

He had lost plenty of battles—mostly to his brother.

He had not lost a battle in a long time.

“I do not know you, Mason,” he said. “I do not know what ideals you hold. But you care about pokémon. So I would like to help you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card.

“If you are in Mistralton or Nimbasa, leave me a message. I have a Joltik that will fit your nature like a glove.” Emmet smiled and pulled back on his own gloves, which he’d left next to Galvantula’s web. “In the meantime, thank you for battling with me! I had fun!”

Mason held the business card to his chest. “Y-you did? Even though I sucked?”

Emmet let out a barking laugh.

“You did not ‘suck.’ You were learning! I am not a good teacher, but you did your best. That’s real.”

Mason gave a wavering smile.

“Th-thanks, mister Emmet. And—thanks for trusting me with one of your Joltik. That really means a lot.” His eyes started to water.

Oh no. Had Emmet made him cry? It was best to be off before he said anything that might make things worse.

Emmet tipped his hat, smiling as wide as seemed appropriate. He couldn’t help saying one more thing, though.

“I meant it. You are a good person, Mason.”

Emmet strode from the room, arms swinging with his quick pace. He passed more stranded pokémon on his way out: Trubbish, Vanillite, Pawniard, Shelmet. Though he didn’t have as much experience with any of those pokémon, he wondered if he could come back and help place them. At least he could record their natures and movesets, which would help their trainers identify them. He could post detailed notices in Gear Station. There were things he could do.

He took a deep breath of the crisp Driftveil air and rubbed his thumb over Chandelure’s pokéball.

He hoped that wherever Ingo was, someone was helping him find his way home, too.

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