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(( 👀So hey....I know it’s been like 84 years, but this blog might be coming back.  Back again--))

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As far as Pokemon go; Archie’s Mightyena is his oldest and most loyal follower.  He’s a fair bit smaller than the normal ones found about Hoenn, and has far less of the shaggy mane commonly seen.  He’s also fiercely territorial when it comes to his owner, and won’t hesitate so snap his jaws at anybody that comes too close.

(Archie named him Hotspur because he loves using Fire Fang on things that should not be set on fire.  Like his bed.  And his shoes.  And his underwear.)

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((Hey.  Hey guess who’s around and partially alive.  Yeah that’s me.  (Emphasis on the partially bit.)  Life in general has finally seemed to calm down for me, and I think it’s time I get to fully reviving this blog.  Like, legit reviving.  All threads/drafts/asks have been nuked for my own sanity (minus stuff I got going with @pyroclassist), and I’m working on getting my theme and info back up to snuff.

Feel free to shoot me some asks/starters, I could use some mental prodding so I can get back to stinking up the place with the smell of fish dad.  Glad to be back though!))

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In his hand, there are two letters. "I'm resigning."

“.........what the hell are ye talkin’ about?”

The confusion was utterly apparent in Archie’s eyes, even going to far as to pulling off his bandana.  His fingers swept through unruly and matted hair, using the motion to try and see if it would spur the hidden reason for this.  Matt, his admin and one of his most trusted friends....leaving?

“Look, bro, if something happened, I can help.  There’s no need to leave, just lemme know--”

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Commission for Marty~

A very Shelgon desktop :’D

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“B-b-b-big boy?”  Archie wasn’t sure if the quick burst of color against his tanned face was due to the sizable amount of alcohol he had drank, or the words coming out of Maxie’s mouth.  There was a part of him that hoped Maxie didn’t notice his shortness of breath.  Or his lack of coherent speech.

“I....I mean I....you see, uh..........”  All of Archie’s focus was on the solid hand resting on his chest, and the even more solid body clinging to his side.  He was watching Maxie speak alright, but there came a point where no sound reached his ears.  His gaze was properly focused on his friend’s face.

His glasses, falling a bit down his nose.  The warmth of his cheeks only helping to bring out the color of his eyes and hair.  That smile.  Oh, that smile.

He wanted to kiss it.

“Maxie, I.  I don’t wanna be askin’ a girl out.  Because I like travelin’ with ya.  Yer my best friend, and I don’t want all this”, he spoke, while his hand motioned to the quiet nighttime before them, “to end.  Not fer a long time.  I don’t know if it’s the drink ‘o what, but...I’m happy.  Just the two of us, yannno?”  

“My ass. Myyyy ass, Archie.” He didn’t hold back his laugh, a chuckle raising in his throat as he leaned against the other, much more drunk than he’d like to admit. Then again, it was his first time, and he couldn’t compare to any other experience. His chest felt warm, his head was light, and the presence by his side was comfortable and provided warmth. It was all he had to worry about.

Not that he was in a state to worry about anything. He wasn’t even in a state to think too much into things.

“Now you listen t’me, big boy, ‘cause I won’t repeat it.” He scooted closer, putting an arm around the other and pulling him close. His other hand rested on Archie’s chest, pointer and middle finger making it as if it was a small man climbing up his pecs in small steps.

“I am most certain that if y'ask any girl we come across t’go out for. Uh. Say, ice cream. Ice cream’s good. She’d say yes right away. And then she’d–” He hung onto Archie’s arm, fingers now climbing up his shoulder. “She’d cling t’ya like thissss– and she’d laugh at all yer dumb jokes (oh hahaha Archie ya’re sooooooo funny), because man she’s lucky t’be goin’ out with that hot guy, might as well try t’keep him–”

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Watercolor commission for @magicalzombie / @saltydogarchie who wanted a companion piece to this one! Archie is so handsome and Finetec gold watercolors are a blessing they are perfect and I love them

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are you a mew or mewtwo person? lugia or ho-oh? groudon or kyogre? dialga or palkia? reshiram or zekrom? xerneas or yveltal? solgaleo or lunaala?

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“Aye, ye’d be right on that.  Had a shipment o’ crabs come in from the local fishermen, so we were makin’ sure they would head out before sunup.  Guess with that I should also apologize for the smell, yeah?”  Archie’s eyes were utterly caught up in gazing at Maxie, as if it were both the first and last time he had seen them.  

He smiled, broad and toothy as he always did, before coming to sit down in the chair next to Maxie.  Of course, he didn’t sit too close to him, fearing that the scent of the wharf would be enough to make him run.  Archie was quiet for a few moments after that, fearing a negative response as he worked his hands through his hair.  At least giving a bit of life to the dark strands would give him a bit more points in the long run.

“Glad though I didn’t keep ya waiting.  After this afternoon, it just felt...”  Archie felt himself shut down again, thinking back to the strange event that may have forever changed his life.  He licked his lips, finding them dryer than they had been a moment ago, and completely dropped the subject.

“To be honest with ya, I wouldn’t mind a cup ‘o coffee.  Just black is fine, don’t wanna bother ya too much, yanno?”  The man settled a bit further into his chair, thoroughly exhausted both physically and mentally from the day he just had.  And to be honest, a bit of a break and a cup of joe would do him wonders.

“Ya sure ye haven’t been here too long, Maxie?  Don’t want ya pullin’ my chain, ye can be honest with me I promise.”  And he smiled.  That sweet, broad smile that could melt even the toughest of hearts.  Yeah.  He wouldn’t mind at all.  

Maxie wasn’t a man who would click his pen forever and ever while waiting for someone. Despite all the stress and the anticipation that suddenly built up, he sat comfortably into his seat, sinking into it as he pulled out a pile of the papers his students had to hand in for that class. Pen in hand, he let the tip hover an inch off the sheets, putting his energy into correcting homework instead of stressing over an encounter nothing had prepared him to.

The memories still felt so clear, so vivid – weird and alien as they were, they felt even more real than what he had been living for the last couple years. Creatures he could identify by species with strange abilities, some of them sharing the same name as his current pet dogs. Interns working under him sharing the same name as those he reflexively called ‘admins’. Diverse locations and ideals he could still feel ghosts of, even if they were in a slightly more moderate way. It was strange, yet he couldn’t help but feel like it had to be all true. And Archie – the name came easily, the man’s features burned into his mind as if he had always known it… Archie seemed to remember those, too. It couldn’t be a coincidence, even if a science-oriented mind such as his couldn’t find an explanation for what had happened.

All he knew was what the memories gave him, and how his name brought bittersweet thoughts to the surface, along with a strange kind of sorrow. And yet he– He had pressed his lips on this man’s, even if they had technically met each other less than a couple hours ago. Although it did feel like a lifetime.

The professor bit on the end of his pen, a bad habit he seemed to always have – even in that past life. It replaced the cigarette at the corner of his lips, or at least would until he’d walk outside to have a smoke. The pen came back to the sheet, leaving an orange trail as he circled a poorly worded sentence – he had been told red often discouraged people, that it was too stark. So orange it was.

He almost left a strike on the sheet as he jumped at the other’s voice, closer than what he expected – earlier, too. He hadn’t heard Archie coming in, buried in his work as always. There was hesitation. Should he stand up? Shake his hand? Give him a hug and a pat on the back? They had exchanged a short kiss earlier, but it had been a spur of the moment thing. Was there a way to greet Archie that wouldn’t be seen as either too aloof or too touchy?

“Not a problem.” He caught himself smiling, remaining seated in the small armchair as he gave a casual wave. As if it was natural, and he was sinking into a comfortable habit – a comfortable habit he never had before around someone he didn’t exactly know. Although he did. He did know him.

“I finished later than usual myself. I guess you just finished work?” Papers shuffled softly as he put them back into a pile, capped pen on top of it. “Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, perhaps?”

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illus. Akira Komayama “Stunfisk” from Legendary Treasures

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“What, come hang out with me?”  Archie was looking on the dumbfounded side of things, his brain not quite being able to process the thought.  This was one of those you were supposed to spend with your family, right?  Hang out, throw some food on the grill, get drunk and tell stories about your weird estranged uncle.  So for Matt to pass that up, it was...odd.

Still, Archie eyed the bags a bit more than he originally had planned to.  If there was whiskey, then Matt wouldn’t mind.  That was okay, right?

“Are ye sure ye really wanna be spendin’ yer day with me?  It’s nice ‘an sunny out, shouldn’t ye be there instead?  I gotta admit bro, I ain’t gonna be the best ‘o company right now, that’s fer sure.”

Not only was Archie actually inside even though the sign had said that he had gone fishing, but he was even trying to make Matt head off to do his own thing for the day which was a small red flag to the Admin.

“I’m here to hang out with the bro whom I love so much, that’s what!”

Matt’s grin was a mile wide as he stood there with the bags in hand, but his blue eyed gaze didn’t move along - only stayed settled on the slightly shorter man in front of him. “Nah - I’m sure my family will understand! Forget about them. I enjoy myself the most when I’m with you, okay? Besides, if you’re a salty fish, then so am I.”

Birds of a feather flocked together after all.

Raising the bags, he shook them a little for emphasize before arching a brow.

“I even brought whiskey and dark chocolate too since they taste good together. Can I come in and join you?” They could ‘fish’ together.

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Archie hadn’t even gotten through to the cork when he heard the knocks at the door.  They sounded....heavy.  That meant only one of two things.  Either the grunts were chucking watermelons at his door, or this was one of his admin coming to visit.  (And while he couldn’t rule out the first one, it was most certainly the second.)

With a groan, Archie made a hasty attempt to push the bottle to the side, if only to hide it from the view of the door.  Getting up from his couch, the boss hesitated, and then opened the door to meet his admin.  Gonna just smile, and then shoo him along.  Should do the trick to day well enough.

“Oi, Matt!  What are ye doin’ out here?  Thought ye’d be takin’ a bit ‘o shore leave or somethin’ fer today, yeah?  Ye should be enjoyin’ yerself, not botherin’ a piece ‘o salty fish like meself!”

Now, no, Matt hadn’t noticed Archie slipping into his room, but he had planned to spend Father’s Day with the brunet for the simply fact that he never had been really open about his parents in general - not just about one or the other. That wasn’t truly a cause for alarm since just because you didn’t talk about your parents didn’t mean you didn’t have a good relationship with them. 

Archie… His bro Archie might just be different though…

Walking down the hall, Matt had two bags in hand, but when he spotted the ‘Gone Fishing’ sign, he raised his fist and knocked slowly.

Once. Twice. Then he waited.

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petitexpoppy replied to your post:magma-odor-sleuth replied to your post:Ahhh,...

// what if they just make a trash can dad club. bo would join

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magma-odor-sleuth replied to your post:Ahhh, father’s day.  For some, it was a day to...

// daw archie;; adri will celebrate fish dad bc his real dad is a literal trash can

(( Hhhhh him and Adri can both sit around with their trash can dads and instead focus on the important things in life.  Like rocks with noses and stunfisks.  ;v; ))

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Ahhh, father’s day.  For some, it was a day to celebrate all the great times one has had with the person they call dad.  And for others?  

Well, let’s just say it’s a day best spent moping about with a bottle of whiskey saved for that occasion.  Oh no, the Aqua leader didn’t have daddy issues.  No way.  Archie was just not the most vocal about his parents.  Besides, being a sort of father-figure to so many of the grunts helped to dispel any sort of negative thoughts to the role.

Still, the pirate hovers in front of his door, piece of paper in hand and a scrap of tape on the other.  Archie hesitates, before hastily slapping the ‘Gone Fishing’ sign on his door, and slips inside before anybody notices.

Now, were did he put that bottle--

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lionfanged replied to your post:((sOMEONE PLEASE RELEASE ME FROM THE RADIATION...

would u like 2 join me in zelda hell instead

((yes this is good i need to stop gushing over robot detective husbands okay))