#GOD THIS IS JUST. AUUGGGH

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GOD i need to talk abt my fwb. ITS THE FUCKING JEVIL PLUSH FROM DELTARUNE. hes just so amazing. i feel sooo bad bc one of his seams may have gotten sort of damaged (can't rlly tell) hes amazing i bring him everywhere. i can get away w/ giving him a quick kiss in public bc im visibly autistic (headdphones lol) auugggh i love him sm. hes so cuteeeeee

🩻🪬 anon

Awwee I'm so glad you're so close to him! It's nice you can give him little kisses in public ^^ I'm sprry one of his seams might be damaged, that sounds distressing!

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Amby’s favorite GL moments, part one.

In the weeks running up to the end of the fic, I figured I’d take an opportunity to share some of the parts I most enjoyed writing. And this’ll give a way for people who only follow the blog to sample some of my writing beyond the asks I answer.

This first part’s from Chapter 2. These days, it’s a bit rough around the edges compared to what I write, but at the time I had fun with this. For context, Shane left the human world — our world, where pokémon are fictional — in 2015, before Gen VII existed. So, I enjoyed giving him a crash course in regional variants. :3

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"Auugggh! Pleeechff… gwwwaaaaf!" Shane coughed up sand. He ran his tongue across the insides of his cheeks, and nearly gagged. "Dang it! Why can't I make an attack? Where's the fire?" He jumped to his feet and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "Come on, stupid, girly Vulpix body. Flame on! Torch 'em! Get all fired up! Fire in the hole!" He clenched a forepaw. "Why isn't any of this working? Ugh, this is why I wanted to be a Riolu!" "Kweh heh heh! Your friend Snowy's a few berries short of a bush, toots," Sneasel cackled, rubbing his claws together. "All the better for easy pickings." Shane shot Tessa a panicked look. "Riolu. Why can't I use Ember? I'm a Vulpix, right?" "I'm… a bit busy… OOF!" Tessa and Jangmo-o collided with one another mid-charge. They bounced back in opposite directions. Sneasel doubled over in laughter. "A Vulpix using Ember? What rocks are rattling around in your brain, Snowy? You're half a world off in your thinking." He disappeared into the shadows again, and then struck Shane from behind. Shane whimpered as he skidded across the sand. Dusty streaks formed across his pristine, white coat. "Get a load of this clown, Jangmo-o. He really thinks he's like them orange Vulpixes across the ocean. What a riot!" Sneasel taunted. "You idiot," Tessa shouted from ahead of him, "Why would you even suggest trying to fight these guys if you don't even know how to use your own moves?" "Well, I… I thought I could just use Ember. It's the low-level fire-type move. That's how it works when a Pokémon starts out battling, right?" Shane groaned, trying to lumber to his feet. Tessa ducked a lunging Jangmo-o and whirled on Shane. "Fire-type? Have you completely lost your mind? You're an ice-type, you ditz! How could you not have known that? Look at your fur color!" "Wait, what?" Shane's jaw dropped. "Is that your idea of witty battling banter? It needs serious work!" Tessa glared at him. "For the love of... does it look like I'm joking to you?" Shane's eyes widened. "No way! An ice-type Vulpix? What sort of messed up universe is this, huh?" "The one that's gonna be your end, Snowy! Kweh heh heh heh!" Shane yipped in fright and tunneled into the sand. Sneasel emerged from the shadows, but sailed right over him. Shane popped his brown, sand-covered head up. 'An ice-type? Then I should know an ice-type move, right?' he figured. 'Okay, Shane, make or break time. You've just gotta think cold. Ice cubes. Popsicles. The freezer aisle at the old grocery store with those god-awful pizzas. My bedroom during the winter because running the heat's too expensive. Aha!' A chill ran across Shane's fur and numbness spread down his limbs. He opened his mouth and a flurry of snowflakes rushed out. Sneasel flinched and threw his claws over his face. "Holy Karp! I am an ice-type," Shane gasped. "Are you kidding me? This is terrible! Ice is, like, the most garbage-tier of all the types. I'd have even taken poison over this. What, did I piss this world's Arceus off or something? I definitely didn't ask to have my Pokémon life set to 'hard mode!'" "Finally realized the obvious, did we?" Sneasel wiped frost from his brow. "Well, it ain't gonna make no difference. I can withstand Powder Snows all night. Kweh heh heh!" A lightbulb went off in Shane's head. "Riolu!" he shouted, sprinting away from Sneasel. "Not… nnngh… now!" Tessa grunted, trading blows with Jangmo-o once again. A short gust of snowy air raced past her shoulder and struck Jangmo-o. He gave a cry of pain as frost covered up his right flank. "We're switching targets," Shane instructed. "Right, because your other ideas have worked out great so far," Tessa protested. Shane grabbed Tessa's shoulders with his forepaws and spun her around. Sneasel charged the duo down, brandishing his claws. "Go for it, champ. I believe in you," Shane said, shoving Tessa forward. He spun around to face the dazed Jangmo-o. "Nuh-not c-c-c-c-cool," Jangmo-o said, tiny fangs chattering in his mouth. "Oh, wait! Time out!" Shane held up a forepaw. "That's a perfect setup for my first heroic one-liner. Ahem…" He straightened himself up. "On the contrary, you ugly little Cranidos wannabe. It's very cool!" he proclaimed. He gave Jangmo-o a cheeky grin. "Eh? Eh? What'd you think? Pretty good, huh?" Jangmo-o looked at Shane in disbelief. "Bah, everyone's a critic," Shane grumbled, and then released another flurry of snowflakes.