#It's just a normal tuesday in the pokemon world

[aura951]

Mina's trail in pokemon ultra sun & moon is so funny because yeah, you just saved Alola by beating a possesed legendary pokemon! Time to collect flower petals like nothing ever happened!

[knine-nights-loves-ac]

This started as an ask I was gonna send to @teecupangel but then it got like seven paragraphs long and I decided fuck it I’m just gonna make it a post and @ teecup. So here goes!

Another Pokémon!Desmond idea (ps: this got long, tldr; shiny Goomy uncatchable Des)

So to set the stage, AC universe happens as normal but, in the AC universe, pokemon as a franchise doesn’t exist. Just not a thing at all. So, starting off Desmond (who doesn’t know what Pokémon is) dies because of the Eye and poofs into a new universe as he does every other Tuesday.

Now, flash to a Pokémon region. I’m biased so I’ll say Kalos. But most work. Desmond appears on one of the earlier routes as a shiny Pokémon. Because I’m still biased, let’s say a shiny Goomy even though Goomies shouldn’t spawn there.

Desmond, newly goopified, doesn’t know what the fuck is going on. He’s a glob now. And the animals around him are fucking weird. And seemingly only live in the tall grass.

He can’t figure out how to use any of his “moves” outside of basically tackle and scratch and other similarly basic things. So he’s pretty dam weak, probably relatively low level, only thing he has going for him is that he’s fast and, relatively, smart. He’s still got human level intelligence which is enough to outsmart the vast majority of Pokémon.

He spends some time on this route, getting used to things, using his Eagle Vision (which he still has) to find berries, avoiding fights, and just enjoying his forced retirement to another universe. It’s Desmond, unless properly motivated, I think he’d be willing to settle in and chill.

But uh oh, trouble is afoot. In the form of! A CHILD no

This little kid toddles down the path with a belt full of pokeballs. Desmond, who is still new to this world, sees the kid and decides to approach. Why? Idk man, the brain cell got burned by the Eye.

The kid is like “OH MY GOD SHINY GOOMY!” And immediately initiates a Pokémon battle.

How does this feel to Desmond? Im not sure. But he definitely can tell somethings up when the kid starts screaming in another language, sounds like French? (If you get why, you get a cookie), and throws a ball that somehow summons another creature. Let’s say a Caterpie.

The Caterpie is low level, about as intelligent as a real caterpillar, and big. (Fun fact apparently Goomy and Caterpie are the same height). Now Desmond is concerned, especially when the kid yells a command and the huge ass bug attacks him. Caterpie only knows like three moves so it probably just tackles. Desmond, not being an idiot or actually a real Pokémon, dodges. The kid looks surprised but yells again and the Caterpie attacks again. After a few times, Desmond decides “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” and nopes on out of there. The kid is absolutely shocked that the shiny Goomy just ran from the battle and also that it dodged everything.

Desmond meanwhile, hidden now, checks on the kid and sees that they’re blue in Eagle Vision. He’s not sure whether to be surprised or not. On the one hand, he’s never seen a kid that was red, but on the other hand, this kid attacked him.

He metaphorically shrugs it off and continues foraging for berries, he’s trying out new combinations.

Meanwhile, this child runs back to wherever they came from, and eagerly spreads the news about the wild shiny Goomy they saw. Most people don’t believe them, but a couple other kids are curious enough to go looking later.

Another day begins and Desmond stumbles upon a group of kids this time. The original kid among them. They’re speaking quickly, yeah he’s pretty sure it’s French, too bad that’s one of the languages he barely gets (I don’t care if he’d know some via Ezio, he’d know 15th century French, not modern day Pokémon world French). They’re gesturing wildly and some of them are looking accusatorially at the original kid. Desmond tries to get a little closer and, just his luck, stumbles into view of the group. Uh oh.

Several minutes later, the kids are confused as hell, several Caterpies are furiously working their hamster wheel brains to understand what’s happening, and Desmond is starting to question what’s up with the people in this universe.

But something special happened this time. At one point, one of the kids threw a red and white ball at him. It bounced off his head and rolled on the ground, doing nothing. Desmond was just annoyed. The kids were flabbergasted.

Rumors spread until actual researchers are tramping through the tall grass. Desmond is definitely avoiding them. Even if they’re white in Eagle Vision, those lab coats remind him a bit too much of Abstergo.

Eventually, after the human presence becomes a bit too much, Desmond decides to hit the road and moves out from his comfy little tall grass patch in the middle of the night. He settles down again somewhere else.

Repeat cycle a few times until the whole of Kalos has heard tell of this shiny Goomy who nobody can catch and seems to roam the whole region.

Idk what’s happening from there. Begin plot of Pokémon X/Y? Maybe Desmond meets AZ? Lots of options but idk.

[dreamdepot]

What story should I write next?

There’s still a few chapters left in Dreams of the Kingdom, and I plan on taking a little break afterward, but I’d like your input on what the next story should be. Normally I'd do this as a poll, but Tumblr only likes one week polls and I'd like to do a little more time.

Your options are...

Monochrome Redux (Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir from Miraculous!)

Falling Stars (Leon/Dande from the Pokemon series)

Super Royal Assistant! (Bowser from the Super Mario series)

More information below the break. Please comment on Tumblr or leave a comment here with your preferred option. The poll will be open until November 29, and the results will be announced in the final chapter of this story. I appreciate your help!

Monochrome Redux

Potential Tags: Love Square, Mistaken Identity, Aged-up, Coming Out.

A handsome hero catches your eye and you catch his, but does duty come before love? And doesn’t his heart belong to Ladybug? In a Paris turned upside down, anything can happen.

Characters are aged up to be 18.

You are a student at Lycée François-Dupont in your final year when for the first time in years, two new superheroes – Ladybug and Chat Noir – burst onto the scene to stop the evil Hawkmoth from akumatizing civilians. With the oddest of luck, you seem to keep winding up in situations with Chat Noir, a suave hero who appears to be head over heels for Ladybug but seems to be coming to terms with something himself. Not only that, the opportunity to become a hero yourself falls into your hands.

This would be rewriting and finishing the unfinished “Monochrome” from 2019. As with the original, some of the story follows canon and some departs from canon. Based on my notes, it will likely depart canon almost completely just before Miracle Queen.

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Falling Stars

Potential Tags: Rekindling Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Can Leon see he lives in a castle of sand? Can old friendships be repaired and an unrequited crush from childhood grow into something new, or is the Unbeatable Champion lost in the glitz and glory?

You are a former travel companion of Leon, once with an unbeatable crush for the unbeatable challenger. Flash forward ten years, and he’s more popular – and unreachable – than ever. He’s a total star who has let fame get to his head. Over those ten years, you’ve stepped away from battling and become a talented Pokemon breeder in Wedgehurst, happy in your own work. But, your world is shaken when it comes time for Leon’s brother to begin his journey, as Leon comes crashing back into your life.

My notes give me some Hallmark vibes (celeb returning to his roots) but this is more focused on recognizing mistakes and realizing it’s not too late. Story would take place concurrently with the main story of Sword and Shield, so you’ll definitely see Hop as well.

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Super Royal Assistant!

Potential Tags: Mostly fluff, some angst; Bowser’s a good dad; Oblivious; Mutual Pining

Working for Princess Peach as her official assistant seems like a dream job, until you realize how much you have to deal with a certain Koopa King. Why does he keep kidnapping you with your boss anyway?

You are a human assistant to Princess Peach, trained by Toadsworth to handle her day to day work and calendar. Being the right hand to the Toadstool Princess is certainly hard work – and only made more difficult with a lovesick tyrant knocking on her door every week to kidnap her – how many times do you have to tell him not to kidnap her on Tuesdays?! Yet, you realize over time he’s starting to kidnap you with her, and behind closed doors he’s actually not that bad of a guy. Could this be the start of something?

This is very much meant to be a light-hearted story after Dreams of the Kingdom. Story is spread out across Mario canon, so you can expect to see some familiar locales like Isle Defino or the Comet Observatory.

[draco-the-voiddragon]

Core Domain: Zvi City and the Drakewilds surrounding (approx Greenland sized)

Sub domains: my tavern and the world of Aegis (where my book is based)

Book/Lore blog: @chaosquetzal-archive

Tavern blog: @hiddendragontavern

Writing/VA prompt blog: @writingwyrm

Enemy/assassin blog: @glasses-pengunforhire

Appearance: a dragon clad in red upper and tan lower scales. On their back, four webless wings and a long razor-feathered tail.

Normal look: Humanoid (5'6")

Dragon Sizes: Smol 1ft / Big Ol' 20ft

Demiromantic/Aegosexual

Humanoid rules:

Just don't make them upset. Closer to Big's personality. Big's magic control.

Smol rules: they a bastard!

Will steal @the-spine-eater 's and @the-bone-theif 's piles with no compensation. Will also steal gems from @absurd-construct with no remorse.

Will hug everything with 13k psi (roughly avg T-Rex bite). They also share a former OC, Schneed's, "size". Wants snuggles almost as much as stuff to eat. Especially cats 🤤

Big rules: More mannered.

Will compensate for stolen items. Will hug with 45k psi (roughly over 20 tons of force). In favor of talking instead of fighting. Will care for others before themselves. Can destroy dimensions.

Power: Burst

Infinite generation of magic, but upon dying must release this magic asap or will risk becoming a multiverse bomb. Usually just makes portals.

Naturally produces a toxin through skin that causes the body to go numb and become paralyzed. This toxin is highly concentrated on my tail feathers.

Lets the use/consumption of all magical elements, create/hop between dimensions, and uses this power to help anyone, even if evil. Most usages thus far in anger, especially at Vyra.

I'm always game to talk Pokemon, Anime, Dragons, and D&D

If I am ever on Tumblr on a Saturday, Sunday or Tuesday before 5pm PST: I am likely at work and on break.

1 weakness is phoenix fire (racial, not magical)

Mutuals:

@cow-stealin-gal @applegameisprollytaken @slimylittlemaggot @stormlendinez @lavender-flowergarden @meltymooncakes @ash-the-nekogirl @crystaza @arttisticcoffeepot @bi-gender-sorcerer @serious-tabaxi @fattocatto-wizard @ignisuadaroleplay

Frenemies:

@the-spine-eater

@absurd-construct

@be-gentle-with-littluns-2

[trainer-aria]

Maybe I'm just shouting into the void here (tho at least I'm on the right app for that) but all those PEToP siders really don't seem to understand. These are wild animals most of us are snatching up, many with enough intellect to choose us trainers. After all, most wild animals that aren't Pokemon tend to run from people and pokémon alike, or try to scare them off.

On top of that, people say we're breeding them to battle? I have a friend who got a Pokemon for a companion, didn't plan for battling, they were bred for service work, and they still want to battle. You just can't breed the fight out of these lil guys. At the same time, you can't breed it into them either, my litten is just fine lazing about all day. 90% of the time she's just fine doing whatever, but a few days ago she escaped her harness to fight the fattest Meowth I've seen in all my short years, and he didn't do anything but stare and walk away.

Also, my apartment's courtyard is chock full of Skwovet, and all they do is upturn potted plants and taunt the other mons here. Occasionally they'll fight each other or chase each other like it's NASCAR but, for the most part, they're pretty laid back, they'll even approach people.

All I'm trying to say is that every Pokemon is different and us trainers can't control that, so maybe turn your focus on a bigger issue - the fact that some idiots keep getting their hands on world ending shit. I just want a normal Tuesday for once, is that too much to ask for?

[charcherry-weekly]

Charcherry Weekly - Issue 191

Ow my ear. This is Nick Card Mage of Light and I am so glad that broadcast alert is over. Let's get to the news.

Early this week, Page of Mind Samm finally emerged from her meditative state, after at least a month. Reportedly, she is quite ready to resume her work on Grass 3, having planted what will become a world tree recently. A number of collaborators have been performing caretaking tasks there in her absence.

Neo Alternia has been continuing its development, with power and local internet operational. Recently, an effort was organized by an official to catalogue a great number of items, to be added to the replicator database. Reportedly it went relatively well, with only minimal skeptical resistance. Regardless, the trolls of this world continue the settling in process, as they slowly return to their occupations, though it is assumed the more dangerous ones will need to be handled differently than before.

On Tuesday, Jo-baddie rogue of heart Jojo sent out a series of messages on the memo, which appeared to be lyrics to a song that he was singing. Normally this wouldn't be of note, but at the same time, there were reports of strange and dangerous activity at The Park, including hazardous electrical discharge and a heavy draining effect from the noted dungeon core located there. An evacuation order was enacted, resulting in a great deal of TV's and radios on starter planet playing an alert message. At the park, visitors were guided to the train station, much in part thanks to Brae Emit's efforts. Having been overengineered for just that kind of evacuation scenario (thanks to Skye M. of the DTA), the station was well equipped to handle everyone that needed to escape. The vast majority of the pokemon that were there got transferred over to Unity Ranch via box storage methods. Needless to say, the evacuation was a success.

In a few day's time, the dungeon crashers arrived at the park, prepared for a showdown. Present that day was Heir of Time Rise Emit, their sister Brae Emit, Maid of Void Skitis, three different versions of Skye,Pokemon Professor Coleman Branch, Rogue of Heart Charles, and one other individual. They were greeted by Jojo, who then proceeded to challenge them to a pokemon battle, using a rotom occupied mobile home on tank treads. Being well prepared, the dungeon crashers sent out their pokemon, and proceeded to attack the rotomhome. At some point during the battle, the battlefield had gained a sunny day effect by unknown means. This allowed for Charles's magmortar to hit even harder with its super effective fire type attacks. Soon enough, the rotomhome broke down, and Jojo faced the party himself. Charles proceeded to attempt a heart swap, but Jojo, also being a rogue of heart, was well prepared to resist. As a counter, he attempted to rip out Charles's soul, which Charles used to their advantage. Reportedly, Charles managed to directly attack Jojo on a metaphysical level, before being forced out of him to return to their own body. After that, Jojo was placed under arrest and held (by the legs) until the dungeon crashers could safely transport him to prison. Half of the party entered the underground facility where the dungeon core had been previously located and managed to remove it from the space it occupied entirely, encountering minimal complications.

As it currently stands, The Park has been seized by the Desertian government due to the safety concerns stemming from Jojo's actions. Repairs to the space were performed by Brae's palkia and modifications to time were re-aligned by Rise's Dialga. The pokemon of the park are being cared for at the ranch until it is safe for them to be returned. The following statement was released, to be delivered to all parkgoers:

Please be advised that The Park is closed while an investigation is underway. Anyone who has prepurchased tickets may call the office of President Katyleen Kitten at 555-555-6969 to receive either a refund or have their visit postponed, in accordance to their preference.

in other news, Mage of Life Blaze has been returned for two weeks, and a very busy rancher will be given a vacation for his service.

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The Desertian Transit Authority is hiring new staff for the stations! Do note that most if not all work will likely take place in a dark (but properly lit) realm beyond conventional time and space. Please contact theUnderground for details.

Experts on childhood trauma counseling, rehabilitation, and/or Alternian ecology (still) needed! Contact artificedAttendant for details if you have any of the individual credentials listed, or something of a similar nature.

Do you want an ad here? Contact lavenderSiren to get an ad for whatever. If you don't write it yourself, you risk the newsletter writer writing it instead, do be warned.

This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

DTA train ticket stand

Katie’s potion stand (Not available to plitlanders due to regulations, available to all others however)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand

Brae's produce stall: - Potted vegetables - Jarred vegetables - Various jams - Hisuian herbs (medicinal leek, pep-up plant, king's leaf)

Herbalist - Tea, meditation (30 gp) - Lichen, camouflage (100 gp) - Bloody Mandrake (15 gp) - Seeing Slime (160 gp) - Poppy tears (20 gp)

Clothing Store - Outfit, Artisan’s (1 gp) - Hat (25 gp) - Corset (50 gp) - Kilt (2 sp) Mask, Monster (10 gp)

I think that does it for now. Work on my projects has been difficult as of late. I can only hope that I can get back to things soon. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/428/charcherry-weekly-issue-191

[catflowerqueen]

Alternatively, the mareep never gets sacrificed at all--it just shows up one day and starts fighting every god it comes across.

Which is basically just a normal Tuesday in the pokemon world anyways.

I keep imagining a Cult of the Lamb au where, for some reason, the "last lamb" is actually a mareep that somehow wandered in from the pokemon universe. Probably because they accidentally fell into the Reverse World or something.

But, like--they are still a literal mareep, and not an anthropomorphic animal like the rest of the Cult of the Lamb denizens.

The first time that they realize something weird is going on is when Shamura calls The One Who Waits by the name "Narinder," rather than "Giratina."

They never used the Red Crown while attacking and were treating the whole thing like a regular pokemon battle... in part because they don't have opposable thumbs.

They may have actually assumed that they were just fighting an extremely scary version of the Elite Four--and, thus, thought it was only natural that they and Narinder would fight in the end, because they assumed he was the "Champion."

When they first showed up in the afterlife, Narinder basically just went. "Sure. Why not. This might as well happen" and everyone else has no idea what is going on.

The mareep is having the best time of its life.

...And is probably also holding an everstone for the majority of their time. Meaning everyone else is going to have a massive freak out when they finally evolve--especially when they make it all the way to ampharos and then somehow go mega.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 12/6/22

tuesday again no problem will be taking a break next week, and will return on 12/20/22

listening

rich people by carsie blanton. this is an understated, acoustic little thing with piano and upright bass that builds up with some snaps and some...not quite call and response but something similar. it is direct and to the point, very much in the vein of labor songs and union songs.

i, very hard of hearing, transcribed this by HAND off spotify before i found this video bc i liked the lyrics so much. you're welcome.

Who run the world? It ain't the Jews Rich people don't pay no dues Who did the crime? It ain't the blacks Rich people don't pay no taxes Who took your job? It ain't immigration Rich people with corporations Who threw the vote? It ain't rednecks Rich people with thick fat checks

this interview is from two years ago (and reading about how seriously everyone took covid two years ago is...disheartening, now in the winter of 2022) but is a good answer to a really vague question about how she puts a song together (also explains why it pings so many of the union/labor song associations in my head):

I would say what I’m aware of in songwriting is that if you’re trying to fit a message into a song, it had better be a really catchy, exciting, fun song, because otherwise the message will not be heard. So I think I’m a songwriter first, and most of the songwriting I admire is what I would call American popular songs. So most of my favorite songwriters will just try to write a hit. That’s true in the ‘30s and ‘40s and in the Motown era. So that’s the writing I really admire. And I think in trying to get political messages into songs, I try to make the hook the thing that drives everything else. So it has to have the right energy, it has to have a catchy melody, or nobody cares to listen to the message.

ty to spotify weekly recs??? the least expected source

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reading

Batman: Noël is a 2011 graphic novel written and illustrated by Lee Bermejo. dipping a toe back into reading with some batman comics. i love batman oneoffs bc there are eleven billion of them and i don't have to have read several thousand other comics to understand them. this one's schtick is: what if batman is scrooge? it's not very successful in the storytelling aspect of this, bc by DC editorial mandate batman and gotham cannot change or grow.

however! it is beautifully rendered. this spread was quite lovely imo, very funny to think sixties tv show batman and edgy grimdark 2010s batman are the same guy

this was chosen at whim from the selection available to me on my library's comics app hoopla. i have spent worse half hours

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watching

white christmas (1954, dir. Curtiz) while choosing and addressing holiday cards. in like 2016 i decided doing this the first weekend in december would be my new tradition and i have done it like three times since then. so it goes.

has this movie aged well? no. did i watch it many times every winter while growing up bc i was brunette and my sister was blond? yes. these women simply do not look related but that's neither here nor there

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playing

quick question, pokemon company

who ARE these women. why are they in little caped costumes. i found the little group of three all together but beating them up didn't give me anything except more questions. what is their DEAL

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making

pasta failure. i have two boxes of mostaccioli (penne with no grooves) from really early in the pandemic when instacart gave me that instead of normal begrooved penne. in the interest of eating my pantry down before i move, i made sausage and peppers with onions, threw the leftovers in some diced tomatoes, and threw all that on top of this pasta.

this did not work bc this pasta has no grooves and cannot hold the tomatoes. the peppers and onions, which are cut in strips (as sausage and peppers with onions is typically made) are a little more successful but this shit sucks man. and i still have another whole box. other than ziti (and even that's questionable, bc the sauce issue remains, also i hate ziti) i don't think there's a good use for this pasta and i'm not completely sure why it exists except as a cruel italian joke, maybe.

in other house news, i am begrudgingly hanging more things bc i do want this joint to look a little less bare for when my siblings come.

in three columns left to right and then describing the columns from top to bottom:

postcard from the museum of sex in manhattan, postcard from my grandfather's collection, postcard from @believerindaydreams, cyanotype i did in high school

postcard from the restaurant my best friend's wedding reception was at, postcard from my sister when she went to japan, postcard from my sister when she went to france (no they are not flipped, also i had to trim this one without trimming any of the text and mack played with the sliver of cut off postcard for a solid forty minutes. acrobatic playing too, she was really going to fucking town smacking this sliver of postcard around)

another postcard from the best friend wedding reception restaurant, postcard from justseeds with a patreon backer reward postage stamp on top, patreon backer reward postcard from @calicojackofficial

i am not fucking around when i say i love postcards. this isn't even all the framed postcards in my house bc there are a series of five in one big frame, two in my room and two by my front door. plus some more in a box

and that's going to have to tide everyone over for the week break. i won't be totally offline (regular blogging, whatever the fuck that means, will probably continue) but i simply will not have the energy or time needed for a tuesdaypost

[leggerefiore]

since we have headcanons for the emmet + ingo hybrid au, how about some for another character like cyrus? maybe he's some weavile hybrid and you think "well, he's a serious man with serious thoughts. there's no reason he'll get the negative aspects of being a hybrid." no. despite his stoic and uncaring look, he's still a weavile/ferret/weasel at heart and you somehow find him in the laundry room at 2 am taking apart the washer. or he's somehow chewed an electrical wire bc his brain likes rubber.

🌌Weavile Hybrid Cyrus🛰

☄️ He's, admittedly, not happy about being a hybrid. The thick, sharp claws on his hands are most unfortunate and cannot be shaved down despite his best efforts. A single canine of his hangs over his lip and destroys his neutral expression in the most annoying of manners. A red pair of ears and matching tail leave him looking a bit ridiculous. Black fur is gathered on his body. Cyrus would much prefer to be a human.

☄️ Animal instincts take his brain and urge to him burrow and eat small rodent pokemon. It's disgusting. He's a civilised man, not some creature. His status should not even be, coming from two long families of pure humans. Well, so they thought. Apparently, somewhere along the line on his mother's side, someone had mated with a Weavile hybrid and that following child proceeded to stay with humans until the features were complete bred away. Except for a lack of eyebrows. His father's story seemed much the same, but the hybrid it had been was lost to time. They are appalled when Cyrus's birth proved hybridian features.

☄️ The chance for him to be a complete hybrid as a die roll of fate that cursed him. His parents hated that he was not a normal, human son as they wanted. They had no idea how to take care of him and found it easier to ignore and scorn their son. Cyrus grew up alone. He slowly began to hate the world around him. Experiencing prejudice for features he simply had no control over. If was not long until he began to work with some other hybrids of similar circumstance with him (or just an interest in him). A Purugly hybrid, a Skuntank hybrid, and a Toxicroak hybrid.

☄️ Being in Sinnoh, a place that is much more accepting of hybrids, no one questioned four hybrids starting a power company. It was just another Tuesday. Except that these four definitely intended to try to capture the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh.

☄️ You certainly didn't think much of it, having met Cyrus and refusing to leave him alone despite him insisting upon it. You thought he was adorable, a stiff faced Weavile hybrid. The more time you gave to him, the stranger his feelings grew toward you. He hated you at first, but that died as he grew closer to you. You were something pleasant from the monotony of his day-to-day, with his hatred of the world. You relaxed him; you didn't judge him.

☄️ When he acted on his more animalistic urges, you never scolded him and told him to act more human. You just… laughed. You laughed good-naturedly. If he unconsciously started purring, you never told him to stop. Instead, you leaned into it. Whenever an urge to burrow overcame him and led to him messing up the living room with some pitiful attempt at a nest, you just joined him in the pile. He supposes it is the pack nature of Weaviles playing with his head, but he allows himself a simple pleasure with you.

☄️ You, however, are kept ignorant of his plans. You didn't need to know. He couldn't handle your scorn, too. It would be something that would, without a single doubt, break him. He's careful in how hides it. You think it's adorable how he's showing less confident hybrids that anything is possible, especially in a place like Sinnoh. He wishes that were, too, the case, but this world is incomplete and imperfect. Cyrus will make a better one. One without the curse of emotions, spirit, and hybrids. There will be no pokemon, too. You're so blissfully unaware.

☄️ On the bright side, he's happy to help you with things. Have a hard time getting something open? His claws rip it open with ease. Struggling with overheating on a hot summer's day? His body cools you with ease, a lowered body temperature from being an ice-type. His purrs rumble through your body whenever he does them. Wants you to scratch behind his ears, but is too afraid to ask.

☄️ In the end, how you react to finding out your hybrdian boyfriend's plan will determine whether he remains in this realm. He cannot forgive himself for upsetting you. A self-made punishment for his failed love and plans leaves him alone in the Distortion World. Instincts begging for a pack a burrow, but a refusal to give in. Perhaps had he been born a human, none of this would have ever happened.

[xxtc-96xx]

Why do I feel like Huey is gonna grow up and be the Ash of Pokemon? Like he'll go off on totally normal adventures and come back 5 days later partially scorched and saying how he ran into the Galarian Bird Trio and had to settle some infighting that nearly blew up the planet. Like it's another Tuesday. Ash was also probably there and is just behind Huey getting back because he was still too sick from Aura over usage or something to deal with teleportation.

I could see him becoming the time to roam around regions looking to see if he can help pokemon and people, break up disputes. Primal Kyogre going on a rampage trying to sink the world? He’d fly in to try and stop him 

[mephew-j]

okay now I'm curious about all the Pokemon headcanon stuff you got 👀

Oh, dear.

Right. Didn´t think anyone would be interested. Thought this was just another story for myself.

But I´ll gladly tell ya what my brain got up with so far (and what my time allows me to write - I´m not done yet!). =)

Also sorry for taking so long but I have been chipping away each evening after work as I wanted to give a proper answer. But then I received my second Covid-vaccination on Monday and I didn´t take it too well and felt horrible on Tuesday. But I´m good again. =)

Ok, so it´s literally a persona AU in the Pokemon world which doesn´t have a name - yet at least - located in a new region due to me wanting to have Pokemon that don´t all exist in the same region.

So there´s the ME! Persona – a human girl/woman who moved to a more rural part of the region with her mother when she was younger when her parents decided to split up.

There she went to a normal grammar school and made a small amount of friends while her mother found an office job at the local breeder´s facility that provides the professor of this region – Dr. Primrose – with starters. And like literally every other child she was fascinated by Pokemon and dreamt about becoming a Pokemon trainer after school. Really basic stuff this far.

But when her friends and her graduated she found herself doubting to be ripe to becoming a trainer at the age of 10. She simply didn´t feel ready to be on her own yet.

So as her friends left to become trainers she stood behind alone.

Her mother told her not to worry too much and to proceed school instead giving her an advantage over the others her age one day. And so she did.

She attended and finished high school and the idea of becoming a trainer had taken a backseat in her life.

When she was asked what she wanted to do now that school was officially over she found herself quite clueless and decided on taking a few internships – at the local Pokemon store, the post office, etc. but nothing really seemed fitting.

One day her mother asked her whether she´d want to give the Pokemon breeder facility a try. She agreed and took another internship there.

After just a week in it was clear that she would do an apprenticeship there to become a “Pokemon nursing assistant”. In these three years of practical and scholar education she didn´t just learn the profession but also grew as a person and got her driver´s licence.

Mostly she got educated by the Pokemon working there as it had always been easier for her to work/communicate with them than with other humans. But her human colleagues took great care of her, too, of course:

There was the leader of the facility – an elderly woman in her mid-50s who had once been a trainer herself - her Machamp, Blaziken, Sceptile, Swampert, Kangaskhan, Chansey and a hand-full of employees along with a few other Pokemon that were rather deemed unfit as starters or simply decided to stay, who did a great job at breeding, hatching and raising starters and orphaned Pokemon.

Especially one Treeko had become fond of her and was usually the one who took her by the hand.

Nearly at the end of her apprenticeship the facility leader took her to the side and asked her to consider becoming a trainer after all as she would have “just the right stuff” to be a considerably good one.

Again Me! hesitated for a while until she decided to give it a try this time. She packed her things and when she went to the breeder facility to say Goodbye the previously mentioned Treeko quickly fetched his Pokeball. He stood in front of her waiting for her to kneel. Surprised she followed the invitation and when she had reached his level the Treeko placed the ball into her hands and gave her an asserted look. She reciprocated with a smile and nodded.

The Pokemon:

-Treeko/Grovyle/Sceptile: A male Treeko who was bred and born as one of the first ones in the breeder facility and was later handed to Dr. Primrose along with other starters to be picked by young trainers at the start of their journeys.

Unfortunately, though he was deemed unfit as a starter after several children had called Dr. Primrose shortly after they had chosen him as their partner and told her that they simply couldn´t handle him; he wouldn´t listen to a word they said or that he would be overall renitent.

Dr. Primrose had taken him back every time to give it a new try but decided to send him back to the breeder facility in the end. “No Pokemon can be forced to be a trainer´s Pokemon.”

The facility took him back and let him help there which he did.

Several years passed until one day a young woman showed up and started her internship at the facility. She seemed lost and shy like a Pokemon that had just hatched so the Treeko was quick to take pity on her. The pity then grew into fondness and when it was clear the now graduated trainee would start her own journey he rushed into the warehouse, grabbed his Pokeball and handed it over to her.

He had decided to be her starter.

The Treeko/Grovyle/Sceptile in my AU has a much higher age than a normal starter would have and more knowledge of life. Sometimes his behaviour will come close to that of a parent. His level also had been a little higher due to occasional fun-fights between him and some other Pokemon at the facility. It´s no wonder that he also had been the first one of the team to evolve closely followed by Yamask/Cofagrigus.

- Yamask/Cofagrigus: Me! and Treeko encountered him as they crossed a small deserted and desolate part of the region mostly inhabited by poison and ghost types just a few days from their hometown.

The Yamask seemed to be alone and hid badly behind the little that was there to hide behind as the two travellers took a quick break and meal. As it wasn´t hard to spot the ghost in his concealment Me! prepared a third meal and cautiously shoved it over the hiding Pokemon who took the food gratefully after inspecting it thoroughly.

When the two went on their way the Yamask must have followed them as they spotted him again when they erected their night quarters many hours later and quite far away from the bleak land.

´Weird, especially ghost Pokemon usually act in groups. Why is this one alone?´ Me! thought as she prepared another extra dish for the unusual guest before going to sleep.

In the course of the night Me! woke up again and again only to find the Yamask having come a little closer every time she opened her eyes until he had found his place right next to her and her Treeko on her camping mat by dawn.

So the next morning it had been clear to Me! that they´d have a new team member and as Treeko didn´t seem to mind the the new Pokemon in any negative way either Me! caught the Yamask.

Me! considered the Yamask could have only been a few weeks old as it didn´t act like a ghost type at all – sure every ghost Pokemon had their own personality but they were usually inclined to show certain character traits such as enjoying the one or the other prank or scare on their fellow Pokemon or even trainer – but this one acted more like it had just hatched. She had seen it several times before after all. This assumption had been confirmed in the next Pokemon Centre.

Yamask was a very timid, shy and overall scared Pokemon who would have always hid behind his trainer and would have always searched for shelter and warmth usually sleeping in Me!´s arms and thus in the middle of Me! and Treeko.

Me! never forced him to fight and in the beginning he didn´t seem too keen on doing so anyway. But the more he watched other Pokemon fight the more he seemed to want to try it on his own because one day – a fellow Pokemon trainer had challenged Me! – he simply hopped in front of Treeko and asserted himself. Treeko took a few steps back and gave him the opportunity. Yamask lost the fight horribly and when Treeko took over he evolved.

Spurred on by that event he tried to fight again and again and lost several times. Whenever he went K.O. he´d always watch Grovyle fight and tried to learn from him as best he could.

Until one day he won. From that they on he insisted on fighting all the more and as he actually won his fights now Grovyle barely had to take over.

When he evolved though he was overwhelmed and had a hard time coping with his new form. Other Pokemon – especially smaller ones – suddenly were scared of him and other trainers that had called his prior form “cute” were now frightened as well. He smiled at them but that only made it worse. He was barely able to move around let alone fight and what was he supposed to do with these appendages? He was especially upset that the couldn´t sleep in his trainer’s arms anymore.

The little self-confidence he had been able to built up through fights was blown away.

Me! hit a countless amount of books trying to help her Pokemon and while she could help him with some problems several other were left untouched.

Luckily though the team met another trainer soon after who had a fully grown/asserted Cofagrigus. The trainer and their Cofagrigus gladly helped and things turned better quickly allowing Me!´ Cofagrigus to move around properly and even fight again.

Me!´s Cofagrigus had never been one of the stronger Pokemon but he always tried his best and at some point his high level alone gave him an advantage.

Through all of the story Cofagrigus´ character barely changed; he had always been a timid and friendly Pokemon searching for his trainer´s affection and proximity seeing her as his mother. Though he had grown as a person being more self-confident (especially in fights) and self-aware having learnt that ghost-types were quick on inclining fear on others. The latter he would only “abuse” when things actually got dicey.

He would oftenly search for his trainer´s hand to hold while they were walking.

Me! had the idea to try and learn and teach Cofagrigus sign language as she had seen and read several documentations and articles about people teaching Pokemon this language. And a Pokemon with hands – how handy was that?

Me! sleeps in a sleeping bag on Cofagrigus whenever they are out in the wild with a ghost hand carefully placed on her shoulder. She would never admit that this causes her sacroiliac pain sometimes though.

- Ralts/Kirlia/Gardevoir: Male

- Sizzlipede/Centiskorch: Female

- Darkrai:

- Honedge/Doublade/Aegislash: Male

The other characters:

- (Name) and her Gastly/Haunter/Gengar “Na-na”: (Name) had never had a very close relationship with any of the family members as she had always been the odd one out even as she was little. Her grandmother – she fondly called “Na-na” - was the only exception as she also had been one to fall out the line.

Her grandmother had always used to tell her stories, myths and legends from all around the globe as she had been travelling as a young Pokemon trainer herself. (Name) had always loved these stories and her grandmother´s presence especially as she had always been the one to encourage her on whatever she did.

“I wanna be a Pokemon trainer just like Nana!” she once exclaimed in front of her entire family at a party. Her whole family immediately turned on her grandmother and accused her of planting stupid ideas in the little child´s mind. It wasn´t common to train Pokemon in this family but to get a good graduation and a well-paying job instead.

From that day on she was forbidden to see her grandmother. Though that didn´t stop any of the two to still be in contact; they wrote little messages and attached them onto “Nana”´s Murkrow to deliver the messages, whenever a lesson would have been omitted she would speed to her grandmother´s house to at least see her a few minutes, etc.

One day though no new message had arrived. Nor had any followed the next day.

She kneeled to her parents and pleaded to drive to her grandmother´s house and after a few hours they agreed and drove there. But when no one opened her parent´s started to worry as well and called the police.

…

A few days later was the funeral. (Name) had only been 7 years old and had lost the only person who she truly cared for and she didn´t cope with it well throwing temper tantrums, hitting other children in school, hitting even her parents.

They didn´t know what to do so they sent her to a children-psychologist with little effect.

One night when she had been lying awake again she had decided to go to the graveyard – she needed someone to talk, she needed her grandmother.

When she arrived at her grandmother´s tombstone she couldn´t keep it in any longer and yielded in crying.

Startled by the sound a Gastly flew up from behind the tombstone and paused in mid-air looking at the child below it. (Name) has had raised her eyes by now and looked at the Ghastly with big eyes.

She immediately remembered one of her grandmother´s stories in which a young couple had a baby but the mother died in childbed fever. When the husband and the baby visited the mother´s grave one night a ghost emerged from it and they were together again.

It had only been a legend from another region her grandmother had told her once but for (Name) it had been very real at this moment.

“Na-na” she had whispered and the Ghastly had come closer circling (Name) curiously.

To (Name) that had been an acknowledgement she was seeing her grandmother again.

From that day on she had been visiting the graveyard every night, so very happy to her grandmother again and talk to her and the Ghastly would await her arrival.

The psychologist had been assuming she would have made her grandmother up as some sort of imaginary friend as some children would do. Telling this her parent´s they were very relieved.

Until one morning a Ghastly came hovering down the stairs next to their daughter. The parents immediately panicked and yanked their daughter away from the Pokemon but when (Name) cried out “No! Leave Na-na alone!” they halted and called their daughter´s psychologist.

He advised them to better leave the Pokemon with their daughter as it did her extremely well and they complied unwillingly.

Why- of all Pokemon out there – did it have to be a ghost/poison type, wouldn´t have a Meowth or a Cleffa done too?

Name and Ghastly would have gone everywhere together from now on if others approved of it or not.

When (Name) had been old enough she started her own journey without her parent´s consent yet still they had known they couldn´t have kept her from going – she had been taken too much after her grandmother.

The two have been travelling the region from then on together knowing they can always rely on each other as many situations have already proven.

Of course (Name) has realized Na-na is not her actual grandmother long ago.

Na-na is female.

Institutions:

- The PSO (The Pokemon Safety Orgnaisation)

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Comic Plans

Current Projects:

Prismtale (Mondays): An Undertale AU involving NPCs and multiverse travelling. Multi-chapter comic and ongoing.

Mistbreak (Tuesdays): A Steven Universe AU with about 5 pages left of the comic. Then it will become an ask/drabble/design blog.

Flicker of a Neon Soul (Wednesdays): An Undertale AU where monsters have colored soul traits and humans have white soul traits. 10+ chaptered comic with many plans and plot.

Taffy and Steven (Thursdays): A Steven Universe where Steven and his gem are split into different people and Taffy is a wholesome boyo. One page left of the comic, then will become an ask/edit blog with occasional comics.

Future Fandom Projects:

Pokemon Nuzlocke Comics: Multiple regions and an overarching plot. I need to finish playing and writing the first arc before starting the comic. (long term)

Who I Am: A Pokemon comic where James from Team Rocket is a were-pokemon. I need to rewrite it first. About 7 to 8 chapters. (medium length)

Other Undertale AUs: Certain AUs will be revealed in Prismtale and turn into side blogs, and others will be one time comics. (varies)

Future Original Projects:

(One of these I want to make extremely interactive. Like the audience makes choices for the characters.)

Phantulfurs: A comic about teens with powers to see creatures no one else can. I’ve rewritten the first chapter multiple times, but I need to really write it out before starting the comic. About ten arcs. (long term)

Skryculars: A sequel to the above story. (medium length)

The Journeyers: A multi-book series with my cousin. About ten books. Involves animals, powers, and romance. Won’t give information beyond that. (long term)

Unnamed Animated Series: Still need to design the two main characters, but they’ll travel through many worlds from my dream world. (long term youtube series)

Unnamed Wings Story: Decided many many characters for a high school story with wings. Lots of diversity and LGBTQ. Problem is I don’t like writing high school stories and have no plot. ;^; (medium? short?)

Unnamed Long Term Comic: A story about a space girl with wings, a nonbinary person that can shapeshift and communicate with animals, twins with water and plant powers, and an angsty wholesome skeleton bean. No plot yet. (long term)

Short Term (below the cut, any catch your interest?)

(keep in mind many of these I wrote the descriptions for years ago or based off of dreams.)

“Orphan Dog” and “Martha’s Pack” An orphan finds out she can talk to dogs and realizes they are the key to finding her missing parents. (Wrote when I was 8, rewrote partially when I was 13. So very cheezy. Would be even cheezier if I didn’t rewrite it, but still drew quality serious art XD.)

“The Agency” A girl named Jill has secrets. Major secrets. For one, she can turn into any animal at will including extinct, Fantasy, or hybrids. Don’t forget that she can also turn invisible and do telepathy. (Not to mention she runs an entire secret animal spy community…) When her best friend and spy ally, Izabella the opossum, goes missing, she must find what it means to be a true friend and showing that it’s what’s inside that counts. (Actually liked this one too. Even if it’s also cheezy.)

1. “Moos” A boy is adopted by cows and is granted the power to understand animals and turn into a cow.

2. “Moos: Vile Meat” Hoover is back and he must defeat the evil Haystack, a human entrapping calfs in little domes for eternity.

3. “Moos: Cold Cuts” Hoover finds a new ally, one who creates...snow?

4. “Moos: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey” Haystack is back and Hoover and his friends must defeat him before he turns all pigs into stone. (Cheezy series?)

“Extraordinaries” Emma, her friend, Millie, her brother, Clark, and her dog, Charlie, have to travel to a faraway land to save Emma’s mother, who has been poisoned. Along the way Emma and the team must find how to deal with their newfound powers of Imagination. (This one was also pretty good! A story from Nanowrimo a few years ago.)

“The Hummingbird Did It” A hummingbird turns a lazy boy into a dog. The boy must venture across country to find the cure. (Was kinda boring and just me having fun with google maps lol.)

“Sunshine and Rainbows” A girl is taken to another world by rainbow dust and must find her way back to Earth. (Can’t actually remember this one.)

“Nature’s Lifeforce” A boy and girl are given the power to turn into any woodland creature and talk to trees. (Also can’t remember, but sounds cool.)

“Ravens” A girl named Hannah, a boy named Billy, a boy named Cameron, a girl named Lyla, and a boy named Clark, among other students, have their wishes come true. This creates a problem as Cameron becomes a dog, Lyla becomes a cat and Hannah and Billy become ravens. They fix the problem for everyone except Hannah and Billy, but embark on an adventure to find the scientist who can help them. (Based on a dream, I think.)

“Dragon wings” Hiccup and Toothless accidentally sit down someplace weird. They switch bodies and Toothless claims to have heard someone press a button. (ASDFGHJKL WHAT?! HTTYD short story)

“Melody Dreambubble” A weird new pony arrives in Ponyville. Twilight is curious to find that she has no Cutie Mark, was raised by wolves, and bears mysterious powers. (My Little Pony, kinda self insert, short story)

“Eyes of Gold/The Tower” A Fan Fiction based on The Ever Afters series and two stories rolled into one. Rory finds that her two best friends have been poisoned by a new dragon species/As Rory is about to enter a tower to save Chase a random girl shows up out of nowhere and has a weird habit of annoying Adelaide. (Was my first ever self insert? And based on a book series unlike the rest? Cool! Oh I even wrote ten whole pages! Neat. Featuring a girl chasing a dragon with a bedpan!)

“Roadkill” A man purposely runs over a deer on a freeway. The deer’s best friend curses the man, later to regret it because he has to undo the curse himself. (Lol, this was interesting.)

“Melissa and Steven Started a Food Fight” A completely random book that takes the characters through an adventure of explosions, unicorns, and talking squirrels. (Used a random prompt generator. Very random. And funny.)

“Before it’s Gone” A snooty teen crashes in her car and finds a surprise when she wakes up. (Oh yeah, another old story. She turned into a dog and none of the other dogs believed her.)

“The Unicorn Killer” A short story about poachers and Julia. (Yep. Short story.)

1. “Feathers of Gold” A logical young bird griffin, Gabriel, wants to find a way to stop to war between bird and lion in his land, Genetica.

2. “Scales of Emerald” A shy young dragon, Emmie, tries to keep her land, Reptilia, from destruction.

3. “Hair of Crystal” A brave young unicorn, Crystal, tries to find a way to join together the leaders of the land of Equinsta.

4. “Flames of Ruby” A vain young phoenix, Flaxter, tries to capture the eyes of girls. Taken place in the land of Flamia.

5. “Gems Unite” Gabriel, Emmie, Crystal, and Flaxter find out they are The Gems, the only ones who can save their world, Animagicia, from the beings, called Humurns, that are trying to destroy it. They must come together and find who they truly are. (Might have fun with this series. I’ve always loved mythical animals.)

“The Distance from Sam” An 8 year-old St. Bernard named Barry, a 3 year-old Golden Retriever named Mick, and a 1 year-old Sheltie named Sandy set off to return to their owner Sam, after being kidnapped and sent across country. (Kinda like Homeward Bound. Came in mind when I saw these three dogs alone by a street, no humans around.)

“The Skilled” Andy and Ashley(both fifteen) and their eight year-old siblings, twins Alex and Alexa, gain powers from the sewers. All: understand animals and fly, Andy: talk to toys, Ashley: speak to plants, Alex and Alexa: psychic powers. “I used to think my toys would come to life when I was gone. I guess I was right.”-Andy. Based on a dream. (Too many “A” names, oof. Also, toy Story much?)

“The Moon’s Eye” A teenage girl named April gets trapped under a snow drift and wakes up to be a wolf. A nearby wolf pack needs her aid and calls her The Mooneye, a changeling. (Cool. Cool.)

“Unusual Forces of Omnipotence” A woman and her horse are supposedly crushed by a U.F.O. When Tanaya wakes up she finds out she has super strong senses and can run as fast as her horse. Pluto the alien knows he’s going to be in trouble if his planet finds out he crash landed and accidentally gave a human the powers of her horse. He tries to fix it. Told from Tanaya, Sunray (the horse), and Pluto’s point of view. Based on a dream. (Sounds interesting! Title came from before I knew UFO was an acronym lol.)

“The Lawn” Unknown to humans, a yard full of statues come alive at night. There is an elk, two bears, four buffalo, a wolf, an eagle, three horses, a small boy, a moose, a bighorn sheep, and a rabbit. (Based on a real lawn I’d see on the way to school.)

“Dragon Eyes” Max has an ordinary life, until his family, him, and his three friends, Alice, Peter, and Samuel, are transported to another world. His parents are then kidnapped and they have to fight against an evil Mother Nature. Based on a dream. (Interesting. The dream was freaky.)

“Sweet Treat” Emily’s dad works at a candy factory, and one day she visits him and realizes his work is not all it seems… Based on a dream. (What? I don’t remember what was different about his work???)

“The Flight of the Supernatural” Randy thinks he is mostly a normal kid. Sure, he and his dad live inside a mountain, and sure, some flying species of human killed his mother, that doesn’t mean he can’t live normal life homeschooling and watching TV. But unfortunately, Randy’s life turns around when he finds out he can fly. Is his father telling the truth? Did his own species kill his mother? Based on a dream. (Actually REALLY loved this story.)

“Whispering Willow” A girl named Willow helps 20 wolf cubs escape a pet store and then is recruited by a zoo. Pretty soon all of the animals know her as Whisper. Based on a dream. (Cool. another animal whisperer.)

“The Invasion of Our Minds” Little black aliens invade Earth and only one person can stop them: Julia. Based on a dream. (Oh RIGHT! Yeah I remember that.)

“The Marble Island(Possibly a short story?)” Julia goes on a trip to a new marble island only to find the owner turns people into stone figurines. Based on a dream. (Links to the previous story, I think.)

“Have some candy!” Violet, an expert on strange occurrences, needs to help a group of people who mysteriously turned into animals after attempting to grab candy bars from a bin in a local store. Based on a dream. (More animal transformation.)

“The Guide to Mythical Creatures I Made Up” A guide to everything from the Mystic Melody to the Gollan. (I don’t remember either of their designs! :P )

“Trying to Get Back to Mom” Michael and Annabelle meet new friends, while they frantically try to reunite with their mother. (Don’t remember.)

“Surprise of the Future” Pearl travels to the future and has to fight her now-evil brother in his stone mansion. (Not Pearl from SU. Based on a dream.)

“All for You” A man has to overcome many obstacles, such as mermaids, yellow smoke wolves, and magic maps, to save the world and his girl. (Oh yeah, this was a cool one. Based on a song, but I can’t remember which one.)

“The Stranger at the Door” Keith and Amber have lived with their grandmother for many years, but now they live alone and nobody knows. Then a strange girl arrives at the door. She claims they will have to leave town within 2 hours or risk being stuck in a quarantine zone. There will be traffic jams and other hindrances, so it's best to leave right now without taking anything with you. Unsure about everything, including this strange girl, the teenage boy disagrees to the proposal, if all this turns out to be true, this choice will seem foolish. His younger sister does agree. But what if this strange girl can't be trusted. Or what if all this is an elaborate trap. How could an ordinary teenage girl and boy end up in a situation like this. Time to find out. (Oh, a quarantine story? How long ago was this? 2017 I think.)

“The Beginning of the Hybrid Brothers” A backstory that shines a light on how Ralph the Rat-Man and Dr. Discord came to be evil. (YES, MY TWO VILLAINS NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT BUT ARE STILL DEAR TO MY HEART HNNNNNNNG.)

“Unnamed but same as the blank” A girl named, _____, lives in a family of nine. She and her mother are the only ones who aren’t “Morhumals”, or people who can turn into one animal. After the twins mess-up and send a “Morhumals” hunter after them, it is up to ___ and her sister, ____ to rescue them.

“Song of the Siren” ____ is back after her fourteenth birthday. She finally has received her animal and must follow her family to the mythed Siren hideout.

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Paws on my heart

I don’t often feel the need to write personal posts like this, but the time comes every now and then. Today I had to euthanize my sweet kitty Taro. We got him a little over two years ago from a lady who rescues cats. From what she told us, he’d been abandoned after his elderly owner passed away and he was practically starved to death (he may have also been abused by the owner’s son who supposedly threw out all her cats). We didn’t know how long he’d last due to his age (he seemed to be about fifteen years old when we got him) but we decided to try and give him the best life possible in what little time he had left….and for two years, he flourished. After we treated him early on for a bad ear infection (he was deaf, not sure if the infection caused it), he had as much energy as a senior cat could have. He would jump up and down from the bed and the chair, yowl at the outside cats through the screen door, get plenty of lap-sitting time, played in cardboard boxes (his favorite), and he’d even occasionally run around the house with random spurts of energy. He would always get excited when I came home from work and would meow at me, demanding I sit in the chair so he could lay in my lap. He was also very well behaved and never hissed, scratched, or bit. He would let me trim his nails, brush his fur, and clean his ears (he actually enjoyed the latter two). Since he was deaf, I found that I could point to things or wave to him and he would follow. He was a big time rubber too and would rub his head all over my head, hand, shoulder, the corner of the table, whatever he could get a hold of. He would do other silly things too like lay on my back when I’d lie on my stomach on my bed, open the kitchen cabinets for no apparent reason, and explore my room closet whenever I’d open it.

Everything was fine with him until just a couple weeks ago when he got sick very suddenly. His hind legs had always been a little weak but it never stopped him from doing normal activities. We figured it was due to his old age and the fact that he was so malnourished before we adopted him. But all of a sudden, in just a few days’ time, his legs got weaker and weaker, to the point where he couldn’t even walk. He started eating less and less and would only drink a little milk and cat food gravy if we held it right under his mouth (since he couldn’t walk to his bowls). I wish I knew why he suddenly declined so fast…he doesn’t go outside so did he have an accident and hurt himself in the house and we didn’t know about it? Or did underlying ailments from before we adopted him suddenly catch up with him? After the vet examined him on Tuesday, we found out that he had severe back pain that carried into his legs. His options were limited due to his age so she gave him a steroid shot, fluids, and prescribed pain and anti-inflammatory medicine. I started getting hopeful that he’d feel better and live a bit longer with all this treatment. But unfortunately my hopes were immediately dashed when he showed no improvement. Even after a few doses of the medicine and shot, he was still in pain and couldn’t walk, and he stopped eating and drinking completely. He just spent all day laying in his cat bed and would only leave to painfully hobble over to the litter box if he could make it, or would just pee on the floor if he couldn’t. It was horrible watching him attempt to poop only to fail and then collapse a few seconds later because it was too exhausting to hold himself up. Even when we tried to pick him up, if he wasn’t in the right position he would cry out in pain. It was so sad seeing him look longingly at food or the bed, being so confused about why he couldn’t do the things he used to. Since he was so old, we couldn’t put him through surgeries, hospital stays, and major testing. Although he still seemed alert and slightly enjoyed pets and belly rubs, he was slowly starving to death and couldn’t move without pain…his quality of life was no good, so we had to make the decision to euthanize him.

I’ve had lots of loving cats put down in my life. I’m trying to understand why this one is making me especially sad. I think it’s because for all of my other cats, I had them for a much longer length of time, and also, I had many other cats at the same time, so even when one passed away there were others left to fill the void. The only exception was Toki, the cat we had before Taro, but the difference with her was that we had her for a long sixteen years, and her decline was much slower. Not only did we have Taro for a short two years and three months, but his decline came out of nowhere; for the whole time we had him it was like he was getting younger each day, and then aged rapidly in just a couple weeks. And also, he was more “my” cat. Toki loved both of us but favored my mom a bit more, while Taro favored me. The loving looks he would give me, the constant meowing to try and communicate with me despite being deaf, the boisterous purring as I’d pet him on my lap, having him by my side as I conquered my favorite video games (and when I had emotional outbursts while playing, the way he’d look at me like I was crazy)…these will be terribly missed. Plus he enjoyed my collecting hobby and was always curious about new merch I bought, especially my Frozen stuff and Pokemon plushies.

This past week has been awful – I’ve felt like I’ve been attending a funeral every day. It was hard holding back bouts of tears at work, and will be hard next week knowing that I won’t have his love to look forward to when I come home each day. This heavy sorrow has got me thinking deeply about how this one cat’s life, one tiny little life among the billions of animal and human lives that come and go throughout this big, wide world, has made such an emotional impact on me. It was so short in the scheme of things, but brought me so much love and joy, and now so much sadness. I guess that’s what makes life so painful but so wonderful. And like many other great joys and great sorrows we experience in life, once it’s over it all starts to feel like a dream when enough time goes by, and the intensity of both the happiness and the pain will fade. So I know the grief I’m feeling now will fade in time, but I’ll try my best to hang onto the joy and keep in mind that there are tons of loving cats out there waiting to become part of my life in the years to come. When I eventually have to lose them too, I know I’ll experience this pain again, but having a few weeks of sadness in exchange for the years of love and joy they give is still a very good deal.

*Crossposted from my main blog, Yume Dimension*

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NAME. Rowan Smith AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25 & October 16th, 1995 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Phoenix OCCUPATION. Barkeep FACE CLAIM. Imogen Poots

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: abduction, drugs, death ) Rowan started off her life normal and sweet, her father had never really been in the picture and her mother was on the younger side of things, having a baby at twenty one without much parental support from Rowan’s grandparents. Her mother’s boyfriend had bailed when the pregnancy was announced and it had been her mother and her against the world ever since. Since it was just the female force of the two of them, she rarely asked about her father’s identity, chalking his absence up to just another scared kid and not wanting to upset her mother’s already fragile state. Rowan’s birth was easy, just another Tuesday at New York City general hospital but her life had quickly been picking up its sorrow as she came screaming into the world, and time has taken a strange toll on their life. If questioned, Rowan would answer that she never thought of the shadow of a father that had been, that he simply never crossed her mind and she had better things to put her energy towards but she kept journals from whenever her mother would speak of him and was slowly piecing together the human that made up half of her DNA.

Rowan grew up quick, though she stayed impish in nature. It was natural for a beaming smile with a few loose teeth to adorn her mouth as a child and she collected bandaids on her kneecaps as often as she collected pokemon cards. Life was hard around their household, they always made the bills but barely. Her mother worked as a waitress and a bartender to keep the roof over their home, and the hardworking service atmosphere that her mother worked installed in her a funloving and fierce approach to life that she taught to her daughter, they only had so long in this world and they had to make the most out of all the time they had left. Like most children who have had to watch their parents struggle to make ends meet, Rowan had a certain maturity and wit that came early for her age. There was never a shortage of loud music and laughter in their home, Rowan completing her homework on diner tables as her mom worked hard. Rowan had the ability to make good friends, and she did have some deep friendship bonds with her peers but she was a bit of a lone wolf, trust came harder for her because she had a secret fear that those she loved would one day disappear.

Unfortunately, a terrible thing happened on the eve of Rowan’s nineteen birthday, one of Rowan’s biggest fears was that the people she loved would vanish, and the night before Rowan was meant to turn nineteen that’s exactly what happened to her mother. It was a tradition for her mother to bake cupcakes to celebrate Rowan’s birthday and normally they stayed up all night eating cupcakes and watching whatever movies Rowan choose that night, they celebrated her mother’s birthday in the same way. Only on October 15th as Rowan waited for the noise of familiar keys in the lock, the sunset beginning to turn the sky into beautiful orange and pink colors, a paralyzing fear overcame her ribcage causing a panic attack to be induced in the heart it carried and she knew — her mother wasn’t coming home. The house sounded so empty with just Rowan to fill it that it ached. When the tears had finally dried and her breath had resided to normal did she found the strength to pick herself up off the couch and leave their apartment, her birthday completely forgotten in her mind and filed a missing person report for her mother.

The world turned cold for Rowan for a while, alone in the world she had to figure out a way to make ends meet and to ensure the roof stayed above her head. She began to work as a dishwasher in the very diner that her mom had vanished from and applied for any odd jobs that came up. Her hard-working mother had made Rowan get a job at sixteen and luckily she had experience to fill out a resume with, the money she made from whatever jobs she was able to get were barely making ends meet again. One day a coworker who worked as the other dishwasher on days that she had off approached her, he knew of her bad luck and bad situation and offered for her to become a drug dealer just as he was. With very few options on her plate, Rowan agreed to work for them. It started off small, she had a list of loyal clients that simply had to dial her burner phones number and they were in contact with her as a delivery service for recreational marijuana. The extra money was something that she was grateful for but it still wasn’t enough to build a comfortable life so she began to deal harsher and heavier drugs, opening her catalog to acid, mdma and mushrooms. Months went by without any word from her mother and without any incident during the trades, drugs were becoming more mainstream and a small drug dealer was far from the worst problems that the concrete jungle known as New York City had.

The events that changed Rowan’s life seemed to coincide.  Five minutes before a waitress was meant to start her serving shift, she called in sick leaving the diner scrambling for coverage and the other serving staff weren’t picking up their phones. Rowan told her boss not to worry, it was a slow enough day that she could cover serving and doing the dishes. Watching her mother serve as she grew up and practically having the diner be a second home for her, it was something she had the experience to pull off. It was a stressful day but one that passed without much disturbance, the only odd customer that really stood out in her mind was a man with yellow eyes that she served a slice of apple pie too. It was common for Rowan to make conversation with her costumers, chatting with them distracted her from the ever-present kitchen drama and if she was lucky provided her with better tips. She talked for a while with the man with yellow eyes, discussing dreams of travel and something better than where she was, he listened patiently and thanked her for her kind spirit. A compliment that warmed her heart and she was grateful for his respectful treatment of her as she served him.

When the shift was over, her dish-washing coworker approached her again. He was pissed because one of the drivers had flaked on his shift and Rowan couldn’t help the small simper, expected and used to the world in which people in her line of work commonly quit without notice. She agreed to take the job for him, although it was a higher job than she normally carried out. This time she was to carry cocaine and ketamine, still in the realm of party drugs and she figured the payout would be worth it. Her delivery was scheduled for an apartment in Brooklyn, not too far away from where she was living. After a couple of subway stops, she had arrived at her destination, the apartment door was located far into a dark alley and all she simply had to do was knock. She showed no fear for growing up in New York City, she was used to shady places and back alleyways. Rowan was however surprised by the stranger’s presence in the alleyway, one second he was there when there had been no trace of him just minutes prior. There was a dark desperate look in his eyes and when he pulled the handgun, there was not enough time for the prayers to leave Rowan’s lips before the sharp pain hit her ribs, a scream left her lungs in that instant as the dark blossoming blood began to stain her shirt where the bullet had entered. Gasping mewls were all that could be heard as Rowan collapsed to the pavement, panic and fear overriding her senses that she would bleed out and die on the streets of New York, accomplishing nothing and being nothing more than another statistic. The stranger stole the drugs that Rowan was carrying, oddly enough knowing that she carried them.

As her unblinking eyes stared up at the sky above her, believing it to be the last time she would ever see the sun, a man came into her vision. The man from the diner with the yellow eyes was the last thing Rowan saw as she lost consciousness. Hours later she awoke in a mysterious apartment and in the company of the yellow-eyed man, he introduced himself as the creator of phoenixes and explained to her that she was now one of his creations, a firebird like himself and something a little bit like hope ignited in Rowan. He explained that this city was not the place for her, and there was a town in which she was needed and that he needed the help of the phoenixes to determine the identity of his sister’s killer and with his words, Rowan booked a one-way ticket to Corinth Bay.

PERSONALITY

+ kind, adventuresome, resilient - impish, damaged, lonely

PLAYED BY AMY. PST. She/Her.

[natsubeatsrock]

10 Things I Enjoyed in 2020 that Aren’t Fairy Tail

Well... it’s almost over? With all the crazy stuff that’s happened this year, it’s hard to remember that there were some good things to come from this year. So instead of 7, here’s 10 things I enjoyed throughout this year.

#10. Sonic the Hedgehog

Not unlike many people, this would be the last film that came out this year I would see in theaters before everything shut down earlier this year. While I have gone out to watch movies throughout this year since, this happens to be the only movie I’ve been looking forward to that came out this year. Since the release of Detective Pikachu last year, the fraught history of video game movies has started to look a lot better. For all intents and purposes, I think this film is better than that one, and I’m a much bigger fan of Pokemon than Sonic. If certain spoilers are a sign of anything, a future sequel will be interesting to see and greatly anticipated.

#9. Pokemon Ranger: Shadows of Almia

One of the blessings-in-disguise of being locked down with extra money is the ability to get and enjoy things you haven’t gotten the opportunity to before. In my case, I was able to play through some of the Pokemon games I’ve been waiting to play through. My favorite of the bunch has been the second installment of the Pokemon Ranger series. The Ranger games have been greatly underrated and overlooked by fans. I was reintroduced to the original last Christmas and believe it to be a solid game, but this easily blows it out of the water. While this year also marked the sad end of the 3DS cycle, I’m glad that this game came my way.

#8. 42

With the unfortunate passing of its lead actor, Chadwick Boseman, and the racial tensions which came to a head after the death of George Floyd, it makes sense theaters would reopen with this movie. Jackie Robinson’s story is one that’s interested me as the talks of integration and racism have gone on this year. He became the first African American MLB player because of both his talent on the field and his character off it. He wasn’t just skilled in stealing bases. He didn’t allow the anger he rightly felt towards racism control him.

#7. Bakuman

The famed writer and artist duo behind Death Note teamed up to deliver another smash hit manga for Weekly Shonen Jump. This time, about... a writer and artist duo who team up to make a name for themselves by delivering a smash hit manga to Weekly Shonen Jump. As I read Bakuman, I was struck with the genius of its construction. It’s one thing to read the information about Shueisha and WSJ this series shares in a book. It’s another for that information to be shared within the confines that the series itself describes. Special shout-outs go to Ayakashi Triangle and Phantom Seer which started in WSJ this year.

#6. Power Girl: Power Trip

Oh? Were you perhaps expecting to see some other female character owned by Detective Comics Comics who graced the silver screen take this spot? Well, maybe next year, depending on how things go. I love my comic book heroes with healthy doses of snark and existential crisis. While I might have gone in expecting the former, I wasn’t expecting the latter as much. If you know about Power Girl, you may know about her famous “boob window“, which is in lieu of a real symbol. It turns out that she was originally thought to be Superman’s cousin, but has recently been proven to be otherwise. I’m not so against DC that I’m unwilling to admit when they make books that I like.

#5. Carole and Tuesday

Carole and Tuesday holds a special spot as becoming the latest 10/10 anime I’ve seen. This is easily one of the most diverse anime that I’ve ever seen. It’s not just a matter of showing people of different walks of life, ethnicities, and sexual orientations. It’s also showing artists different music styles from folk to jazz to rap to electronic to new age to operatic rap. And none of it feels forced or unnatural, though some of it might come off as offensive. If you’re on as big a planet as Mars, you’ll expect to see all kinds of people and hear all kinds of music as long as you’re willing to listen. Shinichiro Wantanabe is one of anime’s best directors and this might be his best work yet.

#4. Lupin III: The First

If you told me a few years ago that one of the best anime movies would be a fully CGI film, I would have looked at you like you were insane. Nevertheless, this movie exists. I was skeptical about the idea of a fully CGI movie for a character like this. But when I saw a clip from the movie, I could tell they knew what they were doing. This movie is by no means anywhere as good looking as Spiderverse, but it looks amazing in its own right. Content wise, this serves as a great heist film for anyone regardless of proximity to the series. Arsene Lupin III makes  It makes a fine introduction to the world of one of anime’s most longstanding series, and a good launching point for his earlier antics. Props to Weathering to You for keeping this slot warm. (Ironic considering things...)

#3. John Byrne’s run on Sensational She-Hulk

So I wasn’t going to say this talking about Power Trip, but I need to say this here. American comics are at a weird spot. In attempts to reach a wider audience, they’re not doing a great job of keeping the fans they have. Or make actually new ones. The current run of Savage She-Hulk has been no exception to this. Though it wasn’t always like this and John Byrne’s runs on Sensational She-Hulk is proof positive. Byrne took Jennifer Walters with more fun than I’ve seen any author write any comic book with. This especially shows in one of the more notable abilities of She-Hulk, breaking the fourth wall. I was very worried when I heard Marvel Studios was going to do a series with Shulkie. But with this as inspiration, maybe there’s hope for this project after all. (Please be good!)

#2. Burn the Witch

Tite Kubo is back, baby! This spot doesn’t go to any of the sets of chapters to be published in Shonen Jump. Rather, his collaboration with Studio Colorido is my choice for anime of the year. Burn the Witch tells the story of a different Soul Society than Bleach fans may be familiar with. It’s almost cheating to compare this mid-length film to the other shows to come out this year, even if it was broken up into three episodes for streaming sites. However, film or otherwise, no other anime grabbed my attention as much as this did. This also marks the best anime from WSJ I’ve seen this year. Surely I’m not forgetting anything big to come out recently in saying this, especially from this year with everything that got delayed. Honorable mentions go to TONIKAWA: Under the Moon, Bofuri, BNA, Keep Your Hands off Eizouken!, and Misfit of Demon King Academy for nearly taking my spot.

#1. Skullgirls

This year has been a tough year for a lot of people, companies, and fandoms. Though, I’d be hard pressed to think of a fandom that has had a worse year than this indie fighter. One of its founders was revealed to be terrible, one of its parent companies went under, and a prime opportunity for the spotlight in EVO Online being cancelled, it wouldn’t be a mistake to say things aren’t going well. Thankfully, the fans and dev team have done everything they can to keep this game alive before and that didn’t stop this year. It feels somewhat on-brand for this series to have survived the kinds of situations that would normally kill a game off. This game would have made the top spot by virtue of being the most fun game I played this year. I’m proud to put it at this spot knowing everything that’s surrounded it this year.

For extra honorable mentions, Pokemon’s seventh generation of games, especially the Ultra versions, were fun to finally experience and they have the best stories of the 3DS era of Pokemon. Cobra Kai was a fun series and almost definitely would be here if I were more emotionally attached to the Karate Kid series. I rewatched Neon Genesis Evangelion and it’s better than I remembered originally. Finally, I’d move heaven and earth to add Oregairu or Hilda on this list, considering new seasons came out this year, but I know better.

As usual, check my list for EZ, which also has 10 things, and be glad we’re almost done with this year. See you!

[avengerscompound]

Mixology - False Starts

Mixology - A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count:  2476

Series Warnings:  Angst, Character death, Breaking up and making up, past trauma, pregnancy, talk of abortion, smut (vaginal sex, fingering, other things)

Synopsis:   Steve Rogers comes into your bar and after a night of flirting you take him home.  When he leaves the next day you never expect to see him again.

A/N:  This fic was written pre-Infinity War.  So while it follows canon for a while, it then veers off wildly at the end.

False Starts

You wake in an unfamiliar room.  Sun seeps through the edges of the curtains and you blink your eyes.  You’re alone.  This never happens.  Normally when you ‘sleep’ with a guy there is never any actual sleep involved.  If you go back to their place you never stay over.  You’ll let them sleep at yours if they want, but you always wake up in your own bed.  

You didn’t even have sex last night though.  It wasn’t even technically last night.  The sun was already coming up with you hopped in bed with Steve Rogers.  God knows what time it is now.  

You sit up unsure what to do.  This isn’t his house.  This is the Avengers Tower.  You can’t just go walking through the building in his t-shirt hoping he can point you to a shower.

A voice fills the room.  It’s English and male and scares the shit out of you.

“Good morning.  Captain Rogers requested that I inform you that he has gone to work.  I have paged him to return to his room.  He should be here momentarily.”  It says.

“Where the fuck are you?  Have you been spying on me?”  You yelp, pulling up the covers to your chin.  

“Do not be alarmed.  I am JARVIS.  I am simply the building AI.  Captain Rogers wished that I inform you that the bathroom is through here.”  A light turns on in a room attached to this one and the door falls open.  “He has left a toothbrush and clean towels for your use.  If you would like to meet him in the living room when you’re done, he will be waiting for you in there.”

You hesitantly climb out of bed and head into the bathroom.  You shower and brush your teeth, redress in the clothes you had on last night and grab your handbag before going to find Steve.

You don’t have to look far.  You walk through the door and see him in the kitchen preparing coffee using a french press.  A redhead dressed in black and red sits at the counter talking to him.  Steve turns when he hears the door and smiles.

“Afternoon, sleepy head.”  He says.

You approach him and he wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a quick peck on the lips.  “What time is it?”  

“It’s three.”

“Dude, you should have woken me.  I charge by the hour.”  You tease.

The redhead starts laughing and Steve nudges you with his elbow.  “And here I am without my checkbook.”  He gestures to the woman behind the counter.  “This is Natasha.  Natasha, this is my friend Y/N.”

“Friend?”  Natasha asks, her eyebrow raised.

“Hey if he’s paying, I’ll be whatever he wants me to be.”  

“Cut it out, you.  You’re not going to embarrass me.”  Steve says.  He seems so much lighter and relaxed than last night.  Like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.  “Do you want some coffee?  Something to eat?”

You shake your head.  “I really have to go. I’ve got work in a couple of hours and I gotta go home and change and then come all the way back out here again.”

“You have to eat something.”

“Don’t worry, dad.  I’ll grab a pierogi or something at the subway.”  You say.  You turn to Natasha.  “Nice to meet you.”  

“I hope I’ll see you around more,”  Natasha said.  

You shrug and rub your thumb back and forth over your index and middle fingers.

She laughs and you head to the elevator.  Steve follows you taking your hand in his.  The elevator opens and you step inside.  

“This was a very long elevator ride from memory.”  You say, walking your fingers up Steve’s chest.  

“It was, wasn’t it?”  He says, taking a step towards you. He leans into you but just as his lips are about to touch yours the elevator comes to a halt and several people enter.  They greet Steve with nods and murmurs of ‘cap’ and then all turn to face the door.  You move so you’re also facing the door, but you press yourself against Steve.  You put both your hands behind your back and start teasing his cock through his pants.  

He grabs your hands and moves them wrapping both his and your arms around your midriff.

He walks you to the front doors and pulls you to the side, kissing you.  The fact that neither of you is particularly fond of PDA goes right out the window.  You give yourself to it.  Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and melting into him.  

“I want you to stay.  Go back upstairs and make up for lost time.”  Steve growls.

“Mmm… me too.”  You breathe.  “But I’ve got bills to pay.  We’ll do this later.”  You pull a pen out of your handbag and take his hand you write your phone number down his thumb.

“When do you think I can see you again?”  He asks as you’re writing.  

“I have work all this week.  I can maybe see you for a bit during the day.  Or come meet you after, but it would be really late.”  You answer.

“No.  I want to do this properly.  I want us to date.  Not just fool around.”  Steve says.  

“I have Monday and Tuesday off.”  You offer.

He cups your cheek in his hand and runs his thumb along your jaw.  “I may be going out on a mission.  I’ll call you okay?   Don’t run off on me.”  

You kiss him.  Just softly.  Your lips barely brushing his. “I won’t.  Can’t afford to.”

It’s weeks before you’re able to come anywhere near being able to organize a day when both of you are free that could accommodate a date.  You have work, he’s out doing something.  Probably saving the world.  That’s what he does.  You seriously consider just showing up to Avengers Tower after work and skipping the dating thing.  You almost do, and then remember it’s not like you can throw a rock at his window and get him to let you in.  So you don’t.

You text each other regularly for a while.  That is until you start overthinking it.  The fact you can’t coordinate a day to get together seems to be a sign.  It isn’t meant to be.  You aren’t good enough for someone like him.  The world is keeping you apart so that you don’t drag him down into the shit bag that you call a life.

You stop texting him back.  He tries to call you a few times.  He leaves voice mails.  They sound terrified and they break your heart but you tell yourself that he’s better off without you.

You start to just mope around your apartment getting under your roommate’s feet.  If you could afford to move you would.  You consider maybe just not going far.  If you could find a job in Boston maybe you could afford that move.  You start casting the net out to see.  In the meantime, you just spend all day in your pajamas eating Doritos and watching infomercials.  You only leave the house to work or buy food.

On your day off you sit around in your Pokemon onesie staring blankly at the TV.  There’s a knock on the door and you don’t move to answer it.  Your roommate, Lizzie makes a frustrated groan and gets up.  She returns a moment later looking a little dazed.

“Captain America is at the door asking for you.”  She says.

You look down at yourself and try and figure out if jumping from a third-floor window would kill or seriously injure you and if either of those would be preferable than Steve seeing you dressed as Pikachu.  

You go to the door.

He looks at you with his brow furrowed, a scowl on his face.  “Good, you’re alive.  Just needed to make sure.”  He says, and turns on his heels and starts striding away.

You hop from one foot to the other.  You’re in footie pajamas.  How far is he going to make you chase him in them?  You decide you don’t care and take off after him.

“Steve.  Stop!  Please.”  You call jogging after him.  You catch his elbow and he shakes you off.

“Forget it. I thought there was something there.  You didn’t.  I get it.  That’s always how it is for me.”  He says.  He starts taking the stairs two at a time and you have to run to keep up with him.

“Steve.  I’m sorry.  I’m an idiot okay?  I - I thought …”

Steve stops in the stairwell and turns on you.  You collide with him and stumble backward.  “You asked me not to hurt you.  I didn’t think I needed to specify that you shouldn’t hurt me either.”

You reach for him and he pushes your hand away.  “I just - I thought that …”. You stammer.

“I thought you were dead.  Is what you thought worse than that?”  He snaps.

You shake your head and look at your feet.

“Every person who has ever seen me.  Really actually seen Steve Rogers has died or has been taken away from me.  The first person I trust …” He shakes his head.

You start crying.  Not for yourself.  For him.  For what you just did to him.  “You’re right.  I wasn’t worthy of you.  You shouldn’t have trusted me.”

“Why?  Why would you do this to me?”  He asks.  The pain drips of his words.  You hate that you’re the cause of them.

“I don’t know how to do this.  I thought the fact we couldn’t find a time was the world showing me I wasn’t enough for you.”  You say.  Saying the words out loud makes you realize how stupid they sound.  “Oh god!  I’m so sorry.”  

You fall into him and for a brief moment, you aren’t even sure he’ll catch you.  His arms wrap around you, dragging you into a hug that envelops you.

“Can we please go on that date?”  He asks.

You look up into his blue eyes.  “You still want to?”

“God help me, but yes.  I do.”  

You lead him back upstairs and to your apartment.  You go straight to your bedroom shutting the door behind you so that you don’t have to field questions from Lizzie.

“Wait here for me.  I need to shower.”  You say.  “Unless you want to join me?”

Steve shakes his head and you go shower.  When you get back, Steve is poking around your room.  “You don’t have any photos or books.  Nothing personal.  I didn’t notice that last time.”  He says.

You shrug.  “I keep it online.  That stuff is too hard to take places with me.  I just have  clothes.”

You walk up behind him and start rubbing your hands up and down his back.  Something in the way he’s holding himself shifts.  He relaxes more.  The stiff, straight-backed Captain America starts to slide away, being replaced by the more relaxed, slightly awkward, happier Steve Rogers.

Your hands press down harder.  You work your fingers into the muscles of his back.  He’s holding so much tension that as you drag your thumbs over his flesh it clicks.  He lets you massage him and you start to nuzzle at his back.  Your hand travels down and you untuck his shirt from his pants.

He turns on you and takes your hands in his.  “Date.”  He says.

You stand on your tiptoes and start to place little kisses down the side of his neck.  “It’s only just 12.  We can do this first.  Then grab some lunch.”  You move your mouth to his and kiss the corner of his mouth.  

“This comes after the date.”  He says before returning the kiss.  He lets your wrists go and you move your hands to his chest.  You slide them down stopping them at his belt.  You start to toy with it and when he makes no move to stop you, you start to unbuckle it.

He walks you back towards the bed and unhooks your towel and you let it fall on the floor before you drop down on your mattress.

Steve kisses a trail down your body, sucking and nipping at your skin.  His tongue draws circles on you as he moves closer and closer to your pussy.  When he reaches your stomach you fall backward and he spreads your legs and lifts them on his shoulders.

He moves his face to your pussy.  His nose touches your folds a split second before you feel his tongue swirl around the entrance to your cunt.  He laps upward and your body twitches and then spasms as you feel first his nose glides over your clit and then his tongue press down on it.  

He focuses his tongue on your clit.  You close your eyes and your hands go to his hair.  As he licks and nips and sucks at that little bundle of nerves, you feel yourself starting to come apart.  You grab a pillow and pull it over your face to muffle the sounds you’re making.  Pressure builds inside of you as your skin prickles all over.  

“Fuck, Steve.  Please.  Please.  I need you.”  You plead.

Steve sits back on his heels and pushes his middle finger into your cunt.  He curls it inside of you, stroking it along your g-spot as he uses his thumb to roll over your clit.  “As much as I like to hear that.  It’s not happening, darlin’.”  He says.  

“Please, Steve.”  You beg.  “I need you inside of me.”

He chuckles.  “I’ll never get over how forward women are these days.  I really like it.  It worried me at first.  I thought there was no way I could keep up.  Turns out, I really like women who know what they want.  I always have.  They make up for my shortfalls.  Teach me things that I wouldn’t otherwise know.”  Another finger joins the first and he corkscrews them inside of you.  “The thing is, in this instance you’re wrong.  The only part of me you need to get what you want is my fingers.  Shall I show you?”

“Oh god, please.”  You cry, arching off the mattress.

He brings his other hand up and his fingers work your clit.  Meanwhile, he keeps moving his fingers inside of you side to side.  He curls them as he does and when his knuckles hit your g-spot you gasp and he presses down hard.  You come.  Your orgasm taking complete hold of you.  You smother your cries with the pillow as your body bucks, your legs clamping down around his head.  

Steve pulls away and gets up.

“Holy shit.”  You pant, relaxing back.   You feel spent.  

“Holy shit, indeed.  Now please get dressed so we can go out.”  He says, heading to the bathroom.

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