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[ragnarokhound]

For the au ask game!

OKAY I wanted specifically to get to the pokemon au from the ask you sent, it's been cooking a bit so it's time to see what comes out of the oven, so... @azol-otl ty for the ask!

Crossover au's are all about the fused worldbuilding for me and speculating on how characters from universe A would fit into universe B heehee hoohoo - and for Batfam especially it's fun to think about the equivalent of their roles as vigilantes! What kind of people have the same level of celebrity, the same sideways seeking of justice?

Naturally this leads you to the gym leaders because a) it's the most fun and b) they are like. Quasi-law enforcement/educators/professional athletes depending on how you try to translate the innate child's perspective on the pokemon universe into something that makes sense as an adult lol ilu pokemon. [insert 'compels me though' gif here]

SO with this in mind, here's 5 fun facts (that are mostly backstory lmao) from a jaytim pokemon au I would write

I'm deeply ill about pokemon so this one goes under the cut lol:

Jason Todd used to be the Champion. He won the role after Dick Grayson quit a year or two before (Dick had been getting older and chafing under the League rules - meaning he'd been chafing under how Bruce ran the League) and was a fierce competitor who didn't believe in going easy on anyone. His Houndoom was a force to be reckoned with, and despite running a mostly Dark-type team, his Honchkrow cleaned up anyone thinking their Fighting-types could sweep. He looked after the League and Gotham with a cocky, self-assured attitude and the win record to back it up. .

Jason disappeared suddenly at the age of 15. Many assumed him dead, after a Rocket (Or whatever Gotham themed gang name we want to go with lol could be Team Joker) bombing in the area he'd last been seen, but he's officially declared missing. Bruce Wayne took back the duties of interim Champion as he once did for Dick Grayson, but he's not quite the mentor he once was. It's obvious he's grieving, and that he doesn't want to mentor any more twelve year olds. Dick signed up to be a Gym Leader shortly after this, returning from his trip about a year early to help out in the chaos following Jason's disappearance. .

Enter Tim Drake. Tim's gym challenge wasn't all that interesting in the circuit at first; he had a rocky start and had to retake a few gym challenges. He wasn't exactly sweeping on his first try every time like Jason had done. He didn't have the meteoric rise that caught the Champion's attention early, didn't get one-on-one mentorship or face-to-face meetings, cautionary advice and congratulations all rolled into one from Bruce Wayne himself - but Tim had patience and grit, and he paid attention. He was gunning for the Championship, and it wasn't just so he could prove himself. Team Rocket/Joker was still out there, and Bruce needed all the help he could get. He was always better for Gotham when he had a Robin. .

Dick had been nicknamed Robin for his all-Flying-type team and especially his Natu-then-Xatu; Jason followed up with his Murkrow-then-Honchkrow; Tim's Rookidee was one among many (Robin-esque pokemon were popularized by Dick and the trend remains through Tim's day) so he wasn't considered a possible Robin successor until it was a Corvisquire and he was about to face Dick Grayson himself, a badge away from Victory Road. By then, Tim and his team were a well-oiled machine (he runs mostly Steel-types lol but also Normal-types for the unexpected adaptability and the 'underestimate my rattata i dare you it's in the top peRCENTAGE--' of it all. FEAR.), and his loss-record had all but frozen while his win-record ticked higher and higher. .

Shit finally goes down about three years after Tim has become Champion and all but bullied Bruce into mentoring him (he basically said 'if you don't watch me, i'll go find Team Rocket/Joker on my own' and triggers all of Bruce's child endangerment traumas simultaneously) and the mysterious Rocket/Joker leader Red Hood shows up, bringing the gang out of the shadows in pursuit of a hidden agenda. Identity shenanigans and "wait is that a Houndoom? But he's only been using Ghost-types, it CAN'T be..." and heel-face turns abound. .

(BONUS FACT: Something something, Jason went into deep cover with Looker or whoever he is, that Interpol guy from X & Y (WAIT. LOOKER MIGHT ACTUALLY BE TALIA AL GHUL IN THIS AU HOHOHO), infiltrating the Rocket/Joker gang and going public as Red Hood is the first step in the last phase of the sting. Cue a million tense Jaytim interactions in which Tim is legitimately trying to take Red Hood down and Jason desperately tries to shake him so that he doesn't do anything that forces Jason to blow his cover. There is at least one 'tugged into a tight space to hide them both from the actual bad guys, "wait, did you just HELP me...?" "Think whatever you want, babybird"' interaction because I am a slut for the first sprinkles of a redemption arc that is rife with UST fufufu)

[pharmanic]

"I stole some of your cigarettes... They're ass, by the way."

"You're lucky I'm a medic cuz im about to kick your aft so hard, when you wake up your paint is gonna be out of style."

[pridewaited]

some tag drops, i might change them up

also like this post if you want to have a relationship tag, i know it's been years since i've been here but i still remember my peeps

(some of you have no choice actually)

[quartzhearted]

[sunburns]

"Morion...kindly help me..." In the most soggy miserable cat face possible. He's red all over like a lobster. "I have to stay under the sunlight to watch the students but....I fear I am going to end up toasted at this rate. Please help me..."

ahh, summer!

the beach is a luxury morion does not know quite well yet. brodia's mountains and high elevation meant little time to experience the sea, so being out and around the salty ocean is more excitement than he can possibly comprehend in the moment. there's weird rocks here! there's Minerals!! THERE'S BURGERS!!!!!

there's friends as well, which is one of the more exciting bits---but when lambert comes to him almost glowing from how sunburnt he is, morion has to hold back a cross between a horrified gasp and a bark of laughter. "holy hell, brother, what happened to you?!" he ekes out in the noise's place. "dragons, it's like they set ya on fire!"

he sets down the bag he was carrying and starts pulling random 'just-in-case's he'd packed: a towel, some sunglasses, a rock, another towel. finally he grabs it---a bottle of soothing ointment! "good thing i brought some o' this. the people in the infirmary said it was good for burns, so i took some in case any of the students needed it."

popping the cap off, he squirts a generous amount on his hands before handing lambert the rest of the bottle. "i'll get yer back since it's hard to reach. you can handle the rest if ya want!"

[cherubchoirs]

What if during the Gabe and Micheal fight V1 was serveraly injured by Michael?

Like the fight originally wasn't Gabe vs. Michael but it was Micheal vs. V1

After all the shits that's happened in hell and the fall of his brother, he wants to avenge his brothers memory by killing the thing that made him fall.

In this action he's thinking "gabe is gonna hate me for this but he needs it"

Granted V1 could totally beat Michaels ass he probably just caught him off guard and when he was low on blood.

michael likely would give v1 a pretty good fight - i tend to think that gabriel is an equal match for it with many of their sparring sessions being his win, i just like to think that v1 is particularly troublesome when one has no experience as it learns EXTREMELY quickly (beat it in a minute or it'll never happen!!) and it has an instant blood-healing mechanism. in that sense, michael would equal it as well as he's pretty similar in strength and skill to gabriel, BUT he's got a couple advantages that help level the playing field despite this being a first encounter, chief among them how he engages it with little warning already enraged. complicating this is the fact that michael is naturally very adept at harnessing his wrath as an advantage in battle rather than a detriment, so i think enraging sends him into a radiant state...which isn't a great set-up for a machine that's likely just rooting around for some soul orbs.

thankfully for v1, it's extremely difficult to actually catch it fully off-guard - it's learning about michael from the first move he makes, knowing he's a supreme angel like gabe but instantly scrapping much of its data to start from a clean slate. because he doesn't fight like gabriel. gabriel has a serene elegance to his fighting style, a grace in his movements that treats battle like a dance, and he LOVES to talk (being god's messenger puts a lot of words in his mouth). michael is a sharp contrast to that, entirely silent as he moves in vicious, staccato movements that reek of a brutal efficiency and a single desire to end the battle. whereas gabriel delights in the fight itself, michael is clearly only concerned about the victory. v1 can appreciate it for its distinct, cutting brutality, but it becomes an increasing issue that michael is an entirely foreign combatant with a very unique strategy - every so often, he seems to entirely change his fighting style. v1 knows there are always patterns, idiosyncrasies that betray an individual, but michael's are incredibly difficult to pin down in the limited time it knows it has. and so he continually resets its learning, frustrating its ai in a way that's paradoxically thrilling for it, but it knows now isn't the time. it decides to follow mike's lead instead, attempting to end the battle as soon as it can, but another problem arises that finally trips its alarms - michael's blood doesn't seem to work very well. it does repair it in some capacity, but it's about half as effective as it should be, similar in many respects to the old blood that runs in rivers through hell. put all that together, and v1 could easily make a mistake that turns disastrous.

michael knows he's doing a terrible thing to gabriel, but he would do anything in service to his brothers, and he would fully believe that playing the villain now is necessary. to him this is sickness, perversion, to love an object that michael believes has no sentience and certainly has no soul, marks the full degradation of gabriel. again, it is his fault. gabriel's faith had always wavered, and being worked to death by a heretical council has completely decayed his morals, with v1 the object of that fall. there is something selfish in michael, a part of him knowing he does this because if he eliminates this idol, perhaps gabriel could repent. maybe he can use purgatory to heal him, to save him, to pull a fallen angel back from the depths of treachery and restore him to his former glory. it's an abominable thought, he knows it's wrong, but if he can gather gabriel back into the fold, back to heaven and to himself, maybe his life lingering on like this still has value. it pushes him ever forward in battle against a machine far more capable than he would have thought, but god tempered him to fight anything in hell, in merciless pursuit that burned through his own divine fire. his strength is similar to that of gabriel's, but it has been honed for a singular purpose.

v1 knows when a fight is lost, michael has learned much the way it does (cheater!!) and he sees what it protects, he begins quickly to tear into its exposed blood ports (bullshit prototype). v1 is forced to be defensive, something it's much less adept at, but again michael sees just how it curls in on itself - while he likely gets nails driven right into his face for it, he grabs hold and rips open its chest plate. v1's very mind. it screeches at him so loudly it's actually disorienting, but there is nothing it can do with damaged insulation even as the blast of absolute zero instantly freezes michael's dead hands. the temperature is immediately too high, the particles kept in stasis suddenly moving at unimaginable speed and instantly destroying v1's ability to move, to think, to exist. a split second of its hud flashing garbled nonsense in dire warning before it all cuts offline, but by then gabriel's virtues have fetched him, begging him to come help. and a fallen angel at full strength, now blindingly enraged, isn't going to go well for a michael that's just struggled against the scourge of hell, especially when the fight would need to be much more delicate considering he's done all of this to save gabriel. but he can't understand. not now. but gabe doesn't really give two shits when mike simply vanishes, because he's not the priority and in fact would just be a waste of time.

because v1 is bled out on the floor, its body torn open with its computer exposed as its refrigerator desperately blasts out frigid air on emergency power. without thinking, gabriel takes what's left of his wings, ripping out his tortured feathers in shocks of agony that should render him motionless, and packs them inside v1's computer in delicate urgency. deathly cold, burning his own hypothermic body but just right for v1's needs, before he's done enough and can quickly switch to clawing up his own arms for the blood it now needs. it's all quick fixes, enough to hopefully keep it sustained until he can get it somewhere safe and he can revive it. because it's still intact enough and he knows it can live (v2 proved how surprisingly hardy they can be) but BOY if this wouldn't piss him off to an extreme extent with michael. like gabriel would know, in a calm mind detached from his personal feelings, that michael was doing what he thought right...but what does that matter when he's so willing to hurt the undeserving (like the ferryman) or those he loves? tbh between something like this and the ferryman, if mike returned too soon afterward they could get into a fight they both REALLY regret.

[digitalpocketandmore]

Hey Leon, Raihan, any dirty fantasies about Kaia?

"Mmm~....Well, I have quite a few. Considering we both have OFs, I figured we could have a few that might have some cosplays. Although seeing her in a french maid's outfit would be sexy. What'cha think, champion? What's your fantasy with our girl~?"

"W-why you gotta be so blunt about it, huh?! B-Besides, ah...I dunno? N-Never really thought that far ahead. B-Because she's really cute and sweet and...I dunno!"

[txmehunting]

It is a nice costume, Selena decides, disregarding the person wearing it. He is both familiar and not—because they had never met proper, but Selena feels as though she must’ve heard of him, somehow. (Perhaps he was a part of the Academy? Though certainly of another house–)

“Hello.” (She isn’t quite certain how to start the conversation, seeing as he seemed…)

(Well. Interesting, to say the least.)

A long pause before she vaguely waves towards some distant houses.

“Would you be interested in trick-or-treating with me?”

sennō finally has enough magic in him to restore the bits and pieces of his tattered costume. a brush of fingers over holes and rips; cloth mends itself on command, dents push out and away, restored by invisible hands. it is only partially illusion, but he knows precisely how to fix each piece. it is not difficult to do.

his costume no longer runs as ragged as his face does ( but he knows no faith spells to fix the damage ). he can go out and mill around without drawing too much attention; bruises are easily hidden under his thick kimono, anyways. he pulls in only a few eyes for the phantom-likeness of his outfit, but that is an amount sennō is used to. he moves from his corner, pleased that he no longer looks like the lead weight he feels.

a woman approaches him---a woman he does not know, to be more precise, which almost surprises him. the only people to talk to him were those who had already spoken with him before; to have a total stranger strike up conversation is unheard of. first time for everything, he supposes.

they stare at each other for a little while. he doesn't say much to her when she greets him, and it would seem she has nothing to say afterwards. sennō is the king of weird and awkward silences, so this does not faze him. when she finally points to some houses in the distance, however...

he's only got two of the required three. another couldn't hurt.

" if you are that much in need of a partner, " he huffs, fidgeting lightly with his newly-repaired hat, " then i have little choice in the matter. " he has plenty of choice. he just doesn't want to get stuck out without a third. " fine. let us be off. "

[diivineray]

[WOUND]: after the Pei Ming has been wounded, Yang Jian tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

                 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ ―The general's vision blurred as waves of pain coursed through his body, making it difficult for him to piece together the events leading up to this critical moment. He vividly remembered putting himself in harm's way, taking the brunt of an explosive impact to shield someone from its devastating blast. As he lay there, unable to move or even lift his head, he couldn't shake the uncertainty about the well-being of the person he had tried to protect. In the midst of the agony, a haunting question lingered in his mind: was this the end for him? 

                 The deafening blast of the bomb still echoed in his ears, reverberating against the sturdy gold of his helmet. It felt as though the sound waves were causing his head to throb with intense pain. He attempted to assess the extent of his injuries by trying to move his muscles, but every attempt resulted in minimal progress. His entire body throbbed with pain as he struggled to shift, and the cumbersome weight of his armor only added to his discomfort.

                Pei Ming's eyelids drooped as a gentle wave of drowsiness washed over him, pulling at his consciousness like a soft hand guiding him toward an unknown destination. Despite the soothing touch, Pei Ming found himself resisting the pull, unwilling to succumb to its embrace. Pei Ming felt his legs giving out, and just as he thought he would fall, a warm pair of hands grasped his face, offering support && comfort. As the hand faded, he slowly opened his eyes. At first, everything was a blur to him, but gradually his vision adjusted, and the details of his surroundings came into focus. At that moment, a wave of relief washed over him as he realized they were okay. 

             The calming timbre of their voice washed over him, but beneath the soothing facade, he detected the unmistakable concern in their tone as they worked tirelessly to keep him conscious. Summoning every ounce of strength, he managed to lift his hand and gently place it over theirs, a feeble attempt to offer reassurance. ❝ Don't worry. . . this is nothing,❞ he strained to reassure them. Despite his uncertainty about the severity of his condition, he clung to the unwavering belief that this was not the end of his journey.

[ask-alton-crow]

is there a snake in your boot

Is there a- what???

Phew... there is no snake in my boot. Was that s'posed to be one of yer toony jokes?

At least some of ya seem happy fer me ta be here.

[jess--posting]

and by that i mean you're friends with "dead but came back to life" and "dead(?) but coming back to life"

heh- yeah i just... dont think about it. i feel like if i think about it any more than i already do, im going to explode and die horribly.

[astoldbyfolkslore]

[ Hoshido ] - A synchronized dance that must be done by two people. To a slow and gentle melody, the pair moves with fluid purpose, evoking the image of a crane in flight.

It would be impossible to participate in every dance of the night, nor does Andrei exactly wish to. As such, as one dance comes to an end, he retires to the sidelines where several others already stood, sipping a drink while watching those remaining in the center.

The next song is a slow one, the dancers matching each others' movements as they raise their arms in delicate motions, traveling in a circular motion across the dance floor.

"It is quite an elegant dance, is it not?" he remarks to the young man beside him, "I do wonder how much these movements take inspiration from the culture from whence this piece comes."

He glances at his conversational partner as he speaks, but ultimately doesn't expect an answer to what amounts to empty small-talk. What are the odds that this man would know anything about one of the many dances seen tonight, after all?

Standing on the sidelines, for the majority of the night, Takumi had stood to the side. For a the fact that he either didn’t know them, or .. he didn’t want to possibly embarrass himself in front of dozens of others he doesn’t know. Just the mere thought, made him panic internally and nearly leave the party as a whole.

Watching the next dance with grave interest, his eyes seemed to have lighten up. Without a doubt, he could tell what dance was starting just by the slow movements, a slight smile forming upon his lips. It .. reminded him of home, more than anything else.

“ Indeed. It’s .. a very important, and .. meaningful dance. You’d be surprised … the hoshidan dance .. has several meanings behind it, actually. From .. the dancing itself, to the song choice, to even the sways. “

He couldn’t help but speak, a slight smile upon his lips, as he glanced at the follow patron. A small hum of amusement escaping from his lips, before resting a hand on his own hip. “ I haven’t done that dance in ages. “ Takumi spoke, before sighing for a moment, when an idea partly struck in his mind, turning to looking at the other. “ Want to learn it? It’s pretty easy. “ Between wanting to spread his culture, and dance himself, Takumi was torn.

[lxmitlxss]

Hey Hughes, how long have you had a crush on Roy Mustang

Anonymous ╰┈➤ Hughes, Maes

" You're assuming I even know what you're talking about. "

[idfk-im-bad-at-names]

Ayo could someone give me a summary of Quackity's stream today?

[doomxdriven]

"I don't know about that one, chief, I think this place is fucked."

"Yes, in many ways this place is, as you put it, 'fucked'," Jin smugly replies, while he walked with Autumn through the rundown, squalid streets of Rukongai here tonight in the Soul Society, "our increased power in this realm is the only thing positive about it right now, the rest is at best pitiful, and at worst," Jin goes to briefly gesture toward the high walls of the Seireitei far in the distance, "contemptible."

Turning to look at Autumn as they continue moving past further rows of run down shacks and groups of downtrodden people huddled on either sides of the path, Jin's lips lengthen in a smirk.

"Imagine how grand this place will become once that rot inside the Seireitei and beyond is finally stripped clean; it should motivate you. You will be one of many heroes in the eyes of these poor Souls." // @equiilux

[pharmanic]

smash or pass drift

"Oh ew, no. Pass. Besides he seems a lil too tame in my opinion." A pause. "Unless it would piss off Ratchet, then a soft maybe. But I doubt it."

[dunerover]

@patchworkcowboy sent: 🕯️

♫ Here comes a thought

'Well, look at you, cowboy. Five seconds, and you're already playin' along! I got a good feeling about you. A real good feeling.'

'Guess I'm a sucker for guys that jump in.'