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tvcore-productions · 26 days ago

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Box full of shards(WIP title)

Chapter 1 of a Gengar taking care of a clefairy egg (1 introductions)

{Currently: only the Oneshot part of it, I need to fix up the fighting scene and than puzzle that it together <3 need that over 1k mark}

Chapter 2/The Filler Chapter

Blanket full of "So?" i don't care {not real title}

A filler full of blankets and Eye's{The fic that's two chapters combined so I can have 1k words}

I just noticed some grammer mistakes, im sorry I feel to laxy not to edit. I apologies, but ima keep going with writing(missed two days of writing 1k a day woops). Im sorry I dont have beta reader, not the best editing ability, ill feel way to down on myself to write. I gotta write more, and deal with plot holes and bad transitions scenes... After novemebr when the challenge is over, or ill fix It in nov 7th if I get an unbiased beta-reader/editer. you can dm or comment my mistakes or criticism please

after all, my motto is "Atleast i have writign to get criticized!" gotta be positive on me having bad writing, when I'm trying to get writing habits

Gengar looks at the Pansage, and the pansage looks back at them. A lot more terrified than the Gengar thought they’d be, even after ran to hide. The air felt stiff, till Arachnia put oranges, and cinnamon sticks in a ceramic bowl of water.

Gengar observes that Arachnia changes the ice-stone with a fire-stone. Just rare items, used for convenience, how rich.

Gengar looks over the market counter for the berries and wood boxes filled with ‘green tea’ or ‘tea’ as carved in footprints. Odd. But it had patterned leaves and a painted color, so that helped.

The Pansage was gone, the door having a smoke of dust.

Gengar strolled around the market, looking at the Zorou and Phantump playing in the middle of the street around the stained glass of the moon with a crashing star being hit by the sun. Their parents watched between the warehouses, in chairs with swirls patterned on the back, drinking herbal tea from the green camping bag the taller tree had.

They glared looking at the Gengar strolling through the other side of the market, near the end of a sturdy little cafe being quite tall over an Aggrons height.

“Hope you take your egg on a nice walk, heard it nice for their soul to gather the energy around them.”

A Kadabra advises, leaning their legs on the table.

The Gengar glances at their card the one on Kadabra's thumb is shaped like an ornate mirror with a reflective surface in luminous colors, a card with eyes in darkness with distorted borders effect and the third one is not so visible.

Gengar smiled and nodded.

…

“I think the egg they have might be fairy type,”

“How”

“Because I'd hear, and read that Gengar believes that having Aggrons blood is good for their kid, cause of them thinking ol cave divers are a dragon type.” Kadabra slams their cards on the table, showing the last cards a haunter. “That's a why”

The muscular-type Pokemon smiled and rested their hands to look at the Kadabra conspiracy, “Isn't that a little odd?”

“Yes, that is. A typing blood for some superstitious reason and Gengar usually lived here for the human era that was a common superstitious. Gengar might know some dead humans.”

“And… What?” The Pokemon got slapped on the back of the head by a palm, “You don't know what you're talking about, reading Pokemon's mind made your brain scramble.”

“I was there, I just haven't seen Gengar come out often or at all.”

“Yeah but know we might, just with an egg.”

–

Gengar takes their egg on a walk

Gengar looks at the sign with a purple Rattata with a mustache and train station cap.

Looking over the railway station they found themselves. They walked up the stairs with white tiles, up from the dirt path of railways.

“Well good afternoon, I am the train conductor of the station supervising the train tracks welcome.”

Gengar adjusted holding the egg, “Hi…”

“You came out of the railway, well that's unsafe. But I guess from being a ghost type and all, it wouldn't phase you. ”

Rattata peaked over the egg.

“Oh you have an egg, congrats, is it yours.”

“Yeah, em” Gengar looked at the egg, “Found it.”

“Have this.”

Gengar received thin yarn, twiddling the tail of the yarn in its Rose onyx shade (Purple).

“This is a secluded part of ‘Rayvoush Bay’ because it's under my operation for when the train comes in.”

Rattata took Gengar to the next route, to a nice bustling of water and light right on top of the center.

“Visit Frillish’s Grills, they have nice shells.”

Rattata waved, hopping off from the barrel.

Gengar was in the middle of the market, there were a lot of wide bridges and a lot of water sidewalks. Seeing some Magikarps cross paths, and looking down to see its own market to blurry, but the guess was close guess.

Gengar hobbled a little over to more of the land area, that had smaller water paths for fish pokemon to make trades with the rodent marketers.

Gengar could hear the wings flapping overhead, and a crisp orange leaf fell into the water paths.

They pass gazes with a Lucario. Gengar stopped by to look at some heaters, “Oh hey did you come with that Lucario.” Gengar's smile faded as they looked at Lucarios chivalrous stare.

“No.”

Gengar is a bit scared all in all. Just would it be awkward to go in the shadows, they couldn't bring the egg with them… They didn't fully trust themselves it wouldn't break the egg.

Gengar walked down the patterned tiled path more bluer than the second, finding a subway exit.

Gengar had redecorated.

Organized, fixed the place, and rearranged the contents of a box of old collected electronics. Some were gifts from scares, and some were found fair and square.

Gengar had unfolded a patchwork knitting blanket that mostly bled in the pinkest of shades.

The first patch in the right corner was of a mushroom, the second patch was a cloud, and the third was moss shrubs on a tree growing small clusters of purple flowers.

Down the tree and on the second row of patches was a pinned purple mirror on the swirls of the carefully knitted tree, then the star, and then another pair of clouds with flowers.

On the last row, the full Moon sparkled with small purple stars, the second patch was grass with purple knitting, and just by the tree was a stack of purple books.

Gengar turned it around; determination sparked a clear blaze in their eyes.

{This is slapped on part because turns out, up, those words are 957 around it. Wich is good, but ima cut some parts up for conflict cause I ain't editing all that Fr need beta-erader but hey this might be good. Still using prompts, even if its unexcpect}

“Hey! You have a Clefairy’s egg?”

Gengar looked to the entrance of their home, resting on their arm. Seeing a Bunnary with belts and a roll-out bag. Oh yeah and the same Lucario they had seen before, and without the blur of the small crowd their fur is a bit dirtied

“You know as a ghost-type Pokemon the only thing you can do is steal heat for yourself.” The Bunneray gripped their bag, “That Egg won't make it through the winter.”

"So?"

The Lucario beside them’s ears flicked more inwards, pointing at Gengar “... Ah.”

Gengar felt threatened, in their home. What point do they have to come down here? Do they like hunting?

“Hold it right there!”

The Lucario shouted.

“Is anyone here too scared to ask why this Gengar had an Egg!” The Lucario called out.

The Pokemon murmurs ‘Hey fights gonna happen’, Putting Gengar at ease from fully getting up.

The Lucario started to go on a tirade of mournful song, of the swanne’s migrations mourning.

“What you gonna do, you're a cliched fool. You know that don’t you.”

“If I'm cliche what are you.”

Gengar’s eyes dimmed and sharpened arresting glare. Flinching the Lucario from their half-made stance, their feet patting the dirt in adrenaline.

Gengar gets themselves up, placing the egg behind one of the rocks.

“It’s always the less self-aware ones that are for me.”

The shadows seemed darker or was the Gengar in the shadows? Gengar eye’s intrinsic aura is overshadowed by Gengar's glare. The Lucario froze from taking their last step away.

Gengar shouted, causing to Lucario flinch, “A day of cliches! How Unbearable” A melded fist of shadows hit Lucario straight in the head,

"A day of the Frillish and a day of no task, how disappointing you showed up."

The Lucario seemed faster. Taking a few steps back a bit faster, and zigazing with their claws melding into steel.

Lucario's paws ached, weighing them down at the thought of using ‘steel claws’ again. Lucario adjusted their stance back up.

Gengar was feeling curious punching the Lucario around, until there was the Lucarios head smacking theirs in an agonizing migraine.

Gengar didn't learn any other moves, and might just break the aura detected. Was it even used in battle? I mean it'll probably hurt.

Gengar sure might've been amature in some aspect of being a ghost-type, maybe not average but not bad. There were just posing curses that worked well too.

Making their Bunnery friend have to frag them all the way back from the steps of their homes.

The 3 Finneon circling that usually pool river knew about the curse. The old Clamperl and Shellder couples sure enjoyed the little fight. The Pansage only stared down at the Gengar. After looking at the Pokemon in the river, he tried looking at the Pokemon watching from the cliffside.

The Kadabra beside them was only just as entertained.

"Yknow maybe this is a good resting spot for an old sport like me."

A Qougsire hit the tree, "Sure, and I won the deck of colorful card games from stealing your third card sour Litten"

"It was a rare card"

"It wasn't even shiny like the mirror"

"Yeah, I just could've had a cool combo"

"Haha, yeah it would've been."

Qougsire mumbled the last part out quietly, "I don't know how the game works"

The Kadabra pointed from their tree wagging the hips, "Hah you were fluking!"

"I just joined the game, it felt obvious."

Aggron was one of the many Pokemon that were there, with a Hoothoot kid on their head and a Swanne next to them. They were on the other side of the cliff, being able to see the Gengar from in between the trees.

"Is the Gengar gonna eat us"

"Mm maybe"

The Aggron watched the Gengar pick up their, hidden from the rocks.

Entering back to their den, the Gengar pats the Clefairy egg. Wishing to tell it something more, of things they don't truly know. Because some fears just don't seem reasonable to always tell a child.

Let alone one that hasn't even hatched out of its cradle.

Gengar floats up to their homey room, placing the Clefairy egg on the willow tree's leaves cushions, and pin missiles. With one little wooden thorn, blood dried off on the leaves too.

The Gengar sighs and lays down beside the egg.

--- Oneshot of fluff Fused with Chapter 2

Life… of a train conductor https://traintrackshq.com/life-of-a-train-conductor/ I loved the rattata oc idea, i have 2 pokemon train conducters oc, one from a separate insane 7 sins isekai pmd RPG fic <3

Oc i made it just for filler, my thoughts on ‘mystery dungeons devlopaning recently’ was made in outlines.

Lilith G. F

MOURNING; SIDEWALK; STEPS

i didnt know add mournaning considering the changes, but like. Maybe the lucario died or something, interpertble

I guess the aggron side plot is removed where he helps takes a swanne whos escorted by a lucario named guard to migrate on sea in another forest.

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allylikethecat · 11 months ago

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January OTP Prompts

Fun fact! I live in a place that is not cold. However, it has been absolutely freezing the last week to the point where I am currently looking at a North Face puffer coat on the internet and trying to figure out if I order it, if I will still be cold in the 3-5 business days it says it will take to arrive. I have decided to inflict this misery upon Fictional!Matty, however, he at least has a warm coat. I have a denim jacket and a Noah Kahan hoodie.

10. Bundled up

Matty shivered, and wrapped his arms tighter around himself, as he trailed after George. He sniffled and reached up to wipe his runny nose with the sleeve of his parka. He adjusted his scarf to cover more of his face, his fingers feeling clumsy in his mittens. He was bundled up in a long sleeve tee shirt, a heavy sweater, the parka, a heavy knit scarf, and a beanie and he was still freezing. He halted, wincing as a gust of wind tore down the street, sending another shiver up his spine. He didn’t even remember what being warm felt like as they made their way through the snow covered street.

Jamie had bought him the warmest winter parka he could find in apology when he realized the tour schedule was going to take them to Canada during the winter. Matty was very adamant that he did not do weather colder than London. Even London was too cold for him in the winter. Despite wearing multiple pairs of socks and an extremely unstylish pair of Sorel boots, Matty still couldn’t feel his toes. He would have started crying ages ago if he wasn’t worried that his tears would literally freeze to his face and cause some kind of permanent damage. The strip of skin around his eyes was stinging from the wind and he wondered if it was possible to have already developed frostbite. He wasn’t sure how anyone even lived here, people weren’t meant to be out in these kinds of conditions! He was glad that even their most loyal fans had realized that camping for the concert in this weather was a bad fucking idea. He didn’t even want to be walking down the street, their destination hopefully ahead, he couldn’t imagine them sleeping in tents to see his sniffly ass up close.

Yet, George was happily plowing ahead, looking at directions on his phone, dragging Matty to some underground used record shop he had seen on instagram that was supposed to be the place to find obscure vinyl. If Matty had realized that around the corner from their hotel meant, around the corner and then straight on a mile and a half he would have insisted on Ubering, or staying behind in the warmth of the hotel room, wearing the complementary slippers and a bathrobe as he made use of the steam shower to try and loosen some of the mucus in his chest.

“You coming?” George called over his shoulder, his warm breath visible in the cold air. Matty wanted a cigarette but there was absolutely no way he could light it, let alone hold it with how bundled up he was, and he was not sacrificing wearing a mitten even for a fag. He’d also have to pull down his scarf, exposing his face to the elements which was another nope.

“I think I’ve frozen to the sidewalk,” Matty complained which just made George grin wider, amused by his misery.

“That just means you need to walk faster,” he teased, picking up his pace as Matty groaned.

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

#allylikethecat #January OTP Prompts #Prompt Fills #Prompt Fill #Matty fic #Gatty #fanfic #fanfiction #woot woot day 10 here we go #i also got my nails done today #and am feeling a lot more motivated to write now that i no longer have the ridiculous talon claws i had for the holidays #my nails kept slipping off the keys!!#they are a normal length now #i can do things again like pick up pieces of paper and put my contact lenses in lol #thank you for reading and everyone who has been so supportive of these~#even though they are sometimes hard to finish #its been a lot of fun and im so happy ive been able to sick to the goal!

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