#and then i did that pokemon personality thing a little while back and i got impidimp and i was SO happy

[greenmagic-oilspill]

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Inspired by @thispleasestormod​ and because I’m slightly obsessed with Pokemon again.

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[court-jobi]

Hi there, I had silly idea of Bakugou × reader in established relationship where she one day compares him to arcanine from pokemon, I mean look at it, it looks like Bakugou 1:1 lol

Omg anon, I confess... I had to go back in the databanks to remember this Pokemon from my younger years- but boy am I glad I did! This was a joy to write, and made me giggle seeing this ask!

Be prepared for fluff and hilarity ahead, y'all. It's 11PM and I wrote this instead of washing dishes...

Uncanny Resemblance

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Placing the ice cube tray back in the freezer, you grimace over the lack of coolant coming from the top exhaust fan in your fridge. 

“Ugh, this is gonna be a pain when that heatwave comes,” you sigh with preemptive regret, “Really don’t wanna lose all this chicken in here…”

“Who cares about dumb chicken,” Kaminari pipes up from behind you, “What about the ice pops??”

You scoff good naturedly- Bakugou’s brand of sarcasm occasionally comes out of your mouth instead of his, despite your goal to be the more palatable half of your partnership.

“Those are for when my blood sugar crashes, darling– it’s not your personal stash when you come over.” 

Trying not to let too much air out of the tepid freezer, you shut it in favor of adjusting the main fridge’s controls to not suck up too much power. When Bakugou comes back with the new filter and coolant, you’re sure things will chill back up to temp in no time. 

Doing so leaves you plenty of time to putz around the kitchen while Kirishima keeps his particularly talkative company from eating you out of house and home. He’s already two sodas in, and despite your endless hospitality, even poor Eij wants to try and bash some manners into his friend from taking advantage. 

“C'mon man, just pick your racer already,” Kiri chides Kaminari to place his attention more on his controller than his appetite.

It’s then that your phone vibrates on the coffee table, drawing Kirishima’s eye.  There lies a small, yellowish icon beside the chat name ‘Backpack’, which he snidely recognizes as your nickname for Bakugou. 

“Hey, uh, doll? Your man’s textin’ ya!”

Head back in your fridge drawer, you call out, “Oh, check it for me? He might be asking about the brand we need!”

Drawing the notification down, Kirishima nearly chokes on his own spit at what he finds.

Yes, Bakugou’s asking which of the two labels he’s holding is what you’re in the market for… but in the margins of your texting exchange is a hilarious sight:

Bakugou’s contact photo is none other than a Pokemon. 

It’s here that Kirishima remembers his training; much like in a game of cards, it’s best not to reveal all your tells too quickly when you come across a secret. Don’t get cocky, and move with stealth. 

In a move sneakier than he’d claim to be, he screenshots the full contact detail, and texts it to himself. 

“What’d he say, Kiri?”

Hearing your voice clearer, Kirishima turns back casually and repeats Bakugou’s question, 

“He’s asking if it’s the green or blue label one!” 

“Uhhh, I think it’s green. Let’s go with that.”

“.... He’s askin’ how sure you are.”

Testily, you balk at Kirishima’s relay, “Does he not trust me?! YES, tell him it’s green.”

“... He’s askin’ what percentage sure y~”

“OH MY GOD!!”

Snickering to himself, he finally hands you your phone to ultimately set him straight, blowing up Bakugou’s contact photo on his own cell for further inspection. A second too long looking at this furry, blonde fire type you’ve chosen to represent your sweetheart has Kiri screwing his eyes shut and huffing a little laugh through his nose. 

Kaminari knows a damn good joke when he sees one, and bugs Kirishima to let him in.

“What’s got you crackin’ up?”

Kirishima tilts the phone his friend’s way- who bends over in completely silent laughter just as Kiri had, only more chaotic. It makes Kirishima react all the more, wheezing mutely into his palm to keep himself from letting you know he’d been looking in places he likely shouldn’t.

Kaminari mouths a bad idea. ‘SHOW HIM!!’

‘NO’

‘YES’

‘She’s gonna know!!’

‘Bro. BRO CODE-’ Kaminari mimics thumbs flying across a keyboard, ‘you GOTTA tell him~ He’ll be pissed!’

‘Yeah! THAT’S BAD!’

‘BUT IT’S FUNNY!’

On one hand, the photo contact is too rich of a laugh not to share with Bakugou; but on the other hand, it will all but confirm he went snooping on your phone more than intended. He’d truly hate to violate your trust… but you had asked him to look at it. You gave express permission.

Kiri’s fateful, recurring mistake; he listens to Kaminari regardless of the consequences.

“Ok, y’all are too quiet,” you finally round the kitchen island, “Picking a circuit can’t be that hard– whaaat are you two doing.”

Wearing matching doe-eyed looks, shoulder to shoulder, you take stock of how these two fully-fledged Pro Heroes look like grown-up children on your couch. 

“Oh, Kiri’s just enlightening me to the grand secrets of the universe!” Kaminari chimes back.

Not buying a minute of it but also preserving blissful ignorance, you simply retrieve your phone and squish yourself in between the two boys on the couch for an ounce for control. 

Instead of prying, you merely check into your self-care app and select your daily rewards, a song of ‘don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask’ under your breath as you make yourself comfortable.

Under Kaminari’s goofy thumbs up, Kirishima sucks on the edge of his lip and sends a quick little message to Bakugou before settling in for a game. 

–Not five minutes later, you hear the keys all but clash against the door before it opens and shuts with a bang.

“OKAY, WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS DID IT?!”

You three whirl around in a turn befitting a sitcom. Sandwiched between both boys’ shit eating grins, you look alarmed at Bakugou: wondering what you did to be lumped into his ire.

“-not you-” Bakugou pegs you with a placating look to settle your panic, “I mean the MORONS who TOOK YOUR PHONE and made me a FUCKIN’ ARCANINE??”

With the expected vitriol blasting from Bakugou’s equally spiky hair as the Pokemon held up in his phone, Kirishima and Kaminari doubled over laughing. 

Meanwhile, you held a frozen look somewhere between hysterical and nervous.

“H- eh- I’m sorry, what?” you feigned confusion– just for a little bit longer.

Bakugou tabled the plastic bag containing your freezer parts, then sulked over to you, shoving Kaminari’s skull aside roughly so he could lean over the back of the couch in his place and show you himself.

“They set me as a freaking POKEMON as my icon– why don’t you keep this thing locked, huh??”

Swallowing your own chuckle, you peeked back up at him with guilty brows.

“Did they do it?”

“WELL YEAH!” Bakugou charged back brusquely, staring down a howling Kirishima, “WHO ELSE woulda pulled a shitty character like that to be what comes up when I call you?!”

All too sweetly, you tried again,

“And you’re sure they’re the ones who did it?...”

For an exhausted moment, Bakugou isn’t following you– until he does. Your little smirk all but screams it. 

You bat your lashes for good measure while he puts it together: “I mean, the resemblance is uncann-”

“HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN A FREAKING CARTOON IN YOUR PHONE, WOMAN??!”

Playfully defensive, you giggle through your defense, 

“It’s cute! You look like one!”

“I DO NOT!”

“Well it’s not like I have an album of pictures with you actually smiling to put there!”

“FINE THEN-”

Bakugou swipes your phone straight out of your hand, reverts the camera to selfie mode, nearly puts you in a headlock, and waits for you to quit squirming already before giving you a deceptively gentle kiss on the cheek-

At the very moment you look back at the camera with adorable realization, he snaps the photo, then releases you entirely. His grumpy scowl is back in full force, as if he hadn’t just posed for the sweetest photo of your entire relationship.

Tip-tapping for just a few more menus, he places your phone firmly back into your hands. 

“There. And don’t you dare change it. NONE of you.”

You squawk in delight, finding his face has not only been set as your lock screen, but also your home screen and of course- his profile photo. The redhead on your left and blonde on your right both coo their ‘awws’ on either side of you seeing their Bakubro showing an ounce of emotion immortalized for all eternity.

Before you can even rally to soothe your likely embarrassed boyfriend, you follow the sight of said grumbling man as he’s taken the bag’s contents to the freezer. He’s handling it all a bit roughly, but is setting to work himself so you don’t have to fight with it again for the third time today.

It’s a sweet gesture, and makes you only adore your prickly Arcanine who had clearly chosen a protective stance once he came home– never once considering you’d have been the one who did the ill deed against him. The similarities are painfully obvious to everyone in the room… and perhaps that realization was hitting him a bit close to home, even in jest.

You’ll owe Bakugou a playful apology, which you’re sure an indulgent scratch along his back and through his hair will fix.

Never before have you been happier for Kirishima to have chosen you as the little sister to mess with~

[smashingdollz]

Headcanons of Guzma, Raihan, Piers, and Adaman react to shy crush confessing to him?

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hello anon, thank you for the request! i can totally do this for you!

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧

-you decided that today youre going to be confessing to Raihan. with the help of one Pokemon, Applin. you read somwhere that Applin can be used for confessing your love to someone. so you went on a journey to find Applin, even though it was going to be a rare find you were dedicated to give him that Applin.

-he loved your confidence and determination, and admired you for going far and beyond for someone that you love. and he was determined go go far and beyond just for you.

-he definitely teased you a bit during the confession (and still does) "haha, youre face is as red as Applin!" he loves to gently pinch your red cheeks for some reason.

-he of course accepted your confession as soon as he took the pink loveball containing Applin out of your hands. you two definitely raised the Applin together, he even uses it during battles at times.

-like true Raihan nature, after the two of you confessed he took a picture of the two of you captioning it something cheesy. and in that momment everyone knew that the two of you belonged to each other.

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𝐆𝐮𝐳𝐦𝐚

-you did not confess to this man out of your own will. It was actually one of the team skull members who teased you about it and threatened to tell Guzma themselves. so after hours of contemplating and procrastinating you decided that you would go up to him yourself and proudly spit out your confession. (however, it did not actually go like that. you were whimpering and trembling the whole way)

-he actually admires your confidence for going up to him and just confessing to him like that (little does he know), knowing how that stuff isnt easy for you. and hes actually suprised you confesses to him out of all people. how could such a gentle person like you love someone like him?

-of course he loves you too, he always has. but the idea of someone returning his love seems so surrel to him. you've always made him feel some type of way, around you he feels like he can let go of his "big scary tough guy" demeanour, thats when he knew he wanted to spend his life with you.

-he notices how much youre shaking after minutes of silence from him, he then confesses. you're relived, you can finally let out that shaky breath youve been holding in. he walks to you and pulls you in to his side, which is somewhere you'd never leave

-he would tease the hell out of you. i mean even before you confessed he would tease you, but this was the cherry on top. he would just keep on going and going until you turn red in the face and pass out. (jk he wouldnt go that far, maybe just some "light" teasing)

(aaaaaaa sorry this is more of a short story than a headcanon)

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𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬

-you two confessed to each other on the same day!

-while he listened to your confession he just couldn’t help but to admire you and your confidence. he admired the fact that you liked him out of all people, he didn’t see himself as anything extravagant but him hearing the way you praise him in your confession made him really feel like the best person in the world

-while you confession was nearing its end he gently grabbed your hand and traced circles on your skin with his thumb. and when you finished he aligned your hand with his and slowly intertwined his hand with yours. which obviously caused you to become more flustered than you already were.

-to accept your confession he pulled out a cute bat clip, one of the many gifts and trinkets he got for you this very special day. he gave yu many things that fit your interest and manythings of his own.

-for his confession he led you back to the Spikemuth gym so he could preform a song he wrote just for you! while he preformed he held your hand and looked lovingly in your eyes.

-after that he just preformed what ever song you like. and would mix in a song he had from a playlist he made just for you

-he would totally play any love song by The Cure. Lovesong, Friday Im in Love, Lovecats, etc

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𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧

-you decided to ask to confess to him two days before the festival being held in Jubilife village. (you had a week, but of course you were too nervous) he happened to be in the area, you decided not to waste anymore time.

-while confessing he noticed how shakey your voice was and how you stumbled over your words. he put a hand on your shoulder, "hey hey, its alright. take your time okay?" he smiled. (he made it worse)

-he was so bold and quick in accepting your offer to accompany him to the festival and in returning your confession. it almost scared you knowing that someone can be like this, but thats what you liked about him the most

-he loves the fact that you took the time out of your day to confess to him. how could you apologize for wasting his time? when youre around no time of his is wasted, hell be sure to let you know that.

-he gave you a blue hair pin/shirt pin that would match the outfit that he would be wearing to the festival.

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i hope you enjoyed! (i was in a bit of a rush to get this out im sorry!)

i posted this a bit later than i wouldve wanted, a shcedule changed happend at work today which messed up my whole routine for my assignments.

[l0v3tast3]

can we have more hcs w young!reader :o they were so cute, do u think you could write like sparring w them or something, ty!!

✎ of course omggg <3 i love this concept whenever i see anyone else write this kind of thing with platonic young reader i eat that shit up !!! also merry christmas and happy last day of hannukah to all who celebrate!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, written with 19 y/o reader in mind, all platonic relationships, fluff, young!reader is stereotypical gen z kinda, this is probably the most light-hearted thing i've ever written but there's separate angst at the end because i can't stop myself, as usual it's not really proofread

♡ so of course it takes awhile for you to come out of your shell around the rest of the 141. the previously youngest one of the group, kyle, is 7 whole years older than you, so it's a bit awkward at first.

♡ but once you're comfortable around them, you let your guard down a little and start letting your "regular" personality show instead of the "work" one. this involves bouncing-off-the-walls levels of energy and constant jokes and references that only kyle gets, and that's only sometimes. the other three guys just exchange a look and move on.

♡ you're constantly doing little dances and just fidgeting around, playing with anything you can get your hands on and always bouncing a leg (also never actually sitting like a normal person, price doesn't understand how you're comfortable most of the time). once, when it was just you and soap, you taught him a dance he thought looked fun, but made you promise to never tell anyone else. you told ghost as soon as you saw him next, and that was the first time you ever saw ghost smile (under the mask, of course, but you could tell).

♡ you don't really respect the more "arbitrary" boundaries; you would randomly take food off of the other guy's plates without asking and you always had to be invading someone's personal space. after lots of scolding and you acting like they were denying you a fundamental human right, they learned that it really was easier to just accept it and give up. you don't take food from ghost's plate, because you may be a little dumb sometimes but you aren't stupid. sometimes he shoves his leftovers in your direction if he notices you aren't eating as much that day.

♡ when you aren't terrorizing one of the 141 members, they keep an eye on you while you focus on whatever your latest interest is with an intensity that they'd only expect from you on actual life-or-death missions. it always causes soap some actual concern for you, but you just think it's because he can't sit still, ever.

♡ once, after you had all returned from a mission, you went into your room to shower, came out, got something to eat, then went into your room and proceeded to spend the next 3 days completing the newest pokemon game. full pokedex, awesome outfit, full level 100 team, you had it all, and you proudly shoved the switch screen in their faces to show them your achievements once you deemed yourself done. they learned you were a perfectionist pretty early on, while they took turns checking on you every few hours.

♡ you'll do the thing of casually dropping something horrible that happened to you into a conversation, as if it was just some silly thing that happened the other day. they all just kind of do a double take, because none of them actually talk about that stuff. you just look up from whatever app you were absently fiddling with on your phone and wonder why everyone went quiet; they just move on, as usual.

૮ ’• ˕ •` ა here, have some sparring headcanons now!

♡ when you and ghost sparred for the first time, you swore up and down he was out to break every bone in your body. he told price that it was the easiest he'd went on a recruit in years (he did also say you did much better than he expected). despite your complaints, you got back up every single time he knocked you on your ass, and you quickly adapted to the way ghost fought. you still didn't win a single round, but that was more of a him-being-really-big thing.

♡ soap only goes easy enough on you to not break any bones, but it doesn't take much to get him fired up, and sparring is no exception. you spend the entire session on the defensive, just trying to keep yourself all intact. you always lecture him that you aren't the actual goddamn enemy before you spar with him now while he rolls his eyes and says you're being dramatic.

♡ kyle claims he isn't going easy on you but everyone knows he is. he can't help it; usually he doesn't care that much when he accidentally actually hurts someone when sparring, but the thought of leaving a scar on you rubs him the wrong way. he doesn't ever tell anyone this, but everyone sees how he always acts like an older brother to you.

♡ you only actually spar with price once, mostly as a joke, after you're all more acquainted. you're acting all cocky, basically just saying he's old and you'll put him in the retirement home a couple years early. you're on your back in less than five seconds with him looking down at you, a loud laugh booming out of his chest.

♡ one time, ghost must have been sick or something, because the match ended with you making what would have been the killing blow in a real fight. you had stared in amazement at your achievement, then started yelling at the other guys to ask if they had seen what you had done. ghost let you have your victory, finding your astronomical excitement funny (on the inside, of course).

♡ kyle is your easiest target. usually he doesn't even want to spar with you anymore, because he knows you'll probably end up throwing him to the ground with your full strength and saying you don't need to go easy on him, he's a grown ass man. you've mastered how to use his weight against him, and he knows it. he also knows the look you get when you're walking up to him to ask to spar, and at this point he just points you to soap or ghost and shoos you away. one time he actually said "go on, git!" to you; his british accent made it much more funny than he had intended.

♡ fighting against soap kind of has 50-50 odds of you winning. if you're not afraid to start bleeding in multiple areas that day, you'll most likely be able to pin him. if you don't feel really like it, then you pretty much just have to run away. your before-sparring lecture for him eventually gets accompanied by an after-sparring lecture from you while he helps you put band-aids on the new cuts and scrapes.

₍ᐢ.᎔.ᐢ₎ okay a couple angsty ones because i can't help it,,,

♡ price knows how young you are, and you know he does without him having to tell you, because sometimes you catch him looking at you with sad eyes that see a lot more than you do. usually, if the conditions are just right, you're all for attempting to get the team members to open up to you, but this is what you and price don't talk about. instead, you tell him not to worry, that you'll at least outlive him.

♡ they're all waiting for that one day that, on one of their missions, you'll see something or have to do something that you won't come back from, because it's inevitable in this line of work. but you find a way to smile, even after the worst days, and you always say it's because someone has to.

[chaoticlad]

MORE dumb cp9 headcannons because I needed to store everything somewhere (part 2??)

Jabra is that guy in olive garden who see how long the waiter will grate cheese for

Growing up, Lucci was the one who took care of Kalifa and Kaku, plus he was crazy overprotective over them

Kaku was the final member who had never tried smelling salts but once he did he sniffed it really close and couldn't breathe properly for like- 2 weeks

Blueno and Lucci makes little figurines of the cp9 members

Jabra once punched Spandam in the crotch as hard as he could because intrusive thoughts (he claimed it was a fly)

Kalifa and Kaku are the Bill Nye of the crew

Kumadori went through multiple emo phases

Fukurou and Jabra teach Lucci brainrot words

Kumadori was the "Santa" of the crew when they were still kids (Lucci never fell for it)

Besides Spandam, Kalifa and Kaku are the shortest members

since they were all band kids, they come together every once a while and learn a song to play together, like an orchestra but really tiny

Kumadori and Kaku have severe arachnophobia

They play uno every Friday night (along with Monopoly) and no matter what, they always end is a 1v1 battle to the death because someone placed a plus 4 on Jabra or Fukurou

Kalifa could set water on fire if you left her alone in the kitchen

the entire crew (besides Lucci) wanted to get a dog but stupid SPANDAM fed a fruit to a sword and said they didn't need a dog anymore (he got a crazy beating [even from Lucci] but funkfreed was equally as good anyways)

Lucci would NEVER admit it but he has mild separation anxiety when he's away from any of the crew and is always around them for safety (except Spandam)

When Fukurou found out about THOSE ships (ahem) he immediately told everyone all the pairings of them at the dinner table and Kalifa even threw up

Lucci takes his trombone every once in a while and blasts it as loud as he can Infront of Jabra or Spandam's door at 2AM

Kaku has the BIGGEST Pokemon card collection you have EVER seen (40% of them are girafarig cards anyways)

Friday is always game night

When playing ssbu, Lucci plays as incineroar, Kaku as game n' watch (or Luigi), Kalifa as zero suit Samus, Blueno as villager, Jabra as wolf (and daisy), Fukurou as pac man, and Kumadori as kirby

Lucci really likes the olive garden bread sticks

Kaku cooks spaghetti a crazy amount - like 4 times a week (Blueno knows Kaku doesn't like spaghetti himself so he makes him whatever Kaku wants while the rest just eat his spaghetti because they LOVE it)

Kalifa is a HUGE Splatoon fan

Jabra has a fursona

Blueno has the lowest spice tolerance

Kaku and Lucci play Lego and build ship models in secret

Whenever they get a hotel, it doesn’t matter how small it is they WILL all sleep in the same room

Kaku is actually the heaviest drinker when it comes to alcohol or beer, but he hates the taste so he sticks with juice (kalifa and Lucci are tied for second)

Jabra will never admit he's TERRIFIED of horror movies

when they walk into Kumadori's room they're hit with is the strongest smell of gingerbread candles in the middle of august

Kaku has never eaten any Mexican food

Literally all of cp9 has this weird thing where they randomly just start holding back tears and barge into one of their rooms to cry about how much they love them (it's become a meeting at this point whenever this happens they call code crew and they all just go to the same room to hang out until the person feels better)

Fukurou and Jabra still have to count with their fingers

They've all known each other since they were mere kids

Jabra often tries to get Hattori to like him more than Lucci but fails miserably every time

Kalifa shops at hot topic

Kumadori is the instagram influencer who takes pictures of his food

Lucci's den den has countless pictures of the crew, even some really dumb ones

Kaku is the only one who can breakdance and has a ddr machine in the game room

Kalifa, Kaku, and Spandam love playing with Jabra and Kumadori's hair

Blueno has an addiction to coffee (it's the only thing that keeps him awake)

Jabra drinks milk from the carton and the whole crew thinks that's gross AF so Blueno has to buy multiple extra cartons, exclusively for Jabra cause he's gross

They're all close enough to share spit without complaining or anything like- they drink from the same cup, they just eat eachother's food like it's their own and even share gum if they're desperate

Blueno teaches Jabra how to shake drinks so he can impress the ladies

Lucci makes Spandam call him by his full name because he isn't "cp9" close

Kaku uses Jabra as a verb when describing something really stupid

Kalifa, Lucci, Kaku, Jabra, and blueno all know Morse code and it looks really stupid when Lucci and Jabra are arguing through Morse code

[ecargmura]

Pokemon Horizons Episode 66 Review - School Hacking Incident

We’re closing in on the finale of Terastal Debut, and we’re seeing some major growth for our young protagonists. The difference between the penultimate episode of Terastal Debut and the penultimate episode of Shine of Terapagos is very major. While both involve the Explorers, the kids are now more capable.

Like with the end of the Basics test, Clavell lets the students have fun by hosting another battle tournament. I do like that they’re so eager to let the students battle so often. The failed students are still allowed to Terastal, but it’d be the last time they do it as failed students would have to return their orbs after the day is over. Other than Liko, the only other known person who failed is Bocco, the Dot look-alike.

I do like that there are lots of callbacks of episodes 43 and 44 in this one. Episode 43 had Liko and Roy do a Multi Battle against Sidian and Coral with Liko vs Sidian and Roy vs Coral, but the battle was called off. In this episode, the same matchup from before happens, but Liko and Roy are more experienced now. Floragato is no longer a Sprigatito and Liko even uses Terastal to beat Sidian. Even though she failed her exam and is only supposed to use Terastal during the battle tournament, but Sidian used it illegally, so Liko did the same.

With Roy and Coral, no one used Terastal, but it’s nice to finally see Fuecoco get a win from Glalie after battling against it twice. One little detail I like from the Roy battle is that it was originally in the art room, but he didn’t want to destroy the artwork, so he used Kilowattrel to move to another location. It’s really sweet that he’s so considerate of the students’ hard work when it comes to their schoolwork. Coral didn’t really care if it gets damaged or not, but still followed Roy to the new location.

There also seems to be a budding rivalry between Dot and Chalce now that Dot is more involved. I hope that they’ll get another battle in a future arc; it does suck that Dot’s essentially the only one who “failed” her battle. I do like that the kids know that “Sandwich”, “Onigiri” and “Agepan” are Explorer members, but they never knew their names until now. Sidian gives Liko his name while Coral and Chalce reveal theirs to Roy and Dot. I do like that giving their names is like a sign that they acknowledge them as worthy opponents or something…

Remember what I wrote in my review of Episode 63 in that Grusha was being harsh towards Liko because he wanted her to prove him wrong? I was right! Liko did prove Grusha wrong, but in a different way, however. He was there to witness her battle against Sidian and saw that she used Terastal despite being forbidden from doing so because she has something to protect. He even mentions that Liko fights better when she’s battling for self-defense or to protect something rather than competitively. It was nice that he went all the way to Clavell’s office to change his mind about failing Liko since she protected the school from the Explorers and did not allow the incident to escalate into something disastrous. I think it’s a nice reward for Liko’s efforts. People might see it as a “pity badge” sort of thing like how Ash got some badges in Kanto out of pity, but sometimes, hard work deserves good rewards.

I was a tad disappointed that Penny wasn’t more involved with the episode. Sure, she did try to prevent Chalce from hacking the system, and that her role in the story is to be the school and league’s tech person, but it does feel odd that she seemed like she’d play an important part, but does get sidelined as the story is about Liko and co. Still, it was nice seeing more of Penny.

I also like that the kids’ second Pokemon were used in the episode. Liko let Hattrem out of her ball to heal the security guard and his Psyduck while she went on ahead. Hattrem was also the key figure to let Grusha stay back and witness Liko fight against Sidian. Roy used Kilowattrel to move locations. Dot used Tinkatink to destroy the computer, but got the wrong one. It’s nice to see their other Pokemon be more involved now that the kids have grown as capable Trainers.

I think we were long overdue for an eventual Liko vs Roy match, but it seems that the finale will finally showcase it. I think it’s the perfect way to end off this arc. They’ve been training buddies, but now they’re opponents for the friendly battle tournament. Both were rookie trainers, but now have grown so much. Who do you think will win? I honestly think it’ll be a draw.

[hamofjustice]

nemona's sync pair story in pokemon masters ex can be viewed anytime as soon as you recruit her, and in just a couple minutes of dialogue we scarlet/violet story analyzers get some great subtext-made-text and new subtext:

confirmation of one instance of nemona working herself really hard for the sake of others and seeing anything less as a display of her own weakness and letting them down (even if the others are her pokemon in this case). it's something that i thought always seemed likely to be a theme with her if we knew more about her, with stuff like her mostly un-commented-on arm brace / compression glove and perfectly clean room nearly devoid of personality outside of her meticulous schedule and displays of her achievements, and what that implied about her relationship with her family, teachers, and idol

recontextualization of why she wears sporty athletic wear and runs around everywhere, even though she's a straight-A nerd who has to take a break every 50 feet when she initially takes you to school and is still winded enough to be worthy of comment from arven by the time you're running around in area zero

the fact that penny, the otaku shut-in, did not get called out like this means either she performed exactly as arven expected her to based on how she looked, or that nemona was doing the worst out of all of the group and might actually have some kind of chronic condition / disability like some fans theorize. nemona's stamina now being revealed to be a long standing insecurity of hers despite shrugging it off with a joke in area zero implies the latter to me

if she shrugged off a long standing insecurity with a joke, that could potentially say a lot about any other things she didn't want to make a big deal about that fans are a little suspicious of, like saying her parents were "hands-off in a good way" with her while her sister got all the attention, which i definitely think was an deflective understatement or simply not realizing there's a problem

and if her low stamina and "bad throwing" are in fact due to some kind of condition and mostly out of her control, that also makes her calling herself weak that much more tragically unfair to herself. someone hug this kid please

i trust these folks to write a compelling nemona if they were given the chance to, not just a fun and cute one. they get it.

her 15 minute storyline from her debut event is mostly just good fun with her meeting a bunch of people and almost winning a big tournament with her new friends hilda and bede. it also, however, touches upon how sad she is that people mostly get jealous of her rather than feel inspired by her (which she actually comes up with a motivational speech to try and combat this time, with hilda's help). it even has her tell blue and bede that florian/juliana back home is "a precious treasure" to her, which made me melt into boiling taffy.

now i'm looking forward to whatever else they come up with when nemona's more plot-driving friends arrive. despite how cheesy and hit-or-miss pokemon masters tends to be, they're treating scarlet/violet with respect so far. it's canon to me. i kinda need that right now when we're not sure what the friend trio are gonna get in the DLC of the actual game.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

NWhile you're doing pokemon, might i ask, for a platonic headcanons ofseeiven, Penny and Nemona x reader,

where reader's showing them the snowy cat weasel legendary pokemon that was sealed away(i forget names atm-), i can picture arven at least being concerned seeing the dex's entry for it as reader's just all "oh but it's a sweetheart! Don't be so worried!" as theyre giving the pokemon that no doubt would absolutely cause a devastating avalanche if the reader wasnt there scritches and pats/lh

feel free to ignore just thought it could be amusing!/lh

-salt anon(stay safe btw!)

This is perfect timing bc I caught Chien-Pao today (and also Ting-Lu, my fav) after struggling and restarting the game a lot

............

After Ms. Raifort piqued your interest in the "Treasures of Ruin", you set out to free them from their confinements, knowing these poor things were taken advantage of centuries ago.

You believe they could still be helped. It wasn't too late! All they needed was love and friendship, things you were more than happy to provide.

Of course, pulling the stakes that sealed the Icerend Shrine and challenging Chien-Pao afterwards was no cakewalk, but you caught it after convincing it to come with you, promising to give it a better life.

The feline ice-type was surprisingly quick to warm up to you after you gave it a bath during a picnic, figuratively melting its icy heart. 

You took great care in shining its sword fangs, smiling when it purred in thanks before taking a nap in the grass, curled up.

It becomes harder to believe this sweet creature had a hand in destroying an entire kingdom.

Soon after, you decided to call your friends so they could see it for themselves.

As expected, Nemona was the first to arrive, psyched to see a Pokémon she's only heard about in books. 

She could immediately tell it was quite strong (despite it being cuddled up to you when she got there).

"..and you're gonna let me fight it one day, right?" She dares to ask, taken aback when Chien-Pao wakes up and looks at her in disdain.

You just laugh and shake your head, giving the Ruinous Pokémon chin scritches. "Unless you wanna be swept away by an avalanche..I don't think so. Besides, I think it's been through enough fights in its life."

Not long after her arrival, Penny and Arven show up, completely shook(tm) at the existence of this bizarre Pokémon.

Penny’s surprised it was just stuck in its own little cave all these years, while Arven’s curious about what the Pokedex says about it.

But when he finds out..well...to say he’s just “concerned” is a huge understatement.

He’s downright scared for you, having no clue how you tamed it and fearing the repercussions of freeing it.

“...[y/n], this thing is more than just a Pokémon..it’s...it’s got a bunch of souls in it--angry souls of people who hated that “king”. It also causes terrible avalanches and-”

“Oh give it a rest, Arven...does this look like the face of someone who’d cause terrible avalanches?” You pouted, holding either side of Chien-Pao’s face as you stared at him. “Do you see any hatred here? Because I don’t.”

When he has no answer, you resume patting its head, treating it like a big ol’ kitty that was simply misunderstood.

Even Penny becomes brave enough to pet its back, only to freeze when it sends an icy gaze at her. “Uh....sorry...?”

She thinks she did something wrong and is about to invoke the wrath of this ancient beast....

Until Chien-Pao purrs and nuzzles her cheek, invading her personal space just like Koraidon/Miraidon did all those times, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

You could only hope to nurture the other three in the quartet into sweet and cuddly creatures like this one.

[arvensimp]

*as if I’m ordering food at a drive thru* Can we get a fuckin uhhhhhhhhhh

Nsfw where Arven gets jealous of someone talking to y/n (fem or nb preferred!), so he does that whole passionate, steamy, borderline-rough “you’re mine” sex trope? 👉🏼👈🏼

You're lucky the jealous arven machine ain't broke lmaooo.

I was going to make this a pt 2 to green eyed tera type then I saw the nb/fem preferred. And... I was a little torn. I definitely am going to do a pt 2 to that drabble (someone else did already put that request in in my inbox as well!) I hope you don't mind if I give us a different person for Arven to get jealous about haha. I hope you don't mind if I do lean fem with this, too.

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Different Kinda Jelly

Arven x fem!reader

Nsfw, vaginal sex, very slight dubcon themes (someone attempting a kiss and it becomes a cheek kiss), also some breeding kink? Sorry that's kinda where it ended up I hope you don't mind!!

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So...you might be in a teensy bit of danger. Just a little bit. In a fun way!

But still danger.

It started with a request from La Primera to attend a tournament in Galar on her behalf. Basically you were supposed to represent rising talent and battling culture in Paldea, yadda yadda yadda. Super cool. Love it. Free trip to Galar!

You had a great time, honestly. You met some really great people and had a ton of fun battling and learning about new and different pokemon, even if there was often a language barrier.

The issue was because of a certain former top champion you met.

See, Leon was a charmer from the moment he greeted you in the lobby of the tournament's hotel with a gleaming smile and a delicious accent in broken Paldean. He'd told you how impressed he was with the videos he'd seen of your battles and how he looked forward to thoroughly thrashing you in front of everyone. He also offered to give you a tour of the area, as was apparently one of his duties as a native to the region.

Your agreement couldn't come fast enough, but the steadying hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you didn't hurt either.

The trouble got worse when you learned that apparently Leon was "pants with directions" and got the two of you lost several times the following day, leading to several public snafus with folks taking pictures of their beloved former champion and some mysterious foreigner at some of Galar's "hottest date destinations!"

The headlines were apparently terribly scandalous, but they were in a language you didn't particularly feel like translating.

However, Penny's a native Galarian and had no problem sharing with Nemona and Arven.

You spent 2 hours the following evening explaining the whole thing to Arven over the phone and how the whole thing was very clearly a misunderstanding, particularly on Leon's part. Nothing happened, and you were fully intending to beat the snot out of Leon in the competition the next day to make it up to Arven.

Then the next day came, and you met Leon on the pitch. You hadn't been able to see him before because of competition regulations or something, but when you met in the middle to shake hands, this man did a full bow and kissed your hand in front of the stadium and all the cameras.

Your face heated up, and you pulled your hand away as gracefully as you could while maintaining decorum for the public.

"Looking forward to our battle, love!" Boy, he got familiar with the pet names awfully fast.

"Looking forward to taking your charizard out of the sky!" You replied with a cheeky grin that hopefully came off as appropriately cocky for the crowds without causing scandal for your region.

In the end, your terastalized tinkaton was able to knock his lizard to the ground and pummel it, resulting in your victory.

You thought Leon might lose it for a moment, but it seemed like he'd only gotten better at dealing with defeat over time. When you met again in the center of the pitch, and you extended your hand, he took it...only to fully dip you for the crowds, causing them to gasp in surprise.

You yelped, and as he went in for a kiss for the cameras, you turned your face just in time, so that he planted one firmly on your cheek instead.

When he let you back to your feet, you both smiled and waved to the crowds before departing.

Backstage your phone had already blown up with texts from all of your friends, and you were already lamenting the roaming fees.

You called Arven first and he picked up before the first ring even finished.

"Are you kidding me?! Who does this guy think he is?"

"I'm about to go let him down. Officially, I guess? I didn't think this needed to happen. Something must have seriously been miscommunicated. I'm sorry you had to see that. Please please please believe me. I don't know what's going on in his head."

"Do you even understand how much this hurts me?"

"I don't. I couldn't, but I can imagine it, and I'm really sorry. I hope you saw how I was trying to avoid it all."

"...I guess..."

You heard a knock at the door to your locker room.

"Listen, Arven. I love you, and I'll be home soon, but I've got to go now. I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay?"

"'Kay. I love you, too."

You hung up and found Leon at the door waiting for you, leaning against the frame with arms crossed and a smile on his face.

"You really gave me a lashing out there, love. Good show!" He said as he made his way into the space.

"Uh....yeah..." You replied as you started to fiddle with the bottom of your jersey.

"So..." He spread out on the sofa like a purrloin.

"Leon...." You started. "What happened?" You asked in Galarian. "Outside?"

"On the pitch?" He gestured. "Just some fun! For the cameras! They love a love story, yeah? Those headlines were top news! It's great for the tournament, too. You're a bit shy though, yea? I'm sorry, love. I should've asked. Sorry." He at least had the decency to look properly sorry.

You frowned. "I...have a boyfriend. In Paldea."

Leon looked like he'd been smacked. "What?! Why didn't you say?"

You tilted your head to the side, trying to formulate a response, then typed one into a translation app on your phone which basically amounted to. "I didn't think it needed to be explained! You never asked?"

Leon at least had the decency to look sorry. He also pulled out a translation device when he realized his thoughts might be too complex for his simple Paldean. He apologized for not realizing that his actions could have been misconstrued the other day and then jumping the gun so publicly today. He genuinely seemed apologetic, so you accepted, on the condition that he also confirmed with Arven that you didn't do anything wrong.

So there in the locker room, you filmed former champion Leon apologizing to your boyfriend for attempting to kiss you on international television.

However, it seemed that all was not entirely forgiven. Galar's headlines forgot about you the moment you lost the tournament to some Kantonian named Red, but Arven?

Arven's a different story.

You're currently sitting on your bed, waiting for Arven to get back to your place, antsy with nerves. You know he's not actually mad because you know he knows you didn't do anything wrong.

But still. You feel bad to have been involved in him feeling bad. You love him.

That doesn't change the fact that you jump a bit when you hear the door open and Arven call your name.

"I-I'm upstairs!" You reply, your voice quivering.

He wastes no time making his way to the bedroom. You stand to give him a kiss, but he skillfully dodges you.

"Welcome back," He says with an even tone, but his eyes are dark.

"I really missed you..." You offer weakly.

"Oh, I know you did." He says, as he starts circling you, not unlike a veluza, almost predatory. "It seems you had a hard time being alone without me, didn't you?"

"Arven, you know I--"

Arven pulls you in close to him, gripping you by the waist and the back of the neck. "Would it have been better if I was there with you? Made sure to keep all those other guys away from my dearest treasure?"

"I-I..."

"I know you're a capable person and all... But you're just so...sweet..." His thumb at your neck rubs circles into the skin there. "Trusting... Maybe I should've tagged along. Kept them all away from you. Showed them who you belonged to, yeah?"

"O-Oh..." You feel your knees buckle a bit, but Arven's grip keeps you upright and secure. He can tell the effect this is having on you though because he smirks and leans in close to whisper hotly in your ear.

"Strip and get on the bed for me, will you?"

You do as you're told, with Arven watching you carefully. Only once you're dutifully in place does he also strip and move to straddle you.

"See here's the thing." Arven tells you as he leans in close, kissing along your neck and jawline. "I know you're a good girl."

The praise makes you whimper without even thinking.

"See?" He laughs softly, darkly. "Like that. I imagine all those other folks out there can tell that about you, too. They want to swoop in and steal you away from me..."

"N-No, Arven..." You whimper pathetically in protest.

"You wanna be with me, don't you, my sweetest?" He asks between hot, biting kisses along your collarbone while one of his hands snakes up to squeeze at your breasts.

"O-of course! Only you!" You reply, hooking a leg over his hips to draw him in closer to you.

Arven moves up to take your mouth in a searing kiss as he grinds his hardness against you. When he eventually moves away to pepper more bites along your neck, he mumbles into your skin. "Maybe I could mark you up...leave you with little marks all along this pretty neck... Show the world that you're mine. Would you like that?"

Your reply comes only as a pathetic whine and nod while your fingers thread through his soft hair.

"I'll take that as a yes then..." Arven replies with a soft chuckle.

As he starts working on dotting your clavicle with hickies, one of his hands goes to unhook your leg from his hips, letting your knees splay open. His fingers deftly move to the growing wetness between your thighs.

"Hmm... Already soaked like this?" He tuts in faux mocking. "Such a needy thing... Guess I have no choice but to take care of you."

You wantonly grind against his fingers as his thumb works glorious circles around your clit, bringing you to a stunning completion in a matter of about a minute that has your thighs quaking while you chant his name like a mantra.

"That's right, sweet thing... You know who you belong to, don't you..." He murmurs, gathering wetness from your folds to lube up his cock. "You're mine." He says as he thrusts into you in one fluid motion that has you choking on an inhalation. It's a little rough, but nothing he knows you're not already comfortable with. It's the same with the pace he sets as he fucks into you.

You do your best to match his thrusts from below, but when he catches on to your movement he pauses. "Ah, ah, ah... Not this time." He says before hefting your knees over his shoulders. The new angle makes for a rougher fuck that hits the most delicious places inside of you.

"I wanna fuck you so hard you never even think of another man. You hear me?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah?" His hips stutter a bit. "You like that?" You nod because you know if you open your mouth the only thing to come out would be stupid moans.

"Good. I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Make sure all the world knows you're mine. F-fuck... Maybe if I knock you up, everyone else'll get the h-hint!"

That was new. Not something expected or discussed prior, but it did something to you, and Arven clearly noticed.

"Holy f-fuck, that got a rise out of you, didn't it? You got so much, nngh, tighter...Sh-shit.... I'm close. Just...." It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums hard and deep inside you. A moment later, he's let your legs go, and then he's collapsed onto the bed beside you.

"Uh... Sorry for the roughness." He pants. "And, uh, the other thing."

Still entirely blissed out, you look back at him. "Hm? It's okay... I dunno... Maybe I should go to other regions more often..."

[nomstellations]

A Feast fit for a Glutton

hi! here's that self indulgent ass vore fic i wrote in a moment of strong thirst. 1.5k words, contains male pred/female prey, quarter size vore, pokevore, stuffing, some suggestive bits (mostly just moaning) and mentions of digestion (it happens to the food rather than the prey). the characters here are both my ocs and are in a relationship (sorta), and of course the pokemon depicted are gijinkas!

The table was set. 

Delicious food ranging from tender steaks, to lamb chops, to crab legs and other seafood with a wide array of sides and snacks covered the table completely. This was…probably not even enough to satisfy him completely, but it was the best she could do with what was available. She had a feeling he'd be having a little extra dessert afterwards, but…this was a reward for a battle well-fought. He did the best, and her team was always made to feel special for doing so.

Celeste didn't have to wait long- the smell of food always attracted the Reuniclus, who floated right into the dining room with a lazy, hungry smile on his face. "Woah-ho-ho~! A whole feast for me, Lessie? I think I just died n' went to heaven, heh heh~"  Celeste just smiled, watching as her childhood friend eyed the bountiful feast before him. "You know the way it works, Ribo! You perform well, you eat well! Whatever you want, you can have." A sly smile spreads upon his face. "Whatever I want, eh…? Oh, I've got myself a greeeaaat idea, heheh…" 

In a literal flash, Celeste found herself standing near the table's leg. He's gotten a lot snappier about using Minimize- and his telekinesis gently lifted his small trainer up to his smug face. "As much as I'd love to claim my prize now…I can't let this food go to waste! You can have the best seat in the house while I feast, how's about that lil' Lessie?" She sighs, rolling her eyes. She figured he'd want to devour her too, but this was his victory meal… "Alright Ribo, whatever. You're letting all the things I made get cold!"

Making a satisfied hum, the Reuniclus cradles his trainer in his squishy jellylike hands as he settles himself into a chair situated in front of all the food, letting her rest in his lap right in front of his stomach. It was audible how hungry he was, it growled and whined pathetically as if he hadn't eaten all day. That was quick to change- Ribo wasted no time in digging into his feast, and the quiet of the room was overtaken by the sounds of his gorging. Being where she is it was easy to hear- the smacking of his lips, every gulp and swallow he took, and the gurgling of his stomach as it started to fill with food. He really knew how to pack it away…

Celeste's mind wandered as he ate. She was going to be part of that at some point- she had no idea how he could fit that much food into him and still have room for a person, but Ribo had always been a big eater for as long as she’s known him. He somehow managed to stay rail-thin despite his constant gorging…maybe psychic types had particularly strong digestive systems to keep up with their energy demands. She wasn’t particularly worried about being eaten either, despite the risks that came with being eaten alive. He’s done it before and while it got her clothes dirty, she was ultimately unharmed. He claimed he could only feel full once he had swallowed her, but she had the feeling he had just developed a taste for his trainer at some point…

Speaking of that…a rumble rippled its way across her back. His stomach was full enough to press against her already? She hadn’t zoned out for long, but when Celeste turned she was greeted with his rounded gut starting to peek out from beneath his shirt. The sounds of digestion were audible, his stomach busily burbled and gurgled as it worked at his meal. Ribo leaned back as he started to chug a bottle of soda, and Celeste could just barely hear it fizzing as it collected inside his stomach. He belched as the bottle was emptied, and his stomach bubbled with carbonation. She opted to work her little hands into his stomach, kneading out a few extra belches and satisfied hums and moans from her pokemon. She won’t have to worry about too many belches squeezing her now…she turned around and let herself rest against his belly again, with the sounds of digestion overtaking her thoughts. But now that she thinks about it, he's been awful quiet after that…

Ribo's hand came suddenly, scooping her up in one smooth movement and holding her up in front of his face. He slowly licked his lips, smiling as he cast his hungry gaze on her. “Heeeey~ Guess who's got room for dessert? And guess who's lookin’ like dessert…”Celeste took this opportunity to look back at the table, seeing that he somehow managed to pack away most of that feast she made. “Ribo, I just don't know how your stomach does it. That was enough food for four people!” Her companion beamed proudly, with his stomach echoing the sentiment with a loud grumble. “That's a trade secret, eheheh! Say, why don't you ask it in person? But…mm…you could be bigger…”

He set her down again, right on top of his belly as his eyes glowed. Her size shifted once more, only growing large enough to just barely wrap her arms around his stuffed gut. “Mm~ Much better, wouldn't ya say Lessie? Dessert's got to be the cherry on top after all!” Both of his hands came to lift her up, positioning her above his head with her looking down at him. “Come on, Ribo…it's not like you to draw out mealtime.”“Oh?” One of his slimy horns twitched. “You're making it sound like you want to be inside, heheh~ Your wish is my command, my lady~”

His tone was playful and teasing, Celeste couldn't help but flush at his callout. Ribo’s maw opened wide beneath her, his tongue wiggling playfully as he began to lower her inside. His tongue traveled up her legs; a pleased hum vibrated around them as his mouth closed. The tasting continued for a moment before he suddenly swallowed, pulling her lower half and most of her torso into his mouth and down his throat. She kept still for now- he mostly loved a struggle once she was entirely sealed inside. He was really taking his time, holding her there for a minute or two before opening up to swallow again. His trainer sunk deeper into him, with her head being the last thing left to swallow. Faintly, she can feel fingers press against her from outside…and with a final, deep gulp, she was pulled down his gullet. The slide down was slow- he didn't bother with actively swallowing anymore, instead opting to let peristalsis do all the work. Gently, Celeste was pulled down past his excitedly thumping heart, and she could hear his busy stomach beginning to approach.

It felt like forever, but she was finally pushed into Ribo's gut. It was mostly full of half-digested gunk, though there were definitely whole chunks of food he gulped down in here. There wasn't a lot of room to start with, and the chyme reached her chest, but she pushed and squirmed around in an effort to settle in. The contents of his stomach sloshed around with her movements, grumbling and burbling noisily as its meal got comfortable. “Oooh~ aah, mmgh…Lessie…” He moaned in stuffed bliss, hands already pressing against his stomach to knead and massage it. “You fill me so good…~”

Someone sounded happy. Good, that was the point of all this. A belch suddenly rippled out of him, causing his churning stomach to close in tight for a moment. The walls relented only slightly, pushing against her as it worked on processing all of this food. Celeste reached out, pressing her hands into the folds of his gut to help it along. “Ohh, perfect.…good girl, that's the spot…” The Reuniclus reclined there for a short while, resting his hands on his stomach and just enjoying the feeling of being full. Any outsiders could clearly tell by his large round stomach and the loud sounds of digestion that he had a large meal to sleep off, and the gentle movement and bumps from inside meant it was particularly lively…but to her surprise, she could feel movement after a while of thinking he had fallen asleep.

“Mmh, so sleepy…let's go enjoy you somewhere more private, hm?”

He stood up, his gut sloshing and rocking as he moved. Celeste's world rocked around her, but the steady rhythm of the stomach walls shifting and compressing didn't let up an inch. Ribo moved slowly though the movement stirred up a couple belches; his destination was a hammock set outside in the sun. He carefully settled inside, unbuttoning his pants to let his gut expand as he laid down. The extra room wasn't much for his dinner guest when she was sharing space with a pool of half-digested food, but her new resting position wasn't bad. 

The sunlight against his stomach helped stir up digestion even more, making his belly warm and active. On the outside he slowly rubbed and kneaded his stomach, swaying in the hammock. The heat and movement was relaxing, and she knew she'd be released eventually…slipping into a food coma with her lifelong companion wasn't a bad idea.

[kafus]

ok i've decided i want to infodump about vee and nova a little after all! because uhh not only am i impatient because autism but i also. want to dip my toes into talking about this. just days ago i was still terrified but now i am Tentatively Brave... if i can talk about it here casually like this then i should be able to write a more formal summary later some other time

i've tagged this post appropriately (at least i think i have, feel free to suggest if i should add more) but also a heads up here too before i keep talking that while i'm not going into graphic detail on anything there are STRONG themes of organized sexual abuse of a child, sexual abuse of animals, and grooming! (there are no disturbing visuals in this post, just text)

IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS POST THAT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE U

takes a deep breath alright so the deal with these two. back all the way in 2021, i decided i wanted to make "vent ocs" as in i just wanted some concrete/consistent designs i could use in vent art drawings that weren't a direct reflection of what i envision myself to look like or whatever. i was going through a lot in 2021, in december 2020 i had just gotten my first big repressed memory back and my life was in a whirlwind of change and heavily increased PTSD and DID symptoms, so i was using art a lot as an outlet. in the end i settled on this drawing, based on the design taste i would have had as a young person (god the quality is so old now LOL i've improved a lot but anyway)

i was intending for these two to be just visual designs and nothing more than that but i got attached and actually ended up giving them a whole storyline and everything, which is something i admittedly hadn't done in a long time up to that point so that's cool.

the reason i preface explaining the premise of the storyline with this is because i think it's important to acknowledge that these two are intrinsically tied with my real life and the feelings i experience as a CSA/OA survivor. not because i think someone has to go through awful things to write or draw about them necessarily, but because i am passionate about expressing myself. it's important for me to be seen in some way, to be heard after years of silence. it is not safe for me mentally to share the exact details of my abuse online rn (and please don't ask for them!) but i also don't want these two to be removed from the message that i survived something and this is me making art about that in an abstracted and magical way with a fictional universe that brings me a lot of comfort. i hope this makes sense lol

oh and also with that in mind if you think for even a second any of this is a weird sex thing for me or some shit please stop reading this post and go do something else with your time. this is my trauma expression and i don't need to be compared to the people i was abused by when i was a literal toddler thank you!

AANYWAY so! premise! gonna be point blank with it! vee (not her original name but shh) is born as a normal 100% human girl, aka without the eevee ears and tail. she is groomed from a very young age (like, toddler age) and eventually abducted by her groomers which happen to be members of... well right now it's team rocket because i haven't spent the time to worldbuild a new villainous pokemon organization yet. roll with me here. she is taken to a remote facility out in the middle of fucking nowhere and is never returned to her previous life or family.

Why? well i'm glad you asked! the org is running a bunch of different experiments in this facility and one of them happens to be trying to enable humans reproducing with pokemon. this doubles as both a money thing and a power thing. they seek out a child as the victim of these horrible experiments because children are easily malleable. way easier to control a child than an adult who already has a firm identity/self.

vee is the child they chose. surgery is forcibly done on her to give her working eevee ears and tail, and also like, fuck with her body chemistry and stuff. she's biologically part eevee now. yes this is bullshit pokemon magic science LMAO but she is kept in this facility and chronically sexually abused for a few years by pairing her with various mons and trying to get eggs to happen.

the experiment isn't working though so they hypothesize that giving her a dedicated partner, especially of the same evolutionary line, would help, and they raise nova from birth as an eevee to take on that role. eventually the two of them are paired together. despite the acts they are forced to commit on each other and the abuse they endure, they actually become inseparable very quickly cause like. they don't have anyone else. and also they just genuinely care about each other. additionally at this point nova has evolved into an espeon and has telepathic powers, so him and vee can communicate linguistically with each other, so you know that helps

generally my current focus of this story is in the early years, when vee is 12 and younger, before they start realizing that shit is fucked up and they need to escape (up until that hypothetical point they have been successfully groomed into believing everything happening to them was not abuse/was normal). i have left out a metric fuckton of detail here just to get across the basic premise. i am constantly exploring vee's psyche, nova's psyche, it's like an in depth exploration of the mind of an abused child in horrific circumstances and god it's cathartic. i love these two so fucking much

btw i guess this art has more context now huh haha after i infodumped off the plot to my sister they looked at this art again and was like. OHHH THIS IS EVEN MORE OMINOUS AND HARD TO LOOK AT WITH CONTEXT. AND I WAS LIKE YEAH!!!! YOU SEE THE VISION!!! THE SYMBOLISM!! ETC!!!!

uh yeah if you read this far thank you and i just wanna say i've been building up the courage to talk about these two for GENUINELY two years, it has been over 2 full years since that initial drawing, and i am nervous and jittery posting this but i do not want to die without having shared my work with the world and i'm willing to take the risks to get my voice out there. so you reading it is very much appreciated ur like my first step into being more confident as a survivor lol

oh and fwiw despite these guys being so correlated with my trauma it's not offensive to make headcanons or ask me questions about them or compliment darker art of them however you want, in fact i love that shit!! please i've been holding these guys back for two years i have so much to say that hasn't been said. as much as i am nervous i am EXCITED

[minorisato]

nobori niisan is fucking jacked

pokemon / blankshipping / wc: 2278 / warnings: NSFT, inc.st / notes: takes place in a universe where ingo comes back after PLA. i'm coming out as a brocon enjoyer. / consider commissioning me!

Ingo coming back was… unexpected.

The first week or so was a strange, intense adjustment period. Ingo slowly remembering things, coming back to himself, and resuming his position as one of the two Subway Masters at Gear Station. Was he doing particularly well in battles? Well, relatively, with the occasional slip up when he would cross, say, a Lilligant or Sneasel. (Apparently, Pokemon typing was different, several hundred years ago.) For all intents and purposes, though, Ingo was the challenging Subway Master he had always been.

It was refreshing, for Emmet, to see him fall back into the role so easily. Subways didn’t even exist in ancient Sinnoh, so when he learned of his brother’s fate, he grew concerned that Ingo might never return to his position. Gear Station wasn’t the same without him, and Emmet couldn’t possibly run every line by himself. Ingo taking back over the single line, and both of them working together on the multi line– it was good. It was like nothing changed at all.

Things definitely did change, though. It was nice, while battling, to pretend that everything was the same as always, but in their personal lives, things were different.

Emmet still had bouts of paranoia, anxiety attacks wherein he shook and sobbed (and, sometimes, would even yell,) begging Ingo to not leave again. Ingo, occasionally, would forget he had come back at all– using the wrong move against a Sneasel, that’s one thing, one small thing. Sometimes, though, Ingo would wake far earlier than either typically would, and would dress himself to go out. When questioned, Ingo would always reply, “I must find Lady Sneasler.” And then Emmet, shaky, would calmly explain that no, no he does not need to find Lady Sneasler, and he would lead Ingo back to bed. Their personal lives were different. But that, that was all personal, things that only the two of them would ever notice.

There was, however, a difference which, to Emmet’s sheer frustration, everyone seemed to notice.

Ingo is fucking built now.

This is fantastic and great for Emmet. When Emmet saw this, it made him overjoyed– downright ecstatic, even. Ingo is built. He’s big and strong and tough, and it’s all for him. Ingo can come out of the shower and Emmet can see every muscle, clean and defined. No one else can really see that.

They can, however, see perfectly fine through his clothes.

The first time something happens, it’s a cold December evening, about three weeks after Ingo first got back. Unova was no stranger to cold weather, and no one was interested in walking or biking when there was clearly a snowstorm on the horizon. The subway was a preferable– and far warmer– option. So, naturally, the station was packed. Every worker was busy, with the twins being no exception.

Of course, it is the perfect time for something to go wrong. Wrong for Emmet, anyway.

Ingo and Emmet discuss quietly amongst themselves, or as quietly as they can, against the clamour of the busy station. It is during this that a woman taps on Ingo’s shoulder, drawing both his and Emmet’s attention. She’s a bit shorter than them both, rather slim, and frankly, quite pretty. A Boltund trots around her feet. “Excuse me,” she starts, thankfully polite, “I know now probably isn’t the best time, but would you be interested in getting dinner sometime?”

Emmet’s eyes widen. In the back of his mind, he can hear the sound of shattering glass.

“I’m very sorry,” Ingo apologizes simply, also sounding extremely polite (because when isn’t he, really,) “but we’re very busy this season. I’m afraid I’ll need to decline!”

The last bit is a little loud, which is likely a bit mortifying for the woman, but Emmet can’t feel very bad for her at the moment. He just got Ingo back, he is not letting some lady just steal him away again. He’s thankful for Ingo’s quick response, and the lady nods in understanding before she and her Boltund scuttle away. Simple, easy, done.

Surely this will not become a pattern, Emmet hoped.

The second time it happens, the snow has died down, and the station is a bit less busy than in the evenings of December. Valentine's day is around the corner, and advertisements with cute Pokemon, chocolate and flowers are plastered around the station. A woman makes a comment, as she is boarding, about how muscular Ingo is. Ingo, embarrassed, declines her as he did the woman prior, while Emmet glares at her from behind him the entire time.

When Valentine’s day actually rolls around, Ingo is propositioned again. And again. And again.

Emmet is losing his mind.

The last straw is when a drunk woman, after (as with others before her) commenting on Ingo’s muscularity, attempted to reach out and touch him. In that moment, Emmet decided he had had enough, doing the declining for Ingo, before grabbing his twin by the wrist and pulling him away from the scene. (And, also, releasing a Joltik to do whatever it may please [electrocute her.])

“You need to stop being muscular immediately,” Emmet hisses, pulling Ingo away. “Or we need to ban people who flirt with you.”

Ingo grimaces. “Emmet, we can’t ban people for harmless flirting. Were they to attempt to touch me, in any way–”

“She did,” Emmet spits, “that woman did try and touch you. And she is drunk. And she should be banned.”

Ingo glances off. “I did not notice, to be honest.” He pauses, clearing his throat. “Me losing muscle mass, also, would take some time. I would need to stop exercising completely to go back to how I was before, which is improbable if not impossible, considering our duties at the station.” Emmet continues to pull Ingo along as he explains this. After a moment of Emmet grumbling under his breath, Ingo tacks on, “where exactly are we going?”

“We are going to our office,” Emmet states simply.

“Emmet, we are busy!” Ingo shouts, growing a bit frustrated. “We don’t have time to–”

Emmet stops, turning in his tracks to face Ingo momentarily. He is still smiling, as he always is, but he’s also very clearly on-edge. “We. Are going. To our office.”

Ingo swallows. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Emmet continues dragging him along. “Would you rather I kiss you in front of everyone?”

“Emmet!” Ingo shouts, “is that what this is?!”

“Ingo is mine,” Emmet says quietly, as they reach their office. “Everyone keeps flirting with Ingo. They don’t know. I will make it known that Ingo is taken.”

The door swings open, and Ingo sighs, moving in to sit in his office chair as Emmet closes the door behind them. He, notably, does not turn on the lights. “Emmet, this is really–”

He’s cut off when Emmet quickly approaches and promptly plants his ass in Ingo’s lap. Ingo’s volume picks up a bit as he begins stammering, while Emmet begins to make work of undoing his tie. The office chair creaks under their combined weight, and distantly, Emmet wonders if maybe now, with Ingo’s muscle, if the chair will be able to handle it. He quickly shifts focus, however, throwing Ingo’s undone tie behind him, onto the floor.

“Em-Emmet,” Ingo just barely lets out, his brain finally seeming to catch up to his mouth. “This is– we’re at work.”

“People should not have flirted with Ingo at work,” is Emmet’s simple reply, as he begins to undo the buttons of Ingo’s shirt. Despite his slight attempts at protesting, Ingo does not move to remove Emmet from his lap, and instead moves his hand up to cover the bottom half of his face, both in attempt to muffle his moans and to hide the blush growing on his cheeks.

Emmet undoes just enough to reveal Ingo’s neck and his pectorals, the same fucking pecs that people keep flirting with him about. He moves forward, and carefully, gently bites at the spot where Ingo’s neck meets his shoulders, sucking on the skin there. Ingo lets out a whine at the feeling, not quiet enough to truly be muffled by his hand, and it encourages Emmet to suck a bit harder. After a moment, he gives that spot a lick, causing Ingo to shudder, and Emmet moves to a different spot.

“Em– Emmet,” Ingo breathes, really trying to keep his voice down, as he moves his arms to wrap around the other, gripping at Emmet’s coat. “Emmet–”

“Ingo is mine,” Emmet says, between licks and bites. “He was mine before. He is mine now. Nothing will change this.”

“Ri-right,” Ingo says, “yours. Yours, Emmet. And you’re mine.”

“No one will take Ingo from me.”

“No one,” Ingo agrees. “No one, I– Emmet–”

Between his thighs, almost directly next to his crotch, Emmet can feel something gently poking him. He looks down, noticing a tent forming in Ingo’s slacks. “Oh,” Emmet lets out, and moves one hand to palm at the other’s member through the pants. “You like this.”

Ingo clears his throat. “Of course I do,” he lets out, a bit quieter than he had previously been. He’s embarrassed. “Emmet, please don’t tease me.”

Quickly, while pressing a kiss to Ingo’s chest, Emmet reaches both hands down, unbuckling his twins belt and removing it from each belt loop, throwing it aside, likely to wherever the tie ended up. Once it’s removed, he unbuttons Ingo’s pants, sliding them, as well as his boxers, down just enough to let the black-clad man’s cock hit the air of the shared office. Ingo shakes as it is suddenly freed, letting out a gasp, and then he bites down on his bottom lip, attempting (and only slightly failing) to muffle a loud moan as Emmet wraps a hand around it. The one part of Ingo that remains blessedly unchanged after years apart.

“You need to be quiet, Ingo,” Emmet starts, smirking against his skin. “We are at work.”

“Emmet,” Ingo grips his coat a bit tighter, “You are the one who insisted on us doing this during work hours!”

“You like it though,” Emmet states, and begins moving his hand up and down, setting a steady rhythm. It serves to draw more moans from Ingo, which said man desperately tries to muffle, biting his lips. “See? You like it verrrry much.”

Ingo doesn’t respond verbally, instead rolling his hips into Emmet’s touch as the twin moves to give him another hickey, right where his neck meets his chin. Through a fog of lust, Ingo recognizes that this is an awful spot for Emmet to put a hickey– in fact, it is the worst spot for Emmet to put a hickey. It’s the only area which is uncovered both by the collar of his shirt and the collar of his coat. Every other spot could easily be hidden, but this? This wouldn’t work. People could see. Ingo tries to voice this, but all that comes out is another broken moan, as he slowly but surely loses grip on his ability to keep quiet with what’s happening.

“So good,” Emmet breathes, right against that same spot, the breath so hot in contrast to the rather cool air of the office that it causes Ingo to jump. “You are doing so good.” He then licks it, and Ingo gasps as Emmet picks up his pace, up and down, up and down, as the white-clad man’s other hand caresses Ingo’s chest. “You’re twitching in my hand.”

Ingo shakes, hips bucking up against his control. Still, he grips Emmet’s coat. “Emmet,” he can just barely let out, “Emmet, I’m– I’m–”

“Are you close, Ingo?” Emmet asks, and his twin nods furiously. “Are you going to cum on my hand?”

“Yes,” Ingo breathes, “yes, yes, Emmet, Emmy, I’m– I’m–!”

Riiiip.

Emmet’s eyes widen, as do Ingo’s, as he fully loses control of himself, convulsing against the other, indeed, cumming into his hand, letting out what can only be defined as a yell as his whole body tenses, untenses, tenses, untenses. Emmet is so enraptured by this sight in front of him that it is almost enough to distract him from how cold his back suddenly feels.

With the hand that is not covered in his twin’s cum, Emmet reaches behind himself, feeling for– ah. Yup, there it is.

“My coat,” he lets out weakly.

Ingo’s eyes are still wide open, as even through his post-orgasmic haze, he seems entirely aware of what happened. “I am so sorry,” he starts. “I am– oh, Arceus. I am so sorry, I didn’t– I wasn’t trying to–”

“You’re strong,” Emmet lets out, a bit of mirth creeping into his voice. “Ingo is strong.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Ingo grimaces.

Emmet first removes his hand from Ingo’s dick, and then removes his cum-stained glove, and finally removes his coat, examining the rip. Ingo squirms a bit as he does this, straightening himself out (putting his dick away) before Emmet finally says, “I love it.”

Ingo blinks. “What?”

“I love it,” Emmet repeats. “I am going to hang it on our wall.”

Stern, Ingo replies, “you are not hanging it on our wall.”

“It is proof,” Emmet starts. “Proof that your muscles are mine and no one will steal you from me.”

Ingo looks up at Emmet, clearing his throat, and he glances around a bit before returning his gaze to the white-clad man. “That was already true,” he states. “No one is going to take you from me, or me from you. I love you.”

Emmet blushes, looking at Ingo, and then back down at the coat. “I still want to hang it on the wall.”

“Please don’t.”

[jarritos-hetalia]

Part two of Hetalia as things I've heard! (Extended edition)

These are from years ago, like a while ago. So there are references to Pokemon scarlet and violet, and maybe other things.

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Italy: That kid just twerked on baby Jesus!

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Hungary: So a woman's period is kinda like-

Prussia: *Starts Crying*

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Germany: Hey Japan-

Japan: *Hugs him*

Germany: *Confused Screaming*

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Romano: Do you know who that is? *Points to a random person*

Spain: No?

Romano: That's because you are ugly.

Spain: *Sad*

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America: Hey Old man, have you heard of the star wars character Bofa?

Canada: Don’t

England: What?

America: Bofa deez nuts in your mouth!

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America: I’ve played basketball before.

America: *Goes to shoot the ball*

Canada: Go Lebron Manays!

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Romano: *Sitting on the floor behind Italy and Spain so he doesnt get called on*

Spain: *pointing to him* Romano is here!

Romano: You Bitch

Spain: Germany, call on him!

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Italy: Bye Germany!

Germany: Bye Italy, Love you!

Italy:

Germany: I’m so sorry

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America: *On a discord call with Japan*

Japan: Bye

America: Bye, Love you

Japan: Wha-

America: * Hangs up*

Discord- would you like to rate your call?

America: *typing* Bad, I accidentally said “I Love You”

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America: lol

England: What is this 2012? I haven't heard anyone say “lol” in years.

America: *internally* Did no one ever teach you to mind your own business.

England: *Laughing his ass off*

America: yesterday you said that something was groovy, what year are you living in, 1980?

England: >:O

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Romano: So I stabbed myself in the leg three times with a pen-

Italy: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!

Romano: Because I was stressed? Anyway-

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Hong Kong: *Vibing to Cabinet Man by Lemon Demon at three am*

Japan: *Bangs on his door* DID YOU OPEN MY MOUNTAIN DEW?!

Hong Kong: wha- WHY THE FUCK WOULD I??

Japan: GOOD *leaves*

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Italy: Illions’s favorite pizza topping is ketchup.

Romano: *Grabs his bat* What the fuck.

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America: TwO tRuCkS, hAvInG sEx

England: What the actual fuck

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Germany: I’m Hyperlexic

Italy: I’m Dyslexic

Japan: Together you are lexic

Romano: You just brought back so many lexia memories

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Russia: I opened his mountain dew

Hong Kong: Why?

Russia: I like to inhale the carbonation.

Hong Kong: *Confused Screaming*

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France: I’m not going

England: Okay

France: *Gets out of the car*

England: I thought you weren't coming?

France: I am now

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Receptionist: Hey lady, so the restrooms are all the way across the building and the others are through the gym

Hungary: Why?

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Romano: I swear to God if one more thing goes wrong today I'm going to kill myself.

Spain: Hey.

Romano: I'm going to kill myself!

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England: *Walking*

America: You look like an NPC

England: What?

America: Now you look like a roblox character.

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Italy: I got an ad for the new pokemon game and I was like “Did that pokemon just turn into a fucking motorbike?!”

Romano: *Mocking Him* Did that person just turn into a present?!

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England: I can’t feel my facial muscles.

France: You can’t because you don’t commonly give people blow jobs.

England: What the heck.

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France: Next person to walk through the door is annoying

England: *walks through the door*

France: True

England: FUCK YOU

France: I know you would you slut

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America: That man was a pedophile!

England: It was the fucking mall santa!

Canada: Truly the most perverted man alive.

England: You too!?

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Romano: Italy I swear to God if you do something more chaotic than you normally do I'm going to fucking choke Spain out.

Italy: Why are you torturing Spain

Romano: Because Spain is just an annoying little brat

Spain: *Getting ready to be killed* Screw you Romano no one loves you

Germany: I'm going to the corn field

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America: is it a hotdish or a casserole?

Canada: a Casserole?

America: Nope, a hotdish

Canada: What the fuck is wrong with you.

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Italy: Anything can kill you if you throw it hard enough!

Romano: *Breaking threw the door* Hey! That’s my line!

France: Anything can be a dildo if you try hard enough! England: You are a fucking disappointment

France: I know

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Italy: This is my favorite picture of Germany!

Japan: All I see is Johnny Deept

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Romano: *Kicking the air*

Prussia: *Grabs His leg*

Romano: *Falls*

Prussia: ‘-’

Romano: HE THREW ME! Prussia: NO I FUCKING DIDN’T

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Russia: I know your mom

America: *Does Not have a mom* What’s her name?

Russia: Umm

America: What’s her name?

Russia: I’m in danger *Laughes*

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Canada: I don’t know football

America: Okay?

Canada: But I know Hockey

America: Why

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Germany: Depressed can be a character trait?

Germany: Hey y'all my name is Germany and I’m depressed!

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Germany: *Making the hand wolves have sex*

Romano: DON’T MAKE THE HAND WOLVES HAVE SEX

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Norway: So Finland gave me two fidget toys

Iceland: ?

Norway: and one of them is this fidget spinner thing and the other one is just a ball

Iceland: Ball, I want ball

Norway: O-okay. *Hands him the ball*

Iceland: *holds the ball* Textured Ball

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Iceland: Hey Sealand, look at this *Shows him screenshots of lexia*

Sealand: Wha- *Starts Crying and screaming*

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Romano: Sprigatito the italian seasoning cat.

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Canada: Mom said that I was her favorite memory and that you were her second

America: *Angry Yelling*

England: I said that because he was the first born!

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America: Hey BrOtHeR!

Canada: What do you want?

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Iceland: I’ll walk home by myself

Sweden: You won’t

Iceland: Watch me *Walks out*

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Italy: when in doubt, know your way out

Germany: what are you planning on doing

Japan: *running* I AM NOT TAKING ANY CHANCES 

Germany: what???

~~~ Spain: Two trucks having sex~

Romano: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SPAIN

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England: *Talking about child labor* Look at how dead inside this child looks

England: *Shows a picture of a kid from miss pilgrims home for particular children* Look at how similar they are, so you might say that the kids were ‘particular’

England: *Shows a picture of the kids from the shining* I added that one in there for fun-

America: *turns to Canada* We’re talking about child labor and he wants to make that fun?

Canada: Weird

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China: Remembering the time my boyfriend told me that “Sweet Bod” by Lemon Demon was our love song but in a romantic way.

Japan: and you didn’t break up with him?

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America: You can perform CPR to “Two Trucks” by Lemon Demon

Japan: What?

America: Imagine waking up after CPR and hearing “Two Trucks, having sex”

Japan: What is wrong with you?

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[pokemenlovingmen]

ur writing has truly captivated my attention, i truly adore how you characterize everyone, and thats not yet reading your other writing requests AAAAA!!!! im just!! wow cat eyes wide holding these fics in my hands gently

if its alright, im a little embarrassed to ask so quickly, could i ask for more general loving teasing for adaman? just flustering him (by blatantly flirting with him if anything) sounds like a fun time tbh msbdndb

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to this sooner, I wanted to, but since it had a request attached I waited on the post. But thank you so much!! You guys are for real SO NICE, like for as many specifics and rules as I have for requesting and interactions I’ve pulled such a kind and supportive audience. I usually write full fics in my spare time, but it’s been hard to finish any project so these headcanon list type things are good to keep the creative juices flowing, and I’m so flattered that what I basically use as practice pieces are things you like so much!!! You guys are so kind!!! I’m glad you like my stuff so much!! We gays are in this together!

And Adaman requests are always speaking my language, I’ve never been as down biblically bad for a man in a Pokemon game as I have that guy <3

Teasing and Flirting w/ Adaman!

💎 — Adaman is pretty hard to shake up, not that he’s stoic, but more that he’s just so laid-back and being raised into this clan leadership position, it’s second nature for him to just be ready to react to anything.

💎 — And if someone he didn’t have feelings for tried teasing or flirting with him, he’d probably just smile, totally oblivious to their true intentions because he’s got a million things on his mind and any attraction for that person isn’t one of them. He just won’t think anything of it.

💎 — But coming from a person he is romantically inclined towards, however…

💎 — Well, he might laugh a lot more at your jokes. You might catch him running a hand through his hair with surprising regularity. Like he’s nervous or something…

💎 — He’ll usually do that classic narrow-eyed Adaman Look towards you when he realizes you’re trying to get a rise out of him. Well, ha! He’s the leader of the Diamond Clan, and he’s more strong-willed than that, thank you very much.

💎 — But okay, you’re really testing him. He’s good at keeping his voice steady, but if you’re around other people there’s no mistaking how his face tints just sliiiightly pink when you talk.

💎 — Walk up to him and twirl his hair while he’s just talking to someone or even just minding his own business, he’ll whip around and give you a MASSIVE glare.

💎 — Hugs from behind really fluster him. If you wrap your arms around his waist the first thing that kicks in is the “defend myself from wild Pokemon” instinct, and once he realizes it’s only you he’ll just scowl and try and ignore you.

💎 — The “scowl and try to ignore you” is a regular technique of his that usually doesn’t work. Of course, you know him well enough to tell the difference between when he’s flustered and actually mad. Adaman’s face doesn’t go all red when he’s angry.

💎 — He’ll take your first few flirtatious comments in stride but the thicker you lay it on, the less dignified his responses get.

“Do you know how pretty you are?”

“Why, yes, I did! Thank you for noticing, S/O.”

“You’re soooo cute when you smile.”

“Did you mean handsome? I don’t think a clan leader is meant to be ‘cute’.”

“You have the sweetest laugh ever, I want to hear it more.”

“Very sweet of you, but we’re in public!”

“If I kiss this spot behind your ear, you get all red and it’s the cutest thing ever, look…”

“Eh?! Can’t this wait for somewhere more private??”

💎 — Funny thing is, Adaman does a lot of teasing himself. He’s suave, confident, and charming, being teasy and flirtatious is just second nature. But if there’s one thing that’s also true about Adaman, is he CANNOT take what he dishes out. His flustered reactions to your teasing are pure and simple embarrassment. He’s nervous about looking too soft.

💎 — He’s never been in a relationship before, much less one with a man, and he has a lot on his shoulders as clan leader. Romantic interactions, all that playful couple stuff, it’s all so new to him and being on the receiving end of it just. Short circuits him. It’s why you find him so fun to fluster, and also why he forgives you so quickly—it’s just some harmless fun and your little way of nudging him to relax a bit in your relationship.

💎 — And he understands and appreciates that! He loves the flirting, deep down, he just has literally no idea how to react to it. Feelings?? Help?? Man calling me pretty make my heart go thump??

💎 — When you two are finally somewhere remotely private, he drags you off by the arm with a “what was that?!”

💎 — You just wink at him and tell him he’s so cute, it’s just hard to help yourself sometimes.

💎 — He’s also very weak to winking. That suaveness sweeps him off his feet.

💎 — When he does get you alone while you’re still in that flirty, teasey mood, he’ll probably scold you a bit and try as hard as he can to be mad at you—which he isn’t, because he’s a pushover and also this attention just tickles his heart in the best way.

💎 — But after he gets done sulking… he might scoot a little closer to you and shyly ask if you could talk like that with him again, or be playfully affectionate again, it really did feel good.

💎 — Just stop doing it while he’s trying to handle clan business!! You HARLOT. (affectionate)

💎 — But hey, you’ll get him to loosen up eventually. Until then, it’s pretty funny to watch him struggle to conjure up a proper reaction to you being this way.

(This all came out incredibly sexual-sounding which wasn’t the intent at all… my apologies. The harlot thing was a dramatic jab but nothing was intended as sexual here, Adaman getting flustered was just him getting flustered, nothing more. That ended up being really challenging to convey though, I’m sorry. ;;)

[alien-girl-21]

I was bored and started thinking about shit that happened when I was in highschool, and one thing lead to another and so this happened

Joker out as things guys in my highschool did (+ bonus käärijä)

(yes, these all happened)

• Called himself the "math messiah" —Jan

• Starting a human pyramid on the back of the class just because —Bojan

• Playing with tazers like light sabers —Bojan and Jure

• Making a tunnel of people and having one person run through it while everyone else threw their backpacks at them —they all organized it

• Play fighting a little too hard and breaking a window —Jance

• Throwing someone in the small, mounted cabinet in the classroom to see what was inside, and thus, breaking it —bokris

• Playing charlie charlie in the school lab table —Bojan and nace

• Directly staring at a chemical reaction we were told not to look at because it might blind us —Jure

• Calling that same chemical reaction the 'expecto patronus' spell —Nace

• Improving a song about the national independence because they forgot to make an actual presentation about it and had just brought a guitar with them —(bo)jan²

• Organized freestyle rap battles in the middle of class (brought a speaker to listen to the beats better) —Bojan

• Organized wrestling matches in the free periods —Bojan

• Participated in said wrestling matches —everyone else

• Hit the vape the second the teacher entered the classroom and coughed up all the smoke in shock, making the teacher think there was a fire —Kris

• Being the goalie for a football match while blindfolded (no one else was) —Jure

• Performing a rock cover of the school anthem at 8 in the morning in a school assembly —do I even need to explain?

• Tripping on the field and creating a domino effect that made like 30 people fall as well —Kris

• The second a fight broke out in the gymnasium (there really wasn't a fight), he picked up his gf bridal style and sprinted out the gymnasium screaming "WE'RE NOT DYING TODAY BABE" —Nace (the gf is jan)

• Ran off a protest we were doing to buy empanadas —bokris

• Answered the question "how do you write sol?" With "s-o-l" in guitar class —Kris

• Got so attatched to the egg baby project thing that when a football crushed it he actually cried a bit —Bojan

• Somehow made an oil paint concoction that never dried in the almost two months we were painting with oil paints —Jure

• Sprinted out of class to go play pokemon go at the school entrance —Nace

• Almost made the woodwork class explode because of faulty wiring they made —Bojan, Jan, and Jure

• Used to exchange school jackets because they missed each other (they swore they just didn't look at which jacket belonged to who) —jance

• His flirting technique was to say that he was the same zodiac sign as the girl he liked even if he wasn't —Bojan

• Was trying to do the splits and a primary school kid ran up to him and kicked him in the balls —Jan

• During a very important test (like very fucking important) tried to cheat in the biology section by searching what a cell was on google, just for the text-to-speech to start reading the definition in max volume —Bojan

• Accidentally used baking powder instead of flour when baking cookies in cooking class —Bojan, Jan, and Nace

• Went off to every table in the cafeteria and stole every hot sauce to add more to his fried chicken because 'it wasn't spicy enough' (more of the same hot sauce did not make it more spicy) —Jan

• Lost 300$ worth of food because the same cafeteria closed down the day after he put money into his account —Nace

• Brought a gas mask to class when there was a cold outbreak in the school —Bojan (still got sick)

• Got the wifi password of the art supply store near the school and used it to play minecraft on his phone —Jan

• Used to bring USBs with call of duty on them, installed them on every computer in the computer lab and played with his friends in class —Bojan

• Smuggled a toaster and blender into the school, got bread, cheese, ham, strawberries and milk delieverd to the school and made sandwiches and smoothies for the class (you had to pay though) —Jure and Kris

• Daily breakfast would consist of: a bottle of the same brand of cheap energy drink bought in the kiosk for like 2 months straight —Bojan

• Played a gay character in a play and was so good at it that teachers had a sit down with him to ask him if he was actually gay —Bojan

• Brought alcohol to an alcohol-free party organized by the school, said to not show anyone just to show everyone the bottle of alcohol —Jan

• Actually did the 'this shot's for you, babe' on a basketball game (his final pe test) and failed it —Bojan

• Used to ask girls to pluck his eyebrows weekly in the middle of class because he wanted them to look good —Kris

(+ bonus jere bc i just had to)

• Confidently saying the capital of Colombia is Ecuador in the oral geography test —Jere

• Tried to hide a basketball under his shirt (basketballs were banned) and when questioned about the bulge in his shirt, replied with "I'm pregnant" —Jere

• At a patty organized by the parents of pur class, got drunk, went to sleep on the floor and ended up being used as a bench by like 3 girls —Jere

[passionfruitmango]

Hey guys Im struggling so I'm gonna collect my thoughts and feelings with this read more! Feel free to read or scroll, whatever works best for you 💖

HOO okay that shit with my mom yesterday? Infuckingsane. Imagine leaving your kid in the legal guardianship of the kids best friends mom, never checking back in to see how your kid is doing, only passively via a TEXT to said kid. Mind you they left me 1500 miles away while they took their new baby to raise with HIS family. Oh mind you the whole reason they had to leave was because they were a year behind in rent and didn't make any effort to put money towards that, only to buy physical things for themselves. Before they left they went out of their way to make sure they had a Christmas FULL of gifts but NOTHING FOR ME!!! I had to buy my own food with child support money, I had to figure out how to pay activity fees (what they make you pay to join a sport or activity in American high school) without a job, and when I BEGGED to be put in drivers ed? I was told no. Because they "couldn't afford it."

So for my mother to have the AUDACITY to send me a picture of some strangers dashboard with fucking pokemon plushies in it, then say "I can see you and your sister doing this with your cars"???? I tried to be fucking civil and say "maybe!" And SHE JUST HAD TO FUCKING ASK WHY NOT. oh mind you immediately after that she sends me another unrelated sign about shoplifting that she saw recently. (Which was probably a jab at me, based on a memory I have where I wanted something at walmart, her partner said no, so she told me to "just take it" because her partner "accidentally" stole something from Walmart the week prior. Of course I got caught by a secret shopper. I left evidence. I was a child. I told the shopper my mom told me to and she lied. Not even for me. She lied and said she didn't tell me to steal it.)

The fact that I can literally take 3 hours to remove my own emotional charge, before replying to her saying "Driving is a touchy subject for me. Between 3 adults whose responsibility was to take care of me, not one of them found it necessary to teach me how to drive."

And she just hits me with "that sucks" like she didn't leave me after "raising me" for 16 years.

She takes such pride in perpetuating her generational cycle (not really but thats how it feels) She didn't get taught to drive so why should she teach her daughter? My sister isn't old enough for drivers ed yet so idek if she'll bother with her.

Sometimes I wish my mom did hard drugs. At least then I'd have something to explain this behavior. But no. She's sober. Always has been. She's just like this. Like I get that trauma explains her behavior. But holy fucking shit I wish she at least fucking liked me A LITTLE BIT. Idek why she bothers talking to me (eh probably because she used me as emotional support in youth and is grappling at strings when she's struggling)

What really has me fucked up today is this is just my surface level of issues. I haven't even touched on how I am yet again wearing my hair in a hat just for some semblance of peace and not hearing snide comments from small towners. How every time someone has done that weird midwest thing where they say "how's it going" after you say "hello" I've been telling them Im bad. Because why lie? You asked. I'm not good today. Haven't been for a minute.

My brain does this thing where she wants to go back to escapism when I feel like this, and I am once again wanting to do dxm/drugs. I want so badly to give in just for a night but I've also been doing so well at not touching it.

Im so angry. Im so sad. Im so tired.

Lol I had to pause from this to help a customer who hit me with the "sorry to bother you" like omfg bitch you asked me if im doing better today and I said no. Then you tried to force small talk by asking me if I use the rewards program of the store we're both at??? Like please i don't do personal questions in the workplace. And bitch it's not you that's a bother but if you say that shit to me again im gonna tell you "my mother fucking hates me, doesn't even like me. Nothing you have done. But there ya go

ohhHHHHHH OMG some guy tried to trauma dump on me about his job next door so I just ficking said "my mom hates me." He kept trying to talk about himself and I said "she left mebwhen I was 16 and still thinks she can talk to me" like bro idgaf about you or your employees FUCK OFF