#breeder farm au

[bon-pack-5]

Breeding Farm Au (Humans)

THIS AU CONTAINS OCXCANON, CANONXCANON [will be tagged properly!]

This post will dive into the human/half human characters who don't fit into the farm monster category. There's a difference.

Monster X Monster= Monster Kid

Monster x Human: HumanMonster Child

Human X Human: Human kid

Humans and Monsterhumans are seen as citizens rather than livestock. Therefore they call into the human category

🫐Logan owns the farm, uses he/him, is completely human. No monster genetics. Takes care of the boring paperwork, scheduling appointments, and handling finances. Not as physically weak as most think. Cis male.

🐸Patton coruns the farm with Logan, uses he/they. Frog monster genetics (unknown to Patton). No physical frog traits. Married to Logan. Onsite vet/nurse, obgyn, takes care of the monsters and animals on the farm, also does paperwork. Desperately wants a baby. Cis male.

🕷️Virgil works on the farm, in the fields, feeding the monsters and taking care of them. Virgil uses He/Him, is cis male and has extremely far back monster genetics. Due to this, he goes into heat, needs to go on break for it, and can become pregnant (extremely low chance of getting anyone pregnant however). (Does not know he can become pregnant either)

👑🐙The twins, half human and half monster, Roman (Any Pronouns, Has both), Remus (He/They, Has both). Bigger than the other humans in height, traits are visible, tails, fur, mating cycles etc. Descents of gods, born into royalty. Both and get others pregnant and become pregnant. Both go into rut and heats. When ones in heat, the other ruts, other way around too.

🐺Anxiety(oc), They/them, afab, works alongside Virgil in the barn, helps with the same tasks he does. Get teased alot by the monsters because they're so easy to fluster. Can get pregnant. Wolf Genetics. Goes into heat. No physical traits

Nuerodiveristy(oc), They/Them, afab, vet in training, under patton's wing, can get pregnant. Great friends with their mentor, really close. Great midwife, secretly wants to be bred by Logan and Patton. Autistic.

[fumifooms]

The spiciest pepper in the world was created by a guy trying to cure cancer because capsaicin can kill cancer cells, and then it became fun food for people who love eating stuff that can kill your cells a freakish amount, and I think that’s the kind of shenanigans Marcille should be thrown into in modern AUs

[moon-buggg]

I've spotted your mad science au here and there- just checked through the gag and it looks really fun! From how the town sees them, are animatronics outside of an entrainment setting red flags?

So, the town YN lives in is pretty small and isolated, just a little farming community really. Not the kind of place that gets visitors and especially not a place Frederick Fazbear's Traveling Autonamous Circus would bother stopping in. Most if not all of the townsfolk have never seen an automaton in person at all before Sun and Moon showed up. They would be generally Aware of their existence, but it's not something they would have prior experience with.

Had the townsfolk been introduced to automatons in their original circus setting rather than suddenly appearing with the local creepy shut in everyone's kind of afraid of, they would have seen them in a different light. Like, seeing a tiger at a zoo is one thing right? It's a totally different thing to find out your neighbor is a backyard tiger breeder. Context matters here, and it's mostly the fact that they were with YN that made Sun and Moon seem so ominous (though Moon wasn't exactly helping)

Another factor is that Frederick Fazbear's Traveling Autonomous Circus is the only venue boasting such lifelike automatons. I'm playing a bit fast and loose with time period accuracy, but it's still largely inspired by victorian england. Automatons are rare period, let alone ones capable of half the stuff Sun and Moon can do.

[persy-r-bozo]

Lucky for you I am ALSO a fellow Watership Down and DHMIS fan. Is there any watership down rabbits that inspired the ones you’ve made for your au?

Eg, Red Guy reminds me a bit of Bigwig, and perhaps Fiver with Yellow Guy. Duck’s similar to Kehaar as loud squawky slighty annoying thing

FIVER AND YELLOW GUY 10000% I wanted to make a little doodle page of just yellow guy and fiver doodles beacuse I think fiver would find him funny and gentle for a human-like-thing.

And I could see fiver trying to comfort him in someway beacuse fiver too grew up "diffrent" and "a stupid paranoid runt" in his old warren. But ya know. Rabbits can't really talk.

Bunny yellow has very long ears to mirror his long arms and beacuse yeas.

And I based red guys disign a bit off bigwig! And I kinda based his story in this little au off the hutch rabbits and the red guys. With him being a born on a breeder farm of red fluffy bunnies and running away. (Also bigwig and red are two of my comfort characters irl and I doodle them together on my personal sketch books alot)

I was really debating on making duck a bird to mirror kehaar. But I went with a dwarf rabbit instead Beacuse they are small and protective and very sassy. They also fluff up when angry and end up looking like little cotton balls.

[luna-andra]

The Shadows Return | Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC Retired AU | Chapter 4: Breathe

Author's Note: I'm off of hiatus! 🎉 I'm already 3k words deep into chapter 5, so that should be coming out soon. Here's to writing more in 2024 (if anyone still cares about this fic lol) ����

Word count: 6.2k

Content warning: slow burn, eventual smut, 18+ only, fluff, mentions of mental health

Chapter 1 to start from the beginning. Next chapter

It in fact did not hold. Even worse, it happened within a couple of days. The cherry on top? Andra was unaware as she sat curled up with the book Ghost had pulled off her bookshelf. She was revisiting the story, with a flush that crept up on her face, radiating the apples of her cheeks. The chances of her losing all ability to sit there without so much of a hue of red on her face would be dead in the water. And imagining Ghost’s voice narrating the male’s dialogue? No shot she would be alive after hearing him whisper that shit in her ear. 

Sammy’s frantic bark snatched her out of the shameful fantasy, warning her that something was awry outside. Andra plopped her book down without a second thought, slipping a finger through the window blinds to find her chickens free-roaming outside the pen. “Shit.” She grabbed the cream-colored cardigan from the back of the couch and threw it on and slipped her feet in some easy access shoes, darting outside to go scoop up each chicken. One by one, she stuffed them back into the cozy chicken coop where they would be on lockdown, muttering profanities and curses under her breath. 

All of them went willingly and without so much of a fight. Except for the broody hen, Helen. “Cut it out!” Andra hisses as she winced at the peck of her angry little beak. Her feathers stopped flapping frantically as she was shoved into the coop, and Andra swore she received a side eye from the poultry. She did a head count, not seeing any other chickens in the vicinity. There was a rooster missing. “Dammit, Ted…” Andra jogged around the perimeter of her house, followed up with the barn, the enclosure a couple of more times, and lastly the patches of crops, weaving in and out of the stalks of summer produce, on the hunt for that damn rooster. The tracks of chicken prints were too sporadic, too many chickens have toddled around for her to notice any wandering prints veering off in a different direction. Or maybe she just sucked at following tracks. 

At this point she checked every area nearby seven times over. Her throat tightened, eyes burning as she was on the verge of tears. Andra thought of every scenario, the worst including a wild animal finding the rooster and making a meal of him. She cared deeply for her animals. It pained her to think about finding a mangled, poultry corpse in its wake. 

Andra wiped her teary eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan and shambled back inside. Her phone sat next to the book she abandoned, and she went to pick it up to make a phone call. The line rang once, twice, thrice. It forwarded to voicemail. 

“Ghost, it’s me.” Her voice quivered. She cleared her throat to gain composure. “I’m alright, but my chickens got loose and one is missing. Thought I’d give you a heads up if you find one wandering the road or jumped your fence… okay, sorry to bother you.” Andra hung up after leaving the message, and let out a leaden sigh as she sunk into her couch. Sammy senses her distress and provided comfort with a nudge of her nose against her elbow, her big brown eyes looking up to Andra. 

He called it, too. She replayed Ghost telling her, if the chickens get smart, they’ll breach it. Her chickens have half of a brain cell, collectively shared amongst each other. She never expected it to actually happen. She nearly raised those chickens after they hatched, when they were able to be separated from the flock of the breeder she bought from. They were the first farm animals she had ever owned, spending so much time researching before and after owning them, learning their personalities and behaviors. Andra wanted to continue her search, through the backwoods of her property or across the street in the overbrush of weeds and trees, but it felt like it would be too unsafe to go out there without some form of self-defense. So, she curled up into herself on the couch, hands concealing her face and catching the tears falling from her burning eyes.

----- 

Ghost was hit with a wave of uncomfortable heat as he walked out of the psychiatrist’s office. Something else to aggravate the growing headache he seemed to get after the waste of the one-hour session he spent with Dr. Smith. He believed that Ghost made some sort of progress this time around. Why did he have to go and open his mouth about things?  

”Simon, good to see you return.” Dr. Smith always greeted Ghost with the same salutation at every appointment, whether it was genuine or not, Ghost didn’t care. He was probably just relieved that he returned instead of eating one of his own bullets. “What’s new?”  

Ghost’s scowl remained on the clock relentlessly ticking in the back of the room until he decided to direct his attention to his doctor. “Not sleeping well.”  

“Is it worse than the last time we discussed?” He asked with a professional tone. 

Ghost gave a stern nod. “Getting less hours.” He knew the next question that was going to be asked. “Even with the meds, I have been compliant.” 

Doc took a moment to scribble his notes. “What’s changed?” He looked up to meet Ghost’s face sincerely.  

“Took on another project at the shop. Waiting on the parts to come in, but I have been inspecting the rest of the truck to see what else I can patch up to make sure it doesn’t come back too soon.”  

The conversation veered to details about the truck, Ghost’s shoulders relaxed the more he droned on about the project. It was sometimes a relief to discuss work with other people than Soap and the guys at the shop. He was reluctant to admit that he found a kernel of camaraderie with Dr. Smith upon discovering he was a veteran as well. Ghost cared enough to learn about what he did with his time; a mechanical engineer that served and ducked out once his years were up. It sounded like he mildly enjoyed what he did, retiring so he could pursue a different career and took advantage of the education benefits. Smart man. Possibly something Ghost should have done but was too arrogant and young when he had first enlisted back in 2001. 

Dr. Smith pushed his bifocals up the bridge of his nose with a finger. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so invested in a project before.” 

Shit. Ghost fell for the tactic. He let out an exhale as he leaned back in the cushy chair, turning away. “It’s for my neighbor.” 

The sounds of pen scratching against paper filled the silence. “Never heard you talk about your neighbor, or anyone else besides your old mates for that matter.” 

“Her truck breaking down is the reason why we met.” Ghost explained with a tension in his jaw.  

“Is she part of the reason for your loss of sleep?” 

Ghost muttered under his breath, “Christ.” He sat up in his chair and rolled his neck. “This is starting to feel more like a chat I would have with Johnny over drinks rather than a psych appointment.” 

Dr. Smith laid his pen flat on his yellow notepad. “It might not be ground breaking work we are doing here, but you managed to tell me more than you have in the past three sessions we have had.” He got up and walked behind his desk, retrieving a prescription pad from a drawer, and started writing. “If you want, I can up the dose or we can keep it the same and I’ll send you on your way with a refill.” 

There was a relief that came over Ghost. “Let’s keep it the same.” He didn’t want to talk about Andra anymore, and thankfully it was obvious to Dr. Smith. 

“Here we are.” Dr. Smith handed Ghost the white slip of paper with awful chicken scratch. “Keep looking for that humanity, Simon. It’s in there.” 

The truck took an uncomfortable amount of time to cool down. His shirt stuck to his body, increasing his irritation. Might as well start driving to the shop, it’s not gonna get any better. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and felt a haptic vibration in his hand. 

One missed call. 

From Andra. 

Ghost, it’s me. The adrenaline dump flooded his veins. She sounded upset and in distress. He’s never heard her on the verge of tears before, it was like a claw punched a hole in his chest and used his heart as a stress relief toy. Whoever, whatever made her this upset was high on his priority list to handle.  

He had to replay the message another time, realizing the rest was muffled out and ignored after the first three words. I’m alright, but my chickens got loose and one of them is missing. “Christ, woman...” Ghost let out a breath that he was holding in. What a way to start a voicemail, making him think the worst that could have possibly happened. She must have noticed it too because her next words sounded more level-headed.  

He killed the line with the voicemail inbox and dialed the auto shop. “Rus, I gotta call out for the day. I’ll make up my hours, oh and let Mr. Caldwell know his vehicle will be ready tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be there for his pickup.”  

There was no fuss about Ghost calling in on short notice. He was the one person in the shop that the supervisor didn’t have to worry about. Much to his chagrin, he couldn’t say the same about Soap sometimes.  

Ghost shut the door a little harder than he meant to, his head fell back against the headrest as he took a deep breath. Was it happening again? He reached into the glove box, retrieving his pills. His hand tightly gripped around the small orange vial as he worked on controlling his breath. Inhale for five, exhale for five. Ghost hated that stupid technique, it felt ridiculous. But it worked. The panic was subsiding, and the pill bottle fell from his hand onto the floorboard of the truck beside his foot.  

Ghost picked it back up and tossed it into the neat compartment, leaving the parking lot of the office to make his way over to her. 

He pulled up to the sight of Andra kneeling before the broken part of the fence line, putting some kind of temporary fix for the day. Her head perked up as she noticed him coming closer, parking in the dirt driveway. Andra got up on her feet and wiped loose grass and dirt off of her jeans, her eyes red and puffy. He killed the engine and stepped out of the truck. 

“What are you doing here?” Andra sniffled, trying and failing to hide the fact that she’s been crying. 

“Got your message.” He answered. 

Her lip quivered as tears welled up in her irritated eyes again, and she turned her head away to look at the pen. “Ghost, you didn’t have to show up.” She covered her face in her hands, taking in a deep breath. “I just wanted you to let me know if you find him, this didn’t have to turn into a search party.” 

“Where do the tracks end?” 

Andra looked at him again after wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “This way, maybe I’m not sure.” 

He wanted to rag on her about her lack of confidence in tracking prints, but didn’t when he remembered who he was talking to. There was nothing worse in this moment than seeing her so worked up and upset over this damn chicken. He was going to find it for her, it couldn’t have gone far. 

She led him to an area and pointed to the pockmarked ground full of three-toed prints. “This is where they mainly stayed, and, the tracks are just all over the place and don’t really lead anywhere…” 

“There,” Ghost pointed out a trail of individual tracks that led astray. Of course, it wandered off into the thick wooded area of her land. He headed back to the truck to retrieve his pistol, tucking it into the backside waistband of his jeans. Andra wasn’t fazed at the sight of his gun, probably reminded her of being back home. “Stay here, I don’t want you getting hurt out there.” 

“I’m going.” She protested with a broken voice as she followed behind him. 

“I don’t want you getting hurt out there.” Ghost stopped to turn back to her. “And we don’t know if there are any wild animals out there.” 

“You’re gonna want me out there, trust me.” Her voice was firmer this time; she wasn’t taking no for an answer. 

Ghost sighed as he observed her small, trembling frame. She really needed to put something on other than loafers.  “Go put on some sensible shoes, and we’ll look together.” 

Andra was quiet, all except for the crunching leaves beneath her boots. Ghost took the rear, letting her take lead at a short distance. If she was going to trip, fall or hurt herself he would be able to prevent it from turning into a disaster this way. Her shoulders slumped, but her head swiveled as she combed her surroundings. 

“You ever explore these woods?” Ghost breaks the thick silence, and attempt to pull her from her somber. 

She glanced over her shoulder in dismay. “No, I’ve never had the courage to come out here alone. I hear howling late in the night sometimes.” She resumed her diligent search, and Ghost doubled down on what he thought she looked over too quick. 

The tracks were growing thinner, but they still led them into the path of ancient trees. Sunrays bled through the leaves and branches of birch and ash trees, cascading ribbons of light down on Andra. Her hair shimmered with bits of blonde strands within her brunette hair, something Ghost never noticed before. Every rustle made her stop, startled by unknown wildlife. Most times it was the scuttles of lizards across stepping stones and miniature boulders. When it wasn’t this damn chicken, her shoulders would fall with a sigh. 

“We’ll hear it before we see it.” Ghost reassured her. 

“He’s probably dead by now…” 

It pained him to see Andra sulk over her lost animal. Ghost stopped beside where she planted herself, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. She looked down to his touch, then up to his masked face in surprise. “Let’s keep looking.” His hand retreated before she could place her own hand over his, then another rustle in a wild bush a few meters ahead alerted him. 

The damn bird came clucking out from behind it. 

“Ted!” Andra exclaimed as she raced to him, collecting the brainless animal into her arms and embraced him. “You stupid fucking bird, making us come out here to get you.” 

“You named the bloody thing Ted?” Ghost deadpanned. 

She plucked bits of leaves and twigs out of Ted’s feathers. “I never said I was good with coming up with names for animals.” 

Ghost chuckled at the sight of the brightness returning to her face. She met his eyes, kindness and gratitude radiating before she could even tell him with words. “Thank you, Ghost. You’re always coming to my rescue.” 

His heart jolted at her words. “Don’t make a habit of it.” Andra’s giggle made him turn away to hide his sheepish reaction. Andra passed him up, focused on grooming Ted and insulting him fifty different ways. Something caught his eye before he started to follow her. 

Footprints. 

Not their footprints, these were in an area off the beaten path. Ghost retrieved his firearm before stalking towards them, inspecting the prints. They were older, it wasn’t from recently and there were more than one set. Three sets of footprints. He turned his attention to the direction Andra was walking away, unaware that he stopped to investigate. 

It couldn’t be some random people or even kids coming out to wander these woods, at least that’s what Ghost convinced himself. They were too far out away from town, away from other neighboring people. Who knows, maybe the group was traveling their own acres and turned back around once they realized they came into someone else’s property. He really wanted to believe that, and not the darker theory that crept into his thoughts. Or did she lie about coming out here? Why would she do that? She could have easily explained she had gone exploring with a group. 

All of the prints looked too big for her foot size.  

Ghost didn’t want to alarm Andra. He just got her to smile again, this conversation will come up later.

----- 

Ghost was relieved to see Andra’s spirits lifting without another tear in sight. That stupid bird put her through enough turmoil, he’d rather never have to see her like that again. She was going over the details of how the broken pen and runaway chickens were discovered. “They would have all been gone if Sammy hadn’t barked at the window.”  

“What had you so distracted?” Ghost poked with mild curiosity.  

Her answer left out of her rushed before she could stop herself. “I was reading – and in between I was prepping some dough to make sourdough bread.” She interrupted herself once more, lost in her own thoughts. “Oh no, did I leave it on the counter or did I put it in the oven to rise? It’ll be fine if it rises for a few more hours, right?”  

It sounded like she was talking to herself more than asking Ghost, which was fine because he didn’t know the first thing about baking bread. He chuckled to himself. “Horror or romance?”  

“Huh?” Her external ramble was interrupted.  

“Were you reading horror or romance this time?” Ghost glanced at her briefly, his smirk concealed beneath the mask.  

Andra went sheepish once more. “Romance,” then, her tone shifted as she grumbled, “It was getting good until you gave my pen Ojo.”  

Ghost whipped his head to her direction quickly with a perplexed expression. “I did what now?” What does an eye have to do with anything?  

“You gave it the Evil Eye,” she looked back to him. “That’s why it broke.”  

His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he waited for the light to change, feeling even more confused now. Ghost let out a lighthearted scoff. “It’s my fault that it broke now?”  

Andra huffed a defeated sigh. “No, I’m just being ridiculous.”  

If that’s what it was, Ghost found it amusing. “So now you’re gonna ‘ave to explain the Evil Eye to me.”  

“We have this superstition in Mexican/Hispanic culture where if you look at something for too long, you can potentially send bad energy its way. It can be an object or a person, and to cancel it out you can touch it or them.”  

“That’s not a thing.” Ghost retorted, holding back laughter. “I never heard about that when I was in Mexico.”  

A playful smirk crept over Andra’s face. “Maybe because they believed you were the Evil Eye incarnate.”  

Ghost let out a sarcastic laugh. “Very clever.” The truck rolled into the parking lot of the hardware store, locating a convenient parking spot nearest to the store. Ghost cut the engine, and sat there for a second. “Well, if that’s the case,” Andra gave him a puzzled look as he reached out to run a strand of her soft hair between his fingers. “That way your hair doesn’t fall out.”  

The gesture was well worth the furious blush that spread over her face like wildfire, despite his own heart jackhammering in his chest.

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Ghost was reassessing the hole in the pen while Andra let out Sammy to run around and handle her business. He gives her a quick greeting pet before standing on his feet, gesturing to the pen. “We can either replace this side or replace the entire perimeter.” 

“Might as well use all of the supplies I bought.” Andra pulled her work gloves out from her back pocket and slipped them on. “We work on different sides?” 

He nodded with a grunt. Watching Ghost haul the supplies off the bed of his truck was something Andra couldn’t pull her focus away from. What is wrong with me? She was acting like the sight of muscle and sinew flexing and tightening beneath his work shirt was… erotic. And Gods, every time he grunted and growled from the weight of whatever he hauled off his truck… that’s it, no more romance books for you for a week. He slid on his own gloves, this pair had her biting back a smirk. They matched his skull balaclava, and it made her wonder if he shuffled around in skeleton-patterned socks in the comfort of his house. 

She looked away with a smirk when Ghost noticed she was gawking. “I know, I know, don’t say anything.” 

“I didn’t.” Andra’s voice went up in pitch. Her smile grew when she caught a glimpse of him shaking his head in her peripherals. 

Ghost was fun to tease, and his choice of gear made it easier to find something to poke fun at. Was it low hanging fruit? Sure, but it’s all she had to tease him for. The joking around was her way of trying to learn more about people, and if they could laugh or joke back, they were worth getting to know. It was the ones who stuck their noses up at Andra that she steers clear from. 

The work began, and Ghost had Andra looking like she had never picked up a hardware tool in her life. While she had one length of old fencing nails removed, Ghost was nearly done with the sides of his wall. The man knew how to work efficiently, it didn’t even look like he was breaking a sweat. 

“Did your dad teach you how to do blue collar work?” Andra asked as she struggled with a nail. 

His rhythm and focus was derailed by her question. “No, old man wasn’t worth shit.” 

Oh… the gravel in his voice sent a chill down her spine. Estranged father, got it. 

Ghost resumed, cutting out the needed dimensions of chicken wire. Andra could see him blink a few times, that calloused glare lingering. “I did some work in basic and before I was sent off to my specialized unit, not making chicken pens, but we learned out way around manual tools for several things.” He went quiet once more to concentrate on the measurements. 

Andra threw aside the old chicken wire once she pulled out all of the nails. “Do you have any siblings?” 

He hesitated before answering. “An older brother.” 

“Oh.” She started unfurling her needed piece of wire. “Do you stay in contact with him?” 

“No.” His answer came out short and quick, nearly cutting Andra off. 

What am I doing? Andra frowned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up something you don’t want to talk about.” 

Ghost sighed as he used the staple gun to nail in the new wire. “No one ever asks, so I’m not used to talking about it. Considering you’re quite chatty, it was bound to come up.” Her cheeks burned from his comment. “Maybe someday.” 

That hardened look softened to humor, and relief washed over her. Don’t bring up the family. She felt stupid for mentioning it. Maybe she would never learn more about the mysterious man who, for some reason, kept helping her out when she’s been nothing but trouble. He was right about one thing; Andra is chatty. And she didn’t want to give up talking to him. She decided to switch gears. 

“Hey Ghost.” Andra grinned to herself. 

“Hmm.” 

“Don’t challenge Death to a pillow fight. Unless you’re prepared for the reaper cushions.” 

Ghost froze in place, his eyes flickered to her. “Not bad.” 

“Your turn.” She encouraged. 

He took a second to think of one. “What do you call a dog with no legs? Doesn’t matter, he won’t come anyway.” 

Andra peered over her shoulders. “Don’t let Sammy hear that one.” Ghost chuffed a laugh. “My favorite Disney movie is the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I love a hero with a twisted back story.” 

That one managed to get a snicker out of Ghost. This dork likes puns. 

“What did Kermit the Frog say at his puppeteer’s funeral? Not a word.” 

He’s morbid, and it’s great. 

“Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.” 

There was a beat of a pause. “That was bad.” 

“C’mon, it was good.” She laughed. 

“I have bad puns, but that one was awful.” 

The lacerating pain hit her hot and fast. “Fuck!” The whipping sound of the wire sprung against the wall, make it stop in its tracks.

Ghost immediately shot up onto his feet, flying over the short distance she was away from him along with Sammy galloping over in concern for her momma.  He saw the blood saturating her jeans as well as the gash that was oozing beneath the torn denim. “Let’s get you inside.” Ghost had linked his arms underneath her shoulders and hoisted her with ease, earning a growl of pain from her. “I got you, we’ll take it slow. Do you have a first floor bathroom?”

Andra threw an arm over his shoulder as he guided her to the house, giving him directions for the bathroom he led her to. Sammy stayed behind them the entire time, whining and panting as if feeling helpless. Andra coaxed her companion with reassuring words in hopes to calm her down. She was hissing and groaning the entire way there, and her attempts of trying to focus on anything else but the pain failed her, until a smell hit her. Was that cardamom? It filled her lungs as she took a deep breath, trying to disguise it as a inhale to calm her down. Technically, it did the job because wholly Gods, he smelled like a comfort she never had.

He swung open the front door, carrying most of her weight. Hell, he could easily carry all of her weight if he really wanted to. “Is there a first aid kit in here?” Ghost asked while he eased her down on the lip of the bathtub. Sammy laid by the bathroom door, watching Ghost closely to make sure he's taking care of Andra.

“Yeah, below the sink,” she whined. He didn’t waste any time finding it. “God, today really stuck it to me.”

“Bad things come in three, isn’t that the saying?” Ghost quipped, earning a snort from her. “If the broken pen is the first and Ted was the second, this one must be the third.” He slid off his gloves and ran his hands through soap and water in the basin. “Can you pull up that pant leg?”

Andra tried, but it had her wincing from the flashes of pain. “Nope, that’s not gonna work.” Ghost returned, his fingers tugged at the zipper of the first aid kid before kneeling in front of her. “There’s a pair of scissors in that bag, I don’t care about losing a pair of jeans-” His damp hands settled her leg between his thighs to stabilize it, and with hardly any effort at all he tore the denim wide open. Christ alive. “Or you can do that.”

“Let’s get this cleaned up and wrapped.” Ghost abandoned her leg to swiftly rummage for the necessary supplies. Antiseptic, gauze, and self-adhesive bandage. With everything lined up beside him, Ghost gripped the back of her leg, right onto her tensed up calf and gently moved it. She could feel the tremor in his hand. “It’s not deep, you won’t need stitches.”

Andra sighs in relief, followed by a yelp when an antiseptic-doused washcloth was applied onto the wound. His sorry was quiet and short, if she heard it. A deep focus washed over her from the sight of Ghost knelt before her, caressing her leg while the other hand cleaned her off. The pain suddenly didn’t feel as bad as before, now when his touch became her entire focus. His thumb was tracing little circles into her flesh, just barely.

He must have noticed how still and quiet Andra went. His Autumn brown eyes looked up to her, devoid of distance. His stare had its own gravitational pull, sucking her in. Christ, am I really getting this worked up? It made her feel like she knocked back two fingers worth of whiskey, her legs turning to jelly and her brain now fuzzy.

“Is that okay?”

A breath caught itself in her throat. She’s never heard him whisper like that before. A head nod was all she could manage. Ghost returned back to her wound, and she’s so thankful for it. Suddenly, the ceiling got much more interesting to look at. But that scent floated near her nostrils once more; that was definitely cardamom and something else she couldn’t place. Something soothing, something that made his musk smell… delectable. Her cheeks were red hot from the thought, the need, to press her face into his shirt, the neckline of his balaclava, anything, to sear that scent into her mind.

The cloth of the gauze patch stuck to the fleshy bit of her knee, and she’s startled by the rip of the self-adhesive bandage.

“Done.”

Andra braves a glance at her knee, flexing it slightly to test the hold of Ghost’s handiwork. Of course, he would know how to patch her up in a pinch, and she tries not to think about how many of his brothers in arms he had to do this – and much worse – for.

Further down, sitting on the tops of his thigh was a trembling hand, the other one continued its soft ministrations on her calf. It’s like it was for his own comfort rather than hers. Regardless, she could melt from the soothing sensation it brought her. She was scared of doing something that would make him pull away, but as if he read her mind, Ghost did it anyway.

“Thank you.” Andra warbles sheepishly. “I get to keep the limb because of you.”

Ghost let out a chuckle, his shoulders releasing some trapped tension there. “I’ll finish up out there.” He stood up, and offered Andra a hand to help her get to the living room couch, leaving there with a tornado wrecking every thought about what had happened.

Idiot idiot idiot.

Ghost was just helping her, Andra drilled in her head. It didn’t mean anything the way he touched her, right? Or the way he spoke, the words cutting through her like soft butter. Or the look he gave her. She’s delusional, right? Andra rubbed a hand over her face, desperately wishing she had a bottle of wine in the kitchen.

The hour she spent sitting there chewing her nails and petting Sammy felt like a death sentence. She could catch glimpses of Ghost through the screen door. Every now and then he would shake his head at himself. Her heart sank to her stomach. Maybe he was frustrated with having to help her out today. For having to possibly take time out of a work day to deal with her bullshit. And then that whole thing with bringing up his family…

Stupid stupid stupid.

Andra was so deep in her head, she didn’t realize Ghost had come back inside until the screen door smacked the doorway behind him. “Everything’s solid now.”

She braved a gentle grin. “Thank you Ghost. I meant it earlier, you’re always coming to my rescue and I don’t take that for granted.”

He gave her a terse nod as he pushed open the screen door, his hand resting on the top of the threshold. “Try not to need any more savin’ for a while, hmm?”

Andra couldn’t hold back a smile. “I’ll do my best.”

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The truck will be ready tomorrow. 

Tomorrow is today. Andra looked over Ghost’s text again as if there’s a hidden, underlying message in his words. She chews at the innards of her cheek, tapping a foot on her tile floors. It was one of the first messages Andra has received from him that was more than one word. He had checked in several days after he repaired the pen at least, but after giving Andra a short ‘Good’, radio silence. 

She didn’t bother asking Johnny about Ghost. If she was someone that Ghost didn’t want to keep in contact with, fair enough. She’s felt like an enormous burden for the both of them since Ghost found her on the side of the road. Besides, Sunday mornings were already busy enough with Johnny accumulating a harem of regular customers. It was great for business, replenishing the crater that the transmission fix left in her savings. She was preparing for the plummet that was going to follow when the ladies realize Johnny wasn’t returning. 

As well as preparing for the possibility that both of them might go back to being strangers. They never crossed paths before, or at least she doesn’t recall ever seeing a masked man and his mohawked companion in public. 

Andra sighed as she tucked her phone into her back pocket, reaching for her coffee mug on the kitchen counter she leaned against. Maybe she overthought the moment he spent patching up her wound. It left a pink scar slashing across her knee, trailing down her shin. No, stop the gaslighting. His hands definitely lingered on her for longer than anyone should have. She wished he had stayed longer, wished he had done more. 

“Hellooo?” Johnny’s voice carried through the entrance. Andra was used to him coming in when the front door is left open, yet she was jolted back to reality once her inner monologue was interrupted. He offered to come get her before going in for his own shift. Still extremely reluctant to accept gas money for the miles he had put into travelling back and forth. 

“In here,” Andra called out as she finished the rest of her coffee, rinsing out the mug and leaving it to sit in the basin.  

Johnny couldn’t stop talking about some girl that worked at the fish and chip shop he frequents on lunch breaks as they drove to the shop. “You think it means something if she goes outta her way t’ring us up? I mean, sometimes she’ll be in the back and will take over when she hears me.” 

Andra scoffs. “How more obvious does she have to be?” 

He clicks his tongue. “I just don’ wanna make it awkward if there’s nothin’ there.” 

“Don’t be a dick about it, then there won’t be anything to worry about.” Andra got the feeling that Johnny didn’t have the best track record with women. Hence why he was so clueless about this one. 

The two of them walked into the shop jabbing jokes at each other when Andra saw Ghost behind the counter, leaning into his fist as he looked down at an open book. He was sporting the same navy button up shirt with the shop’s logo embroidered above the left breast pocket, the sleeves rolled up to his biceps to reveal his tattoos and smudges of car grime. She could see a tension shift in his shoulders, like he was fighting the urge to look up at her. Okay…? Johnny tapped a fist on Ghost’s shoulder and continued to breeze past him, walking through a door that led to the depot. Andra approached the counter with a frigid apprehension, tapping her fingertips against the surface. “Hey, is now a good time to pick up my truck?” 

“Aye.” Ghost kept his focus on the ledger he was working on, then turned away without a glance to file through a cabinet to search for her invoice. One-worded answers again. 

She let a few seconds of suffocating silence pass before trying again. “The breeder I had bought my chickens from hit me up to let me know she’s got a goat that’s going to give birth soon. I was thinking about taking the kid off of her hands.” More flitting of paper. “I’ll have to expand and build another pen once I can bring it home.” 

“Hmm.” Was all Ghost gave her. A mere acknowledging hum if that. He retrieved a paper with a small zip-lock bag containing her key, stapled to it and returned it to the counter. “Sign this to indicate that we released your vehicle back to ye, if you want, we can inspect the truck really quick to see if everything is in order.” 

His cold attitude and lifeless voice was a punch in the gut. “Did I do something wrong?” No response, just a hand picking up a pen from a worn out metal cup followed by a slide of the pen across the counter. Her expression hardened, and she scribbled a half-assed signature before shoving the pen down. “No, an inspection isn’t necessary. Okay, so I definitely misread the whole interaction in the bathroom then. Not only did she misread it, but the whole thing was also in a different language. Now this passive-aggressive stand-off was Ghost’s way of interpreting it for her. Message received, loud and clear.

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[kedreeva]

This might be a shitty ask, so I understand if you don't, or can't!, really answer! I'm in AU, where it's an old farmer's trick to freerange peafowl to eat and scare off snakes. My aunt lives on a farm and she's started talking with great enthusiasm about getting peafowl. She doesn't intend to coop or contain them or have any infrastructure for them at all besides food and water bowls. Even if she had fences- which she doesn't- they wouldn't be more than ordinary wire fences. I've spoken pretty strongly against the idea of freeranging any animals on her property, including her chickens, but she doesn't listen to anyone, and other things (like noise) don't seem to be discouraging her. Other than worming and vaccinating them (which I'll be doing from my own pocket) is there anything at all that I can do to minimise the risk of death, harm, or improve QOL for these poor potential peas? Is there any quirk of training or pea mentality that I can use to keep them in a boundary or radius? If I build them a roost on top of a shed, are they likely to stay within a distance of it? (And yes, I haven't ruled out stealing them, giving them to someone responsible, and telling aunt a feral dog got them)

It's no trouble, and the good news is you won't have to tell your aunt a feral dog got them, because the birds will just leave. If she's that intent on flushing several hundred dollars down the toilet, maybe ask if you can have it instead, and skip the middle man of fussing with the peafowl. She's also welcome to send me the money if she is intent on giving it to someone with peafowl, the result will then mostly be the same! She loses a few hundred bucks and has no peafowl, and someone with peafowl gets a few hundred bucks! The key difference is no birds are harmed in this latter process.

Because here's the thing: your aunt IS 99% going to waste a lot of money purchasing peas and releasing them to free range without first containing them 6-12 months in a standard minimum coop (500 square feet)(and the rule any experienced peafowl owner will tell you is "never free range a bird you can't afford to lose" because even with extended containment first, peafowl often just fuck off when free ranged and they don't look back). They will just leave. it's literally the thing they are known for. I have gotten two free peafowl this year due to idiots near me doing this. Every year people in peafowl groups post about the free birds they just got, when people like your aunt bring them home and let them go. It's a little raffle where you win prizes donated by people who didn't do their research before buying peafowl, or who have more money than sense.

Additionally, even if they stay, they won't scare off snakes. Snakes don't give a shit. The peas will possibly harass or kill one if they see it first and there's a group of them to fuss with it. But in Australia, they are just as likely to die to a snake bite as any other fowl. They have PRETTY fast reflexes, but even in the US I see people lose peas to venomous snakes like rattlers or copperheads.

As for the rest, I don't know if there are any vaccinations that can be given to peafowl in Australia. I know there aren't in the US (I don't think even Marek's is made to be used in peafowl, but DO NOT get that one) because US policy on most fowl illness is to just cull the birds. You also can't effectively treat free range birds for parasites without SOMEWHERE to contain them, because most of the products go in the water and free range may find other sources of water, and the ones that don't you have to repeatedly catch the birds to administer orally.

So yeah. That sucks. Please tell her a peafowl breeder you spoke to thinks she's an idiot if she really thinks she's going to magically convince wild game birds to just hang out upon release with only the enticement of a food and water bowl to keep them around lol

[addaxus]

Some spicy stuff here👀

A Western Papá Bruno AU

It’s been awhile but for good reason. I know I’m shuffling more AUs than I can keep up with but this one drew me in so fast! This person came to me with this AU idea that I was already drawn into. They asked to remain anonymous so I’m keeping my word.

I was like heck yeah I’m so down!

Here’s small summaries of each major age in the timeline so far:

A 15 year old Bruno has a massive falling out with Alma and leaves the Encanto. He becomes an outlaw to survive; using his precognitive powers to out-draw and out-shoot other gunslingers. His skills, deeds, and the superstitions of others earn him the nickname “Bruno the Brujo.”

By age 21 Bruno turns to the drink to cope with his increasingly painful visions. This has the unfortunate effect of turning him into the notoriously violent and intemperate outlaw known as “El Ojos Diablos” (The Devil’s Eyes).

By his early to mid 30’s, El Ojos Diablos has hit his lowest point. His gang attempts to betray him while they sleep in their hideout so they can claim the large bounty on his head. For their troubles they all end up biting the bullet. Wounded and near dead, he is found by a woman, Maria, and her brother, Alonzo.

By the time he reaches 35, Bruno has been brought back to health, wed to Maria, has gained the trust of her brother, and has a baby, a daughter, Mirabel that same year. He’s a renowned horse breeder and rancher at their farm trying to live a normal life. Some time later, Maria dies of pneumonia. From the start of her birth, Bruno has struggled to father Mirabel after seeing her in a terrible vision where she guns down someone with a shotgun.

There’s so many more details but that all comes later when it’s been sorted out. This AU IS STILL IN DEVELOPMENT!!

[murmurs-down-the-mississippi]

Plot-wise, here is the first two story outline snippets for this Epithet-Erased/Lackadaisy crossover AU that I'd love to expand on via asks:

Friendly Competition

Ivy discovers a new cafe barely a street away from the Little Daisy.

So of course she takes a look at the new competition.

The Mississippi Glen, run with Molly's help, is Naven Nuknuk's first front establishment into the Central United States.

Molly Blyndeff, a girl who grew up faster to manage the living of her negligent family; was brought to St Louis at her newfound patron Naven's request, he sought to have a larger field to develop Molly's competencies. She was to be his eyes in the new city, and perhaps the region if she ever learns to run a spy ring.

But for now, Molly is struggling to not accidently blowing her own cover in front of a certain golfcap wearing local.

Ivy on the other hand make her first move by inviting the newcomer to the Lackadaisy to get Ms Blyndeff to loosen up. This was not a one way info transfer though as both end the night with more questions and answers they both feel somewhat uneasy about.

More details on the character dynamics here.

The Devil Lies Singing

Naven (Technically Rick is the one piloting the craft) parks a U-boat (leftover from The Great War) near St Louis and blows up a few river banks to cause a minor flood and smokescreen.

The U-boat mainly ships in weapons and some alcohol, but in the future will be used to ship in his agents.

It would be awesome to imagine this as a 'The Hunt for Red October'-esque opening to a film.

Sylvie (exploiting lower land prices from Naven's public warning of a potential flood) is allowed to get a lay of the land in setting up his future bull-breeder (farm). Unfortunately his first plot is in the way of the impending flood so he has to relocate, the fires do make a suitable beacon though.

Howie is just the engineer who builds the warehouse that is meant to be half flooded. He would most likely be off to some other job while someone else (either Rick or an unnamed agent) runs the warehouse. The flood-causing destructions is large enough to permanently redirect some of the Mississippi's waters into the warehouse which makes for a convenient covert smuggling dock.

[bulletproofscales]

august heat 2023 masterlist

AO3 COOPILATION

day 1 - mates (jikook): arranged mating , royal au , prince jimin , omega jimin , alpha jungkook , peasant jungkook , forced mating , force feeding , bdsm , slave alpha , noncon

day 2 - changing roles (yoonjin): college au , friends to lovers, trans-subgender , trans omega yoongi, alpha seokjin , drunk confessions , weight gain , studd seokjin , semi-public space (?) , misunderstanding

day 3 - knots (taejoon): alpha x alpha , presenting ,first times , first knot, power dynamic , minimal pup play , teasing , handjobs

day 4 - dynamics (2seok - kook): established married 2seok , omega x omega , omega seokjin , omega hoseok , work couple , alpha jungkook , recepcionist jungkook , weight gain , unconsious gain , oblivious gain , chubby jungkook

day 5 - mating cycles (minjoon): omega namjoon , weight gain , chubby namjoon , insecurity , mentions of binge eating , self denial , insecurity , hurt comfort , alpha jimin , heat cycles

day 6 - wild (vhope): royal au , prince hoseok , omega hoseok , chubby hoseok , alpha taehyung , hybrid taehyung , tiger taehyung m weigth gain , chubby taehyung ,domesticated, spoiling , royal pet , posessive taehyung

day 7 - marking (yoonmin): alpha yoongi , obese yoongi , mentions of immobility , incontinence , omorashi , water sports , omega jimin , beer bloat , liquid stuffing , degradation, d/s dynamics

day 8 - accesories (hopekook): omega jungkook , alpha hoseok , rut , muzzling , dom sub dynamics , power play , teasing , chubby jungkook , muscle chub jungkook

day 10 - breeding (jinmin): breeding farm , breeder jimin , alpha jimin , omega seokjin , pregnant seokjin , chubby seokjin , breeding , posessive jimin

day 9 - rare genders (taenamgi): omegaverse , tae x joon x yoongi , beta taehyung , alpha namjoon , omega yoongi , chubby yoongi , heat and rutt , bossy taehyung, teasing , degratation

[fantastic-nonsense]

🌀

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing.

Congratulations anon, for unlocking the summary I wrote up at some point for my Six of Crows Horse Racing AU, a fic whose creation is far off in the distant future but I've thought quite a lot about:

“No woman’s ever won the Derby, Brekker. You’re a fool to even consider it.” “You’ve seen the Wraith on the track, Haskell. If we enter Crow and let her jockey, she’ll win. You and I both know she’s the best investment I’ve ever brought to you, sir.” Haskell grunted, and Kaz clenched his teeth to keep from snapping at him and losing any chance he had of the old man saying yes. Finally, he nodded. “I’m risking a lot of money here. It’s on your head if we lose.” “Don’t worry, sir. Come this time next year, we’ll all be richer than kings.” Kaz Brekker, Per Haskell’s favored trainer, seizes on an opportunity to win the racing world’s biggest prize and the funds to start his own farm. His favorite jockey prefers the shadows to the limelight, but the lure of enough money to win a plane ticket home overrides her desire to stay hidden from her dark past. Meanwhile, two top breeders send their best up-and-coming agents to sabotage their rival’s barn operations, a famous owner’s runaway son lurks in the background, and a college dropout just wants to lay low and avoid a visit from immigration officers. It will take all of them to pull off the longest odds they’ve ever faced. But there’s nothing Kaz likes more than a good challenge, and if he can find a way to undermine Pekka Rollins along the way, so much the better. Three races. One chance to make history. Welcome everyone, to this year’s race for the Triple Crown.

Anyway, me thinking about and beginning my research for this fic: "for someone who doesn't usually like reading SOC modern AUs I sure am thinking quite a lot about this one." Maybe I'll get around to writing it someday.

Ask me a question about one of my WIPs!

[bon-pack-5]

Breeding Farm Au (Monsters)

THIS AU CONTAINS OCXCANON, CANONXCANON [will be tagged properly!]

Here we're focusing on the monsters that live on the farm, who/what they are and what they provide. Backstory will be fleshed out later on as well as other things, for now, here is the basic info.

🐍Janus is a naga, uses he him pronouns, prefers men and masculine presenting people only. Can be bred and breed. Produces eggs.

🌻Morality(oc) cattle (not specified yet), uses they/them pronouns, doesn't have a preference, used for breeding. Produces milk during breeding seasons. Can be bred.

🐉Truama(oc) is a Dragon, uses they/them, rather fuck men and masculine presenting people, though doesn't mind fem presenting people as well. Isn't into cis girls. They're a rogue, only able to stay because dragons are valuable and expensive. "Accidentally" produces Dragon eggs, scales, and blood. Which makes a fortune. Breeds others randomly.

🌌Imagination(oc) Demon/Horse, he/they, no preference. Works in the field, used for breeding and being bred, scariest looking but sweet as can be. Drops demon horns occasionally.

🐕Logic(oc) Goat/Hadhayosh hybrid, they/them, no preference, used for breeding, has both, gets bred, hasn't bred anyone before. Also used for milk, extremely precious. Huge in height. Very rare hybrid, very hard to impregnate. Goes into heat and rut. Rooms with Janus.

[ladamedusoif]

In The Heather (Jack Daniels AU x OFC Caroline)

😘😘

So - historical AU, set in early nineteenth-century (possibly late eighteenth-century) Scotland, inspired by a conversation back in June between @julesonrecord and @fuckyeahdindjarin about historical settings for Jack.

And an insane drabble came out of my ridiculous brain:

Jack's family emigrated to America in the 1730s or 40s from the Highlands, where he was born in 1775.

His branch of the family came to specialise in horse training and breeding - including Jack spending time around the border with Spanish territories further south, where equine knowledge and expertise was even more advanced and distinctive.

A missive arrives in the summer of 1815 from the old country, addressed to Mr John "Jack" Daniels, Esq., noted horse breeder and trainer. It's his older, distant cousin in Scotland, whose friend, Alexander McGregor, wishes to develop his stud farm for peacetime needs.

Caroline, the eldest, unmarried (and therefore very embarrassing) daughter of the McGregor family, is sceptical about the broad-shouldered man in his unusual wide-brimmed hat - but is willing to acknowledge how striking he is, skin golden and eyes deepest brown, a far cry from the pale pink and blue skin tones she's used to.

"The brim of the hat tilts upwards. He looks directly at you with sparkling brown eyes, leaning his hat back slightly to get a better look. He raises a finger to his brow in salute, winks, and offers the most devastating half-smile you've ever seen in your life."

Girl, you know I'm a sucker for a historical setting. And your boy in breeches and loose nineteenth-century shirts? COME GET IT. (in a bit. when I'm finished the other stuff.)

[gamerbearmira]

Ahoy

so in he giant mer au, reading that it’s a whole underwater village or community do they have like a little market sorta thing there like where most folk would go to pick up meat or fish the hunters brought back, (sorta like a switch around thing where different sirens hunt everyday, sorta like with the grotto different caretakers every time). Also there’s one that have scavenged some matierials from boats and stuff. Than the ones who collect the shells. Lol I have been thinking a lot about what the community would be like… I love yo work

also is Augustine still accident prone, does he just get attacked by piranhas lol thx mate have a good one 😜

AHOY⁉️

So yes, they do. Idk why I’ve never expanded on the village, but I guess I was focused on those living in it 😭

But yeah!!! It’s pretty much all underwater. They do switch around, when hunting at least, but it’s on a more monthly basis. The marketplace is mostly among the many reefs around the island; but ones like shell farms/breeders are found along the ocean floor, sometimes near the shore, etc etc. It depends on what kind of shell lmao 🤠

And while yes, most of the market is food (cause them guppies don’t play), there is other stuff. Mostly decorative objects, sometimes services. There are even medical services, and construction. But food is the biggest grossing thing in the market

IF YOU HAVE MORE IDEAS FOR THE COMMUNITY PLEASE TELL ME‼️‼️ BECAUSE I DIDN’T WORLD BUILD DESPITE LOVING IT. Also so glad you love my work <33

And yes, he is. He doesn’t get hurt nearly as much, but still. He can NOT catch a break. It’s crazy 🦅🦅🦅🦅

[wiffhuff]

Version 1 line up of the main trio in the AU. I'll probably make changes in the future, but I'm glad I put something down to kick start what they would look like ^^

I like Frye's outfit the most since it had some XCX inspo there as well. I honestly had no ideas for H.B. so I copied elements from the Gen 8 trainers lololol. For Yelv, I took various pictures of Pokemon breeders/ranchers as references.

A small tidbit of the AU:

Set in a new region called Miran (Not tied to any canon regions atm)

Everyone is aged down cuz I wanna fit the Pokemon universe a bit more, but also I can write funnier stuff

There is XCX creatures planned to be in the AU, but still figuring out the logistics and balance of pokemon design and XCX design philosophies

Tyrants are going to be a major thing in the AU and I am VERY excited to figure out that stuff

There's a plot I'm still writing out, where pokemon catching is illegal and being a pokemon trainer is more of a job to protect citizens from dangers outside of cities

Frye is a new pokemon trainer, Yelv is a ranch hand working at an illegal Pokemon farm, and H.B is a rich dude who got tied up in their mess

Yeap there's gonna be an evil team like in Pokemon games

Main character is Frye cuz I am biased

[runningskaven]

What's the dreadlord AU? The others you explained. But dreadlord? The only thing that comes to mind when I think of dreadlords is WoW and something tells me this is different.

Dreadlord is a member of the council of thirteen, the ruling elite of Skavendom.

Dreadlord Fleer is in-charge of some of the best breeders and farms, she feeds and provides the means to make more skaven, not much military might, but her political might is great.

[adventures-on-foster-island]

Camera!

Professor AU - Ellisa never met Dusk

December 10th, 2016

New Patient: a farm breed Torchic

Reason for visit: wound on neck

Breeder's comments: she keeps getting picked on by the other Torchic and Combusken. Thinking of culling.

Treatment plan: wound was cleaned and stitched, an initial dose of antibiotic was administered. A consultation with the breeder about options led to them leaving the Pokémon in my care.

January 22nd, 2017

First round of children came by to get their first partners. They were so excited they shook as they used a Pokéball for the first time. I hope they listened about taking care of their partners, and that they have a safe journey.

February 19th, 2017

The shear quantity of Luvdisc that have gone through this lab in the last five days is unimaginable. Wild caught, farm raised, show breed, and those poor souls who were mass bred for the holiday. I have been able to take in a lot of data, however I do hope this doesn't happen every year...

March??, 2017

Some days I wish I had the power to strip someone's trainer license. Alas, I am forced to fill out mountains of paperwork, documenting each infraction, in hopes that one day it will amount to enough to ban this person from keeping a Pokémon.

You flip through dozens pages, filled with these little notes, documenting Ellisa’s first year as a Professor. The last page is torn out, however the one before it has one final thought from the Professor.

November 26th, 2017

How I miss the days of being in the field. I used to make a difference, helping Pokémon when they needed me most. Now I sit in this sterile, white room, staring at a computer screen, waiting for someone to bring the problem to me. This is not the life I dreamed of.