#cw implied pokemon injury

[koffing-time]

Hello professor.

I know whatever i say right now won't make you feel any better. But i still have to say it, you know? You did great. Really, you did great things and i believe everything you did was the right thing.

Without you, Miku, I and all the others wouldn't have raided the Alola Base. And i think we were very successful. I think we helped a lot of pokémon that day. The alola base won't be used to make any more pokémon suffer, and the i think hundreds of pokémon we rescued from there will find a new and better home, even if it's gonna be at a shelter. This would have never happened without you.

And the same thing goes for the base in johto. There are countless pokemon that were saved, because of you. I... i don't know what i could ever say to make you feel better, because i don't think there is anything. I'm in a similar situation right now, you saw my request regarding the UD trubbish. My rational mind says i did everything i could. But i still feel like absolute shit. I wish i could do more. I wish i did more. I think it's the same for you.

Anyways. I think what i'm trying to say is: thank you. Thank you for everything you did for all these UD pokémon. Every single one. You made them heard. You made their suffering known. And you made them get into a better place.

[attached is a picture of an ultra-domesticated mareanie without spikes or barbs, sitting on a waterlily in a pond, smiling and waving with a little tentacle.]

Appleslice would like to thank you as well.

I have been in Johto these past few days, and not without reason. I feel that I should explain the situation.

On the second of June, Leinwin sent me a flash drive containing information about the actions of Team Calm. It has gotten out of hand. They cruelly experimented on Pokemon in ways I would rather not discuss again. We felt immediate action needed to be taken.

Many of you may be aware of the raid on Team Calm's base in Alola. There was also a covert raid on their base in Johto. I was part of that raid.

I waited at the rendezvous point and kept watch. I also helped load Pokemon into the truck, keeping them safe and warm.

A guard eventually found me, and I broke their nose. They alerted other guards and Professor Silverleaf helped fend them off while I kept the Pokemon safe.

Shortly after, the building caught on fire. We did everything we could, but we do not know if we got every Pokemon out. There were more Pokemon than we anticipated.

Many of the rescued Pokemon were sent to qualified shelters, but unfortunately most of these shelters are at capacity. I am currently keeping some of the Pokemon in my lab for the time being while we work on finding them suitable homes.

I am conflicted. The actions of Team Calm are deplorable. Something had to happen, these Pokemon could not be left in their care. The Pokemon's safety is priority.

Yet, the building burned. At night I fall asleep and have dreams of that fire. One side of my face always feels cool from the night, another feeling the heat from the blaze. Not even my white noise machine helps with these nightmares. I can still feel it and hear it, again and again.

I had made the initial call to action. I had gathered people for the cause. I never opposed a raid, in fact I helped plan it. I sat outside on lookout. I was there.

But this is not about me, it never was. We do not know how many Pokemon were still inside. We never will.

Blood is on my hands.

I am sorry.

[wyrdle]

Scribbly idea for Clavell and Tyme, based on @nitefise-art ‘s Zero Comic (Which you should really read and absorb/imprint into your heart and soul) and some discussions about the aftermath of said comic’s events. He tripped or something from getting away from some Ace Tournament hubbub, his pokemon + Tyme concerned and providing comfort.

[dragonsareoverrated2]

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[taskforcedistortion]

♣ - a fading memory

Giovanni

[Ooc post]

[Hatred, fear, pain, knowing that his brother did that to his son- hurt him to get his DNA, needles... he hated needles...

Staring up at the tube, the familiar creature bringing him dread and making him feel sick to his core.

Why do you feel familiar...? You aren't Kenichi, who are you.

He wanted to throw up so badly-

"Ken... what did you do?!"]

[egginfroggin]

Hiya!! You said you wanted an ask? Hmmm what about the cryptid Emmet au? Where Emmet is vibing doing his own thing while Akari and Rei follow his tracks in confusion because he is doing their job??? What is he doing?????

Does Emmet become like a folktale legend in this au???

(also sorry if I haven't responded/interacted in a bit the Fog ™ is real hahaha Orz)

Thank you for existing!! All the luck to you in defeating the Fog ™!!!

Hi! Thank you! ^^ Ough, the Fog is so real, you're correct. orz

Emmet is doing a lot of things in the Cryptid variant, including but not limited to quelling nobles, terrorizing the local pokemon populations with his slightly-overleveled team, and trying to ignore the fact that he hasn't received human touch in an increasingly long time. And of course, as always, he is doing his best.

As for what else he's doing? Well. It just wouldn't be an installation in the series if someone didn't get hurt at some point, right? :>

I wouldn't say that he becomes a folktale, but maybe a bit of a legend. He's a bit spooky, and tends to avoid people unless he's quelling Nobles or befriending the Ride Pokemon (also referred to as Nobles in my fics, admittedly). When he eventually leaves Hisui, his presence remains in exaggerated stories children from the Clans and Jubilife share with each other, as well as in a few records put down for posterity's sake -- Professor Laventon's diary tells the most about him, and even that remains relatively vague, with his name left a mystery in order to prevent any Time shenanigans from happening should someone come across the records in the future.

I hope to touch up on more of the other characters' POVs, especially the little twins'. Not that there won't be bits from Emmet's POV, but a lot of it is turning out to be Akari and Rei.

Also, my estimate for the wordcount of the fic -- currently titled Blind to All but Gold -- has noticeably gone up, so despite the results of the poll, I'm heavily doubting that it will be a oneshot. ^^;

Thank you so much for the ask! Don't worry about not interacting too much lately -- the Fog is an insidious thing, and when it hits, it hits. I hope it leaves you alone soon, though, and I hope you have a very good day! Thank you again! ^^

(Blurb under the cut! Mild cw for blood and implied injury)

The Gabite all but glowered at them, claws buried in the snow, and all Rei could think was of how it was a dragon-type, it was weak to ice, yet here it was, tenacious and strong enough to weather what should have killed it. Chimecho tilted itself, sending a warning series of chimes. There was something on the dragon's front, he noticed – something painted along its tightly muscled, scratched-up chest – it was darker than the red already there, gleaming in the faint light. The Gabite lowered its half-raised claws down and to the side, exposing its front. It rumbled, stepping back into the shadows, and neither of them dared to breathe. It came back, shuffling the snow before its feet, claws still held harmlessly down and away. Its tail lashed behind it as it shuffled just a bit farther into their light. It was blood that was smeared on its front. Patchy and dark, but unmistakable in the better light and in its viscosity. Raichu’s ears lifted slightly, and the Gabite shuffled back. Then forward again. It swung its head around, twisting, and they could see its tail swinging an agitated arc in the snow, kicking up powder heedlessly. It looked at them and keened, and Akari let out a breath, Rei doing the same.

[leggerefiore]

▲Subway Boss Masterlist II▽

🛑 = Yandere or Darker Content

🔞 = NSFW

Other list was literally glitching out as I tried to edit it. I write too much about these two.

Fics:

Invisible (cw: angst with happy ending)

Closeness (cw: twin wardens AU)

🔞Lesser (cw: fem reader, egg preg)

Bugtler Twins Fluff (cw: poly, em reader)

Times Gone (cw: blood, violence, dragon au, poly)

🔞Express Train (emmet/reader)

🔞Milk Drink (cw: reader with breasts, lactation, past-pregnancy)

Kyurem Emin Fluff (cw: eggpreg mentions)

🛑Night Train (cw: blood, attempted assault, vampires)

🔞Love Bu(gtler) (cw: fem reader, eggpreg)

🛑Used To Be King (cw: unhealthy relationships, god emmet)

Truth And Lies (cw: PLA Ingo)

🚫Fox God AU Angst

Those Words (cw: jealousy)

🔞Emmet x Galvantula Reader (cw: egg mentions)

🔞Love Fools (emmet x reader)

🔞D.N.A (cw: alien au)

Resort

🔞Tentacles (cw: alien au, breeding kink, tentacles)

Alternate Pathway (cw: alien au)

Feeling, Sweet Feelings (cw: alien au)

Dimmed Light (cw: angel au)

PLA Chandelure Hybrid Ingo Piece

Folklore (cw: fox god au)

Part I

🔞Part II (cw: breeding kink)

Linked (cw: aware au)

🔞Eelektross Emmet Smut (cw: egg preg)

Maid Cafe

Blood Bond (cw: vampire au)

Creepy-Crawly (cw: coraline au related)

Hot And Cold (cw: dragon au, eggpreg, breeding kink)

🔞Deuses Vulpes (cw: fox god au)

Entomophobia (cw: galvantula emmet)

Scotophobia (cw: chandelure ingo)

Vampirism (cw: vampire au)

Vampire Halloween Piece (cw: vampire au)

🛑Animatronic (cw: horror, reader death, animatronic au)

🛑Mould (cw: horror, monster ingo, based off RE7)

Fox God Emmet Transformed In Public

Suspicions (cw: Irida POV, pregnancy implications)

🔞Heated Cold (cw: egg preg, bug rut, frosmoth ingo)

PLA Ingo Winter Fluff

Post-Ingo Disappearance Comforting Emmet

🔞Tarachoptera (cw: Slither Wing Emmet, egg preg)

🔞Teasing, Teasing (cw: Domming PLA Ingo)

Deceit (ingo/reader)

🔞Antlers (cw: sawsbuck au)

🔞Lovely D(ee)ream (cw: sawsbuck au, breeding kink)

Comforting Insecure Emmet

Arranged Marriage

🔞Using An Ovipositor Toy On Moth Ingo (anal sex, bottom ingo)

HCs:

Train Twins Dating S/O With Big Tiddies

Train Twins Helping S/O With Their Period

Train Twins Swooping In On A Crush Post Break-Up

🛑🔞Yandere Chandelure Ingo (cw: kidnapping, implied injuries, noncon, AFAB reader)

Klinklang Emin

S/O Having A Nightmare About Train Twins Cheating (cw: cheating, sex mentions)

Fox God AU Assorted Ideas

Angel Train Twin HCs

🔞NSFW Alpha Silver Fox Emmet HCs

Train Twins With A Hybrid S/O

Train Twins With Lipstick Marks On Them

Train Twins Getting Angry For S/O's Sake

🔞Alien Invader Twins With Magical Girl S/O

Dragon Twins PMD HCs

Train Twins Catching Their Crush In A Suggestive Position

Train Twins Comforting S/O Down From A Panic Attack

Frosslass Ingo HCs

🔞Train Twins Dealing With A High Libido S/O

Train Twins Reacting To S/O Crying Over Joltiks

🔞Train Twins Sexual Fantasies About S/O

🛑Yandere Emin HCs

Dragon Twins Hibernating HCs

Noble Bug Hybrid Twins HCs (cw: reverse bugtler au)

Various Pokemon Characters Being Taken Rollerskating

Emin Christmas HCs

Assorted PokeHybrid Winter Cuddlings

Train Twins Helping S/O Deal With A Neckbeard (cw: unwanted flirting, uncomfortable situation)

Nonromantic:

Erin Getting A Skitty (cw: ingo's son oc)

Changes (cw: Dragon Emin)

PLA Ingo Failing To Remember Erin

Lost (cw: Ingo being a dad)

Drabbles:

Assorted Silver Fox Emmet Things (cw: AFAB reader, pregnancy)

PLA Ingo Angst (cw: ingo is a dad)

Domestic Ingo Fluff

🔞Ingo Gets Head

🔞Emmet Gets Head

🔞Fox AU Ingo Smut

Emmet Tries To Cook

Reverse Aware AU

🔞Ingo Gives Head (cw: AFAB reader)

Ingo Love Letter

Emmet Love Letter

Emin Love Letter

Dragon Emin Love Letter

Emin Writing Love Letters Through The Years

Ingo Comforting S/O From A Panic Attack

Galvantula Emmet Pondering His S/O's Body

Sexting PLA Ingo Using Unowns

Gifting Emmet The EleFish Square Cap

Slither Wing Twins Meeting S/O

Slither Larvesta Erin Hatching

Christmas One-Shots

🔞Sawsbuck Ingo Eating S/O Out

🔞Horny Alien AU Drabble

[trainerlynda]

Yeeeeeeup.

Saw that world.

Had to fight it.

Almost got very burnt ^^;;

I want to through myself into Wyndon River and that thing scares me!!!!!!!!!! But the sun is more evil to me right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! These exclamation marks hide a massive headache!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[zekrom-sword]

Hello! My name is Felix! I'm a Hunter. I'll maybe post videos of my work here! Feel free to strike a conversation! Uhm... I'm not sure what else to say...

I guess i can talk about the fact that i have three tamed Pokémon, that's pretty cool!

There's Aurora, he's a Scyther! He can sometimes help me on the hunt.

Then there's Tornado Warning. Tornado Warning is a Pelipper, and he helps me deliver my wares if i get requests from outside the village. I actually didn't tame him myself... he is from the big city, where they breed Pelipper for some postal network.

And lastly, there's SNEEF. She's a Chikorita and she mostly helps with tracking Pokémon. But she hates hates hates being in the middle of things and also can't see blood. So... kinda awkward. She mostly hides in my bag when it's going down

ANYWAYS i'm now here! If you want to request some pokémon materials, hit me up! Tornado Warning can deliver them, probably. You gotta feed him though, that's part of the service fee.

I have some spare part right now by the way

Oh also here's a picture of me!

I got the feathers from a Staraptor!

OOC below the cut (please read)

RP/Worldbuilding rules

- This blog treats the world as if pokémon were real, so this is a general #unreality warning. I will NOT tag every post with it

- This blog will deal regularly with darker themes such as injury, pokémon injury and pokémon death. These things will be tagged accordingly with a #cw [trigger], other triggers will be tagged in this format as well. Posts I'm not sure which trigger applies to will be tagged with #cw pokemon hunting. This means things like implied dismemberment, talking about using specific pokemon parts for things and so on. Explicit posts will also have this tag.

- Please don't hesitate to reach out if you want something be tagged. This goes especially for things considered "high stakes pokereality", i'm very unsure what would fall in this category.

- Felix is accepting "hunting" requests for most Pokémon! This can also be about certain materials, which can possibly be obtained without hurting the pokemon (like mareep fur). Felix will try to do that if possible.

- Felix lives in some sort of AU or Region or so where Pokémon are actually the wild beasts they are made out to be in Pokémon Legends: Arceus. There are only a handful of exceptions. Hunting Pokémon for food and survival is important in his community

- this blog is pretty obviously inspired by franchises like Monster Hunter, D&D and the Studio Ghibli movies (like Nausicaä). However this is NOT a crossover blog, and i actually would like to keep crossover interactions low.

- no sexual NSFW, full stop.

// Also: Hi, hello. I run this blog as a side blog, so I’ll like and follow from my main @fire-water-grass-core . If you need to address me (the player/mun), I’m okay with any pronouns, and if you need a name you can call me Kama, Nox or Cheese. My main RP blog is @koffing-time, feel free to look at stuff there. The rules from the pinned there also apply here.

// if i'm talking ooc, it will be marked with // and usually also be colored pink

//ask games (tagged with #ask game) are usually open indefinitely

[onestepbackwards]

What’s All the Buzz About?

@r0-boat‘s BeeGearStation AU has had me in a vice grip for w e e k s. I decided to take a shot at writing for the AU myself (❁´◡`❁) It’s heavily inspired by their AU, so please check them out! R0′s writing and ideas are so good! The design for Bee Hybrid Emmet was also heavily inspired by @antidotesprout designs for them. Please check them out as well! Their art is amazing! I hope you enjoy the start of this new series, and have a happy Halloween! Summary: After ending up stuck and injured in the old abandoned Nimbasa City subway tunnels, you don’t have much hope in escaping. Despite the odds, you try to push onward anyway, only to meet someone verrry interesting. CW: Description of leg injury (though not too graphic), broken leg, anxiety attack, slight dark thoughts, cave in, minor claustrophobia, (It all gets better at the end, I promise), Beehybrid!Emmet, King Bee Emmet, Implied King Bee Hybrid Ingo. Word Count: 4138 words! >Next: Link -----

Today was just not your day Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It really just hasn’t been your week, let alone year. But this… This certainly topped everything that has happened to you yet. “Of course. Of all things to happen. Of all things!” You grumbled to yourself as you pulled your leg out from a pile of collapsed rubble. You hissed in pain, but managed to pull your leg free. Scooting away from the fallen debris, you shone your flashlight to get a better look at your leg, and winced at what you saw.  “Well… that isn’t good.” You hissed through grit teeth.  Your leg was covered in bruises, and was certainly swelling a bit in a few places. You would be surprised if it wasn’t broken. No doubt a cave in partially falling on your leg like this caused a break of some sort, even if it looked okay(ish) now.  

Most of the skin was intact, thankfully. Just a few scrapes on top of some fresh bruises. You at least wouldn’t have to worry about bleeding out all alone in a dark cave. Silently, you thanked any gods out there listening for your higher pain tolerance, and the adrenaline running through your veins.  You sighed, feeling overwhelmed, and fought back hot tears that threatened to fall. You knew going into the abandoned train tunnels would be a bad idea. Why did you let them convince you? You blew a tuft of hair out from in front of your face. Right. To keep your boss placated. Look how wonderful that turned out. Bastard. You took a moment to get your bearings. Panic was threatening to seep through your chest. “Calm down. Deep breaths. Panicking will get you nowhere,” you told yourself. It was certainly true. You had read plenty of stories about hikers and cavers panicking when they became stuck in caves, only to make things worse by doing so. That being said, you never anticipated getting stuck in a tunnel like this. Not immediately panicking was a lot easier said than done. You were beginning to see why even experienced folk were able to become so easily distraught. Your heart rate was already beginning to spike. 

You took another deep breath. Hyperventilating would only make things worse. Biting the inside of your cheek, you flashed your light over the fallen rocks, and cursed From the looks of it, the way you came in was completely blocked off. Attempting to dig through this mess might just make things worse. Not to mention, the rocks still looked loose. One wrong move, and more might come caving in on top of you. “...Well, no use going back that way, I suppose.” You mumbled, sounding a lot calmer than what you felt. Oh how you desired to scream. Shuffling a bit, you leered behind you, further into the tunnels. Your flashlight could only light the way so much, but it was better than nothing. Better than wobbling around completely in the dark having a panic attack. At least you could fight your panic attack in some form of light. “Positive. Just think positive.” You mumbled as you hobbled to your feet. You let out a pained yelp as you tried putting pressure on your left foot. Yup. Something was most likely broken. This hurt like hell. Grabbing the nearby wall for support, you placed the flashlight in your jacket pocket, and fished around your other pockets for your phone. Finding the device, you unlocked it, only to let out a shaky sigh. No service. Fucking figures. “That’s… fine. I can just… make my way through the tunnels. I’ll either find an exit, or a spot for cell phone service. It’s okay. I will be okay.” You weren’t okay. But at least you could lie to yourself until the shock wore off. Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you took your flashlight back out, and eyed the tunnel ahead of you. “Well… no time like the present…” you spoke, swallowing down the urge to cry. Reluctantly, you began making your way down the tunnel. It was slow, and painful. Your leg may not be as bad as it could have been, but it most certainly was giving you trouble. Several times you thought about stopping, only to shake your head and press on. You had to get out of here as soon as possible. You feared if you took a break, your thoughts would begin to spiral, and you would lose the will to continue. A bit dramatic, but given the circumstances, well… You didn’t trust your brain at the moment. Not with the fear in the back of your throat. Slowly, you pressed onwards. Thankfully, limping down the subway tunnel surprisingly helped keep your mind a bit busy. The despair really didn’t hit you until you came across a fork in the road ahead. In front of you were two tunnels, where the tracks converged into one, leading back the way you came. You stood there, almost dumbfounded. Of course a subway would have diverging tracks. Why wouldn’t it? It was designed to take people to many different places across Unova, after all. 

Still, seeing the fork in the road did little to help you. If anything, it made you this much closer to losing your shit. You really wanted to cry right now. You had been walking for at least two hours. You were tired, scared, and in immense amounts of pain… All you wanted was to go home, and crawl in bed. Oh how you wanted to strangle your boss for putting you in this position. Who knows? Maybe if you make it out alive, you’ll get the opportunity to do so. The thought of murdering your boss briefly helped against your growing nerves. However, you still had a choice to make. Left, or right? For all you knew, one was just a couple of miles to a dead end. Choosing wrong could potentially keep you here longer, and may even be a death sentence. Your hands shook as you looked between the two tunnels. Even if you weren’t injured, this was still a big choice to make. You only had so much energy, and you doubt you’ll be able to easily turn around and walk back the way you came if you choose wrong. So right… ...or left? Time was ticking. You couldn’t afford to sit and anxiously fight with yourself. Every moment you wasted was a moment you could be using to get out of here. That thought only made the knot in your stomach worse. Taking a deep breath, you decided. Just as you began to make your way left, you froze. It was faint, but you could have sworn you heard a noise coming from the right. Almost like a muffled tink of some sort. Whatever it was, it had to be far away, judging from the small echo, and how faint it was. But it was a noise. You couldn’t move, your heart racing. Thoughts were flying through your head a mile a minute. Down here in the tunnels, one little sound could be anything. From a stray animal, a rock falling from the structure shifting… ...Or even a person. The thought made you anxious. You would think the idea of finding anyone down here would give you hope. But why would anyone else be down here? Surely not someone up to anything good. Even you weren’t supposed to be here, only having been coerced to come by your boss and coworkers. You licked your lips. But if it was a person, they might take pity, and help you. But they could also hurt you and kill you as well. It was a gamble. And for all you knew, it might not even be a person. It could be a wild animal that would attack you for entering its territory. You wouldn’t even be able to run or defend yourself, no matter the case. You took a shaky breath. Quite the gamble indeed. You silently weighed in your options. Go left, and head into uncertainty. Or head right, and possibly get help. Your leg ended up helping make the decision for you. It was beginning to really hurt, especially after limping on it for so long. Any chance to receive aid was a chance you were going to have to take. The longer you were stuck here, the higher the chance of your leg becoming permanently damaged. And, y’know. Possibly dying down here alone from starvation. “Positive thoughts. Think positive thoughts.” You mumbled out through gritted teeth. With that, you forced yourself to move. Despite the circumstances, you tried to remain hopeful. Both for your own health, and peace of mind. You couldn’t afford to drown in despair just yet. The walk down the tunnel was slow, and it ate away at your nerves. Your flashlight could only illuminate the path ahead of you so much, and the anxiety of not knowing what you’ll find ate away at your mind. Every little noise, or odd looking object in the distance had you on edge. It also didn’t help that the further you walked, the more you began to hear noises. Strange noises. You couldn’t place what they were. Sometimes it would be tinks far off in the distance. Other times, you would hear what sounded like rumbling in the walls. Your light was no help. Whatever it was making such sounds was still too far away to be seen. Or again, in the walls. These were not comforting thoughts. You couldn’t tell if you wanted these sounds to be real, or a figment of your imagination. Going mad wasn’t exactly something you wanted to deal with this early on, but… ...You weren’t sure if you wanted to see whatever was making these noises at the end of the tunnel, either. In fact, you could feel yourself beginning to wonder if this was a choice you were going to regret. The thoughts weren’t sitting well in your stomach. The further you walked, the more you were fighting the feeling of being watched. It was silly, you know. There was no one in sight. No matter how many times you looked behind you, you never caught sight of anyone. Regardless, you still felt your hair stand on end.

“It’s just my nerves. No one is here but me. I’m okay.” You tried to assure yourself. Speaking it outloud helped a little bit, at least enough to keep you grounded. You could at least pretend to be okay a little longer if you could fool yourself. However, there was one thing that was beginning to distract you. There was an odd scent in the air. Several odd scents, in fact. The further you had walked, the sweeter the air had become. You knew this scent, but couldn’t quite place it. The air was pungent with it, almost humid in a way. Another scent in the air confused you. It was almost waxy. It didn’t make any sense to you. This was an abandoned set of train tunnels. Why were there these specifically weird smells? That, and it’s not like someone could grow a lot of flowers down here. Sure, some might survive in the dark, but you couldn’t help but doubt it was flowers causing the weird scent. It was heavy. Whatever it was, there had to be a lot of it.

You wanted to have hope, and say it was perhaps a flower shop above ground, but you doubted that would be the case. You were far enough underground that you wouldn’t be able to smell a flower shop. Nor would one be this… pungent in a specific scent. Swallowing thickly, you carried on. Surely, something this sweet smelling couldn’t be bad, right? It didn’t ease your rising heart rate, or the feeling of eyes on your back. Then there were the ominous sounds. Not only were there rumbling in the walls, but the further you walked, the more it sounded like it was all around you. You idly wondered if you were going to die today. You already almost died once in these tunnels. Maybe whatever god was out there wanted to finish the job? ...You really needed to get out of here. Walking further in though, you couldn’t help but feel the urge to just turn around, and head back the way you had come. Each little noise, the scents, and the feeling of being watched only made you yearn to the other path you could have taken. But it was so far back, and you had already walked for so long. You were getting really tired… You stopped for a moment, and leaned against the wall. It had been hours. You were tired, hungry, in immense pain, and your nerves were shot. You wanted to rest. “I can’t. I need to keep going…” you tried to reason with yourself. You can’t rest just yet. It isn’t safe here. But your body was beginning to feel heavy and sluggish, despite how anxious you were. You imagine a part of it had to do with how much you’ve been fighting your leg. Otherwise, you’d be able to easily keep moving. Shaking your head, you gripped the wall to press onward, only to pause when you heard a loud noise up ahead. You don’t know what it was, but it was loud. Loud and big enough to shake the tracks on the ground, which vibrated with a hum, before slowing to a stop. Then you heard it. A loud buzzing sound coming from the end of the tunnel. Multiple buzzing sounds. Eyes wide, you could feel yourself shaking again. That… was not human. You didn’t know what was down there, but all your instincts were screaming to turn around, and hightail it out of here. You didn’t belong here, you needed to leave. You began to walk backwards, but before you could turn around- Your back ran into something solid. The blood in your veins ran cold. It took all of your will power to gain the courage to turn around. Slowly, you turned around, and saw you were face to face with a chest. You hadn’t been alone. You felt tears prick your eyes. Blood was rushing through your ears. 

Hands shaking, you tilted the flashlight upwards. After a few beats, the light landed on a smiling face. You let out a shriek, and stumbled backwards, falling in the process. Your flashlight tumbled out of your hands, rolling away towards the tracks. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. You were starting to hyperventilate. Oh gods, you were going to die, weren’t you? This guy wasn’t human. From the quick glance you got, his skin(??) was yellow? And his eyes were black and silver… You swore you could still see them watching you, even though the light was no longer on its face. You were shaking, and you could hear his footsteps getting closer. Desperate, you began to crawl backwards, only getting so far with your broken leg. In your panic, you barely registered the footsteps veering off to the side. You only became aware the being hadn’t been walking towards you when it picked up your flashlight. Freezing up seemed to be the only thing your body was capable of doing as it got closer. They stopped right in front of you, and must have watched you curiously for a few moments. A beat passed. Neither of you moved. You heard an odd buzzing. You could briefly see the figure lean down, and you flinched, tears threatening to fall. When the being began to lean down, you closed your eyes and shook, fearing what may possibly come. …Only for nothing to happen. After a few moments, you cracked an eye open, and saw the figure holding the flashlight out to you. Staring for a few moments, you shakily reached out, and grabbed it. Were they not going to hurt you? Hesitantly, you shined the flashlight upwards, and fought back a gasp that threatened to leave your lips. “Hello! I am Emmet!” he spoke, a smile wide on his face. You were speechless. A hybrid…? Yes, he was definitely a hybrid, now that you were getting a good look at him. His face was golden, but he had silver hair, hair that almost looked like fuzz. And then his eyes… They were silver, though where the whites would be, almost seemed black. Then you noticed the… Antenna? Antennae? And the faint buzzing… Looking behind him, you could faintly see what appeared to be bug-like wings. It hit you, just what exactly kind of hybrid you were looking at. “You’re… You’re a bee hybrid.” You spoke in awe. Insect hybrids were incredibly rare. Not many existed, and most that did, stayed with a hive or a colony. Other independent bug hybrids tended to stick to themselves. You swallowed nervously. He was very pretty. And also very huge. You don’t think you had ever seen a hybrid this size before… His smile only seemed to widen at your awed expression. “Yup! I am a bee hybrid, and you are a human!” He gazed down at you. You seemed at a loss for words. “Are you alright? That leg doesn't look very good.” His words brought you out of your daze. Eyes flickering down, you noticed your leg, and the throbbing pain suddenly became a lot more noticeable. You bit your lip. Walking as much as you had no doubt had put a lot of strain on it. You would be lucky if it didn’t have irreparable damage. You remained silent for a moment as the thoughts ran through your head. Thankfully, the hybrid, Emmet, you think was his name, was patient. “I… Got injured in a cave in, near the entrance down that way.” You told him, pointing towards the way you came. He glanced where you gestured towards, an odd look on his face. He turned back to you, and you nearly felt your heart jump in your throat from how fast he was. “I see. What was a human doing, entering these abandoned tunnels?” he asked. You felt a bit nervous, but decided to answer anyway. What could you even do? Run? Lie? Even if he seemed nice so far, there wasn’t a lot you could do for yourself. “...I came here with my boss and coworkers. They wanted to explore the abandoned tunnels. I didn’t want to go but… I was coerced into doing so, or deal with my boss’ temper, and risk my job. Said it would be a fun ‘bonding’ activity for the office…” you grumbled. You were still very much upset about this. All of this. You were exhausted, tired, and in a lot of pain. Your nerves were shot, you were alone in a tunnel with a stranger, and as far as you knew, he could kill you at any moment. You were tired. At this point, you weren't even sure if you could cry. Emmet looked at you, a calculating look on his face. You felt a spike of anxiety in your chest. 

If there was a single bee hybrid here, did that mean…

You felt your stomach drop. 

If a bee hybrid was underground, it wasn’t because they were lost or looking for flowers. The tunnels must be their hive. You were trapped in a tunnel leading to a hive. That explained the odd noises, and all the buzzing, you supposed. You felt a bit sick. You had been this close to presumably walking into a live hive. No doubt the drones inside would not take kindly to an intruder. Hell, the Queen would probably have had your head. Maybe it was a blessing this guy found you first, even if you weren’t sure of his intentions as of now. He was at least kind enough to listen to how you got here in the first place. Maybe he’d take pity on you and let you live? Or at least he could point you to where you need to go, so you could get crawling. In your internal musings, you were unaware of the internal debate within the hybrid’s mind. This was a golden opportunity! If you proved to be a nice fit, you had potential to solve all his hive’s major problems. If you proved unfit, well… Depending on how you act, they could either drop you off outside the city, or easily dispose of you. But he couldn’t let this opportunity pass! The hive was in too rough a position not to try. He was sure Ingo would agree, after listening to reason! However, he had to gain your trust. You were very much stressed and afraid. He felt for you, he really did! Being injured, and left alone in an abandoned tunnel with a different species was probably terrifying. He would be stressed if he was in your position too. He briefly looked over your leg, and fought back a wince. Sure, there wasn’t a lot of blood, most of the cuts having scabbed over. However, the skin was badly bruised, and there was swelling in a few places. Emmet didn’t need to be knowledgeable on humans to know that probably wasn’t good. And yet, he could help but admire this small human he had just met. From what he gleaned from your story, you’ve already been through a lot! Being betrayed by your boss and their drones? And to try and persevere by making your way through the tunnels, all while in immense pain? All for survival? He wouldn’t lie. You appeared to be very strong, mentally and emotionally at least. Even physically too! It was almost as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He had been watching you for a while, ever since that fork in the road. His wings buzzed behind him for a moment in awe and excitement. Yes! Those made great qualities for a Queen of a hive! You could be a perfect fit! Plus, you were a verrry cute little human. He had seen plenty of your kind out and about, albeit hidden from their sights. You were way more cute and regal than any of those humans he had seen in the past. Now, he just had to convince you to try and take the role… …It wouldn’t be easy though, he’d imagine. Humans had their own lives, after all! They seemed to be verrry independent, and liked it that way, not wanting to be involved in other things unless they simply desired to. Not only that, but from what his hive has seen, humans were not huge fans of sudden change. Taking over a hive as a Queen no doubt would count as one of those sudden changes. So he had to make it tempting. But where to begin? His eyes landed back on your leg, and his antenna twitched. “Would you like help with that?” He asked you suddenly, and you nearly jumped at his sudden eagerness, hovering over your leg. “Huh?” You dumbly asked, not expecting the question. Help? What did he mean by help? “Your leg. You have put a lot of strain on it. It doesn’t look good. Let me help you.” You could only stare at him, trying to process what he said. “You can stay at the hive until you are well again!” He assured you, his smile seemingly growing excited. You couldn’t help but look at him a bit confused. “But… Won’t the uh, the Queen not like that?” You ask, slightly fearing for your life. If you ended up stuck in the hive with an angry Queen Bee Hybrid, you doubted you’d make it out alive. Especially if they were territorial. Emmet shook his head. “Our hive has no Queen.” Ah. His face almost fell as he said so. Well, that was one thing you didn’t have to worry about, but…

“What about the drones? And the other bees? Won’t they not take kindly to a stranger?” You asked, a bit hesitant. Not having a Queen made things less difficult, but that didn’t mean the drones and other bees would just accept you- “They’ll be no problem at all, I promise.” He spoke, confident as he attempted to assure you. “But-” “They will listen to me. I promise they will not hurt you. They will help you recover.” Silence followed his statement as you weighed in your options. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder… “Why would they listen to you?” It came out a bit more rude than you had intended, though he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his grin grew incredibly wide. He leaned down towards you, almost like a bow, his wings buzzing behind him. “Because I am one of its Kings.”

[wyrdle]

For the TrainerClavell au

If I read correctly, you guys talked about Clavell helping the kids with their nightmares and problems but what about Clavell having some really upsetting dreams about the professors :'D

Maybe it doesn't happen that often but when it does it's bad :'/

((ok now imagine Tyme comforting him🙂🙂🙂🙂))

SCREECHING. Ok. I had brain worms from this prompt. Enjoy a crazy spur of writing (it turned out way longer than i expected)

CW for: Nightmares, implied injury/traumatic experiences. Enjoy!!!! Hopefully this is a fun read lol

Clavell was huddled right outside the Zero Lab, a space cleared out for the scientists within  when they needed an escape from the stuffiness of the indoors. There was no breeze so deep underground, but the caverns were still chilly, and Clavell regretted not wearing something warmer. Stuffing his hands into his lab coat pocket, he gazed at the peaceful scenery around him.

Area Zero, for all the inconveniences it brought, was beautiful at night. There were the glittering crystals, but also the Glimmora blooming to life, their bio-luminescent petals reflecting in the pools of water. The ethereal quality of the land only made Clavell feel even more homesick.

The Tera Orbs were well on their way to being finished, a project spanning years. Though the scientists had had designated breaks to leave the place, Clavell sorely missed the rest of Paldea's crowds, its food, the sights. Plus, he was tired, the numerous late nights of research wore down on even the most devoted academics. The wrap up of the greatest discovery in his career couldn't come sooner! 

"Boo!" 

Jumping at the sudden scare, Clavell became the subject of peals of laughter.

"Sada!" He grumbled, almost pouting. "I came out here for peace and quiet."

"Not my fault you make it so easy.” His colleague and dear friend flashed a toothy grin, taking a seat beside him even as she asked: “Care for some company?”

Even Clavell, for all his gentlemanly niceness, had his limits tested when it came to the brash and brazen Professor Sada. 

“As if you’d listen to me.” he huffed, with faux grumpiness.

“True.” A third voice chimed in to gang up on Sada, to Clavell’s pleasure, even though he knew it’d be temporary.

Professor Turo, despite his quiet and less expressive demeanor, was a man who’d just as quickly strike jabs and jeers back in pettiness. At least he was too distracted by the three, probably scorching, cups of instant noodles in his hands to say anything. Yet.

“Turo! How could you!” Sada mock cried, dramatically wiping a shed tear.

Quietly, and with a smile on his face, Clavell passed her one of the cups, feeling his frosty fingers warm up as did his heart. Wedged between his friends who were complete opposites, he didn’t mind the badly cooked noodles, and the sadness from before was replaced by fondness for the two bright people beside him.

“Did you even put in the seasoning?!” Sada screeched.

“Um.” A cough. “Yes?”

“You put all of them into yours by accident, didn’t you?”

Dumbasses, both of them. Clavell mused internally, letting Sada tear at Turo’s terrible cooking for him. 

As he ate quietly between them however, something began to feel wrong. Did he eat too quickly? Was the spice getting to his throat?

“Clave11, is that y0u?”

Suddenly Sada and Turo’s banter had turned cold, their voices beside him twisted and electronic. Worst of all, it felt laced with genuine hatred and scorn. Directed at him.

He was choking on his food, that was the only explanation for why he couldn’t breathe. In his seat, he was frozen, unable to look up at either of them, the warm bodies by his side now cold and metallic. Staring at his feet, the ground shifted from the rocky terrain of Area Zero and into man-made obsidian tiles. Gone was the soft glow of blue, dangerous red drowning everything around him.

[OBSTRUCTION TO TIME MACHINE IDENTIFIED]

The sounds of Pokemon at night were replaced by the blaring warning sirens, the whir of a machine drawing power, the rumble of vertical constructs rising from the earth.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL INITIALISED]

"H0w c0u1d y0u, 0ld friend?"

The cup of noodles he had been holding had been hot, but they'd become scorching in an instant, the pain allowing him to break free from his paralysis to look up…

… at the angry, inhuman, glare of his two friends.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[P-R-DISE PR0TECTI0N PR0T0C0L HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[PROFESSOR TURO AND PROFESSOR SADA HAVE INITIALISED BATTLE]

As their voices echoed from all around, Clavell was too frozen by his terror to dodge the blur of red and blue speeding towards him. Even as his very being screamed to run, to hide, the monsters drew close enough for him to see their long claws, open maws and sharp teeth.

"Tra1t0r!"

He screamed.

“Clavell!”

He was trembling, clothes sticking uncomfortably onto damp skin, lungs desperately attempting to draw air. A strong and warm hand was on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. 

One moment he was in horrible pain and mind-numbing terror, the next he was lying on his back on his couch, blinking up at the familiar white lights of his office.

“You’re alright, Director, just breathe.”  Blearily, he recognised the owner of the comforting voice, glancing up at Tyme's concerned expression. 

How did he…?

"You were taking a break from the paperwork. We were going over the Academy budget for expanding student services." She helpfully explained, shifting slightly to allow Clavell's Houndoom to move forward and lick his hand, whining in concern. 

His heart was still racing, calming slowly through Tyme's comforting words and instructions to ground himself in the present. Houndoom’s soft fur under his hand helped, too.

Eventually, he collected himself enough to speak.

“...Tyme?”

“6:00PM.” She joked, at her own expense. Fortunately, it drew a bewildered, if shaky, laugh from Clavell. “We had a lot of papers to review, remember?”

Right. They were going to approach Chairwoman Geeta with several new proposals for further funding. In particular, to expand the Academy’s student counseling services as well as mental health first aid classes. Especially after… the events of Area Zero.

The glitter of crystals, the whir of the time machine, Not-Turo and Not-Sada’s expressions twisted with hatred-

Unwillingly, he shuddered, tensing up at the memory of his nightmare/memory. Clavell’s Houndoom, sensing his owner’s distress, decided to lick at his cheek, prompting Clavell to readjust his non-existent glasses. A bad habit, really, for anytime he needed something to distract his hands.

“Here.” Tyme presses his glasses into his palm, nodding wordlessly as he whispers thanks. She stands, informing him she’d be back with a glass of water, leaving him some privacy to recollect himself.

Sitting up with his full vision, he absorbed the comfort and familiarity of his office, pointedly ignoring the lab equipment he had kept in memory of… them. He had hoped, once, that they’d return, with all of their fiery personality and quips he’d grown used to after spending years in the labs together. 

But you never really knew them, did you? His vicious thoughts betray him, and exhaustion seemed to weigh him down even more heavily.

“Drink.” Tyme instructs when she returns, taking a seat on the couch as she hands him the cool glass. If it were eerily similar to his dream, Clavell didn’t comment.

“T-Thank you, Miss Tyme.” Remembering himself, he flustered. “I-I’m sorry you had to witness that-”

“Hush, you.” She sighs, shaking her head in what Clavell assumes to be exasperation. “Everyone has bad days, you’re only human. Do you… want to talk about it?”

Clavell winces, biting his lower lip. He was an adult, for Arceus’ sake, the director no less. It was highly inappropriate for his co-worker to be the bearer of his troubles… even if it was Tyme.

No, the real reason he kept tight-lipped was because of how much it hurt to speak openly of what he’d experienced, of the friends he’d lost.

“Take your time, Clavell.” Tyme cooed, patting his back gently. In lieu of a verbal response Clavell leaned into her side, appreciating the firm one-armed hug. “If ever you need a listening ear, I’m here.”

In the end, that was all the difference, between Tyme and the professors, wasn’t it?

Clavell’s grief and anger curled tightly around him, but just for that moment, he breathed easy in the comfort of a friend by his side.

[ficclique]

Episode 17: "Calm Down, Jim"

In this episode of Fic Clique, your hosts discuss "To Keep You Inside" by AirgiodSLV (Shades of Magic) @11:53, "Death of a Sparrow" by ionthesparrow (Pokemon Nuzlocke Challenge) @40:20, and "With My Feet Toward the Stars (let me remember you as you were when you existed)" by kariye (Star Trek 2009) @1:08:12. We muse on what we can ask from our relationships with others, what humanity looks like beyond the human, and how one author's prose can slap so hard. Also, this outro features a cameo by a Mom of the Pod!

Listen on Spotify, Apple Music, and more.

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Nicole’s Pick: To Keep You Inside, by AirgiodSLV Shades of Magic series, Rhy/Alucard Our tags: post-canon, rivals to brothers, magical tournament, ceremonial duel, beach wedding (implied) CW: discussion of soulbond related consent issues ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16997871

Reid’s Pick: Death of a Sparrow, by @ionthesparrow​ Griffin's Pokemon Nuzlocke Run, Gen Our tags:  Ms. Beakman, a billion talons four hundred wings sixty eyes, this prose slaps, reid’s niche video game knowledge corner, one reference to death of a salesman CW: character death, musings on death, graphic depictions of pokemon violence ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8666644

Brenna’s Pick: With My Feet Toward The Stars (let me remember you as you were when you existed), by kariye Star Trek (reboot series), Spock/Kirk, Spock & The Enterprise Our tags: sentient spaceships, pushing the boundaries of vulcan telepathy, discovery, humanity, gardens CW: character death, some kinda gross injury stuff, mentions of forced prostitution ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/397856

[pokemonveterinarian]

Saint was in and out of sleep the whole time, but made sure to thank Archie and Maxie.

He fell asleep properly once they had left, cuddled up to Spike, and with Winnie and Wishbone taking a well-deserved rest as well

[End of thread!]

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.

[taskforcedistortion]

[Time skip]

Saint gets a nice comfortable room, Winnie and Wishbone are allowed out due to them working with the staff and helping with their trainer.

Maxie and Archie leave once they see that he is alright and safe.

Though, Maxie leaves a small sticky note, telling him to not worry about any bills, as both him and Archie will take care of them.

Archie also went back briefly to leave a, clearly well loved, Poochyena plushy on his bed, the plush has a little tag on them calling them Spike.

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.

[taskforcedistortion]

"Ighty kiddo. It's gonna feel a bit weird heh." Maxie steps in front of them and pulls out his phone, typing something on it briefly before a portal opens right before their eyes.

There's another portal right on the other side of the first, only a couple steps away, a orange gravely platform under their feet as they step in.

Even for the quick moment they're in there, Saint would be able to feel the odd atmosphere, the air is cold but a little bit tough to breathe, like they're suddenly very, very high up.

But as soon as the feeling hits it, its gone, as they had stepped into the other portal.

Now they are at the hospital, right at the front entrance actually, the portal staying open long enough for Wishbone and Winnie to get through before it closes.

They quickly get him into the place, explaining- well, lying a bit- that they had found it in a abandoned building and that he got very hurt.

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.

[pokemonveterinarian]

Saint closed his eyes as he was carried, almost falling asleep. He felt safer than he had in, well... Forever, really. He felt so safe, in fact, that he was ready to fall asleep in his pop's arms

Winnie and Wishbone were staying close, and didn't mind the portal at all

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.

[pokemonveterinarian]

Saint lets out a small squeak upon being picked up, simply because he wasn't expecting it.

"Huh? Oh, I don't mind!" Winnie and Wishbone were ready to go, Wishbone was even wagging his tail.

This'll his first time warping, but hey! There's a first time for everything!

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.