#eevee police

[shyblacksheep]

This is my sister’s Trainer OC, Kimi Rowan. She’s from Sandgem Town (Sinnoh) and meets Alistair in his hometown, Ecruteak City (Johto), while she was visiting a cousin from there. Alistair, of course, shows interest in her shiny Litleo and that’s how they get talking. x’D

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[malachimoet]

Alaska (Real Name: Alaska Grace Glaceon) is the authorized criminal fighter against evil Pokemon of Pokeopolis, working closely with the Pokeopolis Police Department. She and the other cops on the mission were responsible for arresting the hooligans in the Golden Eevee Statue incident where hooligans were trying to steal it from the city. When she made the arrests, she didn't take any time to interrogate the criminals, as seeing them all together was more than enough proof for her. This causes her to arrest an innocent person, Bree--to be imprisoned and even caused the criminals in the cell to have to go to the hospital due to Bree's poisonous sweat. The town calls Bree the 'town skunk' as a result, and after she got out of prison from being proven to be innocent--Bree went on to do things that she wanted to. Though she had good intentions, she used Mean Look, her intoxication ability with poisonous pores, and her trusty bat to bring justice to people...in her own way. And due to this, she frequently breaks the law from time to time in order to do what's right. Alaska's issue after hearing about 'The Town Skunk' was that if she were to catch her again out in the open, she'd be required to arrest her, less she loses her job for letting a criminal break the law and go free. However, she also understood that Bree was innocent because of the type of Pokemon she was doing this to--and felt a bit conflicted in her choices. Check Toyhouse for more information on this character: https://toyhou.se/27833194.alaska-glaceon

[third-arch]

My Corazon HC’s!! pt. 2❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

These HC's are a month old LOL

Corazon is a Children’s book author! He’d join the Marines still, but he’s very good at art. One of his best sellers would be a story inspired by Law about accepting himself and loving himself and others.

He forbade Law to watch PewDiePie when he was growing up because he swore too much.

His favorite Pokémon are Chandelure, Eevee and Lapras. Idk why but I could see him just liking the more cute and chill Pokémon. Law also really likes these Pokémon bc of Corazon.

To Corazon, Kanna reminds him of Buneary.

I don't see Corazon dating anyone. He seems like someone who has a very secure attachment style in general.

I like to imagine that in another life, he'd be a really good royal guard or police officer. He would take his job very seriously and would be well loved and respected by the community for his sense of justice and caring nature.

I like to imagine that if he survived, that he and Law ran their own little coffee/flower shop. People would ask him "Is that your son?"

He'd probably be very touched to hear it, too.

He LOVES Boyce Avenue's cover of "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran. He really likes Boyce Avenue, I think.

He did not take Law to the Eras Tour, but he bought him tickets (Law didn't know this).

Corazon always tells Law "I love you" before he hangs up the phone. Law doesn't say it back, but might mumble it back on occasion.

His current favorite song is "Loverboy" by A Wall!!

[scruffyssketchbook]

Ask, and ye shall receive!

Ok, so, Polar Opposites went through a LOT of changes character-wise. Specifically Blizz, because when I wrote him originally, he was the cause of Daisy's depression, he had turned her down VERY rudely, causing Daisy to become VERY insecure about herself (to the point that it was concerning,) it was so awful and made me hate PO! Blizz. So Blizz and Daisy have the most changes to their character.

Also, the "Night" version of Dawn (I forgot what I called her) no longer exists, but has been replaced. Dawn's backstory is also quite different.

Ahem! Now, characters:

Vay: He's very friendly (moreso than his canon counterpart,) and he's a very good cop! He's good at catching criminals! However, he's barely literate (he's basically on a third-grade literacy level,) and he's probably the worst speller around. Because of this, when going through paperwork or reports, he has Split (his deputy) help him. He's also gotten an entire Box police team with him! Despite some of his flaws (barely literate/poor spelling/handwriting,) many of the Icedrop Eevees look up to him as their leader! Vay gets along well with Eve/Evelyn/Lynn and (for the most part) Blizz. Vay also has a crush on Daisy, they hang out a lot! Vay's a little shy about his relationship with Daisy though, haha. (Daisy also helps Vay improve with reading/writing/spelling, she cares about him and wants to help him! She loves him, too. =3)

Blizz: He's pretty smart, but unfortunately, this gives him an ego the size of a Wailord. He has an "everyone else is stupid" mentality and thinks he knows everything (sure, he's smart. But he's not the smartest in the Box, that title goes to Dawn.) Daisy used to like him, but his "I know everything" mentality got on her nerves, so they butt heads from time to time. Blizz isn't very popular with the others, either (Eve and Blizz squabble a lot,) the only person that likes being around Blizz is Dusk, who thinks Blizz is a genius. Some of the others have tried to give Blizz a fair chance, though (Vay and Bolt.)

Eve/Evelyn/Lynn: Eve is about 13 in this AU. Unlike her canon counterpart, Eve is actually pretty independent. The other younger Icedrop kits see her as a leader of sorts. While "Evelyn" is her full first name, only Blizz has ever really referred to her as such, which she hates because she finds it embarrassing. Eve often plays a game with the other kits, or Oliver, pretending to be secret agents, so Eve as an entire "Agent Lynn" persona. She has tried to help Vay catch criminals as "Agent Lynn," but hasn't been very successful. She has an admiration for Dusk (not a crush, though.)

Dawn: She's the smartest out of everyone in the Box, but feels that being the smartest is boring. So she often hangs out with Vay, Daisy, Dusk, or Eve. She has the feeling that there's someone missing, but doesn't really seem bothered. However, she knows Dusk had lost his memories and wishes he had them back. She used to wish that she had lost her memories so Dusk wouldn't have lost them, but she's moved past it and is willing to try to make new memories with Dusk.

Dusk (huge spoilers!): Dusk lost his memories when he was nearly ERASED PERMANENTLY from the Box. He has no recollection of the incident, and had no memory of who he was or who his friends were. Thankfully, everyone else helped Dusk remember who they were, and while they helped Dusk remember a little bit about who he was, there was one memory of Dusk's that simply vanished, as if it never happened. Only one person is aware of that memory. Dusk can also "see" someone, taking on the form of a monochromatic Sylveon with a scarf and broken glasses, but everyone else (except for one person,) thinks he's just Dusk's "imaginary friend."

Daisy: She likes to hang out with Vay! She has a crush on him, though she knows he's shy about it. She's very kind and pretty calm, though Blizz gets on her nerves. In fact, she doesn't like Blizz very much, mainly cause of his "I know everything" attitude, and also because he rudely turned her down when she admitted she liked him. Daisy feels she was better off without Blizz, and hangs out with Vay instead. She doesn't think Blizz is a good influence on Dusk.

Bolt: He's very confident in himself, and likes to pass that confidence on to others! He's very kind and uplifting! He has a crush on Dawn, but he's a little shy about it (Dawn likes him, too. =3) He feels bad that Flame always seems so quiet and distant, though.

(Sorry, no Polar Opposites Scull. I keep forgetting that Scull exists. XP)

Flame: Ever since the "incident" that Dusk was involved in, he's felt that someone is missing. He knows there was someone, a Sylveon, but he doesn't remember. However, he managed to get a strand of fur. He's tried to bring this Sylveon back through cloning, but failed. Many, many times. It even resulted in Flame accidentally cloning himself. Flame is the only one that takes Dusk's "imaginary friend" seriously. He's afraid of loud noises, and the dark.

Solar: Flame's clone created from the strand of Sylveon fur and was accidentally made with Flame's DNA as well. He usually stays in Flame's room with Flame himself, though he does occasionally walk around the Box. Due to being a clone of Flame, he can be easily mistaken for him. The only real difference between the two is that Solar has pink eyes (he also has a purple tongue, for some reason.)

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Oliver: Eve's "bodyguard" that Bllizz hired. Eve doesn't really need a bodyguard and can handle herself on her own, but she decided to be friends with Oliver anyways! Oliver is about 2 years older than Eve. He often plays Eve's secret agent game with her, with an "Agent Ollie" persona. Oliver doesn't like being confrontational and can get nervous easily. He has a bit of a crush on Dawn, but part of him knows it wouldn't work out (mainly cause he knows Dawn likes someone else, though, not because of their ages. Dawn's about a year or two older than Oliver, so I don't think it would be that much of a problem if they had gotten together.)

Very interesting.

Honestly all of the characters do sound pretty opposite, except Daisy honestly. Since Flame cloned himself, does that mean in this AU, Flame is smart as well? Cause how can he clone himself otherwise? Are Dawn and Blizz smarter than him?

Anyways.

AS THE ACTUAL NUMBER ONE BLIZZ SIMP, I FIND HIS PORTRAYAL TO BE EGREGIOUS CAUSE MY CUTE BABY BOY WOULD NEVER *I get kicked off stage*

[the-softest-love-is-ours]

F/O Headcanons: Pokemon Universe Edition!

(More will be added with time)

(Also, many of these are inspired from headcanons I’ve previously read, so you may recognize them. Unfortunately, most of these have been in my phone for a long time so I don’t remember some of the original sources; if you do though, please message me so I can give proper credits)

Aromatisse tend to make potpurri nests

Nessa and Raihan are cousins.

Leon does not know how to break open a safe or pick locks… Hop knows how to do both. In fact Hop has numerous skills that are also a little shady.

It’s hard keeping a Riolu at their beginning stage because they are very loving, loyal and friendly pokemon. Don’t give your kid a Riolu because you will be taking care of a Lucario.

Phantump can possess all kinds of tree stumps (fruit trees, redwoods, birch trees, etc.). This gives them some natural variation in appearance.

Kirlia will often "intern" under Gallade and Gardevoir in order to enhance their psychic abilities. Which one a Kirlia trains under is thought to influence its evolution if male.

Magikarp are popular among breeders because they have a good amount of variation and produce lots of eggs. You can get Magikarp/Gyarados in various colors and patterns because of this. This is also true among Rattata, but they’re less popular due to people considering them weak and boring.

Absol are known for being paranoid. They are extremely protective of their trainers and will try to prevent any negative thing from happening to them, even if that thing is "leaf blows into their face" or something equally mundane.

Sylveon and Umbreon get along surprisingly well because they're both stealth hunters.

One popular textile company uses a stylized Leavanny for their logo.

Modern Pokeballs create simulations for the Pokemon inside that make them feel like they're in a large environment. In addition to making the Pokeball feel extra comfortable, they also help keep the Pokemon enriched.

Eevee and their evolutions arguably have the cutest courtship rituals on the planet. They start off by showing interest with short yips and sniffing, studying each other. After that, play-fighting ensues. When that's done, the pair share tiny kisses on the cheek.

Umbreon can spray poison from their rings. They can poison themselves if they breathe it in accidentally due to not being poison-types, but the toxins are pretty mild.

Leavanny can fly, but only for very short distances and not very far off the ground.

A popular rumor states that the more powerful the Lucario the more black they have on their bodies, but there's nothing scientific to back up this claim.

There are some that believe that Fidough evolve faster when around fire-type Pokemon. This claim has yet to be scientifically backed, however.

Young Vulpix will actively try to get their trainers to "hold their paw for reassurance.

The Leavanny line becomes incredibly agitated if they don't have any materials to "sew" with, so make sure they have access to plenty of greenery.

Absol live in isolation out in the wild, only coming together to breed and take care of their pups.

Jolteon oddly prefer sparkling water. Many theorize that the breed generally prefer foods that cause ‘tingly’ sensations as it’s similar to the hum of electricity.

Legendary and guardian pokemon in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos are so rarely seen they are thought of as myths. Meanwhile the Tapu guardians in Alola have shown up in people's backyards to mess around with their sprinklers and lawn ornaments.

Luxray are used as police or medical Pokemon in Sinnoh due to their ability to see through objects and strong stature. They are good at finding and retrieving victims and people who need assistance. Along with that they can be trained to listen for heartbeats and give electricity in a way similar to an AED.

There is a superstition in Johto that if an Eevee jumps into a child's crib, the child is blessed. Often times for baby showers, the mother is gifted an Eevee egg for this very reason. When the kit hatches, it is left in the room with the baby. If the Eevee stays by the child's side, but outside the crib, the child is destined to be average and live a normal life. However, if the Eevee jumps inside the crib and sleeps next to the child, the child will be blessed with fortune, prosperity, and joy.

It's thought that having someone with a positive aura take care of Riolu eggs helps them to hatch faster.

Eevees tend to mimic the personality and habits of their trainers. If their trainer tends to be energetic, the Eevees will get a share of that energy too. If, on the other hand, the trainer tends to be more on the relaxed and a bit lazy side the Eevees will behave like that too.

Popplio are frequently used for public performances and other forms of entertainment. It works out nicely, as it serves as excellent enrichment for them

Swablu's soft, cotton-y down is a favorite filler for pillows, especially because they shed it often. Nowadays it's more common to find synthetic substitutes.

Eevee’s love to be groomed and accessorized, especially on their tail. They don't like baths though but they groom themselves well.

Hisuian Growlithe/Arcanine are still found in some volcanic regions, but they are incredibly rare and protected under law.

A group of Chingling/Chimecho are known as a gong.

While Vulpix and Ninetales have incredible fur, harming one is considered bad luck and, in some areas, sacrilegious.

[pokemonranch]

how would you care for a type: null? i came across an injured one the other day, it's currently in the pokecenter being treated while police try to find the owner, but i'm not sure the local shelter can care for it due to just how large it is compared to the regular first-form pokemon they're used to.

There isn't really much information 'bout Type:Null in general, mostly due to them being artificial and only "officially" made and used by Aether members; so they keep information about 'em as secret as possible.

Despite their looks, they've shown to be extremely loyal and bond deeply with trainers who treat them well (And, if you ask me, that's probably related to their creation process, but I have no proof of 'that), so it's theorized they may grow in power via their bond with a trainer, like an Eevee evolving into a Sylveon! And talking 'bout evolution, they are very good in battle, though most of 'em are not comfortable getting into battle unless it's their last option.

I'd recommend, if you were to take care of it, to try to give it some space to recover and lots of care, and probably try to get 'em some Persian toys to see if they'd be interested! But if you take it in, make sure you can take care of it long-term, friendship 'mons have an especially hard time getting used to new people after bonding with a trainer.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

If you could live in any video game, which one would it be and why?

pokemon. no competition whatsoever, just pokemon.

there are no drawbacks to living there. you get to have pokemon (!), it's similar to our world so you won't miss technology, healthcare is apparently free, the police are apparently there to do actual good, wars are long gone, there's, for the most part, global peace, they seem to have no crisis of anything (food, housing, economy, poverty), it's a HUGE world and we, as players, know most if not all of it (so we won't be out of our depth if you like, say, try to get out of the continent in botw or smth), just-

like yeah maybe i won't get any powers for myself, but i get to have a golett? an eevee? i get to travel around without worries for money at like age 11? the chance of anyone on the streed doing me any actual harm is .00001%? all you gotta worry about is the occasional team of weirdos trying to end the world (which is still, like, nobody targetting you in specific), but like-

look at our own world rn and tell me that's not like baby's first bully. plus, after the one or two events every region gets of some idiot trying to summon their local leviathans, they... no longer have any issues? like if i isekai'd into the world of pokemon right now, would all the plots have already taken place? if so, literally what could go wrong with going to live in, like, hoenn. team rocket doesn't even operate there afaik. and even IF you were to get isekai'd to before all the plot happens, that's still like- that's still getting solved anyway. and since money seems to be a non-issue, you could just peace out and then return to your preferred region.

so yeah,,

[deepestuniversallove]

Hey I literally logged in just to give you support. Don't listen to these idiots telling you that you're gross for loving Mewtwo.

Because if loving Mewtwo is gross then the entire monster-fucking community should also be shamed but they aren't hmmmmmm I wonder why.

The degenerates in this fandom are perfectly fine with Ash fucking Latias, and men fucking Gardevoir, Vaporeon, or whatever slutty monster girl bitch of the week, but nooo you self shipping with Mewtwo is apparently cONcERnING or whatever.

(I love how no one calls the Hatsune Miku guy names lol, do I smell double standards? )

But this doesn't surprise me because the Pokemon community is full of hypocrites and these are the same no - life losers who shit their pants because Ash isn't in the anime anymore, their parents truly failed in raising them.

Lord knows I faced enough trouble for loving Steven and that too, from an Eevee fucker.

Monika, sweetie you are doing nothing wrong, your love for Mewtwo is so innocent, sweet and pure. I think it's beautiful how helped you with depression and escape your narcissistic mother.

People on this site love to preach mental health support but the very minute you do something different yet harmless suddenly it's

"OH NO YOU DARE TO LOVE A "FICTIONAL CHARACTER"

Keep on giving them rectal bleeding and draw more of you and Mewtwo ;) I love to see it.

AHH thank you so much for this message!! 🥹 That is so sweet of you!

Yeah, I dunno why it has always been like this. Even 10 or even 20 years ago, I often got messages chastising me for selfshipping with Mewtwo, calling it "nasty" and "degenerate", when really, i am not doing it to specifically be a degenerate, but because I honestly love Mewtwo. In his story, he too had to fight against a narcissistic "parent" (Giovanni), just like I had to against my own. How can it be seen as a crime to want to believe? Or has it been wrong to say "Mewtwo, please teach me to be brave like you" in my mind during the hard times, especially back when I was a lonely child?

Haha, I doubt anyone could ever shame the monster fucker community out of what they are doing. Or the furry community for that matter. 🤣

There always seems to be some sort of underlying misogyny happening. Women are expected to get an IRL husband/boyfriend to serve as soon as possible, so seeing a woman openly rather selfship with a fictional character is threatening to them, because how dare a woman not be in the kitchen and make sandwiches for a man? How dare a woman prefer to be single when there is a "male crisis of loneliness" happening?

Then again, I don't think I owe society anything. Where was society when I was abused? Where was the help or the community when I needed them most? I was left to my own devices. When a fictional character like Mewtwo brings someone like me more hope than any IRL human, that's how I know we failed as a society. Even sicker is that other more destructive forms of coping mechanisms are more encouraged. Somehow selfshipping is seen as more evil by the "moral police" than dying from a drug overdose on the streets or having alcoholism.

Anyone who ever complains to me about "ruining Mewtwo" or whatever - no, you aren't "concerned", you are just using that word to camouflage that what you really want is control over me and what I put out there. And i can tell you it is futile. I haven't survived so far just for some snotty brats to tell me what i can or cannot do in MY online space. Don't like what I post? Tough titties, use the block button. No one is forcing you to look at my "cringe". My cringy stuff brings me joy and makes me happy, and I feel I deserve some happiness in this shitty world of ours. You do too, so just..go and have some fun yourself. Don't waste your only life on policing others.

So yeah, you are right, dagdasgoddess. I will keep giving people "rectal bleeding". 🤣 No one can stop me from loving Mewtwo, my guardian angel that even visits me in my dreams at night, and loves me even when I absolutely despise myself. He will always be a bastion of love for me, a symbol that life is worth living regardless of hardships.

[tea-for-you]

Adrien Agreste cannot run like Cat Noir. Still, it is thanks to Cat Noir’s countless treks across every rooftop of the central arrondissements that he finds his way home now. Hawkmoth and Mayura have left the Paris a war zone, its citizens either hiding or sleeping. The streets are empty but for one single, stupid teenage boy making his way in the opposite direction of where the battle ended. Adrien Agreste does not have Cat Noir’s stamina and he hasn’t slept at all tonight, but needs must. There is so very much wrong and so very little he can do to fix any of it, but there is one thing that only Adrien Agreste can do. So he runs himself winded and aching in the streets still eerily quiet in the early, early morning, praying with every heave of air that the police will at least leave Hawkmoth’s identity unnamed until there is an official charge brought against him, will at least have the discretion of not showing up at his door before that. And in this, if nothing else, the goddess of luck smiles upon him. The iron gates of the mansion are still closed, and he needs to do little more than round the corner to the old servant’s entrance and raise his phone with the chip. The silence of the house is familiar, but today, Adrien knows that it is because it is truly empty. There’s no Nathalie to burst through the doors, no father skulking around his office, and the staff wouldn’t come in before six thirty. Adrien doesn’t need to mind to keep his steps soft, doesn’t need to knock the door to beg for his father’s attention. It’s natural for a boy to open the doors to his father’s study, isn’t it? So Adrien does, but he picks up a sample of Italian silk on his way towards the looming Klimt pastiche of his mother. She’s probably in the mansion, somewhere, she’s got to be. But Adrien isn’t supposed to know that, and Adrien is too much of a coward to go looking for his mother’s undead and unburied corpse. What Adrien can do is the thing that he does know and that Cat Noir doesn’t – namely that his dad hides stuff behind the portrait.

[crystal-moon-101]

It's probably no surprise that I have more next gens beyond what I have already shown, so here I present the main cast of another next gen series I have cooking up in the background. Pokemon! Now, like most things I watch, a lot of this is influenced by a rewrite I have of the series in the background, so there are things that may not make sense to most, lol. Things like mixing the pokemon game characters into the anime series, and stuff like making Giovanni both Silver and Ash's father, not because I believe it to be real, but because I like the drama. But I hope you enjoy the main cast!

-Rachel Ketchum- The 13-year-old daughter of Ash and Serena. Rachel is a very sweet, kind and soft spoken girl, who sadly was born with many health complications. She gets easily sick, deals with nasty asthma, and overall has a weak body. It's not as bad as it once was when she was a baby, but she still has to deal with a lot of problems. But this has made her a very sympathetic person at heart, especially towards pokemon, having her father's natural love and appreciation for them.

Her starter pokemon was an Eevee gifted to her by uncle Gary on her 8th birthday party, much to Ash's dismay. Unlike her trainer, Eevee is bold, out there and always ready for a fight, being highly protective of Rachel. Eventually she evolves to become a Vaporeon, wanting to use her water powers in both combat, and to help Rachel when she can.

Rachel also has a younger brother called Percy, who is a little rascal, but adores his big sister. He may or may not have cried when she finally went on her first pokemon journey, leaving home to go to the region of Horae.

-Theo Oak- The 13-year-old son of Gary and Misty. Theo is a charming young boy who has a very buddy buddy relationship with people, and very expressive in himself. As a kid he was rather danger prone due to seeking out adventure everywhere, but has thankfully mellowed out a lot, even if he still enjoys the extreme side of life. With his father's side having a lot of pokemon knowledge, and mother's side of loving water pokemon, Theo is packed with information about water types, and shares Misty's love of them.

His starter pokemon was an Pichu gifted to him by uncle Ash, as revenge for Gary giving Rachel Eevee. As a Pichu, she had been so full of energy she was bouncing off the walls, but as she evolves into Pikachu and eventually Alolan Raichu, she calms down quite a bit and becomes more of a fun motherly pokemon, always eager to put an smile on people's faces. Having fun with her trainer at any chance they get.

-Sterling Kris- The 15-year-old son of Lyra and Silver. Sterling is the most mature out of the gang, and is very hard to phase, often calm and collected, which helps when dealing with a group like this. He mostly came on the pokemon journey to keep his cousin Rachel safe, but still enjoys what the trip offers him. He also has an odd quirk in that all his pokemon are female, and seems to have an easy time bonding with pokemon that are girls. People theories that he just has a pleasant aura around him that makes him feel safe for them.

His starter was a Togepi, having raised her from an egg that his father found during a police raid on illegal pokemon poaching. No matter how much she grows, even once she becomes a Togekiss, she is a diva of a pokemon, wanting to look her best and has a habit of taking anything that interests her, especially shiny things. But she is a sweet lady, often cuddly in nature and adores Sterling, being the vocal one for the both of them.

-Zee Gropius- The 14-year-old daughter of N and Hilda. Zee is kind spirit, having her father's ability to talk to pokemon, and is an outdoor girl at heart. Though she is a little ditzy and naive, having been a last minute addition to this traveling group of friends when N and Hilda feared she wouldn't do well alone. She has a lot of love to give, always wanting to make friends with people and pokemon, and always takes in everything around her.

Her starter was a Deino she found when he was just a baby, having lost his mother in the middle of the night, Zee hearing him cry in fear. Despite the reputation of this pokemon and it's evolutions, Deino is a chonky lovable big baby that always wants treats and snuggles. Even as he gets bigger and becomes a Hydreigon. Zee is his family, and he will never see it any other way.

[teecupangel]

Finally got around to seeing Detective Pikachu and now, in the middle of another movie (The Island of Cats), I kinda want to see Desmond in Ryme City. He has a bar and, eventually, a partner pokemon (plus more that he swears aren't his but since he saved one of their flock/pack, he is now One of Them) but he still thinks it's some Isu definitely went a little more mad than usual for evolution to end up with super-powered, sapient/sentient animals wandering around instead of the ones that he's used to.

It’s probably my love for Eevee but I like the idea of Desmond’s first pokemon to be Eevee. His Eevee won’t evolve, just a plain normal Eevee as if to symbolize Desmond’s own potential to be so many things.

(And, let’s be honest, if his Eevee was going to evolve, it would evolve to a Sylveon just because Desmond would definitely love his Eevee no matter what).

Also, his bar would be more of a chill relaxing bar (with the sign “No Jigglepuff Singing” right next to the piano although he has a Jigglypuff of his own whose singing he uses to deescalate ‘things’).

Detective Yoshida (and Harry) are regulars because Desmond gets all the good juicy rumors (thanks to his honed senses and his own brand of clientele).

And his employees are all the Pokemon he ‘adopted’ over the time he’s been in Ryme City. Some he helped out and followed him home. Others he ‘took’ from less… savory places.

He tries not to get in the middle of weird shit (he already has his fill share, thanks) but whenever he sees or hears something, he gives the tip to Detective Yoshida (if he believes the police could help) or to Harry if it’s a bit too… delicate.

Ngl, I kinda wanna give him a Cosmog that will later evolve to Solgaleo just so he could have a sun-themed Pokemon… you know… since he died because of the sun? XD

[theoscout]

Humans are the eevees of this universe. They are resistant to a lot of illnesses which would outright kill other sapient species, but these diseases have the effect of transforming them into various other things. These alternate forms are known as Carriers.

Once the potion that stopped werewolves from losing their minds in wolf form became publicly available and readily manufactured, some people began willingly turning into werewolves in order to be more efficient at their jobs, the most common jobs tending to involve heavy labour such as construction or delivery.

Werewolves don't necessarily transform on a full moon, instead they have monthly cycles which can occasionally be disrupted by illness or stress.

They use medication to stop themselves from going on murder rampages, and need to continuously take it. Preventing a werewolf from taking medication is considered a serious offense in this world's law.

Due to their life sensing abilities, a lot of doctors turn into vampires to better identify illnesses and cancers in their patients. There are also some in the police forces who use their lifesense to seek out criminals, although they are less common due to how vampires operate in darkness and need invitations to enter homes. Some scientists or historians turn themselves into vampires so they can continue to work.

Vampires don't burst into flame when in contact with sunlight- instead it accelerates their ageing and therefore they hate it. They get similarly affected by starlight and moonlight, but on a lower scale so it's somewhat safer for them.

Vampires age, just extremely slowly or quickly depending on the amount of star damage they have. The average lifespan of a vampire is largely reliant on their occupation and how much they may expose themselves to light. For this reason, scientists and archivists tend to be the longest lived occupational choices for vampires. In the modern age, this has extended to hackers.

Being too close to a large amount of pure, running water can also accelerate a vampire's ageing. But the water has to be a certain degree of pure, so in general seawater is safe for them to approach, but they still can't swim in it.

Zombies are another thing that can happen to humans, but the disease is largely regarded as a public threat. There are very little uses for them even though there is medication available that can help them maintain sapience, zombies tend to be slow and clumsy and they can't heal wounds. They also decay and fall apart as if suffering from leprosy. Humans tend to try and avoid becoming zombies as much as possible, although in the military sometimes soldiers are given a pill that can transform themselves into a sapient zombie if they ever find themselves in a scenario they are unlikely to survive.

Fortunately zombification is the easiest condition to cure. It is recommended that they are cured fast so the patient doesn't suffer permanent damage while in this state.

There's also other stuff such as selkies and merfolk, but those are more technology based. You have to constantly stay in contact with your skin to turn, and if you lose contact with it you stop. It's so easy to 'cure' it isn't even considered a condition.

[incoherent-screaming-100]

EEVEELUTION INCORRECT QUOTES 11- BACK TO NORMAL

Leafeon: Look at the buns on that guy! Vaporeon: lying on the floor, covered in hamburger buns Jolteon: This is the comedy police! The joke's too funny! Leafeon: I'm not going back to jail!

-FIVE MINUTES LATER-

Umbreon: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Glaceon: Fucking Eevee and Sylveon were trying to invoke one of the minor legendaries again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting. Umbreon: Dang, that sucks. By the way, I’ve figured out how to deter Leafeon from… doing Leafeon things. Espeon: How? Umbreon: Simple. Umbreon: We commit crimes against food. If you look to the left, you’ll see example A.

Leafeon: You disgust me. Flareon: eating a kitkat sideways I realize this and don’t care. Sylveon: Why are you two arguing about this? It’s just a kitkit. Leafeon: I don’t know how you have your foot in your mouth, your head up your ass, and your nose in my business. But here we are, you fucking wizard.

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. xi

Hello Travelers, before we begin I need to stress that this part of Our Angel of Brahma contains explicit violence. With that being said, consider this your warning for the following content: kidnapping (mentioned), assault, police brutality, interrogations, and some self-harm. I will be going back to add CW to previous parts and will update when those have been added in. If there are any warnings that you would like added to this part or any others do not hesitate to reach out in my ask box or DMs! Additionally: I am planning on transferring this series over to ao3 in the coming weeks. The google doc is starting to crash and that is my sign that this is no longer a self contained one shot au. It is a drabble. a nearly 19k long (and counting) drabble @ananxiousgenz @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @the-private-eye @demonic-panini

Calypso walks into her office. Coffee mug in one hand, and her comms in the other. She hadn't checked her emails yet and had only briefly skimmed the messages Frannie had sent her early in the morning. Most of which didn’t make much sense and had been sent five hours before she was awake, which was by her standards, five hours too early to be doing absolutely anything important. She booted up the computer and took a long sip of her coffee. Her comms rang and it was un-surprisingly Frannie. 

“Calypso Starr speaking–”

“Have you seen them yet?” 

“Frannie. Good morning to you too. I believe conversations start with hello.”

“Right– hello, did you see them yet?”

“See what?” She opens her email and smiles reading the subject line “RE: THE CASE OF THE MISSING ANGEL”. Rita was creative. Calypso would give her that. But she also seemed just as scatterbrained as Frannie did at times. They both knew their way around computers and comms. More than Calypso ever learned from her mom, so she was in no position to really judge either of them. If anything, they had every right to laugh in her face for not being able to do all the work on her own. Some shit journalist she was turning up to be. 

“The videos!” Frannie huffed and in the background, Calypso could make out the sound of a cabinet door opening and slamming shut. “Listen, I’m hanging up, and when you’re done with the videos and taking notes– and I mean all the videos, and all your notes– call me. Rita spent ninety-six hours trying to hunt all this down for you, kid. You better write the best damn article this side of the galaxy has ever seen! Because she ain’t helping you anymore after this, alright?” 

Calypso opens her mouth to argue but the call ends right then. She sets her comms on the desk in its designated spot next to her coffee mug and one of the glass swans. She isn’t a kid. She’s a grown adult just like Frannie. Frannie was however much, much older than her. And it wouldn’t be the first time that she’s let an older lady step all over her. 

Without anymore preamble, she takes a seat and opens the first video file. 

The video starts with a lone woman sitting at a table. The room is bare and poorly lit with no windows.  “State your name.” “Why should I? You already know who I am.” The woman’s dark hair falls out of her face revealing dark eyes and a few freckles. She glares at the camera. “And get that thing out of my face.” “No can do, now state your name.”  The woman huffs hanging her head low to the table. “Eve Bell.” “Full name.” “Eevee Bell.” She jerks her chin up and snarls, “Happy?”

Calypso pauses the video. This is Eevee Bell. Eevee the same night she was taken from her home.The same night she tucked Baird into bed and promised nothing bad would happen to her. Calypso flips open her journal thumbing through the pages until she finds her notes on the “Dad” recording. She reads back over them and flips to the next blank page. She rummages around her desk for a bit before finding a pen tucked into her newly acquired swan pen holder. She hits play on the video, and begins taking notes.

“Very,” a figure walks around the camera to stand behind Eevee. They’re dressed in a freshly pressed uniform. Their epaulets are black, with two embroidered stars in silver thread. A Constable of high rank. They place one hand on her shoulder and grip her chin with the other. “Now look directly at the camera, and tell them exactly what you did.” She clenches her jaw and tries to pull away. The Constable keeps her firmly pinned in place.  “Not gonna talk, huh.” “Over my dead body.” The Constable tsks and lets go of Eve’s face. Eevee, to her credit, rolls her shoulders as much as she could with her hands cuffed behind her back, and tilted her chin up higher. “You’ll hear me sing and squeal before I tell you anything you want.”  The Constable shakes their head and laughs, “We’ll see how you feel after today.” They exit out of frame and a heavy door can be heard opening. Eevee looks over and her eyes go wide as three other uniformed Constables walk into the room.  “Welcome to New Kinshasa, Eve.” The Constable says out of frame said. The video ends.

Calypso leans back in her seat. She glances down at her notes. Nothing. Blank. She puts her pen down and folds her hands over one another, leaning to rest her elbows on her desk. Her stomach does a strange thing, flipping up over on itself. The coffee is starting to kick in and give her heartburn. 

From her research and based on Baird’s recordings, the Constabulary does not treat its prisoners kindly. Their treatment is not as harsh as Aurinko Permanent Corrections. No, nothing could compare to Palomine Aurinko, and nothing will ever come close to Hoosegow. But there’s a good reason the Solar Planets consider the Guardian Angel System a war crime and New Kinshasa has been charged off and on for committing multiples since the Galactic Civil War ended. 

She grabs her comms and searches for anything she can find on the Constabulary on New Kinshasa and Brahma. She wasn’t expecting her quick galactic search to turn up anything. Just like everything else she’s been looking into privately, this too should have been a dead end. Instead, a tourism site hosted on a Saraswatan travelers guide comes up. 

One of the main attractions to vacationing to Saraswati it turns out, is visiting New Kinshasa. Vacation to Saraswati, and set time aside for a three days, two nights trip to see New Kinshasa. Shuttle over on day one, and see New Kinshasa day two. Get to meet Constables, shake hands with Sergeants, and rub elbows with Inspectors off duty at hotel bars. Take a tour down main street and stop by the Skydeck: Edge of New Kinshasa and peer down at Brahma from up high. 

The photos on the website are orderly and well lit. More than likely staged pieces of propaganda meant to make the average person forget about what happened to Brahma. If Calypso were anyone else even she’d believe it. But Baird’s recordings exist and Brahma has been suffering. Dark Matters can successfully scrub all records from the galaxy but they never stood a chance at stopping something from slipping through the cracks. 

One of the photos on the website catches her eye. A Constable in uniform, with epauluets on their shoulders embroidered in silver thread. Perfectly stitched planets with tilted rings. They’re shaking hands with a man with grey hair and a peculiar mustache. A gold brooch with blue jewels is pinned to his suit. His wide smile reaches his eyes. 

Calypso scrolls down to read the caption at the same time she reaches for her mug. She takes a long sip of her coffee. 

Superintendent Constable Bishop shaking hands with art collector, Osiris Cygnet. 

A “cygnet” is a word used to describe a baby swan. So named after the swan-shaped constellation, Cygnus, and -et indicates smallness. 

If Calypso were the average person, she shouldn’t know this. As she leans back in her desk chair and stares at the swan pen holder, Calypso is reminded that she is not the average person. As she stands now running through her apartment, digging through a cardboard box for a gold swan brooch with sapphire eyes, she has not been the average person since childhood. 

The storage unit came from a deceased art collector. He had an affinity for collecting crystal swans and counterfeit paintings. She sold most of the glass swans back to collectors on Earth while on her visit to her mother’s grave. She held on to the pen holder as a memento and sought out a pawn shop to trade in the brooch when the shop owner said she ought to keep it, “you don’t find jewels like that out there anymore.” Or whatever that meant. 

“Shit shit shit shit–” she finds the brooch and races back to her office clutching it tight. Sure enough, it’s a good match. 

Osiris Cygnet, art collector that vacationed sometime within the last ten years to Saraswati and took a shuttle trip to New Kinshasa. Just how the fuck did he get ahold of Baird’s recordings?

Superintendent Constable Bishop, Eve’s prison guard, and most likely, her future executioner. And he was promoted. At some point in the last twenty years, he was promoted. Multiple times. 

The pin back on the brooch digs into her palm. Calypso clenches her teeth. She should let go before the wound is too deep and forms an ugly gash. She reaches with her free hand and hits play on the next video.

Eevee sits on the stone floor of a prison cell. She stares pointedly at the door. Occasionally her eyes flick up to the camera. Its hard to tell, but her face looks puffy. Her arms have bruises running from her elbows all the way down to her wrists. There are red marks on both wrists from wearing handcuffs. She pulls her knees up to her chest letting out a long groan of pain. The camera zooms in. It is just near inaudible, but the camera's microphone picks up her quiet voice.  I hear your tune,  like a songbird at noon. What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. Eve looks like she would curl tighter around herself if it were possible. Shrink into nothing. Make herself as small as a mote of dust.  Like chimes in the wind, we were destined. A full-body shudder wracks through her.  Birdie, I’m not comin’ home, I'm sorry to leave you all alone. A figure approaches the cell. They’re not in uniform but the way they approach Eve’s cell is not without confidence.  “It’s a good song.” Eve jumps with tears in her eyes as she blinks at the person in front of her. “Hey baby, I came to bust you out.” The figure shoves their hands in their pockets.  “Cyrus…” Eve slowly gets to her feet and crosses over to the bars of her cell. She holds a hand out. Cyrus takes it carefully, pressing his lips to her knuckles. She is nearly breathless as she asks, “What are you doing here?” “Like I said: busting you out.”  “I–” Eve shakes her head. “No, you can’t. What about Iris? What about Baird? They need you more than I do right now! How'd you even get in here anyways?” Cyrus shrugs and pulls a key card out from his pocket. “Snuck onto a shuttle, knocked out a Constable, stole their key card? C'mon, Eve, it's not that hard.”  “Not that hard– Cyrus! That's a death sentence! If you get caught–” “I won't get caught, alright? Peter Nureyev”– Eve flinches– “scared them shitless. They’re scrambling right now and too disorganized to notice me.” She's quiet, staring at their hands. “How long has it been already?” “Day five of the Warden Strike, second day without you. Camilla was the one who reached out to. Everyone else apparently was too afraid to, and the other Wardens are losing steam without someone to keep their morale up and minds motivated.”  “And what about Baird? And Iris? You left them alone to try and rescue me? Cyrus, I'm a prisoner, not a princess in a tower.” Cyrus clicks his tongue. “Iris has been alone for a long time, they’ll be fine. And Baird isn’t alone, the Spade’s are taking care of him.” He plays thoughtlessly with her fingers. “You and I only have each other though. I promised your parents I’d look out for you, and I intend to keep that promise, til’ death do us part and all that.”  Eve jerks her hand away to grip one of the bars. “Cyrus, look at me.” He lifts his head and flinches in response only slightly. “I came here willingly. And I’m not going to make it out of here alive. Eber and Camilla can barely afford to take care of themselves and Charlie. And Iris lost their family like you and I did. You and I both know what it's like to lose your parents. I don't want Baird to experience the same thing.”  Cyrus shakes his head. “Eve you're thinking this all backwards. I'm the one that dragged you into this, let me take your place and get you out of it.” The video ends. 

Calypso drops the brooch on her desk to run her hands through her hair. She tugs on the ends of her short bob. 

Eevee pushed Cyrus away because he wanted revolution. And he got it. He got a revolution and it took everything from Baird. 

These are real people. Not just voice recordings or a bedtime story a mother made up to soothe her distressed child. Baird, Eeve, Cyrus, and Iris. A real family. Charlie, Eber, and Camilla and their daughter, Evelyn. A spare family. Josie and the twins. Hank and Mrs. Darius. The Rats. Brahma was full of life. And it still is. Peter Nureyev is a legend to these people. Even if it turns out the name was fake, he was just as real as any of them. 

And despite all their hardships, Cyrus still married Eevee and then Iris. Josie still went on to have twins. Camilla and Eber brought a daughter into the galaxy. Charlie chose to go down singing. Cyrus went out singing. Eve echoed a song. And Baird kept his head high and trilled for their memory. 

The recordings from the comms were real. Are real. Calypso knows this. She doesn't have any faces to put to any names except now for Eve and a rough idea for Cyrus. They were alive. 

Calypso hesitates to start the next video. She's seen more than enough already. More than plenty. There are still two videos left. She already knows how this ends. Eevee Bell walked out of her apartment in the middle of the night so her son wouldn’t have to wake up screaming and watch her be dragged out the front door. She did everything in her power to safeguard him from a War she never wanted to bring home in the first place. And what did it get her? What good did it do when two years later Baird watched what happened to his father anyways? What good did any of it do when they broadcasted Charlie’s execution? 

Taking a deep breath, she hits play. 

“Songbird,” Constable Bishop stands in front of Eve's cell. They keep one hand on their blaster. Eve tucks her chin down while pulling away from the bars. “Tired of singing? That's a pity. You know, a few hours ago, I was alerted that someone came to pay you a visit. I had the cameras checked and we put the facility in lockdown. You'll never believe what we found trying to fly the coop.”  Two Constables drag a man into frame. It's Cyrus. Eve stands in place, her face drained of all its color. Cyrus tilts his head up. The two Constables flanking his side force him to stand, hoisting him up by his underarms. His hands remain pinned behind his back. .  “I wouldn't be all smiley right now if I were in your shoes, Desrosiers.” Constable Bishop pulls their blaster from its holster. They click the safety off and point it directly at Cyrus. “Now then, here's how this is going to play out. Ms. Bell, you're going to admit that you organized the Warden strike, you're going to take the fall and you're going to accept the consequences.” “And if she doesn't?” The Constables holding Cyrus pull on his arms. He hisses through his teeth.   “If she doesn't, then we'll blame you both. And then, with you both out of the way, we'll hunt down that Little Birdie of yours, pluck him from the nest, and make him sing us songs about how beautiful it is to be saved by New Kinshasa–”  “I did it.” Eve crosses her cell and reaches out as far as she can to grab the Constable Bishop’s uniform. Her fingers just barely reach their elbow. “I organized the strike. It was all my idea to begin with. I knew it was risky and stupid but I did it anyways. I poisoned the watering hole–” “Eevee–” “And Cyrus had nothing to do with it. Joining the revolutionaries and inciting the Dome Wardens was all me. Let him go. Blame me for everything, say that I'm the Revolutionary's mother while you’re at it and publicly execute me. Tear me limb from limb– just let Cyrus go and leave my son out of this.”  Constable Bishop holds her gaze. He lowers his blaster and gives her a curt nod, “I wasn't going to go that far, but if that's how you feel, well…” He put his blaster away. “I’m pleased you came around, Ms. Bell.” He turns to the other two Constables and motions for them to leave. “Escort the Pest off of New Kinshasa.” They grab hold of Cyrus’ jaw and force him to look up. “And if we ever catch you sneaking up here again, you’ll be publicly executed.” Eevee looks away as they drag Cyrus out of frame. His voice comes as a muffled shout that grows quieter and quieter.  “Don’t look so down Ms. Bell. You made the right choice. New Kinshasa thanks you for your candor.” The video ends. 

She lied. Eevee lied to Constable Bishop. Even if half of what she said did hold some truth to it, there were still lies she sprinkled in that they believed. At least they chose to believe them. And choosing to believe in something only grants it more power. It warps reality, and makes it more real. 

Baird’s first recording that Calypso heard echoes in the back of her mind. Some say that the legend isn’t true. Some say that Eevee Bell set the Dome Wardens on strike. At least one person believes that she is Peter Nureyev’s mother. 

Baird and Iris did not know everything. For whatever Cyrus was caught for finally, Constable Bishop made good on their promise and did eventually come back for him. They did not however publicly execute him. 

They got Charlie instead. 

With only one video left, Calypso hits play. She’s only slightly surprised to see Cyrus in a similar interrogation room to the one Eevee was in in the first video.

“There will be a free Brahma. There will be a free Brahma. Brahma will be–” “Do you ever, shut up!” Constable Bishop slams their fist against the table in front of Cyrus. His epauluets are different, now instead of two stars theres three. Cyrus winces clenching his jaw, but doesn’t draw away. “No wonder you got a divorce, I’d get one too if I was stuck married to you.” “Charmed, though I don’t find you pretty enough to marry… maybe if you lost the scrappy beard–” “Enough!” Constable Bishop drags a hand down their face, scratches at their stubble, and stares down at Cyrus. “All you have to do, is look at the camera,” they point to the one currently rolling, “and say exactly what you did.” “And then what? You’ll let me go scot free? You’ve already beat black and blue, I think I felt a tooth or two dislodge from my mouth. You willing to pay for my dentist bill?” “There are no dentist left on Brahma.” Constable Bishop circles around Cyrus and stands behind him. They grip his left shoulder, and guide his face up towards the camera with their other hand. “Now go on, tell them exactly who you are, and what you did.” Cyrus’ eyes are a muted green. His face is long and skin a darker shade of brown than Eevees’. He takes a deep, calming breath, and flashes a quick smile revealing a dimple on his left cheek.  “My name is Peter Nureyev, and I am going to bring down New Kinshasa.” Constable Bishop lets go of Cyrus to whip out their blaster. They crack the blunt end against the back of his head. Constable Bishop’s hand and blaster come away slightly bloodied, and the shout Cyrus lets out echoes in the small room.  “Think you’re so smart, huh? Try again.” “Cyrus Desrosiers-Bell, and when I get out of here,” Cyrus strains against his restraints baring his teeth in a sharp, sadistic grin, “I’m going to rip your fucking throat out!”  Constable Bishop clicks the safety off their blaster. They press it to the side of Cyrus’ head. “Go on, keep talking. We don’t need you alive, you serve no greater purpose to your revolution. You get caught in New Kinshasa once and I let you go, shame on you. You get caught sneaking around New Kinshasa a second time and get far enough back home just outside your front door, shame on me.” Bishop tsks rechecking their blaster. “One jolt. That’s all you need.” “Well go on then,” Cyrus lifts his chin. His brows squish together. A small gasp escapes his lips. “You don’t scare me. Not the first time you’ve pressed that thing to my head.”  After a moment, a comms goes off. The Constable checks it with a quick glance and relaxes. “You’re right,” they draw their blaster away from Cyrus but do not click the safety back in place. “I don't scare you enough. But she probably will.” A question forms on Cyrus’ lips but dies just as quickly as the interrogation room doors whirls open and close. Heavy bootsteps cross the room. A small shadow falls over Cyrus. His eyes go wide.  “Eve, my angel…” Cyrus shakes his head, tearing his gaze away. He grits his teeth. “No. You killed her.”  “Did we though? Constable,” the Bishop turns to the new arrival. They pass their blaster off to them. The new arrival walks into frame to accept the blaster. Standing beside Constable Bishop, is none other than Eevee Bell. The same dark hair, dark eyes, and constellation of freckles. A collar of some sort clasps snuggly around her neck.  It is as if the soul that bubbled to life inside of her has been snuffed out. This may look like Eevee Bell, it may move like Eevee Bell, but it is not her. Not anymore. No song whistles from her lips as she levels the blaster pressing back against Cyrus’ head.  “Eevee, baby,” the Constable places her finger over the trigger.  “Now then, any last words, Desroisers-Bell?” Cyrus licks his lips and stares into the camera. “My angel, my angel. Set me free.” The Constable pulls the trigger. Her arm absorbs the recoil as Cyrus’ body seizes and–

Calypso closes out of the video and turns away. She presses her head between her legs gasping for lungfuls of air. 

Rita spent ninety-two hours digging through Goddess knows what just to dig up this. The tumbling feeling in her stomach returns full force. Combined a racing heart and the rising bile in her throat, Calypso isn’t so sure anymore if she wants to call Frannie back. Maybe she ought to reach back out to Mister Mercury and try creative writing again. Maybe she ought to quit writing and journalism altogether, shuttle home to Venus, find a nice well off spouse, pop out another fucked up kid like her and her mother, and pat herself on the back for not dying to cancer or radiation poisoning or whatever. It might also do her a whole lot of good to find a therapist. At least looking for one wouldn’t kill her.

She waits until her heart has stopped racing and stomach settled back into place. Her pen feels like it’s barely there as she scratches down quick notes:

Eve gave the constable’s idea for public execution, thus Charlie. 

Cyrus Desrosiers-Bell. He took Eevee’s last name? And then kept it after marrying Iris?

Cyrus was beat and taken away because he snuck on to New Kinshasa– twice. First time to try and save Eve (failed to) and second time for unknown reason (caught and tracked down). Could this be why/how Talia’s book club found a way to New Kinshasa?

Don’t know what song Cyrus sang as he was dragged away from Iris. Possibly some version of Charlie’s Lament? 

How does Osiris Cygnet connect to all this?

What was the collar around Eve’s neck?

Constable Bishop’s promotions: have something to do with what happened to Eve? With what he did to Cyrus? (SIDE NOTE: I pray to my Goddess that whatever the hell happened to Eve, they did not do to Cyrus.)

… I pray that whatever they did to Eve, they did not improve and inflict upon Charlie. 

She puts her pen back in the swan holder and examines the puncture wound in her palm. The injury is small, not a gash like she thought it might be. A bandage and anti-spetic and Calypso will be right as rain. Peachier than an Earthen Sunday morning. 

“I need to find a hobby.” Calypso glances at the swan holder. Perhaps– no. Absolutely not. 

She dresses her injury and calls Frannie back despite every part of her howling not to. Her coffee has long since gone cold. Normally this woudln’t be a problem. Just drop a few ice cubes in and presto. Or reheat the whole mug and presto. Today is one of those rare days where neither is an appealing option and the last of her six hundred cred coffee goes down the drain. Finally her call connects with Frannie.

“You finished the videos?”

“Frannie.”

“Right, hello. You finished the videos.” It’s not even a question anymore. Calypso hums turning away from her sink to lean her lower back against it. Slowly she lowers herself to the floor. “I’ll take that as a yes, okay! I asked Rita about Peter Nureyev like you wanted me to. And she turned back around within a day to tell me that there was nothing she could find about the man. He doesn’t exist. Just another legend.”

Calypso scoffs, “Well that’s impossible, I just saw the videos. Eve and Cyrus both mention him by name. Baird mentions him in his recordings by name. Camilla mentions him by name at some point. He has to be real.”

“Well I don’t know what to tell you, kid, but if Rita can’t find him, no one can. It’s impossible to find something or someone who doesn’t exist.”

“Or maybe he disappeared.”

Frannie hums, “Sure, maybe that. Look, kid,” Calypso bites her tongue, “I wanted to talk with you about asking for help. Remember how I said you won’t be asking Rita for anymore favors?”

“Yeah, yeah actually– Frannie what was that about?”

“Kid,” Calypso does not retain her inward groan, “Rita is a really good friend of mine. Me and her go way back to when we were just little ladies getting our noses dirty and toeses wet with cybersecurity. She went down the HCPD path, I went down a freelance one. 

“My point though is that me and her aren’t the same little ladies we used to be anymore. We’re little old ladies now. And us little old ladies need our rest and relaxation. When Rita starts something she doesn’t know when to take a break. She puts her whole body into it.”

“Don’t you mean mind?”

“No, body. Rita has been sacrificing her own health for the better part of three decades now trying to help her Boss. He’s a prick at best and an asshole at his worst. He’s taken her for granted a lot.” Well, maybe she should find a better Boss, goes unsaid. “Their relationship is better now, but I’m not going to let another kid like you come and drag her around the whole galaxy.”

“For fucks sake Frannie– my name is Calypso! I’m not your damn kid!” Calypso pants. The swooping feeling returns. “I’m not you’re damn kid, I haven’t been anyone’s damn kid in over ten years, so stop calling me a fucking child! If you don’t want me talking to Ms. Rita anymore fine. I get it. You don’t wanna hear about my requests to her that’s fine. I’ll cut you out of it and–”

“Calyspo Starr.” Her jaw clamps shut narrowly avoiding biting her tongue. “If you reach out to Rita after today, I will cease to help you myself. You can take your little comms and find someone else willing to help you for free. All I’m asking, Ms. Starr, is that you don’t involve Rita any further. Have I made myself clear, Ms. Starr?”

Ms. Starr, I’m sorry but there’s nothing more we can do for your mother. Your next decisions are going to shape how the end of her life are going to be. Have you got a will lined up already?

Ms. Starr, I can’t accept your solo proposal. Everyone else found partners for this project at the start of the year. Maybe you can join a group and be their editor? 

Ms. Starr, that will be a demerit for you. Let’s find you something more suitable in the lost and found. You wouldn’t want to mistaken for a ruffian, do you?

“Crystal.” Calypso ends the call before Frannie can respond. She calls back. Calypso decline the call and throws her comms across the kitchen. She watches as it skitters along the tile. 

Alone. Shit writer. Parentless. Jobless. Flying by the seat of her pants and overpriced coffee grounds. She was never cut out to be a journalist. Maybe she ought to go off and find a cold ditch to lie down in. Or a warm ditch. Whichever she stumbles across first. 

Just who is Calypso Starr? Who the hell does she think she is anyways? And what gave her the idea that any of this meant something to someone in the first place?

I choose to believe… 

Calypso takes a deep breath and starts counting back from ten. 

I choose to believe… 

As she slowly exhales, true clarity rings through her mind. Baird chose to believe. And it doesn’t matter how, his recordings made it off-planet. And if not Calypso Starr to tell his story, to transcribe every last detail she can capture, then who else? Who else does that leave? 

Calypso Starr, the rebel who didn’t wear the right uniform. The orphaned university student who scrapped by without any friends. And now, a Solar based, historical freelance journalist. Scratch that from the record: Galactic, historical freelance journalist. She’s worn half a dozen different hats over the years, but one thing has remained consistent: a Starr burns brightest before they go out. And if Baird Bell and Brahma are the undoing of her, then there’s nothing to be done about it. She’ll get to the end of the recordings and uncover the truth one or another. With or without Frannie’s help.

[scruffyssketchbook]

Y'all sure you aren't the minority about Nego instead? Nego is such a neet concept that just has barely been explored...

Even if it was poorly implemented, to me it feels like Vay being a single father behind closed doors was really his only excuse in he's had things go so bad in the Ice Drops side of things.

Wanting to be lazy is one thing, but being able to be harassed so much while in a position of power is such a slip up.

I would've accepted if it was his trauma if it weren't for the fact that all the other eeveelutions except Dawn have the same trauma...

Even then Dusk also has a double life and still is in better shape then Vay...

Sorry, getting sidetracked here, how did the one member of the cast that is openly serious turn out to be such general failure?

The only other one that's ever tuckered out from their leadership is Bolt, everyone else seems to be be able to fit in goofing off to their routine while still holding a quarter decent hold on their factions.

From what I've seen? Nego's removal is the minority opinion, and yes. I do agree that Nego would have been a very good concept if implemented correctly. (But he wasn't, sadly. Far from it). Even in the changes I'm making, Nego's implementation would be genuinely so interesting for Vay as a character, especially as like- he'll age normally and could be more intergraded to the story as an actual character and not just a plot device for drama. (actually ngl that sounds exciting, BUT ANYWAYS.) It would have been a great reason for why Icedrop is in such bad shape- if Vay actually cared to do anything for the Icedrop eevees.

In general, Vay is a failure as a leader because he sees the Icedrop eevees as not worth his time or help. Him taking care of Nego with no help did cause a lot of issues too, but it was mostly because Vay thinks the icedrop eevees are awful and that they don't deserve his help that the Icedrop situation became so bad. Vay spends all his time punishing these eevees for their wrongdoings in his cop job, instead of acting like a leader and helping them. When Vay says "He does his job" he does not mean his leadership, he means his police job.

And honestly that's just sad.

[bertosenn]

Pokémon Gold 2 & Silver 2 ideas

Note that these are just ideas and not a leak.

This sequel takes place 6 years after the events of GSC/HGSS;

New player characters (maybe with Japanese names even in the English version);

New Ho-oh and Lugia forms;

After Team Rocket's disband, a new evil team arises, one more like the early villain teams (obviously evil). This one is willing to mess with the timeline. It may cause new paradox pokémon to appear;

The player will meet with a trio of characters working for a time travel police, composed by Looker and two mysterious people, a young woman with cyan/teal hair that is later revealed to be Kris from a deleted timeline and an old man with graying red hair that is later revealed to be Silver (with his gen 2 hairstyle) from another deleted timeline. Both Kris and Silver are somewhat like Ingo in Legends and Anabel in gen 7, where they lost part of their memories. The two also wear sunglasses to hide their eye art style (which is different from the rest of modern game characters, similar to the original Sugimori style);

A dragon type eeveelution is revealed (It's the Year of the Dragon after all). Old legends from the Dragon Clan talked about it but was believed to not be real until, for still unknown reasons, the Eevee of a kimono girl evolved into it. This girl would be a relevant character. In the later part of the game it's discovered what caused the evolution and you'll have access to it.