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[mochroialainn]

History of Man

Title: History of Man Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Characters: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader, Silena Beauregard x Sister!Reader Plot: 'she begs him, he says he doesn't understand, she love him more than anyone ever has in the history (history), the history of man…so you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have it's the history, the history of man' - history of man, masie peters - [name] loved luke with all her heart, he was everything to her and then he left and took her heart with him Themes: angst, hurt no comfort: Warnings: this is just angst with no comfort, i'm sorry (not really) , nightmares, mentions of fire and people burning, mentions of screaming Word count: 3,275 Notes: i'm sorry I disappeared,I've been here lurking but was experience severe autristic burn out because of changes in work and some bad news but I'm back and will hopefully be writing more. also bonus points to whoever picks up on the secret reference in this fic, which is especially heart breaking if you have read the books. Also, I know Lacy doesn't come into the series until HOO but I love her and needed a little sister character.

The early morning sun rises over Camp Half-Blood, showering the camp in a beautiful glow of red and oranges and bringing with it the warmth and promise of a new day. A new day of joy and fun for the campers, of bustling cabins and a day full of activities, but for [name] it brought a new day of pain and of heartache. 

She watches the sunrise on the steps of her cabin, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could hold the broken pieces of her heart together by sheer force of will alone. The tears that had fallen earlier in the night had long since dried on her cheeks which were tinted red from the cold of the night. [Name] couldn’t remember when she had come out to stare at the stars, she didn’t know how long she had been sitting there in the cold, the blanket she had originally wrapped around her long forgotten and puddled at her back. 

To be fair, she couldn’t remember most of the past two weeks, her mind and body lost to the memories and the heartache. Her emotions a constant battle of hatred and love for Luke Castellan, she knew she should hate him. That she should despise him 

But she couldn’t, she couldn’t separate the sweet, considerate, kind Luke who had taken her under his wing, who showed her how to wield a sword to the point that she could now hold her own against a good chunk of the Ares cabin always reminding her after she was claimed that Aphrodite wasn’t just a Goddess of beauty and love but she was also Aphrodite Areia, a war Goddess in Sparta and Taras and Aphoride Urania in Kythira. He reminded her that she could be both beautiful and bold, sweet and strong. That there was strength within her even when she felt like there wasn’t. 

She couldn’t separate that Luke from the one that had revealed himself as a traitor, the one who had used a child for a means to an end despite the risk to his life. The one who had stood in front of her and told her he loved her and then proceeded to rip her heart to shreds in the same sentence. 

A warm hand on [name]’s shoulder jolts her from her reverie and as she looked up she meets the bleary blue eyes of her favourite sister Silena who gave her a sad smile before reaching and wrapping the blanked around her shoulders again. 

“Gods [name], you’re freezing.” Silena’s voice is soft and warm, like a sweet honey tea as she speaks. She’s quiet, not wanting to wake the rest of the cabin. She sits beside [name] and places a gentle hand on her knee, rubbing gentle and comforting circles against the soft pyjama bottoms that [name] wore adding just enough pressure that it can be felt through the fabric. 

Silena and [name] were always close, the two girls arrived only a few weeks apart and their bunks were right beside each other in the cabin. The two spent many nights huddled together on one of their beds gossiping and practicing their make-up skills and as they got older they spoke about their crushes, Silena revealing her feelings for Charlie Beckendorf from the Hephasteaus cabin and [name] revealing her feelings for Luke. She still remembered the words Silena spoke the night she revealed her crush, ‘be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to survive’. Gods how she wished she had listened to her now. 

Silena had been her rock the past two weeks, finding her after Luke left and holding her as cried into the night, praying with her almost every night to Aphrodite to make the pain go away and asking why she would allow her daughter to fall in love simply to have her heart ripped out, covering for her in camp activities on the days she couldn’t get out of bed, and reminding her of all the light that was left in her life despite the dark cloud that had shrouded her recently. She was there the night Luke left, her hand carding through [name]’s hair as she threw up from crying so much, whispering re-assuring words in ear and trying to comfort her. 

Silena’s voice broke through the silence surrounding them, “Nightmares again?” [Name] nodded, tucking her chin into her chest, turning it slightly to meet her sisters gaze. The nightmares had started the night after Luke left, she hadn’t slept the night before instead she spent the night crying, wrapped up in Silena’s arm as she read her one of her trashy romance books. It was always the same thing, the argument with Luke.

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Luke paced back and forth, his footsteps were so heavy and he had been doing it so long that he was leaving treadmarks on the grounds, He was anxious, he hand curling in his hair as he muttered to himself a practiced speech to try and ger [name] on his side and to go with him. He had been pracisiting it for days, ever since Percy, Annabeth and Grover left for their quest because he knew that when they came back there was only one way for it to end. 

“Luke!” [Name]’s voice cut through his thoughts, she sounded panicked and confused and the same was written on her face as Luke turned to face her. Her eyebrows were scrunched up and her lips were cornered down in a frown, and fuck Luke thought she still looked beautiful in the dim moonlight and starlight that was filtering through the canopy of trees. 

Luke had asked her to meet him at their spot, a little secret section in the vast forest that was spread throughout the campt. Luke had found it in his first year here, it was his escape from the chaos of the Hermes cabin when he first arrived. Going from a young person on the run with only two friends and only his mother as family to a cabin through of brothers and unclaimed kids was a massive adjustment and one it took him a while to get used to. So, when things go overwhelming he would come to this spot and sit, sometimes he’d practice his sword skills, evident by the slash marks in the trees surrounding the area, other times he would sleep because it was the only place he could sleep. 

When he started pursuing [name] romantically, he took her to his little slice of tranquility in the chaos of Camp Half-Blood. It was where he first kissed her and where he first told her he loved her. They had spent so many hours here just talking and holding each other that it became a sacred space just for their love and Luke would have sworn it was blessed by Aphrodite herself from how he felt when he was there [Name]. As if the space itself was meant just for their love to blossom and bloom. 

“[Name]” Luke wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest and burying his face in her neck taking her the scent of her bodywash mixed with the smell of the bonfire that lingered on her skin. His grip was tight, almost bruising as if she would disappear into smoke if he let her go. There was 2 ways this was going to end and Luke didn’t know if he could face the worst one, he had already lost Percy and Annabeth earlier that tonight when the confronted him about the master bolt, he didn’t want to lose her either.

“Luke, what's going on?” [Name]’s voice was soft and quiet, the only reason Luke heard it above the crickets was because his head was still buried in her neck. Reluctantly, Luke pulled back from her but his hand moved to rest gently against her waist, his hand slipping underneath her Camp Half-Blood shirt and rubbing gently against her skin. 

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Luke stepped back from her, taking the sword on his hip out of its sheath, [named] looked at him confused. The blade looked strange, darker than the usual celestial bronze the demi-gods used. She didn’t recognise it and a deep unsettling feeling formed in the deepest pit of her stomach. 

“Luke, what is that?” Concern now laced her voice instead of confusion and Luke’s eyes flashed down to the blade and back up to [name]’s. “It was a gift”

“A gift? A gift from who?” 

“Kronos.” The name struck fear in [name], it was like ice was being poured over her skin, goosebumps running down her arms and legs and shivers like lightning running down her spine. She stepped back from Luke, who’s eyes widened and his lips turned down. 

“K-Kronos? Luke, what are you talking about?”

[Name]’s arms reached her her hairpin, it was a gift from her mother that Chrion gave her when she turned 13 to be gifted to a child that showed promise in sword fighting it was a relic fromher time as the Areia and Urania and it was enchanted to turn into a sword. [Name] knew she had no chance in a sword fight against Luke but she would be able to hold him off long enough to call for help, not that she wanted to fight Luke. She couldn’t imagine anything she wanted to do less, she could already feel her heart ripping in two from the confession. 

She had been filled in, word moved fast in the camp especially with the Aphrodie and Apollo campers spreading every little bit of gossip like wildlife, someone had stolen the master bolt as a plan to bring Kronos back and to start a divine war. It had been a half-blood at the last solstice and suddenly things started to click into place. Luke was never too far from her with a hand on her waist or holding hand, at the very least he always had a finger linked with hers but during the solstice he disappeared. She thought he had just gone with the rest of the Hermes cabin to see their dad, despite how much she knew he disliked him but now it was obvious. He was the lightning thief. He had set up this whole thing and put Percy, Annabeth and Grover at risk. 

As everything clicked for her, her heart pounded in her chest and it was so strong she thought it would tear right out of her chest. Anxiety spiked inside her, nausea rolling through her stomach and bile rising in her throat. But she pushed it down, pulling her pin out and gripping the hilt of her sword as it transformed with a white knuckle grip. 

“You’re the lightning thief.” Taking another step back, [name] took a defensive stance and Luke’s eyes widened as he raised his hands in front of him, a motion indicating he wasn’t going to attack. 

“[Name], let me explain.” His voice was frantic, the words tumbling out quickly as his brain raced, out of all the scenarios he had come up with for how this would go, his girlfriend pulling a sword on him was not one he considered. “The God’s don’t care about us.”

He took his sword and swiped it in the air, a shimmer shadow ripping open the air as if it was a portal, “Look at what happened to my mom, Hermes could have stopped him but he didn’t and look at all the unclaimed, at how many there are. What kind of parent does that? Just abandons their kids without a second thought to what would happen to them when they came off age and monsters start coming after them”

[Name] shook her head, “You know the God’s can’t interfer with our lives. Its forbidden by the fates.” 

Anger washed over Lukes features, the calm and collected facade dropping as he shouts, “That means nothing! Do you know how many times I nearly died before I got to camp? How many monsters I had to fight? If Hermes loved me he would have kept me safe, he would have told me my fate when I asked! Imagine how many demi-gods have died not knowing what they are because the monsters got to them before they could get to camp, how many we lost” 

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the curls gently and frustration, “And what about Thalia? Her own father wouldn’t even saver her, instead he turned her into a fucking tree as if that was the only solution” 

“But Luke, Kronos is not the answer.”

Luke let out an angry growl and takes a step toward [name], who in turn took a step back.

“Have you even thought about what would happen if Kronos came back? It would be an all out war between the Olympians and the titans, last time there was a war on Olympus it triggered World War 2!” 

She let’s out an exasperated sighed and lowers her sword slightly, “How many lives will be lost then? Mortal and demi-god? Of many of us will have to die for Kronos to rise to power?”

Luke takes another step forward, “Thatt’s why I want you with me.” His hands reached out, pleadingly, his sword lowering toward the ground to show he wasn’t going to hurt her. “If you’re with me, I can protect you and when Kronos wins I will have you by myside as my Queen. I love you and I want you by myside when we win.”

[Name] shook her head and tears started to fall from her face, “You know I can’t do that Luke. Kronos will bring nothing but chaos to this world and too many people will be lost because of him.”

Lukes eyes suddenly turned dark, the pleading tone of his voice dropped and the anger turned into nothingness, [name] didn’t know what was scarier.  A dark, dry laugh came from Luke as he brought a hand up to his face, “You just don’t get it.”

Luke raised his sword, pointing the tip of the blade toward [name] and she readied herself for an attack, “Why would you get it? You’re Aphrodites favourite child. You never had to face a challenge in your life, your father brought you to the camp when you were nine he always knew who your mother was. You never had to run from monsters or live on the street to survive and then when you arrived in camp you were claimed within minutes and now you spend your days doing your make-up and your nails. All you have to worry about is looking pretty, it was a waste for me to teach you sword skills.”

A shuttering breath leaves [name]’s lips at his words, more tears flowing and her throat constricting around her words, “Luke you…you don’t mean that”

“You know, maybe you’re not Aphrodites favourite, If you were, she never would have had you fall in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.” His voice was harsh, the words cutting like a knife that had been lodged between [name]’s ribs, piercing her lung and making it so she can’t breath. She couldn’t even recognise Luke anymore, his eyes had gone dark and all emotion disappeared from his face as he stepped into the portal and vanished. 

As the portal closed behind him, [name] felt her heart shatter into a million tiny pieces, as if it was made of glass and Luke took a sledgehammer to it. The pain that ripped through her chest felt like someone had ripped her chest open and was slowly pulling her shattered heart out piece by broken piece.

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Then it morphs, a single flame igniting where Luke stood that turned into a blazing infero consuming the whole forest and the cabins. She could hear the screams of the campers as the flames burned them, could feel their pain as if it was their own and she could do nothing to stop it. She wanted to stop it, wanted to save them but she couldn’t. When she looked down she could see vines wrapping around her legs, the thorns digging into her skin and drawing blood and all she could do was scream. 

The first night if happened, she had woke up the rest of the cabin by screaming in her dreams, Silena had been the one to wake her while her cabin mates rushed to her side to make sure she was okay, Valentina was already at the front door of the cabin ready to go and wake Will if she had to get her sister medical attention. The only one who remained on her bed was Drew, who simply glared at her sister and flicked her hair. Drew was very specific with her beauty sleep and didn’t take well to having interrupted. Once they confirmed that [name] was okay, most of her siblings returned to bed but Silena stayed with [name]. They had gone for a walk around the camp, stopping at the dock and sitting with their feet in the water as they watched the stars. Silena didn’t push her to talk about it then, though [name] told her what the nightmare was the 3rd time it happened, and she didn’t push her to talk today. 

Silena took a deep breath and placed her forehead against her sisters, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, [name] copied her. It was a habit the two had gotten into within their first few weeks of Camp Half-Blood when things got overwhelming, a simple way to say ‘i’m here and everything will be okay’.  

[Name] finally unwrapped her arms from around herself and instead wrapped them around Silena as fresh tears sprang to her eyes, Silena returned the gesture and she rubbed up and down [name]’s back gently.  “One day at a time,” Silena’s voice was gentle and soothing, it comforted [name], reverberating down her spine and warming her from the inside like hot chocolate on a cold winter day. 

Unwrapping her arms from Silena, [name] nodded and wiped the tears from her eyes. “One…one day at a time.” Her voice was quiet, strained and gravelly from the crying. It was a small mantra Silena had started saying to her from the night of the first nightmare, a promise to both her and Silena that she would get through it one day at a time. 

The rustling of sheets and the hush of voices pulls the two out of their moment, their siblings starting to wake as the rays from the sunrise turn golden and they prepare for the day. Lacy was the first to notice the pair were gone and she rushed out the front door, throwing herself on both girls to give them a hug. “Good morning!” 

The childlike wonder and glee in her voice caused a smile to break out on both their faces, as their hands reached up to tickle the sides of the smaller girl who giggled and wiggled in their grasp. “[Name], can you paint my nails today?” [Name] nodded, standing up and taking her little sister's hands to walk back into the cabin. The sun illuminating them as they walk in, the rays of the sun warming her body and reminding her it was a new day, a new day to make new memories to replace the old ones and she just had to take it one day at a time. 

[eevee-eclair]

Maybe little trans oli drabble??? I don't even care what it's like actually about just whatever:))) if you want to

YIPPEE ANOTHER VOTE!! Here you go friend :D I wasn’t quite sure how to go about this (gosh im awful with vague and open prompts,,) so I hope it’s okay? I don’t think there’s any tws!

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“Joel!”

He jumped, dropping the quartz he was fitting into blocks. He turned with a huff, looking down at Oli with an unimpressed stare.

“Oli, mate, can’t you see I’m busy?” he halfheartedly scolded. “This quartz ain’t gonna form itself, y’know.”

His friend rolled his eyes as he clambered up Joel’s workstation to get to his eye level. “Oh, pish posh! You always have time for your favorite bard friend!”

A small smile creeped up behind Joel’s beard. “It usually depends on what said bard friend wants.”

Oli just rolled his eyes. “It’s actually a good reason this time.”

“Yeah?” he pressed. “Get on with it, then, mate.”

“You’re the god of illusions, yeah?” he asked.

Joel groaned and nodded. He regretted telling Oli that. “Yeah, what of it?”

“Can you get rid of my boobs.”

Joel blinked at the sudden request. “I- what-?”

Now, it was no secret that Oli was trans. He was very open about it, even, and wasn’t afraid to tell every person he came across. But for as long as Joel had known him, Oli had always just stuck with using he/him pronouns and rocking the body he was given.

So this was a bit of a shock.

“Y’know, poof them away! Magic! No more booba,” he said, bouncing on his toes. “Pretty please with a silly song on top?”

Joel waved his hands at him. “Of course I’ll do it but- can I ask why?”

Oli nodded once. “I want to gaslight Fwhip.”

Joel stared at him for a moment before he snapped his fingers, leaving Oli’s chest flat as a board. “It’ll last for forty eight hours. Get him good, you understand?”

“Understood!” Oli saluted him and ran off, no doubt on his way to Gobland.

[slyzia]

A Stop For A Drink

Second art to this series! (Yes I’m making it a series I wanna draw more of them)

After drawing this part, I really wanted to write a fanfiction based off of this, I’m not a writer if at all but I’m so curious! Anyways they take a stop to get a drink and Gary just wants this to be done with already. (Probably because they’re still on their way to the location idk where I haven’t decided yet + they’re taking forever) It was a hot day too so he let it slide.

Days have been becoming colder for us southern hemisphere people so make sure you take care of yourself and warm up! As for the northern ones stay hydrated and enjoy your summer breaks! I forgot to say last post but happy pride month and I’ll catch you guys next time, smell ya later!

[fujii-draws]

THIS IS SO FUCKING MEANDHJCCNKSBSKDB. DID PRE-EP5 CELEBI/GROVYLE GET THEIR HANDS ON THIS

[littleplantfreak]

Mari… my god work has been killing me 😭 sometimes I’m so tempted to just set the place on fire…( I work in a pharmacy and tis the season for shots n stuff ) anyway it just got me thinking about how the WB boys would comfort you on a bad/stressful day and vis versa? Do you just collapse in his embrace when you come home close to tears? Are you the first one he thinks about when he needs a safe place to hide for a while from the world? Is it just me or has the work place become crazier? When you want a break but that break costs money 🙃

Emi darling I too wanna set work on fire (and that’s coming from a part time firefighter) Next time I get my covid/flu shot combo I’ll think of you 😭 I hope you get a break soon. As for craziness…yeah it’s definitely crazier i think but on my end my work is affected by election season as well.

Let’s see…

I think Sakura’s a listener first. Sure he’ll get the urge to fix whatever’s exhausted and/or distressed you, but what he can do right now is listen. Doesn’t matter the topic, he’s got this patient face on that only changes when he hears about how shitty your boss is or if your coworker shoves their work on you. Seeing him get upset on your behalf as you vent makes you feel better, having been able to get out all those feelings you’ve bottled up. He’ll take the lead after unless you have an idea of what you wanna do. Otherwise he’s dragging you on the couch to watch your favorite comfort show.

You would absolutely be his first thought when he’s on the reverse of this. Staring at your picture on his phone if he’s not with you and once he gets home he’s curled up next to you. Loves when you let him lay on your chest when he’s feeling bad, letting your hands card through his hair. He turns his phone off and everything. He does NOT want anyone interrupting that time with you.

Togame was the first one I thought of when I read this. He just exudes comfort to me but maybe I'm biased? He brings you to curl up with him in bed most of the time, though I think he'd be fantastic at massages! Tired, sore, just so tightly wound you could cry? Just let him straddle the backs of your thighs and his hands will physically pull your soul from your body, twist and wring it out, and put it right back in shiny and clean.

Even on a good day, I think he can't wait to get back to you. On a rough day? He's ready to start running home tbh. If he comes in to you cooking/reading/etc. He's behind you in an instant drawing you up in his arms. He will follow you around the house like that if you let him. Just a big koala soaking up the comfort you bring him. Asks if you'll go for a night walk with him after dinner if you both aren't too tired.

Umemiya...you know how he is. He can tell right away from your face and posture, even if you hadn't called him earlier asking if he could take care of some things for you. Of course he did it right away, lightening your load as much as he can, but he still brings you up on his lap on the couch to talk about it later when you see him. Asks if you two can plan a small day trip or vacation somewhere to de-stress because if so, he's all over it. If you really can't, he'll send lunches with you to work/school, little flowers and a motivational sticky note telling you how proud he is of you and home much he loves you.

You can also tell immediately when he's having a bad day. Clingy is an understatement. He can and will throw himself at you, no shame even if you're in public. Likes when you let him lay his head in your lap as he tells you about his day. He claims only 1000 kisses from you will be able to heal him from his struggles.

When you text Kiryu throughout the day he can tell you're stressed. By the time you get to his place, the lights are down, and your favorite scented candles are lit. He's down to do what you wanna do, whether it's watch a show, play a game, or just lay in the pillow and blanket nest he built earlier that's been stocked with your favorite snacks and drinks.

When he's stressed I think he really thinks of a shower first. Of course you're on his mind, but before anything else he just wants to physically wash the problems away. He really likes when you help him unwind by brushing his hair and taking his piercings out. Actually really likes if you'll take a bath with him. He's got an arsenal of bubble baths, body washes, scrubs, you name it. By the time you're both out, you smell heavenly and feel it too.

[nburkhardt]

I’m painting tiny pokemon and thinking about pokemon au. Enjoy ✨

Eddie finding an egg during his adventure and being so excited about it. But not for himself, no no, he has the perfect opportunity to finally ask Steve out.

They’ve been flirting with each other for months, running into each other at gyms and training sessions. At first Eddie couldn’t stand the guy and his little show off, Primarina. Always finding ways to one up him and Aragon, his Decidueye (at that time they were still in their second stages; Brionne and Dartrix.)

But as he continued his gym challenge, all the run ins and training together, Eddie couldn’t help but start to really like Steve. Babydoll and Aragon kept up the tiny rivalry but the rest of their teams became best friends.

So, really feelings we’re going to happen eventually.

And he’s been so nervous to take the next step, could tell Steve’s also nervous. Always stopping himself from saying anything. Wanting but waiting until the courage to really hit either of them.

“Gotta be a sign!” He holds the egg carefully to his chest as he gets up, “Stevie will take such good care of you”

Gene snickering behind him, while Loretta floats around him. “Stop laughing you jerks. This is totally going to work!”

Pulling his backpack around, he gently puts the egg in before zipping it up and continuing on. Gene and Loretta in their balls, while Aragorn keeps him company on their way to the next town.

It’s only a day later when Steve catches up with him.

Before Eddie can even get the egg out of his backpack, Steve’s holding one out to him. A blush on his face, Vee’s tail swaying with a nodding head. Babydoll peeking from behind Steve.

It makes him blink a few times, making sure it’s real and not a dream. “Stevie? Wha-”

“I uh, found this and wanted to give it to you and to maybe, ask you out?”

Eddie’s face hurts and his heart is beating fast, “I’d love to, Stevie. And I’d be honored to have it, also be honored if you’d take this little one?” Pulling the egg out and mirroring Steve by holding it out towards him.

Steve’s blush grows and so does his smile, Babydoll brushes a fin against the egg and Vee letting out happy noises.

They exchange the eggs and enjoy the rest of their day together. Eating lunch together, watching on as their pokemon rest and play together. Trading tips to taking care of the eggs, wondering what pokemon will hatch.

It wasn’t the official date, but it was something and Eddie loved it.

(Steve’s egg hatches and is pleasantly surprised to see a Mimikyu, a shy little one who decides to sit on his shoulder much like how Vee is.)

(Eddie’s egg hatches and a full of energy Pumpkaboo is in his face. A small ball of energy, that he named Ozzie.)

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I love them. They’re my babies 🥰

Under the cut is pictures of the pokes for those who don’t know them. Also the taglist🫡 (and also pic of what I’m painting!)

@spectrum-spectre @sunnythefriendlyghost @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz @estrellami-1 @cartercaptainofthemoon @tboyeddie @strangersteddierthings

And my tiny painting!

[eevee-eclair]

voted him... sorry for no crop cant be bothered xxx

(if you do wanna write smth. lidol seapeesound would be silly. but also just happy is good)

Yippee!!! Since there’s no prompt, I rolled a silly dice and I got #3 from the kissing prompts list (Drunk/sloppy kiss)! Enjoy and thank you for your vote :D (check tags for tws)

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“-and so I said-!” Oli paused and took another drink of cider, holding up a hand as he finished the last of his drink. “That- that’ll cost ya five diamonds!”

He laughed, like he was proud of himself for such a comeback. Next to him sat a very attractive fox hybrid, drink his own mug. Oli had met him on one of his tours, probably in Animalia if his drunken mind is correct. After a few serenading sings and an embarrassing fall into a creek, he had decided to take him up on the offer for a drink.

So now they sat: at a Stratos tavern and telling each other stories over the course of, currently, a single cider.

Oli blinked before he pointed at the fox, squinting. “Wha’s your name again, gorgeous?” he asked, sporting a very lazy grin.

“Callum,” he snorted, sipping his own drink. “Callum Peakae, handsome.”

Oli’s jaw dropped a bit before he grinned. “Wha’da name you got.” He glanced around the tavern for a moment before he crouched at him. “How about I buy you another drink and I show you what they really say about bards, yeah?”

Callum full on laughed at that, and Oli couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful sound ever. Then he was being yanked by the front of his shirt and into a kiss.

It was short, but it held so much. It was heated, it was messy, it was way more intoxicating than the cider. He went in for more but Callum pulled back before he got the chance.

“How about we skip the extra drink and we get right to the point?” he asked, snickering at Oli’s dumbstruck look.

A quick nod and a paid tab later, Oli had never been so glad he’d been kicked out of heaven, because he just found his own.

[efverse]

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

Hi!! Could you maybe write performer reader x amethio?

Amethio x Preformer!Reader | HCs & Drabbles

Note-- some of this is written at unholy hours of the morning(/lh) so some parts may not make sense, but I edited this in the morning again, so hopefully that balances it out.

Amethio was usually too focused on his work to look at work to watch anything really,

Conia was the one who showed him the pokémon performers, and you instantly stood out to him.

No matter what pokémon you had with you, you always brought out their full potential,

For crying out loud, you could be using Giratina and you'd be able to make the deity look graceful and like it doesn't have some twisted backstory

You were able to ace most, if not all, challenges that came your way.

Sure you may have struggled with some, but you kept going. You never backed down and that's what he loved about you.

The two of you probably met through Conia, she was a close friend of yours who was always there to support you, and even though you hesitated slightly at meeting Amethio, her superior, who wouldn't? You expected him to be a serious adult and not someone your own age, but she later convinced you that it was a good idea.

When you two finally met, you were in Sinnoh to relax and train your 'mons, and Conia, alongside Zir and Amethio were there because they heard of Kleavor and wanted to get to it before the RVT did.

You two meeting was a complete coincidence and it was unplanned, (Conia originally planned on having the two of you meeting up after their current mission which was to track down Kleavor), so it was a suprise when you heard your best friend yelling your name.

Hearing your name being yelled you quickly spun around to meet a familiar greyish-blue haired woman running over to you.

The two of you have been friends since highschool, and thinking back on it, she was like an older sister to you, always helping you get to class and was the main reason you passed calculus.

Crashing into your arms she gave you a tight hug, clearly missing someone who she views as a younger sibling. Your beloved partner pokémon quickly glances up at the two of you before letting out a happy cry and glancing at Conia, waiting for her to release her Psyduck.

You could see a taller man -who you assumed is Zir- somewhat behind her covering with a shorter man as they approached the two of you rather slowly.

"Your last performance was great, even Amethio and Zir watched you,"

A smile of pride paints Conia's face before she releases her Psyduck -now Golduck- to play with your 'mons.

"Really,?"

You would've never believed it yourself if it weren't for Zir nodding behind her, you wouldn't have believed her. Zir was never interested in anything related to performances, and as far as you've heard, Amethio would probably find it not worthy of his time as he's often training to get better.

But you were suprised to see that you were so wrong with assuming Amethio wouldn't watch you perform,

He enjoyed every moment of your performance, even the challenges that happened before.

The 'challenge' that happened before you had a performance against the Kalos Queen, Serena, involved a pokémon battle.

Not just any regular battle- well, it was a regular battle but it had a spin- you had to show off your partner's moves, and the way they phrased it was a bit off, but it was like a performance whilst battling,

If the two of you ever began to date, expect him to be at every performance. He loves watching you and your pokémon preform, even if you don't win and get to compete in the next rounds, he still is proud of you, knowing how hard it must be to perform not only infront of hundreds of people in person but probably thousands if you concider those watching online.

With that being said, if you ever struggle oe need help, he's the last person you should ask.

Amethio only knows pokémon moves in a literal battling sense, not a performance sense, so he won't be able to help you.

He barely even understands how you manage to turn any move into one for show instead of damage.

But expect him to be there for every performance (he will try his best to go to them, even if it means sneaking out and doing dumb teenager things, he doesn't mind it as much),

Quickly scanning the area, you look for the familiar ravenhead, he's always there to greet you after your performances, -but he did say that he might not be able to meet you because of something to do with summoning a legandary pokémon or something similar that you didn't understand-

You've changed into your regular clothes after the performance for comfort and possible safety issues as you've heard many rumours and horror stories of performers -especially female performers- being harassed by crazed fans.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you quickly spin around, anxious to see who may have recognised you, until you heard the familiar voice that put your mind at ease.

"I apologise, I had to get something, that's why I'm late," the familiar ravenhead told you as he handed over a bouquet of flowers, he had always bought you something after your performances without fail, and it truly makes you appreciate him more than you currently do if that's even possible.

In all honesty, you probably wouldn't be aware of Amethio's occupation and role with the Explorers, he doesn't want you to talk to the other admins as he doesn't want either of you to be targets of their comments.

If he does see any of them when the two of you are out, he'd try and avoid them,

If he can't avoid them, he'd definitely deal with them, excusing himself politely, saying that he sees one of colleagues and it is in your best intrest to not interact with them.

Amethio's worst nightmare would be Sango or Spinel finding out you're dating him.

Sango would make her usual Sango remarks whilst Spinel would tell him how shallow he is, spoiler alert- he isn't, he genuinely cares for you, and how it's a typical teenager relationship that probably won't last long

Jokes on him, Amethio never planned for the relationship to be short and genuinely wants it to work out, but if you ever want to leave, he won't stop you.

[fujii-draws]

VERY long Ribbons/Grovyle tangent cause I do not talk about them nearly enough.

[Instead of the usual, “Hero finding a young Treecko in the future.” It’s switched around to “What if Grovyle found Hero when they were young.”]

~The Past~

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-Grovyle was going on one of his usual dungeon crawls to stock up on items— until he heard nearby sniffling. It’s there in that moment where he finds Ribbons; hiding under the stump of a hollow tree curled up in a ball. The sight of a small, terrified girl burned in the back of the wood gecko’s mind.

He lowered himself to the ground, his snout and head poking out as he got a good look at the human— Something that made her reel back and startled her; before Grovyle offered her a smile. Something the stoic grass-type rarely ever did. Coaxing her to come out.

And although very hesitantly, she did. Slowly coming out before he extended a hand towards her. Helping her outside the stump.

Grovyle didn’t know why… but seeing her so disheveled and terrified… it reminded the grass-type of himself when he was a Treecko. He decides to then to take Ribbon’s under his wing. Holding her hand as he walked her back to his main hideout… with the company of two other Pokémon.

-He introduced the small human to the pink fairy and ghost-type. Celebi was overwhelmingly cheerful. So much so that her mischievous energy rubbed off on Ribbons in the future. Much to Grovyle and Dusclops(and eventually Dusknoir’s) dismay…

But it was also probably why Ribbons made it her mission to use this newfound ability from the fairy-type to do the impossible— to get Grovyle to smile. A rarity in which even the time-traveling pixie and cyclopean ghost never managed to accomplish. Ribbons remembered how the grass-type done so just to comfort her during their first meeting… and she wanted to see it again.

-She tried many times with her antics, only to end in failure. Barely making a dent in the grass-type’s stoic demeanor. The first time she managed to get a chuckle made the other two stare wide-eyed towards the snickering grass-type— and back at the human, somehow being the only one to ever make him emote so much. She didn’t know why he tried to hide his smile. She loved it. (And Grovyle did not overhear this detail and began to open up only specifically around her because of it. Nope.) (and it’s not a power she holds over him for many years to come.)

(That isn’t to say Ribbon’s didn’t slightly rub off on him too, with her naivety and innocent, trusting behavior. Grovyle being much, much more reserved and cautious… before she came along.)

-Dusclops… was interested. A human? In the future no less? It was unheard of.

…But he also thought that Ribbons would be a detriment to their group with how… little and runt sized she’d been, barely surviving as is. Acting rather closed off towards the human at first, not trying to get attached. That is until she begins seeking Dusclops out. Trying to befriend the slightly large mummy-looking Pokémon. Although slowly— she ends up winning him over. The Beckon Pokémon now having unintentionally formed a bond with the weakest link in their quartet due to how… oddly endearing she was. A mistake he’d repeat yet again in the present.

Even with her dimensional scream ability making Ribbons a somewhat useful assest to the team— the three take on the roll of her guardians in a weird way. Dusclops being the one to fret the most over her despite his dismissive behavior towards her in the beginning (hm.)

And then there’s Grovyle.

The one who probably spent the most time with her. He saw just how terrified and scared she was of the world around her. Grovyle tried his best to teach her how to survive— training her physically. (as Dusclops taught her mentally/intellectually)

Something Grovyle started to notice was how her demeanor changed when the grass-type was close. Acting almost… braver? Confident? It was like she was drawing her strength from him… something that made the grass-type a little emotional as her confidence grew more with each day. (She told him as much. Hoping some day she could be a role model to someone the same way Grovyle was to her.)

…He also noticed that the humans were also really susceptible to the cold, much like his cold-blooded lizard self—the brunette-haired girl having no real source of warmth around her neck… Grovyle dug through his matted Treasure bag, asking for her to come over. Before tying on a brown, Patsy ribbon around her neck. An item that she’d grow to love and cherish for many, many years.

The human girl absolutely adored the gift, thanking Grovyle before hugging him suddenly. Running off to show the other two her newfound item.

-She’d fidget and re-tie it whenever it slightly loosened around her neck… it was then the grass-type Pokémon finally decided on a name for her. Up until that point, she didn’t have a name— the other three opting to call her things like “human girl” “sweetie” or “kid/kiddo” (Dusclops, Celebi, and Grovyle in that order.)

So when Grovyle decided that her new name would be “Ribbons”… she kept it.

(this also explained why when inside of Wigglytuff’s room… Ribbons stared at the Green Aura Bow, before rejecting the item harshly. Her claws gripping onto the brown scarf around her neck.) (…although the color of the bow comforted her)

-The two end up forming an unspoken familial bond. Ribbons seeing Grovyle as her older brother… and the grass-type did her baby sister. This was further solidified by the way Ribbons followed him everywhere and copied his mannerisms. All the way down to his scrunched up, embarrassed face. (Something that greatly entertained the other two Pokémon.) Even if Grovyle wasn’t the best at showing how much she meant to him with his sternness for her to stay hidden and close whenever they traveled, or for her to stop goofing off so much, or his relatively stoicalness… Ribbons knew he did so because of how much he cared. He cared too much. Not wanting anything bad happening to her to the point that he’d more often than not sacrifice things to his detriment, but for her benefit. (Offering her all of the apples he found, taking the brunt of the damage from vicious Pokémon… ) It was one of the main things the two argued over.

-This… was also something Ribbons picked up on and inherited besides his courage. Something that Grovyle never forgave himself for. He never wanted her to adopt his self-destructive, reckless behavior.

-Another thing was his inability to tell her the full truth. He never wanted to scare her with the information of their disappearances. So the grass-type never told Ribbons (and made sure the other two promised him to never do so aswell.) (Until Dusknoir promptly breaks said promise out of desperation to tell Ribbons the gravity of their situation after the Stoneship fight. Grovyle glaring daggers towards the Ghost-type before hearing Ribbon’s quiet, yet terrified “W-What..?” Falling back on her old fears when she was once human—Grovyle taking his attention fully off of Dusknoir to try and comfort her.)

But even after any heated argument. Grovyle will find the human girl coming back to sleep right next to him on his hay bed, still very much frustrated with the lizard… but not pushing her away when she snuggled up to him. Grovyle reciprocated the hug right back— putting his head over hers.

Out of her relationships with the three, her bond with Grovyle was the most unbreakable.

…So when Darkrai threw the attack that disoriented the two, Grovyle gripping Ribbons’s arm as tightly as possible. His claws beginning to even tear into her skin. (A scar on her paw that never went away. She uses it as a reminder to show the woodland gecko how hard he tried to save her whenever he felt guilty.) Trying so desperately to not lose her— even if it meant being thrown out of the passage of Time aswell—

…It’s Ribbons who lets go, smiling up so brokenly at her older brother, before disappearing out the passage. And the grass-type can only watch in horror, as the self-sacrificial behavior Ribbons inherited from him came back to bite Grovyle in the worst way imaginable.

By the time Grovyle lands in the present— his claws are trembling wildly. Not even realizing his own tears began to mix in with the rain from the thunderstorm.

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~The Present~

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When he’s collecting the Time Gears alone— the desperation of it all comes back full force. If he lost her, the least he can do is finish this mission. For the future. For her.

-When Grovyle sees Ribbons for the first time in the Northern Desert, he doesn’t recognize her as an Eevee. But the item around her neck and voice both sound so eerily similar. As if this random Pokémon was haunting him for his past failures. If anything, the similarities make Grovyle even more angry towards the quadraped Pokémon.

-Crystal lake… really sucked. Before, Ribbons didn’t know what to feel about Grovyle. On one hand, he was a wanted criminal. Threatening the lives of every single Pokémon. But on the other hand… she felt so… sad? And guilty? Why would she feel guilty? And why was it that he was apologizing every single time for every little thing he’d done? Like he’d lost his confidence in his abilities? Why does it matter. He’s a horrible, rotten— no good Pokémon…

-It was when Ribbons had to helplessly watch as he nearly killed Aimilios that her resolve did a complete 180°. The Eevee being prepared to do whatever to took to get him caught. Joining the cloaked ghost in the library whenever she could, (even if she wasn’t as smart as the Great Dusknoir or her Riolu partner. She wanted to at least give them company and be there for moral support.)

And when he’s finally… finally caught. Tied up as the Sableye walked him through the town as they cheered… Ribbons isn’t celebrating. She should be. She should be happy. So why does she feel a horrible gut feeling when their eyes meet in the crowd? And he looks seconds away from breaking down…?

-

-The whole future arc is a rollercoaster of emotions for the Eevee. Although she’s immediately with Grovyle on the plan to help him escape— she does not trust him so quick.

-No. That time was over. The second Dusknoir tried to kill them, both her (and soon Aimilios’s) tendencies to trust Pokemon blindly were thrown out the window. They’re both are glaring daggers at him when he suggests that they trust him. That ‘If he was so untrustworthy, how would they explain what Dusknoir had done back there?’ Ribbons protectively gets in-front of her partner— hissing back that ‘They aren’t going to trade one lunatic trying to kill them for another. Or did Grovyle already forget about the little incident at Azelf’s lake?’

…And even though her and Aimilios do feel safer around him. (Gut feeling/aura sensing) it just feels so terrifying to trust someone again after what the giant wraith did to them. Not only that, but he was offering to take them back to their world… so they cautiously agreed.

It’s... strange. The way he’d called out for her and Aimilios to get away when Spiritomb had him in their grasp. When they traversed dungeons as he took as many hits as possible for them…the familiarity is almost nauseating.

And when Dusknoir reveals everything, the two only stare at the cloaked ghost-type cackling. The same one they both once thought was their friend.

She and Grovyle only stare at eachother as a painful amount of time passes by. He..

He tried to kill her.

She was still alive and he almost—

The realization is what makes him give up. To concede. Begging Dusknoir to just do away with him and let the other go. Let her go.

—

-When they’re in the Sharpedo Bluff during the nighttime— Grovyle explains the situation to the two… staring at Ribbons with hopeful eyes, sharing recollections of how they once were. Of how close they’d been. Hoping that it’d re-jog her memory now that he was there to explain the situation.

…Ribbons only stares. Guilt eating away the more Grovyle retold their supposed history. How the hope slowly died in his eyes little by little when he looked at the Eevee— seeing that same, clueless expression on her face.

One of Ribbons biggest fears when it came to her amnesia was forgetting someone important to her. Always having the dreaded feeling of losing three important Pokémon to her. And now one of them was trying to kill them. Aimilios reassured her many nights that it wasn’t the case. So for that fear to become a reality— her ears slump, the Eevee’s messy, leaf-and-twigged tail curling around her in anxiety. She wants to apologize— but she only breaks away eye contact.

She forgot. She wants to remember. But she can’t she can’t she can’t-

Ribbons sees Grovyle trying to reach out for her— only for the small quadruped to back away. Still too touch-adverse from everything that went down with Dusknoir. All the Eevee can do is watch Grovyle’s expression turned into a pained one. Trying to hide the hurt in his eye with a wry smile as he slowly retracted his arm, ”Ah… right. Too soon. Forgive me.”

…It’s a very rough night on the two of them. Both Pokémon completely unaware that they’d been trying to fight back the tears threatening to spill in their eyes. Eventually overwhelming and awakening the aura pup.

-

When they rode Lapras, presumably for many hours by now by how night fell, white stars scattering across the sky as it reflected in the dark blue sea. The Riolu had slept soundly— something that couldn’t be said for the other two.

Ribbon’s curled around her partner as he slept, grooming his fur with her tongue… before looking over towards the grass-type; something very much on his mind.

Grovyle looked pensively down towards Lapras’s shell— recalling Wigglytuff’s comment about how Chatot had been his ‘invaluable partner.’ The woodland gecko gripping the strap of his treasure bag. Unaware of the Eevee slowly approaching him. He stares— unsure of what to do. The last time they’d talked was at the Bluff, when she backed away from him in fear.

…Ribbons plopped right next to the grass-type, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to pass. When she realized he wasn’t going to cut the tension, she opted to ask the lizard what she was thinking about since their talk at the bluff.

“What was it like…?”

“What…?”

“Y-yknow…W-When we were together… What was it like?”

The small Eevee repeated. Wanting to hear stories of their times together… Memory or no memory— she hated seeing Grovyle upset. Something that was practically built into her. Like it’d been second nature.

Grovyle hesitates, afraid of a repeat of last time. He looks at Ribbons who was staring up coyly… before going on to explain and further elaborate on their history. He studied her expressions, trying to get a read on when he should stop… only to be greeted with an cheerful look on her face. The same, goofy one plastered on her human-self.

Grovyle calms at the sight, continuing to looks back on memories— preferably the more lighthearted ones the woodland gecko fondly looked back on. Although within those silly memories were times when Ribbons did… admittedly some of the dumbest things he’d witnessed during their time in the future.

What makes him smile even more is how she began to look more offended. Until she’d gotten fed up with the grass-type. Claiming that she would never do anything so blatantly stupid— and that she had a scale of stupidity she was abiding by— Chatot’s words, not hers.

This gets a chuckle from the grass-type… something that almost immediately warms the Eevee’s heart. She hesitates a littles before scooting closer, fully laying her body beside Grovyle as he continued to recollect stories of their past together… listening to the older Pokémon’s droning… until she fell asleep.

…

Now Grovyle is faced with another problem. And it was in the form of his little sister sleeping soundly right next to him.

…

He knows what’ll happen to them when he puts in the Time Gears.

He knows he’ll never get another chance like this again.

…

He lays his body near Ribbon’s, curling around her tiny body protectively. Before getting what was probably the most sleep he did since he arrived in the Present…

…What he fails to notice in his comatose-like sleep… is how Ribbons scooted closer into him, cleaning his face/leaf with her tounge… before curling into Grovyle— putting her head under the grass-type’s. Purring contently.

———

…When they’re traversing through the Hidden land, the same arguments when they did in the future about Grovyle’s recklessness. Although this time around— Ribbons had been calling the kettle black in this regard. The Grass and Normal type Pokémon going back and forth… before falling silent.

And when the ghost-type returned a second time to ambush the three Pokémon, Ribbons and Aimilios opted to fight the Sableye. Meanwhile, Grovyle took on Dusknoir—Which proved to be nearly impossible. It was only when the Sableye were dealt with and the two joined Grovyle on his assault on the wraith, that Dusknoir’s attacks begun to.. slow?

They fought and fought, Ribbons having managed to get in a really nasty Bite that made the cloaked revenant roar out in pain; unintentionally slamming her against a pillar. Hard. Grovyle yells her name, trying to run to Ribbons— before being intercepted by a large fist being mercilessly being swung his way. Not offering the same hesitation he did with the young Eevee and Riolu. If there was anyone Dusknoir was willing to kill— it was him.

It was when Dusknoir gripped the Riolu to the point of him whining out in pain— that the Grass-type’s adrenaline and anger made his body move harshly to knock down the ghost-type with the slice of a Leaf Blade. Getting protectively infront of his sister …and the Riolu Grovyle had begun to start considering as his little brother. His eyes turning into cat-like slits, glaring at the revenant.

———

Dusknoir hit the Eevee a second time when the two were distracted— Ribbon’s having cried out in pain, wincing from the hit she received from the large ghost-type— closing her eyes as she anticipated for him to finished her off—

Before Grovyle shielded her— and began shoving him into the Dimensional hole.

Grovyle could only smile to himself despite how much he was struggling to keep the giant wraith at bay— Dusknoir nearly breaking out of the wood gecko’s hold.

So many times. He failed to protect Ribbons. So many times. And now…

“Though the parting hurts… the rest is in your hands!”

He could finally make it up to her.

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~The Future~

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It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Ribbons nearly broke Grovyle’s ribcage when he returned to the present, berating and screaming at him so angrily for leaving her the way he did… while hugging him in tears as she bawled her eyes out— Grovyle reciprocating the hug with as much strength as the Eevee.

…So when she saw Dusknoir and ran, he was the one to chase after her. Celebi having stayed back with Aimilios to explain the situation to the equally confused and afraid Riolu.

-The Eevee’d hidden under another hollowed tree stump, her entire body frizzing up at the sound of the woodland gecko calling out to her. Ribbon’s brows furrowed in anger despite her fear, yelling at him for bringing the ghost-type back. Grovyle tries to fit himself inside the tiny hollowed area… before curling around Ribbons— gently explaining the situation with the cloaked ghost. He apologizes for bringing Dusknoir without warning. Knowing that he should’ve better prepared those two.

-It’s because of Ribbons refusal to be anywhere near/talk to Dusknoir, that the Eevee has the opportune time to reconnect with Grovyle. Spending the first three years to catch up, talk, do jobs, drink at Spinda’s. Becoming even comfortable enough to start bantering with eachother, and squabbling like siblings. (and yes they partake in Cain Instinct ™️ through harmless paw baps/“oh no gravity’s increasing on me” “YOURE CRUSHING ME YOU ROTTEN BROTHER.”) Those two being practically attached to the hip as they constantly stayed side by side. Even having slept in the same hay-bed together the first year. (Separation anxiety is doing wonders.)

Grovyle is also Ribbon’s go-to hiding spot from Dusknoir whenever he’s near— not-so-discreetly hiding behind the woodland gecko anytime he’d gotten close. Something that he was more than willing to do, being a barrier being the giant specter and minuscule Eevee.

Grovyle is also the one constantly reminding Ribbons that if she feels uncomfortable/unsafe around Dusknoir, that she can come to him at any moment. And he’d talk to him. (Or smack him upside the head with a leaf blade, earning the gecko a laugh from his little sister.)

But… He knows she’s lying through her fangs when she says she’s fine with him being around. (Chalk that up to Older brother instincts) Which is why Grovyle goes to Dusknoir anyways to tell him to minimize his presence around her as much had possible in the beginning— something the wraith was already ahead/aware of.

-The Eevee also tries to repay the favor by reminding Grovyle that he actually isn’t the POS, horrible brother he thinks himself to be with the amount of times he failed to save her. Redirecting his attention to her paw scar and nuzzling the self-deprecating grass-type. Grovyle doesn’t believe himself to be the right guardian for her… but she trusts him anyways.

-And you KNOW by the time she evolves— he’s fighting back a copious amount of tears. (Dusknoir might be getting choked up over Ribbons and Aimilios’s evolutions— but Grovyle looks like he’s seconds away from actually tearing up. Just so happy to be alive to witness his baby sister having the chance to actually grow up.)

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Anyways!! that’s what I have for now!!!! Just mainly putting this here to give more insight to their dynamic :) (as well as have a little library of drawing ideas for Grovyle/Ribbons when the mood strikes.)

[ghozteevee]

Invisobang

It is finally here!! It has been so much fun working on this fic and the art pieces during my time on this. All of the writers and artists I worked with were amazing and I hope I'll get to work with them again on the reverse bang coming up! But for now I want to give thanks once again to @mostlikelynothuman and @pencil-for-a-dog for you guys amazing work on the art for this fic!!!

[puppyeared]

Thinking about my old pkmn ask blog

[mikeellee]

Any crossover between MHA and other franchise you like?

Hi @nyc3 funny you ask me this bc I was thinking about an au where Izumi is in a pokemon world. Srsly!

Izumi is a poke trainer, she has eevees and eeveelutions (I think it fits here. One Eevee can be anything just like Izumi)

And well Cinder menages to steal a gym becaming a gym leader (people like him better lol) and well, things happen.

On a broad side, I don't have much crossovers for mha. They work fine as they are...they just need a good writing.

[fabledskies]

Redesign/Rewrite - 2024 (see below for more info + speedpaint!)

Storm Raiden (created in 2018)

Male

Species: Partner Pikachu (Raichu Ancestry)

Rash Nature - Likes to fight

Melody Sapphire (created in 2018)

Female

Species: Eevee

Modest Nature - Quick to flee

Storm was a failed project to create a stronger breed of Pikachu. Due to his unstable genes, evolution could pose as life-threatening, much to his despair. On the bright side, he's developed rare abilities passed down from his father (unknown) that allow him to fly and traverse water, perfect for helping humans get around. He currently works as a guard 'mon in Celadon Mart, wandering Kanto to learn of his origin in his spare time.

Melody, on the other hand, was born and raised near Celadon City, and is very familliar with battling. She has a fear of evolution, but that doesn't stop her from finding other ways to increase her strength, stealing items from Celadon Mart. She loves swimming when the opportunity presents itself.

Due to Melody stealing from Storm's place of work and their conflicting opinions regarding evolution, the two have developed a fierce rivalry. They tend to butt heads most of the time, which often leads into battles Storm will always win, aggrivating Mel. She learned Dig as a counter for his type-weakness.

Despite it all, Storm notices her ability to adapt to situations and finds it admirable, while Mel simply can't help but challenge him every time they meet, because his enthusiasm for battling excites her-- no matter how little she can stand him, he's always fun to be around! The people of Celadon find their rivalry adorable, and unintentionally, the two attract more customers this way. Thus, they fight on, hoping to get stronger with every battle, not yet realizing the strength they find in each other.

[maple-and-pie]

Mood of the day part 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[eevee-eclair]

Whaaaat? Me? Posting writing? It’s less likely than you think (i have chronic eepy)

Today’s fic? New fandom flavor