#haunters against hate

[germ-t-ripper]

08JUN24 Haunters Against Hate represent!

[scrollofthoth]

My birthday is coming up on May 5th. If Facebook ever did anything good, it was introducing the birthday fundraiser. In years past, I have donated to Northern Lights Sled Dog Rescue, which is a great organization.

This year I’m gonna do something a little different. One, because of the recent increase in attacks and legislation against transgender people, I want to protect the people I love. Two, since I have started Midwest Spirits, I found the perfect group I want to support.

I'm also going to point out that one of the reasons this is so important to us is that Midwest Spirits may possibly be the first paranormal investigation group with a majority of members that are transgender.

This year I am donating to Haunters Against Hate. An organization started after the Pulse nightclub tragedy. Its members consist of people who run haunted attractions, authors, entertainers, and paranormal investigation groups. By raising money through a GoFundMe, Midwest Spirits wants to become a Haunters Against Hate sponsor.

It only costs $150 to be a sponsor, but we will be giving all proceeds we raise to Haunters Against Hate. They will in turn give that money to various LGBTQ+ organizations, many of them youth groups. They also give a voice to people in the haunting community who may otherwise be marginalized and discriminated against.

[mothiir]

What shenanigans do you think lion and leman get up to when they smell their woman ovulating

i’m sorry anon did you ask me to write yet another list of ‘primarchs react to’?

yes, thought you did! here is an incomplete list of ‘primarchs reacting to their lady ovulating’. all of these, apart from roboute, are pre-heresy.

roboute guilliman - starting off strong. This man smells that you are fertile and immediately checks and triple checks that your implant is functioning and that there is no chance that you are getting pregnant. No babies. Not now. Maybe when he has a farm, in a few hundred years. But nope, not now. If things are bad in the imperium at that moment, his ‘can’t be a dad’ anxiety might spike to the point where he doesn’t even want to put his penis near you. He sticks out one knee — still encased in his holy armour — and is like okay rub on that while I finish up this paperwork, you have forty five minutes.

the lion - his sex ed came in two batches: one from observing wild animals, and two from observing some very homosexual knights. He isn’t exactly the expert on the female reproductive cycle. However, he does the best he can, extrapolating from how female lions acted in the forest of Caliban. When they were fertile, they badgered the males for sex constantly, and seemed very distressed when they weren’t being serviced. In his infinite wisdom, he decides that human woman are probably the same, and proceeds to put you on your back at least five times a day. You whinge less than normal (mostly because you are almost comatose with exhaustion) so he counts this as a success.

leman russ - unlike the lion (and indeed most of his brothers) he has had considerable experience with female humans before he met you, so he knows exactly what to do. Yes, he does buy into some stereotypes — you are a little hornier than normal, maybe, but you’re certainly not the insatiable sex goddess he starts treating you like — but his heart (and dick) are in the right place. He may even start hinting about hey do you want pups? Maybe? Just one or two? His dirty talk takes on a distinctive feral tone. Lots of talking about how pretty you’d look with his pups in you. Don’t worry, he’ll calm down eventually.

horus - will hide your birth control. Best bet is to be conveniently absent for this week of your cycle. He’s going to start whining. Ignore him — he’s a big boy, and despite his painted insistence, primarchs do not have a genetic anomaly that makes blue balls fatal.

konrad - he sniffs you more than normal, which is saying something because he sniffs you a lot. Tells you that you smell unbearably revoltingly sweet and he hates it. No, you may not leave his chambers, he wants you to stay here so he can put up with the awful-delightful fecund reek. That’s a direct quote by the way; the man has a way with words. Like Roboute, he is pretty fanatical about not wanting children, so he isn’t going to take any risks. You will end up with a very sore jaw as he makes you swallow the little Night Haunter morning noon and night to take the edge off.

lorgar — look, he knows you’re not going to go around spreading your legs for his legion, he knows that you’re a good chaste girl who only wants him, but you smell so wonderful, and you’re all rosy with health, and his sons —- well, his sons are lovely, but they’re still men. And what chance do men have against the divine? No, you stay in your rooms nice and snug, and he will tell you when you have finished that bit of the cycle and can leave. Until then, he’ll keep you occupied. Partly with sex. Mostly with reading scripture he’s written about how said sex is a divine offering to his Father.

ferrus - meat-woman smell of weak human hormones. vile. must purge woman best way iron hand know how: insertion of the iron co —

fulgrim - writes you the most gorgeous flowery poetry and presents it to you along with an eight foot picture that is designed to ‘celebrate your delightful womanhood’. It is beautiful, in the way that all his art is, but you’ll admit that you don’t quite ‘get’ this one. It’s vaguely in the shape of a uterus, in shades of purple and gold, and — is that a penis? He will then proceed to make you forget your own name, so thankfully your opinion on said art piece is never asked.

[alexsoenomel]

Rise and Shine (Dean Winchester x Reader fluff)

Requests: May I please request a Dean x reader where he finds out how ticklish she is one morning while snuggled up in bed together. He makes it his mission to find all her ticklish spots and finds her laughter absolutely adorable 🥰

Summary: Dean trying to wake up the reader from a coma.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff and I guess American Gods spoilers??

Word count: 1k+

Note: Wrote this because I was sad. Enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)  

“What are you reading?” Dean asked as he snuggled against you, placing a kiss on your shoulder. 

“American Gods,” You said, showing him the cover. It had two guys aka the main characters standing next to a black Chevy impala and two crows watching them.

“Is that…Baby?” He asked, all excited. At heart he was still a kid – one of the many reasons why you loved him. He was sometimes insufferable, with his silly jokes and teasing, but you wouldn’t trade him for the world. 

“Hmmm, good eye.” 

“What is it about?” 

You knew he wasn’t going to leave you alone, so you took your reading glasses off, placed a book marker on the page you were currently reading and put it on your lap. 

“You know how we sometimes kill Gods?” You sometimes didn’t believe your own voice when you would say shit like this. Killing Gods, vamps, demons…you name it. Sometimes it all sounded too far-fetched to be true. “And it all seems too crazy to be true?”

“Yeah, sounds like you took too many happy pills when you say it like that.”

“Yeah, well this is worse. Mythology on crack basically.” 

“It can’t be that bad?”

“In the first chapter you learn about vaginal vore, Dean.” You said, putting the book on your night stand, along with glasses. 

“The what now?” 

“Exactly.” 

It was a Friday, and since being a haunter wasn’t exactly working 9 til 5, you decided to go to bed early. You were planning to catch the sunrise and hit the road the next day. A new case, a new town – same old, same old. 

As you turned the lights, Dean was already snuggled up against you, pulling you closer by your waist. His nose was in your freshly washed hair, as he placed a gentle kiss just under your ear, making you shiver. You rubbed your ass against his boxers and as a result he exhaled deeply.

“Don't!” He whispered. You bit your lower lip, trying to swallow a chuckle. “Sleep, or you’re driving tomorrow!” 

“Not a chance!” You said. Even though Dean was overly protective of his Baby he would still let you drive from time to time. You just hated driving, especially driving in the morning. You hated mornings. 

“Then good night, sweetheart!” He said, pulling you closer like that was even possible. You naturally had lower body temperature than Dean, so his body warmth would always make you sleepy. His scent in your nose, skin to skin – he was home. 

“Good night, handsome.” 

***

Dean woke up before you, like always. After showering and getting dressed he went to the kitchen and saw that Sam was already up, drinking coffee. It was almost 6am. 

“Mornin’.” 

“Mornin’” Sam said. “Are you driving?” 

“Yeah.” Dean said, filling  two mugs with coffee black as the night. “Give me 30 minutes, she is still asleep.” 

“Okay.” 

He tasted the bitterness of the semi-warm coffee, feeling every nerve in his brain activating. Nothing could beat the taste of black coffee in the morning for him. He felt like he was human again. When he went back to his room, you were still in a coma, only your hair was peeking from the covers. He placed the mugs on the nightstand.

“Rise and shine, princess!” He whispered, moving your hair from your face. You didn’t budge. He knew you were a heavy sleeper and the only way he was able to actually wake you up was with physical contact. He went under the covers and snuggled against you. 

"Wake up, beautiful!" 

You were half awake, feeling his warmth against you. You didn't want to wake up, your body was heavy and you could feel how tired you were. You've always said you will get proper sleep once you are dead and it was true. The life you were living wasn't for people who had a normal sleep schedule. A sign left your lips and your eyes refuse to open. 

"Sam, made coffee!" 

Nothing.

His fingers started to draw small circles on your belly as you squirmed. The sensation was strange, enough to pull you back to the Earth, finally. 

"Mmm no!" You mumbled, snuggling your head under his chin. He smelled fresh like pines and you could feel the fabric on his body; he was already dressed. It hit you. It was already time to get up. Dean's hand was resting on your side.

"Mmm yes!" He said and kissed the top of your head. 

"Five minutes!" 

"It's never five minutes with you!"

He started doing the same thing again, brushing his fingers against your skin making you squirm. You mumbled something under your breath and moved his hand from your naked body.

"What is it?"

"That tickles." 

Dean made an "oh" sound when he realized what you were talking about. Maybe that will wake you up?

"You ticklish?" He asked.

Still groggy you mumbled no but he didn't believe you. 

Instead his hand went on your thigh and again he started drawing small circles as lightly as he possibly could. 

"Stop!" You mumbled again, growing annoyed by the second.

"YOU ARE!" He said. 

This time he went in with full force. He wanted to discover your weak spots as his fingers touched any naked surface he could find, and since you slept in only your underwear it was easy. 

"NO, DEAN!" Your eyes were fully open now and you were awake. Your instinct kicked in and you tried to get him off you, kicking your feet, but he was holding you with his other hand. 

"Oh yes!"

Your still sleepy body was now awake and spasming, feeling rather uncomfortable. You hated that feeling. You didn't want to laugh and yet you couldn't stop. 

"STOP IT!" 

He took both of your hands and put them above your head, now on top of you inches away from your face. The smell of coffee in his breath on your face and a silly little smirk watching you as you were finally fully awake and aware of your own existence. 

"Good morning sunshine," his voice was deep as the Pacific and raspy enough to make you shiver. 

His lips met yours in a light kiss.

"From now on I'm waking you up like this." 

"Please don't!" 

"You laugh like a house, it's adorable!" 

You frowned and lightly punched him in the shoulder.

"Eat me,Winchester!"

"I'll when we finish the case!" He winked. 

[loupy-mongoose]

Randy sat outside, leaning against the wall of Fuji's house. Pens of small Pokemon were dotted around the area, with people bustling among them, feeding, playing with, and talking sweetly to the Pokemon. He found himself wondering if this was Fuji's work.

A breeze kicked up, and Randy lifted the collar of his sweater around his neck. Boy, glad I grabbed a turtleneck before coming here...

As he huddled against the cold of the changing seasons, he could already feel his mind starting to calm down. Still, he sighed for the hundredth time that day.

Why does it always have to come back to this?

Why can't I just... be me?

What do I have to do to be free of it?

Short of...

He didn't finish that thought.

He curled in on himself, tucking his head in his arms.

He sat like that until he heard the door open and approaching footsteps. Looking up, he craned his neck to see Mr. Fuji's face.

Here you are.

As Randy stood up, Fuji held out a hot mug of steaming tea. He gave Fuji a grateful smile as he took them. Thank you, Mr. Fuji.

The old man's face lit in a wide smile. Not a problem, my boy!

Randy looked down into the mug, smelling the inviting aroma, eager for it to cool.

Do you mind if I join you on your walk?

He looked up, startled by the request.

You struck me as having more you wanted to say. But if I'm wrong, feel free to tell me off.

Randy looked down at his drink, watching ripples shimmer on its surface.

He wasn't wrong... but...

If... If you want to, I guess... I don't feel like I'll be good company right now, though.

Maybe not. Fuji shrugged, and Randy noticed for the first time that he already had a jacket on. But what will be, will be. Nothing wrong with just taking a quiet walk around town, eh? And if you want me to leave at any time, just say the word!

~~~~~~

They perused the streets of Lavender Town, Randy taking in the sights of the unfamiliar location. He tried to ignore the Ghastlys and Haunters he saw hovering around, but shivered nonetheless.

I know this town doesn't have the friendliest atmosphere. Fuji gazed around, his face warm. It's home to me, but I know others can be turned off by it.

I'm just not fond of Ghost types...

The older man nodded, a solemn, knowing glint lighting his eyes. That's understandable.

They walked on in silence for a while, Randy now sipping on his drink occasionally. He closed his eyes and took in the scent of the lavender flowers planted throughout the town. Despite their sweetness, he still found them soothing.

In time, the walk came to be quite relaxing. Randy and Fuji started chatting about little things here and there.

They made their way to the dock-laden route south of the town. There they stopped to lean on a rail, watching waves bob leisurely on the ocean surface.

After a while in silence, Randy turned to his companion. I'm sorry you got wrapped up in my mess, Mr. Fuji. That's not fair to you. I hate dragging Akoya and Lav into it, let alone a stranger like you.

I'm sorry it's something you're going through. I never would've expected a Mew to have that kind of power, nor would I have thought of the effect it would have on one's psyche.

Yeah... It... It's been a journey...

He let out a deep breath.

Most of the time these days, I'm fine. I can ignore the doubts, if they pop up, and be the husband and father that they need... That I want to be.

I love them, with all my heart, and want nothing more than to be there for them...

But sometimes... sometimes I can't figure who I actually should be... Sometimes I feel like it's wrong for Randall to be here. Like it... should be Mo...

Mo was the one who should've made it out... Not Randall...

He looked down into the water, watching his shadowy reflection waver beneath his feet. Mr. Fuji's image, beside his own, appeared thoughtful.

We here in Lavender Town have saying for people like you, Randy.

Randy looked at the older man.

You were touched by the White Hand.

He raised an eyebrow. Uhhhh, what by the what now?

It's something we say about people who are, by all means, supposed to be dead, but somehow are not. Be it by a stroke of mad luck, fate, intervention by a higher being, a random miracle, what have you... Kind of like the personification of a second chance.

People here call that miracle force "The White Hand".

Okay... But why a hand?

I don't know why it's called that. As far as I know, it's an ancient legend that has devolved into a mere phrase for understanding the unknown. I have no idea if this "hand" is something to be taken literally or just as a metaphor.

Unfortunately, it has also been twisted into a joke that townsfolk will play on unsuspecting visitors. Claiming to see a white hand on their shoulders. Lav told me this morning that someone played it on her before I stumbled into her.

I prefer to see it as a force for good.

And I think anyone touched by it is meant to be here.

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Happy Thanksgiving, to those who celebrate today! ^w^

It was actually a coincidence that I ended up posting a "thankfulness" leaning part today of all days. Happy little accident~

[the-raven-lady]

a gift for @men-want-me-fish-fear-me !! it told me about its mpreg AU and got me thinking about the complications that would have for someone like Konrad

this one's a bit heavy on body image issues so please be in a good state of mind for this!!

please read the warnings!!

Character: Konrad Curze

Song Inspiration: Real Men - Mitski [YouTube] [Spotify] "Real men don't need other people / And real men suck it in / Real men don't flinch or bleed in public / Oh, I think I'm a real man."

Warnings: mpreg, pregnancy symptoms, self image issues, self-inflicted gore, lamenting dark realities, implication of potential non-con, mentions of infanticide

Word Count: 643

Konrad groaned as the weight shift nearly threw him off balance and crashing into the stones below. Had the nausea not been enough? Blackened nails and coarse fingertips drag over the sensitive flesh of his aching abdomen, the skin taut against the growing life beneath. The Night Haunter loathed his natural urges. Being bound to a biological clock beyond his control was one of the many gifts of his father that he would rather have ripped out long ago.

As if he hadn’t already tried. 

It was easy enough for him to sink his clawed finger tips deep into the putrid skin of his belly. The iron tang of blood spilled had only served to spur him on, ripping and tearing and pulling as the offending organ until it was nothing but fleshy pink viscera on the floor. How miserable it had been when it had not even taken a week for the gland to revive itself. The regenerative nature of primarch biology seemed to leave him no choice in the matter.

Righting himself on his perch, Konrad elected to take a break from his prowling to calm the waves of nausea washing over him. He would never get used to it. A zing of electricity shot up from his tailbone when he sat against the stone ledge, drawing a gasp from him, then several curses. He gently rubs the base of his spine to soothe the ache.

Konrad felt delicate. Every little action that he would normally perform without effort could prove to be too much on his pregnant body. Perhaps he would be fine with it if he chose when the urges to breed took him, but his genealogy couldn’t even grant him that. Throne save the next helpless serf that wandered in his path when it kicked in, for Konrad knew their chances of survival were slim at best. This was a part of his father’s great vision? Bouncing on the cock of passers-by then birthing sons into a legion of murders and scum? It infuriated the primarch to no end. His only saving grace was that he never seemed to inflate to the size of his expecting brothers, remaining more gaunt and lithe.

Perhaps if he were Guilliman or Fulgrim, he could try to find an ounce of pride in bringing a new life into the world. Maybe then, he would see a purpose to all of the lost meals, cramping, and searing pain of the birthing process. Maybe then he wouldn’t hate the changes to his body, losing the ability to bend and contort as he wished. Maybe then he would want to hold the boys as they came out and coo at them as his brothers did.

His legion would never be grateful for the effort he put in for them. He would spare all of his blood children the mercy of ever having to integrate into the Night Lords with a quick snap to the neck if they weren’t always taken from him so quickly. Darling of his brothers to chain him down each and every time he neared emergence after they discovered the fates of the first several cycles. Fulgrim had been mortified hearing about how Konrad had disposed of the newborns like waste.

The Imperial Palace was always quiet at this time of night, nobles and Astartes alike turning in by this hour. Only Custodians remained, silent watchers they were (at least they could mind their own business), and his brothers would rarely come to check in on him. Konrad let out a weary sigh and tucked his legs the best he could against his swollen belly, protecting the fetus within. Emotions threatened to boil over in his chest, and Konrad Curze had to choke back a tired sob.

Things would be much easier if he didn’t still love each of his sons anyway.

[mmani-e]

Another post! This time featuring what the antagonists for my AU might look like. While Akane and Nekomaru are locked in the rest is up to changes in the future. Kyoko and Celestia were put on a poll but the results I believe I didn't set up properly, so now I'm amending that somewhat. I drew both sets in these sketches, and when enough time has passed I'll set up another poll, properly this time on strawpoll.

As for some design explanations and lore you can check under the cut :)

Kyoko and Makoto I believe are pretty straightforward here, I gave Kyoko a neckerchief that goes pretty far down to give her that sort of upper class educated look, while Makoto I gave a smart little jacket. There's only so far you can go with the normal boy, but I also made his hair fluffier and nicer. His ahoge is there but it's normally combed back, and only springs to full life when he's in murder mode.

Kyoko joined her dad in leaving the tradition of detective work behind and entered the business world where she used her analytical mind to be the best damn stock investor in the world, while definitely something she excels at it's not something she finds particularly fulfilling.

Makoto is a wholesome, normal dude who loves writing books about wholesome stories with good endings, while his family was and still is normal, he was captured once by unscrupulous scientists wanting to explore Despair and its mysterious qualities. Makoto never gave in, but in his suffering developed an alter ego who was grimly invested in justice above all else.

Sparkling Justice is a night haunter, who exclusively goes around killing murderers and evildoers against Makoto's wishes. Choosing to right any injustice he sees in the world, allowing for happy endings for the victims, surely?

I went hard with celes and hifumi a long time ago in previous designs, so here they are with similar designs as I gave them before. Hifumi wears a suit vest, and a button-up underneath while still keeping his bag... which may or may not be more than just a simple bag...

Celestia was born a normal kid and absolutely hated that life, so when a relative of hers from Europe visited she begged them and her family to go with them and she did. She grew up exploring Europe, and would propose money-making schemes to her family abroad and would eventually be able to fund the glamorous lifestyle she always thought she deserved.

Hifumi is just a writer-focused version of himself, though with a particular love for action-romance novels and fiction rather than strictly heart-melting novels like Touko. He's a sweet boy but very weird and horny for Celestia, so he's completely useless around her. He's basically a tool... just like...

ROBO-JUSTICE is a serial killer known for their modus operandi of targeting particularly attractive and very mean women with hammers or blunt force trauma. This alter was formed after one particularly awful night of bullying resulting in Hifumi getting thrown into an abandoned industrial park and nearly dying from exposure to wires and sharp metal. Despite this though, it is almost entirely subservient to Celestia whenever it surfaces from Hifumi's mind.

Akane and Nekomaru I've already drawn before, but I think it'd be nice to give some of the backstory I've planned for them.

Akane is a well-meaning, brash, and reckless person whose freakish natural strength pairs with a luck that does everything except help her directly. Random and unpredictable, Akane desperately tries everything she can to get into extremely unpredictable and dangerous situation for her luck to grace those around her with the best outcome from her misfortune, even if it means hurting a lot of people in the process.

Nekomaru was inspired by the nonstop hard work he saw the nurses had to do when they were treating his heart condition. So inspired that he made it his solemn vow to join them whatever it took, leading him to become the ultimate nurse. He would, however, be the first of his classmates to fall to the despair of the mastermind, as his well-meaning nature drew him into a trap he could not predict.

For Rantaro and Tenko I took inspiration from M. Bison(Dictator) and Criss Angel specifically. These are the most experimental designs I have as you can tell, but I plan on working on them a lot.

Tenko's story involves her becoming the head of her little "dojo" and straight up turning it into a cult, with her as the ultimate supreme leader and the greatest fighter in the world.

Rantaro started off doing magic for her sisters, and got so good at making them happy that one of them introduced his magic act to the world through sites like youtube, causing him to become a sensation drooled over by millions of girls around the world.

[monstrsball]

it's been.... many months and i am back with another batch of pokemon teams in my hq pokemon au!

seijoh four edition

oikawa: ninetales, lucario, nidoking, emolga, mawile, sawsbuck

pokemon trainer, of course. his goal right now is to beat the current champion (ushijima) who he totally doesn't have a grudge against. he's challenged him once, and beat the elite four, and is currently preparing for another go at it.

he doesn't hate dragon type pokemon but he has developed an aversion to having any on his team because it was ushijima's advice to him when he lost against them. i also like to imagine this is a rivalry they've had since before ushijima became champion so it's not just... oikawa lost once and is salty forever now lol.

i did take types into account somewhat, at least defensively, but this is mostly just... vibes? pokemon i think oikawa would like having on his team and that i think suit him. lucario is because, like with suga and kageyama, i wanted him to have a pokemon that evolves with high friendship! a way to symbolize one of the things he's better than kageyama at in canon. i will fully admit that nidoking is me shoving in the 'grand king' thing. but!!! he suits him. emolga is simply because i remember getting really pissed off at trainers with emolga when i was playing pokemon white so naturally oikawa had to have one.

iwaizumi: arcanine, heracross, tyranitar, joltik, ceruledge, togedemaru

this is also just vibes... after giving oikawa a pikaclone i was like omg what if i gave iwa one too... <- arcanine and ninetales were already supposed to be their little counterpart pokemon. oh well they get two i guess. joltik and togedemaru are besties. joltik likes to sit on iwa's head.

tyranitar and arcanine were both iwa's first pokemon!! his big guys that he babies so much. this is according to oikawa. iwaizumi denies this. (but oikawa is right)

ceruledge is because... it's a knight and i think that suits iwaizumi for obvious reasons. and well. i don't like armarouge's design lol so ceruledge it is <3 and i love fire/ghost types.

as for his role in the au, he's just a trainer traveling with oikawa. they do double battles a lot. iwaizumi has all of the gym badges but hasn't pursued challenging the elite four, it's not necessarily something he has a lot of interest in. he likes entering tournaments though.

matsukawa: chandelure, haunter, bisharp, morpeko, grafaiai

first off, i have decided to give the seijoh four all pikaclones to mirror the karasuno third years all have eeveelutions hehe. i think it's cute :p and they ended up all being the dual types too which i think adds to it somehow... or at least differentiates them from the other characters i gave pikaclones to haha.

some ghost types because of what he does in canon! which might be what he's pursuing in this au too? or maybe he later decides to settle down in a haunted house to look after some ghost types... that could be cool. bisharp because i think he's cool. that's it.

(oikawa is not a big fan of his haunter because he messes with him a lot. <- guy who pokemon just like to mess with. see: suga's aipom)

hanamaki: dedenne, impidimp, maractus, mareanie

other than dedenne, i don't have much reasoning for these guys? just guys i think he would like. smaller team because i imagine, like matsukawa, he doesn't battle as much as iwaizumi and oikawa do. he does it for fun but that's about it. he's not really sure what it is he wants to do. he's still trying to figure that part out.

impidimp gets along pretty well with matsukawa's haunter. they both make oikawa's life worse.

[lavender-radio]

how is your gengar so small?

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I don't know, lemme ask her... Shortbread, anything to add? No?

--She's just blepping at the mic. Anyway, when I had her checked up at the nearest Pokemon Center-- the general consensus was that the smallness is due to premature evolution. To put it bluntly, whoever had her before evolved Shortbread from a Gastly to a Haunter and then almost immediately traded to evolve into a Gengar, with no time in between to get used to either form.

This goes against league regulations and can actually disqualify a Pokemon from competitive play in some regions. I hate to think that may have been why she was found just abandoned in town...

Ah, sorry, I didn't wanna bring the mood down. She's really a very happy, very mischievous little Gengar now, and despite the smallness hasn't had any other health complications.

--Oh, I just remembered this photo I took of the friends she made at Gengarcon 2022-- I'll share that when this transcript goes up tonight if anyone's interested.

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[lakesbian]

Outsourcing au thoughts because I don't have and don't want a fandom blog and your undersiders thoughts are nice

Anyway undersiders Pokemon au team themes/types

Taylor: While the obvious choice is bugs, thatz wrong she runs normal monotype, probably 2 set up sweepers with guts or guts equivalent, (staraptor and zangoose as two very common pokemon with flavor about punching up a stupid amount and being solitary as they grow stronger but stil seen as not much. Also zangoose bitter rivalry vs the knife snake). Buneary that never ever evolves because she received it as a gift from Emma and she sorta kinda hates it. Hisuian zoarark to lean into the half feral, rabid, violence from the outside looking in while actually utilizing trickery and plans to not get stomped into the ground. She barely scrapes by when her setup sweeps fail and has very little plan outside of that though <3. Unrelated but Danny has a komala that interacts with Taylor more than he does

Lisa: Poison/Psychic mashup. Leans status team with only a single heavy hitter in the form of either an alakazam or gothitelle. Probably runs a mirror coat+counter wobaffet. Other than that, she has a crobat she inherited from her brother. It bites her very often and she pretends not to notice while still letting it drink her blood because I love irony(metaphor? probably a metaphor). I want to give her poipolr because it seems fun but alas alternate dimensions

Alec: Slaking. This bothers Taylor. Also, a Shedinja that he gets later with Aisha's ninjask. Rotom that possesses whatever electronic would be the most inconvenient for everyone else, and a mawile. He only gets three at most though+that Shedinja because he doesn't have to take care of it. I was originally going to lean into the more fucked up fairy types like grimmsnarl, shiinotic, and the aforementioned mawile, but that seemed too consistent. Heartbreaker is a fairy type trainer though and Alec got the mawile from him

Brian: Some big ol guys. He has the most theoretically dependable and consistent team in a defensive sandstorm+hazard team. Gigalith to set up sandstorm, aggron or sand stream tyranitar as an ace, with a metang as a secondary attacker. Bronzong for screens. Either an orthworm or skarmory for hazards. The team loses effectiveness very quickly when someone sets up a different weather effect because he doesn't have a way to set up sandstorm again

Rachel: Dogs. Arcanine, stoutland, snubull, houndoom. These two aren't dogs but she also gets either an ursaluna of an obstagoon. She has the most type coverage of any of the undersiders and does very well against anyone she does battle, but the commodity nature of battles and overall softness of the universe in pokemon mean she should have the luxury to not the engage in violence, so she just runs a breeder+shelter somewhere on a ranch and never meets the undersiders except maybe Taylor looking at some puppies

Aisha: She doesn't have a consistent theme besides bright, attention grabbing, and probably fast. Confident about a noivern+Jolteon+a very very loud bronzong. Probably a ninjask. I then get significantly less confident about a haunter and mimikyu.

Lily: Escavalier. Let's then lean into the precision with a mienshao and medicham. That's all she has when first meeting the undersiders, but she gets a bisharp and hisuian litigant later. March has an accelgor and it's her pokemon that wants to skin suit lily's Escavalier due to the whole stealing armor thing that accelgor and Escavalier do. March is still stalkery but it takes the form of keeping her in a basement. Lily starts as a gym trainer, Legend's probably, and wants to run the league circuit, but no shows the tourney after the first match to hang out with Sabah

Sabah; Not a battler, doesn't go on a journey so does the whole pokemon civilian thing of only 1-2 pokemon. Those are a mimikyu she makes costumes for and an aradios.

this is entirely a 'dude. you could've just made your own post.' situation particularly because i know jackfuckall about pokemon, but my sweet friend scarf Does know about pokemon, so this is now Guest Answer Hour where i showed them the non-spoiler bits and outsource my responses from them. under a cut because the ask itself is already long enough

taylor: i can't legally repeat what they said about this one because it wasn't very nice but the gist of it boils down to "picking Not bug types for taylor is trying to be subversive for no reason, yes the bug-themed character would use bug-type pokemon, come the fuck on"

lisa: gothitelle is a good pick, she runs mind games & support pokemon because that's her role on the team. doesn't type-limit herself but does pick an aesthetically and functionally coherent team. aiming for the intimidation factor and then to pull the rug out beneath her opponents feet. also see this scarfnote

also the more that I think about it the more that I think Yeah Lisa would absolutely have perish trap as an option for her team. you kinda have to if you’re a gothitelle user I mean you don’t have to but since that’s the only good shadow tag pokemon it’s a nice option even if it’s not your main draw Lisa’s whole thing is that she, like Brian, does not have much firepower, but she’s incredibly perceptive/charismatic enough to trap you on the field and talk you into a corner until you’ve made your own bed and it’s too late to bounce back. perish trap is a team archetype that relies on smart positioning and stalling, both of which are things Lisa excels at

alec: trying to avoid the fucked up fairy types is again subversive for no reason. only has one pokemon because he's too lazy (read: chronically depressed) to take care of more, and it's a hatterene (googled 'fairy type' and went for the first aesthetically-pleasing result he saw). how well it meshes w/ him is a pleasant coincidence. he named it something really stupid to the point where people question if he even cares about it but it's his best friend and they cuddle together every night and also own matching pajamas. had some kind of tiny cute fairy pokemon before he left heartbreaker but couldn't take it w/ him when he left, subsequently memoryholed it forever

brian: i'm just gonna. quote them because i understand next to none of this

"extremely reliable and dependent" cannot work with a monotype/weather team im sorry but pigeonholing yourself into one theme only makes your weaknesses more apparent. Brian’s team would be one that primarily consists of pivot pokemon that can take/redirect hits so that his teammates can get in a safe position. pokemon with defensive abilities/type immunities/substitute/protect, etc. all of those would be the Most Consistent pokemon that can eat hits from opponents while allowing the other undersiders to set up safely. the only pokemon I agree with on your lineup is orthworm, because of the earth eater ability + shed tail. other pokemon would be gastrodon for storm drain, amoongus for powder immunity/spore/rage powder/regenerator. Brian’s pokemon are constantly switching in and out of battle, he does not have much in the means of firepower, but that’s okay because he doesn’t in canon either. AND gholdengo I literally wrote that and forgot to put it lmao. good as gold is an insane ability + ghost/steel typing is solid defensively. this would probably be his only avenue of offensive pressure with make it rain, but I can’t see him using it too too often as, like I said, he’s pivoting a lot. if he reads a status move incoming, he’s sending that thang out he would also probably have an intimidate user on hand since those work really well with switching teams, but I can’t think of a great one off the top of my head right now

also tacking on my own addendum that brian's deal is "guy who is trying so hard to LARP at being pragmatic and normal and responsible despite repeatedly making some sort of objectively batshit risky decisions" so he's 100% like. super dependable consistent team but with a bit of flair he repeatedly tries to pull off nuts-specific shit with. and also he runs that shit like the military

rachel: the scarf verdict is dogs. all dogs. all dogs and you are out of your mind if you think she has anything but dogs. this is her Thing even more than bugs are taylor's thing. most offense-heavy & aggressive team. has Literally Every Dog Pokemon. all of them. has an arcanine that used to be brian's but she was so fucking insufferable about criticizing his care of it that he just fuckin' gave it to her

aisha: theme is "most annoying little fucks humanly possible." Annoying Little Freaks Menagerie, just like she collects in canon w/ the heartbroken. bright and attention grabbing is...the opposite of what she does while fighting? so absolutely not that. impidimp (duh), sableye, approximately 13 phantumps, and one (1) shiny yamask that may or may not be her dead best friend. and yes, she does let it possess her sometimes for fun!

[kujabane]

Chapter 1: Memories

You only have a few moments in our galaxy to live. As soon as you are born, you have a set timer on how long you breathe. Destiny is real, it happens, it is inevitable. I used to hate that saying. I used to believe fate wasn’t real, and then everything, everywhere, all at once happened... I did not know how to handle it... I was but a girl, at the time. 

“Wait for me!” Hanna called, rushing after her friends as they jumped through the twisting alleys near the fishery, her footfalls much slower than the others as she sprinted after the street urchin boys. This was her home, where she was happiest, not in the mansion, not in the ideal clothes, and not in the rich company of the other men her father wished for her to converse with as heir to his business. She had no hate for her father, Lord Vissori. He was the ideal father. Well, as ideal one could get on Nostramo. He owned a substantial fishing empire in the city, offering affordable meals to those who had money, at the cost of dangerous jobs on the black seas of their cold world. Hanna was aware, but, it was just a way of life. There were monsters in the streets of the Hive City, and those were worse than the monsters under the seas. Something, however, drew Hanna to the streets, dressing as one of the young street urchins who were free to roam where they wished. They were free.

Hanna had yearned for that freedom, herself. And now, she had it, following Cyrion along the dark shadows, and struggling to keep up. The smog of the outside clogged her lungs, and made her sluggish, compared to the boys, who were so used to it. She wheezed as Cyrion zipped around a corner, out of sight, struggling to catch her breath.

The scream that followed seconds after Cyrion disappeared would haunt her. She ran as fast as she could, skirting around the corner to find her friend pinned by a massive figure. A Demigod. A son of the Night Haunter. Hanna felt her heart drop, her blood run cold as she stared up at the massive creature, his red helmet lenses staring into her eyes, unblinking, cold. Dread washed over her, as his grip tightened around Cyrion’s body, and he was held up in the air like a ragdoll, trying to bravely kick the large beast, boots clanging weakly against the Ceramite armor.

“W-wait!” Hanna called. “He hasn’t done anything wrong!” A plea that fell on deaf ears, as the giant turned away, dragging Cyrion with him. Hanna tried to sprint after the transhuman, hearing Cyrion pleading for help, only for cruel Nostramo not to care, the bustle of the city overtaking his sobs as Hanna could not keep up, left gasping, and sobbing.

Just like that, her best friend was gone... Another victim of what most on Nostramo ignorantly ignored. “Night Haunter... Have mercy...”

[the-consortium]

Excuse me. Mr Duco? What's your relationship between Herik? Is it like a love hate kinda deal?

A disbelieving, raucous laugh. It echoes from the atrium's soaring galleries and fades into the archways as if it doesn't know where to go. From higher up comes the startled rustle of small claws. Whatever lives in the unused, long-neglected palace rooms is not used to such outbursts of emotion and reacts with surprise.

Duco shakes his head once more, his laughter bubbling out, becoming a grating chuckle, and finally petering out altogether.

In the back of the lab, a door opens briefly. Light falls in and a dark silhouette can be made out. Duco just waves it off, not even bothering to answer. The door closes again, taking the light with it. The lab atrium itself is shrouded in semi-darkness. The Night Lord prefers to work with less light, which otherwise only hurts his eyes. Everything around him is shadows and towering black shapes, interspersed with the points of light from the medical equipment. A miniature version of one of the hive cities on Nostramo. It's not that he's homesick. No, it's perfectly fine for the Night Haunter to have blown up the wretched crap hole. Duco remembers the hard edges of light from the tumbling debris spinning in the last remnants of athmosphere. The tumor was completely removed.

Not that it helped his legion much. The cancer had long since metastasized.

Duco blinks in annoyance. Pushes aside the melancholy. Things have happened, you can't change them. Curze is dead, the Legion is shattered, and now what to say?

He leans against one of the tiled tables and begins to write in his methodical, choppy way.

"I don't think I have any relationship with Herik at all. Or at least nothing beyond the usual professional attachment. On the one hand, the Consortium is a very typical warband - us against the rest of the galaxy. But on the other hand, we are scientists and rivalry in any form is in our blood. Herik doesn't enjoy these fights and mostly avoids them by retreating to the planet where he conducts his experiments. There is nothing of interest there for anyone but him, so he has his peace there. I have a hunch that the Chief Apothecary is also storing something there that Herik is protecting for him - but that's not something I need to worry about.

But currently the Chief Apothecary has a project using Herik's expertise with avian creatures, and so Herik needs to stay on Urum. And for some reason, he's decided that I'm the least likely of all his colleagues to be a pain in the ass. So we spend work time together.

I don't mind. He's quite pleasant to deal with. Like all of Fulgrim's sons, he's a fucking diva, but that's occasionally amusing. He's damn good at what he does. But that's to be expected, of course. Nobody here is just mediocre in his field. Mediocrity does not survive on Urum.

It's safe to say that so far we haven't tried to kill each other. And by the standards of the Eye of Terror, that means we're practically married."

He chuckles again and sends the reply. Looks into the darkness of the high galleries and tilts his head. Listens for the creatures that move there and are way too easy prey.

[scrollofthoth]

Since it is Pride Month, we’re going to keep this fundraiser going just a little longer. We are just $120 short of our goal. Being a somewhat unique paranormal group, with the majority of our members being LGBTQ+, this means a lot to us.

[a-gastly-trio]

📼 (Damien)

(*The scene: Backstage in the auditorium, after school hours. The middle school theater group is taking a break from recital practice and talking amongst themselves on stage. However, behind the curtain, the backstage door thuds, and a few seconds later, a young Haunter phases through the door, with a young kricketot in tow. They are holding hands and suddenly push themselves against the wall as if hiding from something...*)

Kricketot (Name:???)

"A-are they gone?..."

Haunter (Damien)

"I think so... jeez those guys are persistent. But we should be safe here, the door locks from the inside!"

The kricketot nods, yet still looks around nervously. Damien grins, "Hey no worries, you're a band kid- you can be back here, but they can't~" he snickers at the thought of the bullies trying to enter the auditorium only to be reprimanded by the teachers keeping watch. The bug-type nods again, this time with a small smile.

The pair finally take a seat, catching their breath after running from the would-be assailants. The kricketot pauses before scooting closer to the ghost-type. Damien looks at him inquisitively.

"Surprised you're not scared of me." He says, patting the smaller teen on the shoulder, "Thanks for not runnin' away from me."

The bug-type shakes his head, "N-no, I should thank you for saving me, I mean... You're really kind." The boy shifts awkwardly, moving even closer to ghost kid. Damien blushes, slightly confused by the intentions of the other, however its not unwelcome. He puts his arm around the other, comforting.

"Hey, no problem! I hate those guys anywa-" Damien is swiftly cut off as the kricketot grabs him by the collar and plants a chaste kiss to his lips. The haunter freezes unsure how to react. He's never kissed anyone before, let alone a boy... and yet.

The kricketot pulls away, face flushed red like a cheri. Before Damien can say anything, the bug type jumps up to his feet.

"Sorry, I gotta go, b-bye!" And then he's gone.

Damien sits, pondering over everything that just happened. His face suddenly flushes and a small smile form's on his lips.

"That... felt nice." He murmurs, in a dream-like manner, and sighs, still smiling the whole time.

(*Scene ends.*)

[klhiers]

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[pickpetals]

REL. STILES STILINSKI + ANDROMEDA PRESLEY,

🌿                                          𝐢’𝐦  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.    she  wants  to  laugh  but  even  she  is  not  stupid  enough  to  pretend  she  wouldn’t  choke  a  sob  out  instead.    as  if  he  is  the  one  who  cannot  survive  without  this  setting,    without  the  acres  of  open  earth  and  air  and  sunlight.      (    she  is  the  parasite,    the  invasive  species  that  attempted  to  spread  beyond  its  jurisdiction.    this  is  simply  nature  falling  into  balance,    her  wrists  slapped  for  reaching  for  more  than  she  was  destined  for.    )      the  doomed  andromeda  once  again.    she  is  glad  at  least  her  predecessor  lived  and  loved,    was  not  left  to  that  rock  in  the  sea,    to  that  farmland  in  the  west.    she  will  never  leave,    will  become  the  new  town  witch,    the  hermit  and  haunter  of  the  farm  where  a  hopeful  and  beautiful  thing  had  once  lived.          “  —  i  want  you,    i  miss  you  so  badly  it’s  hard  to  breathe  sometimes  but  i  can’t  do  it  there.    we  tried  it.    i  tried  so  hard  to  —-  ”          to  not  need  soil  beneath  her  hands,    to  not  need  to  care  for  more  heartbeats  than  just  his,    to  not  be  withering  without  bending  her  element,    her  birthright  at  her  will  again.    the  words  halt  in  her  mouth.    andromeda  can  only  exhale  the  breath  the  words  would’ve  stolen.    she  stifles  a  breath  that  sounds  dangerously  close  to  shedding  tears.    

they  should’ve  done  this  years  ago.    they  were  naive  to  think  high  school’s  love  would  continue  into  adulthood.    they  were  not  people  whose  paths  bent  to  converge  and  stay  together.    he  is  excitable  ambition  and  she  is  the  hum  of  the  earth  on  a  warm  day.    he  was  always  going  to  leave  this  town  and  she  was  always  going  to  sink  into  it,    be  absorbed  by  it.      (    farmers  know  you  only  have  one  move  in  you.    the  energy  expended  to  relocate  a  farm  is  one  even  the  daughter  of  the  earth  does  not  want  to  endure  more  than  once.    beacon  hills  is  the  final  resting  place  of  the  presley  farm.    the  earth  is  not  a  rug  to  be  snatched  and  moved.     she  cannot.    )

    the  brakes  are  nowhere  to  be  found  in  her  chest.    she  begs  her  lips  to  stop.    she  cannot  preserve  her  dignity  with  silence.      “  i  can’t  choose  ‘tween  the  two  things  i  can’t  live  without.  ”          the  words  are  muttered  toward  the  dashboard  of  the  truck  rather  than  him,    unfocused  eyes  watching  the  red  of  someone’s  brake  light  shine  through  the  wet  windshield.    her  chest  is  concaving,    closing  in  on  itself  more  and  more  as  the  seconds  tick  on  and  he  sits  before  her.    she  sighs,    looking  at  him  one  last  time,    voice  weary  as  if  she’s  been  awake  for  thirteen  godforsaken  sleepless  nights.          “  go.    you  know  how  much  i  hate  bein’  late.    have  a  safe  flight,    darlin’.  ”

we tried it, a damning sentence that doesn't indicate any want to try it again. there's no admittance that maybe it wasn't done right, maybe they just didn't communicate well, maybe it was the wrong timing. instead, it's said with a sense of finality that leaves stiles no room to argue with or protest against. all that he's left to do is sit and let his mind wander as to what they tried and failed at. their relationship? the demanding nature of his job? happiness? there's too much left up to interpretation. his hands knot at his sides and he swallows through a tight throat, blinking harshly. ❝ right, ❞ he somehow musters, his knuckles beginning to turn white from the pressure of his nails into his palm.

goodbyes were never his strong suit. in fact, each one made him wish he never said hello in the first place. he looks over at her, no longer trying to conceal the tears that begin to burn from the suppression. ❝ but you are choosing. you can just say that, annie. ❞ he lets out an exhale that makes his lips puff out and a vibration noise sounds, his head shaking as he allows himself one last lingering glance. ❝ yeah. i'll see you around. ❞ he almost, almost, leans in to kiss her, but finds his feet on the pavement and the door shutting behind him before he can make the move.

when he exits the airport again, it's not at his destination. he's met with the same trees, the same weather, and the same sun shining on his skin. the difference is, now he's even more shit out of luck than he was before. his phone is held to his ear while he tries his father for the fourth time since they announced the weather delays, but it's slowly lowered to his side when his eyes fall on another similarity. he had probably been inside for an hour attempting to get it sorted, but annie's truck sat idling in the same spot that it had been before. shoving his phone back into the pocket of his jeans, he approaches the vehicle that he had just abandoned with slow steps and raps his knuckles against the window gently, waving a hand in a beyond awkward greeting.

@appleyed