#hey how good of a typing is ghost/steel

[springlock-suits]

I think in a Pokémon au William and Henry wouldn't be trainers at all (at least at the start of the story) n be more like non-trainers or low level characters who just have 1 or 2

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x ghost x price :)

2.7k words

tw: teacher-student scenario again, just for the sake of the porn. also, DP. first time writing it, so be NICE!

big thanks to @waves-against-a-cliff for reading what i won't

You sat on Professor Riley's lap after class, his rigid length smearing precum in between your soft, bare thighs as he fucked them. His large hands curled around your waist, long fingers creating tiny dents where he dug them into the supple flesh.

His breath warmed the delicate skin of your throat, as pants escaped his lips. You deliberately pressed your legs closer together— hoping that it provided enough amount of friction for him to finish.

You need this extra credit, after all.

Ghost inhaled sharply when you did, the grip he had on you almost painful.

"Fuckin' hell." His rich groan resonated in your chest. The gusset of your knickers was damp with arousal, both yours and his. The languid drag of his cock against your clothed pussy was so tantalizing, your core ached to be filled.

You were about to urge him to forget intercrural sex— to undress and fuck you already when a sharp knock on the door cuts through the fog in your head; a sudden rush of clarity pouring over you like a bucket of ice-cold water.

Shit.

Your back straightens at the interruption and quickly move to get off of Ghost's lap when he wraps an arm around your middle, keeping you firmly in place. A strangled noise claws up your throat. He cannot be serious.

"Come in," he calls out.

"No. No no no, you can't— you'll be fired, I'll be expelled, Professor Riley, please—" your voice warbles in your panic. His hold on you is as strong as steel, leaving no room for escape or resistance. You're helpless as the doors creep open and Professor Price steps in.

Of course, it's the most pretentious asshole teacher in existence.

"Hey, Riley, have you gotten the ema—" he trails off. His striking blue eyes flick down to your legs. Or more precisely, to what's still in between them fully erect.

"I was unaware you were busy with a...student." The sound of his footsteps draws closer. "Is this what you call detention?" Price leans on the desk with his hip, eyes never straying from you.

Ghost stifles a laugh. "Ask a better question, Price."

Heat licks up your jaw and cheeks when he resumes his thrusting as if there isn't another whole grown man in the room— one who can potentially ruin both his career and your collegiate one.

"Like what, Riley? Want me to ask if I can get a taste?" You look at Price and notice that his eyes are dark, limpid blue rings around the edges— knuckles stained white with how tightly he's clenching his hands. "You've never been a sharing type."

"Well, this sweet toy of mine loves being shared, doesn't she?" Swiftly, Ghost lifts you, his manhood now nestled against the curve of your back. His clever fingers move to your covered center, and draw featherlight circles on your hood, right above your clit. A whimper falls from your lips at the feeling.

"Answer him, pet. Tell Price ya don't mind gettin' this pretty pussy licked by him." He presses down on your bundle of nerves firmly with the pad of his thumb when you take a second too long to answer.

"I, I don't," you hiss when he rubs, "d-don't mind." Ghost gives your cunt a gentle tap.

"Don't mind what?" You swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

"I don't mind getting my pussy licked by Professor Price." His teeth tenderly graze the shell of your ear, followed by a small nip.

"Good girl," he mutters into your hair. Then directs his attention to Price, who's biting his bottom lip— the look he's giving you making your head swim. "She answered, so get down here or get out," he commands.

Ghost clasps his hands under your thighs and lifts until your feet rest flat above his knees. He hooks a finger into the sodden fabric of your knickers and drags it to the side, baring your glistening slit to the cold air of the room, erupting your heated skin in goosebumps. "On your knees, old man, unless they're too creaky to handle this."

Price's lip curls with unveiled amusement. "I was simply admirin' the view, Riley. Don't get your pants in a twist." He lowers himself to the floor smoothly until he's kneeled within inches of your exposed sex.

His prickly beard tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and his mouth is warm and wet as his tongue slides between your folds.

Another former industry giant devouring your passion with the hunger of a starved man at a lavish feast. Each stroke of his tongue spreads the warmth in your stomach, a pressure slowly rising, building—

"Sit her on you," Price mouths against your cunt.

When you find yourself wedged between two burly men, there's not much you can do except surrender to their wishes. That means being lowered onto Ghost— instinctively closing your eyes as you savor the stretch and biting the inside of your gummy cheek at the mildly uncomfortable burn.

Gravity does most of the work as you sink into him in one gentle stroke.

And without reprieve, Price dives right back in. The dull ache from where Ghost's tip presses into the plug of your womb, to the pleasure coming from the attention given to your swollen bundle of nerves.

An intoxicating mix of bliss with pain furling at the edges.

It's so good, teetering on the edge of too much, but when Price sucks lightly on your clit, your body seizes. You scrabble to grab his dark brown hair, blunt nails biting into his scalp as your shatter around Ghost's cock and Price's mouth.

Ecstasy pulses through you like the steady beat of your heart, white-hot euphoria coursing through your veins. There's a ringing in your ears, shrill and deafening, and your breathing comes in ragged pants as you come down from your high.

Your face glistens with sweat as droplets trickle down your temples, hair plastered to your forehead.

Jesus.

Price lapped at the arousal that dripped down Ghost's length, softly groaning at the taste before giving you a wolfish grin behind his coarse facial hair that was damp with your desire.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he murmurs.

You relax the tight hold you have on his hair as he tenderly kisses where you and Ghost are joined.

Ghost nudges your ear with his nose, and his deep voice rolls over you like a wave. "Greedy little cunt jus' about cut off my circulation, pet." He shifts under you, sliding even deeper than before, a hiss escaping from behind your teeth.

"I think Price is feelin' a little left out, don't you?" With a shaky nod and a quiet mhm, you feel his lips press against the side of your neck.

"Think you can take us both?" It feels more like a warning of what's to come than a genuine question. The idea of being stuffed by both of them sends a thrill up your back.

Price sits back on his haunches, palming himself from outside his trousers. "Think so, sweetheart?" He rises to his feet and promptly sweeps away everything from the wooden desk, scattering them across the floor. Taking a seat on the desk, he positions himself comfortably, his legs slightly bent and his feet firmly touching the ground. How unfair.

With a hand, Price beckons you to him.

Your legs tremble almost comically after having them in such an unnatural position for so long; tingling when you finally stretch them out in front of you. Ghost's hands at your waist help you stand, wincing when he pulls out of you unceremoniously.

Under his breath, he apologizes and gently nudges you towards Price by pressing his hand on your shoulder blades. "Go on, it's rude to keep him waiting." You're then guided forward as warm hands wrap around your biceps, leading you to stand in front of Price.

You drag your eyes from his down to his groin, where his erection is confined behind the strained zipper. Suddenly, Ghost's toned arms surround you, his hands eagerly reaching for the button on the front. "Lemme help ya out, love."

In seconds, Price's heavy manhood bobs as it springs out, ruddy tip hitting just below his navel. Simon firmly grabs your hand and swiftly turns it, exposing your palm. Without warning, he shamelessly spits on it before wrapping it around Price.

A guttural noise escapes him when you squeeze the thick of it tightly. He bucks his hips in a deliberate rhythm— taking hold of your wrist, ensuring your hand remains in position as he continues to thrust upwards until his cock is slick with his precum.

You can't help but rub your thighs together in hopes of getting some of the friction you're desperate for.

"Not gonna come already, are ya Price? We haven't even gotten started." Ghost ignores his scoff, rapping his knuckles on the desk. "Knickers off and climb up, pet."

You hastily tear off your smallclothes, shucking them to the side with your foot before hopping up on the desk, one leg at a time. Price steadies you with his hands on your waist. As you straddle him, your muscles ignite with a satisfying burn as they adjust the expanse of his thighs.

His voice is soft, gentle even, when he whispers into your ear. "Good?" You gasp sharply when Ghost spanks your arsecheeks before nodding at Price. "Jus' like we practiced, yeah?"

Yeah, just like you practiced. The plug you had to wear throughout the week whenever they both weren't tearing you in half should be more than enough prep. You hope.

Ghost taps the side of your thigh. "Cockwarm him while I get this perfect arse ready."

The stretch is intense as you lower yourself on Price— his cock thicker than Ghost's just not as long— it pushes the air out of your lungs. He bites his lip til it reddens, his eyes fixed onto where he disappears inside of you, fingers digging into the meat of your waist.

Your eyes flutter closed when he finally bottoms out, his girth splitting your swollen walls apart mercilessly.

God, he feels so good.

And then the sting of one thick, lubed finger pressing into your tight ring of muscle smothers some of that pleasure.

"Hey, hey. Look at me." Price tips your chin up with his hand, your eyes meeting his. "Good. Breathe for me, sweetheart." He leans forward to place open-mouthed prickly kisses on your neck. "Breathe, love. You've already taken us before. You did beautifully then, and you'll do beautifully now."

He distracts you from the discomfort by suckling on your skin, leaving red little love bites behind. Then, a second finger, so much bigger than your own. Price hisses sympathetically when you do— a tiny whimper coming from the back of your throat.

This time it's Ghost that breathes into your ear. "Doin' so good f'me."

Then he works a third finger in, and your back arches at the jolt of pain that licks up your spine.

Words of praise fall upon your ears, syrupy and saccharine, dulling the ache. He scissors and stretches gingerly, as he's always done. Ghost takes his time, curling his fingers inside— a slow and steady in and out that eventually has you clamping around Price.

He sucks in a breath through his teeth when you do. "So bloody tight."

"Alrigh' Price." Ghost takes you by the hips and cants them forward slightly, a cry falling from your lips at the change in angle. "Hold her open f'me."

He does just that; rough, worn hands spreading you open almost embarrassingly. There's a hot and heavy weight tapping your arse once, thrice— and then there's a blunt pressure pushing into your other much smaller hole. Your spine bows at the thick invasion, it burns, it throbs, but smart fingers find your neglected pearl and start to circle it.

The pain is merely physical, it can be overcome. Focus on the touch on your clit, focus on the hands that hold you, the heat that radiates from both of them. The harsh breathing of the man behind you as he fights to keep himself from fucking himself into you unfettered. Strained noises spilled from Price's parted lips as he felt your channel constrict, your sex beginning to get slick with your desire.

Ghost hilts, leaning forward until his barrel chest hits your back, a strangled groan coming from him. You felt unbearably full, about to tear at the bloody seams. Every single nerve from your navel down to the tips of your toes was on fire. You felt a throbbing sensation radiating from the back of your skull.

It was scalding hot, searing. The thin membrane that separated them felt stretched beyond its limit.

"Y'okay?" You can't even tell who asked you that past the rushing of blood that's in your ears. Your head feels too heavy on your shoulders, letting it lull forward until your forehead rests on Price's collarbone.

Ghost's chest vibrates as he speaks, the low rumble sinking into your skin, warming you from the inside. "Breathe for us, love. Deep in, slow out."

Right.

You remember what Price had said the very first time they fucked you. 'Breathing helps to process any pain and supports the nervous system.'

As you inhale deeply, your lungs expand to the point where you can feel a twinge of discomfort. But as you exhale, the tension in your body melts, your muscles gradually slackening.

Ghost undulates his hips once languidly, and while the ache flared back to life, below that was the pleasure you've become well acquainted with, desperately clawing its way to the surface.

A moan slips out of you unbidden.

"Perfect. So fuckin' perfect." Price's praise makes you dig your fingers into his broad shoulders, nails biting into his skin.

Then you're lifted by two sets of hands— one on your hips, the other on the underside of your thighs and brought back down. Fuck.

"Tha's it, love. Takin' us both so well," Ghost murmurs. When you begin to mewl, a clear sign of pleasure, Price plants his feet on the floor, and snaps his hips up. Black spots dot your vision, a euphoria shooting through your veins.

God, you hope your hips hold out.

They begin to move in tandem, one pushing in completely, while the other pulls out until just an inch stays inside.

It's sublime, obscene squelching coming from both your front and back. Once your body gives in to their assault, everything starts to blur at the edges, from your sight to your thoughts. You melt in their hands, softening under their touch as they take their pleasure from you.

They begin to fuck you in earnest, breath punched out of you with every thrust, and when Ghost takes control by grabbing a fistful of your hair, it sends waves of something through your stomach. The loud whine that comes from you is filthy.

"Always meltin' into a puddle over a firm hand, pet. Isn't tha' right?" He asks you as if you could even dream of answering. Your tongue is heavy in your dry mouth, and throat like sandpaper.

"Ready to make Price come? Choke his cock with tha' vice-like cunt, love. Wrench it outta him, take every drop of his cum, and then take mine."

Who are you to disobey such an edict?

The snarl Price lets out is animalistic when you squeeze him snugly, his thrusts turn jarring as he swells and stills— twitching inside of you, warmth pooling in your belly.

Only to realize that Ghost finished simultaneously.

There's a joke in there somewhere, about a couple finishing together, but you've been thoroughly fucked stupid.

Cut.

Simon takes you home— his home, and soaks you in a warm, bubble bath that smells like something he shouldn't have.

"I bough' it for you," he hums.

His callused palms knead into your sore calf muscles, hand making its way down to press into the arch of your foot.

"Don't go makin' those noises, love."

Eventually, you address the elephant in the room, and his answer makes your pulse race. "Gotta create a soft safe place f'you to land after somethin' tha' intense. Ya need to wind down, catch your breath."

He says it so casually as if it was common sense.

"Here. Drink your water." The bottle in your hands is room temperature, just how you like it.

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦

Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is. Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me- Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details! Y/N: No! Gaz: Like- König! Would you- Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me! Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*

— (Dick mention + a woman’s experience of a dude making gross comments. It’s funny I swear-) Fem!medic!Y/N: most of the time, people are pretty nice and sometimes impressed when when I bring up I’m a medical professional. Other times…eh.. Soap: Eh? Y/N: Sometimes you get conspiracy theorists. Soap: Ohhhh… Y/N: Some evangelists, gross dudes. Gaz: Gross dudes? What’s the worst you’ve heard? Ghost, sipping a whiskey: This outta be good. Y/N: Uh, once I told this man hitting on me I was a field doctor? He said, and I quote. “Been awhile since my last check up, mind checking me for ball cancer.” And I- Gaz: WHAT Soap: YOU’RE KIDDING Y/N: I am not. I just- I walked away. Price: Fuckin’ hell. Y/N: It’s fine. He got shot in the dick next mission, ended up with a male doctor. Ghost: Karma at its best.

- Graves: Oh FUCK YOU Y/N: Tsk, oooo…you don’t have enough money for that. Soap: HAHA!

- Soap, drunk: Back Street’s back, alright! Do do do do- Gaz, drunk on Price’ shoulders: Dodooodo- Price: Simon, get your boy. Ghost: *picking Soap up by his belt, carrying him like a bag* Yes sir.

- Recruit: When you gonna stop giving me blue balls? Gaz: Whoa hey!- Y/N: Aight, I got my steel toes on. How bout we make’em black and blue? Recruit: I- Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’ve already turned you down, get a hint. Word of advice? Rather than shoot for the stars, maybe shoot your shot in your lower bracket, yeah? Recruit: Gaz: Someone get a fire extinguisher, this dudes been burned. Soap: On it. *sprays recruit with fire extinguisher*

- Soap: Nice onesie, does it come in men’s? Gaz, in his pyjamas: I think you cum enough in men for the all of us. Soap: ACK- Ghost: *slides out of the room*

- Ghost: Have you ever considered, just once, using your brain first? Soap: Now why would I do that?

- (Insert random name I HC for Laswell’s wife) Kate, after being in a bad explosion and ending up in this hospital: My wife, she’ll get upset if she sees you rubbing me like that on my chest. Diana: I am your wife. Kate …. Diana: :) Heart rate monitor: BEEPBEEPBEEPBE- Kate Hi. Diana: Hehe, hi. Gaz, in the corner: Oh to be in love. Soap: This is disgusting, why can’t I have this? >:,( Gaz: Cause your type in men is awful. Soap: Hey!

- Y/N: *walks into common room* Hello, I am very upset. I feel a meltdown coming on and you are all buff men, so I would like to request being picked up and held like a baby for a short period of time, please. Soap: Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Y/N: Nope. König: ….*slowly approaches and picks Y/N up from under their arms* Y/N, clinging to him like a koala and hiding in his shoulder: Thank you, I appreciate you. König: *awkward back pat*

- König: :) Y/N: Bloopbloopbloopbloop- Horagi: Y/N! Y/N: What? Horagi: Tha-That is our colo-that is a dangerous man! Y/N: He’s not a dangerous man! Horagi: What are y- Y/N: We’re bloopin’! Bloopbloopbloop- König: -w-

- Price: Kid, I need you to- Gaz & Y/N: *dancing like they don’t have jobs to do* Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: That’s what’s up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: I’m in love! Price: AHEM Gaz: Oh shit- Y/N: HEEEYY captaaaaiinn, what’s uuupp ahaha… Price: *sigh*

- (Based on; Me if COD was real. Deadass. Full serious. I am not kidding) Gaz: So have you met the Captain yet? Y/N: No. Gaz: Are you nervous? Y/N: No no, I have a firm belief that they’re just people. Obviously I’ll respect him as a superior but that’s nnnnnnnnwho the hell is that? Y/N: *fucking breaking their neck* Gaz: Oh- Nope. No no, THAT is Captain. Don’t think about it. Y/N: I’m thinking about it. Gaz: That’s not allowed. Y/N: Ive done worse for less, if he asks I’m sucking it, you can’t stop me. Gaz: Jesus Bloody Christ- Y/N: Tell him to call me when he’s on leave. Gaz: Stop-

- König: *walks in* Ghost: ?? Soap: Oh, hey! Gaz: Y’a need somethi- König: *picks up Y/N under his arm while humming, leaving the room* König: I love stealing, I love taking things!~ Ghost: What the f-

- Colonel!König: I’m 42 so, I don’t- Y/N: YOU’RE 42?! Colonel!König: Yeah. Y/N: …it’s okay no one has to know babygirl~ König: NEIN! Nein, don’t call me babygirl!-

- (Based on this awful Gaz outfit I saw on Twitter) MILF!Y/N: *doing paperwork* Gaz: Would you date me? Y/N: Baby we couldn’t even get a drink together. You can’t buy me nothin. Gaz: What do you mean? :( Y/N: Look at your outfit! What are you wearing? Gaz: I think I look pretty fly. Y/N: For who, your mom? Gaz: :((

- Gaz: STOP DATING MY CAPTAIN Y/N: ….you know what, I’m gonna start dating him even harder. Gaz: What’s that supposed to mean? Y/N: You know what it means.

- MILF!Y/N: *shoving apple juice into a cart* They gon’ need nutrition. Laswell: How many kids do you have? MILF!Y/N: Eleven! Laswell: So I’m assuming your kids really like apple juice? MILF!Y/N: No but they looove orange juice but they’ve been bad this week. Laswell: What grade are your kids in? MILF!Y/N: Sixteenth grade. Laswell: PFFT Sixteenth- that’s not even a grade! So your kids graduated college? MILF!Y/N: No they, they- …where are my kids?

- (Her “kids” on the other side of the store) Price: Boys please- Gaz: I AM NOT LOSING! Soap, in a fuckin’ headlock with him: Yes you fuckin’ are!! Ghost: *slipping cookies under his mask, he did not pay for them* König: *looking for a fruity snack* Horagi: *grabbing as many packs of spicy chips as he can* Alejandro: This is a disgrace. *holding up frozen burritos* Rudy: These are worse. *motions to frozen tamales* Alex: Did you know you can use coke as rust remover? Farah: …and you want to drink it??

- Y/N: So. Kyle. Gaz, already afraid: …yes? Y/N: I found some of your old playlists… Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: You an emo? Gaz: I was a SCENE as a teenager, get it right.

[karlachismylife]

Juju's Masterlist

god i love how they look at each other when i place pictures like this

Figured this might be needed! As I am planning to spam-reblog so much cool stuff...

Hi, I'm Juju (or Juju Starr more formally XD), 22 yo and in this blog I primarly write things on the rarepair I came up with, Karlach (Baldur's Gate 3) x Soap (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, reboot trilogy by default).

However, I also write things in both these fandoms with other characters, different ships (including other ships with Karlach and Soap), poly ships, x reader and x OC. There are NSFW ones and I will be checking every blog interacting with them, so minors and ageless blogs DNI, please.

Requests are open! Send in anything <3

*also I have no idea if I'm using the word blurb right, feel free to correct!

The masterlist itself is under the cut!

First mention of Karlach x Soap (a little overview of the ship dynamic)

I Might Have A Type (a post mentioning how the ship was born, trust me, there's concrete evidence of them being compatible)

All things Karlach x Soap (thoughts, fics, little ideas and concepts - simply sorted by hashtag)

Karlach x Soap fics

Morning Routine (blurb, fluff, 238 words) - Karlach, Soap and shaving

Birds of a Feather (blurb, fluff, 271 words) - Karlach and her dynamic with task force 141

They're Horny (blurb, smutty (NSFW), 228 words) - Karlach is horny and Soap is horny, but there's a difference (there's not)

Explosive Love (blurb, fluff, 105 words) - what it's like when you have a demolitions expert and a walking bomb on your team

Not Fair (blurb, angst, 457 words) - Soap is there when Karlach breaks down after the death of a certain bastard

Restless Fingers (blurb, fluff, 130 words) - one word: fidgeting

Scar Twinsies (blurb, fluff, 245 words) - surviving Hell and blowing shit up leaves similar marks

Practice Makes Perfect (oneshot, fluff, 932 words) - something from Soap's weaponry catches Karlach's eye and he does not miss an opportunity for a date

Tactic Tactile Affections (headcanons, fluff, 764 words) - it's not just about kissing and fucking!

Baby Fever (blurb, fluff, 260 words) - can you imagine their babies tho (C)

Is It Visual Stimming or Is He A Romantic? (oneshot, fluff, 945 words) - something about smouldering coal is just so mesmerizing... what are you looking at, Johnny?

Hey Skullboy (blurb, fluff w/angst, 467 words) - Karlach shares with Ghost not only his sergeant, but also trauma

Solar Eclipse mini-series (2 parts)

Total Eclipse of the Heart (mini, fluff w/angst, 1286 words) - dog tags can be so many things, learns Karlach when she spots an unfamilar piece of jewelry among other alien things Soap brought from his world (part 1) Worshipping the Sun (mini, fluffy smut (NSFW), 4201 words) - solar eclipse is beautiful, thinks Johnny when he looks at his circular dogtags blocking out the glowing light of Karlach's engine. He wouldn't mind seeing a thousand of those as soon as he gets a chance to make the little steel plates bounce on her chest (part 2)

Introductions (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 105 words) - what Soap would call Karlach in modern!AU

Two of Us Wearing Raincoats (headcanons, fluff, partially suggestive, partially modern!AU, 2855 words) - requested domestic fluff, a lot of it!

Love Texting (blurb, fluff, modern!AU, 96 words) - what their texting looks like (Karlach is illiterate, Soap is Soap)

(Be)longing (blurb, suggestive fluff, 190 words) - Johnny and collars, am I right?

Bath Time (blurb, fluff, 246 words) - sharing a bath to save time

Good Night And Joy Be To You All (oneshot, angst or hurt/comfort with hopeful ending, 1233 words) - Karlach finds Johnny standing on the edge of a cliff and knows all too well what it's like to miss your home

Afterglow Kisses (drabble, fluff, 646 words) - they make love, they kiss with love, they are in love

Karlach x Ghoap (Ghost x Soap) fics

Package Deal (blurb, fluff, 135 words) - tame one golden retriever, get one free

None Are Free Until (blurb/idea, angst w/fluff, modern!AU, 558 words) - anarchist!Karlach and everything complicated because of that

All The Leaves Are Brown (oneshot, fluff with a bit of hurt/comfort, modern!AU, 1463 words) - anarchist!Karlach, Soap and Ghost in the face of impending cold of the autumn

Call of Duty fics

Random Characters Assortment

Their favourite body part/touch headcanons (Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Nikolai, König, Valeria blurbs, fluff, partially suggestive, no use if Y/N gn!reader-insert, can be read as character x character too, 1367 words) - their favourite way to touch you and such

Task Force 141 Ensemble

Their reaction to you playing datesim games (individual oneshots, fluff, partially suggestive (NSFW), no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 5073 words) - how do they find out and what do they think?

You're a character in their favourite game (individual blurbs, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 786 words) - how do they approach you in-game?

The Queen of the Clan || Series masterlist (hyena shapeshifter!AU, no use of Y/N fem!chubby!reader-insert) - when you decide to shake up your life a bit and partake in a trip with a documentary crew, you have no idea that meeting an unnaturally friendly hyena and have it mark your backpack would be only the beginning of weird things to come. Whatever will you do when a leaderless clan of four male hyenas chooses you as their matriarch?

You're having a bad time after sex (individual oneshots for every man + poly 141, hurt/comfort, NSFW, dark themes, no use of Y/N gn!chubby/fat!reader-insert, 7351 words) - due to hormonal withdrawal after sex you spiral into a severe episode of self-loathing and body image issues, but you have someone to comfort you

You got sick (individual drabbles for every man + poly!hyena!141, fluff, partially suggestive (NSFW), sickfic, no use of Y/N gn!sick!reader-insert, 1834 words) - their rection if you got sick

You have chronic illness (poly 141 headcanons, fluff, sickfic, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2388 words) - the way they care for you if you have chronic illness

Mini force 141 headcanons (poly mini 141 headcanons, silly fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1104 words) - what if task force 141, but reaaaal smol? (Inspired by a tiktok)

Task force 141 VS head massager thingy (individual drabbles for every man + poly!hyena!141, fluff, tiniest bit suggestive, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1038 words) - their complicated relathionship with the head massager

Thoughts on task force 141 and weed (individual headcanons, 748 words) - my limited perception of the topic

Task force 141 VS cute puppies (individual headcanons, fluff, 628 words) - if they need to take care of puppies, what's their approach?

Task force 141 VS raccoons (individual drabbles, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2265 words) - how do they deal with raccoons that come to your home?

Task force 141 carving Halloween pumpkins (individual drabbles, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 2425 words) - what's their technique when it comes to creating Jack-o'-lanterns?

Forehead kisses (individual headcanons, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 569 words) - them giving you forehead kisses

Soap

Rushed (blurb, fluff, 78 words) - what some consider rushed, Johnny considers almost too late

Mohawk Appreciation Time (blurb, fluff, mentioned Karlach x Soap but Soap-centred, 249 words) - I do not condone calling his mohawk stupid unless it's fully affectionate!

Emotional Support Dog (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1132 words) - when you're struggling with work-related stress, Johnny's there for support

I'm In Love 100 Times (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 485 words) - when you look at Soap, you almost choke on your love for him, but he's there to rescue

Don't You Forget About Me (oneshot, silly fluff, no use of Y/N fem!reader-insert (reader is Soap's mother), 1208 words) - your son is a troublemaker, but he's a good boy (and you're just as stubborn as him)

Masochistic Kid With a Split Lip (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!sergeant!reader-insert, 1106 words) - Soap gets messed up on a mission, but he's just as irresistable

Fear Of the Depth (blurb co-created with @killerpancakeburger, kinda hurt/comfort or a little angst, mentioned Soap x reader but Soap-centred, 334 words) - what would Soap's one fear be?

Elevator Story (blurb/irl storytime that is very Soap-coded, fluff I guess, 277 words) - a story from my real life that was just too good to not tell

Gratitude From The Top (Of His Lungs) (oneshot, short smut, no use of Y/N gn!bottom!reader-insert, 569 words) - sometimes Soap whimpers when you let him finish inside

Gratitude From The Bottom (Of His Heart) (oneshot, short smut, no use of Y/N gn!top!reader-insert, 639 words) - sometimes Soap whimpers when you finish inside

Ghost

Now They Ain't Got a Prayer (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!military!reader-insert, 1479 words) - after a mission goes not like planned, there's a heavy feeling in the air, but there's something even heavier in your chest

Flutter Into the Skies (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N fem!girly!reader-insert, 1277 words) - Simon is being a menace while you're trying to get ready for a friend's wedding, but you have your ways to take revenge

And We Just Disagree (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 900 words) - arguments are an unpleasant, but unavoidable part of life, and good thing you and Simon can resolve them well

Chains Of Love (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 929 words) - dating Simon Riley wasn't an easy job, but an honest talk might save you from falling off this tiring swing

Wanting To Hold You (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reder-insert, 1534 words) - Simon is a menace, so why can't you be a menace too, just to put him in his place for once?

People Are Strange (oneshot, no use of Y/N afab!reader/self-insert, 2917 words) - you're in your own artistic world when someone who says he's your neighbour knocks on your door (this is very-very my self-insert)

Gaz

I Need a Hero (oneshot, fluf, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 538 words) - Kyle is finally getting a medal and you're just happy for your man

Come On Baby, Light My Fire (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!civilian!reader-insert, 887 words) - you finally get to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night, with Kyle by your side no less

Temptation When I Look At You (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader, 2229 words) - going out with friends for a board game even turns into you poorly executing your flirtint skills and... scoring a date?

Price

I Need My Love To Be Here (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N fem!reader-insert, 715 words) - while your husband is away, you daughter is being a little troublemaker. But you're both good enough girls to recieve a special gift!

Valeria

Desnuda Tu Mente (oneshot, suggestive, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1015 words) - your life depends on the will of her blade, and you're absolutely thrilled by it

Ghoap (Ghost x Soap)

Help! (blurb, fluff, 213 words) - thoughts on Simon Riley and The Beatles

Fem!Ghoap mini-series

Wrestle Ye (oneshot/blurb, fluff, 751 words) - what would fem!ghoap be like and how would they fall in love? (Spoiler: with a bang) No Woman Left Dirty (oneshot, suggestive fluff, 1192 words) - how does Soap find her way into Ghost's apartment? And why does hair length matter?

Nikprice (Nikolai x Price)

Sleepy (blurb co-created with @devil-in-hiding, fluff, partially suggestive, no use of Y/N fem!mom!reader-insert, 498 words) - waking up on rainy mornings is hard, especially you have the weight of responsibilities for your baby and home on your shoulders. Unless there's someone to share the burden...

Hesh

Standing For Something (oneshot, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 660 words) - getting ambushed and shot isn't exactly pleasant, but your Lieutenant is a good man and makes everything a little better

Baldur's Gate fics

Dammon

Forged Under the Stars (oneshot, fluff, no use of Y/N gn!reader-insert, 1157 words) - at the Tiefling Party Dammon comes over to sit with you under the stars

will be re-working this thing

[ivymarquis]

The B.A.G. Coalition

Did I use one of my work breaks on my 14hr shift to write this? Yes, yes I did. I also took time out of my day to make sure my introduction to the COD MWII fandom was a crack!fic despite promising angst with Ghost and simping from Price. Both of which are still coming.

Tags; platonic 141 + Reader, crack fic, drinking, weaponization of barrack bunnies, dunking on Graves.

I don’t know how the military works and I don’t care to learn.

You try really, really hard to not fixate too much on the whole being a woman in the boy’s club thing because you’ll drive yourself insane if you do.

You’re good at your job, you’re not getting preferential treatment, and all is right in the world. Your team was cautious, gauging your capabilities but ultimately warming up to you and welcoming you into the fold.

A mission planned with 141 and Shadow company means that Graves is a tolerated interloper into the group.

Everyone is settled into a booth in the corner of a pub near base, a few drinks in as the night wears on. You are finally feeling settled in and like your feet are firmly underneath you and you’re no longer treading water, watching your back as the other 141 assess you.

And it’s the exact moment when Graves asks “Are you seeing anybody?” that you realize you’ve girlbossed entirely too close to the fucking sun.

The table’s reaction is immediate. Your “I beg your pardon?” is muffled by Ghost’s “Sod off, Graves,” Soap’s “She’s been fucking drinking” and Gaz shooting him a look while Price clears his throat with a pointed “Commander?”

Good to know your team has your back because what the fuck.

“Not like that,” you’re not entirely certain if he’s back peddling or being genuine, “I don’t know what it is but none of the women around this base date. It’s like pulling teeth.”

“Really?” Gaz asks. “I haven’t been having any issues.”

Your eyebrow arches, reaching for your drink as you realize there’s not enough alcohol in the world for this conversation. “Yeah no ever since the B.A.G. Coalition was formed, you’re gonna have to download Tinder or something, Commander” You speak without thinking, a look of horror dawning on you that the alcohol has loosened your lips a little too much. Well, shit.

“The what?” Graves asks incredulously.

You panic, reflex having you turn towards Price. “Please get me out of here,” you plead with him.

“Oh no can do, Sergeant.”

You cling to your glass like a buoy. “I’ve said too much,” you whisper.

“What the hell is the B.A.G. Coalition?” Graves asks again.

Taking a long draught of your drink, you steel yourself for both this conversation and the potential wrath of the bunnies now the open secret was out.

“Have you… noticed how the barrack bunnies don’t have anything to do with you?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Guess I never bothered to worry about it. Not like they’re hard to find,”

That last sentence had some teeth to it that you did not appreciate. Especially coming from a man who’s managed to piss off an entire base of them. “Hey now, I love the bunnies, you gotta be nice to them,” you admonish before remembering yourself and quickly adding a “Sir”.

The alcohol has your mind drifting away from the question at hand and going slightly to the left- still focused on the bunnies, but no longer directly leading to the coalition.

“They do important work and make my life easier when some guy is being obnoxious and won’t leave me alone,” you elaborate. “Also most of them are really nice and I don’t blame them for having a type and staying focused on it. I admire the commitment and tenacity.”

“Wait who was bothering you?” Price would hone in on that part.

“No one anymore, after I weaponized one of the bunnies and pointed her in his direction.”

“You…. Weaponized a barrack bunny?” Soap sounded out the idea, clearly having some image of a tactical assault bunny in mind.

“Yes I did. It was absolutely incredible. Poor guy never saw her coming- it was like watching a lioness take down a wounded gazelle.”

“A bunny battalion,” Gaz sighs into his drink, his pupils damn near in the shape of hearts at whatever image his brain was conjuring.

“What the fuck do barrack bunnies have to do with this coalition you’re talking about,” Graves tries to redirect the question.

Shit. Right.

Like, you get why he’s confused. From his perspective at least. Tall, blonde, conventionally attractive with a southern drawl most girls would go gaga over, not to mention the commander of Shadow Company. He should be having women chase him from all over. And here he was with no bitches and getting zero play.

And yet none of those attributes were actually indicative of him like… being a good person. Graves soured you like 3 day old sweet tea. There was something both saccharine and bitter about him all wrapped together even if you didn’t know for sure what the problem was.

“You did something to piss off the bunnies. I don’t know what and frankly I'm afraid to ask. Like, I thought maybe some supreme pick me bunny would rise from the ranks and make her move anyway but they have made a united front. It is both impressive and terrifying,” you’ve got just enough alcohol in your system that fuck it, let’s tell a superior officer a little something about himself that he clearly doesn’t know. “And the rest of us noticed. So it slowed the not-bunnies rolls too.”

There’s a beat of silence before the lightbulb clicks in Ghost’s head and he is busting out laughing. You don’t think you’ve heard him ever make that much noise even when he’s grousing out orders.

Gaz is the next one for the lightbulb to go off, verbalizing what B.A.G. stood for to a stupified Commander (and equally stunned Soap and Price).

“It’s Bunnies Against Graves!”

[almost-correct-quotes]

dion & kane as lyrics... 2

bc i've, like, doubled the length of the playlist since i originally posted it lmao

Dion: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy

Hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem

Dion: Banks - Lincoln

I said I don’t know what to do anymore As if I knew what to do before I can fuck up almost anything

I don’t think that I would exactly call it love But it’s dripping down my consciousness As you’re slipping down my lungs

Dion: My Greatest Ache - Broken at Best

Quick, think of anything Just as hurtful, just to hurt you As long as I get the last word in I win

You act like you're perfect A medium for peace But please, I see right through you You're as bitter as me And you said that I'm heartless Oh, but I loved you once

Dion: Halloween - Noah Kahan

But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in And the bridges have long since been burnt The ash of the home that I started the fire in It starts to return to the Earth I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address I know that you'll come if you want It's not Halloween, but the ghost you dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt, yes, it knows how to haunt

(pre-series) Dion: Runaway Kids - HARBOUR

Where we're from You know I hate this town And one by one I'm gonna burn these buildings down Let's head for the sun And we'll avoid this drought

Kane: Bones Don't Rust - The Mountain Goats

Never any call for a lone wolf You have to learn to go with the flow But they can find a use for a scarecrow Depending on your stomach for crows Always gonna need a little muscle If you prove yourself worthy of trust Your bones don't rust

Work on just a couple hours' rest Your bones don't rust They stay hard as diamonds They cut through steel

Always on the edge of collapse now Absolutely nobody cares But everybody loves a professional Not a single track in the dust Your bones don't rust

Kane: Aqua Regia - Sleep Token

The perfect start to a perfect war Putting down the roses, picking up the sword

Well, my past is a holy book A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook Between the pain and the way you look I'm stuck in a time where the mountains shook

Kane: Keep Me In the Open - Gang of Youths

I don’t know if I blame you for being so distant But I’m tryna be real with you, and God, it’s been a hell of a week And I just wanna relate to you in a true way If it means being here with you, then hey, I am trying to be I’ll always struggle to think of you in a harsh way I know that it’s weird but I still see you for the human beneath I wish that I was in love with your endless bullshit But I’m a "heart in the gutter" type, asleep on a stranger's knee I’m getting used to the sleepless hours from sundown The terrible dreams that lead me inward to terrible truths But in my blood, some electric holy yearning Carries an impulse to get shit-faced on you

Dion: No Children - The Mountain Goats

And I hope when you think of me years down the line You can't find one good thing to say And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out You'd stay the hell out of my way

Game Shows Touch Our Lives - The Mountain Goats

I held on to you with a desperate strength With everything, with everything in me

People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends?

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 26- Part 1

So, first thing's first- getting the team back in order, since we no longer need to focus on fighting Ghost-types exclusively. Like so-

In all honesty, I was thinking of putting Wulfrum on the team, I mean having a Steel-type would be pretty good for a lot of situations. The problem is I don't know who I would switch out. 

Riptide isn't going anywhere as the partner, Crater’s Fire/Ground-typing is super useful for a lot of things, and Kirin is my only answer to Fighting-types as well as a Ghost immunity. As for Prong, she only just evolved and is a good answer to Flying- and Psychic-types, what with STAB and all…not to mention how deadly she can be. Now, you may think I should switch out Glare, I mean Bloom is also a Poison-type so he would fill a similar niche, yes? No, actually- Bloom's only Poison-type move move right now is Toxic, which is a status move, whereas Glare has Acid Spray as well as a host of utility stuff- Intimidate, Glare™, Screech. However, Bloom fills several roles of his own as a Grass-type- Rock-types that Riptide can't deal with, Water-types that Prong can't deal with, etc.

In other words, at the moment, I think I've struck a decent balance with my current team. If I swap one of them out with Wulfrum, I'll gain some advantages, but I'll lose out on other advantages that I'm not sure I want to lose out on right now. So, Wulfrum remains in the PC for right now.

Additionally, I swapped Bloom’s Rose Incense with the Big Root to improve survivability when he uses Giga Drain (besides, with his stats and Growth, the damage output itself isn't really a concern). As for Prong, I gave her an Insect Plate- though it's not my first idea for an item to give her, there are others I'd prefer, but I don't have any of those other items just yet, so an extra Bug damage boost it is, at least for right now.

Now then! Time to rush back to Peridot Ward and the Underground Railnet with all the panic and horror befitting someone who just watched a bunch of kids get kidnapped by terrorists!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Oh hey Cain, that was quick, I wasn't expecting to see you until Peridot Ward proper.

Yes indeed, and are we…gonna tell Cain how we knew? Or is he just gonna have to come to his own conclusions?

“Not alone”? That's an interesting way of wording that, but I don't see what he thinks the police are gonna do about it.

Oh!! Amaria!! She’s alive (for now, if those power plant screens were any indication), she survived Rhodochrine too, great!

Hm, interesting- what's she looking up on Google over there?

That's what she threw to him? I thought it was her pendant or something.

A little data chip thing, huh…? Hey, wait- was it the data chip Corey said he hid on the Ruby Ring? But Heather had the ring, and she was totally out of it, so how did Anna get a hold of it?

MAGICIAN JUMPSCARE?? WHAT-

That's…oh, hold on a second, I think I know what's going on here. Sirius said in the last chapter that something happened to Ace after Rhodochrine, right? They must've gotten fired after losing the last PULSE Tangrowth, and they didn't take that too well, so…turncoat time! Maybe. Seems like Team Meteor would do more than just firing someone, but…who knows.

Yeah, hold on, I'm with Cain- what? It wasn't because of what happened to the PULSE? What's this all about now? I'm listening, throw that tea at me, I can handle it-

Next

[pokefossilclub]

Hey! Dreepy man! Thanks so much for the help!

I am nearing my travelling date back home, so I wanted to ask for ideas on what Pokemon I should get for my second brother.

He used to be a photographer and used to travel the world, but now he's an editor for a channel and last time I heard he wasn't... doing so well mentally. In that he doesn't necessarily take care of himself that well. He barely goes outside and he's mainly editing for the company that he's working for. So I wanted to at least give a Pokemon that'll give him at least some boost in morale.

I'm not sure on where to start, but I do know it needs to be one of those pokemon that will only tolerate one person and ONLY one person (in our home we have a ranch of Pokemon but our parents are taking care of em, not my brother), I want a Pokemon that will only depend on my brother, forcing him to get out of his room and enrich the Pokemon. I honestly might get him an egg so it can imprint onto my brother if that's the case?

I also don't necessarily want something... too demanding, something that he'll reject completely from the get-go from how hard it is to take care of so... any thoughts on what Pokemon I should get him?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your brother's struggles! Having a Pokemon to look after has been well-proved to help with motivation and 'getting out there', but you're right that not just any will do!

I would be perhaps wary of getting him an egg, I'm afraid, simply because if you are afraid of him deciding caring for a Pokemon is too much effort, well, freshly-hatched Pokemon require more care than an already mature individual, and an egg as an object can be harder to bond with directly than a creature with a face that can easily respond to you, so it runs the risk that he could decide to get rid of it before it hatches and he bonds! A younger Pokemon in general, however, may be a fine idea.

If you think your brother would appreciate something cute, a Vulpix could be a good option- either Kantonian or Alolan, depending on if he prefers warm or cold! They are cuddly, intelligent creatures who bond tightly with trainers, and they require regular exercise and benefit greatly from socialisation- but their care needs are not too complex, they are popular enough both as battling Pokemon and as pets that food and equipment for them is easily accessible, and they are unlikely to be so clingy that receiving care from others when necessary would be difficult. Skitty would be another similar option, without having to do any Fire-type proofing or minimise cuddles in cold weather- the Normal-type is popular as pets for a reason! However they are very high-energy, and if your brother struggles with that he may find it more annoying than endearing! Delcatty, their evolved form, would remove that potential problem, but if not bonded with early or as a Skitty they can be very independent in a way that could be counterproductive.

Should your brother not appreciate cute so much, or prefer something more unusual, I could suggest Shuppet. They are emotivores, meaning they eat emotions, usually negative ones, and it has been reported that this can help people suffering from mental illness get a better grip on emotions that could otherwise be overwhelming. They are also very sweet and social, and do not require very much bodily care, being Ghost-types. However, they may not get him out much, and if too many Shuppet feed on one singular person, that person's emotions can easily be deadened beyond what is helpful. Another non-overtly-cute option might be a Steel-type such as Klefki or Klink. Klefki are surprisingly social and intelligent little creatures, and he might find interest in collecting keys for them to keep. Klink are, despite their appearances, very curious, and love to find new things and places to interact with, trying to fit themselves and various objects into and around each other! Steel-type care is not always intuitive to newcomers, given many of them are not mammals like humans are, but there are plenty of guides out there (I can give recommendations if requested) and, at least for the two I've named, is really not that complicated!

I wish your brother good recovery from his mental health diffculties, and I hope this gives you a notion what might help him out!

[crystalelemental]

Sync Pair Retrospective - New Years 2023

Last year, the New Years alts were leaked somehow, and I was personally really excited by the decisions made. It feels like New Years always lands on at least one really good inclusion. That year, it was two. But, now that it's been a year, how are they doing overall?

New Years Lisia Lisia is a candidate for the most unfortunate character in this game. Her base form sucks so badly that she's the only pair who is made weaker by the presence of zone. Her New Years alt aimed to fix this, making her an excellent damage dealer for Fairy type, and a rare physical one to boot! Giga Impact Fairy Shift is the Hyper Beam equivalent, and those are always in style. So great, she's gonna be amazing, right?

Well she should be, but no Zone support. Wally wasn't a good match. That's fine, we'll wait for the next. Oh, SS Hau has it, but is entirely specially inclined? Well okay, eventually they'll...oh, we're getting a third already, and SS Mina is also specially inclined? Well hey, that's fine, field effects are old hat anyway, now we're all about rebuffs which...also went to a specially focused support. At least eggmon Sylveon is there?

Lisia cannot catch a break. Every other Fairy type around her has received buff after buff after buff, and Lisia has stagnated completely in time. Her situation is downright depressing. To make her life worse, her designation as one of the only Physical Fairy type options was severely challenged by the inclusion of an F2P pair, BP Valerie, who can actually sync nuke comparably while on-type. So unlike, say, Raihan, who has merit due to Steel-weak Glacia, Lisia is not in a comparable boat.

Lisia's life sucks. She's maintaining as a good overall pair because high BP moves like this will literally always be in style. But it's hard to consider her exceptional, so much as flatly alright. At the very least, few pairs are as difficult to work with, given the unreasonable amount of Fairy support that all skewed special. I hate it.

New Years Dawn Dawn, on the other hand, is hilarious. Initially, everyone dunked on her because the kit seemed bad, but then we got to learn about what Extra Special Ghost Damage does, and that tune changed quick. Dawn has good damage potential, and a stellar sync, backed by some nice tanking potential. Evade tanking is risky, but her rapid debuffing of Atk and ability to hit other stats is divine. Her doubling of stat boosts is an ongoing blessing, as supports with a +4/+2 focus like Penny actually work for her, and Spectrier's TM becomes wildly powerful.

Dawn's trouble is that, despite her abilities, she remains heavily reliant on support. She can't get away with cheaper options, she needs heavy support. Her debuffs are also random, which limits her overall effectiveness with others despite how useful many of her traits are. Evade tanking is inconsistent, as is her MPR on trainer move, and her confuse status.

It's weird, because I do really like this pair, but I honestly never use her. I feel like something just always holds her back. I could not tell you what. Maybe it's a gauge thing? Maybe I just need to use her offensively more often. Whatever the case, Dawn's kit has merit that I just don't see a ton of use for.

Final Thoughts Like many New Years pairs, I think Lisia and Dawn are middling. They're not strictly bad, in the same way that NY Lance still has really good Flying damage if supported, or NY Sabrina can still Endure tank. But New Years never really excels, and that trend seems to be continuing. Oh well. At least the alts look good.

[is-the-pokemon-video-cute]

Hello! I know you specialise in ghost types (right?) but I was hoping to get some tips on how to care for a ‘mon I recently adopted.

See, last week I was taking a stroll around town and I heard this noise in an alleyway. And I got curious so I looked, and there was a Pokémon there! A Pawniard. It was all alone, and it was raining, and I thought “hey, rain’s not good for steel types, right?” And long story short I ended up bringing it home with me after a quick trip to a pokecenter. As it turns out this Pawniard doesn’t have appear to have a trainer, so I’ve been kind of taking care of it (I got some instructions from nurse joy), but the thing is…

I’ve never had a Pokémon before! And I’ve never really learned much about steel or dark types! Do you have any tips on how to take care of it, and bond with it..?

I do specialize in ghost types!

Steel types aren't actually weak to water! The little one likely would've been fine... But if the pawniard openly accepted you taking them in, there is a more upsetting possibility... That this was an abandoned mon. Wild mon, especially dark types, will not accept humans picking them up. You would have gotten stabbed as soon as you get within three feet. But this little one accepting you means it was likely already acquainted with humans. And unfortunately, this happens very often with dark and ghost types... The stigma against them often leads to them being released back into the wild when they're not prepared for that.

I'm glad you took the pawniard in. Despite the stereotypes of them, the mon is not naturally aggressive. They can be tricky to train, and have a natural penchant for mischief, but as long as you give them proper enrichment, they will love you for it and be gentle with you.

I'm glad you talked with the pokecenter for advice, and I will give you the best tips I can.

Pawniard have a tendency to ignore their injuries, so you're gonna wanna keep a close eye on them and make sure they're not hiding any pain.

They are very concerned with keeping their blades sharp and clean. Helping them sharpen their blades and polish them will be a great bonding experience for you two!

Simple steel type pokekibble will work for them. They're not picky eaters. You do need to keep an eye out for them nibbling on any other metals in your house. Also, don't be worried if they seem to go a while without eating. All you need to do is keep their bowl fed once a day, and they'll eat when they're hungry.

Bathing them is simple. A basic metal polish weekly will do fine.

Also, if you're worried about their blades slicing thing, there are special gloves you can buy for them to put over their hand blades! You may need to order them online if they're not in your town pokecenter.

Good luck with your new little mon! Pawniard are fiesty, but incredibly loyal once they accept you.

[mirroredranger]

‘Flashback’!

"Everyone in position?"

"Spencer here, affirmative for myself and Murph."

"Affirmative for Aria."

"Affirmative for Lind."

When the radio went quiet, Valerie pressed the talk button on her styler. "Affirmative for Valerie."

"Affirmative for Elita and Chris," followed up behind Valerie's words.

Another silence went through the radio. The red haired ranger took a glance at the Pokemon with her, a rotom and a ludicolo.

"Good. Stick to the plan."

"Just got word from Freddie at the base, he's reported seeing a helicopter head for the Sekra Mountains."

"They probably think that we're onto them. Valerie, Aria, don't let them get away. Remember, wait for Styler's signal."

At the reminder, Valerie focused on the rotom. Styler let out a low buzz, letting Valerie know that they were watching. Now, Valerie looked at the Ludicolo. The Pokemon mirrored her determined look, understanding her focus through the bond they had.

The radio was silent. It felt like Valerie had to strain to hear the water dripping from the stalagtites over the beating of her heart. Any moment and she could hear it. Any moment. The rumble of Diglett underground competed with the zubat seeking a roost overhead. Any moment.

A foot step.

There it was. Valerie felt the zap of Styler's electric field as she pushed the ghost back. Not yet, not yet. Acting too soon would mean a bottleneck. And acting too late would let them get away.

"Ugh, why don't we just take the plane from the dock?"

"Because, imbecile, Rangers would chase us on Dragonite when we cross the region. And you know what Dragonite know?"

"Uh, twister?"

"Yeah, but Hyper Beam! Hyper Beam means we go kaboooom! Kasploooosh! I doubt they'd care if there were Pokemon on board or not, they'd take us down. Heck, I bet it'll be a ranger who uses Hyper Beam on a human first!"

"Will you two shut up?! This is how rangers are going to find us," the third man in the group finally spoke. Valerie felt the rumble of a laugh in her throat. "Make sure your Pokemon are quiet, and just fucking walk!'

Now Valerie could see the Pokemon from her position. She could see at least four sprigatito with muzzles and anti speak collars cramped into one cage. Another had two distinct "piles" in it, the unusual colored porygon Silph had confirmed had gone missing. And there were still more cages that each person's rolling carts carried.

"Wait, what's stopping them from kabooming us as we leave?"

"Dragonite are slower in the cold, we'll get a head start."

"And why our plane and not the others?"

"You ever notice that big fucking R we put on everything?!"

"I said shut up!" The third man was yelling again. "You two can yell on the big fucking Rocket plane, not here!"

It was quiet again. Valerie was waiting for them to take a few more steps. Slowly, she moved her fingers from Styler's electrical field. A nod confirmed it was time. Go.

Zipping free from her grasp, the rotom flew in between all three men clad in black.

"Hey, what-"

The sentence wasn't finished as Styler let out a huge discharge of electricity. In his spasms, the largest man knocked over one of the cages.

"Hariyama! Fighting assist!"

Following the soprano voice coming from the opposite direction came a hariyama, the fighting type scooping up the second largest member of the group in a tight bewear hug.

The last person looked between his two fallen colleagues, then to the path to the north. It looked like an escape! He bolted that way! What followed was a scream and a "thud". Valerie got close enough to the trio to find the third person pinned to the ground by a hissing Skarmory. Following the steel type was a woman with violet hair, garbed in a heavy, white ranger uniform.

"All three of you, good job." She lifted her styler up to her face. "Joel, Spencer, it looks like it was just these three. I'm sending Chris to investigate the chopper up north. He might find that plane they were talking about."

"Affirmative, Elita. I'll get a Dragonite in case they take off."

"Roger that, Spencer. Joel, you still might want to get here. There's too many Pokemon to take care of in one trip."

As Elita was finishing up with the base leaders, Valerie picked up one of the fallen cages. The Pokemon inside hissed and tackled the side. "Shshsh. It's okay." It's okay little-" Valerie lifted the cage up more to see the Pokemon inside. "Aria, can you get your browser up? I don't recognize this one."

[pokemonastro]

#Page2Book1 #PokemonAstros

Birthday Hurtday

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2013, 10:30AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cool, Breezy, Sunny Skies

North MoonCrest Pokecenter

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Rotom: "Your Machoman has leved up to 7."

Andrew waited at the pokestop with Machoman clutched at his knee and Raven roosting on his head.

The bus came and Andrew entered the bus.

The bus driver demanded $1 fare.

Andrew didn't have any, he didn't bring his wallet, he remembers only grabbing his keys and pokegear.

Andrew: "If i beat you in a pokemon battle, will you let me on the bus? i didn't bring cash with me."

Bus Driver Sid: "How embarrassing. Hey everyone, this guy wants to battle me for a ride. You want to watch him get defeated by my Orthworms? You're on!"

Andrew: "Bet!"

Bus Driver Sid came off the bus and 5 people on the bus watched from inside.

Andrew walked off into the field nearby and faced against Sid when he got far enough.

Their rotoms synced and called to battle:

Sidneys rotom showed 3 healthy pokeballs at level 10.

Andrews rotom showed 1 healthy pokeball at level 7 and one weak pokeball at level 16.

Sid: "Go! Sid Jr!"

Sid unleashed an Orthworm the Paldean steel worm pokemon.

Andrew released Machoman.

Sid: "Jr! Use dig!"

Sid jr. used Dig and burrowed underground.

Andrew swapped out Machoman for Raven.

Sid Jr. used dig and attacked from below.

Raven was unaffected flying in the air.

Andrew: "Raven use nightshade."

Raven used nightshade and it hardly effected jr.

Sid: "Jr. Use iron tail."

Sid jr used iron tail and missed.

Andrew: "Raven use Dark pulse."

Raven used dark pulse and Sid jr flinched.

Sid kept using Iron tail but also kept missing, it was too slow for Raven.

Raven went for STAB kept using Dark pulse. It eventually made Sid jr feint.

Rotom: "Raven learned XP"

Sid: "Kid, i tell you what, i dont want to battle no more. You win. I gotta bus schedule to attend to. Take any seat."

Andrew rode the bus to the bus station for free.

Before Andrew got off, the bus driver sid gave Andrew 5$ for winning the battle.

Andrew waited at the bus station for his bus that leads to a street near his brothers cabin.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2013, 10:43AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Warm, Clear, Sunny Skies

Bus Station Downtown

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Another pokemon trainer approached Andrew.

Stranger: "Hi, im Sophia, a ghost pokemon trainer. I sense your Aura from far away. It's very dark... or so i thought. You're carrying a dark pokemon with you, aren't you? Can i see it?"

Andrew without hesitation unleashed Raven.

Sophia: "Yes, its eyes are red, this is a shadow pokemon, experiment by team rocket. I have a purifying vaccine you can use, if you'd like."

Andrew: "Sure...Sophia. Thanks."

Sophia cured Raven.

Rotom: "Raven leveled up to 17. It wants to learn the move mudslap. Should it learn this new move? Which move would you like to suppress."

Andrew: "Forget Peck."

Rotom: "Raven suppressed peck and learned Mudslap."

Andrew: "Thank you so much."

Sophia: "Actually im sorry. Your pokemon thrived on the dark energy being a dark type pokemon, i believe it was better off not purified."

Andrew: "Thanks?"

Sophia: "Sorry. I do this alot. I always hope the team rocket experiment fails but no, its always an improvement, on dark types atleast. Here, take this egg with you. It's from a Calvada Tyranitar."

Andrew: "You're giving me this egg because you experimented on my pokemon?"

Sophia: "Yes."

Andrew: "Good enough for me."

Andrew carried the egg in his pokebag.

Andrew: "My names Andrew btw, im 18, Decis Elkhorn.

Sophia: "Oh todays your birthday? Here, have this other gift."

Sophia gave Andrew a TM, it was fairy move Eros Arrow. He put the TM disc in his pokebag."

Andrew: "Who are you? Do you gift people things all the time?"

Sophia: "Yes. I live across the station, in an apartment up in the building. Perhaps you can come in and let me read your poke tarot cards."

Andrew: "No thanks, i have to wait for my ride home."

Sophia: "It'll only take a minute."

Andrew: "Come back here with your cards, read them on the bench for me."

Sophia: "I have them in my pokepurse. My apartment is more blessed. Blessed environment blessed card pulls."

Sophia took out her cards and waved them in the air towards the sun as she blessed them.

She kissed the deck box and smacked it on Andrews head and lifted it again.

Sophia: "The cards have an important message to tell you."

Andrew: "Let them speak."

Sophia drew the 1st Card: "Fortune upside with a picture of gimmighoul"

Sophia: "Do you know what it means?"

Andrew: "Yes, but tell me any ways."

Sophia: "It means opportunities await if you make the right timing and dedication and seek out what feels right around you. You might find a fortune or a gift this week."

Andrew: "Next Card

Sophia: "Libra Upside with a picture of Bronzong, It means you seek balance and improvement in your life and those around you. You may attract good luck and receive blessings."

Sophia pulled another card: "Seven of Swords upside down with a picture of Agislash. This means you need to stop taking advantage of those around you and put your manipulative skills to better use and helping those close to you."

Andrew: "Old astrology is weird, That reminds me. I got a message from my parents. Rotom, read dad's message."

Rotom: "Dad said: 'Hey son, I'm sorry i couldn't be there for your birthday but i have some bad news. Your mother has been put in a coma by a strange cosmic pokemon but she will be fine, our advance technology can sustain her for a very long time. Here's a picture of the pokemon that attacked her, stay away from it, it lurks in the ocean next to Calvada. In groups, these Water/Cosmic pokemon fly to the moon on dark nights. They fly in groups in case they have an encounter with Rayquaza or other strong cosmic pokemon. Anyways i sent you a gift, load it up in your locker."

Rotom displayed the picture:

Andrew: "Rotom reply with: 'You should send moms body to a pokeseeker, they have legendary type pokemon, maybe one of em has Cresselia and she could wake up mom. Cresselia is found in the Sinnoh region'"

Rotom: "Message sent."

Sophia: "I'm sorry about your mom. But a pokeseeker does sound interesting, tell me more, I may look like a 70 year old woman but im actually 22. I was cursed by a group of Time pokemon, aged me pretty badly. If you find me a time pokemon and catch it, i will reward you with something valuable. take care."

Andrew registers Sophia on his pokedex.

Andrew looks down the parking way and back at Sophia and she was gone, but the bus pulled in right on time.

He paid his fare and sat down.

The bus took him home which would be a 45 minute walk.

He got off the pokestop and walked along the road in the secluded woods.

A moving shadow caught his eye, it was a Braviary flying above him.

It Screeched and kept on flying.

Andrew hurried to his cabin.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2023, 11:02AM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Warm, Breezy, Patchy Skies

Marek's Cabin

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Ange: "Lin, I'm home."

Linda: "Did you hear about Mom?"

Ange: "Yeah, dad texted me."

Linda: "He called me a while ago."

Ange: "What he say?"

Linda: "That she's talking in her sleep, she shows signs of brain activity."

Ange: "Okay that's good. What have you been up to?"

Linda: "Gardening with Rey my Roserade. Planting 3 of my budews. They will have to gather so much sun before the summer, early autumn ends."

Ange: "Thats nice."

Linda: "I heard some howlings in the woods so i came rushing inside."

Ange: "You're funny."

Linda: "The wood's are scary! After i get a Job, we're moving the hxll out of here and closer to downtown."

Ange: "Oh cool. Wouldn't big bro be disappointed tho?"

Linda: "Not at all."

Linda peered out the window and saw an Elkhorn howling.

Linda: "Andrew, come quick, its an Elkhorn, in our yard! On your birthday!"

Andrew: "I should go catch it!"

Linda: "Are you crazy! it can poison you!"

I'll use my Honchkrow Raven to feint and hate me, making torment stronger when it learns it.

Andrew rushes out back.

Andrew: "Go raven! Dark pulse!"

Raven flew above the elkhorn uses dark pulse emanating from its wing flaps.

The elkhorn flinched at the tried to flee away almost like a missing glitch.

Andrew threw a pokeball to catch it and failed.

Andrew then summoned Machoman from his pokeball.

Andrew: "Go machoman! Saber claw him."

Machoman appeared from its pokeball near Elkhorn and quickly used saberclaw, it used strong grip to burn one of its legs.

Rotom: "Elkhorn is burned."

Andrew threw a pokeball and the release switch glowed 3 times.

Rotom: "Congratulations! You caught an Elkhorn, any nicknames?"

Andrew: "No Name."

Rotom: "Elkhorns name is now No name."

Andrew: "Wow."

Andrew put all his pokemon back into their pokeballs and walked back inside the cabin.

Linda: "I saw everything, im worried for the elkhorn, he was badly burned?"

Andrew: "Yeah ima pack up and go back to the pokecenter and heal my pokemon. my dad loaded a gift in my locker."

Linda: "My x boyfriend Dorito sent me some gold jewelry, i pawned it. We're never going back to Unova. The man still sleeps with his machoke. Gross! Theyre all sweaty!"

Andrew: "Thats gross but thats his pokemon since childhood."

Linda: "In a dirty bed that could have pokerus!? No thank you!"

Andrew: "Are you doing anything today?"

Linda: "Just go to the market, what about you?"

Andrew: "Im gonna pack my pokebag and head to route 1 on foot. I'm going to try to catch as many pokemon as i can. I want to get my first Ice gym badge at Rednose."

Linda: "Oh good luck. I'm going to get ready."

Andrew: "Me too."

Andrew goes upstairs and packs his pokebag.

Andrew leaves his cabin and starts walking to the pokemon center.

He let out his Machoman, Raven and No Name to walk alongside.

No name wandered off into the fields nearby his house.

Andrew left No face there, his pokedex told him No Face was level 28, i wouldn't listen to Andrew anyways being badgeless.

He played music on his pokedex as he left.

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I'll be there by Mariah Carey

Check up on it by Beyonce

Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley

Ghetto Superstar by Ol Dirty Bxstard and Mya

How to love by Lil Wayne

Motivation by Kelly Rowland and Lil Wayne

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Andrew Arrived at the pokecenter.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2024, :12:09PM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Warm, Clear, Sunny Skies

South Mooncrest Pokemon Center

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Andrew put his Machoman and Raven back in his pokeballs and he used a pokemachine to heal all 3 of his pokeballs.

His 3rd pokeball stored healing energy for burned No name back at Marek's cabin field.

Andrew received a text from his sister on his pokedex.

Linda: "What's your elkhorns name, it loves sniffing my garden."

Andrew: "Rotom tell Lin my Elkhorn is named no name. She can have him until i get my first gym badge since she has 6 badges. 3 from Calvada and 3 from Unova. It's level 28, it will listen to her more than me."

Linda replied: "You know what, thank you, this strong pokemon can help me graze and plow the fields. I want to grow so many Grass Pokemon! Maybe a garden of Roserades and Rosaceas."

Andrew asked Rotom: "what's a Rosacea?"

Rotom: "The 4th Calvada Region stage of Budew. It is Grass and Poison type with ability Thorn Grip. Would you like me to pokoogle images?"

Andrew: "Sure?"

Rotom Casted an Image from Pokoogle:

Andrew: "Hey that looks like me."

Rotom: "It's an AI generated image. It has a Mega Evolution. Rozaquinn. Would you like to see?"

Andrew: "Sure"

Rotom casted out an AI image:

Rotom: "Rozaquinn is Poison/Dark type and has the ability Levitate."

Andrew: "Oh Cool! My sister better give me one!"

Andrew then left to the pokemon center basement locker room.

He loaded up his locker and downloaded his dads gift, it was 200 dollar gift card for Moomoo cafe and a birthday card. It said "Happy birthday, I love you! Go travel the country side, son."

Andrews eyes teared up a bit.

He cried a little and his poke egg shook in his bag and stopped.

Andrew then left the pokecenter and walked back to his cabin.

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Decis 1, 2024, 12:24PM

Mooncrest, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cool, Windy, Sparse Cloudy Skies

Pokestop across the poke center

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He listened to music on his pokedex:

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4AEM by Grimes

Heart shape box by Nirvana

It's my life by No Doubt

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie

Paint it black by The Rolling Stones

Europa by Santana

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Andrew arrived outside his cabin fields.

His Elkhorn, No face, approached him from plowing the fields with his sister.

Andrew tossed her his no face pokeball.

Andrew: "The pokeball has healing stored into it."

Linda: "Okay, thank you!"

Andrew, well I'm leaving too. Heading out to route 1. Bye!"

Linda: "Bye! Take care!"

Andrew: "You too!"

As Andrew left, you could see in the background Linda fight off a Sesquacha with her Elkhorn, No name.

She throws a pokeball at Sesquacha and it rejects it, running back into the woods.

Andrew Left Collins Street and onto the start of route 1 just outside south mooncrest.

Andrew played music on his pokedex:

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So High by Doja Cat

Your love by Nicki Minaj

Becareful with me by Cardi B

WAP by Cardi B and Megan the Stallion

Fancy by Iggy Azalea and Charlie xcx

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As Andrew walked by the road and Raven carrying machoman high in the skies, they come across Pidove, Tranquill and Unfezant.

Andrew quickly summoned Raven and Machoman back into their pokeballs but the pokeball flash missed.

Andrew: "Alright Raven, You wanna battle? I'll give you a battle. Go Raven use Gust!"

Raven used gust at the approaching flying pokemon, Machoman held on tight to Ravens back.

Raven: "How about i blow your xsshole!"

Raven used gust and Machoman used hot breath together and soaked the flock of birds, the ones that suffered burns, retreated.

A pair of Tranquill and Unfezant began following Ravens tail.

Machoman used swipes of Saber claw to punch away any peck moves at him and Raven.

A Sun Vivillian butterfly flew around Andrew as he ran under Raven and Machoman and then the Vivillian flew away.

Andrew: "Machoman use hot breath, deter them from seeing clear!"

Machoman used hot breath on one of the Tranquill and it retreated.

Unfezant used air cutter and knocked Machoman off Ravens back, Andrew caught him while running underneath.

Andrew: "Raven, do a loop and hit them with dark pulse!"

Raven did a loop and hit the 3 birds with dark pulse. 2 began flinching and flew away.

Unfezant screeched at Raven, Raven began laughing.

Andrew scanned Unfezant, it was a Level 38.

Andrew: "Raven, Retreat! It's not worth it."

Raven flew close to the ground and picked up Machoman on his back."

Raven: "We got it!"

Unfezant threw an air cutter at Andrew and it knocked his body down in a cloud of dirty dust.

Machoman grew angry, it started puffing little flames out of his nostrils.

Andrew looked up Ravens and Machomans level, their xp was very high to the next level.

Raven: "Go Ember!"

Raven flew close to Unfezant and Machoman blew embers at the Unfezants face, it was burned.

Unfezant used a wing attack and knocked Machoman off Raven but she flew fast and caught him.

Raven flew close behind Unfezant.

Raven: "Saber claw!"

Machoman used Saber claw and struck Unfezant in the back, It burned him again.

Raven used Nightshade and it spooked Unfezants body.

Andrew: "Knock him down to me so i can catch it!"

Just as Unfezant is about to hit Andrew with Air Cutter Raven flies by close and Machoman tackles Unfezant to the ground.

Andrew quickly catches Unfezant in a pokeball, it took him 3 pokeballs.

Rotom: "Congratulations! You caught an Unfezant! It is a Normal and Flying type. They have been known to come from Unova and spread to the rest of the Merkos Union."

Andrew: "Rotom, send the Unfezant pokeball to Bills pokemon Box 1."

Rotom teleported the Unfezant pokeball away.

Raven grew to level 18 and Machoman to level 8.

Andrew began walking again and in 3 minutes he saw 2 trainers fighting in the fields.

Andrew quickly snuck on them in the trees and bushes, he let out Raven and Machoman to see and learn.

Stranger 1: "Go Weavile! Sky Uppercut!"

Stranger 2: 'Gallade! Dodge!"

Stranger 1: "Hone Claws, lets go!"

Stranger 2: "Swords dance, alright."

Stranger 1: "Blizzard!”

The pokemon stopped fighting and looked at Andrew.

Stranger 1: "Hey you! What are you watching."

Andrew walking out of the bushes.

Andrew: "Nothing I'm just learning."

Stranger 2: "This is a private battle for training territory. Get lost."

Stranger 1: "Let him stay. He'll need it for the Gym. Weaver, Return."

Stranger: "Galvin, Return."

Stranger 1: "Well, don't be rude introduce yourself."

Andrew: "I'm Andrew, Andrew Diaz, i have no badges and 4 pokemon. I gave 1 away actually."

Stranger 1: "Im Glacie. Ice type trainer."

Stranger 2: "Ganon, fighting and Psychic type trainer. Are we just gonna talk or are we going to fight!"

Glacie and Andrew Fought as a team against Ganon.

Their Pokedex synced together. 3 pokemon against 3.

Glacie: "Go Weaver my Weavile! Hone Claws!"

Andrew: "Go Raven!"

Ganon: "Go Galvin my Gallade! Sword dance! Go Ally my Alolan Raichu! Thunder wave."

Raichu used Thunderwave and Weaver and Raven were paralyzed.

Andrew: "Oh yeah?! Raven! Dark Pulse Raichu!"

Raven flapped its dark energy off its wings and flew above Raichu, Raichu began flinching.

Glacie: "Weaver, Use sky Uppercut!"

Weaver used used sky upper cut on Gallade and it gave him critical hit damage.

Ganon: "Ally, use thunder!"

Andrew: "Dodge! Use mudslap!"

Raven dodged Raichus thunder attack and flew close to the ground to mudslap Raichu, in its face, its accuracy went down.

Glacie: "Blizzard!"

Weaver used blizzard on Galvin and it froze him solid.

Ganon: "Galvin use close combat, break the Ice! Raichu use Thunder shock on Honchkrow!"

Galvin broke through the ice using close combat and Raichu, Ally, shocked Raven.

Andrew: "Raven, Dark pulse, now!"

Raven used Dark pulse above Galvin but flinched in paralysis but Galvin still passed out of exhaustion.

Ravens level went up to 19.

Glacie: Weaver use Metal Claw on Raichu!"

Ganon: "Ally, dodge"

Ally got hit by Weaver anyways, Weaver was just so quick.

Ganon summoned Galvin back in his pokeball and brought out, His Medicham Berry.

Ganon: "Ally low sweep."

Ally used low sweep on weaver and weaver passed out.

Glacie: "Go! Cetus!"

Glacie summoned back her weavile and summoned a Cetoddle."

Andrew: "Raven use Gust, make the area super windy."

Raven whipped up a dust storm in the fields.

Ganon: "Berry, foresight."

Berry caught sight of Cetoddle in the dust storm.

Ganon: "Ally use magnet rise"

Ally hovered off the ground onto its tail.

Glacie: "Cetus, icicle crash!"

Cetus used icicle crash and missed.

Andrew: "Raven fly high and see if you can spot them, and when you do give medicham a good dark pulse."

Raven: "Yes boss."

Raven did as she was told and struck Berry.

Berry was flinching.

Ganon: "Berry use high jump kick!"

Berry jumped through the dust clouds and struck Cetus in the head, critical hit.

Cetus had the ability hard head, so damage was halved.

Ganon: "ally use thunder shock!"

Ally used thunder shock on Raven, Raven seemed more paralyzed."

Glacie: "Cetus, now! Body Slams!"

Cetus quickly squished Berry under its big belly.

Andrew: "Raven, use Dark pulse and finish off Berry!"

Raven roosted on the ground paralyzed.

Ganon: "Berry use Psychic and toss Cetoddle off you!"

Berry focused and Cetoddle was too heavy to lift.

Ganon: "Raichu use Psychic and get Cetoddle off Berry."

Raichu hovered over to Cetus.

Galcie: "Not so fast! Cetus! Use blizzard behind you in the sky."

Cetus got off Berry and quickly turned around to shoot Ally from the sky.

Cetus shot blizzard at Ally.

Ally became more and more covered in dirty snow, it was decreasing its static power and psychic focus.

Berry feinted.

Ganon summoned Berry back into its pokeball.

Andrew: "Andrew Night shade!"

Raven shook off the paralysis, flew over and used night shade on Ally, and the cool temperature drop gave Raichu the chills.

Ally hopped back into its pokeball.

Rotoms: "Glacie and Andrew win the battle."

Ganon: "Huh!? What? No fair!"

Rotoms fly to their owners.

Ganons Rotom: "Alolan Raichu is a tropical pokemon found in the Alonan islands where it's warm and humid. Dramatic temperature drops stress it out and may cause a telekinetic meltdown."

Ganon: "I guess you win this time."

Andrews Rotom: "Your Raven gained high XP"

Andrew What are your pokemons levels?"

Ganon walking over: "Uh 20."

Andrew: Oh my, mines 19 according to my Pokedex. Crazy."

Ganon: "Yeah well mines are psychic weak to ghost, bug and dark moves. Cursed land. They say Meteorites in Serra Calvada is what cursed this land to one pokemon sole typing. I should have switched their primary and secondary typing at the pokecenter"

Ganon gave Glacie and Andrew 15$

Glacie: "You were a good partner out there, Andrew. Here, take this TM, it's Hail."

Andrew: "Thank you"

Andrew: "Well im off, i need to get back to route 1. I need to be in rednose in 3 days."

Ganon: "Be careful, let me tutor your Pokemon headbutt, it's better than tackle."

Andrew and Ganons Pokedex synced together and loaded up Tutor move Headbutt, then it struck Machoman with pokedex rotom energy and Machoman learned headbutt.

Andrew then registered Ganon and Glacie on his pokegear and went back on the road.

Andrew played music on his pokedex:

- Gangster Paradise by Coolio

- Thug Mansion by Tupac

- Shampain by Marina and the Diamonds

- The Only Exception by Paramore

- I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith

Suddenly Andrew was ambushed by a Embug flying down a tree.

It used string shot and covered Andrew in a sticky web.

Andrew reached for his pokeball and unleashed Laries.

Machoman was fuming.

Machoman began snorting embers and quickly jumped and headbutt Embug from the air, knocking it down the tree.

Machoman then quickly summoned a Saber Claw and burned embugs abdomen.

Machoman turned around and used saber claws to burn the web off him, it was flammable and successful.

Embug was weak, Andrew threw a pokeball and caught it.

He named it EazyJeezy

Andrew: "Rotom, what are the evolutions of Embug? Can i see them?"

Pokedex: "Yes, here are basic pictures found on the web."

Andrew: "What gender is Easyjeezy?"

Rotom: "Genderless"

Andrew: "Oh nice, how does it evolve?"

Rotom: "Various collections of flower pollen and nectar, they are traded at high prices since they are the more rare binary. They dont reproduce, so it's tricky to have breeding moves."

Andrew: "What level is Easyjeezy?"

Rotom: "Easyjeezy is at Level 5."

Andrew: "Hmmm... Should i spend some time in the woods looking for flowers for my embug to pollinate?"

Rotom: "Well its 1:27PM, you should focus on heading towards Rednose. Pokemon activity is high in the area, you can be ambushed by groups of pokemon."

Andrew: "Gotta catch em all. what are Easyjeezys moveset?"

Rotom: "String shot, tackle and Healing pulse."

Andrew tutored headbutt to Eazyjeezy.

Andrew ventured off route 1 onto the tall grass that led to the edge of the woods.

He saw various weeds, herbs and flowers.

He unleashed Eazyjeezy and the Embug pollinated the flowers nearby quickly.

An Ekan slithered away from a nearby rock into a hole, A sandshrew burrowed underground beneath the dirt, and a Magnemite flew off in the sky chased by a Calvada beldum.

Andrew: "Rotom, what pokemon have been spotted in the area?"

Rotom: "Skuid and Marill in a nearby creek beyond the woods. Lots of flocks of woobats and Swoobats in the upper skies. Shroomish and Breloom in meadows beyond the creek."

Andrew: "That sounds perfect, lots of flowers for Eazyjeezy to pollinate."

Rotom: "There is a 1% Dangerous Chance a Teddiursa and Ursaring could be in either areas."

Andrew: "What town is near the meadow?"

Rotom: "Beyond the devils finger creek is the town of Humvolt. Its 40 minutes away by foot. 15 by flying."

Andrew unleashed Raven and told Raven to fly him in the air.

Raven gripped her talons and summoned gust of air but no prevail, Andrew was to heavy for small Raven.

Andrew unleashed Eazyjeezy and told it to help raven take its body off ground and they succeeded together but were very slow above the grass but it was faster than walking through it.

Andrew entered the edge of the woods and got on the ground.

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Sunday, Decis 1, 2024, 1:42PM

Route 1 Wooded Fields, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Warm, Sunny, Breezy Skies.

Shaza national woods

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Andrew walked through the woods for quite a while. He saw Heracross clinging high in a tree, a Calnova Stantler in the distance. Hoppip, Skipbloom and Jumpluff float on by in the skies, and the he heard the creek.

Eazyjeezy pollinated flowers as it hovered by.

He walked up to the creek until he could find rocks to cross on, the water was at least 1 ft deep.

Then he suddenly spotted something in the corner of his eyes hiding behind a tree, stalking him.

He his chills suddenly behind his back made sense.

A Duskull came around the tree.

Andrew: "Go Raven! Dark Pulse!"

Raven was summoned and quickly used Dark Pulse on Duskull, and it submitted.

Andrew threw a pokeball and it immediately captured it.

Rotom: "Congratulations! You've captured a level 12 SHINEY Duskull!"

Andrew: "Shiney, what's that?"

Rotom: "It's a rare color mutation and IV stats enhancer. Its Nature is Hasty and has a high speed IV. It knows moves Leer, Astonish, Disable and Shadow Sneak."

Andrew: "Its name is Ghostface, I'm down to 4 pokeballs, and 1 is for Skuid, If I find one. I still need ice effective moves like fighting, fire, steel, or rock."

Rotom: "Raven gained XP"

Andrew: "I want to teach Machoman ember but its 'no fire' season, i could cause a wildfire."

Andrew kept walking upstream then he saw rocks in the creek and hopped over to the other side. He began walking and he heard a loud screech above, it was a Trainer on his Mega Steelix levitating off the ground in the skies followed by a trainer on a Magnezone and two Skarmorys.

It was a steel battle in the air.

Magnezone kept using Tri attack and they were gone, the trees got in the way.

Andrew: "I sure hope that wasn't team rocket trying to steal his pokemon. I better hurry.

Ange put on Music:

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Rosa pastel by Belanova

Falta de querer by Mon Laferte

Si yo fuera un chico by Beyonce

Sola otra vez by Celine dion

Mi todo by Mariah Carey

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Decis 1 2024, 2:00PM

Humvolt county, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cool, Windy, Cloudy Skies

Shaza National Woods

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After walking for such a long time, he unleashed Eazyjeezy, Machoman, Raven and Ghostface.

He took out some beef jerky and fed his team and himself.

Andrew: "When we get to town, we're eating real food at moomoo's cafe."

Andrew put his pokemon away in their pokeballs when they were done snacking.

Andrew then packed up, and went of towards the direction of Humvolt.

He saw the city from the wooded hills just behind hills of meadows.

He unleashed his embug and it went wild for the flowers.

Andrew went under a tree and unleashed Machoman, ghostface and Raven.

They took a 1 hour nap.

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Decis 1 2024, 3:05PM

Humvolt county, Calvada, Calnova

Climate: Cool, Breezy, Clouded Skies

Shaza national woods

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Rotom wakes up Andrew.

Rotom: "Congratulations, your Embug evolved into a Gemdrug. At level 12. It learned the move Toxic."

Eazyjeezy floated to Andrew and softly bumped heads.

Andrew: "Wow, Eazy! You're so big and majestic, can you fly with me?"

Eazyjeezy gripped its arms onto Andrew and hovered a few meters above the ground.

Andrew summoned Raven, Ghostface and Machoman back into their pokeballs.

Andrew: "Okay Eazy, fly me to the city."

Eazyjeezy used fly and floated across the meadow hills towards Humvolt.

The flight took 20 minutes to arrive outside a small town.

[shotmrmiller]

Submitting to his dominance part I

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

TW: mean dominant, rough oral

18+ MDNI

WC: 1.5k

Being Johnny’s best friend had its downsides. Like how he essentially forced you into ‘guy talk’. Yeah, sure, you liked women too. But having to listen to him rant about his conquests was going to make you tear your hair out. You liked women, you did, but this buffoon going on about what he liked to do in bed was too much. He was essentially your brother from another mother. Ew.

An hour into his stories, you tell him that if you have to sit through any more of his freaky sexcapades, you might just murder him. And that’s how he brings up Ghost. You’ve met him several times— being Johnny’s residential pest. He was a big motherfucker who always had his face covered. You always were a sucker for the tall, dark, and mysterious type but he always seemed uninterested in everything— including you.

“Ye think I’m a reprobate, hen, ye should hear ‘bout Ghost! He’s the freaky one! Telling the lasses he’s with to kneel and behave or will spank them ‘til they cry. Ghost is a skyrocket, I tell ya!” And that gets your attention. 

“What?” you blurt out. 

“Yeah, hen! He’s into the whole collar and gags— boorish if ye ask me.” 

You could kiss Johnny. Having more than dabbled in the world of BDSM, you knew you could handle many things— maybe even more than what Ghost offered. You bite back an ecstatic smile as Johnny continues with his story-telling, but you aren’t listening anymore.

Unbeknownst to Johnny, he’s just given you a way into Ghost’s trousers.

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You lounge on the couch as Ghost and Johnny sit around the island drinking. By the sound of Johnny talking in cursive, he’s more than a little sloshed. Then he slaps his hand on the countertop, the sound startling you, and declares how he’s gonna go take a piss. You roll your eyes. Charming.

He stumbles away and then it’s just you two in the living area. This is your only chance. Steeling your nerves, you make your move. 

“Hey. Ghost.” 

He turns his head to the side a little, a cue that he’s listening. 

“I have a proposition for you.” Then stand up and make your way towards him, casually leaning against the island. Ghost looks completely lax, but his eyes sparkle with slight interest. 

Now or never.

You summon your courage and say, “Johnny spoke of you being dominant in bed. I want you to dominate me.” 

He looked at you with a hooded gaze, before scoffing. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, pet.”

That’s not an outright no. This horse isn’t dead yet, so you’re gonna continue to beat it. 

“Said you like to collar your women. Keep them quiet with a gag. I can crawl on my knees if you ask it of me. I’ll speak when spoken to.” 

Ghost’s shoulders are stiff as he stares around your face as if trying to catch a sign of a prank. He inhales and looks like he’s about to shut you down completely but you talk first.

“My safeword is Pelican. I like to be ordered around, spanked, and tied up. I promise to surrender myself completely. I promise to be a good girl for you.”

Ghost sits there, looking at you in complete silence. Your heart pounds in your ears, your cheeks warming in embarrassment. Maybe he’s not interested. Maybe Johnny had been joking. God, you didn’t even think about it being a bloody joke.

You straighten, getting ready to either run away or curl up and die when two big hands grab onto your hips— keeping you in place.

“You want to be dominated, eh?” and pulls you to stand in between his legs.

“I’m not going to be kind,” and tightens his grip on you, “I’m not going to murmur sweet nothings in your ear. I’m going to use you for my pleasure— like my personal sex toy.” 

One hand moves from your waist to grab your hair in a vicious grip and pulls you down to his eye level, close to his masked face.

“Oh, pet. I’m going to ruin you.”

You swallow hard because you know he is and can’t wait but then the sound of the bathroom door opening brings you back into the present. Ghost lets go of your hair and you jump back, putting space between you. 

As you run your fingers through your hair, Johnny stumbles into the kitchen, tripping over a chair. Positively pissed. You move to catch him, putting his arm over your shoulder, yours around his waist to hold him upright.

“Right, Johnny boy, it’s time for bed.” you chuckle at his drunken mumbles.

After tucking him in, you head back to the kitchen. To Ghost. You watch him put his used glass into the sink before crossing his arms and leaning back. Expectantly. As you’re about to walk to him, he holds his hand up in a stopping gesture. 

“No. You’re gonna be a good girl f’me, remember?” he cocks his head to the side, and with finality in this tone says, “Crawl.”

Oh. Your heart is about to burst out of your chest. It starts now. Your reaction is visceral— dropping to your knees so hard they’ll be bruised tomorrow. Holding eye contact, you slowly drag your body towards him. One hand forward, then a leg. Repeat. 

Reaching his feet, you keep your palms flat on Johnny’s wooden floor and arch your back to look up at Ghost with wide eyes. He looks cool, indifferent. But the bulge in his jeans tells you otherwise. 

You wait for him patiently, continuously holding eye contact and it feels like an hour has passed before he talks. Commands.

“Take my cock out.” 

Your thighs tremble in anticipation, your pussy throbbing at his words. Hands to his waist, you can’t unbuckle his belt fast enough. You hook your fingers into his pants and pull hard enough that you hear a seam unstitch. That earns you a slap across the cheek, hard enough to sting. 

“Careful.” You wish you could say it was a reprimand but the feel of his calloused fingers on the soft skin of your cheeks sends a jolt straight to your cunt. 

Pants down, you stare at his cock. It’s a goddamn sight. Long and so very thick, heavy enough that even erect, it bends downward— foreskin covers half of the head and balls hang low. A masterpiece. 

Another slap to your cheek snaps you out of your adoration. 

“Open your mouth, pet.” 

He tastes of salt and his musk. You could sit here with him in your mouth forever. You go as deep as you can take him and he hisses when you hold him there until you gag and pull back— getting the stringy saliva from the back of your throat onto his cock. Flattening your tongue, you start to bob on his length until he’s properly wet. 

Ghost puts his hand on your head and begins to rock his hips and you start to add a twist with your head on every thrust. Soon, you feel him leaking more salty precum and know he’s close so you start sucking— cheeks sinking in. His thrusts start to get harsher and sloppier and the noises coming from your throat as he fucks it is sinful.

His grip shifts from your head to your hair and you put your hands on his thighs— digging your nails into his skin and he growls out, “That’s it. Come on, pet, you can take it.” 

Then there’s salty blooming on your tongue, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth because there’s simply no more room with his cock in it— dripping down your chin and onto the floor. It’s completely silent apart from Ghost’s stuttering breaths and Johnny’s muffled snoring behind his closed door.

Ghost pulls out his softening length and tucks it away, pulling his jeans back up but leaving the belt unbuckled. He then cups your jaw and makes you watch him watch you swallow his cum.

He gives you a light tap on your reddened cheek from his previous slaps and breathily says, “Atta girl. I didn’t even have to tell you what to do.” 

Your knees throb and your thighs burn but his compliment makes every single ache worth it. Any crumb of praise from him, you’ll take. 

He bends down to your kneeled form before saying, “Next week, I’m gonna pass by your flat. Until then, you do not masturbate, you do not come— And I don’t care what you tell Johnny but make sure he doesn’t visit.” and turns to leave. 

Clearing your throat, you croak out, “But you don’t even have my address.” 

Holding the door open, Ghost shrugs. 

“Don’t have to tell me. I know where you live, pet.”  The noise of the door clicking shut echoed through the apartment. With a groan, you put your arse on the floor and slowly extend your knees— hissing at the sharp pain of your knees finally unbending. Ghost is mean. So mean. How does he expect you to not touch yourself when the cum still drying on your chin has you soaking your knickers?

@thychuvaluswife

A/N: ha ha! hes a lean mean machine! i had way too much fun writing this i need help

[1358456]

Generation VIII Pokemon Nicknames, Part 1

I might as well see this through and get "caught up" in a sense, even if this one is years late.

... And let's see how many Yakuza/Starcraft references make it... And again, I'll only nickname those that I can see myself making, and if I can come up with a nickname.

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Grass drummer, huh? Hmm... "Dalin". Read as Dal-in, the Korean-hanja term for an expert/master. If read in Japanese, it would be read as Tatsujin. So this is a Taiko no Tatsujiin reference, which is apparently an actual standalone game, but I only know it from a Club Sega arcade minigame in Yakuza 5.

Hey, I know this one! A sportsman fire bunny! No problem. I'll call it "Tennis Ace". But it's supposed to be a soccer pl- It's tennis now. Tennis Ace the job in Yakuza 8. ... So that's 2 for 2...

... Hmm... those are good stats for an Sp. Atk focused guy. Power creep? Ahem. So it's a Water type chameleon? Ability Sniper. Fascinating. And it's even blue, like a certain someone who appeared in my top favorites ranking. So this guy obvious gets the nickname of "Ghost". As a chameleon, I'd imagine this guy can blend into the background, like a Terran Ghost with Cloak research, and Ghosts carry sniper rifles. Even had the ability Snipe in Starcraft II, which was later changed to Steady Targeting, which everyone calls Snipe anyways.

That's... a fat squirrel. Has the Spd stat to match. I would never make one. If I did, I'd probably call it "FatRat", who... I think is a Halo speedrunner? Pro? Something like that? I don't know that scene very well.

A Flying/Steel, and not a Steel/Flying, so this thing would end up in my Flying Box instead of the Steel one. ... If I made this thing for whatever reason. This is like a more well-rounded Skarmory, which isn't a good thing, so... I would not make one.

... That looks like a Megaman boss. I used to watch my cousin play X4 and X5. I think it's from one of those. Hmm... high defensive stats, low HP, Bug typing... not ideal, so... nope.

Dex filler fodder minion. Pass.

Another defensive thing with low HP. Since I'm not studying each Pokemon extensively and instead, just glancing at the stats and typing, I wouldn't know the full extent of Pokemon capabilities. This one... meh. Could be strangely useful like Whimsicott, but Whimsicott has Prankster. This one doesn't. So... pass. That said, the spore on its back kind of looks like a cross between a golf ball and a baseball, so I might've called this things as "Bolf".

A fodder sheep-ram? I would've called it "Sham" but... I would never bother.

Another fodder. So far there's been a lot of crap that I wouldn't bother with, so I retract that power creep comment.

Hmm... decent dog. A faster, weaker Luxray? ... I got nothing.

A pile of coal. Hmm. The Japanese name sounds like "mountain of coal". So this is like a beefed up Magcargo. Which isn't good, since that thing sucks. Well, that's unfortunate.

Huh, the Apple Dragon is back. Or rather, it was here first then appeared again as a better Dragon in Generation IX. So if I named that better Dragon as "Invaluable", does that mean this one would be named (if at all) as "Unvaluable"?

Ehh...

Fodder.

Hey, this is that Kilo that Shield has! I remember this thing's insanely focused stats! A barracuda eh? Hmm... I might call this as "Machete". In Yakuza 8, there's a gang called the Barracudas, whose boss is Dwight Mendez, and his boss battle theme is Twin Machetes.

Hey, another thing that Shield has. I'll call it "Declawed". Because I thought for certain that this thing had claws when I wrote the short story, and it turned out it didn't.

Ugh. Massive centipede... Crap stats, so... pass.

Not a Water type? Huh. ... "Careful. There's no escaping this guy's headlock. He kind of sucks you in." This thing looks interesting, but... 42 Spd. Nope. Unfortunately, this is the kind of thing that pops up in a Battle Tower-esque thing that promptly gets one-shotted by my vanguard Salamence and only serves as fodder for Moxie.

Another Cuphead name? Um... I think there's a teapot somewhere in that game, so... that name?

29 Spd. Why is everything so f*cking slow, or insanely fast? The hell is thing is supposed to be, anyways? 136 Sp. Atk so I'd probably make one, but exclusive for Trick Room? I don't know.

60 Spd. Another slow-ass dude. It has Prankster, but... blech.

An armored Linoone? Finally, something with a respectable Spd stat. Not too high, not too low. Too bad the rest of thing sucks.

That thing looks like a Meowth who's seen some sh*t. ... 50 Spd. Nope.

Looks like this Corsola fought its way out of a Toxapex's stomach and reclaimed what was left of its body. 145 Sp. Atk is ridiculous, and 130 Sp. Def is amazing, but 50 Def and 60 HP with 30 Spd means it dies immediately to any Ghost or Dark type that has a physical attack. Boo. So this would be one of those things that I make but never use. "Leftovers".

Hey, Sword's Pokemon! That useless ass bird finally got a purpose. 65 Spd... ... It will finally get made, and then get stuffed in a box for eternity. "Short Legs". Because one, it has short legs, and two, this is kind of like a Zealot in Starcraft if you forget the Leg Enhancement upgrade from the Citadel of Adun. Or the Charge upgrade from the Twilight Council in Starcraft II. Yeah, it has a lot of damage output, but... it needs to reach the target first.

Last one for this part. And another one of Sword's Pokemon. An English gentleman Pokemon, huh? ... If I recall, there are Gentleman type enemy trainers in Pokemon games, and so this guy is that class Pokemon-fied. Thus I will call this thing as... "Sujimon".

[mewintheflesh-2]

HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I think MonoMytey would fit best for him!! It’s also quicker and easier to say than Ringmaster Mytey

I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SILLIES and then probably make you like them too much to want them to die maybe BUT I CAN ALWAYS MAKE MORE SILLIES!!!!!!!!!

We still have a bunch of types we haven’t used yet!: Fire, Water, Rock, Ground, Steel, Poison, Ghost, Psychic, Dragon, Fighting, and Normal! And then we have a WHOLE bunch of concepts we can use instead of just typings, too too many to list

We just need 14 people total excluding the mastermind

I think Merryweather would, at some point, make little crochet gifts for everyone after realizing just how much of a dick he’s been. Just little things that pertain to their interests, or just articles of clothing, like vests or jackets.

Also with the whole Fuse and Moro thing, I think it could be like Fuse HEAVILY suggesting he kill someone for him, probably for a money motive, but never really outright saying it. So when Moro comes to reveal he was told by Fuse to kill someone in his class trial, Fuse is just like “What I said was simply a suggestion. It’s your own fault you acted upon it. All I did was throw around an idea, you caught it and ran with it. I don’t know why you’re blaming me.”

And Moro’s all like “But- but you said- I-“

And Fuse’s just got this shit-eating grin on his face “Hm? Sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said.”

and Moro’s just like jeosndodndindoeneoendodjeoejeodjei 🫠😟

And everyone after the trial is just like “Hey, Fuse? What the actual fuck is wrong with you.” And he’s just like 🙃 “I didn’t do anything.”

I think Darklord was one of the first to see Mellan’s dead body. Maybe Mellan locked his door before committing and he came to GB for help (Were ignoring the whole GB is a mew thing for this because he’d be overpowered if we kept it for this) because GB is VERY good at picking any kind of locks (which also lands him in the suspect position quite often). So GB’s just like “Yeah, sure!” He’s a little concerned, like Darklord, about why Mellan hasn’t woken up and left his room yet, so he goes with it to make sure everything’s okay. Turns out, it’s not! Mellan’s dead! And Darklords just like “……no-“ and then he just runs off to his room. You can barely get him to take a peep out of his room during the entire investigation. I don’t know if Moss would be alive at this point, likely not. So he’d just be completely isolated in his room, alone, nobody, nothing. I don’t think Nikey would be too happy about this, likely trying to get GB to lockpick his door so he can interrogate him, but GB refusing.

I think GB becomes atleast decent friends with everyone due to his social and likeable nature, which makes each death hurt all the more. This also means he acts as a sort of peacemaker between everyone, since some of them don’t want to confront others about their issues with them, they just go to GB and GB’s like “yeah I’m gonna make them make up.” Gets both sides of the stories, most of the time gets the two to apologise to eachother. It’s not often people get seriously mad at GB, but when they do he’s the first to speak up and apologise about it.

I think Mantis should absolutely survive, I mean having two of the people who give life to social situations die is a lot of them, but that doesn’t mean his spirit can’t be broken down. I think at some point he’d be threatened to stay quiet and stay in his room about something, maybe he found out someone’s murder plans and they found out he knew about them, or maybe the murderer knew Mantis would get in the way of their plans and so they made sure he couldn’t leave his room. I think the threat would be anonymous obviously, but maybe leave a little bit of a clue as to who they are that only Mantis knows.

If Mantis ever got access to Darklord’s speakers he’d be blasting that one song by The Rock that goes like “ITS ABOUT DRIVE ITS ABOUT POWER WE STAY HUNGRY WE DEVOUR PUT IN THE WORK OUT IN THE HOURS AND TAKE WHATS OURS” nonstop and everyone’s just like “PLEASE… TURN IT DOWN ATLEAST 😭😭😭” but he doesn’t stop until the speakers dead. It was at full charge when he got his hands on it.

I think Moss is the first of the Axis trio to die, leaving only Mellan and Darklord. I think he’d be one of the more pleasant and easier people to be around. I’m not sure if we’re doing the whole V3 thing with the labs for each person, but his would absolutely be a botanical garden. Complete with a whole bunch of garden tools, including the deadly ones, which of course makes him a suspect astleast once. But I don’t think he could even harm a weedle from what I’ve gathered from him. Unless we’re talking about Pokémon battles of course, but that’s a sport. If we aren’t doing the lab thing, there can just be a giant botanical garden in the hotel somewhere Also there’s the whole thing with what gifts everyone likes, gifts they hate, gifts they’re neutral to and stuff. Nikey would likely enjoy anything to do with tea a lot just off the top of my head. Fuse would enjoy the most ominous shit. You get a book on “How to summon the lord of the underworld himself” or “The complete history of cannibalism” and he’s like “Oh, wow! Thank you!” And promptly shoos you away to go read it or something. Mikey, very obviously, anything to do with the sky. I think there’d be a bouquet item that everyone thinks is a sort of romantic proposal, everyone except Moss at first.

Also, Moro, Mantis, bromance.

I think Fuse would absolutely want to kill OG Mikey, not for revenge or anything, just because :) He’s like a bug to him, an interesting bug at that, wants to study him. WHUMP it’s whump I was thinking of whump LISTEN I AM HAVING A MOMENT ABOUT WHUMP BETWEEN THESE TWO. OG Mikey’s just a regular guy and Fuse is like… literally god. Whump.

Also, for the Darklord thing, I think I was just talking in general. Even now I want to say something about him but my brains at like full capacity rn and will not wrap itself around him entirely I’m sorry if I got him 😭😭😭

One day there will be enough Mikeys to make a Danganronpa AU and that day might be soon

[joonie-beanie]

The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

Masterlist

I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair. 

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

 Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again. 

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass. 

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s  the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for. 

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise. 

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart. 

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions. 

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music. 

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”