#jacq in the ask box

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

Re: Lady D’s fingers, pretty sure they’re about 2-3 times as wide as an average person’s too

hold on, booking my return trip to that spooky ass village in romania 😅

[jackpot-pal]

Blog Intro

Hiiii everyone!! A lot of my friends are on here, so I figured I would join in on the fun too, lol.

My name's Kimia! I'm 15 years old and a student at Naranja-Uva Academy in Paldea. You might have seen me running around the Academy grounds, or you might know my big brother, Jacq. (Sorry in advance, I can't give out answer keys to the tests, he said no.)

I make jewelry, and I like drawing, even though I'm not very good at it. I also love to dance, especially to Vocaloid music! I also wanna learn how to cook eventually so I can make tasty dishes for my friends.

If you see me around, come say hi! I'm always open to making new friends :)

//hi everyone! i kinda got burnt out on kristof's blog so i'm throwing another oc into the ring, this time from paldea! some notes for y'all to read:

tag key: #showtime! for muse posts, #jackpot! for reblogs, #39! for ask box answers.

mun is 18+ but kimia is a minor. please, no inappropriate asks!

anyone is open to interact!

pelipper mail/malice and musharna mail/malice are ON

this blog will have themes of bullying and maybe some minor emotional/mental trauma. you have been warned.

that should be it for now! thank you for reading :)

[arvensimp]

The Scarlet Wallpaper

a Lakehouseshipping parody of The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Turo takes Sada off to the stay in a lighthouse when she seems unwell after Arven is born

CW: postpartum illnesses including depression, anxiety, and psychosis

Please note that this is a (not particularly humorous) parody of a work that is in the public domain. I am not claiming any of Perkins Gilman's phenomenal wordsmithing as my own, and I highly recommend reading the original work (it is hyperlinked above)! I am not writing this for any sort of profit. this is just parody inspired by a really good work that hits close to home.

~

It is very seldom that mere researchers like Turo and I secure enough additional funding to cover housing for the summers, much less on the coast.

A historical lighthouse, still in use! I could say a calm reprieve or hope in a storm, and reach the height of romantic felicity—but that would be asking too much of fate!

Still I will proudly declare that there is something queer about it.

Else, why should it be let so easily? And why have it stand so long untenanted? And to be given to scientists, no less?

Turo laughs at me, of course, but one expects that in marriage.

Turo is practical in the extreme. He has no patience with fantasy, an intense horror of superstition, and he scoffs openly at any talk of things not to be felt and seen and put down in figures. I could guess he doesn’t even like the term “ghost pokemon,” believing that science could better explain the phenomena. This is not to say that I am not also a woman with a firm root in science, but I am not so blinded by electricity and time's unending march forward that I cannot hope to learn from stories of the past. Things unexplained then may have solutions now. Some do not. Many do not.

Turo and I are professors both, and perhaps—(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind)—perhaps that is one reason I do not get well faster.

You see, he does not believe I am sick!

And what can one do?

If a professor of high standing, and one’s own husband and research partner, assures friends and colleagues that there is really nothing the matter with one but temporary nervous depression—a slight hysterical tendency towards the fantastical perhaps—what is one to do?

My close friend Jacq is also a professor, and also of high standing, and he says the same thing.

So I take vitamins and minerals or pokeblocks and poffins—whichever it is, and tonics, and journeys, and air, and exercise, and am absolutely forbidden by him to “work” until I am well again.

Personally, I disagree with the idea.

Personally, I believe that congenial work, with excitement and change, would do me good. Proper research is a thrill in and of itself which would rouse me back to my senses and life.

But what is one to do?

I did read and work, writing for a while in spite of them; but it does exhaust me a good deal—having to be so sly about it, or else meet with heavy opposition.

I sometimes imagine that in my condition if I had less opposition and more interaction and stimulus (at the very least interaction!)—but Turo says the very worst thing I can do is to think about my condition, and I confess it always makes me feel bad.

So I will let it alone and talk about the lighthouse.

The most singular and spectacular location! Apart from the labs in the crater, of course. It is quite alone, standing well high on the road, quite a ways from Los Platos but still nicely on Poco Path. In some ways it makes me think of Hoenn, for there are hedges and fences and a gate that locks, and then so much water, sprawling and sparkling and clear, far as the eye can see!

There is a delicious bit of greenery nearby too! While it cannot compare with other areas in our dear Paldea, it is still rather quaint. It is large and shady, full of box-bordered paths, and lined with long grape-covered arbors with seats under them.

There was once a dock down below towards the shore, too, on the sandy beach, though it has more or less crumbled into the sea. In a few years the water will have eroded the last traces of its existence.

There was some economic trouble with shipping, I believe, something about the cost of having to heave freight up the hill; anyhow, the dock has been empty for years. Hence the lighthouse has been left empty, only turned on and off by a timer.

That spoils my ghostliness, I am afraid; but I don’t care—there is something about the lighthouse—I can feel it.

I even said so to Turo one moonlit evening, but he said what I felt was just the humidity, and shut the window.

I get unreasonably angry with Turo sometimes. I’m sure I never used to be so...sensitive. I think it is due to this "nervous condition."

But Turo says if I feel so, I shall neglect proper self-control; so I take pains to control myself,—before him, at least,—and that makes me very tired. He makes me tired.

I don’t like our room a single iota. I wanted one downstairs that opened onto the fence overlooking the water and had sprawling ivy all over the window, and such pretty old-fashioned chintz hangings! but Turo would not hear of it.

He said there was only one window and not room for our Nidoking sized bed.

He is very careful and loving, and hardly lets me stir without special direction or instruction of some sort.

I have a scheduled prescription for each hour in the day; he takes all care from me, and so I feel basely ungrateful not to value it more.

He said we came here solely on my account and on behalf of the generosity of our funding sources, that I was to have perfect rest and all the air I could get. “Your exercise depends on your strength, my treasure,” said he, “and your food somewhat on your appetite; but air you can absorb all the time.” So we took the room at the top of the lighthouse.

It is a big, airy room, the whole floor nearly, with windows that look all ways, and air and sunshine galore. It was likely a landing first, then perhaps a pokemon nursery, and then maybe a pokemon gym. I should judge; for the windows are barred for little children and creatures, and there are rings and things in the walls.

The paint and paper look as if a childrens’ school had used it. It is stripped off—the paper—in great patches all around the head of my bed, about as far as I can reach, and in a great place on the other side of the room low down. I never saw a worse paper in my life.

One of those sprawling flamboyant patterns committing every artistic sin. I did not pay much attention in my art classes, but I know this much.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate, and provoke study, and when you follow the lame, uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard-of contradictions.

The color is repellant, almost revolting; a smouldering, rusting scarlet, strangely faded by the slow-turning sunlight.

It is a dull yet lurid orange in some places, a grimy muddy tint in others.

No wonder the children hated it! I should hate it myself if I had to live in this room long.

There comes Turo, and I must put this away,—he hates to have me write a word.

-

We have been here two weeks, and I haven’t felt like writing before, since that first day.

I am sitting by the window now, up in this atrocious bedroom, and there is nothing to hinder my writing as much as I please, save lack of strength.

Turo is away all day, and even some nights when his research calls him.

I wish I could answer my own research! Our research!

But these nervous troubles are dreadfully depressing.

Turo does not know how much I really suffer. He knows there is no reason to suffer, and that satisfies him.

Of course it is only nervousness. It does weigh on me so not to do my duty in any way!

I meant to be a partner to Turo, a rival, a rest and comfort, and here I am a comparative burden already!

Nobody would believe what an effort it is to do what little I am able—to dress and brush my teeth, and eat food.

It is fortunate Clavell is so good with the baby. Such a dear baby!

And yet I cannot be with him, it makes me so nervous.

I suppose Turo never was nervous in his life. He laughs at me so about this wallpaper!

At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.

He said that after the wallpaper was changed it would be the heavy bedstead, and then the barred windows, and then that gate at the head of the stairs, and so on.

“You know the place is doing you good,” he said, “and really, querida, I don’t care to renovate the house just for a three months’ rental.”

“Then do let us go downstairs,” I said, “there are nicer rooms there. Plus the water is so close.”

Then he took me in his arms and called me a sweet little fuecoco, and said he would go down to the cellar if I wished, and have it whitewashed into the bargain.

But he is right enough about the beds and windows and things.

It is as airy and comfortable a room as any one need wish, and, of course, I would not be so unreasonable as to make him go so far just for a whim.

I’m really getting quite fond of the big room, all but that horrid paper.

Out of one window I can see the path to Los Platos, those mysterious deep-shaded arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flowers, and bushes and gnarly trees.

Out of another I get a lovely view of the ocean and the cliff side that dips down almost dangerously steeply. There is a beautiful shaded lane that runs down there from the house. I always think I see people and pokemon walking in these numerous paths and arbors, but Turo has cautioned me not to give way to imagination in the least. He says that with my prowess and habit of story-making a nervous weakness like mine is sure to lead to all manner of excited fancies, and that I ought to use my will and good sense to check the tendency. So I grit my teeth and try.

I think sometimes that if I were only well enough to go to the lab for a little while it would relieve the press of ideas and rest me.

But I find I get pretty tired when I think too hard on it.

It is so discouraging not to have any advice and companionship about my research. When I get really well Turo says we will ask Professors Kukui and Burnett over for a long visit; but he says he would as soon put a Electrode in my pillow-case as to let me have those stimulating people about now.

I wish I could get well faster.

But I must not think about that. This paper looks to me as if it knew what a vicious influence it had!

There is a recurrent spot where the pattern lolls like a broken neck and two bulbous eyes stare at you upside-down. Like a red Mimikyu with its head nearly torn asunder.

I get positively furious with the impropriety of it and the unendingness. Up and down and sideways they crawl, and those absurd, unblinking eyes are everywhere. There is one place where two breadths didn’t match, and the eyes go all up and down the line, one a little higher than the other. Skittering and jittering about, like googly eyes in a blender.

I never saw so much expression in an inanimate thing before, at least. An inanimate thing that is truly inanimate and not a Pokemon in disguise. And we all know how much expression they have! I used to lie awake as a child and get more entertainment and terror out of blank walls and plain furniture than most children could find in a pokemart filled with dolls and toys.

I remember what a kindly wink the knobs of our big old vargueño used to have, and there was one accompanying chair that always seemed like a strong friend.

I used to feel that if any of the other things looked too fierce I could always hop into that chair and be safe.

The furniture and trappings of this room are no worse than inharmonious, however, for we had to bring it all from the winding downstairs. I suppose when this was used as a gymnasium area they had to take the Pokemon nursery things out, and no wonder! I never saw such ravages as the pokemon have made here.

The wallpaper, as I said before, is torn off in spots, and it sticks closer than a Zweilous—they must have had perseverance as well as hatred.

Then the floor is scratched and gouged and splintered, the wooden plank itself is dug out here and there, and this great heavy bed, which is all we found in the room, looks as if it had been through the Kalosian war.

But I don’t mind any of that a bit—only the paper.

There comes Clavell. Such a dear man as he is, and so careful of me! I must not let him find me writing.

He is a perfect, and enthusiastic caregiver and hopes only for the best for me. I verily believe he thinks it is the writing which made me sick!

But I can write when he is out, and see him a long way off from these windows.

There is one that commands the road, a lovely, sunny, winding road, and one that just looks off over the country. A lovely country, too, full of great green velvet with dipping grassy knolls and even a strange looking lock off in the distance...

This wallpaper has a kind of sub-pattern in a different shade of scarlet, a particularly irritating one, for you can only see it in certain lights, and not clearly even then.

But in the places where it isn’t faded, and where the sun is just so, I can see a strange, provoking, formless sort of figure, that seems to skulk about behind that silly and conspicuous front design.

There’s Clavell on the stairs!

-

Well, All Legends' Day has come and gone! The guests have left and I am tired out. Turo thought it might do me good to see a little company, so we just had Geeta, Hassel, and a few others from the board down for a week.

Of course I didn’t do a thing. Turo sees to everything now.

But it tired me all the same.

Turo says if I don’t pick up faster he shall send me to Professor Birch in the New Year; he says the air in Verdanturf might do me well.

But I don’t want to go to Hoenn at all. I secretly imagine perhaps my Turo only wants to see what kind of electrical phenomena might be happening down the road in Mauville! What kind of futuristic gadgets he might ogle after!

Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far.

I don’t feel as if it was worthwhile to turn my hand over for anything, and I’m getting dreadfully fretful and querulous, not to mention agitated.

Perhaps worst of all, I am loath to admit, I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

Of course I don’t when Turo is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone.

And I am alone a good deal just now. Turo is kept in lab very often by serious cases, and Clavell is good and lets me alone when I want him to.

So I walk a little along Poco Path or down that lovely hill to the water, sit on the sand under the cliff, and lie down up here a good deal.

I’m getting really fond of the room in spite of the wallpaper. Perhaps because of the wallpaper.

It lingers in my mind so!

I lie here on this great immovable bed—it is nailed down, I believe—and follow that pattern about by the hour. It is as good as acrobatics, I assure you. I start, we’ll say, at the bottom, down in the corner over there where it has not been touched, and I determine for the thousandth time that I will follow that pointless pattern to some sort of a conclusion.

I know little of the principles of design, but I know this thing was not arranged on any laws of repetition, or alternation, or evolution, or mega evolution, or terastalizing anything else that I ever heard of.

It is repeated, of course, by the breadths, but not otherwise.

Looked at in one way, each breadth stands alone, the bloated curves and flourishes—a kind of “debauched Kalosienne”—go waddling up and down in isolated columns of fatuity.

But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic horror, like a lot of wallowing dragalge in full chase.

The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of its going in that direction.

They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully to the confusion.

There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and there, when the cross-lights fade and the low sun shines directly upon it, I can almost fancy evolution after all,—the interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction, growing, becoming bigger, better, stronger, more powerful.

It exhausts me to follow it. I will take a nap, I guess.

-

I don’t know why I should write this.

I don’t want to.

I don’t feel able.

And I know Turo would think it absurd. But I must say what I feel and think in some way—it is such a relief!

But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.

Half the time now I am awfully lazy, and spend more and more of each day hibernating or horizontal.

Turo says I musn’t lose my strength, and has me take feebas-liver oil and lots of potions and things, to say nothing of breads and wine and rare meat.

Dear Turo! He loves me so much, and hates to have me sick. I tried to have a real, earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Kukui and Burnett.

But he said I wasn’t able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished.

It is getting to be a great effort for me to think rationally. Just this nervous weakness, I suppose.

And dearest Turo gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed, and sat by me and read his research notes to me till it tired my head.

It was the most infuriating thing! I want nothing more than to be back in lab! To think! To work! To feel well enough to think and work and be in lab and research! To have his research, our research, read to me and exhaust me to the point that I couldn't concentrate? It brought me to tears. I tried my best to hide them, but nothing gets past Turo.

He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well. He will not make the mistake again to read to me in such a manner.

He says only I can help myself out of my illness, that I must use my will, intelligence, and self-control and not let any silly fancies run away with me.

There’s one comfort: Arven is well and happy, and does not have to occupy this room with the horrid wallpaper.

If we had not used it that blessed child would have! What a fortunate escape! Why, I wouldn’t have a child of mine, an impressionable little thing, live in such a room for worlds.

I never thought of it before, but it is lucky that Turo kept me here after all. I can stand it so much easier than a baby, you see.

Of course I never mention it to them any more,—I am too wise,—but I keep watch of it all the same.

There are things in that paper that nobody knows but me, or ever will.

Behind that outside pattern the dim shapes get clearer every day.

It is always the same shape, only very numerous.

And it is like a pokemon. A dragon, a massive dragon stooping down and creeping about behind that pattern. I don’t like it a bit. I wonder—I begin to think—I wish Turo would take me away from here!

-

It is so hard to talk with Turo about my case, because he is so smart, and because he loves me so.

But I tried it last night.

It was moonlight. The moon shines in all around, just as the sun does.

I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps so slowly, and always comes in by one window or another.

Turo was asleep and I hated to waken him, so I kept still and watched the moonlight on that undulating wallpaper till I felt creepy.

The faint figure behind seemed to shake the pattern, just as if it wanted to get out.

I got up softly and went to feel and see if the paper did move, and when I came back Turo was awake.

“What is it, my treasure?” he said sleepily. “Don’t go walking about like that—you might hurt yourself.”

I thought it was a good time to talk, so I told him that I really was not gaining here, and that I wished we would leave already.

“Why, querida!” said he, “our lease will be up in three weeks, and I can’t see how to leave before.

“The repairs are not done at home, and we cannot possibly have you back in the lab now. Of course if you were in any danger I could and would, but you really are better, cariña, whether you can see it or not. I know. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better. I feel really much easier about you.”

“I don’t weigh a bit more,” said I, “nor as much; and my appetite may be better in the evening, when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away.”

“Bless her little heart!” said he with a big hug; “she shall be as sick as she pleases! But now let’s improve the shining hours by going to sleep, and talk about it in the morning!”

“And you won’t go away?” I asked, admittedly petulantly.

“Why, how can I, my treasure? It is only three weeks more and then we will take a nice little trip of a few days while Clavell helps with getting the house ready. Really, cariña, you are better!”

“Better in body perhaps”—I began, and stopped short, for he sat up straight and looked at me with such a stern, reproachful look that I could not say another word.

“My treasure,” said he, “I beg of you, for my sake and for Arven’s sake, as well as for your own, that you will never for one instant let that idea enter your mind! There is nothing so dangerous, so fascinating, to a temperament like yours. It is a false and foolish fancy. Can you not trust me when I tell you so?”

So of course I said no more on that, and we went to sleep before long. He thought I was asleep first, but I wasn’t,—I lay there for hours trying to decide whether that front pattern and the back pattern really did move together or separately.

On a pattern like this, by daylight, there is a lack of sequence, a defiance of law, that is a constant irritant to an intelligent mind.

The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing.

You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well under way in following, it turns a back somersault and there you are. It double slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. It is like a bad dream sent by a Hypno.

The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding me of an ancient Pokemon from an old book...a brute bonnet. Like a fungus with shades of moss. If you can imagine that in joints, an interminable string of scarlet brute bonnets, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions,—why, that is something like it.

That is, sometimes! Other times maybe more like a paras. Or a parasect.

Sometimes.

There is one marked peculiarity about this paper, a thing nobody seems to notice but myself, and that is that it changes as the light changes.

When the sun shoots in through the east window—I always watch for that first long, straight ray—it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it.

That is why I watch it always.

By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn’t know it was the same paper.

At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the pokemon behind it is as plain as can be.

I didn’t realize for a long time what the thing was that showed behind,—that dim sub-pattern,—but now I am quite sure it is a pokemon. Maybe two, for sometimes I see it moving as if bipedally, other times as if on all fours.

By daylight it is subdued, quiet. I fancy it is the pattern that keeps it so still. It is so puzzling. It keeps me quiet by the hour, too.

-

I lie down ever so much now. Turo says it is good for me, and to sleep all I can.

Indeed, he started the habit by making me lie down for an hour after each meal.

It is a very bad habit, I am convinced, for, you see, I don’t sleep.

And that cultivates deceit, for I don’t tell them I’m awake,—oh, no!

The fact is, I am getting a little upset with Turo.

He seems very queer sometimes, and even Clavell has an inexplicable look.

It strikes me occasionally, just as a scientific hypothesis, that perhaps it is the paper!

I have watched Turo when he did not know I was looking, and come into the room suddenly on the most innocent excuses, and I’ve caught him several times looking at the paper! And Clavell too. I caught Clavell with his hand on it once.

He didn’t know I was in the room, and when I asked him in a quiet, a very quiet voice, with the most restrained manner possible, what he was doing with the paper, he turned around as if he had been caught stealing, and looked quite stern—asked me why I should surprise him so!

Then he said that the paper seemed to stain everything it touched, that he had found scarlet splotches on all my clothes and Turo’s, and he wished we would be more careful!

Did not that sound innocent? But I know he was studying that pattern, and I am determined that nobody shall find it out but myself!

Life is very much more exciting now than it used to be. You see I have something more to expect, to look forward to, to watch. I really do eat better, and am more quiet than I was.

Turo is so pleased to see me improve! He laughed a little the other day, and said I seemed to be flourishing in spite of my wallpaper.

I brushed it off with a laugh. I had no intention of telling him it was because of the wallpaper—he would make fun of me. He might even want to take me away.

I don’t want to leave now until I have found it out. There is a week more, and I think that will be enough.

I’m feeling ever so much better! I don’t sleep much at night, for it is so interesting to watch developments; but I sleep a good deal in the daytime.

In the daytime it is tiresome and perplexing.

There are always new shoots on the brute bonnets, and new shades of scarlet all over them. I cannot keep count of it, though I have tried conscientiously.

It is the strangest scarlet, that wallpaper! It makes me think of all the scarlet things I ever saw—not beautiful ones like tulips, but rotting, foul, bad scarlet things.

But there is something else about that paper—the smell! I noticed it the moment we came into the room, but with so much air and sun it was not bad. Now we have had a week of fog and rain, making the air stagnant and cloyingly humid, and since the windows must stay closed, the smell is here.

It creeps all over the house.

I find it hovering downstairs, skulking in the landing, hiding in the hall, lying in wait for me on the doorways.

It gets into my hair. I've even painstakingly brushed and washed it to try and get it out, to no success.

If I turn my head suddenly, surprise! There is that smell!

Such a peculiar odor, too! I have spent hours in trying to analyze it, to find what it smelled like.

It is not bad—at first, and very gentle, but quite the subtlest, most enduring odor I ever met.

In this damp weather it is awful. I wake up in the night and find it hanging over me.

It used to disturb me at first. I thought seriously of burning the house—to reach the smell.

But now I am used to it. The only thing I can think of that it is like is the color of the paper! A scarlet smell.

-

There is a very funny mark on this wall, low down, near the mopboard. A streak that runs round the room. It goes behind every piece of furniture, except the bed, a long, straight, even splotch, as if it had been rubbed over and over.

I wonder how it was done and who did it, and what they did it for. Round and round and round—round and round and round—it makes me dizzy!

I really have discovered something at last.

Through watching so much at night, when it changes so, I have finally found out.

The front pattern does move—and no wonder! The Pokemon behind shakes it!

Sometimes I think there are a great many Pokemon behind, and sometimes only one, and it crawls around fast, and its crawling shakes it all over.

Then in the very bright spots it keeps still, and in the very shady spots it just takes hold of the bars and shakes them hard.

And it is all the time trying to climb through or bend them apart. But nobody could climb through that pattern—it strangles so; I think that is why it has so many heads.

They get through, and then the pattern strangles them off and turns them upside-down, and makes their eyes white!

If those heads were covered or taken off it would not be half so bad.

-

I think that pokemon gets out in the daytime!

And I’ll tell you why—privately—I’ve seen it!

I can see it out of every one of my windows!

It is the same pokemon, I know, for it is always creeping, and most Pokemon that big do not creep by daylight.

I see it on Poco Path, creeping up and down. I see it going up and down the cliff road leading to the sandy shore, creeping through the nearby cave network.

I see it on that long road with the grassy knolls, creeping along, and when an errant person comes it crawls vertically up the cliff face!

I don’t blame it a bit. It must be very humiliating to be caught creeping by daylight!

I always lock the door when I creep by daylight. I can’t do it at night, for I know Turo would suspect something at once.

And Turo is so queer now, that I don’t want to irritate him. I wish he would take another room! Besides, I don’t want anybody to get that pokemon out at night but myself. My sweet scarlet dragon.

I often wonder if I could see it out of all the windows at once.

But, turn as fast as I can, I can only see out of one at one time.

And though I always see it, it may be able to creep faster than I can turn!

I have watched it sometimes away off in Los Platos, gliding as fast as a cloud shadow in a high wind.

If only that top pattern could be gotten off from the under one! I mean to try it, little by little.

I have found out another funny thing, but I shan’t tell it this time! It does not do to trust people too much. Not even paper people.

There are only two more days to get this paper off, and I believe Turo is beginning to notice. I don’t like the look in his eyes.

And I heard him ask Clavell a lot of professional questions about me. He had a very good report to give.

He said I slept a good deal in the daytime.

Turo knows I don’t sleep very well at night, for all I’m so unusually still and quiet!

He asked me all sorts of questions, too, and pretended to be very loving and kind.

As if I couldn’t see through him!

Still, I don’t wonder why he acts so, sleeping under this paper for three months.

It only interests me, but I feel sure Turo and Clavell are secretly affected by it.

-

Hurrah! This is the last day, but it is enough. Turo is to stay in the lab overnight, and won’t be out until this evening.

Clavell wanted to sleep in the room with me—the sly thing! but I told him I should undoubtedly rest better for a night all alone.

That was clever, for really I wasn’t alone a bit! As soon as it was moonlight, and that poor thing began to crawl and shake the pattern, I got up and ran to help it.

I pulled and it shook, I shook and it pulled, and before morning we had peeled off yards of that paper.

A strip about as high as my head and half around the room.

And then when the sun came and that awful pattern began to laugh at me I declared I would finish it to-day!

We go away to-morrow, and the pokemon movers are taking all my furniture down again to leave things as they were before.

Clavell looked at the wall in amazement, but I told him merrily that I did it out of pure spite at the vicious thing.

He laughed and said he wouldn’t mind doing it himself, but I must not get tired.

How he betrayed himself that time!

But I am here, and no person touches this paper but me—not alive!

He tried to get me out of the room—it was too patent! But I said it was so quiet and empty and clean now that I believed I would lie down again and sleep all I could; and not to wake me even for dinner—I would call when I woke.

So now he is gone, and the pokemon movers are gone, and the things are gone, and there is nothing left but that great bedstead nailed down, with the canvas mattress we found on it.

We shall sleep downstairs tonight, and take a cab home tomorrow.

I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare again.

How those Pokemon did tear about here back in the day!

This bedstead is fairly gnawed!

But I must get to work.

I have locked the door and thrown the key down toward the sandy shore.

I don’t want to go out, and I don’t want to have anybody come in, till Turo comes.

I want to astonish him.

I’ve got a pokeball up here that even Clavell did not find. If that pokemon does get out, and tries to get away, I can catch it!

But I forgot I could not reach far to grab the paper without anything to stand on!

This bed will not move!

I tried to lift and push it until I was lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a little piece of the frame at one corner—but it hurt my teeth.

Then I peeled off all the paper I could reach standing on the floor. It sticks horribly and the pattern just enjoys it! All those strangled heads and bulbous eyes and waddling bonnet growths just shriek with derision!

I am getting angry enough to do something desperate. To jump out of the window would be admirable exercise, but the bars are too strong even to try, as is the glass.

Besides I wouldn’t do it. Of course not. I know well enough that a step like that is foolish and might be misconstrued.

I don’t like to look out of the windows even—there are so many of those creeping pokemon, and they creep so fast.

I wonder if they all come out of that wallpaper as I did?

But I am safe and sound in my pokeball—you won’t get me out in the road there!

I suppose I shall have to get back behind the pattern when it comes night, and that is hard!

It is so pleasant to be out in this great room and creep around as I please!

I don’t want to go outside. I won’t, even if Clavell asks me to.

For outside you have to creep on the ground, and everything is green instead of scarlet.

But here I can creep along smoothly on the floor, and my shoulder just fits in that long splotch around the wall, so I cannot lose my way.

Why, there’s Turo at the door!

It is no use, Human, you can’t open it!

How he does call and pound!

Now he’s crying for an axe.

It would be a shame to break down that beautiful door!

“Turo, cariño!” said I in the gentlest voice, “the key is down by the beach, near the cliff's edge!”

That silenced him for a few moments. Did he understand me? Can he speak in my tongue? Can I speak his?

Then he said—very quietly indeed, “Open the door, my treasure!”

“I can’t,” said I. “The key is down by the beach, near the cliff's edge."

And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see. Or maybe he just left.

Eventually, he found a way, of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door.

“What is the matter?” he cried. “For god’s sake, what are you doing!”

I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over my shoulder.

“I’ve got out at last,” roared I, “in spite of you! And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!”

And clearly I'm the stronger one here because my opponent fainted!

But...were we in a battle? Why would he faint? I didn't use a single move.

But he did.

He fainted right across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him along my splotched wall path.

[biology-with-jacq]

Hello Mr. Jacq I am here to ask you if you happen to have an artbox open. It's a fun way to get anonymous art of anything and here's what's hopefully the link to make your own if you so choose to

https://drawme.share-on.me/6wXPfivCHv

I hope you're having a good day

Thanks for reading

Hello, hello! You say I can get anonymous drawings with this? Wow! I'll set it right up then!

Heeere we go! I cherish every drawing I get from my students, and now they can send them to me in digital form! How exciting! :D I can't wait to see what I get later!

Thank you so much for suggesting this!

[ravenveenova97]

Paldea Forbidden Fruit

UVA Valentines day

It's a Wednesday at Uva academy and I've been secretly in the home Ec class after some persuasion to use it in my spare time, as you see it's Valantins day in the academy and iv been perfecting some chilli chocolate for a certan someone, you see we're allowed to give chocolates to just about anyone teaches included, so this batch i was making was solely for Jacq, i remember us talking once and he said he puts hot sauce on about everything, so i realized he likes spicy foods, less could be said about me heheheheh i can only handle mild spice "ok so the chocolets have been seating in the freezer for a wile now and the box i made is done,think its time to get them out" i walk over to the freezer and pull them out and give them the tap test, i taped them all and there fully set so i brought them over the my station and slowly popped the heart shaped chocolets out of there molds gently placing them into the hexagon box "i really hope Jacq likes these hehehhehe" after i placed them in i put the lid on top and grabbed some purple and lilac ribbon and tied it around the box finishing it with a bow and a name tag, but just then i saw someone dart into the home ec class and slam the door shut.

I looked up from where I was to see Arven out of breath with he's tie all massed up "hehehehe that bad out there is it" Arven jumps out of he's skin and turns round "Honan!!! I didn't know you was in here too" I giggle and finish curling the bow ends "yer I'm just about done in here so it's all yours" Arven walks over wile straighting he's tie "you made chocolates?" I look at him and then look away nodding "er yer" Arven face grew soft and smiled "have someone in mind" again I nod but don't tell him "well the class rooms yours see ya" I quickly picked them up and went to leave but Arven grabbed my hand, i looked round at him and hes cheeks were rosie "be careful out there.......I saw a group of guys looking for you" i giggle and nod at him "ok i will thank you Arven" i was in a good mood so i may have gave Arven a qwick peck on the cheek to tease him a little "also good luck with all the girls" i laghed and ran right out of the door with a big smile on my face wile Arven stood there with a soft smile "i cant full for her........she likes some elce" Arven shakes hes head and hides out in the home ec class room to hide from all the girls chasing him.

I'm walking around the entrance hall and the academy is decorated to the brim with Valantins decor even a few cupids were hanging from the ceilings, I took what Arven said into consideration and stay allusive, not that mind getting chocolates from other guys but......there really only one person I like them from, just then I see a crowd of girls and what looked like Mr Salvator, I look at him and he's arms are choc a block full of chocolates "dam he's popular with the female students heheheh" Salvator was happily smiling and laughing wile he got given more chocolates, I just giggled and walked to the Nurses office to take a sneak peek on Miriam.

I walk there and I hear a little happy squill and I opens the door ajar to see what's going on "hehehehe you made me chocolates, it's not going to be as bad as the sandwich you made me last time is it" my eyes widen as this was a shock, "Miss Dendra gave chocolates to Miriam, ha I didn't know they both swung that way" I could see how happy Mirim was about getting them and Miss Dendra smiling to the nines "they should be packed full with vitamins to give you an extra boost"Miriam face turned and put on a sheepish smile "Dendra you don't put vitamins in chocolate, how could your spoil the taste of them like that" I quietly chuckled and closed the door as I have eves dropped long enough "I guess I won't bug Mirim asking were Jacq is, also Salvator busy to" I shake my head and I go to find him myself, i walk down the stairs and i hear yelling "AAAAAA LEAVE ME ALONE!!" all of a sudden I saw Arven run past me at mock speed and a crude of girls chasing him down "DONT LET HIM GET AWAY!!!!"

I broke out in fits of laughter holding my sides almost being brought to tears "hahahhahah he really doesn't do well around girls" I wiped my tears away and looked about but that's when I heard a crowd of boys "HAY I FOUND HONAN" I end up pulling a shocked face and looked about frantically and made a run for it "whyyyyy not me toooooo" I booked it back up the stairs not wanting to get chocolets from them, problem was I couldn't lose them and i got chased all the way to the roof of the Academy, im looking about trying to think were to go next but it was too late they cought up and i was cornered "Hoana please accept these" i look at the guy handing me the chocolets "and me too"

I didn't want to refuse them but I can't accept them either, but just then I get my destination "DONT LET HIM ESCAPE!!" I see Arven booking it along the roof and I run away and next to him "still got the girls after you" he is panting out of breath and nods "I can't seem to shake them....I see you got the guys after you too" were both running till we hit a dead end "crap there no were to go" i look down and panting out of breath, but the girls and boys close in and i take a deep breath "yea there is and its down" i wissle and grab Arven's hand and jump off the roof "HONAN WHAT YOU DOING!!!" We were falling but just then my Noivern swooped in and grabbed us both out of mid air and flew us down then dropped us in the academy cought yard, Arven was dropped first and I was dropped after landing right in he's lap kind of crushing hes man hood "FUCK!!" I pulled a pained look at him and got off "I'm so sorry Arven I didn't mean to land on you there" he's in pain holding down there and stubbles up "it's fine, let's go" he grabs my hand and runs off with me.

He runs further into the court and we hear the female and male students, I look about in a panic "where do we go" Arven looks around and then pulls me with him "we're hide in here" we enter a little shed and Arven closes the door and we both duck, but it was a tight fit "er it's kind of small In here" Arven and me are literally inches apart "yer just a bit" he had one hand on the wall behind me and sat in-between my legs, he was looking away a little flushed in the cheek and I got to admit I was blushing a little too I mean I'm wearing a skirt and he's between my legs, but all of a sudden Arven looked up at the door and I got a whiff of hes Aftershave, i recognize the sent, cinnamon musk with a hint of cloves but there a hint of sweetness there, the sent was devine and i smiled "why are you smiling for" i take a deep breath and sigh "Arven you smell so nice" he shoots bright red and was about to yell but he stoped him self "dont say that wile your in a skirt and we're this close" i couldn't help myself he smelled to good "i cant help it, also smell some thing sweet" Arven looks away and i move closer to him and take a deep breath in "its chocolate.......did you make some?" Arven sighed and looked down at me "yer I did"

I smile cutely at him and pull away "really who for?" He goes into he pocket and pulls out a dainty yellow box with cyan ribbon "I made some for you" shocked I look at the box and reach out for it slowly "for me" again Arven looks away and then back at me wile hes eyes turn to me "look you don't have to accept them but......" I happily took the box out of he's hands softly smiling "what if I said I do except" Arven eyes widen and he looks at me shocked "really you have them" i nod at him and Arven brightly smiles, we stay put for a wile untill the cost was clear and the bell to end the school day rang "its the end bell" Arven nods and we both stand up but pushed right in to each other "erm can we leave now" Arven shakes hes head clear and opens the door "of course sorry" i smile and step out and breath a sigh of relief "thank goodness there gone" Arven Chuckled and looked down at me "that's a relief hahahah hows the chocolets you made" i pull them out of my skirt pocket and smile "there in one peace thankfully" I giggle and we walk back into the academy and make our way back to our dorms, i said bye to Arven as well as thanking him for the chocolets he made me and walked into the teachers dorm, I got in and i saw everyone with there chocolates happily smiling away and talking to each other "amazing right, they all got chocolets and here i thought i was the students favorite Teacher"

I look next to me and see Jacq smiling but it was kind of a sad one I got shy and reached for he's sleeve holding onto it "well......Jacq can we.......I like to talk to you in private" I'm fidgeting and I can feel my hands getting a little clammy while my heart was racing in my chest "of course, lets head into my room, you can tell me in there" I nod and let go wile follow him in, Jacq sat down on hes bed then patted it for me to sit with him "make yourself comfortable Honan" Im blushing but sit down next to him "so what's on your mind" I fidget and i reach into my skirt pocket and pull out the small hexagon box "well....you wasn't forgotten......i made you some chocolets.....but i couldn't find you.....sorry there a little late" Jacq smiles wile i hand it over to him "Honan im touched, thank you" i smile at him and play with a strand of hair "there chilli chocolates.......I remember you saying you like spicy foods so" Jacq was surprised i remembered that and a gentle smile grew on hes face "you really did that for me" i nod and shyly smile, Jacq looks at the door and then puts the chocolates aside "thank you Honan......do you mind closing your eyes for a sec" i look up at him and hes softly smiling at me, I nod and close my eyes but i herd a draw open and then close then the feeling of Jacq sitting back down "i know i could get into trubble but Honan open your hands out" i slowly stretch my hands out and i feel something in them "you can open them now" when i did i saw a lovely purple heart shaped box with again Cyan ribbon with lilac detailing then the tag saying Honan, i look up at Jacq who's cheeks were a pretty pink hue, i smile and undo the beautiful ribbon then opened the box to an assorted fruits with a layer of chocolate over them "I remember you saying chocolate covered fruit was a favorite.......so i got theas wile i was out" I had a little tear in my eye and i wiped it away "thank you Jacq i love it and it means a lot you rememberd" i put the lid back on the box and picked up the stunning Cyan ribbon "you know that ribbon would look cute in your hair" i gulp as he takes it out of my hand and tells me to turn round, as i turned round i felt hes hands gently pick up some of my hair and softly put the ribbon in "there all done hahahah let's have a look" I turn back round to him and hes got that soft look in hes eyes again "you look lovely.......suits you Honan" i smile shyly and brush my fring out of the way "thank you jacq.......for the fruit and for this" i raise my hand up to the bow and smile "any time Honan you become a treasured friend and student......so wanted to get you something special" I look to my side shyly and smile, it was a good day i was able to give my chocolets to Jacq and he got me some too with a cute bow........im really starting to like him........I think.....I see him as something more as a friend now.

[chaoticgeminate]

Cloud Nine (iii)

Summary: Returning home to Paldea to retire, after living a life known as the "Champion of Champions" brings you back to an old friend -now a new love- with dark secrets who need your help.

Pairing: Javi G x f!Reader

Rating: T (Any smut is going to be implied only)

Notes/Warnings: Nothing major, this story is going to be fairly light hearted, though I will be using some of the wild Pokédex entries as reference for a few scenes.

Written for @yearofcreation2023

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take my hand and take a deep breath (3k)

Geeta was silent for a long second before leaning back in her seat, weeks of planning and plotting and help from the kids had given you a vast network of Team Rocket sightings all over Paldea, along with what had resulted in arrests and notes on if those arrests led to prison time or not. Some of the grunts had done it due to coercion from the higher ranking members, Lucas’ executives, but others truly wanted the money that came from stealing and selling Pokémon illegally.

“We’ll have to try and track down the buyers too, the reason it’s working is that there is a market after all, they are just as guilty.” Geeta’s remark made you nod gently, you’d been swarmed by all sorts of people asking to buy your Pokémon from you, the partners and friends you’d grown with who helped you achieve victory in the region’s League, and when you’d denied them… the attitude had been ridiculous coming from people twice your age. Treating your friends like toys or collectibles instead of living creatures, a disgusting mindset.

“I’m sure the techs behind PC Box technology will help out, Jacq is a guarantee and so is Bill, I’ll reach out to all of them. You spoke to the other Chairpersons? How’d that go?”

“About as good as you can expect, now that you’ve tackled the trouble in their region most of them don’t really care about ours, too busy worrying about their League seasons and duties. But the new Champions were willing to keep an eye out, so there’s that.” You exhaled and leaned back in your armchair, knowing that your successors were good kids who wanted better for their regions was a relief.

“How does it feel, having your Championship team at the ready?” Geeta took a small sip of her tea and studied you, knowing that with the fast approaching end of the season you’d traded out your travel team for the six Pokémon that had been by your side when you’d been named the Champion, the team that she’d repeatedly lost to again and again before agreeing to be the pseudo-Champion so that you could travel and see the world.

“Strange, it feels very strange, it’s nostalgic as hell. Geeta what the hell am I supposed to do if I lose? I’ve never thought about what I wanted to do after all of this.” Pokémon raising and battling was your life, it had kept you going for so long, you’d traveled and learned more and more about the world and the creatures that were part of it. You had joked about spending a few weeks just sleeping in a bed, since you hadn’t exactly expected any of what you’d come home to, but you knew how you were and the restlessness would set in quickly if you woke up with no responsibilities too many mornings in a row.

“Whatever you want, so long as we actually pull this off and get Team Rocket out of our home for good.”

Leaving Rook and Wheels back with the others in your PC felt strange but it was imperative that you had your championship team on hand, in order to make Lucas sweat and create a solid distraction for the kids you’d come to an agreement to challenge the Elite Four and Geeta live in front of everyone. As if you were taking the League on for the first time yourself, a way to showcase why you were still the Champion as well as put all eyes on you since Addie and her friends had come up with three locations that might possibly be Team Rocket’s base.

Javi, Lucas, and a few other local big businessmen were going to be sitting with the Professors from Uva Academy up in the VIP box of the stadium; allowing the kids to divide and conquer the three locations that you’d all come up with as possible headquarters to potentially end Team Rocket before they could get stronger. It was kind of terrifying to think that after weeks and weeks of plotting and careful coordination, after weeks of not knowing if Lucas had caught on to your plans, that all of it would be over. Either the kids all came out strong or they all lost, an equally terrifying fate, which was why you’d enlisted the help of the Gym Leaders as a last minute chance.

You had no clue if any of them did work for Lucas, if it was just Poppy as his in with the League or if he had someone else, but you couldn’t risk sending the kids in without some sort of back-up. Larry, as a joint Gym Leader and member of the Elite Four, was the only one excluded from the operation since you had to face him in front of the crowds; in his place you sent Addie’s father, after he found out just what was happening because of a slip-up on Javi’s part.

As a parent he’d been proud and terrified of what was happening in Addie’s life currently, to ease his worries you allowed him to help. Nicolas had enlisted his wife Olivia to actually go with Addie since she didn’t get nearly as much notice as he did in a crowd, choosing instead to be a distraction the best way he could and putting on a small performance in the area while his wife and daughter and her team infiltrated the supposed base.

With all of these combating things swirling in your head you looked up at Geeta and felt the weariness, the fear and the worry that this wouldn’t work clashing with the hope and attempts at keeping positive and trusting in the abilities of those that had come after you, it weighed you down and your friend reached out to take your hands in hers.

“I think you need this more than you know, you need time to just be you, even traveling the world you always checked in and asked about the students and if the League needed you to come back. I know that if you could handle all of this on your own, that you would; that you would allow these kids to just be kids a little longer while you did what the League Champions and Gym Leaders you defeated should have done for you. Not one of those kids blames you for needing help, none of us blame you for needing back-up and asking us to make sure that this works.” Geeta’s forehead bumped yours and she squeezed your hands, pulling you into a hug that you hadn’t even realized you needed.

“You’ve been a Champion your entire life, you’ve been pushing yourself and changing the world for the better your entire life, you have never gotten to just be you since you were ten. You need to finally discover who you are without any of that.”

“How do you always make so much sense?” Geeta laughed at your question and let you cry as the emotions finally bubbled over, spilling into a soft sniffle before you burst into tears. All you wanted was for this to work out, for your home to be safe and the kids to come out of this okay, for Javi to finally be free.

He understood why you couldn’t tell him anything, he knew better than to ask for details of your plan, you were providing him with plausible deniability if this didn’t work; but Javi hated it all the same. You looked amazing in the clothes you’d chosen for today, the white formal vest covered just enough that you’d opted out of a shirt underneath and the knee length trousers were wide-leg and in the same shade of the Uva Academy uniform.

It was a call back to your first victory, all those years ago, when you’d been wearing the Spring Uniform shorts and button down. Part of why he suspected this “Champion Re-Assessment Tournament” was all part of your plan to end Lucas’ operation for good.

Beside him Lucas was talking to his fiancée, speculating how well Poppy would perform against the Champion of Champions, and Javi caught Jacq’s eye as his old schoolmate glanced up from his Rotom Phone. Both of them had once been your friends and rivals, though Geeta and Jacq had been your main contenders more often than Javi, and yet it was strange being in this setting once more.

“Do you think she’ll do it, defeat all four of them in a row and Geeta?” Ilise, his cousin’s bride-to-be, looked genuinely doubtful and Javi felt the swell of pride knowing that you’d prove her wrong. There had been a lot of people who had been unhappy with your return, who saw Geeta as the true Champion given your choice to leave the region for so long, and this would not only bring focus to the future of the League but remind people why you had gotten to where you were.

“Without any doubts, she has been battling and winning Pokémon Leagues all over the world for decades now has she not?” He earned a nod and Ilise’s expression shifted to consideration as she looked down at the battlefield where Poe was facing off against Rika’s Whiscash, sending Eevee against an aquatic Pokémon hadn’t made much sense until you’d gone on the offensive weaving trailblaze -a grass type move- into a flurry of attacks when the water-type emerged to attack directly.

You truly had changed, you’d always trusted your Pokémon partners but now you stood with more confidence and he could see the way your eyes darted over the battlefield as it kept changing due to the damages being caused from every ability thrown. The way you were creating a new strategy, like having Poe use quick attack to bounce off boulders that Whiscash had broken up in order to put more momentum behind the landing attack. He was so invested in your battle for the moment, in watching as you once again captured the hearts of the region, that he didn’t realize the box was slowly clearing out around him.

“Javi.” He turned and barely managed to throw himself out of the way of a fist, Lucas now on his feet as Ilise held a pokéball at the ready, and down blow he heard screaming in the stands as dozens of Team Rocket members began calling out their Pokémon while the professors helped the trainers in the crowd try to fight back against the attack.

“I know your little girlfriend has been scheming against me, and I’m going to make sure she backs off even if it means I have to kill you, cousin.” Lucas’ remark was followed by him calling on his Pyroar and it was quickly joined by Ilise’s Flamigo. Arizona was growling the second he called on her and Javi knew he had to get out of the VIP box for more room as fast as he could.

“Arizona, we need to move.” Your recent practice matches, with Javi being your opponent, had helped refresh his battle skills and Arizona blasted a hyper voice out that disoriented all four of their opponents before following him out the door. He very nearly collided with you, Poe letting out a low bark, and your hand gripped his tightly.

“Addie’s group is in danger, we have to get to Alfornado now!” Javi nodded and called on Rook, you’d given him the pokéball to hang onto just in case and your Corviknight easily carried the two of you over the crowd the moment you managed to get outside. You had your Rotom phone floating beside you, showcasing Nic and Grusha working together to face off against some executive while Addie and her friends faced off a seemingly endless amount of Team Rocket grunts.

“Where did all of these people even come from?!” He truly had no idea how Lucas and his family managed to create such a large scale faction of thieves and criminals. Javi could expect some of them being forced to do this, sure, but not all of them; this many people couldn’t be forced into attacking citizens in public like this.

“All of the people who were forced into his operation were at his dummy headquarters in Zapapico and Porto Marinada, they surrendered the moment that they were confronted by the Team Star kids and the Gym Leaders; it’s all of the volunteer members that stayed in Alfornado and came to watch the Re-Assessment Tournament today.”

“That was a lot of people in the stands though, dozens! How many are back at Alfornado?” The idea that the kids were heavily outnumbered didn’t sit well with him, especially since it was Nic’s daughter that was among the group and you’d been stressing enough about how you were doing the same as the Champions before you, and your eyes were on the horizon as the town came into view.

“Enough to be a problem.” As Rook landed outside of Lucas’ manor -the one place Javi didn’t think he would be brave enough to use as a headquarters- you were off and he raced after you without any hesitating once he’d recalled Rook. You had Poe come out of his ball, Javi quickly doing the same with Arizona, and as he ran beside you Javi felt brave enough to fight so that he could have a happy future with you. Even if it meant he had to give up everything, if he had to service jail time for hiding the truth, all that mattered was Team Rocket being stopped for good.

Arizona let out a hyper voice as Poe went on the offensive with trailblaze to take out the water type Tauros that Addie’s Quaquaval was facing, allowing Nic’s Mr. Mime to get a light screen out.

“Lucas is on his way here, all of you need to get out of here before he does because he will not hesitate to kill you.” Javi’s warning as you and Addie worked together to finally pin down the two executives made both Nic and Olivia look at the kids, in the time it took to get here the couple and their young charges managed to KO the Pokémon of the grunts and send them running, now he needed the evidence for the League and to do that he needed to get into the study.

“Alright, are you two going to be-“

“We’ll be fine, take the kids and go.”

Your sharp reply as you all but shoved Addie toward her friends made Javi nod too, standing beside you as Nic called on his Corviknight to get everyone out, and once Yilena -Lucas’ main executive- realized that she was in trouble she chose to run. He stopped you from chasing her, shaking his head and leading you out of the second floor lounge into Lucas’ study, and you stood by ready to fight as Javi worked to get into Lucas’ system after getting through to Turo for help.

Javi’s heart was racing as Turo began sending details of employee accounts, bank information, and all the evidence the League would need to pursue legal action to Geeta. There was a margin of a chance that you’d be able to get out before Lucas got here, a small one, but a chance all the same; he didn’t want to see you hurt and Javi knew this was when the desperation would push his cousin to do something stupid.

“It’s done, let’s go-“

“Get down Javi!” Your scream was shrill as he heard the loud rush of roaring flames and something stood at his back protecting him from the flames, the blaze slowed down and he turned to see something incredible. Arizona and Poe were standing together but they weren’t Eevee now, instead there was a pink and blue Sylveon standing together with their ribbons intertwined and two layers of a light screen protecting you and him from Lucas’ Charizard.

All the years of Arizona refusing to evolve, whenever he’d tried to give her the choice of stone, and now she’d done so to protect him. Her pink eyes gleamed when she glanced back at him, looking so cute with her blue and white fur and pink tipped ribbons.

“After all this time you evolve your runt into that? Charizard, use inferno.”

“Poe use moonblast!”

“Disarming voice, Arizona.”

Watching the two Sylveon work as a team, with Arizona disrupting Charizard so that Poe’s attack could land, was truly a spectacle and Javi felt your hand slide into his to remind him that you were here too. That you were by his side, facing this down with him.

He watched you pull out your Tera orb, watched the shimmer as Poe began to respond to it, and the blue Tera crystal gleamed as it formed and boosted your Pokémon’s power. As the water nature energy swirled within the hollow crystal, a phenomenon that Turo was still trying to determine the origin of, Javi watched your eyes sparkle and felt your hand grip his tighter as Charizard’s mouth began to fill with flames. He felt his heart pounding as he stood there with you.

“Arizona, helping hand, please.” The glow of energy that formed around her flowed into Poe, giving him even more power to make sure that Lucas’ Charizard would not get back up.

“Tera blast!” The tera energy transferred from the crystal formation into three fast moving spirals of water with the third tightening into a whirlpool, the spray of water was strong enough to spray so much that the flames were extinguished around the room and it knocked Lucas onto the floor. It had to be luck that he hit his head, allowing Javi to rush over and secure him with the curtain ropes for the authorities to arrive, and you looked up at him with a smile once he was certain his cousin would not be breaking out of the temporary binding.

Watching you raid Lucas’ belt for his pokéballs, recalling his Charizard, you had Marshmallow -your Baxcalibur- carry the restrained man out of the manor as the League officials and the police officers that weren’t on Lucas’ payroll arrived to secure him for his prison sentence.

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[frontierpodiatrist]

now that the teal mask is out, i have a few additions to make to my jacq "pepe silvia" conspiracy board. first of all:

WHY WAS HE JUST IN THE FUCKING BUSHES WITH NO WARNING. YOU'RE SO SCARY

the conversation at the very beginning of the dlc b/w him and briar i think seems pretty obviously off and suspicious; i'm sure she's important, but she's also so obviously suspicious that it feels like some sort of red herring meant to throw people off (though that's probably giving TPC too much credit)

the way it zooms in on him contemplating makes me so...as evidenced in the rest of the dlc (and main game), zooms like this tend to foreshadow some sort of ominous meaning, and given she's the one asking i find it interesting it focuses on jacq here instead

part of what i suspect to be the case here, is that either he showed up because of the fact terastal energy was present, or to keep an eye on briar after she said something that made him suspicious (under the ruse of looking out after you), possibly both; notably he isn't in town, which might be for "field research" or so she doesn't know that he's there

to reference another post about jacq from awhile ago, someone pointed out the terrarium in his biology lab room resembles the terrarium under blueberry; given what briar references at the end of the dlc, if he's keeping tabs on her and/or blueberry, this would come full circle

THIS IS FOR SURE POISONED. AND YOUR 'RAIDON KNOWS IT, THAT'S WHY IT DIDN'T COME OUT.

now to switch topics a bit, i'm going to talk about something not entirely related to dlc but was pointed out to me via a series of tweets from a japanese-speaking jacq fan

this first half of the dlc, the teal mask, is heavily based on the myth of momotarō: "a boy born from a peach who grows up to vanquish some ogres", "Momotarō met and befriended a talking dog, monkey and pheasant," you get the gist now what was pointed out to me, is that the indigo disk is likely based off the myth of urashima tarō:

so, that's more than likely the reference, though i'm sure the world turtle is also an inspiration. also to where this ties into jacq:

something i didn't bring up last time, but i find interesting, is that zinnia's often mean "thinking of absent/distant/dead friends". irt the professor this is interesting, considering he never once brings them up, but combined with the description of the crystal pools in kitakami allegedly letting you "see long lost loved ones" and being obviously crystals like in area zero, it presents some very interesting connotations

the myth of urashima tarō regarding this "jewel/treasure box" interests me as well, given the thematic relevancy of crystals/jewels, as well as the treasure hunt, and the fact that terapagos in all likelihood grants wishes. given the story, it's all too possible jacq might be in some way protecting terapagos (rather than being evil, although it'd be fun) and will in either case potentially be relevant in the indigo disk. i didn't expect him to even cameo much in the teal mask and...here we are, so

and lastly,

"i wish i could go" → "hehe i came anyway"

My ScarVio Jacq Crack Theory

i have to get this out because i feel insane that no one else seems to be headcanoning/thinking about this except two people, but i feel like jacq is definitely either up to something nefarious or has some sort of relevancy to the upcoming DLC and/or the hexagon pokémon from the scarlet/violet book

- he was marketed as almost a main character, one of the first few characters whose design was revealed and almost implied to be like a relevant character but in-game he is none pizza. nothing burger. go girl, give us nothing! he barely has any lines outside of his classes

- in relevance to that, he’s the only teacher that you can’t bond with. you can even bond with miriam and she doesn’t even teach a class. what’s up with THAT jacq

Keep reading

[shmothman]

Violet??? Does professor sada mean nothing to you?!?!? Jkjk

Listen sada’s hotter than turo for sure (adam levine lookin ass) but she still looks too instagrammable for my taste 🤣 she may dress in prehistoric-themed outfits but she’s just too conventionally attractive for my weird ass 🤣🤣 cha boy likes em androgynous. Cyllene was the closest we’ve gotten to a butch woman in pokemon so far… and I looked at the characters leaks and Rika got me like 👀💕👀💕

But really I just liked miraidon better than koraidon 🤣 and my partner wanted scarlet 🤣

[charcadett]

some paldean e4 silliness - before the other professors know who Poppy is, they mistakenly assume she's an adult, because Hassel talks about her like he does his other peers. Hassel mentions showing his coworker Poppy a new card game, but doesn't mention that it was like Go Fish or Uno. he brings her to lunch with Salvatore or something and Salvatore does a little double-take before he's like 'how merveilleux to meet the esteemed Ms Poppy! enchanté, Hassel speaks very highly of you!'

This is such a cute idea and I can totally see this happening lol.

Academy Staff Meeting Poppy Surprise!

It never crosses Hassel’s mind that how he talks about Poppy could be misleading. He knows her as a brilliant child and a powerful Elite Four member. The fact that one may imagine her differently from tales of her antics is not even a possibility to him. Poppy’s art skills are beyond her age just like her battling skills. The drawings and doodles that Hassel shows off appear as the heartfelt, if amateurish, product of a young adult. It’s a frequent occurrence to hear Hassel praising the Steel-type specialist in the teacher’s lounge. Whether she destroyed another combatant with her beloved Tinkaton or put away enough food to rival Larry. Even the off-handed complaint that he may throw his back out if he gives the girl another piggyback ride doesn’t raise any eyebrows. If anything, his colleagues think Poppy is an adult who is in touch with her inner child.

Jacq

When he sees Poppy, he lets out a startled, “Wuh?” Beyond that, he takes the surprise in stride. Jacq is a great teacher who is well-liked by his students, so he defaults to treating Poppy as if she was one of his younger students. He shares his confusion openly with both Hassel and Poppy. She must be a truly exceptional trainer if she’s a part of the Elite Four at her age. Poppy likes Jacq, because he’s nice but also because he trips a lot, and she thinks it’s funny.

Salvatore

You are spot on with Salvatore’s reaction. He’s much more subtle than Jacq. If you didn’t know him well, you wouldn’t even notice that he was taken off guard. Much to Hassel’s dismay, he shows her how to blow the wrapper off her straw, and they both shoot the flimsy projectile at the unamused art teacher. Whenever the Elite Four go out to dinner, she repeats the action with Larry or Hassel as her target. Salvatore laughs about it the next time Hassel scolds him for showing her that little trick.

Miriam

She doesn’t hide her surprise. “Woah! You’re a cute little thing, huh? No wonder you’re so tough.” Hassel ends up on the wayside as Miriam and Poppy bond. There’s some playful ribbing from Miriam towards him for “trying to trick her” but ultimately, most of her attention is on Poppy. After meeting Miriam, the youngest Elite Four member is brought back home with a bright smile and hair full of colorful ribbons and bows. The next day, Miriam approaches Hassel with a box full of her old clothes from when she was a kid. She’s certain Poppy would love them.

Dendra

Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline, but only for a split second. She follows up with an exuberant “Osu! It’s nice to meet you, Little Poppy!” The two get along like a house on fire. If there is one person who can match Poppy’s energy, it’s Dendra. The whole meeting is spent with Dendra running laps, Poppy settled on her shoulders, chattering a mile a minute. Hassel takes this time to relax in the shade. He gets thirty minutes before he’s pulled into Dendra’s exercise routine.

Tyme

She already knows that Poppy is a child from her sister's accounts. Such a powerful trainer packed into a bite-sized punch, Tyme's more than happy to meet the girl. Their meeting starts off a bit boring to Poppy, mostly asking if Poppy likes working at the league and if she has any friends there. As soon as Tyme asks if she’d like to battle, Poppy perks up. It’s been a while since Tyme was a Gym Leader, so she’s a bit rusty. It’s just as fun as she remembers, though she still wouldn’t give up teaching for the world.

Raifort

Out of everyone, she is the most disappointed. While Raifort is a teacher, young children are not her preferred company. She is incredibly awkward the entire time and shoots Hassel a glare out of the corner of her eye. Most of the conversation revolves around Paldean history. Poppy may be young, but she’s not stupid and picks up on this. While Raifort treats her kindly, there’s a level of distance. Poppy doesn’t like her much, though the older Poppy gets, the more Raifort will be comfortable with her on a personal level. She’s a bright girl with a lot of potential.

Saguaro

The food he made for the picnic that he was supposed to go on with Hassel and Poppy is not fit for a child’s palate. That’s his first concern. He gracefully apologizes to Poppy and asks if she would prefer him to head back into town and pick something up for her. Perhaps chicken nuggets or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? He's pleasantly surprised when Poppy happily eats the food he brought. She finds out cilantro tastes like soap though. Saguaro and Hassel explain that depending on genetics, people taste it differently. Poppy becomes fixated on finding out what her coworkers taste after that. She gets him a Tinkaton patch for his apron!

Clavell

Like Tyme, Clavell is already familiar with Poppy, though he’s met her before this point. He has also been designated the Grandpa title along with Hassel. He asks her how meeting some of the teachers at the academy went and is pleased to find it went well. (He’s not surprised about Raifort’s impression.) Clavell offers her a place at the academy, which she denies. She has more important things to do, like play with her Copperajah. He’ll get her to say yes one day, but not today.

[rudjedet]

Just saw the Wilbur Smith ask, and was wondering if you have any good recommendations for historical fiction set in ancient Egypt? Google wasn’t helpful at all and recommended him to me a lot (couldn’t even make it through a chapter it repulsed me so much), and I trust your judgement significantly more.

Going to be honest here, I'm not the best person to ask for recommendations either. That's partly because there just... isn't a lot of histfic set in ancient Egypt to begin with, and partly because I've given up on trying to find something that ticks all the boxes for me. I know a few people on here who are writing promising stuff, but those are all WIPs still.

If you're looking for something decent Egyptology-wise (with a content warning for romantisation and anachronisms), you can try to pick up Christian Jacq. He's an Egyptologist and most famous for his Ramses-series (but pretty much all his books are set in the reign of Ramses II or close to it). However, I can't recommend him for his narrative skills, and he's also given to some sexism and the morality of beauty nonsense. So if you don't mind sometimes info dumpish prose that doesn't have a lot of bells and whistles, and can read past the sexism/the fact that almost all the bad guys are ugly because they're bad guys, his books are the ones that are most egyptologically sound (that I've read).

A lot of people here have enjoyed Barbara Mertz'/Elisabeth Peeters' books. I personally haven't read them and they aren't set in ancient Egypt, but Mertz was an Egyptologist herself as well.

Another book I did read was Death Comes As The End by Agatha Christie. It was reasonably accurate, but the ancient Egyptian setting functions as a backdrop only and in her own words: this story could have been set during any time period or in any geographical setting. That very much translates into the characters all acting like English people who happened to have put on ancient Egyptian clothing. Not something the lay person would pick up on I don't think, but basically this is a murder mystery that just happens to take place in the New Kingdom, rather than a story that could only happen in ancient Egypt (which is my preference).

Other than that I've not got much, sorry!

[cat-of-starlight]

Oh my Goodness! Jacq is one of my favorites too! If you do not mind, could you do the Blorbo Character Sheet for him? And Cilan too if that is not too much to ask; I am interested to see your opinions on him since he’s 50/50 with the fandom who watched the anime.

My boys,,,, (Sorry this took so long, the holidays happened!!)

Gonna talk about each as I go because I Lov them <3 (and the energies they both give are similar but different so they need their own sections)

Ok, starting with Jacq-

Sweet boy, I LOV- As I’ve jokingly said to friends of mine “I like my men sweet, slightly fruity, and clearly neurodivergent” he fits all three of those boxes so well, and I actually get to bother him ingame, which is a plus.

Literally, he is the main reason I am completing my Pokédex… I am less than 10 Pokémon away.. what have I become?? The things I do for the sweet characters I enjoy 🥺💜

-Cracks knuckles- I’m SO glad you mentioned the fandom perception of him because BOY HOWDY

Generally, I love him for most of the same reasons as Jacq, but let’s talk anime specific things about him , since unlike Violet, I can’t play Black to go bother him because no content 😔

I’ll admit, the initial reason I was drawn to him was his VA (I mean look at my icon, of course I fell for the character w/ the same VA as my 1st childhood hyperfixation), but as I kept watching, I LOVED how passionate he was about everything. At the time I was watching, I was still young and had no personal concept of what neurodivergence even was, and to see a character be SO passionate about things in such a way, it excited me- it was nice to see a character who at did something like me, if even just a little-

So FURTHERMORE, it was HEARTBREAKING to see how the damn cast (and the fandom on top of that) treated him!! Let!! Him!! Talk!! About food and trains!! Let my boy hyperfixate in PEACE!!

I remember specifically being heartbroken about how there was a moment where they were around, which generic protag girl was it, I think Dawn (idk I didn’t watch every season, and some I watched when I was very little so I don’t remember), but Cilan was trying SO hard to be helpful/also hyperfixating, and the cast basically went “lmao don’t care” and the next scene cuts to him looking sad and rejected in the corner, like HELLO??

Fun fact/side tangent about another character in that season which is related to this- A lot of people love various versions of Iris because uwu cute dragon trainer girl or something, but the way she treats Cilan in the anime made me HATE her in every media. Also I don’t put Axews in my party ever because they make me think of that tiny annoyance

Anyway, I definitely encountered him at a pivotal point in my life and I WISH he was treated better by the cast and fanbase

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

Lady D’s fingers are canonically 7inches long

they're HOW LONG canonically?! 🫣👀

[depplosion]

21 tag game

Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you’d like to know better.

I've been tagged by 3 or 4 different people so I figured I'd better do it. If I sound like it's a chore it's only because I use the mobile app and therefore have to copy each individual line into my notes app, then copy+paste them and my answers here, plus re-bold all the questions. I'm still grateful for the tags though ❤

Nickname: Jacq/Jac (name is Jacquie/Jacqueline) My husband calls me: Jacquie in the Box/Boxicus/Wifecus/Boxicus Wife/Box 😅

Zodiac: Gemini, which is really perfect for me because I have 2 very different sides to me and as a result am quite versatile

Height: 5'7"

Hogwarts house: Slytherin (I have considered getting the Dark Mark tattoo for years)

Last thing I googled: what kind of hawks live in California? Because I keep noticing these lovely black and white hawks' nesting along the shore near a place I frequent and decided to look it up. They are Osprey 😉

Favorite musicians: Type O Negative, Jethro Tull, Josh Groban, Ramin Karimloo, VAST, Rasputina, The Cure, The Doors pretty much any and all basso profundo singers, Nirvana and many more

Song stuck in my head: Something More Than This by The Cure

Following: 857 (I've made it a point to follow every PotO blog I can find which isn't anti-E/C)

Followers: 445 (you guys are awesome ❤)

Do I get asks: not very often but yes, occassionally

Hours of sleep: 7-11, it varies. If I get less than 6, watch out!

Lucky number: 3

Wearing: boot-cut stonewashed blue jeans, black Terra & Sky v-neck, "None More Negative" Type O hoodie, black Teva sandals, black socks with grey toes/hells and bats, and my "You alone can make my song take flight" necklace. Red panties. No bra (it's just that kind of day).

Dream job: working in the Disney animation studios on character design

Dream trip: Paris with my husband and some PotO buddies, specifically the Opera and Louvre

Instruments: I've dabbled in but never mastered the following- clarinet (played in late elementary through 8th grade), violin, cello, guitar, piano, singing

Languages: I'm a grammar Nazi in English and I know un petit peu de français

Favorite songs: Oh man, there are so many...... This requires actual thought lol

Type O: Christian Woman, Black No One

Jethro Tull: Aqualung, Locomotive Breath, Thick as a Brick

VAST: Touched, Dirty Hole, Flames

Rasputina: most songs on Cabin Fever

The Cure: Love Song, Burn, Just Like Heaven, Friday I'm in Love

The Doors: Riders on the Storm, Touch Me, Light My Fire, People are Strange

Most songs from PotO, Les Mis, Sweeney Todd, RHPS

Random fact: I'll give you a few- I never got my wisdom teeth. My first serious significant other was a girl one year older than myself (I was 17 at the time) and I was with her for just over 2 years. I can "play kazoo" with my mouth (pressing my 2 front teeth against the inside of my bottom lip and humming). Oh and I overdosed once on IV drugs, my then-fiancee brought me out of it with Narcan.

Aesthetic: Victorian gothic/vampire

Thank you @jennyfair7 @kwat01 @daftpynk and @slytherinfiredreamer for the tag! 😀❤

[arvensimp]

Ohhhhhhh mommy god, I love him. I want more shy arven dialogue. How about he ask you on a date or cooking together at his dorm?

Thank you and sure!! So this kinda turned into something way longer than that lolol but I hope you like it anyway! Also fwiw I'm not going to be writing any content w arven at school as a student just because I want it explicitly stated that he's a graduate. That said we do have him cooking at home!

2 + 1

As in, two times Arven tries and fails to ask you out and one time he cooks for you and it seems to go pretty well?

Arven x reader (no gendered pronouns used) cw for some jealous arven

--

He keeps hyping himself up for nothing, and it's starting to get frustrating at this point.

Arven is determined to ask you out. On a date. Properly.

It's not his fault you're, like, one of the most well-liked people in the country or whatever. Geez.

First he'd caught up with you in Cortondo, purely by coincidence. He thought, hey, it'd be nice to grab some pastries together, then maybe you could sit together and watch the sunset over the fields...maybe hold hands? In reality, it went a bit more like this.

"H-hey! Little buddy!" Arven called as he jogged to catch up with you. The sound of his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"Hey, big buddy!" You replied, pulling him into a hug that Arven did his best not to melt into.

"Funny bumping into you here. Say, would you, uh... Maybe? Well, have you tried... There's this place I heard about here..." As he's fumbling over his words, which isn't entirely caused by the fact that you're smiling up at him so sweetly and wonderfully, and just, ugh, did you have to look at him like he was so...so...worthy?

"Well, hello, champion!" A voice startles Arven from continuing on. Some woman dressed in a patisserie get-up was approaching the two of you.

"Katy!" You greet her with a hug too, and he knows it's dumb, but Arven laments a little internally when it seems like there's no difference between the hug you give her and the one you gave him.

"What brings you to Cortondo today?" She asks you, smiling kindly. Her eyes flit with some strange sense of...something. Knowing? To Arven, then back to you. "A date?"

You both blush applin red immediately, but Arven is too lost in his own thoughts and the sound of the ocean suddenly flooding his ears to pick up on how you reply.

He thinks he sees Katy giggle, and he then he's being led by the arm to the same patisserie he'd been hoping to ask you to.

A few minutes later, the two of you are walking away from Katy's establishment with an assorted box of treats, provided on the house to Katy's favorite little champion, and Arven's fairly certain the both of you are still in a daze.

He doesn't even get to hold your hand like he'd want to ask.

Ugh! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The next time is a week or so later in Medali. He's ready to try to ask you out again, and he has a location set. This time he KNOWS. This restaurant isn't owned by a gym leader. So it should be safe. He checked.

"Howdy!" He calls out, drawing your attention away from the pokemon egg you were currently polishing. Howdy? Ugh. What was he? Some backwoods Unovan?

"Arven!" You greet him with that same beaming smile, and he feels his knees go a little wobbly under the weight of his massive backpack.

"Whatcha got there?" He asks you, gesturing to the egg. It looks like it's wiggling a tiny bit. Surely that thing is going to hatch soon.

"Oh!" You look back to the egg in your hands and stroke it softly, and the sweetness in your eyes as you look at the unborn thing just about kills Arven. He has to clench and unclench his fists to prevent himself from reaching out to touch you. "So, Jacq has me doing some kinda, like...genetics? Fieldwork? Thing? I promised I'd do a check-in with its dad though."

"O-Oh... Its dad?" Somehow, Arven felt his heart break in two. He has no claim on you. Of course. He knows that. Heck. This pokemon isn't even YOURS, biologically speaking. Obviously. But like. Still? Are you, like with the owner of the egg's stud or something?

"Yeah..." You trail off. "I'm supposed to meet up with him, but... I dunno about you. I'm getting kinda hungry. Do you wanna--?"

Arven jumps. "Grab food? Yes! W-with you? Yes! I-! I know a place. It's near here. I can take you. Let's go!" In his haste, he takes your forearm and pulls without thinking, making you stumble and lose your grip on the egg.

It's out of your grasp and tumbling before you can think, and Arven's stomach sinks while his heart lurches into his throat.

He's the one who takes the dive.

Well. It's not a dive, really, just a bit of a lean. He catches himself on his knee, but most importantly, he catches the pokemon egg safely in his hands.

He kneels there with it a moment, mouth agape, not unlike a Goldeen, before slowly looking over to you.

"I'm...so...sorry...!"

To your credit, you're trying not to make a scene. Rather than yell, you get up close and gently remove the egg from Arven's arms. "What were you thinking?!" You hiss under your breath.

Arven deflates and genuinely feels like a kicked puppy. "I wasn't..."

"C'mon," You corral him, still speaking in soft, angry tones, helping him to his feet with one hand while carrying the egg gently with your other arm. "Let's find food."

You end up leading him to the same place he'd actually meant to take you. Small goddamn world that it is.

You both step inside the Treasure Eatery and take a seat at a booth.

"The grilled rice balls are a real favorite here," You offer, still somewhat miffed, but otherwise trying to make pleasant conversation. You then take out your rotom phone and start typing.

"O-Oh...okay. I'll give those a try then." Arven sits in silence for a bit, not quite feeling comfortable enough to dawdle on his phone.

A few minutes after the waiter takes your orders, Arven senses someone approach your table from behind.

"Pardon me."

You perk up immediately, standing and once again hugging the newcomer, who turns out to be a tall, rather plainly dressed man clad in a stiff black suit, a blue tie just barely loosened around his neck.

"Larry!" You greet, thoroughly enthused by his presence.

"Hush," he chides you softly but not unkindly. "If you get loud people might start bugging either of us for a battle, and I've done enough work for the week already."

"Larry, it's Tuesday."

"I know." He says, disentangling himself from you before taking a seat inside the booth, next to your bag. You sit on the other side of him.

"Oh! So, there's the--"

"The egg," Larry says, softly and simply, and this is the closest Arven has seen to a smile from him. His massive bushy eyebrows seem to unknit just a bit and his mouth relaxes as Larry removes the egg from the cradle you made for it from your bag.

"It's making noises in there. Can you hear?" He asks you, holding it up gently for you to press your ear against.

"Oh my gosh! You're right!" You excitedly wiggle in your seat.

Larry finally seems to acknowledge Arven and holds the egg over to him with a gesture giving him permission to have a listen, too.

Arven flushes furiously and shakes his head. "A-aah...n-no thanks..." God. This Larry guy was at least twice your age, why was he so jealous of how happy you were with him? That hug? And the egg? Were you seriously breeding with this guy? Like, pokemon breeding? Clearly not. Right? Yeah. Right. ....right?

Arven took a long sip of his water to distract himself from fuming green thoughts of envy.

"S-so...You're the dad?" He asks.

Larry looks up from the egg which he'd taken back to cradle comfortingly in his arms and gives a half smile, half snort.

"Grandpa, more-like. Jacq wanted to do research on dudunsparce, and the boss offered mine up as stud. I'll probably let my kid raise this one," He gestures to the egg, "once the scientists are all done with it. I just wanted to give my Pokemon a chance to see and be near it. Scents and nurturing and all that."

"I'm just involved for the warmth, step count, and ferrying service to the lab and back." You chime in happily. "But since it's so close to hatching, we figure it should be with its parents now and for the first bit of its life, ya know?"

"Oh..." Arven isn't quite sure what else to say. He doesn't exactly feel better, but maybe he does? Or maybe he's frustrated that he felt jealous? Or still feels kinda jealous?

His gaze falls into his lap and he sits quietly while you talk animatedly with Larry until the food arrives, and you get distracted with stuffing your face (adorably, he has to admit, dammit).

Without you to distract him, Larry looks back to Arven.

"Sorry. I didn't get the chance to ask your name." He offers his hand over the table.

"O-oh!" That jostles him a bit out of his funk. Arven sets down his silverware and shakes Larry's hand. "I'm Arven, sir."

"Mm." Larry nods his assent, taking back his hand and going back to eating. He jerks his head toward you. "This one's mentioned you before."

You splutter, silverware clattering against your plate. "Larry!" If Arven didn't know better, he'd say you were turning red.

"Yup. Pretty crazy about you. Talks about you aaaaaall the time." He says in a complete deadpan.

"He's lying! I talk about all my friends. A normal amount!" You insist, and Arven's certain now that you're definitely a cherubi red from your nose to your ears.

If Arven has also started going red, he wouldn't entirely know. He's currently focused on the sound of rushing water in his ears.

"I, uh... I-I think I'm gonna head out..." He takes out some cash from his wallet, puts it on the table, and leaves, weaving through the other customers as quickly as his bulky backpack allows.

He misses you crying at Larry for scaring Arven away. Larry can only laugh at your pain until someone recognizes you both and goads you into a battle.

Before you leave Medali that night, Larry claps your shoulder and tells you that you should check in with Arven, give him his money back too. He's a good guy.

You nod.

After that whole fiasco, the two of you lay low for several weeks, only sending the occasional meme or laugh reacting to something the other said in the group chat. It still sends a thrill down to Arven's toes to see a notification from you though.

/ayy im near the lighthouse. u around?/

His response is almost instant. Is that bad?

/not far. Why?/

/i like seeing ur face/ you drop a pin with your location.

He's on his way almost immediately, and it's almost sad how into you he is. He wants to scold himself. Like, he feels like he's being strung along, but he just can't help it.

When he finds you about a half hour or so later, you're perched in front of a caved-in cave? There are massive chains strewn on the ground, and your hair is mussed, but you seem otherwise fine.

"You, uh..." He swallows. "You good?"

"...yeah..." You're laying outstretched in front of the former-cave, eyes closed, an ultraball held loosely in your hand. "Just finished up a thing."

He slowly approaches you. "...Are you hungry?"

You exhale slowly through the nose and a smile dawns on your face. "Famished."

Your dragon actually ends up having to haul your sorry ass back to the lighthouse, but it's happy to bother Arven the entire way. Once you're there, you're able to shower and get yourself and your team nice and refreshed. When you come back out to the main living space, Arven's filled it with the smell of cooking food.

He certainly doesn't miss the way you moan as you enter the room.

"Oh my God, Arven!" He feels his ears heat up. "What are you making?"

"It's just some paella. Nothing crazy... I gathered some of the ingredients myself from nearby sources..."

"It smells so good!" You tell him, truthfully. "Can I help at all?" You start searching for an extra apron but don't find one.

"O-oh... Uh... Yeah. Sure? I guess? Um." He glances around the kitchen looking for a task for you. "Could you chop some of these herbs for me?" He gestures with his elbow to a small bowl he'd prepared earlier. "There's a knife in the drawer there, too, just be careful."

You hum a bit as you get to chopping. Some tuneless thing that Arven doesn't recognize, but he's never had much of an ear for music anyway.

"Uh..." He interrupts when he looks over to you. "C-could I actually...?" He gestures to the knife.

You look down confusedly. "Something wrong?"

"You're gonna cut yourself if you're not careful. See," Arven comes up behind you, and he's suddenly reminded of why he's always called you his little buddy. You're so much smaller than him. "If you're holding the--the herbs..." He swallows, and his mind goes a little blank, trying to remember what he was going to say. "Uh...your hands..."

"My hands?" You ask, holding them up, along with the herbs and the knife. That seems to snap him back a bit.

"Yeah. You want to be careful of your fingers... See, if you press the herbs down with a maschiff paw, rather than flat fingers..." He demonstrates, his arms encasing you. "You're less likely to cut yourself. Make sense?"

You copy his gesture. "It's not really intuitive, but I guess?" You give it a few test chops before Arven corrects your technique.

"No, see if you can do it more like a finizen jump rather than just straight up and down. 'Kay?"

"Hmm... Like this."

"You got it," He says, and you can hear the smile form on his lips before you look up to see it yourself.

You lock eyes, and Arven can already feel himself getting overwhelmed. He backs off immediately.

"G-great! You keep at that. We'll use the herbs as garnish for the paella. It'll be done in just a bit."

"W-wait!" You reply, probably a bit louder than strictly needed. You give him a bit of a funny look. "Did you already try some?"

Arven knits his brows together. "Of the paella? I mean, I tried a bit of the rice a few minutes ago to check the seasoning. Why?"

You approach him again, one hand goes to his upper arm to still him and the other reaches up. You sweep your thumb past the corner of his mouth, and when its within his sight again, Arven can see a yellow grain of rice that had clearly been stuck to his face.

You give a snort of a laugh, and before he can say anything, you pop the grain into your mouth. Arven pouts at you.

"Really?" He says, momentarily exasperated more than he is embarrassed, but it's a very close race. "C'mon, you're not gonna get any flavor like that."

"Yeah. You're right, I don't think I got any taste from that." You agree with a chuckle.

Arven's heart thuds hard in his chest as he has an idea.

It's now or never.

"L-...Let me fix that..?" He asks, leaning down a bit to get more on your level. He places his palm on your cheek and thinks he can feel it warm to his touch. His other hand is behind his back, granting you an easy exit; you can absolutely leave if you want. Arven tilts his head just slightly to the side, and his gaze is fixed firmly on your mouth. He's nearly there, but he won't push it.

You're the one who closes the distance between you.

He tastes delightful.

[hisui-d]

Welcome to the kin blog!!

This is where I get to be annoying and post a lot

Edit- this will probably be a lot of submas sharing I'm so sorry ahh

BLANKSHIPPERS CAN FXCK OFF

They/she

They/them

I will be storing and talking about my kins here

Happy to meet doubles!!! As long as your not rude ofc

(I'm new to the community)

Current list (subject to change)

🔽 Major kins 🔼

Ingo (Pokemon)

Poe (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Juggernaut (Fire Force)

Momo (Stray)

💜 Lesser(?) kins 💜

Punchy (Acnh)

Susie (Deltarune)

Broken Vessel/Lost Kin (Hollow Knight)

Oz (Monster Prom)

FL4K (Borderlands 3)

Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro)

Prismo (Adventure Time)

Finn (Adventure Time)

Jacq (Pokemon SV)

Pomni (TADC)

Sweet Shalquior (Dark Souls 2)

Zooble (TADC)

Moully (Bee and Puppycat)

Toulouse (Aristocats)

Atsushi (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Sucy (Little Witch Academia)

Layla (Sanrio Beatcats)

Seth Lowell (ZZZ)

💚 Questioning kins 💚

Itadori (Jujitsu Kaisen)

Nikolai (Bungo Stray Dogs) (shut up)

Edit- Feel free to suggest kins for me, I will happily watch the content and possibly add the character here!!

Ask box is open and anonymous, feel free to ask about me and my kins :<

Aand that should be it, bravoo!!

[ravenveenova97]

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Seeing kio off to sinnoh

It was the day my sis was leaving Paldea and I was really emotional my hormones were all over the place and I just couldn’t stop crying “it’s going to be ok Vee, Kio said she come home every now and then so she not leaving forever” I’m wiping my tears wile on the sofa but they keeped spilling out “I know but iv never been separated from her, we always been joint at the hip what if something bad happens to her and I’m not there to protect her” Jacq smiled softly and handed me a tissue

“Kio strong and she can look after herself,she be fine Vee” I blow my nose and I stop crying and pull an unhappy face “I’m going to miss her,not being able to talk to her in person going to be so hard” just then Kio came down stairs and put her suitcase in the kitchen and she looks over to me “she still crying” Jacq looks over and nods.

Kio smiles gently and walks over to me and kneels down and takes my hands into her’s “sis it’s ok,I promise I stay in contact as much as I can, I know it’s hard it is for me but you got a life ahead of you and I need to start on mine,I always be thinking of you and I never forget our time together”

I look at her and tears start to spill over agen and I pull her in for a hug “I’m going to miss you like crazy sis, but I want you to live the life you want, I’m proud to be your big sis and I’m proud of the woman you become today”

Kio holds me tight and I cry in her arms as she gently patted my back “you have been the best big sis I could ever ask for, you were always there for me when I needed you and you never left me on my own when I was sad or angry,you stood by me threw the good and the bad times and I love you, I will always love you sis”

I grip hold of her shirt and berry my face into her shoulder “how am I going to live everyday without you, I’m going to miss your big smile and our little antics we get up to…….I’m going to miss it all, I don’t think I can go a day without you sis….. but I have to let you go even tho I don’t want to your my world the shining light that guides my way I feel lost without you”

Kio eyes start to water and I her her choke up “sis your that to me as well your my world and I know I’m going to miss hearing your laugh and seeing you smile……I’m going to miss everything I really am so please don’t cry as your making me cry”

I just hold her tighter not wanting to let her go she my world I love her so much I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for her she been my rock helped me out so much threw out my life I’m going to feel lost without her I’m going to miss her cooking too…….she won’t be home anymore when I come home from work……her room going to be empty, my heart akes as I grit my teeth “sis please stay safe and please call me when you can……I…..I have to let go now don’t i”

I felt Kio nod and I let go of her and pulled away I could see tears streaming down Kio face but even tho she was crying she reach her hand up to my face and wiped mine away and I instantly griped her hand with mine and held it there feeling her warm touch “it’s time for me to go now sis, walk me to the port just us two”

I nod and I walk her to the nearest port on Ariveal I could see the fairy to Sinnoh and I tightens my grip on Kio hand “sis……let me know when you get there……let your big sis know that your safe” Kio looked at me and tightens her grip on my hand and I start to cry agen “I will sis, you be the first to know” she loses her grip on my hand and let’s go and reaches into her bag “I got you this something to remember me by” she hands out a box and I open it and inside are two necklace of a ying and Yang saying big sis and little sis, I started to really cry at this point as Kio takes them out and looks at me “sis mind moving your hair” still sobbing I move my hair out of the way so she can put it on me.

I take her one in my hand and look at it as my tears hit my outstretched hand wile looking at it, I look up at Kio and she tearing up and I move fowerd and put hers on, once I did I ran my finger down the pendent and I looked sad “we’re forever going to be linked by heart and soul sis and our matching necklaces resemble that so chin up”

I look at her and the horn sounds and Kio looks round “well that’s my signal to go” Kio looks back at me and pulled me in for a hug “stay safe sis and keep that little one safe to…….remember I’m just a call away if you need me I awnser right away” Kio was trying to be strong but there was a strain in her voice as she said those words and she pulled away “good bye sis…..I see you very soon” Kio let’s go of the hand she was holding and walks to the fairy and gets on I’m still in floods of tears as I see her bored “good bye Kio…….I love you” I watch as the ship pulled out to sea and I continue to watch till it disappears into the horizon, that’s when I full to my knees and hold myself tight and let it all out in one go “she gone……..my little sis has started her life alone…….I can’t help but feel lost” I being to shake and I end up screaming out my sisters name

“KIO!!!!” And I let out a agonising scream state after “AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!”

I stayed there till every tear was shed and I was exhausted but slowly I walked home on my own recalling all your memory’s “big sis let’s play hahahahh” I see flash backs to when we were young “hahahah you can’t catch me” I remember that day we played tag “three two one ready or not here I come” I even played hide and seek with her “hummmmm I wonder were my little sis could be…..is she under the bed” I remember finding her hiding behind the sofa “hahahah you found me ok my turn big sis” so meany fond memories of when we were kids “hehehehhe big sis is in love with Jacq” I remember that I blushed so hard “Jacq and Raven sitting in a tree k I s s I n g” heheh I chased her around for saying that I was so embarrassed “hay big sis what would we do now we’re leaving home” and the day we left Paldea “it’s ok sis as long as we’re together we be just fine” I held her had so tight that day when we left and said goodbye to Paldea.

I have so meany moments with my sis and I tresher those they will forever be in my heart ……she forever be in my heart now and forever till the day we die.

It was a long walk home and it started to rain but I didn’t cear I was at a loss without her my little sister we’re actaly apart now and no longer together……I knew this day would come but no matter how i prepared myself didn’t chang the fact I miss her all ready, I no longer have family in Paldea it’s just me Jacq and Arven and my little one that’s growing inside me “you know I realy hope you get to meet my sis….. she a lovely person and loyal I know your going to love her……my little angel” I move my hand to my womb and hold it there……I wonder if she be back by the time I give birth…..will she see my little bundle of joy.

The rain came down more heavier and by the time I got home I was drenched, I walked threw the door and Jacq came up to me “Vee your soaked, let me run a warm bath for you” I nod at him and walk over to the sofa and pick up the throw my sis uses and I collapsed on the sofa in a ball bringing it up to my face smelling her sent as my eyes tear up agen, Jacq looks at me an slowly and walks over and sits next to me and brushes my wet hair out of the way “Is there anything I can do” I shake my head no and he then pulled me in for a hug, I was embarrassed with love and affection as he held me tight as I continued to hold my sisters throw up to my face “Vee…….I know I don’t know what your feeling as iv never had a brother or sister befoure…….but know your not alone you have me and Arven we look after you and we forever will” I finaly let my self brake down after being numb to the pain and I just drop the throw and latch onto Jacq shirt “I had to let her go Jacq……but it wasn’t easy to say good bye…….I feel alone” Jacq tightens he’s grip gently and I cryed on he’s shirt “I know Vee……but try not to stress out to much it’s not good for the baby” he’s right the more I stress out the more strain I’m putting on my body and my little one, I still don’t know who the dad is and I won’t know till 7 weeks so the best thing I can do is try to stay calm……..I don’t what to lose it…….my little angle.

I let go of Jacq and I look up at him “Jacq can you join me…….I don’t want to be alone right now” he smiles softly and nods “if that’s what you want Vee…..I do Anything to help you…..because I love you I have for a very long time and that’s never changed” I smile warily at him with exsorstgen in my eyes and we both make our way up stairs into the bathroom to run the bath.

Once the bath was done I walked in and Jacq was lighting one last candle, I looked around and I saw the bath had bubbles in it and the room was lit up with the warm glow of the candles and some relaxing music playing”you did this all for me Jacq” he smiles and walks over and places he’s hand on my cheek “I wanted you to feel relaxed…….so shall we get in?” I smile sadly and get undressed and Jacq looks at me and smiles softly “your starting to show a little” he moves closer and placed he’s hand on my belly and looked down with gental eyes “I know we don’t know who’s it is………but I’m hoping it’s mine” I move my hand down to he’s and rest it on top “I never thought I ever full pregnant……but in a way I’m happy…..I think I’m ready to be a mum” Jacq eyes remains gentle as he looked at me and moved in closer to my lips “and if anything I’m ready to be a dad so let’s hope it’s mine……..if it’s Arvens I do my best to make you a mum of two” I finally smile happily wile looking at him he closes the gap and kisses me gently it was like soft feathers brushed along my lips and I feel every emotion Jacq was feeling he knew I was heart broken so he tried to make me feel better, I finally pull away and look at him.

“I really hope I can have one with both of you……it make me so happy” Jacq finally gets undressed and got into the tub and Held out he’s hand and I took it as I got in and slowly sat down so my back was agents he’s chest and him holding me close to him “I do what ever I can Vee to make you happy wile Kio gone……so please put your trust in me” I hold onto he’s hand and hold it tight “ok……I trust you” that day was the most heart braking moment iv ever been threw in my life having to see my sis off……..but I did the right thing she needs to look for her Adventures like i have with mine and I have a baby in me now……..I have to be strong for my sake and the little one……but I know it’s going to be a hard journey for me to travel without my sister……..but I have Jacq and Arven they stay by my side threw this all……..I think I’m just about ready to ask Arven to move in with me……I hope he says yes I could realy use both of them so I don’t feel alone or traped in the darkness…….it’s there turn to be the light that guides me threw my life…….I just hope I get to see my sister agen very soon.

The bath was nice and relaxing and Jacq was attentive threw it all making sure I was happy and felt safe and I finally warmed up after being in the cold for so long and once out Jacq and I finally went to bed…….but it took me a wile but even tho I tryed I couldn’t sleep well, Jacq was sound asleep and I got out and opened my door and walked out and headed strate to my sisters room, I opened the door and walked in and looked around in the dimly lit room with nothing but moon light shining threw the window.

I walked over to her bed and layed down in it and held her pillow close to me “I miss you sis……….this is all I have left of you…..your sent and our Memory’s” I ended up having tears full down my face and I cry silently wile gripping her pillow tight but eventually my eyes grew heavy and I finally fell asleep in her bed.

The night was peaceful and I dreamed about my sister coming home to see me and how happy I was to see her……..I hugged her so tight it was a happy reunion and I cried happy tears “I’m home now sis iv missed you” I remember crying tears of joy as I held her in my arms “iv missed you to sis……I’m so happy to see you agen” and wile dreaming I shed one tear and a smile began to show on my face…….she be back…….and when she dose I spend all the time I can with her…….my beautiful little sister…..stunning and my light in my life……I await your return.