#mela's hair was my final boss =_=

[edelblumie]

Oh…I didn’t forget about the team star leaders in this game! ;) The fashions on these kids…

Pokemon Scarlet & Violet kids tarot part star! (part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | epilogue | world)

I’m running out of arcana here (that’s 16 of 22 major ones!!) I wonder what I can do with the last 6… ^_^

[t1meslayer]

Star in the Making

First fanfiction of 2024!!!

I've been playing a lot of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet DLC on my vacation (pretty much completely finished with the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero if my very popular Kieran post and less-popular Penny post are any indication), and decided to channel that energy into finally finishing my long-awaited TEAM STAR FIC.

Love these dweebs. But this is also a nice stepping stone for my brain to be ready for the next big thing...

In the meantime, come on down to watch some idiots at work!

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Fandom: Pokemon Scarlet & Violet

Pairings: Florian/Penny (part of my "Paldea's Fearsome Foursome" series), also all of Team Star. Mela and Eri make out specifically but let's be real, it's one big polycule.

Summary: Florian seeks to survive an encounter with the bosses of Team Star — not as a Champion of Paldea's Pokemon League, but as Penny's significant other.

Spoilers for Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: The Indigo Disk (but not the DLC epilogue).

Click through the Read More below to get a preview of the latest chapter. Thanks for reading <3

"Oh." Florian clears his throat, mimicking Penny's nervous play with his sleek Blueberry Academy backpack. "Are they still mad at me about the whole…" He wobbles his hands in a noncommittal gesture. "… trying to disband their friendship club, thing?"

"Probably."

Penny swivels to crawl down the sandpaper walkway, her Eevee case Rotom Phone floats out into the open with a scrolling social media feed. Each step echoes creaking metal. She curls to keep an eye on the pavement below.

"Don't worry." Penny rolls her head along her shoulder. Red hair falls further than her broad forehead, obscuring parts of her trim spectacles. "If anyone gives you guff, I'll set 'em straight."

[heckyeahepithetswitched]

candaru liveblogs reading her own writing: episode 5

redwood arc let’s go

for some reason I remember spending a really long time on this intro; like, the words weren’t coming out right and I couldn’t even think of an opening scene (not that what I ended up with was great)

...but this whole page is my favorite scene xD

it also took a while but when I realized “wait this is the swap version of my brotp” I knew I just needed to dig a little to find a golden dynamic and then boy did I

these two are idiots and I need to talk about them more often

the change from “preferred extracurricular activities” was changed to “astronomy signs” since... let’s face it... most of Percy’s dialogue could remain untouched and still fit swap!Sylvie, so I tried to find excuses to at least change the flavor to be sleep-related when possible

in another screenwriting book I read about how change in location can make a scene much more interesting

so everybody thank the author of that book for the birth of boxer!Molly (because I wasn’t sure where she lived yet and this was a good vague way to dodge showing her room)

(very mild tw below)

this was supposed to just make her vague and mysterious (like how Ramsey is originally shown in silhouette) but I think I accidentally just made her even more attractive

whoops

not as good as the line “well, I do have an... EYE for these things,” but the joke here is that Zora is an antique.

once again I love lines that are like “wait hold on—” and nope we’re just continuing into the scene, never gonna address that again

it actually took me a while to decide which of Molly’s girls got to take Fred’s role; at first I felt it should be Phoenicia or Trixie since they are her best friends, but later on I knew that whoever it was would have to get themselves stuck in the woods somehow, and since the “car crash” joke isn’t funny without— well, Car Crash— I had to find another way to basically leave them immobile for Detective Sylvester to find. Not knowing much about Trixie and Phoenicia, it was hard to come up with a way to do that without involving a bunch of other people (which I’d then have to get rid of before Sylvie came in), so I ended up going with Death Cap since

1) I needed someone with an epithet,

2) I already had the idea that she had mushrooms that could knock someone out via spores, and

3) Jello was probably joking about the “mushroom girl is the final boss” thing so he’s not gonna invalidate my made-up epithet

...on a related note, “Fiona Boss” is a lame pun on “final boss.” You’re supposed to say it with an Italian mobster accent.

I also decided (...back in the Museum Arc but shhhhh) since there’s no canon voice for mushroom girl, it would be cool to have her be mute.

and I was right. it IS cool. mute characters are awesome.

my beta reader thinks swap!Bugsy and Arnold are more interesting than their original counterparts and... I actually kinda have to agree

then again Bugsy and Arnold are my least-favorite canon characters so I may be biased

this ongoing bit is probably one of those jokes that was more fun to write than to read, but I really did have a fun time writing all their constant bickering

yeah I debated whether or not I was allowed to use this gimmick for a LONG time and eventually decided yeah, heck it

kid!Zora is largely responsible for how involved I got with this fandom; I have literally never been this active in any fandom, ever, with people latching so hard onto the ideas that I put out and then making their own works out of them and continually spinning this bigger and bigger web of fanworks and love for these characters

what was I talking about I don’t remember

So, there’s actually quite a bit to this line! In the original, Ramsey says:

“The make alone is pretty nice. ‘Bout 60 years old— Eh, 65, give or take. ‘Prolly worth at least a few thousand bucks.”

As you’ll notice, Ramsey was correct in his estimation— but Zora is even more accurate, because her Epithet lets her tell the age of an object down to the minute. She rounds to half a year for Molly’s sake. And the use of “pesos” rather than “bucks” (slang for American money) was 1) to imply that different forms of currency still exist in EE, and are slowly merging together like the languages did, and 2) as a small shoutout to the ethnicity headcanons of my Zora friends (before Jello actually confirmed her ethnic makeup publicly).

this is code for “I’ll decide Molly’s motivations to join the BB later”

*puts my hand to the screen longingly*

ms lockhart you’re one of my favorite characters and you weren’t even in the show

I’ve stated this on record NUMEROUS times but I can never say it enough

Eros is Percy’s weird uncle figure

I tried REALLY hard to stick with characters’ canon powersets, but in some instances it was absolutely necessary for them to fulfill their roles (i.e. here and with swap!Percy in the museum). anyway people seemed to really dig Daydream so that’s cool

Mela is a reference to Doctorsleepytime’s blog but he never read the scripts :”)

before I had a deadline it was really hard for me to find motivation to work on the scripts and VP Gorou ended up being my sole biggest motivator because I knew batsy would love him and I also knew batsy would actually read the scripts

thanks batsy

the Banzai Bees all having Howie’s disposition but a fierce loyalty to this big soft donut man is probably one of the purest things in the Redwood scripts, if not the purest

we never actually see Molly go fully feral in the museum scripts so it’s fun that we get to here. in my head she’s got the frazzled hair, the foaming at the mouth, all of it. do not mess with Molly.

to take the place of the mildly-customized Banzai Blasters, I needed some mildly-customized Worker Bees

so

I ended up using the OCs I created once on a whim

I died when I realized I had an excuse to make mistew wamsey canon

I had to add the Jenga tower because I realized Ramsey never fired a gun for Sylvie to hear hgksdaflghdsf

would you believe me if I told you I almost had Zora turn into a kid (and then continue pretending to be one for the majority of the scripts) to convince Sylvie into letting her go

you all know I hold the highest respect for Mr. Blaber as an incredibly skilled creative writer but even legends make mistakes and this is me calling him out on a poor choice of analogy

yes I see how it’s related because it’s about saving/catching the many vs saving/catching the few but STILL

zora: wait you can be a cop and also a good person?? wack

at first when I realized “wait, banzai VPs are supposed to work in pairs,” I was worried that I’d have to find another character to accompany Gorou

but then I realized having a partner who made him do all the dirty work and never went out with him was the most Gorou-like solution possible

THIS IS ONE OF THOSE LINES THAT’S FUNNY IN CANON BUT THEN THE SWAPPED VERSION IS SO MUCH WORSE

I wanted to emphasize how swap!Sylvie’s just a little bit less pure than canon!Percy. Percy immediately refers to Ramsey as “partner” once they start working together, even though he’s a criminal, whereas Sylvie at this point still very much sees Zora as a means to an end. It’s a small difference, but it’s there.

oh yeah I forgot to talk about how I ended up with an uneven number of characters to swap so instead of doing some weird three-way swap with Howdy, I just gave his role to the cat

and honestly that was one of the best decisions I ever made on the Redwood scripts

[ashling-a-not-so-writer-blog]

#6

A brown haired woman lay passed out in a hospital bed. She was a sickly looking Jane Doe who had been found in a comatose state a few years ago, she showed no signs of waking. Today was the day they would ‘pull her plug’ as they say. One of the attending nurses was somewhat more solemn than the rest, she had grown fond of the twenty something woman even though they hadn't exchanged so much as a glance. The plugs and tubes were all pulled, save the heart monitor, the nurse held the girl’s hand whilst simultaneously feeling her pulse so she could call the patient’s final moments. Seconds ticked by… And then, with a tired groan the woman who had not moved in four years stretched like she was waking up from a nap. Long eyelashes brushed at the dark circles under her eyes her brown- nearly black- eyes were a little blood shot as she looked around the room. Shocked, the attending doctor and nurses rushed about, a light was shined in the ex- comatose patient’s eyes which made her wince. Finally when it lulled into a slightly more quiet state the nurse with a fondness for the girl grabbed her hand again, “Miss, I’m sorry to tell you, you’ve been in a coma for nearly four and a half years.” The girl stared at the nurse for a moment before she stared at their joined hands in a moment of confusion. Looking back up at the nurse she quirked one dark eyebrow, “And?” that left the nurse at a bit of a stand still. What did she mean ‘And?’ like commas are a normal thing for her? The doctor cut in, “What’s your name Ma’am? Do you have anyone we can contact for you?” She studied him for an unsettling moment before she focused in on the hospital logo on his white coat. The girl grinned, a crooked turn up of her lips that looked strangely fitting. She relayed a phone number, “His name is Savir Kosta. Tell him Mela Belphegor is calling.” The nurse who was taking down the information started to play with the small cross on her neck nervously, “Belphegor? Like the demon?” The girl, Mela’s, grin became a smile much too innocent to be real. “Just the same miss.” The nurse who still gripped Mela’s hand suddenly seem to remember something, “Isn’t there a Doctor S. Kosta in pediatrics?” the doctor thought for a second and nodded, “Marie go page him.” The nurse who was jotting down information nodded and speed-walked to the nurse's station. “Is your Savir a doctor?” Mela looked over the nurse for a moment before nodding, then she pulled her hand back away having decided that was enough hand holding for her thank you very much. Mela looked like she wanted to ask a question herself when in burst a relatively attractive indian man in a white lab coat with the nurse from earlier following close behind him. The man was watery-eyed when he caught sight of the younger girl, he made the distance between then in what was basically running. He pulled her up and held her to his chest, his unsteady breathing and Mela’s soft uncomfortable noise as the air was being squeezed out of her where the only noises in the room for the moment. He pulled back so he could look at her face, his shaky voice was not too deep or too high, “We- we thought we lost you when you disappeared.” the girl whispered something to him and he nodded. Savir and stood up motioning for his colleagues to join him in the hall. “What connection do you have to this girl Savir?” asked the blonde doctor, who only half an hour ago was ready to declare this girl dead. Savir bit on the nail on his thumb for a moment, staring intently at nothing before making eye contact with the other doctor, “She is my cousin, well my uncle fostered her, I think she was still a ward of the state at the end.” “Why was a missing persons never filed?” Savir looked over the blonde doctor pensively, “It was not particularly uncommon for her to disappear for a few years at a time. Now, would you mind if I call the rest of my family.” the blonde nodded and walked to the nurse’s station before going to a different part of the hospital. Doctor Savir went back into Mela’s room and slid the door closed, he spoke in a firm and rather intimidating voice, “Where have you been Sloth? You’ve been missing for nine years.” Mela snorted and cast the doctor a tired glare, “Why does it matter where I’ve been Patience, not like I haven’t been getting my work done while I’ve been away.” Savir sighed, though he represented the Virtue of Patience dealing with a sin as tiring as Sloth was beginning to test his resolve. “It matters because both the lord and him have been searching for you relentlessly, and your brethren have begun wreaking havoc since your disappearance” Mela closed her eyes and leaned further back in her pillow, “When haven’t they wreaked havoc? And obviously y’all haven't been searching hard considering I’ve been in the hospital you work at for four years,” She sat up, “Now Go,” she waved her hand lazily, “Call the others, I’m sure they’ll have some crap to yell at me.” Savir stood up but when he reached the door he looked back, “You need to start being serious about this Mel.” Mela smiled to herself as she fell back on the bed he was already gone but she still spoke, “As soon as I summon the energy, Doc, I will.” she turned on her side, “But until then, I'm going to take a nap.” Hell had four different types of weather. All of them crappy. Today an unrelenting muggy heat settled over the endless place, a breeze that was like dog’s breath carried the smell of rott. And then. The devil screamed- or yelled but it was a little high pitched for a yell. No matter where you were in damn nation you felt it. A searing pain at the devils fit was searing through every soul. The six sins present didnt even flinch as the devil crashed his fist into the wall, putting another new hole in it. “Sir?” the female voice that prompted him was whiney and belonged the the blonde haired beauty that was the sin Envy. She lay lounged out against a slightly singed velvet couch and watched the goateed man huff and puff. “Its Sloth.” Two words, two words was all it took for six of some of the deadliest entities in the entire plane of existence to snap to attention like dogs. “What about her?” Greed prompted, thick black eyebrows furrowing. He adjusted the green tie around his neck, “has she been found?” Lucifer nodded, “By one of the Virtues.” at the mention of the otherside each sin had a few curses to spew, but they obediently silenced at the raised hand of their boss. “Wrath, Greed, Gluttony. You are to go to the mortal plane and retrive her.”