#off-screen post

[profchamomile]

a childhood memory for the memory asks?

(@purriors)

//Assume all these writing bits are like. Off-screen stuff.

//This might be sloppy; I didn't really take time to proof-read it much

//heed the tags

"You got your toy all muddy AGAIN?"

"I'm sorry, mom; I was trying to be careful, but I fell..."

"I swear, Kate, you'd lose your head in the mud if it wasn't attached to your body! At this point, we're better off gettin' you a new one. I don't know HOW many more washes that thing can take."

"NO, I don't WANT a new one!! She's been with me forever; she's my best friend!"

"Kate, it's JUST a toy! We can get you one that looks exactly the same! Now come on, throw it away. You have to learn to let GO of such trivial things!"

These words echoed in the mind of a small, red-haired child, who staggered through the junkyard in the dead of night, tears running own their face. She tried her best to rummage through what they could lift, but they weren't sure where to start. The dump was so much bigger than they thought it would be, and it consisted of much, MUCH more than just their family's trash.

They were exhausted from having walked the whole way. Their legs were just barely holding them up. Yet still they searched. They searched for their best friend - their one item of comfort.

"Arceus, please..." The child whimpered to themself. "Please help me find Belle..."

Suddenly, some of the the trash behind them moved on its own. The child startled, jumping and turning around, but unable to make out anything more than a vague figure scurrying about.

They started running. They ran as fast as they could, but they could hear the creature give chase as it let out a piercing cry.

As determined as the child was to get away, one wrong step was all it took for their leg to hyper-extend, causing them to fall to the ground, holding their leg in pain as their kneecap felt indescribably out-of-place.

They turned around, seeing the figure's glowing eyes and eerie smile hidden in the shadows, and attempted to scoot back.

"I- I'm sorry... I d-d-didn't mean to enter your home, I just-... I just wanted to find my toy," the child choked out, "P- please, just let me find her and- and I'll go home, I promise!"

The figure didn't seem to heed the child's pleas, however. It let out a low, menacing chuckle as it stepped out into the moonlight, and revealed itself to be a Banette, wearing a muddy and faded jester's outfit. It notably rang with every movement, with bells attached to the pokemon's satin bracelets, collar, and jester's hat.

"Belle...?"

The Banette raised her arms and let out a menacing cry, though the small size and the bells ringing did nothing to help the affect.

The child slowly stood up. "Belle... It's really you!" A smile grew on their face as they clumsily ran towards the Pokemon, and fell to their knees once again to scoop the Banette up in their arms.

"You're alive... You're alive, you're alive!" the child repeated. "I'm so sorry I threw you away... Mom wouldn't let me keep you."

"I'm sorry I dropped you so much," they continued, "I- I didn't mean to... I don't know why I always trip, or why my knees bend the wrong way, or why my legs get so tired easily... I wish I could keep you clean so mom wouldn't get so mad..."

The Banette simply let herself be hugged, absolutely confused and astonished on how to react. Eventually however, she lifted her small plush arms in an attempt to hug the child back.

"I don't care if she'll get mad at me again," said the child, "You're my best friend. And you're alive, now! She can't make me get rid of you! A- and if she does, I'll just find you again!"

The child finally pulled away to smile at the Banette. "C'mon, Belle. Let's get to a Pokemon center. Maybe they'll help clean us up before we get home."

"I gotta... Get you a Pokeball, anyway-" The child struggled to stand, though due the pain in their knee, they fell again. They grabbed their knee, squeezing their eyes tightly shut and trying their best not to cry out in pain. "O-ow..."

They felt an invisible force pick them up, and looked down to realize that they were back on their feet, yet they felt almost... Weightless.

The Banette climbed onto the child's shoulder and let out a cheerful "Ba-nette!". The glow in her eyes were slightly more intense than it was a few seconds ago.

"Huh?" The child looked over at their Banette. "Belle... Do you know psychic?"

"Ba-NETTE!" the Pokemon happily confirmed.

"Wow, Belle, you're amazing!" The kid flapped their hands excitedly. "Thanks so much, this'll make walking so much easier! Now let's go!"

While walking carefully, still in pain from their dislocated knee, they made their way to a Pokemon center, where the Banette officially became registered as the child's first Pokemon.

[cristalin-league-official]

//off screen post

//about @discoindahouse and wyatt's refusal to have even a healthy amount of scepticism

Nat reached a hand out to grab Wyatt’s shoulder as he turned to leave the League meeting room. “Wyatt.”

Wyatt turned around, pulling out his earbuds. “Yeah?”

Nat could hear the music he had been listening to from where they stood. They wondered how Wyatt’s ears were still functional, but that wasn’t the point. Of this conversation, at least. “Those Team Disco guys you’ve been talking to on Rotomblr.”

Wyatt perked up a little, eyes narrowed in slight confusion. “What about ‘em?” He paused, before realizing what Nat meant and scoffing. “Ugh, you mean that they’re like, evil, or something.”

Nat gave him a disapproving look. “Of course I do. It’s obvious.”

Wyatt turned around, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re too suspicious of everything.”

“Need I bring up Finn?”

“Finn was different!” Wyatt went to put his earbuds back in.

Nat raised their voice over the unreasonably loud music. “Was he?”

Wyatt ignored them.

“Are you walking away from me? Wyatt!” Nat didn’t try to follow him. If he wouldn’t listen to them, he’d have to learn he fucked up the hard way.

[trainer-damien]

Damien's about to follow Jace, but he's stopped on his way.

“Don’t move!” Some scrawny nerd with a taser—who can only be assumed to be Tim Goodman—slides in front of the break-out group’s path, “you’re all under arrest for prison breaking disturbance of the peace!”

Veevee, deciding he’s had enough of this, growls and hops off Damien’s shoulder. He charges for the guy, a flash of light following him as he runs.

“Vee vee… VEON!”

From the light, a pair of pink, ribbon-like tendrils stretch out and grab the guy by the neck, lifting him up and wrapping around his neck tightly. He struggles, squirming in the Sylveon's grasp as it tries to choke him out.

"H-hey, Veevee, cut it out!" Damien grabs his newly-evolved partner, the latter growling at Tim as it unwillingly releases him, "C'mon, let's go!"

The trio run back towards Jace in hopes of catching up, Tim pressing a button his walkie-talkie as they disappear into the streets.

"Th-this is- *cough* this is Tim Goodman... 'm gonna need some back up downtown...!"

[slyandthefamilybook]

tumblr glitched out somehow but idc because this is way better than the original poll

[haunted-xander]

If you skip a meal Senshi will materialize next to you w/ food at the ready

[cornflakesdoesart]

Beach episode but the anime kind so nothing really goes wrong and they actually get to relax and they just have some good summer fun!

my piece for @startrekswimsuitspecial 's latest edition!! it's full of fun summery pieces, I highly reccomend getting it!! ! It's free or pay what you want and the proceeds will go to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund!!

[tarmac-rat]

Funny things that I think probably happen with cyberware more often than Pondsmith and CDPR would write in the text but I just think they're neat if only from a wordbuilding perspective:

Hair getting caught in your deep dive port when you try to plug the link in.

Your sleeves getting stuck in the seams of your arm cyberware when the mechanisms retract back in.

Mantis blades accidentally shredding your long sleeves when you flex them.

A ripperdoc not having your exact shade of skintone on your new limb, and telling you to wait to get it replaced while it's on backorder.

Blue Screen of Death on netrunner 'ware.

Needing to register the new fingerprints on your hand if you get it replaced with a cybernetic, and the complications of having two hands that might not match up printwise.

People 'tattooing' the chromed parts of their body via laser engraving.

Metal plating getting so hot during the summer that you accidentally burn yourself trying to scratch your nose.

Forgetting to deslot shards and accidentally carrying them around in your head for a week.

Needing to clean the gunk out of your mantis blades or projectile launcher at home, so you flex it open and scrub at it with a bunch of paper towels or a bristle brush for an hour.

Rust and tarnish cleaner being a staple in home cyberware maintenance.

Actually buying projectile launcher rounds.

Someone starting a Mythbusters/Jackass style TV show about cyberware ("Hey gang! Today we're asking 'Is it possible to punch through a 3-foot cinderblock wall using only seven-gen Gorilla Fists?'")

Just generally playing with your personal link. Strumming it. Spinning it. Thwacking people with it. Built in fidget toy.

[zan0tix]

STUPID PARADOX SPACE STYLE DJ COMIC

[inkz123]

Error awooga time Error awooga time Error awooga time-

[rendevok]

Skirting the truth

(aka i saw this meme and laughed so hard i lost my sense self control)

[hunybody]

tommy reacting to buck's genuine show of vulnerability and fear and bid for connection by. out of the blue. bringing up a daddy kink. well if i were buck i would've killed him with a gun and the fact that he didn't is crazy. but that's not buck's fault he's new to dating men he doesn't know their poisonous signs

[wwillywonka]

THIS IS KILLING ME. THE COMEDIC TIMING. THE WAY HE JUST STAYS IN THE BACKGROUND RUBBING HIS HANDS TOGETHER. EW!!!

[trainer-damien]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

The guy who told him about it said this was the place, right? It looked right. Filled with people and Pokémon, crashing against the bars of the arena at the center of it all. Nothing like the league events you see on TV.

Veevee seemed eager to fight, and he was too.

The guy from before showed him around, let him know what he was signing up for. Not like he was gonna back out now, battling had been his dream. 

Veevee trotted into the arena, a big Venusaur trudging in on the other side. His first battle, he couldn’t be more excited.

He lost. But dragons, that was awesome!!

He didn’t lose spectacularly, Veevee was quick and gave a good fight, but the Venusaur was super strong. They could barely scratch it.

This was just the beginning though. Training was in order, more battles meant more experience which meant getting stronger. And that was the fun of it, right? 

Getting to fight and get stronger together, win or lose progress was progress. And battles were even more exciting than he thought. It was like a drug, now that he had it he couldn’t give it up.

Not like he was gonna back out now.

[bayonetta-origins]

CHAT IM GETTING SICK OF GAY PEOPLE

dont repost reblogs ok

[abisalli]

sometimes he forgets the power behind his magic and goes a bit overboard-

[linoyes]

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