#personally i liked hm pokemon

[kariachi]

Random: So one of the arguments I see about the sorta removal of HMs that we've seen in the later gens is that it removes some of the bonding aspect of the game, since for the most part you aren't using your pokemon to traverse the world. Scavio manages to alleviate this a bit with Koraidon and Miraidon, but they can't exactly give them to us at the start of every game ever now can they.

And of course the counterargument is always that by removing HMs it means you don't have to worry about keeping a pokemon specifically to use them or fill up slots on your battling team's movesets with overworld traversal moves. Again, this was alleviated with things like ride pokemon and Koraidon and Miraidon.

So I propose two options for giving the best of both worlds.

Do the 'raidon thing again but less legendary and more... HMy. When the player would get their first HM, they're gifted a ride pokemon as a minor part of the story, incapable of being used for battle but able to be called out or ridden for overworld traversal. Maybe by a parent, or maybe some other relative or mentor figure, something they've finally managed to get a hold of for you on your journey.

Do something more akin to the ride pokemon, but make them pokemon the player owns personally. Again, the player could be gifted or tasked with catching special pokemon that then have the ability to aid them in the overworld, but don't count as part of the main team. I promise you if you make it so that they can follow you around every pokemon fan on the planet will take them. Heck, if you wanted to put a little more effort give like two options for pokemon when you first get them so people can pick what they like most and make it like, max three pokemon that can each do multiple jobs depending on what you're pointing them at.

As long as all these pokemon are available to catch versions that can battle in the wild, people will be fine, and this both ensures people can run around without worrying about using up moveslots or team spaces or whatever and allows them to feel like they have a relationship with the pokemon that are helping them out. Best of both worlds.

Also bring back proper puzzles, even without HMs but especially with them, like damn I know we're aiming at kids but even they need their brains to work a little bit and they especially deserve the feeling of accomplishment that comes with beating a puzzle or maze.

[saturnaous]

fucked up. I want to play pool but instead I’m drawing them playing pool. what the fuck.

[gen4grl]

i bought leaks, butter, bananas and bean jam jelly!

[cursezoroark]

Mercury!! Finally!! (reborn protag oc, very loosely based off Decibel)

[aromanticasterisms]

emilie is sooo flower based omg. she was made for me

[spennsrs]

cuddles with spencer

━━━━━━ 🌙 ━━━━━━━ ꒰ ͜͡➸ ease my troubled soul ━━━━━━ 🌙 ━━━━━━━ ꒰ ͜͡➸ i'm a sucker for a good cuddle blurb! ꒰ ͜͡➸ reader implied gender neutral! also reader calls spencer silly pokemon nicknames

a long day, and spencer was finally home. the shoot week was tough, to say the least, and he just wanted to sleep. thank the stars above his partner had been home all day, so he didn't even have to wait for them.

keys jingle softly as spencer enters the shared apartment of him and his partner, thoughts melding together into one huge blob of... a mess. he couldn't even think straight. it was a little overwhelming how everything seemed to just buzz by at the speed of light. it wasn't often it got bad, but shoot weeks would be the death of him eventually...

... but maybe the smell of last night's chicken parmesan would bring him back. "hi, spence!" and the sound of his partner's voice.

spencer sheds off his jacket and places it neatly in the coat rack (a gauche chair his partner bought form some vintage store) before heading to the kitchen. "smells delicious, my little tilapia." he chuckles, arms slipping around [y/n]'s waist delicately before pressing his body against theirs. their warmth was always so nice... and suddenly, he wasn't too hungry.

"yeah, quite the chef i am. you hungry?" they ask, but to spencer it's all jabber, like any adult in the peanuts gallery talking to the kids. he has his other half, his partner, the love of his life in his arms. no filming, no posing for pictures on camera, no having to be online persona. just... him and his favorite person. it's silent for a moment and [y/n] only smiles, shaking their head. "takin' that as a no." spencer doesn't really clock what happens after that, but he feels them moving and he can only assume they're cleaning up the dinner they had.

before they can put it back in the fridge, spencer is letting them go before spinning them around to face him. there's a sleepy smile on his face, and his hands pull them closer to tuck his nose into their neck. spencer can feel [y/n]'s hands in his hair, keeping him close and spencer swears he could fall asleep right now. "... can we cuddle..?" he sleepily murmurs, and there's no answer, just a gentle tug of his sleeves. that's a yes in his book. he reluctantly pulls away and lets his partner lead him to the bedroom. he didn't care to change clothes, he just wanted his partner. the two head into their shared bedroom and spencer goes to flop on the bed, sighing at the familiarity and comfort. "c'mon, lovebug. i wanna hold you."

[y/n] rolls their eyes and they go to shed the sweatshirt they had on (which was really spencer's) before laying it on the dresser and laying in bed. "not even gonna get under the sheets, spence? c'mon, bubs." that earns a low groan from the male, slinging an arm over his partner and dragging them closer. his nose nuzzles into the juncture of their neck, inhaling their scent with a happy sigh. spencer lets his hand drift down to their hip, gently slipping his hand under their shirt to feel their warm skin. this... was heaven to him.

spencer lets his lips press soft, featherlight kisses to their neck slowly, his own lips tugging into a wide smile. he loves this, just laying with them and showering them in love. his fingers dance a light pattern on their skin, allowing most of his weight to comfortably lay in his partner. [y/n]'s arms hug around his neck, a hand traveling to his curly hair.

"hm... don't cut your hair, spenceaboo. this is a good length for ya..." they murmur lowly, almost too quiet for spencer to hear. he does though, and he snorts at that nickname. 'spenceaboo? what, like that pumpkin pokemon thing?" he teases before gently nipping at their neck. spencer can feel [y/n] shiver, and he grins.

"shut up, you call me weird shit all the time-! let me call you weird shit back!" they whine softly and try to shove him off. spencer, however, the stubborn little shit he is, only cackles and nuzzles closer. the two, cuddling, was spencer's favorite thing.

he could spend the rest of his life in [y/n]'s arms, and he'd die a happy man. he adores this person, and he honestly... hoped they ended up married. they could have their own little version of courtney and shayne's sudden marriage announcement...

"spence? you listen?" spencer blinks and he lifts his head to gaze at [y/n], eyes a bit wide. '... you're daydreaming again, aren't you?"

embarrassment flooded through him and his cheeks heat up a bit. "aha... maybe... sorry, lovebug." he chuckles softly, before leaning down to pepper kisses all over their face. "can't help it! you're so cuddly, like my own personal teddy bear... i'm listening now, though."

as [y/n] goes back to talking, spencer is technically listening this time, but he can't help but smile all dreamily. he was such a lucky guy..

[totheidiot]

even though i think that even if they both lived and started getting romantically involved, they would never be the type to have children, a mikalight child is still. a very funny concept to me. take a walk with me and hear me out.

this child is the product of light and mikami, you bet your ass that kid is going to be a Perfectionist. a Total Freak about it as well. the most meticulous and pedantic child you have ever seen in your entire life. top of the class, student council president, to the point where it's annoying. very academic individual, very smart.

light and mikami would totally try to rub their beliefs onto that poor child. from a very young age, they are going to have strong and vocal beliefs about justice and good and bad, very knowledgable on those stuff as well. there is this person on tumblr who will sometimes make jokes about having a marxist son and one of the posts were something about the son talking to their classmates and the classmates bring up the topic of cartoons or other children stuff but all the son is allowed to read. is the communist manifesto. i imagine that mikalight child is something like that, except with law. their classmates will be talking about something like pokemon and they'll turn to the mikalight child and go, "hi :) what's your favorite pokemon" and the child will stare at them and go "oh i don't watch that stuff" and in order to continue the conversation, the classmates would ask "oh! what do you like to do then?" and child is going to pause for a moment and go "hm. lately i have been very interested in analyzing the constitution of japan."

like mikami, i think this child would also help the bullied and the tormented kids as well but they wouldn't get bullied for it though. in my mind, light is like. those monster PTA moms, if a single thing happens to his child, he is going to blow a gasket and start threatening to sue. he would be a very scary parent, people will not be going against his kid.

as for mikami and light as parents: i think they'd be middling. high expectations for their child, they would want them to be a certain way and if the child goes against that, they'll get mad. light as a parent in general, he would definitely follow after soichiro's footsteps exactly. soichiro is the very foundation, he is doing exactly what his father did when he raised him. mikami on the other hand, hm i am not sure how he would do exactly. i do think he would be the antithesis to his own mother. between light and him though, i actually think mikami would be the one more interested in instilling a sense of justice into that kid. light would also try too of course, he would make his beliefs clear and try to set an example for his child but mikami would be the one who is more overzealous about it.

[esprei]

You're going to get sick if you eat too much berries.

By the way, do you remember Ingo ? I think I heard you have memory issues...

Volo: Warden Ingo has mentioned remembering a 'man in white' to me before. Someone who resembles him… Emmet: 'Man in white'? But I am not exactly a 'man', as you would say. And it is doubtful to imagine that I resemble anyone at all in this state. Volo: Hm, this is true… But your attire is quite similar to his to be mere coincidence. And I can see a few similarities past all of those feathers. Ah, let me see… How can I arrange this without alerting the Security Corps to your presence…

(Considering that many people in Hisui are still fearful of Pokemon, imagine their reaction seeing something like... well, what Emmet is now. Concerned about how people might react to him, Volo keeps him stowed away at Ancient Retreat for now until they can learn more about this unfortunate mess. Volo will journey out on his own to Jubilife Village to meet with Warden Ingo, explain the current situation to him, and see if they can journey back to Ancient Retreat to see if Emmet really is this person he is recalling. And Emmet will totally stay behind at Ancient Retreat and not try to go off on his own to find this person he is looking for. Because he's not at all impatient and stir crazy just sitting around like a stalled out train waiting for Volo to return. Things will be totally fine! Nothing will go wrong!)

[mushroomwoods]

Holder

he always made sure to cling to even the most useless of things, but somehow, you made it so easy for him to understand that not everything was worth clutching so tightly onto.

character — arven, platonic. hints of nemona and penny.

cw — mild spoiler, a lil angstsy.

had this rotting in my notes for the longest while and god, i am such a fool for this boy, i swear I'd do anything to make him happy.

Arven always seemed to carry way too much.

Just the necessary, he'd argue, yet the way he would longingly stare at the worn out book sometimes told you all you needed to know.

Arven carried so much more than he could ever do, so it was only fair that he had to leave some things behind. Yet, the only plausible option to him, seemed to be cracking pieces and bits of himself, holding onto everything else like it was his lifeline.

The picnic sets, climbing tools, odd trinkets and toys for Mabosstiff, pieces of cloths and ripped pages that were so old they were completely unusable at this point, old pictures that he never allowed you (or himself) to look at, ruined, crumbled papers that seemed to be old letters sent by someone a long, long time ago.

You never questioned him.

You were aware of how much pain it'd bring to Arven, so even when you saw him up at the nights you had to camp out together, keeping only an old flickering lamp by his side, eyes fixated on the photos he seemed to treasure so, to the point were the mark of his fingers were seen on it's yellowed underside, you chose to turn your back to his looming figure, shutting your eyes and hoping the day would come soon, and maybe you could do something to distract him.

You felt helpless, especially at the Area Zero, you wanted to help him, to ask him to stay behind, you could take care of it alone, yet when you looked at his worried eyes, filled with turmoil, you could only go along with his plan.

It felt like that had happened ages agos, yet you were painfully aware it had only been a year now. It felt unreal, yet the scars every one of you carried in your hearts were all to real to have only been a dream.

Your fingertips brushed against the shiny coat of the photo in your hand. Arven had made sure to make a physical copy of it, when he saw how much you liked it.

He made a copy of every one of them, the one's you had with him, the ones with the star team, penny and even with nemona, even if the last one was made begrudgingly.

You leaned against the tall tree, your Hydrapple and Meowscarada playing in the far fields, just in your line of sight.

You closed your eyes, seemingly for seconds, before steps approached you, the crispy grass crunching under it's feet.

“Tired still, little buddy?” The familiar nickname made you open your bleary eyes, sunray shining through the leaves filtering out the face of the person who stood beside you.

He soon sat by your side, your pokemon quickly gathering around him as if awaiting for any snack he might have in hand.

Arven laughed as Meowscarada flopped against him in a theatrical manner, your Hydrapple much kinder, brushing one of its head against his arm, the others too entertained by Mabosstiff who had just gotten out of it's pokeball.

“Hm, ” your answer wasn't positive neither negative, “was just reminiscing a bit.” You chewed on your lips, as his eyes followed your eyes down to the photos.

Many of them, cluttered together, yet the one at the top was of the four teens.

Nemona typical wide grin, as her arm slung over Penny, which offered one rare, genuine grin, while also having her arm linked with you, who tugged Arven down, the both of you laughing, despite his failed try at frowning at your antics.

“You still have this one?” He muttered, after carefully setting his backpack aside.

You slid the next photo, a candid you took of Arven obnoxiously bragging about his sandwiches when Nemona dared to doubt his cooking skill, from the corner of you eye, you could see the boy frowning.

You slid to the next one, both you and Arven sleeping, using the other as support in the midst of Hassel's class, your faces painted with silly doodles – Penny's idea, wholeheartedly supported by the professor himself. This time you heard a bit of incoherent grumbling.

You skipped to the next, a Kitakami one.

You and the local siblings sat around a picnic table, what he recognized as the weird dragon boy jacket and cape strew in one of the seats beside you.

Carmine was too busy feeding you a piece of apple she peeled and cut herself, to worry about her brother keeping you in a grip vice enough to suffocate you, completely unbothered by the dirty look he sent her way.

This time he laughed a bit.

Your fingers stopped on its track, as you looked back at him.

“Still remember this one?” You asked, sully. At this he laughed harder.

“How could I forget, when i was the photographer and saw the scene first hand?” It was your time to grumble. “Oh wait, I think I still have the other one.”

As he tried to open his bag and fish for the photo, it flopped down, letting all the items run freely down the hill as they pleaded for a little more space to be kept in.

You laughed at his desperation, quickly getting

up to help him retrieve them, while he still sat beside it, trying to close it and failing at making the bag stand upright.

After he finally got it, he turned to help you, yet stood in awe as you cheerfully tried to grab a few pokeballs, ultimately falling down and rolling down along with it.

He stood up urgently to help you, yet as you reached the small stream flowing down the mountains you perked up, all of the items packed up in the pocket you made with the hem of your hoodie.

He huffed a laugh in disbelief, wondering how you could even do this without a single care.

As you both gathered back onto the picnicking spot, he sorted through the items, forgetting what he was even trying to find.

“Hey,” you called, his eyes following your voice shortly after. “Maybe... I kinda ruined your pic...”

He finally looked at your hand, apparently a pokeball, yet something sticking to it and adhering to it's shape stood out.

Arven took the item from you hand, inspecting it closely. The plastic film of the photo had washed away, now standing only as a blurred image of what it was. You fallen to the floor, the Kitakami boy right beside you as he still clutched to your uniform, sitting on the floor as your Meowscarada tried to pry the boy away from you, both him and the pokemon yelling away.

The hiker laughed.

“Good thing I still have it saved on my phone.” He barely said, peeling the photo away as it crumbled to the floor, now only a bunch of wet, indistinguishable paper.

He somehow wondered how you could do this, changing his views so easily, with things he was sure they didn't even mean nothing to you.

Even as he let his backpack fill with more and more imbecile items, you made sure to follow right behind, picking any part of himself that he may have let go in the midst of everything.

At the next week you were surprised by his bag having halved in weight.

“Woah, don't tell me you finally threw away all that useless stuff!” Nemona, ever the principle of consideration in her choice of words, said.

“No way, seriously!?” Penny followed along, though her voice was quiet enough to not attract as much attention.

“Of course not!” At his answer, you eyed him curiously. “I just left most of it at the lab.”

He watched as you startled, before your eyes softened, wondering if something had happened.

“You know, as much as i hate to admit, most of it where stuff i wouldn't ever use in a journey and since i had a perfect place to let them at... why not?” He reasoned, though it seemed more like a plead for reassurance and him trying to convince himself.

“I mean, it was an amazingly cozy place, though a bit cramped.” You agreed, before lighting again with an idea. “Hey! Why don't we go there this weekend and do the place an overhaul to look just like you. We could send the research material to Clive, so he'll know whether to put it to the public or not, as for the machinery, me and Penny could try do a bit of an look over so it can be used casually.”

The girls eyes you both curiously and Arven, though seeming bothered by the idea at first, was quick to agree when he saw how hyped the three of you seemed with it.

“My little buddy never fails to amaze me with a new plan, huh.” He sighed with a smile, ruffling his own hair. “Alright then, that's a plan!”

[au-wannabe-the-very-best]

Okay so, I just stumbled upon the misplaced super train au, and I love it? I started a fanfic on AO3 that's sorta like this -the depo workers- but this feels so wonderful and wholesome! I want to consume it with all my being! (((: I love this idea, and I can't wait to see where it goes from here. I do wonder though, what is Ingo and CO's reaction with Adaman? I can only imagine it's a bit into 3 months after they land, and Adaman finally decides it's safe to check out and just, meets this whole ?clan? of people living in the mountains? With Pokemon he's never even heard of in the clan legends? I just like to think his mind would be blown over and over. Or maybe there is a post with him in it, and I simply missed it. That would suck-

Oh Adaman would absolutely be blown away. And he is absolutely the person who got closest to figuring out where this weirdo clan came from— perhaps he's even the one to make Big Mouth Cameron panic and say they're from another world entirely.

Since Adaman's clan are such fanatics about time, it really isn't too much of a stretch for Adaman to be like "HM. These guys might be from the FUTURE."

I should mention that Ingo and the agents don't. "Land." They come straight out of a distortion, so the train remained on the ground the whole time. It just sort of crashed through a bunch of trees, wheels screeching from the emergency breaks, train whistle screaming... Horrible, still, but if the train fell out of the sky I'm like 100% positive everyone would be dead lol. They weren't summoned by Arceus so they don't have that fall damage protection like Akari does.

In any case, they would still get spotted by Melli because it's a whole ass train with 21 cars to it, it's BIG and it's LOUD, and it's probably billowing heaps of smoke and fire from that crash. Melli is probably clutching at his hair in stress because what the FUCK is THAT MONSTER??? and then he sees PEOPLE crawling OUT OF THE MONSTER?!??!?

Melli would definitely tell Adaman about it, but seeing is believing so Adaman would have to investigate himself. By this point Ingo is in the process of getting shoved dragged out of the most damaged train car and the depot agents are frantically wailing about their BOSS being INJURED. YONA THE BOSS IS BLEEDING WHAT DO WE DO—

Adaman coming just in time to see Sneasler coming down and just. Shoving the very injured man who is apparently the leader into her basket. And running off.

And then a trail of people in matching outfits running after her. Leaving behind that big metal monstrosity that Adaman is obviously not gonna touch with a ten foot pole.

Adaman's first encounter with these people was barely an encounter but it was pretty weird as is.

[ask-eden]

Alaxia remains practically frozen in place, not even his tail was able to swish around like normal Almost as if he had stopped breathing on the spot Etoile fiddles with their own tail and continues to ramble on, not acknowledging the other mew's sudden stillness

Etoile: Do you keep it to appear cool? Not as a insult of course, I just know a long time ago I remember even your father went through a phase of "scars being cool" Etoile: Are scars still cool? Am I out of touch? Etoile playfully wiggles their tail tip in their hands and they giggle at themselves. Alaxia spoke suddenly, causing Etoile's pupils to snap over suddenly at him Alaxia: I... Keep it. For personal purposes. Not to appear a certain way to others. Alaxia: I can heal it but.. I don't want to. I want to remember it. Etoile raises a brow, a sharp trill purr of curiosity escapes them Etoile: Why would you want to remember a random giratina attacking you exactly?

Alaxia: Just. To remind myself that not every universe is happy to have visitors. That's all. Etoile: Hm. Do you still jump through random portals like you did when you were a kitten? Alaxia: Well. No. Etoile: Then I'm having some trouble understanding your reasoning. You've been attacked by things before, yet you don't keep those scars. Why not keep a scar to remind you not to mess with poison pokemon? Or the scar to remind you to not touch the hot spots on a typhlosion's neck? Alaxia remains silent for a moment, causing Etoile to lean in a bit closer Etoile: Plus, you seem to go out of your way to keep it covered all the time. Why keep it if you don't want to show it off? I bet it would be a hot ice breaker for any new person. Etoile: If I didn't know any better, I would think there is more to that scar than a random attack~ Are you hiding something from me Alli- Alaxia: NO. I'm not. It is just my first scar and I want to keep it. That's all. That's all there is to it. Etoile doesn't seem to jerk in surprise at Alaxia's sudden interruption, only their pupils turning into slits as they make eye contact with him.

Etoile remains silent for a moment, pupils flickering back and forth, looking Alaxia up and down with a unreadable expression. Alaxia dips his head a bit in respect, forcefully making himself smile awkwardly to try and apologize. Alaxia: Sorry for snapping, My Mew. I didn't mean to speak out of turn. Alaxia: I just.. Really want to hear what you have to say! It's not every day you have a private conversation with someone! Is something wrong? Alaxia forces another smile to appear friendly, despite the lies coming through his teeth. In all honesty he didn't care at all what Etoile had to say to him and wanted to be done with this mew. His mind already trying to think of another way to once again send Etoile on a pointless fetch quest. There is another small silence between the two, as Etoile stares for a moment longer before suddenly speaking once more in a cheery tone. As if the awkward conversation had never happened.

"..... what ....... "

[seapiglet]

hm

I've seen a LOT of shaming going round at the moment, both here and on twitter, of people who are seeking out good omens spoilers, mostly by those who have watched the new episodes in advance. despite what neil and david and michael may have said on the subject, it's rubbing me the wrong way! so I feel the need to make a potentially unpopular post about

✨SPOILERS AND NEURODIVERSITY✨

(and accessibility) 🤚🏼

now I cannot speak for everybody here but as an autistic person with ocd I actually !prefer! being spoiled ahead of time and will frequently read the entire wiki article for a show I'm about to watch (though weirdly CANNOT skip ahead with books?) in order to alleviate anxiety around the unexpected. trust me when I say that knowing what will happen in advance *enhances* the experience for me and I have yet to regret being deliberately spoiled, even when it comes to my absolute favourite things on earth, things I may have been waiting months and months (or in this case years) for. in fact, the longer I've had to wait, the more the feeling of gut-twisting anxiety and uncertainty beds down in my system and makes itself a very unwelcome house guest.

it's all very well insisting that everybody just be patient and ~wait and see~ but for a lot of neurodiverse folks this can be a very unsettling prospect. personally, I don't like surprises! I don't crave the sensation of being shocked by an unforeseen twist! it makes me do a panic! even the thought of it makes me feel deeply uncomfortable.

we're not simply throwing our toys out the pram because we WANT something and we WANT IT NOW (shout out to verruca salt). there is a soothing comfort and stability to predictability that is difficult to explain to somebody who doesn't experience this.

at this point I should mention that OBVIOUSLY not all neurodiverse/autistic/diagnosed-ocd people feel this way but that doesn't negate the fact that a lot of us do and there's not much we can do about it.

I'm aware that everybody's currently moralising about the rightness/wrongness of illicitly distributing and trading nuggets of forbidden information like crack-laced pokemon cards* (surely in this fandom everything should exist in a grey area?) but please don't jump on this as an opportunity to prove who's the most terribly righteous and which of us gets to wear the Super Duper Bestest Fan Neil's Favourite prefect badge for the day. devolving into needless factions and one-upmanship so near to the official airdate does nobody any good.

on another personal note (this is the 👂🏼♿accessibility♿👂🏼bit) I was due to attend one of the screenings and now can't due to the apparent lack of subtitles. pleeeeeaase think of accessibility, amazon. please? some of us have severely messed up ears and/or auditory processing disorders - it's not hurting anybody to have the words up on the screen but it excludes many of us if you don't.

again, if you think it's terrible and wrong to want to be spoiled or to share spoilers you are well within your rights to think that, and of course I encourage anybody who is participating in a bit of blackmarket spoiler dealing to utilise ALL the tags you can think of to keep it secret (keep it safe), or simply leave it to the DMs, but I really don't see the good in shaming others who feel differently.

uhh thank you and good day 🎩

(*hopefully that still scans - my references are as ancient and ephemeral as my knee cartilage)

[ya-bug-boy]

Go on, lazy mornings with raihan and piers(Separately) fluff ofc 🥺

From your lovely super duper cool emo anon 🗿🗿

oo sorry for the long wait

Raihan x reader Piers x reader Lazy Mornings

Raihan

Mornings with Raihan are very cozy, he's usually dressed down to just his underwear so you can cuddle and rest your head against his chest. It's the best pillow

When you get up, slowly trying to untangle yourself from Raihan's body, he smiles with eyes closed and hugs you again, wrapping his arms and legs around you.

"Noo, I don't think so," he says playfully as he rolls over with you in his arms, effectively trapping you by stacking his body on top of yours

"Raihan!" you laugh as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Whaat?" he says coyly, nuzzling his face against you. "It's our day off, let's sleep in."

You two stayed there for a while until your pokemons declared it was time to eat.

Piers

On the contrary to what people might believe about Piers, he's actually an early morning person but today he decided to sleep in.

dressed in a white tank top and boxer briefs, your boyfriend lays there peacefully, with his head on your arm.

You were on your phone since you woke up early but decided at some point you wanted to officially wake up.

but try as you might, the moment you moved, Piers latches his other hand around your shoulder, groaning like a zombie.

"No," the singer grumbles in his sleep.

You snort laugh and press a kiss to his forehead and sneakily try to make your way out of his grip, but he latches onto you even more to the point you can't move.

"Piers, I want coffee."

"Yeah and what else do you want?" he mumbles as he nuzzles against your pec.

"Hm... a croissant would be nice."

He does a soft sigh and looks at you with one eye open, "I'll give you whatever you want, just stay like this for a while."

Who are you to deny such a request? You stay there, cuddling your dozy boyfriend

[rarepears]

So...

Because of your fantastic fic Tywin/Jinwoo I'm watching House of Dragon (I'm going to watch GOT later) and just trying to imagine Jinwoo in this situation (first season, but I don't mind spoiler if you have a idea)

Here, we have dragons, a lot of dragons.

I don't think he'd care about all the royal drama, maybe if he likes one of them (?) but he looks like the kind of just ignore and ends collecting all the dragons like they're Pokemons

If he ends with someone, who would you do? Personally I like Allicent (I love her, she was just a victim of her father and king😭) and maybe Aegon but probably you had other idea.

(Daemon... Well, in my opinion he loves power more than anything, his love is conditional so maybe he'd try to seduce Jinwoo if he could but Jinwoo probably would reject it, but hey, people say Twin isn't nice and you make me love him)

Anyway, toughs?

AHHHHHHHHHH

Thank you for the lovely and very long comment.

The funny thing is... I couldn't watch past the first episode of HoD. It just didn't click for me for whatever reason.

Also there's no such thing as drama when Jinwoo is around, right? He just walks in with all his powers and what he says is law... right?? (Meanwhile in the background, all sorts of political intruige pops up but Jinwoo is too oblivious slash "he has no time for this, literally, since he's still gotta pop back to Earth to do other things" so he's not aware of said drama. Plus his policy is to beat up people he doesn't like first, then make friends.)

You know, I think it would be hilarious if Daemon tries to seduce Jinwoo for a fuck and alliance and then Jinwoo is like, hm, hot one night stand but I don't do one night stand so then Daemon thinks they are more fuck buddies and Jinwoo is coming around with treats for his grumpy mercurial friend that he happens to fuck...

Daemon doesn't catch the hint of this dating thing btw since he's used to formal announcements of courtships (also guys aren't marriage material) plus he's too busy plotting to grab the throne. He's like "thanks babe" to Jinwoo's offering of cut fruits and eats off of Jinwoo's fingers while furiously writing hatemail to Otto Hightower meanwhile Jinwoo doesn't even think about helping fulfil Daemon's goals in life because he's too busy clearing gates and ignoring Korea hunter politics, so uh

Yeah, two terrible boyfriends.

Daemon: I NEED TO MARRY MY NIECE FOR THE THRONE Jinwoo: I'm not happy with that statement. I'm not sure why - oh, it's probably because of the incest issue. (Spoiler, it was not just the incest issue.)

[howlingday]

Pokemon Au: Did Ozma ever have to prove his worth to Kyurem? Does Oobleck have a Runerigus? Does Glynda have a Hatterene? I feel like she might with their no nonsense attitude and if any one could control a Hatterene it be Glynda.

"Hm?" Professor Ozpin noticed his Espeon, the Longest Memory, had hidden away somewhere in his room. He deduced this when he couldn't find the Poké-Bed in its usual place. As he walked around, he noticed the cold air of the air conditioning unit had chilled the underside of his desk while he was away.

"Mm, that won't do." He turned off his unit, noting it beeped as it stopped working. "Ah, there you are."

His Espeon had appeared as soon as he turned off the machine, greeting with a scratch under the chin. He chuckled as he felt the purr of his Pokémon through his fingers. He smirked, recalling something from their shared memory.

"You never did care for the cold, did you, old friend?"

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"And that, students, is why you must never, ever touch a Ghost-Type without proper protection!"

"Well, obviously." Weiss muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, that makes a lot of sense, actually..." Jaune mumbled.

"Now, for your next assignment, I want those of you who have Ghost-Type Pokémon in your party to prepare yourselves and practice with your teams! Everyone else, partner up with these students and observe their reactions."

"Uh, Doctor Oobleck?" Jaune raised his hand. "Um, how long should we touch our Ghost-Types?"

"Excellent question, Mr. Arc! While I don't recommend making any attempts that would put your lives at risk, I will have you know my record with Runergigus is twelve seconds!"

"And what happened when you touched them?" Weiss asked.

"That, my students," the doctor sipped from his mug, "is a secret I intend to keep to my grave."

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"I see you students intend to continue pushing your boundaries..." Professor Goodwitch huffed. "Perhaps Ms. Hatty could fix you-"

"NO, NO, NO!" The four other professors scrambled to hold down Professor Goodwitch's hand. Professor Port seemed especially terrified among the crowd.

"These children must be properly trained." She snarled, noting how mocking Ms. Xiao Long was after she'd been caught teasing Mr. Arc over his especially affectionate methods for his Pokémon.

"With a steady hand, Professor Goodwitch," Doctor Oobleck clarified, "Not with the Sword of Zacian themself!"

"Hm..." Glynda gave a sigh. "Perhaps I was too hasty." She removed her hand from her belt. "But know this, and I intend for ALL of Beacon to know this. I will not tolerate malevolence in even the slightest degree." She narrowed her eyes. "If I catch anyone being so cruel to another, be they person or Pokémon, I WILL bring out Ms. Hatty."

The students looked about each other in confusion while the faculty replied with a mixture of heaved sighs of relief and deeply settled gulps of terror.

[themissingnumbers]

Y'know what- That's fair. Glitch City wouldn't be a very comfortable place to be in, would it?

But now I'm kinda curious... If you're in Gen 1 Viridian City like you said, then how is the Pokemon Center not all broken and corrupted? Is Glitch City like- I don't really know how to phrase this- Contained??

I've always had this idea in my head that Glitch City wasn't just one corrupted city but like a Kanto-wide thing. But, if you're safe in Viridian, then maybe it's not as widespread as I think it is... Sorry Green, I know I'm making a lot of assumptions, but could you tell me how the Gen 1 world works? If you want to, of course.

"Hoo boy, well, I'll try to explain all I can, Also, Don't worry 'bout it, make as many assumptions as you want, hell you can even be assumptive about me if ya want, I'm just here to entertain you after all, Aren't I?"

"Anyways, Lets take these in chunks!"

"No, no, you're right, The Gen-One Kanto was broken into rotting pixels and bits.

Buuuuut, as ya know, there's more than one cartridge- more than one game for the first gen too. Did'ja think every version of Kanto was like that buggy mess?"

"Nah.."

"Just two!"

"Though, technically I would say yes to this, it is at least somewhat contained. Hell every god's gotta have a couple handfuls of eternity prisons where it keeps its least favored. Some get mountain, some get graves, some get depressed, Some get Bitrot."

"If ya want more info on the world though, you're gonna have t' ask fer more specifics, can't just dump a mile-long history lecture."

"Yes, I'm referring to Reddo, though you're right, there are many rejects 'round here."

"I disagree though I think he is little. Sure he may be tall but he's practically a skeleton. I can break him like a twig. And have broken him like a twig."

"Nah, as I said, not gonna spend my time in a bitrot hell prison if I don't gotta.

My Kanto's just empty and abandoned for a different reason. Last time I saw a person here was.."

"It was...er..."

"hm. Maybe it was when I..."

"Yeah.. Yeah, it was...."

He shrugs.

"Oh nah they're just some part of me or somethin or other. I don't think I got the like. carving-painting-other skill bull to do that anyways. I just take the textures and my sprite does its work for me."

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