#professor parasol

[superstaridolstart]

I feel like I should talk more about the mysterious Pokémorpher that's been a part of my account since the very beginning: Shiftry Mask

Hello Idolstart followers, this is Professor Parasol. My current study is in the Pokémorpher phenomenon, and I'm currently helping oversee the Pokémorph Tag Team Tournament here in Morpho Island.

I'm currently here to share the current info about Shiftry Mask and hopefully answer some questions you might have about this thorn in our side.

It's worth noting that the way that Shiftry Mask acts is very odd, and I want to tell you why. I have also provided a picture for reference.

First off, they like to get into fights with Pokémorphers on Morpho Island by ambushing the target. It has worked every time. When Wally asked why they do this some time ago, they simply put "To become stronger." There also appears to be a pattern in who they target, but we can't exactly what the pattern is, other than youngish. We'll let you know if we figure out this pattern

Next is that they don't speak, we don't know if this muteness is by choice or not, but every time they'd get asked a question, they'd answer by ether using gestures or writing their response down with pencil and paper. Wally has noted that they left a note after their battle with the aforementioned answer.

Then there's the fact that they don't have a fan weapon. That may have sounded silly, at least to me. But every other Shiftry Morpher has had a fan weapon, and according to my assistant, this means something important, but I'm not inclined to believe him just yet, especially if we can't explain why this is of note.

And finally, Shiftry Masks' fighting style appears to be a mix of different eastern and western fighting styles. Although it mainly appears to have influences from fighting styles from the United West Regions (that's where the US regions are) and the Yamato Province. (Where all the JP regions are) We couldn't figure out which fighting styles specifically, but at least we know that the fighting styles they took inspiration from appear to come from these particular region collections.

Now, I want to end this post with results from our q&a attempt for Shiftry Mask. They allowed us 1 question each. It was me and 3 others, so we had 4 questions in total.

My Question: Who gave you your Pokémorph Watch? SMs' answer: I don't want to say

My Assistants' question: When did you get your Watch? SMs' answer: About 7 months after they first appeared in galar

Research partner 1s' question: Where do you live? SMs' answer: In the ocean (We don't know what they mean by this)

Research partner 2s' question: umm... Shoot, I forgot, umm... What's your favorite food? SMs answer: I don't know anymore, Peach mochi, I guess.

After that, they wrote down, "That's all you get. I need to get back to training." and then took off before we could get another word in.

And I guess that's it for now. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you need clarifications or still have questions, you may ask, and my team and I will answer to the best of my ability.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Henry Jekyll/Robert Lanyon- The Glass Scientists by S.G. Cotugno

Gyre Price/Em Arasgain- The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling

Biffy/Professor Lyall- The Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger

Sunai/Veyadi- The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

[pad-wubbo]

"professor mush", "parasol mush", "twisty mush", "mushmobile", "ouroboros mush", "infinity mush", "supermassive mush hole", "mush of horus", "mush cupcake"

Pen sketches.

nine cute mushrooms in sketchbook

CC-BY-SA 4.0.

[parasolladyansy]

Sword x Shield

Highlights from Ansy & Ikrit’s first adventure together through Galar! If you want to see the whole thing, please visit my instagram at parasol_lady_ansy 🌧️

For this & the Scarlet x Violet series, I mostly just did single panel comics with a few 4 panel comics. It was the first time I really finished a series like that, so it was a big step for me as an artist, leading up to Diamond x Pearl REWRITE.

This was the first Pokémon game we played as a couple (apart from replaying X & Y a bit), & so this story is based on our love story 🩵 We met at work, & I confessed first. After a few years of dating & playing Pokémon, we were engaged & then married. Ikrit came to Galar on Professor Cozmo’s behest to study the Wishing Stars, while Ansy came a couple years back to learn about gardening (as the first run I did, I tried a different trainer class than my typical Parasol Lady, Gardener 🍃).

Small note: you might’ve noticed there being a year gap between the main story & the DLC post-game. During that gap, they went to Hoenn, Unova, & Kanto as detailed on Ansy’s timeline as well as Ikrit’s. Mostly it was to meet each other’s family & friends as they got closer.

—

Other SWxSH Comics - Remembering Leo /

[the-fiction-witch]

Last Names

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Elizabeth) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1165

Jack completed his rounds, the rhythmic click of his shoes echoing softly against the polished floor of the corridor. As he stifled a yawn, he stretched his arms overhead, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. Running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, he glanced around the familiar surroundings, the muted walls and the faint scent of death lingering in the air. With each step, he felt the fatigue of the day weighing on him, and he quickened his pace toward his room, longing for a moment of rest and solitude amidst the evening's quietude.

“Doctor Dawkins?” Professor Mcgregor called from his office’s open door, “A Word?”

Jack swallowed hard, fighting back the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes as he felt the familiar irritation rising within him. With a deep breath, he composed himself, placing his hands firmly behind his back and forcing the corners of his mouth into a practiced smile. “Yes, of course, Professor,” he replied with a polite nod, stepping through the heavy wooden door and into the office.

As he entered, the unmistakable scent of neat whiskey enveloped him, the professor’s infamous penchant for drink. The dim light cast shadows across the room, illuminating the professor slouched at his cluttered desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across from him sat a woman,

Jack remained rooted to the spot, waiting expectantly for the professor to address him with whatever task or briefing he had in mind. He directed only a cursory glance at the woman, noting her elegantly tailored dress and the way she intently watched the professor, as if assessing the situation for herself.

“Allow me to introduce, Doctor Jack Dawkins our newest addition to our hospital. Surgical man, with a long storied resume.” The professor introduced,

“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor,” The woman stood and offered her hand,

It was only at that moment that Jack finally turned his gaze toward her, and an instinctual awareness surged through him, setting off alarm bells in his mind like an alley cat's defensive hiss.

She appeared to be around his age, her striking figure partially concealed beneath a large, flamboyant hat that combined deep black with soft lavender hues. The hat, adorned with delicate embellishments, framed an elegantly styled updo of hair that seemed to shimmer under the light, a style he found oddly familiar yet couldn’t place. Her gown, a captivating blend of lilac and black, boasted a voluminous crinoline that billowed around her as she moved,. The fabric glimmered subtly, catching the eye, while her gloved hand delicately held a matching parasol. Everything about her felt enchanting, yet a sense of déjà vu lingered in the back of Jack's mind, leaving him to wonder about the uncharted connection he sensed with this mysterious woman.

“Of course, a pleasure to meet you as well,” he nodded taking her hand and giving it a small kiss, “Miss?”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor explained,

Jack’s eyes bulged, “Ughh- forgive me but..”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor repeated,

“Ms. Elizabeth …Smithen…Rodgers… Hartlen… Franke-”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly. Come on man.”

“Ms. Elizabeth is also acceptable gentleman,” she spoke up,

“Of course, do forgive me Ms. Elizabeth.” he smiled,

“It’s alright doctor,” she smiled,

“So why have you come to grace our hospital with your sweet presence Ms. Elizabeth?”

“Her husband is considering becoming the hospital's new patron.” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Oh,” Jack nodded, “And he is… where?”

“He is not feeling too well, so he sent me instead.”

“Hu… right.”

“I have some paperwork to attend to, and Doctor Sneed is far too busy, so you will be giving Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly the show around, if you can manage that?” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Yes. of course.” Jack nodded, “I’d be delighted Ms. Elizabeth.”

He offered his arm and she happily took it, he took her on a tour of the hospital all while mining her with small questions trying to figure out why he seemed to recognise her. But he couldn’t seem to place where or why he remembered her.

But while he showed her the morgue he caught her fiddling with a silver locket,

And the moment he saw it, everything fell into place in his mind.

The little silver locker engraved with a lily flower, “Y/n…”

“What-” she gasped in shock her eyes wide,

“I- I’m sorry I uhh…” he shook his head, “You remind me so much of… someone I knew… once.” He muttered, “Someone who wore a necklace just like that… I used to call her…”

“Little flower…”

“... Y-You are Y/n? Aren’t you?”

She nodded, “Ho- how do you know that?”

“Becuase it’s me. Dodger.”

“D-Doger?!” She gasped, “You- You’re alive!” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight intense hug,

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Jack cried as he coiled his arms around her waist, “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to build a life, what are you doing here? And a doctor! How the hell did you bdo that?”

“Alot of work,” He laughed, “But I guess the same as you trying to… rebuild everything.”

“I’m so happy to see you,”

“I am too, I missed you so badly,” He cooed kissing her forehead, “Wait- why are you going by Elizabeth then?”

“... As to not be arrested.”

“Good plan.” He nodded, “I keep wondering if I should have done that…”

“Its fine Bareilly anyone knew you as Jack then,”

“True. But… all the last names? How many times have you been married?”

“Six.”

“Six! Christ Y/n, why?”

“Ain’t an awful lot of opportunities in this world for a young lady without a husband.”

“And where are all these… six husbands,”

“Only one’s still alive,”

“...Y/n? Did you… Are you a… Black widow?”

“...I don’t think so,”

“Y/n. Did you do anything to your previous husbands?”

“Well…” She trailed off,

“I don’t like how long your taking to answer me,”

“I did not to anything to my previous husbands… directly,”

“Directly?”

“They were all very old. Married them, took the money, sold the house moved on.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded, “And the current one?”

“Death's door, can’t even leave his bed but has enough money he can buy half of Port victory.”

“So… you're going to be widowed again? For the sixth time?” He smirked a little,

“Mhm,”

“Have I mentioned yet how beautiful you still are?” he cooed, “and how badly I’ve missed you?”

y/n laughed, “Sounds like I am being propositioned for my Seventh husband?”

“Maybe,” He smirked rubbing his nose on hers,

“Nothing would make me happier after all these years,” she cooed pulling him in for a sweet and tender kiss,

“Perfect,” He cooed, “But I so have a request?”

“Oh?”

“Can you please just be Mrs Y/n Dawkins?” He asked, “Cause there is no way on this earth I am ever going to remember Mrs Elizabeth, Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly, Dawkins.”

“I think that’s fair,” she agreed, “Just Y/n Dawkins.”

“Humm you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” 

[superstaridolstart]

I feel like my main blog is the Au account

Might create a sideblog for my pokemon AUs :)

[fattummyt]

Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk)/Plus-Sized Brown Woman Reader - Firsts - Ch. 1/4

Bruce was the last to round out my fanfic share poll but revisiting this fic has inspired me to share all 4 chapters!

Summary: A collection of your first times with Bruce Banner (Professor Hulk).

Tags: meet cute, humor, fluff, domestic bliss, strangers to lovers, first time, yearning, short and sweet

Warnings: None! (❁´◡`❁)

Author's Notes: Y/N = Your name. Chapters 1-4 will be posted over the next few days! Chapter 2 contains smut that's probably what everyone is here for and will be up tomorrow!

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Read the whole fic on AO3 here!

Bruce sighed. "Her flight was delayed so she can't answer the phone and…" He lowered his head, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "I just, really miss her." Tapping the laser cutter nervously against the desk. "Ugh. Puppy love. Makes me sick." Tony sneered, fake gagging himself with his finger before Bruce poked him in the side.

Chapter 1: Meet-Cute-ing

You and Bruce met a few months ago during your trip to Japan. You coincidentally crossed paths—not that it was difficult to spot him. He was a giant, green, beast man and was steady followed by a crowd wherever he went. You were convinced the man was in costume but quickly learned that wasn't the case as it soon began to rain and the crowd dispersed. As a thoughtful but pointless gesture of kindness you offered him your Gudetama parasol umbrella, but ended up staying out all night talking.

Your travels in Japan promptly met its end, and when talks of life in the States began, you both soon learned that new jobs would force you both to relocate. You managed to maintain your relationship despite the long distance, and talked every night—Both chronic night owls in an early bird's world.

It was nearing the holidays when you smooth-talked your residency committee into letting you spend December at home. Which isn't in your city, or his state, but that feeling you get whenever you're with Bruce.

He couldn't have been more excited to have you meet everyone. This elusive, often fabled woman (according to Tony) was finally going to meet his ' family'...After your delayed, 1 am flight, of course.

"Laser cutter." Tony called from underneath the suspended Hulk Buster armour.

He jut his hand out, grabbing around aimlessly.

"Bruce. Laser cutter."

After another period of silence, he flailed his hand exaggeratedly.

"Laser cutter, please?"

Fed up, he slapped his hand against the floor, sliding out from under Mach 44's foot and rising to his feet to find Bruce leaned over the desktop computer, completely oblivious to him.

Tony pursed his lips as he quietly strolled, approaching Bruce from behind before promptly shouting. "Robert Banner— if you don't hand me the effing laser cutter!"

Bruce shouted, flinching his shoulders into his neck. "Christ, Tony!" Bruce turned away, rubbing his ears.

"What are you doing that's so damn important that it warrants interrupting repairs?"

"Nothing. I— was just checking my emails really quick."

Tony scoffed, "Nice try. Even in that Hulk body, your ears still twitch when you lie.”

Tony shouldered Bruce in the side, grabbing the computer monitor and facing it toward him. Tony blinked, looking inquisitively up at Bruce.

"Why are you looking at airline arrival schedules?"

Bruce sighed. "Her flight was delayed so she can't answer the phone and…" He lowered his head, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "I just, really miss her." Tapping the laser cutter nervously against the desk.

"Ugh. Puppy love. Makes me sick." Tony sneered, fake gagging himself with his finger before Bruce poked him in the side.

"Ah—hey!"

"Doesn't feel too good does it?"

"I poked you with a pen. You just poked me with a tool capable of turning my appendix into vinaigrette."

Tony snatched it from his hand, shaking his head as he turned and slid back underneath the Mach 44.

Bruce tiptoed, quickly typing up your flight number before Tony stomped his feet and screamed. "GET. THE HELL. OVER HERE." 

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[azuresbbg]

Azure x Tang headcanons because I’m spreading the agenda🗣️ (probably occ)

To start off they’re gym buddies. I imagine that Azure would hear about the concept of gyms from one of the customers at Pigsy’s noodles. And of course he would immediately go to Tang asking what exactly it meant. One short explanation later Azure with a grin decided they will go there together. What was met with the most dreadful expression Tang could ever make. Yet no amount of convincing could stop Azure from dragging the other to the gym. In short Azure adores physical activities while Tang not so much.

Tang has multiple papers written for university about human history. Most of them around 80 000 words. And Azure read them all in one night just to have a common topic to talk about with Tang. (It was mentioned only once but definitely worth it from Azure’s perspective.)

Tang is a college professor and it just so happened that when Azure tried to get into a university one of his professors was Tang himself. It definitely was awkward for the both of them.

Both of them really enjoy crosswords puzzle. Whenever Tang solves one of them Azure appears behind him out of nowhere wanting to join. It’s a nice activity for them to bond. It also helps Azure learn more about the current state of the world. Even if he answers all the questions wrong.

Tang of course has a large collection of books about all kind of topics. After long persuasion from Azure he reluctantly allowed the lion to read some of the les valuable texts. To no one’s surprise Azure’s favorite genre would be political books that directly describe history events he had missed. Any time he finished a book he would go to Tang discussing it while his tail wagged.

Unfortunately Azure often missed hidden messages between the lines because of the lack of knowledge when it came to the author’s autobiography luckily Tang was always there to remind him and give the lion a different perspective. What was hard for Azure to grasp at first having seen things in black and white most of his life.

They both LOATHE water. As if swimming. In a pool? Heck no! On a beach? Too much sand that gets everywhere. Tang loves to simply relax and read a book under a parasol Azure content in keeping him company even if most of it is spend in silence.

If you asked Tang what his favorite part of Azure is he would think about it for a while. At first not saying anything but then breaking and revealing that the lion’s mane is much more comfortable than it looks. The human loves running his hands over it or even taking a big nap while burying himself inside of it.

Azure’s answer would be immediate. He would say he loves everything about Tang and start listing out every single thing he appreciates about his companion. You would need to ask him several times to settle on one thing and it would probably end up being Tang’s hands. The feeling of the smaller palms against his mane or on his cheek made the lion smile warmly every time. There was nothing he liked to do more than taking the human’s hands and giving them gentle kisses.

Much to Tang’s demise physical training wasn’t the only thing Azure dragged him into. Azure convincing Tang for both of them to train their fighting abilities together. Of course the lion didn’t need Tang for this already having his own rigorous training routine. But a little motivation wouldn’t hurt Tang. Although Azure’s training program wasn’t useful at all. He’s way too soft on Tang enabling the human’s lazy nature and not pushing him to the limits. What greatly worsened Tang’s abilities. The scholar no longer putting that much effort while he’s not in a life-death situation. They’re still having a good time though.

[aylen-san]

Sketch 1 — "When the Gates Are Locked"

The sun disappears beyond the horizon like an old actor leaving the stage. The last glimmer of the day slides down the treetops, and the shadow spreads across the cemetery like an ink blot on a letter forgotten in a drawer centuries ago.

Maglor slowly closes the gates. The creak — not really a creak, more like a sigh — echoes from the old wrought iron. He turns the key, and it clicks, sounding like the final note of a song no one ever finished.

He stands for a minute in silence. Familiar. Almost cozy. His back is straight, his hair long — like those who refuse to surrender to time. He surveys the cemetery like a librarian watches over an ancient archive: not reading, but feeling.

Then — a faint, trembling light, like a miniature aurora. Above one of the graves, a silhouette rises. Then another. And another. One by one, the figures begin to emerge from the ground — not like zombies, but like actors stepping out from behind the curtains. Each of them had known how to play a role in life, and now they are simply themselves.

— "Good evening, Maestro," says an old countess in a voluminous skirt, her parasol tip serving as a cane. She nods, almost like a salute.

— "The evening won't be good if you bring your astral champagne again into the Lutheran rest zone," — Maglor replies dryly. Without malice. More like a polite reproach.

— "There’s going to be a chess tournament soon!" — shouts a teenager in a hoodie that says "Rage Quit 2019." His hair glows with neon, his face pale green from the afterlife Wi-Fi.

— "Where did you hide my queen, you pup?" — growls a professor, materializing near a neo-baroque tombstone, his top hat slightly askew.

Maglor passes them, nodding wearily like an old teacher making his rounds through the classroom. His steps are silent but sure. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a ghost-dog — a golden retriever with translucent paws — joyfully running through the lilac bushes, not barking but vibrating softly.

He heads toward the crypt where the elders discuss the news — newspapers they summon from memory. Some read on smartphones that are never connected, yet always work. One dead man scrolls through TikTok, grunting:

— "So this is called content now? I didn’t die in vain."

— "Where’s your lute, Watcher?" — someone asks.

— "Silent," — Maglor answers simply.

— "Good. People are tired of tragedies," — someone croaks, pretending to be a priest of comedy.

The Silmarils are gone. His brothers are gone. The wars — long past.

But here, among those who remember, forget, and remember again, Maglor finds something that, perhaps, is not peace — but a kind of rest.

He walks on.

The night is just beginning.

And the dead have not finished their discussions yet.

[bullet-prooflove]

Oh no! We can’t have an empty ask box, LOL!

How about romantic vacation with Jack Dayton?

Tagging: @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @livingonthehems @tess-love

OK so sorry this took so long, I could not decide on the location. I was torn with him joining her on a research trip to Ireland (cue Jack in a white warm sweater on a windy cliff surrounded by greenery or something beachy - in the end this won out as a relaxing vacay for him as Ireland would have been him angsting over her being out of his proximity for a while.)

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Bali agrees with Jack.

Usually on his vacations he works, same shit different location but this is his first one with you and he hasn’t thought about his phone once since he locked it in the safe in the villa.

It’s quiet here, serene and it fills him with a peacefulness he’s not felt in a long time. He spends his mornings on the private beach, swimming in the sea, lounging under a parasol reading a book. Before you he couldn’t remember the last time he picked up a paperback, everything he dealt with was digital. It’s only when you’d given him a copy of your book that he’d rediscovered his desire to read for pleasure.

“It was almost as captivating as you are.” He’d told you the next time the two of you met for dinner, the blush had crept across your cheeks and he realises that you hadn’t truly expected him to read it.

In the evenings he likes to cook, it’s something else he’s rediscovered his passion for. Every morning fresh produce is dropped off and he enjoys the challenge of creating a menu for the day out of the offerings.

Back in Chicago his life is so regimented, he don’t get time to stop and smell the roses. He’s on the go from five am to midnight and then it starts all over again. That’s what this vacation has been about, slowing down, taking a moment to breathe.

As he lies in the hammock on the beach with you draped across his body fast asleep, he realises he needs to make some changes in his life. He can’t keep hurtling through his life at break neck speed, he needs to experience it, to live it.

That started with you he thinks, when he read your words about the feel of wild flowers brushing over a lover’s skin, the simplicity of being with another person, your entire attention focused on them. He wants that, no more stolen moments or dinners booked three weeks in advance, he wants to exist in the present, to take the time to love you without having to count down the seconds to his next engagement.

“I’m going to ease back my schedule a little.” He tells you over breakfast the morning you’re both due to fly home. His hand comes to rest on yours, fingers entwining as he looks at you across the table. “Being here with you, it’s made me realise what important. I don’t want to look back at my life and regret the things I’ve missed because I was working too hard.”

You smile then as you stand up and something in his chest flutters. Being with you has brought so much joy to his life, he can’t imagine a world without you in it. You slip into his lap and his arms wrap around you, cradling you close.

“All I want…” You say as your forehead comes to rest against his. “…is for you to be happy.”

Your lips ghost over his and that kiss, there’s such a tenderness in it, a softness. He’s never felt as wanted as he does when he’s with you, he’s never felt so loved, so cared for.

“Being with you…” He whispers as he uses his fingertips to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “…it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.”

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[thedepthsoffandomminds]

More than skin deep.

PT 1

Request:

The reader just have a very sensitive skin (so they wear 'comfortable' cloths to wear and feel against their skin, like they have Gloves on most of the time), (maybe with a skin disease? And maybe having them *die*? Or in a life or death situation? I kind of want *drama*, and hurt-comfort-bit of fluff because of their disease? Or something a bit related to it?) Nervous anon

An - please don't be nervous Anon. I hope.ylu like it.

The cotton gloves felt good against your skin, and aided to cover the scars that riddled your forearms.

Are you ready my dear?" Your father asked, peaking around your bedroom door.

"Are you sure we need to go out Father? It is very hot out today." You ask.

"Oh my dear, he patted your right shoulder. We need to make ourselves known around town. I am the new Patron of the hospital, I have paid a great deal of money to expand it and the queen has given us a great deal of money and trust to help Governor Fox make this little town into a bustling civilised city." He repeated the words he had told you several times over the four months journey from England to Australia.

"But why do I need to go? It isn't like I will have any more suitors here than I would in London." You reminded him.

"My sweet, you must try to look past your misgivings. We are not in London anymore. Come, the carriage awaits us." He gives your hand a small squeeze and you follow him out the door. Your light blue, cotton dress swishing around your legs.

The Carriage journey is thankfully short. Your home is large but close to the main town, so you're arriving in no more than thirty minutes. Your father steps out first, he is a tall thin man, with dark hair cut neatly to his head to match the slightly greying sideburns. He turns his hand to you and you step out of the carriage. Your hat keeps the sun from touching your eyes but you are quickly reminded of the heat as your skin starts to heat up.

"Your parasol, my dear." Your father reminds you and you lift the dark lace parasol above your head. It gives you just enough shade and protection that you can feel somewhere close to comfortable. You take your father's arm and he leads you up into the hospital. An older man who stank of alcohol approached the two of you and greeted your father with a hearty handshake.

"Oh Lord Hastings it is a delight to see you again."

"Thank you Professor McGregor. My daughter lady y/n." He introduced you. The prof kisses the back of your hand and you give him a small smile. The two men turned and walked into an office leaving you in the corridor. Turning around you decided to look at the hospital. It is a busy place with many people entering and leaving. You see two large men walking a shrouded body through the halls. Nurses went about their rounds, changing bedding and cleaning wounds. You hear a voice on one of the wards and you are sure you recognise it. A blonde woman about your age is ordering the staff around.

“Open these windows.” She says; the nurses begin to argue but are quickly rebutted.

“Belle!” You smile wide.

“Y/n!” she comes bounding over to you and takes your hands, “It is wonderful to see you again at last!” She giggles.

“Belle, what on earth are you doing in a nurse's outfit?” You ask, twirling your friend around.

“It's a very long story, but I am one step closer to my dream.” Belle smiles.

“You will have to tell me everything over dinner.” You say.

“Oh god, are we to be overrun by pompos women today?” A man stood behind you with his hands on his hips.

“Excuse me?” You ask.

“Doctor Dawkins this Lady y/n Hastings. Her father is paying for the new wing in this hospital.” Belle informed him.

The blonde doctor cleared his throat.

“Oh, I apologise, Lady y/n. How can I help you today?” It doesn't go unnoticed by the nurses how his eyes linger on you.

“My father has come to inspect the building, he is with the Professor at the moment.” You explain.

“I see, well would you like to be shown around?” The doctor asks.

“Yes, thank you.”

“I can do that for you, Doctor.”Hetty asks.

“No, no. I will do it. Shall we?” He holds his arm out to you and you take it keeping your touch light.

“This is my ward, over here is the operating theatre.” Jack continues to tell you what each room was as you walked until his arm closed too tightly on your arm. You winche and draw in a hissing breath at the pain.

“I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned.

“No, please I have…I have a condition on my arms.” You say, fiddling with your fingers.

“May I have a look?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. Hesitantly you allow him to remove your gloves, revealing the scars.

“What happened?” He asked, eyes meeting yours. You take in a shaky breath and press your lips together.

“It's okay you don't need to tell me. Was it a chemical?” You nod to his question, “come with me.” He shows you into a private room and asks you to take a seat on the bed before he darts out of the room. As you wait you look at the way your once clear, porcelain skin was now chard and pink. Swirls of uneven skin painted your arms. When the doctor returns he is holding a tin in his hands. He opens it and pulls a chair up to the side of the bed.

“With your permission?” He asks and you nod holding one arm towards him, “It must be a struggle for you here with the heat?” He says as a cops the white substance onto his fingers.

“Yes, I try to avoid leaving the house whenever I can. Although the hospital is very cool, it is helping.” You admit. .”Good, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable here.” He catches himself and clears his throat, casting his eyes to your arm where he gently rubs the ointment into your skin. The relief is almost instant. The heat that had been captured in your skin seemed to lift away.

“This is not a cure, Milady, but it will help. Is it just your arms?” He asks.

“No, my shoulder and back as well.” You say before capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Take this with you and I will make up some more for you. Apply it each morning and night and whenever you feel your skin becomes too hot.” He explains. You purposely do not acknowledge his hand still holding yours.

“My dear, is everything alright?” Your father stands at the door.

“Yes father. This is Doctor Dawkins. He has given me an ointment for my burns.” You say gleefully. Your father eyes the doctor who drops your hand and stands quickly, like a soldier standing to attention.

“Yes, yes this is our young Jack Dawkins. Very promising lad. A naval lieutenant comes very highly recommended by the admiral.” the professor announced.

“I spoke to the admiral myself, wonderful to meet you, my lad.” He shakes the doctor's hand. Soon after you return home, finally happy to step outside and feel the sun without a fear of your skin peeling away.

In your happiness you didn't notice the eyes watching you from the street corner. Or how those eyes followed you home.

[superstaridolstart]

Professor Parasols Pokémorph Logs: The first enemy

Hello again IdolStart Followers! Once again my name is Professor Parasol and it's nice to get to talk to you again!

Well, today I thought we could talk about a topic that's been neglected until now, The first enemy of Pokémorphers

Now I myself don't study the enemy creatures as much as other topics relating to The Pokémorph Phenomenon, however my assistant does study these creatures a lot, so I'm going to be using a lot of his research for this log

First off: the creatures Origin and Power

They are beings from another reality that we can't properly perceive or understand. It is unknown how they travel from their reality to ours and why, but we do know that ultra wormholes have been ruled out as a possibility as the portals the creatures use look very different.

Now, while a human or Pokémon touching these creatures doesn't seem to do anything, at least briefly, but when these creatures use their powers, they can cause devastating and disorienting effects to the environment they inhabit, hence why we have been calling these creatures "Glitches"

i have provided visual reference, granted it's a drawing as it is very hard to take a clear photograph of a glitch, and i am not the best artist

Next up: notable behaviors and preferred habitats

Glitches are actually quite passive when not spotted, but if you do spot a Glitch, Run for your life as they can get very aggressive and will chase down anything and will not stop until whatever spotted them is down and dead

With that being said Glitches are very good at camouflaging themselves and hiding within their environments, and we know this, because Glitches can actually be mostly found within places with a lot of people or Pokémon. now despite the fact that Zacian and Zamazenta were the first Pokémon to help deal with Glitches by giving humans Pokémorph Watches, the most powerful Glitches and can currently be found in Paldea, it was also where they were first spotted.

Now Finally: What to do if you if you suspect Glitch Activity.

Now, the first thing to note is that if you suspect Glitch Activity if you're not a Pokémorpher, DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR THE GLITCH! Like i said before, Glitches can get VERY aggressive when seen, and while it is possible to damage a Glitch with trained Pokémon, they will target humans before Pokémon so it is unlikely that your Pokemon will attack before the Glitch get the jump on their trainer, so if you suspect Glitch Activity, Please contact the authorities, the Sooner these Glitches can be dealt with, the better.

And that's it for this Log, I hope this was educational for you. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you have any questions or need clarifications, feel free to let me know, I will try my best to answer questions you may have.

[lihmonada]

MOONCHILD EXTRACT

Arabella Tamada fem!oc

summer before second year starts at Lorenzo’s manor.

With only a week left before school started again, we ended up where we always did—Lorenzo's. His parents were still in France, and the manor practically begged to host something. The pool behind the estate was wide and glittering, framed by hedges trimmed into mythological creatures and charmed to hum low, tuneless music when the wind passed through them. The stone deck was warm under our towels, and the enchanted parasols shifted gently overhead, adjusting to the sun's position without a word.

"I can't believe we're going back next week," Pansy muttered, her voice sleepy as she lay stretched across a cushioned sunbed, sunglasses perched perfectly on her nose. "Did you see our list? Half of it's Lockhart. Gilderoy Lockhart."

"New DADA professor must be obsessed," Lorenzo said lazily from the lounger beside her. "Bet it's a witch."

Daphnee's head turned sharply. "What's that supposed to mean, Berkshire?"

He held up his hands, barely lifting his head. "Nothing. Just a guess. Don't hex me."

I shifted on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, letting the sun dry my back. The faint sound of water trickling from the marble fountain at the end of the pool nearly lulled me to sleep.

Then the shadow passed over me.

"Theo—don't—"

Too late. I was scooped up and tossed unceremoniously into the deep end, water rushing up my nose as I shrieked and splashed under. The second I came up sputtering, Blaise hurled Pansy in beside me, followed by Lorenzo practically tackling Daphnee mid-sentence. Someone screamed. Might've been all of us.

"HEY—WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" I gasped, pushing my soaked hair out of my eyes and splashing Theo right in the face. He was already laughing like a maniac, his dimples deep from grinning.

"What's the point of a pool party if you don't actually get in the pool, Bella?" he teased.

"We were sunbathing, you lunatics," Pansy snapped, clinging to the pool edge like a cat dropped in a bathtub.

"You'll thank me later," Blaise said, treading water like it was nothing.

"Doubt it," she snapped.

Lorenzo grinned and slicked his hair back with both hands. "Alright, listen—chicken fight. Losers buy Florean's."

"That's not even remotely fair," Daphnee said, spitting water out of her mouth. "You've got shoulders like a troll."

"I'm offended," Lorenzo said, clearly not. "Also, you've got legs like a Bowtruckle, so maybe you should be on top."

"Excuse me—"

"Pair up!" Theo called.

There wasn't time for argument. Before I could blink, he was lifting me onto his shoulders, unsteady but determined. Daphnee was clambering up Lorenzo like she'd done it a dozen times, and Pansy looked murderously amused as Blaise offered her a hand.

The water churned with laughter and limbs and splashes so big they hit the hedges. I held Theo's damp curls for balance as I lunged forward, trying to knock Daphnee off her perch. She shrieked and grabbed Lorenzo's hair, who yelped and lost footing, taking them both down in a mess of limbs.

We were all red-faced, breathless, laughing too hard to keep score.

By the time we dragged ourselves out, hair dripping, towels clinging to our legs, the sky was turning that soft kind of gold that only ever shows up at the end of a long day. A tray of drinks floated toward us—tall glasses with melting ice and bits of fruit clinking against the sides. No one said anything; we just took them, settled onto the cushions again, and let the warmth sink back into our skin.

Somewhere, an elf was restocking the plates with sugared strawberries and firewhisky-glazed peach tarts, careful not to interrupt. One of Lorenzo's parents' peacocks strutted along the edge of the lawn, tail dragging behind it like it owned the estate.

My towel was damp. My hair was a disaster.

Still. Everything in me felt light.

Theo handed me my drink without looking, still grinning like an idiot. "You owe me ice cream."

"Not how I remember it," I said, sipping. It tasted like summer and laziness and too many secrets shared on long train rides.

[viric-dreams]

As Estival draws to a close, two exhausted spies meet under a parasol.

Meeting with Jones and @zeebreezin’s Shaw below:

[Mercifully, you seem to have a few days off after the last of the Sixth Coil business is over. Aside from a few ‘teary farewells’, all that you’re left with is to draft up your report on the situation and get back to it. You receive a rather substantial parcel in a dead drop - one you scarcely use, these days. Inside the tin case is nothing more than a military standard medical bag and a pouch of what claims to be genuine Ethiopian coffee beans. The typed note attached is brief. The cipher is two layers deep, but standard issue enough.] 

“Hope the games were entertaining. Was curious about your report’s details. Is your calendar free for a brief meeting? Your choice of location. – S.” 

[… Well, shit.]

[The letter you receive back in the dead drop is in standard encryption. No personal flair.]  “Summerset quad. Name your time.”

[The choice of location is clever—the quad is quiet, but not empty. Any passing eyes might recognise Professor Shaw. Does he hope to keep you in check somehow? The fact that it’s Summerset’s campus, the location of his forged diploma is not lost on you. He wants you to meet him on his turf. Making some sort of a play at your own meeting might be out of pocket for an agent normally, but he’s crafty. You can’t dismiss the possibility entirely.]

[You receive a response promptly - specifying the time with no further details. He’s chosen to meet up at a quiet hour on the edge of evening, dead in the middle of the week. A time where few will be milling about, but you’ll most likely be seen by exiting students and the like. But why wait a few days? Does he plan to hide his men in the crowd?]

[The specified time arrives without fanfare. Despite your best efforts, you can’t peg any disguised agents among the chattering student body, nor any watchers tucked away in vantage points. This is the opposite of comforting.] 

[You do, however, see him. Sitting alone on a bench amongst the neatly tended to pebble gardens. He has his parasol in hand - the shimmering translucent thing casts a spray of colour across the rocks as he spins it. The gesture would look absentminded in another’s hands. It’s hard to pull your eyes away. Soon, you’re face to face.]

“Jones. It’s good to see you.”

[It looks like he just snuck away from Benthic - still in a warm professor’s garb. Beyond the twisting light cast by the parasol, though… god, he looks like shit - about as tired as you were before that 16 hour crash, at least.] 

“I trust you’ve been enjoying the quiet after the storm?” 

[Jones nods in acknowledgement and takes a seat on the adjacent bench, not at the far end, but with a certain degree of distance between you. At this angle, the lamplight throws the planes of his face into shadow, sunken eyes and hollow cheeks receding from view. Up close, his suit seems to swallow his frame. Its shade does him no favours either, the deep olive drawing the colour from his skin. His gaze stays forward, silently tracking the passersby.] 

“I don’t miss the chaos.” 

[He finally says. It’s not a direct answer to your question.] 

“You said you wanted to talk about the report I’d sent. Was something insufficient?”

[The parasol casts odd shadows as he rests it over his shoulder. The edges of the technicolor shade kiss your fingertips as they rest atop the bench’s table.]  

“No, it was perfectly sufficient, trust me. I’m merely putting together a report - and I’ll need the testimony of all the traitorous Kolomans that stayed behind despite their orders.” 

[He offers a small smile, before placing a few documents on the table - close to him. You’ll need to lean over to reach them.] 

“I’m looking to triangulate where most of your countrymen hail from based on the languages they were speaking. Check these over, fill in any you noticed, and so on… busy work. Were you expecting anything else?”

[Jones is trying to look at you, though his eyes involuntarily flit to the kaleidoscope patterns cast by the parasol. His fingers twitch, drumming a pattern onto the stone bench, a nervous habit he usually keeps under control. When you place the documents on the table, his hand withdraws, curling into the inner pocket of his jacket.] 

“I see… I’ll make sure it gets back to you in a timely manner then.” 

[His hand emerges from the pocket, holding a pair of reading glasses. He slips them on and reaches forward to take the documents from their resting place.] 

[Shaw’s expression is rather pleasant, though you can see the hint of something in his eye. Is that… fondness? Some level of ease? Worry? Under the parasol’s drifting colours, it’s hard to tell. He leans forward as you do, placing a hand - lightly - on one of the documents. Preventing it from being moved.] 

“…What were you expecting in this meeting, Jones?” 

[You’re both under the parasol’s canopy, now. He twirls the thing’s handle back and forth, casting a smattering of light across your face. A need to fidget he’s usually able to swallow.] 

“I’d like to know, if you’re able to share.” 

[Back and forth.] 

“You’re one of my favourite agents, after all.” 

[Back and forth.] 

“And your wellbeing is far more important than some busywork.” 

[Back and forth.]

[Jones’ hand freezes to a stop when yours comes down on the document. His eyes dart to yours, wide and magnified through the lenses. There’s a flicker of emotion in there, but before you’re able to parse what it is, it’s clouded over. His eyes jump across your face, tracking the swirling colours of the parasol across your skin.]  

“I don’t know. I never seem to know with you. An end to all of this, maybe. After all this waiting.” 

[He tugs the document free with a forceful pull.] 

“I can’t do this much longer. What do you want?”

[There’s a little twitch of his lip as the trap springs shut - a trap set for two. Underneath the colours cast down, Shaw lifts his hand the second you tug.]

 “What do I want..?” 

[His voice is soft, still touched with a bit of pleasing calm, but it’s in a natural accent you’ve never heard before - clearly working class Scouse. Another mask slipped free.] 

“I want so many things, Jones. It’s sickening. But right now, I want to know you. To understand why you’re here, why you’re doing this. You… fascinate me. You have for quite some time.”

[For once, Shaw stops spinning the parasol, a break in the intensifying rocking motion. He takes a deep breath, leaning back just a tad in his chair.] 

“…Pardon me, I haven’t been sleeping well. Does that answer your question?”

[Jones wasn’t expecting you to let go, and the document comes free with more force than he’d intended—his arm rebounding into his chest. When you let the parasol come to a rest, something in your prismatic hold seems to break. He blinks up at you, expression still clouded, but something sharper jutting out from under the surface: alarm. Is it from your answer? Or the knowledge that he’s unable to hide what he’s doing.]

 “No.” 

[No? Is it a rejection or an answer to your question? Jones pulls back, his free hand sweeping the glasses off of his face. He has no intention of reading through the documents now. Under the lamp’s gas light his face morphs again, slipping on that familiar neutral expression you know so well. No indication of the turmoil below, though you know he must be piecing together what he’d just let slip.]

 “I’ll ensure this finds its way to you soon.” 

[He raises the papers pressed against his torso to punctuate the sentence. Then,] 

“Am I free to go?”

[With clearer eyes, you almost see him catch his breath as the parasol stops spinning. He swallows down an unknown emotion that had begun to creep into his expression. His gaze never stops studying you. Tracking each and every reaction.] 

“…Fair enough.” 

[Is that meant as reassurance? Acceptance of your answer? Some acknowledgement of your alarm? Either way, whatever frenzy seized him a moment ago seems to have faded. Shaw’s practised accent is back in place when he speaks again.] 

“Of course. I won’t keep you.” 

[He smiles, adjusting his grip on the parasol before standing. Your technicolor shade is ripped away.] 

“But… Do try and enjoy the reprieve after the games, won’t you?”  

[The smile and assurance you receive in return tells you nothing you don’t already know, but it’s disappointing nonetheless–he doesn’t trust you. As soon as you take a step away, he sets the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, leafing through the documents. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s going to keep doing this until long after you’re sat back in your office. And then he’ll head home and look at them again.] 

[He might just process some of the words that second time.]

[parasolladyansy]

Hello o/

Would first like to say that I love your comic, and it really gives me something to look forward to every week ^-^ you've inspired me to start writing about *my* PKMN gaming experiences!!

Second: how did you find/decide your trainer class? And if nothing had felt right, would you have come up with a new one? Thanks <3

Cool beans! I hope you have as much fun as I do, although DxP REWRITE is definitely more than just drawing our experiences (& some headcanons) with the games, unlike Sword x Shield or Scarlet x Violet ouo).

—

Hmmmm. So, I chose to identify with the Parasol Lady class YEARS ago - I remember researching Trainer Classes on Bulbapedia & watching all 3 episodes of “What Kind of Pokémon Trainer are You?” on YouTube. I also remember having the option to pick your class in Black / White for your Trainer ID Card (yet another thing they need to bring back!), & the image of the Parasol Lady, surrounded by puddles in her rain gear, just felt right. ☔️

Back then, it was mostly aesthetics - I didn’t really use rain as a strategy, mostly just using the Types they prefer (Water, Flying, &/or Electric). It was only recently (ie. since Ikrit got me to actually use strategy lol) that I started to really teach myself to use it. 🌧️

There are so many classes out there, I’m pretty sure I would’ve found something that stuck - probably one of the many Water type trainers. As it is, Ansy was actually a Nurse at one time, along with trying the Gardener class in Galar after being very inspired by Ramos when she went to Kalos (though she just couldn’t let go of her precious Water types lol - they just helped water the plants XD).

—

As for invented Classes, I actually did invent a couple! One of Ansy’s jobs was a Lifeguard (combining Swimmer with Nurse), & Ikrit’s class, “PKMN Researcher” is kind of a combination of Professor’s Assistant / Aide & Veteran (though he was Dr. Cozmo’s Assistant when he was younger).

I also was working on inventing more Weather classes, though I got sidetracked. 😅

I feel like a Trainer Class can be just about anything you could imagine it to be. It could be about your job, your age, your hobbies / interests, or really anything! Just so long as your Pokémon &/or battling style can reflect it in some way.

Musicians tend to use Pokémon with voice moves (Hyper Voice, Sing, etc.) or Aroma Ladies use floral Grass Pokémon with moves like Aromatherapy or Sweet Scent (though one could also see them using certain Fairy Pokémon like Florges or Aromatisse as well). Parasol Ladies use weather (rain) teams, which could just be types that benefit from rain, &/or include ones with Abilities that benefit from rain (Rain Dish, Hydration, Swift Swim, Dry Skin).

Let’s not forget the Double Battle classes! There’s Twins of course, but also more clever ones like the “Brains & Brawn” duo (Black Belt & Psychic, who showed up that one time in DxP REWRITE, hehe)

I personally love Trainer Classes because it adds another layer of role playing, like classic RPG classes. But if nothing else, you can just as happily have the default “Pokémon Trainer” class, which is literally whatever you like! ^_^

[marcmarcmomarc]

The Super Mario Bros. Movie 2

Cast

Mario: CHRIS PRATT

Luigi: CHARLIE DAY

Princess Peach: ANYA TAYLOR-JOY

Bowser: JACK BLACK

Toad: KEEGAN MICHAEL-KEY

Donkey Kong: SETH ROGEN

Yoshi: YURI LOWENTHAL

Princess Daisy: GINNIFER GOODWIN

Rosalina: OLIVIA MUNN

Cranky Kong: FRED ARMISEN

Kamek: KEVIN MICHAEL RICHARDSON

Diddy Kong: ERIC BAUZA

Wario: DANNY DeVITO

Waluigi: STEVE BUSCEMI

Penguin King: KHARY PAYTON

Lumalee: JULIET JELENIC

Spike: SEBASTIAN MANISCALCO

Dixie Kong: CASSANDRA LEE MORRIS

Toadette: MAE WHITMAN

Ludwig Von Koopa: CARY ELWES

Morton Koopa Jr.: BRAD GARRETT

Roy Koopa: EVANDER HOLYFIELD

Iggy Koopa: KEVIN HART

Wendy O. Koopa: JESSICA DiCICCO

Larry Koopa: LUCAS GRABEEL

Lemmy Koopa: CHARLYNE YI

Mario’s Dad: KEVIN AFGHANI

Mario’s Mom: JESSICA DiCICCO

Chunky Kong: KARAN SONI

Koopa Troopa Soldiers: ERIC BAUZA

Toad General: ERIC BAUZA

Yellow Toad: JESSICA DiCICCO

Uncle Tony: RINO ROMANO

Uncle Arthur: JOHN DiMAGGIO

Aunt Marie: JESSICA DiCICCO

Mario’s Grandpa: BRIAN HULL

Swanky Kong: DENIS LEARY

Mayor Pauline: JESSICA DiCICCO

Bucken-Berry: NISA WARD

Ala-Gold: CARLOS ALAZRAQUI

Mario’s Niece: ANNA BRISBIN

Bank Toad: RICHARD AYOADE

Mail Toad: JOSH GAD

Yellow Yoshi: TODD WOMACK

Light-Blue Yoshi: KERRY SHAWCROSS

Blue Yoshi: JACK DeSENA

White Yoshi: ED SKUDDER

Purple Yoshi: SCOTT WHYTE

Pink Yoshi: BENJAMIN CALLINS

Red Yoshi: MILES LUNA

Black Yoshi: ZENO ROBINSON

Orange Yoshi: ERIC VALE

Boom Boom: JOHN DiMAGGIO

Pom Pom: CASSANDRA LEE MORRIS

Toadsworth: CARLOS ALAZRAQUI

Professor E. Gadd: JASON DOUGLAS

The Lumas: MAITREYI RAMAKRISHNAN & CRISTINA VEE

Birdo: KDIN JENZEN

Perry the Parasol: CHRISTINA AGUILERA

Funky Kong: ICE-T

Candy Kong: ROSARIO DAWSON

Rambi: TERRY CREWS

Enguarde: ZAC EFRON

Squawks: BRIAN HULL

Goomba General: MAURICE LaMARCHE

Koopa Paratroopa General: BEN DISKIN

Sledge Bro General: BRIAN TYREE HENRY

Dry Bones General: SCOTT MENVILLE

Hammer Bro General: GRANT GEORGE

Shy Guy General: NATE BIHLDORFF

Snifit General: DEE BRADLEY BAKER

Bob-omb General: DEE BRADLEY BAKER

Piranha Plant General: FRANK WELKER

Spiny General: TODD WOMACK

Buzzy Beetle General: JASON LIEBRECHT