#rehoming is not the devil

[sidetongue]

this beautiful idiot went to live with someone else and honestly, both of our QOL are much better HAHA

[ryuzakemo128]

Goodnight & Sweet dreams

Pairing: Poly 141 x Australian Female Reader

Content Warnings: Cheating, Affair, remarriage, no mention of y/n or the variation of 'you', Possible prequel?, third person written. Angst.

Words: 1707

Masterlist

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Credit for the Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Note: You have many code names. Many. Many of them are used by certain people. Like the devil. You have many names. Boomer, Opal, Crimson and Emerald are the main ones used to refer to you. As your real name is covered in layers of black ink and confidential files restricted to the higher-ups.

Note 2: The only defining factors, I will give you, are the following: Codename. As labelled. Height. You are not small. You are rather tall, at least six feet and four inches. Roughly the same height as Ghost. Your voice is also quite deep, for reasons you can come up with yourself. As no answer is wrong or right. Might make an oc version sometime.

Note 3: I suggest listening to Moon Shadow by Cat Stevens when you read this.

Summary: “I don’t see you the same way anymore. I don’t respect cheaters, no matter the reason you might have had. You ruined this home by yourself.”

Boomer grew up on a farm in the Australian outback. Her father is an Australian Commando. Thus, she didn't see him nearly as often as her mother, who happened to cheat on her father while he was deployed. Her excuse was the lack of affection making her cheat with his older brother, Marcus. The CEO of a tech company he started up in America.

“I don’t see you the same way anymore. I don’t respect cheaters, no matter the reason you might have had. You ruined this home by yourself.” Boomer told her mother once her father came back on leave. He was immediately told by her.

Boomer decided to stay with her father, even though the divorce, and she hadn’t spoken to her mother since the end of the divorce had taken place. Her father, even though heart broken about the affair and the eventual divorce, he tried to keep a positive attitude through it all. Boomer saw right through quite often.

Pulling things apart, fixing them regardless of what it was, became Boomer's silent mantra as she grew older, mirroring the tireless work ethic of her father.

The farm grew quiet without her mother's laughter, but it grew stronger with the echoes of her father's footsteps and the occasional clank of tools as he taught her the ropes of being a true Australian commando.

She took to the training like a natural, her determination fuelled by the anger she felt towards her mother's betrayal. Each push-up, each mile run, every target hit, was a declaration of her loyalty to the truth and the man who never abandoned her.

“I don’t want to become my mother and cheat on any potential spouse, man or woman.” Boomer, adamant in wanting to be reliable regardless of any circumstances she would encounter in her life.

Her father often came home to small things fixed like the broken tractor, a leaky sink, and even a few upgrades to the farm’s security system.

Even reading into carpentry DIY projects like the bee aviaries she built from scratch. Her dedication to self-reliance grew, and so did her skills, a silent promise to never become what her mother was.

Her aunt, Alyssa, came over a few times a month to keep the house from going up in flames. Boomer showed her all the DIY things she made, often wanting to rescue bees from abandoned areas, unwanted areas and sometimes even from people’s backyards.

Her father had a slight smirk on his face when she brought home her first queen bee, a rare breed she had found in the forest. He knew she had her mother’s charm and beauty, but he was proud she had chosen a path of honesty and reliability.

Alyssa’s work as a beekeeper rehoming bees from areas where they aren’t wanted became an unexpected bonding point for Boomer. Her aunt’s gentle nature with the creatures and the way she spoke about them as if they were soldiers in a grand army, protecting the future of the planet, sparked a fascination within Boomer.

She began to see the world through a different lens, one that valued every creature’s contribution, and the delicate balance that needed to be maintained.

Her father noticed the change in her, the way she had found peace in the buzzing of the bees and the precision of their movements. He knew this was something more than just a phase; it was a piece of her soul finding its place in the world.

The farm grew not only in crops but in life as well, with more bees thriving under Alyssa’s guidance and Boomer’s care. It became a sanctuary for those who needed a second chance, a reflection of Boomer’s own spirit.

Boomer took the bee’s safety and health seriously, researching how to take care of the bees better and what ways to keep them happy as well as healthy.

Setting up a mini lab to study the bees in their natural environment without disrupting them became a weekend routine. The bees had become more than just a hobby; they were her silent companions, a symbol of her resilience and unyielding spirit.

One thing her father noticed was the ebony wood varnish on the bee aviaries, making them look more like a piece of art rather than a simple shelter for bees.

He knew his daughter had a creative side to her, but he never knew it would be expressed in such a way. Her creations weren’t just functional, but aesthetically pleasing, a reflection of her respect and admiration for the bees.

Each aviary was named after a character from an X-Men comic she loved as a child. She had found solace in their stories, in their struggle for acceptance and fighting for what they believed in despite their differences.

Her favourite, the Wolverine aviary, housed the most aggressive bees, which she found quite fitting. Each name was engraved in a small brass plate at the entrance, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise utilitarian structures.

She would then sell the honey on the farmer’s market for her pocket money. As she grew older, her love for bees remained as she got more invested in the military. She enlisted at seventeen, she told her father she wanted to because it felt like it was the right thing to do.

“I’ll give it my best shot, I promise.” Boomer pinky swore, her eyes gleaming with excitement and determination as she held her father’s hand tightly. His calloused grip returned the gesture, a silent promise of support and belief in her.

Her expertise in heavy weaponry like heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, miniguns, anti-material rifles, and even the rare use of the Predator drone grew from her time in the military. She had always been a good shot, something her father had noticed when they used to go hunting together back in the outback.

Boomer dove into electrical engineering, electrical technology, nanotechnology and even robotics. During her military training, it was an eye-opener to an even bigger world. A world she is more than a little keen on learning more about day by day. Even reading more about in her downtime.

Growing up, her pets were bees and the blue Merle Shetland Sheepdogs that her aunt brought with her, which grew into a small pack over the years. They became her loyal companions, protecting the farm and the bees from predators. The dogs had an uncanny sense of when Boomer was upset, and they’d often sit by her side, offering comfort with their soft, warm presence. Her father named her first dog, Blue, after her mother’s favourite colour, hoping it would bring some peace to their lives.

Other than beekeeping and pulling things apart. The extracurricular activities she got into before she turned seventeen were gymnastics and ice skating.

Gymnastics was a way to keep her body in tip-top shape, she was always a fast learner and had a knack for acrobatics. The strength and flexibility it gave her were surprisingly useful in the field, allowing her to navigate tight spaces and pull off stunts most wouldn’t dare.

Ice skating, on the other hand, was her escape. The cool rush of the wind against her face, the sound of the blades cutting through the ice, it was her silent battlefield where she faced and conquered her inner demons, pushing herself beyond her limits.

Boomer, at sixteen years old, rescued a nine-month-old blind cat on the way home from school once, her father saw her with it. She was determined to care for the blind cat and named her, Shadow. The cat's full name is Moon Shadow. Naming it after the song Moon Shadow by Cat Stevens.

One of her father’s favourite songs. Thus, it became one of her many favourite songs as well. A classic ‘60s song amongst the many she would listen to on repeat. She listened to it when she got ready for bed, even after he passed months after her 24th birthday.

Her father’s death was a blow she never saw coming. A heart attack in his sleep, the doctor’s said it was peaceful. But for Boomer, it was anything but peaceful.

Her entire world had crumbled around her. The one constant, the one person she had always relied on, was no longer there.

It took a while to mourn her father, taking on many short term to keep herself from going off into the deep end. A distraction to keep her moving, both in mind, body and soul.

The farm remained her sanctuary, but now it was filled with the echoes of her father’s laughter, her aunt’s gentle guidance, and the ever-present hum of the bees.

She continued her military service with renewed vigor, channeling her grief into her work, seeking solace in the structure and discipline it provided.

Most of her dead dad jokes were made to help her cope with her father’s death. If he were around to hear them. He would most likely face palm himself. Followed by an even darker one in return.

“I loved my father. He’s got a darker sense of humour than I did and possibly ever have.” Boomer told her therapist. “I have my pet cats and my dogs. But I live on my own on the farm now.”

The therapist nodded, scribbling something down on her notepad. “How has that been for you?”

“Too quiet. I don’t particularly like the quiet as much as I used to. Maybe it was the fact I had other people around me?” Boomer answered, her voice filled with a tinge of sadness.

The therapist, Dr. Krovic, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s common to feel that way after a loss. The quiet can be deafening when you’re used to the noise of a loving home. Tell me, have you considered getting involved in any social activities? Maybe reconnecting with your mother?”

“If she wanted to, she would have made the effort ages ago.” Boomer replied.

The thought of her mother still brought a bitterness that lingered in the back of her throat. She knew the woman had moved on, living a life of luxury with her aunt’s husband, Marcus. It was a life that didn’t have room for her, not anymore.

[machine-herald-archive]

Viktor Skinlines

Full Machine Viktor

Created from the same circuitry as the Full Metal champion, Jayce, Viktor was cast into the tunnels beneath the robot fighting arenas to serve as a janitoribot—while his twin was groomed for glory, simulcast en español. Upgrading himself with the cast-offs of the destroyed, he has sworn la venganza.

Prototype Viktor

Creator Viktor

The creator of the Battlecast machine army, Viktor has perfected the art of transplanting living brains into low-tech, mass-produced weapons. But his work is far from complete, and even now he tinkers on newer, deadlier creations to crush all who oppose him.

Death Sworn Viktor

On a cold, dreary night, a pioneering inventor was tried and hanged for preaching his glorious vision of the future—a world in which the living knelt before the dead. Death had to admire Viktor's conviction, and sent him back into the mortal world, blessed with powers beyond imagination.

PsyOps Viktor

Leader of the rogue military known as the Black Rose Group, Viktor is a psychic technomancer whose vision for a utopian world was abandoned when he suddenly departed High Command decades prior. Obsessed with an alien 'gate' uncovered during the Arctic Ops event, his experiments into human bioweapons would allow him to breach it and upend the global order.

High Noon Viktor

Many a road to Hell was paved with good intent. Dr. Viktor may be the Mechanical Devil's kept engineer now, but his work began as charity: trying to “rehome” the souls of the dead in clockwork bodies, in order to circumvent mortality itself. Shame that Mordekaiser saw the good doctor's kindness and struck him a deal he could not deny.

[wordy-little-witch]

Does Atlas find his way to Buggy or does someone pick him up and deliver him to Karai Bari?

He wasn't in the original group of seraphims that went with Luffy and his crew, right?

So, that is actually a REALLY good question. He was not in the lineup and the likelihood of a Canon seraphim for Buggy is laughable at best.

Luckily, I care little for such trivial things.

As far as my concept goes, I think Atlas probably wound up on Karai Bari either out of his own doing ((read: a Series of Unfortunate Events)), because Angel and Birdie brought it up and so someone literally went TO get him, or he was sent to Karai Bari á la world government bullshit.

I really do think it's more likely a mix of the latter two, tbh. Like. I can absolutely see the WG sending one of the littlest Seraphim either due to lack of resources to send more/bigger ones, and also that Atlas is.... genuinely much more powerful ((technically/theoretically)) than most. The thing about Buggy - and thus Atlas - is that all in all? They both have insane abilities and the devil's luck. The issue, quote unquoted there, is that their powers and abilities are not typical in the common concept of power scaling. Could either of them win in a brawl? Likely no, but it DEPENDS on many factors.

Atlas is smart - unexpectedly so. He has some of Buggy's "genetic memories" and essentially the.... default settings, kind of? He has a lot of the baseline stuff without the EXPERIENCES and FROMATIVE bits that shaped Buggy into... well, Buggy. Atlas is not Buggy. He doesn't have some of the inhibitions or hesitancy that Buggy has - but in the same vein, he also doesn't have the same DRIVES as Buggy, nor the security.

So they're very similar but fundamentally very different at the same time. And Atlas, at the end of the day, just wants to be wanted, needs to be needed, and doesn't want to be abandoned - just like Buggy, honestly.

It's like a fun house mirror, kind of.

So I think the WG would send Atlas to try to take out Buggy after losing Angel and Birdie either via They Were Rehomed means or They Just Got Adopted. ((And overall, expectation is that Angel would likely have not cared for previous proximity and would attack while Birdie likely would have either held off out of a sense of "honor" or something. Either they lose Atlas to the attack, which opens a hole in defenses for the navy to exploit, or Atlas would succeed in at least taking down someone powerful. Either way, the WG counts it as a net-win))

Nobody expected Angel and Birdie both to immediately latch on and go "LITTLE BROTHER" nor did anyone anticipate the triumvirate of Cross Guild to basically go "Oh another son! Nice :))"

Atlas ironically is INCREDIBLY distrusting of them all, barring Birdie and Angel - he's more confused by them than anything. They left HOME after all, where some people would even give you a passing praise! Why leave that and the duties and the security behind??

Buggy's overall pretty uncomfortable with it - there's a LOT of secrets that can and inevitably will come to light with Atlas there, but... really, he can't bring himself to send the kid away. Buggy's not a good man, he's made peace with that long ago, but he's not a monster. His moral compass may be incredibly skewed but... if... if maybe he can be the kind of person to help a kid, one who's so much like himself, then.... maybe it's worth it.

It's also incredibly healing, all in all.

And honestly, it's good. It's really, really good. And they're happy. Stressed, but happy.

((Buggy is also dreading the day Atlas gets a little older and hits puberty. Angel lucked out with Crocodile's DNA sample having the makings of a male thanks to Ivankov's treatments. Buggy.... not so much. Transitioning the old fashioned way is rough. Bugs just hopes Atlas will take after him a little less and be less impacted by the dysphoria - the kid already leans into Buggy's own brand of gender neutrality and disdain for gender roles, so a clown can dream... they'll support him however they can, whenever or if ever the time comes.))

[endof-vanity]

Five Questions for Five Mutuals - TDJ Edition!

Thank you @gaylilsherlock for the tag <3

Who is your favourite character (s) from TDJ?

It has to be kang yohan. my pathetic little meow meow, who is also a byronic antihero, who is also just someone's gay uncle. he contains multitudes <3

What is your favourite episode?

I'd need to do a throrough rewatch before I could comment but i did see ep 4 again recently and that was a banger

Where do you see your favourite character in 10 years?

I hope he is peacefully retired from law, and deeply immersed in some other job with far lower stakes that he can get strangely passionate about. i think he tried to retire fully for maybe a year and got bored so he picked up a small job rehoming cats for something to do :3

he is of course still living with gaon and elijah comes to visit often

Why do you think The Devil Judge fandom continues to this day? (We still see art and fics published and people continue to engage. Considering the show ended 3 years ago with only 16 episodes, this is a feat - at least to me)

Both the incredible construction of the show, and the love that it inspired in people. It's a show rich with ideas and themes that provoke strong feelings (justice, abuse of power, religion, family, yohan's weird brother thing), it's deeply powerful, and its just plain good.

How did you find The Devil Judge? (What made you watch?)

I watched Beyond Evil first and stumbled across tdj through tumblr and the wondeful community that around these shows !!

[fractempyreal]

there's a cat nestled in the comfort of their arms, purring and content with the attention adrian gives freely. though it doesn't go unnoticed the way furry ears perk with interest and beady eyes peer frequently in the hunter's direction. so, they move closer. " i can't believe i'm saying this but i think someone likes you. and she could use a nice home, you know … " // :')

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 , the purring emanating from the ball of fur gently gathered in Adrian's arms . There's a soft 'clink' when porcelain rests within its saucer as opalescent gaze flicks towards the angel when they move closer . Eventually , he looks down to meet the curious eyes of the feline that peers at him intently , watching as its paws begin to gently KNEAD at the fabric of Adrian's clothes . While they are not necessarily one that kept pets , the concept of it was not unfamiliar to the devil . So much so that the comment elicits the faint downward TICK of lip's corner , but an absent disdain which usually would follow at such a suggestion .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ — Is it not your cat to begin with ? ❜ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐲 , singular pale brow arching ever so slightly as gaze shoots up towards Adrian's expression upon pointing out the implication that the feline had no place to call HOME . Even so , the cat seemingly remains oblivious to the conversation , now seemingly beginning to tilt towards the devil as if asking for some kind of affection from them ( they are wont to deny the creature , but not without a considerable amount of deliberation ) . Gaze remains steady on the angel before them . ❛ Are you now looking to rehome her ? ❜ / @sungracd

[muttsandmustelidae]

the dangerous thing about getting ferrets is that you will always want more ferrets. every time i see a ferret being rehomed/put up for adoption there’s a voice in my brain that screams “FERRET NUMBER THREE” and i have to hit that voice with a thousand hammers bc that’s the devil talking

[blu3b1rd]

So we already know Flynn's the BBEG(ish? ish) of the AU, but...

WHY?

I mean, it can't just be the grudge against Tessa, can it? Is there some sort of devil on his shoulder whispering Darkness into his ear Lord-of-the-Rings style?

Bonus: WHY IS HUGO BEING TREATED LIKE A SHOTPUT BALL??? WHATD HE DO TO DESERVE THIS, #JUSTICEFORHUGO

1st! While there isn't one specific devil following this floppa around, there's plenty of things that drive the stupidity. For starters, the less than stellar welcome home, only because of some silly pirate-like shenanigans that made some of the skylanders angry. Then there's the couple big bads who appear to try and take advantage of the factions being separated. Like GQ's attempt at the currently "rehomed" tech element, or Malefor's appearance to try and rebuild his army. The grudge is just a easy thing to bring up when he really doesn't have the words to explain why he's frustrated or annoyed, especially with how bad the "welcome" was. 2nd :) That little hamster man gets his share, but most of his fotball moments are from trying to smart his way through a dumb problem. Like bugging the very large, very unhappy floppa. That doesn't stop him anyway, even getting dangled off a cliff cannot silence this rodent.

[feralgirlfromatl]

I’m crying. Shelly Lakly is the devil incarnate and ousted my sister and her family - the founders! - from Noah’s Ark last year. We’ve watched as hundreds of animals we cared for were lost to death or rehoming (from a fucking animal sanctuary!) with our hands tied because Shelly was board President and had all the power. I really hope this is the first step in getting Noah’s Ark back in the right hands.

[fizzy-tizzy]

Pet Headcanons for the boys!! (1/?)

Mac doesn’t really have any per-se, but he often feeds and plays with the stray cats that hang around Doc’s gym. The two of them have been talking about trying to catch and rehome them for a while now.

Joe has a fluffy persian cat named Chouchou. She’s incredibly sweet, but there is not a single thought behind those big eyes of hers.

Birdie has a corn snake named Candy Corn! (or just candy for short) She’s very clingy with Birdie, and will often sneak into his gym bag when he’s not looking. She caused quite a ruckus the first time it happened.

Aran’s family has two dogs, an old Irish setter named Duchess, and a mutt they picked up off the street named Rascal. And while he’s not technically a pet, Moira has managed to befriend a crow, which she’s taken to calling Flapjack.

Muscle owns a tiny little black and gray kitten he found as a stray. He’s named him Diablo, both for the fact that he’s a giant troublemaker, and that his ears curl in slightly like devil horns.

Narcis has had many, many pets in the past, most of them rabbits of some sort. His current darling is a english lop named Chiffon, who he’s had for the past three years. He absolutely adores her, and spoils her absolutely rotten.

Macho, of course, has his beloved dobermans, Bullet, Bruiser, and Butch. They’ve been with him for years now, and have helped him get through some pretty tough times. (hc stolen from @/askthewvba)

Disco has a lot of pets, most of them unusual or exotic. He has a caiman lizard named Skittles, a tank of moon jellyfish, all named after various lunar gods, and a couple of gorgeous betta fish (kept in separate tanks!) named after various gemstones. There’s also a pit bull named Athena, but she’s more of the family’s pet rather than Disco’s.

Hugger, of course, has his forest friends! Once again, none of them really count as pets but he loves them all the same. Most of them don’t leave the forest, but Chip the squirrel likes to accompany Hugger whenever he can.

[prof-peach]

I know on your island you guys deal with a lot of pokemon from a lot of scenarios, but have you ever had to deal with ex-rocket pokemon? Either surrendered or found. Would there have to be a specific protocol for that, or safety measures?

Yeah we get a few that come to us each month, someone either hands them in, or we get them sent to us from other places that can’t handle them.

As for treatment we have to take each case sepratly, the local authorities send us poison, bug and grass types who need rehabilitation, usually it’s not too bad and we socialise them for a while. No people, just give them time to hang out with their own for a while. This can take anywhere up to a few months, just them and some other Pokemon kicking back and taking time out. We see a lot of Pokemon who didn’t get a chance to learn about their skills, their home, they never had a good family life, they often got torn from the wild and remember humans quite harshly. This time is key for them to settle into normal Pokemon behaviour. They are usually surrounded by others and can eventually pick up the right social queues and etiquettes, when they behave like the others, we start to introduce humans more, one member of staff will be assigned groups to care for, usually handling the rescues alone for the first few months, so the Pokemon being helped can get use to just one person at the start. Once that trust has grown, and they seem confortable, we introduce more members of staff. At this point it’s usually clear who will be rehomed fast, and who will need extra care, and we can divide up time appropriately. Recovery depends o the Pokemon in question, and what they’ve gone through. We’ve got patients with us that have stayed on the island for many years now due to relapses in behvaiour, if anything they’ve become part of our personal teams, part of the family, so I suppose they usually find a home one way or another. When possible we release those who are fit but otherwise uninterested in being a trained Pokemon, there are many release sites that the regional rangers oversee all around the world. Getting them home isn’t too hard luckily.

Because we have such a high population of bugs and grass Pokemon we just handle them more. They can find a group and settle here, without any outside interference.

On occasion we will personally choose to take on difficult cases, our lab is pretty hellbent on taking the Pokemon that are deemed “too far gone”, mostly because of the space we can offer them. Grey handles a lot of unruly water Pokemon, he has no fear of a Gyarados, doesn’t shy away from defensive Walrien or Carracosta, that’s just his area of love I guess? You have to love the work if you put yourself in the way of pretty big, pretty angry Pokemon, right?

Either way, we have our joy areas, and work with the odd species that can’t be otherwise helped by normal means. We use unorthodox methods, perhaps have too much patience, and tend to get really stuck into the work.

One case that’s a wonderful example was a dowdy little Salemance that came to us, had been shifted about by Rockets to fight in underground battle rings, it’s poor wings torn to shreds over the years, didn’t fly anymore, pretty sure the original trainer wanted it that way so it couldn’t just fly off. But it came to us so angry, and so violent towards anyone and anything, well I just about had it with the big idiot. Threw down with the dumb baby myself to put him in his pace once and for all. He was being outwardly nasty to everyone, snapped at everything. So I waited, and dodged, and ran, and hid until he had exhausted himself, and then used its bad vision against it and body slammed the little devil. He got tired trying to thrash me off, fell over and stayed there. Because I didn’t hurt him, I simply used his big dumb baby energy against him, he lost. Since then he was under me in the hierarchy, and we were able to get close enough to treat him, get his wounds seen too. He didn’t dare snap again after that, least not at any of the team. He got fitted with a prosthetic wing, has been flying for about half a year now, and is in the process of being adopted by a lovely young couple who live out in the mountains away from any towns, perfect place for him. I think they run a pumpkin farm out there and needed some defence. Me and that Salamanca are friends now, he’s learnt that just because a humans in a position of power doesn’t mean you have to cower, no ones ping to hurt them now, they’re safe, they can enjoy again. We socialised them, we tended to them, they’re not perfect, they still get spooked by too much noise, they’re jittery with crowds, that’s to be expected.

This is a case I mention because it’s a difficult one, not a lot of sane people will throw themselves at a Pokemon like that, and this is what the work is like. Sometimes you just do what’s right, even if it could end pretty badly, luck, great training, and years of practice are on my side, and for that reason I’m able to take in difficult ones. Each professor will handle different Pokemon, different types and varying levels of difficulty, all help is good help, you don’t have to wrestle a dragon, you can handle things a hundred different ways, and hell they might just work! The only true constant is patience. You sit up at night with them, when it’s stormy or windy and they’re scared, you hold your ground when they’re lashing out, you sit through the worst of it with them. You get bitten and cut and bruised and broken and it’s worth it because at the end they get to start again, they get a go at a second life that’s way better than what they had before.

Very rarely will we ever initiate attacks on a Pokemon on the island, we usually do all damage control with non-violent, defensive methods, and at the very most the rescue Pokemon will be put to sleep or knocked to the ground and immobilised. I see some folks battling against their rocket Pokemon, which can be a great use of energy but also can plant more seeds of distrust between the humans and Pokemon involved. It’s best to at least leave that until you’ve built up trust between you and the Pokemon I think, but each to their own I suppose.

If we need to do psychology we send them to Pari, who does therapy sessions with individuals who think they need it or are referred to her, she’s quite an accomplished student and uses my dear old porygon-z as a translator to talk with patients about their issues. Life is a lot easier when there’s less of a language barrier. We offer pretty much everything we can to the rescues we get, and they are given dedicated space upon arrival.

As for safety measures, yes, of course we have them. Gear is necessary when handling certain types, fireproof overalls and gloves are most common. We always go in with a functional pair of Pokemon, alwasy two minimum. We have this minimum because of many Pokemon going to attack our partner, missing on purpose, and going straight for us. One partner is offence, one is defence, you must cover your back, that defensive individual is more for you than anyone else, if you get hurt you can’t help others effectively. It really depends on the case, I’ve handled big Pokemon who got freaked out by heavy protective gear. Their old trainer would wear safety gear while being cruel to them, so we had to ditch it all, we realised it was causing problems and dealt with it fast. There’s also a number of first aid stations all over the island, not only for the sake of the law but also, we all get hurt a fair bit on the job.

Hope you feel informed!

[synesindri]

6, 18 and 19, please?

ooo interesting, thanks anon!

6. pick one of your fics and tell us about a "deleted scene" from it.

omg ok. so, i wrote moving on as a contribution to a genre of fic that was hugely formative to me when i first got into the supernatural fandom, namely "sam and nick cohabitate post-s5 and have a weird and bad time." the whole fic was supposed to revolve around a scene i've been thinking about literally since 2013 that would have been a tense but conciliatory interaction about how each of their bodies is lucifer's. i was so excited to write the scene, but i started it and realized it didn't fit into the fic i'd written to frame it. so. i didn't finish it, and deleted what i had written of it. tbh i might write it as a standalone thing some day but anyway. yeah. THE scene from moving on ended up not being a scene in moving on :p

18. if you associate music, media, or poems with your fics, pick one and tell us about that association and why it inspired you.

YEAH OMG counting bodies like sheep to the new world order exists because of Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drum by A Perfect Circle. this is another concept i've had at the back of my head since 2013, when i first heard this song and was accosted out of nowhere by the mental image of lucifer using mary as a vessel, standing vigil over sam's crib, half mother half terrifying heavily armed possessive guard over "her" child. the song is so grim and ragged and single-minded, tender but twisted and heavy and violent and almost revolting — it is one of THE songs for lucifer (or specifically lucifer and sam i guess) to me

"safe from pain, and truth, and choice and other poison devils — see, they don't give a fuck about you like i do [....] go back to sleep"...chills! (and then also Pet which is kind of the same song but not: "stay with me, safe and ignorant / just stay with me / hold you and protect you from the other ones / the evil ones don't love you son. / go back to sleep" OKAY!!!)

19. which of your fics almost didn't get published and why?

weirdly, ecclesia, since that is one of my favorite things of mine that i have on ao3. it's a rewrite of a fic i wrote a long time ago that had a lot of concepts and phrases that i still really liked, even though the fic as a whole didn't quite do it for me anymore. i wrote ecclesia to rehome them, but it was mostly supposed to be an exercise for my own entertainment. and then once i'd done it, i was like "hm, this is somehow both too pretentious and too intimate to show anyone at all ever." obviously i ended up deciding it was not too anything to show anyone and published it. i'm glad i did!

[prettybirdy979]

Aziraphale has to explain that yes, he knows what that looks like but no, it's a just a not-fully-grown rat snake with a strange morph and not the actual red-bellied black snake. This is because Crowley decided that the teenage girl not-customer's (she's just here to coo over the pretty snake) inhaler was a good place to curl up in. You don't belong *there*, Crowley.

I always welcome this kind of nonsense in my inbox. Please feel free to send me any prompts. More of my fics here.

It’s the screaming that gets him moving.

Not a girl’s scream, thank goodness, which must mean Crowley’s behaving for the young girl here to coo over him. But it is the sort of outraged scream, coupled with some very creative cursing and yelling, that tells Aziraphale there is mischief occuring in his store and not the sort that can be loudly and pointedly ignored. 

‘What on Earth is going on?’ he cries as he moves into the front of the store. There are three people there, the teenaged girl who’s been coming here for weeks now to appreciate Crowley’s serpent form, a screaming older woman who has to be this girl’s mother by the look of complete experaition she’s giving the woman, and a cursing man wearing workclothes that re-

Ah. Bob’s Snake Removal. Well then.

‘Is this your premises?’ the man asks as the woman turns on Aziraphale.

‘This place is a danger! To decent humans! DO you know what you have in your shop?’

Aziraphale gives her the glare of a thousand peeved shopkeepers, too tired to deal with this bullshit, combined with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to. ‘Books mostly,’ he comments mildly as she takes a step back. ‘My husband probably, he likes to slink around. Oh and his snake I’m sure, the dear thing.’

There’s an outraged hiss from under the table. Ah there he is. 

‘So you admit there’s a snake in the shop?!’ the woman shrieks.

‘Mum!’ the girl - Alice was it? - says. ‘Of course he does! Why do you think I keep coming here. Slinky is really sweet and he lets me pat him sometimes.’

The woman’s face goes red. Bright red. It’s really a fitting shade for the level of angry she is. 

But not important. Aziraphale turns to the workman. ‘Bob I presume?’ The man nods. ‘May I ask why you are here?’

‘Got a call a dangerous snake was loose,’ he says, fiddling with his pole. ‘Only got a glance before it wiggled into the inhaler but sir... You do know your snake is a red-bellied black snake?’

‘No he’s not,’ Aziraphale says absently, bending down to look under the table. ‘He’s a rat snake I believe. Crowley keeps telling me what’s made him all small and off colour but I’m afraid once I knew it wouldn’t affect his health I stopped trying to hold onto the details.’

From his place, curled up in an asthma inhaler, is Crowley. He sticks his tongue out at Aziraphale, looking very pleased for a snake. 

‘Oh you devil,’ Aziraphale hisses. ‘Get out from there, you don’t belong in there!’

Crowley just hisses again. How rude!

‘That is not a rat snake,’ Bob says, disbelief in his tone. ‘That’s an Australian red-bellied black snake.’

‘I assure you, no matter how much he looks like one, he really isn’t.’ Aziraphale waves a hand in the general area of his desk. ‘I think his paperwork is over on my desk.’ He reaches for Crowley’s inhaler but it moves away, just out of reach. ‘Fiend,’ he hisses at his ridiculous darling.

‘A marriage certificate!’ Alice’s mother shrieks. ‘That is hardly paperwork for a deadly snake.’

Aziraphale growls and waves again. ‘Underneath it you preposterous woman!’

‘Ah yes.’ Bob says a moment later. ‘I see. Well sir, do you need my help in getting your snake out of the inhaler? I won’t need to report it or rehome him but since I’m her-’

‘I have it,’ Aziraphale snaps. ‘He’ll be out in a minute.’ If he knows what’s good for him, Aziraphale says using a glare at Crowley.

Tongue still out, Crowley darts out of the inhaler and down Aziraphale’s sleeve. Grabbing the device, Aziraphale stands in a rush.

‘See, all done. Here you go my dear, though I do believe I have to ask you all to leave now.’

Alice nods, taking her inhaler as Bob starts grabbing his things. But Alice’s mother just stares. 

‘Where’s the snake?’ she asks in a tight voice, her eyes wide.

Crowley picks this moment to pop out of Aziraphale’s sleeve and hiss.

Alice’s mother screams and leaves the store in a rush. Following behind Alice calls, ‘See you next week!’ and waves.

Bob shakes his head. ‘Gotta say you are the most unusual snake owner I’ve met,’ he says as he grabs the last of his gear.

‘Good sir, I doubt you know the half of it.’ Aziraphale pulls Crowley up to his lips and places a small kiss on his snake’s snoot. ‘I’m quite sure my dear serpent owns me, not the other way round.’

With a laugh, Bob exits the store, leaving Aziraphale with an embarrassed snake hugging his hand. 

‘Well if you insist on being adorable my dear, I shall treat you as such.’ Crowley nibbles at his fingers in vengence, the adorable demon. ‘Just charming, aren’t you? Come on, I’ll read the rest of my book to you.’

Crowley’s hisses is an enthusiastic yes. Perfect.

[tottymatsuno]

Hi hello your Todomatsu takes are so so good and every time I read your posts/tags analyzing him I just go: "YES. Exactly."

I remember being active in the fandom a few years ago, and it was pretty common for people to just exclude him or make fun of him, because "satan".

(I don't know if I'm making this up or not, but I remember seeing posts laughing at those times he talked to himself, telling himself he loved himself, etc and I just ??????????)

Anyways I love how you deconstruct all of his "evil" moments and bring his underappreciated characteristics to light without reducing him to a pure angel. He is complicated and wonderful and thank you for everything you do for the Todomatsu agenda.

- Anonymous Thottymatsu enjoyer

RIGHT?!?? PEOPLE HATED HIM!!!! like everything people hated totty for were literally just either shit his brothers did first and worst OR him being egged on by his brothers! Todomatsu's bad behavior that isn't instigated by others is SO rare!!

He's just unsympathetic lol. He's callous he's a bit more calculating than his brothers (not by much) and he's trying to set boundaries between the six. He's not nice!!! That's IT! HES NOT NICE!! And that's because he's TRAUMATIZED! he's not nice to his brothers in a way that screams nice to them because he's different!

The show doesn't point out Todomatsu's kindness because to drive the point home that the brothers are fucked up its to demonize quite normal behaviors. Todomatsu trying to have a life without his umbilical cord attached to the other five is demonized. Oh you got a phone? Evil. You can talk to people? Evil. A job? Who do you think you are, we're all neets.

And he is SO beaten down that he talks to himself because who tf is going to love him otherwise. Todomatsu constantly switches alliances and gangs up on others most of the time bc Osomatsu is doing it first but also because he needs to avoid being the one beaten. He can't rely on any of his brothers for comfort or support so he relies on himself. Which is also seen as inhuman.

Totty literally can't win for losing. If he's honest he's a piece of shit, if he lies he's a piece of shit. He isn't allowed space for himself, he isn't allowed to exist comfortably and he's not able to leave either.

But he is kinda a piece of shit still?? He's like a dog from a hoarder house and def needs a lot of specialized care and love before he should be rehomed but... I mean. He's so sweet. Not an angel but he wants to be. He's got this pure ideal of who he should be in his head, knows what to say to appear that way but falls short because no one has ever taught him patience and compassion. He's lacking examples of genuine kindness and that stops him from reaching his true potential.

Todomatsu is so interesting to me because lol same trauma same mental illness. I also hate sugary sweet totty, like if I wanted to romance a little devil archtype with no depth or bite there's probably an app for that but like. He's so realistic yknow? He's the type of guy who rehearses what to say so many times it comes out naturally.

He's the type of guy who is so desperate to appear likable that he actually repulses most people. He doesn't invoke sincerity in return for really no reason and so he's reluctant to extend it first.

I literally got anon hate back in 2015 for loving him. But ykno I really just sit and think "what makes Todomatsu irredeemable compared to like Osomatsu?" and the simple fact boils down to people's aversion to his feminine behavior and because of projection. People often have mob mentality and only want the narrative to explain to them characters actions. Critical analysis is dead in fandoms so if the show says "He's evil" most people will mindlessly agree. If the show only says "Todomatsu is the only evil one" then people agree. It doesn't matter if the person who said it is angry at Todomatsu and is an unreliable judge bc its easier to agree if you already don't like him.

At the end of the day there's a million fucking essays about how Ichimatsu's stank ass farts are cries for helps or how Karamatsu is a poor sopping wet newborn bunny rabbit and exclusively a victim of abuse and not apart of an intricate orouboros of self cannibalism through others as both a victim and perpetrator.... Or whatever. Like people legitimately think Totty is normal and therefore not worthy of any compassion because he just has ptsd and not cptsd 🙄🙄🙄

Anyways ilu anon we are bffs.

[renthony]

Honestly my dream is to have a fishroom that's mostly betta setups so I can breed healthier traits back into the species, as well as do rescue & rehab. Bettas deserve so much better than they get and I'm weirdly fixated on making things better for them.

I wanna be one of those people who can impulsively buy out the betta stock at Petsmart and rehab them in hospital tanks before rehoming them with people who will properly care for them.

(also don't buy your bettas from petsmart, petsmart is the fucking devil and I hate them)

(petco is okay)

(honestly our local petco could be doing a lot worse)

(I prefer the local independent fish store, though)

[deadstrangeblog]

Head-scratching facts about Halloween:

Full moons on Halloween are pretty rare. The last time there was a full moon on October 31st, it was 2001 — and before that it was 1955. 2020 will be our only Halloween full moon until 2039.

The Michael Myers mask in Halloween has a fascinating backstory: The famous horror movie villain has surprisingly innocent roots. When shooting the original 1978 film, production designer Tommy Lee Wallace picked up a cheap mask of William Shatner from a Hollywood Boulevard magic shop. Directors loved the mask, and officially adopted it as the face of Micheal Myers.

Harry Houdini died on Halloween in 1926. The famous magician, illusionist, and entertainer died from peritonitis caused by a ruptured appendix, but multiple contradicting reports caused quite the mystery around his death.

The tradition of pumpkin carving was born from the Irish folklore tale of Stingy Jack, a man who betrayed the devil. Banished from heaven and hell, he spends his days wandering the land, carrying a lantern, and this lost soul was nicknamed Jack o’ Lantern.

Many animal shelters ban the adoption of black cats over the Halloween season. Targeted by the overly superstitious and demon-obsessed, black cats have remained a victim of Halloween for decades. In October, many rescue shelters refuse to rehome these iconic cats, in fear of callous sadistic rituals.

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