#seven spot pokemon

[randompokemonfacts]

Random Fact of the Day

Daily Pokémon that was randomly selected: Orbeetle!

Did you know that Gigantamax Orbeetle’s intellect and psychic abilities are overpowering? If it were to utilize every last bit of its power, it could control the minds of every living being in its vicinity. Orbeetle’s brain has grown to a gargantuan size, as has the rest of its body!

Prior Post about Orbeetle

[bumblesimagines]

Burning Love

Request: Yes or No

Summary: As the eldest son and heir to the Iron Throne, Prince (Y/N) Targaryen has many responsibilities; most of which his darling sister hopes to share with him one day.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Targcest/Incest (Full-blooded Brother-Sister), Aemma lives!! and Alicent is not a childbride, mentions of stillbirths and miscarriages (Aemma's pregnancies)

Collecting HOTD oneshots like pokemon cards at this point

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It was known that Targaryens had... questionable traditions. Traditions those with outsider perspective could only force themself to understand.

There was the act of putting a dragon egg in the cradle of a babe and hoping the egg would hatch sometime soon after to ensure the babe was bonded to a loyal protector they'd grow up alongside of; a tradition started by Rhaena Targaryen, eldest daughter of King Aenys I and Queen Alyssa Velaryon. Targaryens were Dragonriders, bonded with the very beasts they used to conquer the lands and pull them all into one kingdom (with the exception of Dorne, of course). They cremated their dead, a custom from Old Valyria, often with the help of a dragon belonging to their closest kin. 

And of course, the most infamous and often looked down upon custom, wedding kin to kin. Another custom from Old Valyria that many followers of the Seven turned their cheek upon, for they found the act of wedding siblings to siblings and so forth (apart from cousin to cousin) a sin. Faithful followers could voice their complaints as much as they wished, but Targaryens were kings, queens, princes, and princesses. Nobody could or would stop them from keeping their bloodline pure if they so wished. 

Descending from a long, historic, and proud family, Rhaenyra grew up listening and learning the tales of those who'd come before her. Aegon the Conquer and his faithful sister-wives, Rhaenys and Visenya; the many rebellions and fighting brought on during the lives of King Aenys I and King Maegor the Cruel; The Old King Jaehaerys who'd chosen her father, Viserys, as heir over his own late heir's daughter, Rhaenys; and of course, the histories written during the early stages of her father's reign. 

Her beloved older brother had been two when King Jaehaerys named their father heir and three when their father ascended the throne whilst their beautiful mother, Aemma Arryn, carried her in the womb. The fourth person to ever hold little Rhaenyra in their arms had been her brother, closely supervised by their parents and the maester attending the birth, of course. With a healthy son and daughter, Viserys and Aemma hardly needed for more children, but they tried anyway. Their attempts never carried to term, however, and any little ones that did were either stillborn or died mere hours or days after birth. 

Still, Rhaenyra never needed for any more siblings. Her brother was enough, in her humble opinion. He cared for her diligently, especially during their younger years when he eagerly wished to play with her, even if it meant the two of them being gently scolded at the end of the day for dirting Rhaenyra's dresses with mud and dirt. (Y/N) treated her as his equal, even showing her how to use a wooden sword when he began his training and helping prepare her for dragon-riding on Syrax. His own mount hardly needed much training in the Dragonpit, for the mighty Vermithor's first rider had been the Old King.

As time passed, the siblings were forced apart more often than Rhaenyra enjoyed. She'd made up her mind long ago that she and (Y/N) would one day be wed, and she'd be his formidable sister-wife. Their parents merely chuckled about it when she'd first told them at the age of seven, her squeaky voice and flushed cheeks only drawing cooing from Aemma and sweet smiles from Viserys. The absence of her brother had been stark, his time taken up by training, studying, and spending time with the Small Council, but Alicent Hightower had quickly taken his spot as Rhaenyra's companion. 

However, in due time, (Y/N) became man-grown, and while Rhaenyra quickly followed with her flowering, as heir and prince, (Y/N) became the most eligible bachelor in all of Westeros. It took time for it to become apparent to Rhaenyra but her eyes and ears opened when she heard their parents speaking of it. Many families, highborn and lowborn, offered their daughters through letters or visits to Kings Landing. Lannisters, Baratheons, Starks, Brackens, Blackwoods, Tullys, and plenty more came forth. Even Otto Hightower made a passing comment about wedding Alicent to him. It was infuriating.

"In truth, I do not understand your irritation, Rhaenyra," Alicent spoke gently, her slender fingers working on embroidery. A flower she'd seen in the gardens, or something along those lines. Rhaenyra hadn't truly been paying attention to her dear friend. She'd been too focused on silently fuming at the sight of her brother showing one of the highborn ladies around the Red Keep. Every giggle, every blush, every bat of her eyelashes made Rhaenyra tick. "It's wonderful to watch one's brother fall in love."

"You wouldn't understand, Alicent." Rhaenyra sighed. "It is like the love King Jaeherys and the Good Queen Alysanne had."

Alicent faltered at her words, her head lifting to eye her friend with a small grimace. "You do remember our lessons, correct? King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne had to wed in secret, for they knew that not even their mother approved in fear of another uprising from the Faith. Nobody has made a fuss over your parents since they are cousins, but who knows what may happen if you wed (Y/N)."

"(Y/N) is everything King Jaehaerys was, Alicent. He is beloved by the Realm." Rhaenyra reminded her friend with a small smile, pushing herself off the cushioned seats and smoothing her hands over the front of her dress. Her earrings swung slightly when she tilted her head slightly to the side, the ends of them brushing against her shoulders. Her eyes tracked (Y/N) as he lifted the lady's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles before departing. "He will be a good king, and if I could prove it, I would be a good queen. His queen." Her feet began moving automatically. 

"Rhaenyra," The name tumbled out of Alicent's mouth, her hands fumbling with the items in hand. "Where are you going?"

Bunching up the skirt of her dress in her hands, Rhaenyra grinned over her shoulder and chuckled at the concerned look on Alicent's features that only grew at the sight of her mischievous glint. "To speak with my brother!" 

With a goal in mind, Rhaenyra entered the castle and followed the distant figure of her brother as he cut down hallways with long strides until he reached his bedchambers. Rhaenyra took a moment to herself to catch her breath and rake her fingers through her long silver locks before she approached the doors and nodded for the guards to open them. She stepped inside, a smile appearing across her lips when (Y/N) turned to look at her. 

"My favorite sister," (Y/N) cooed, taking a seat at his desk and unrolling a letter. Rhaenyra rolled her eyes in return, clasping her hands together behind her back and taking small steps toward him. He skimmed the contents of the letter, his face giving away nothing of what it spoke of. "Is there something you require, Nyra, or are you suffering from boredom? I have plenty of lords and ladies who'd be happy to keep you busy." 

Rhaenyra scoffed quietly and (Y/N) gave a small grin. "I hear Father is urging you to find a wife."

"The Small Council is urging him to urge me, more like. They believe it is time to begin having children. Seeing as Father and Mother had great difficulty, they wish for me to have an heir by the time I ascend the throne to ensure there won't be issues later on." (Y/N) explained, coiling the letter back up and pulling out a blank paper. He dipped his quill in ink and began writing. "Otto has been... more friendly as of recently. He speaks incredibly highly of Lady Alicent." 

"You'd tell me if you were interested in someone, wouldn't you?" Rhaenyra reached over the desk to pluck the quill from his fingers, setting it aside and raising her brows at him. (Y/N) slumped back in his seat and laced his fingers over his midsection, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. Rhaenyra rounded the table and without thinking twice, she plopped down on his thigh. 

"Nyra,"

"You know as well as I do who you should wed, (Y/N). I know what a good queen should be, and I do not care about status or riches like the families of those ladies do. We have the blood of the dragon in our veins. Nobody would truly understand us." Rhaenyra spoke softly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out as she placed her palm over his cheek. His own hands unlaced, one moving to press against her back. 

"The Small Council-"

"Fuck the Small Council." Rhaenyra huffed, earning a quiet chuckle from her brother. "You are the prince, the heir. Whatever it is you choose, they must deal with it. It is their job to counsel, to offer their advice and opinions, not to dictate what you do. We could mount Syrax and Vermithor and fly elsewhere to wed in the customs of Old Valyria." 

A gentle sigh escaped (Y/N), and he leaned forward to press a delicate kiss to Rhaenyra's shoulder. The princess relaxed at the action, her hand moving past his cheek to the back of his head. (Y/N)'s lips curled up. "You are insufferable." He told her with a gentle laugh before leaning in to press their mouths together. He drew back too quickly for Rhaenyra's liking. "But a good ruler is a patient one, Nyra. If you wish for us to wed, or to lay together-" He brushed their lips together teasingly. "-you must wait. Father and Mother will be easy to convince." 

"Does it matter if we wait?" Rhaenyra tilted her head and batted her lashes coyly, the feigned innocence prompting (Y/N) to roll his eyes. She rose from his lap and dropped her hands to his, tugging on them until he stood up from the chair. She smiled widely, devilishly even, and slung her arms around his shoulders. "We will be wed, regardless. It will not matter." 

"I have things I must do, Nyra." (Y/N) gave a heavy sigh and shrugged his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "As I said, you must be patient. If you wish to speed things along, you should speak with Mother. She'll always be the key to winning Father over." He told her and planted a kiss on her temple before settling back down on the chair. 

"Will we be like that someday?" Rhaenyra asked softly, stepping out of the way so he could resume his letter. She toyed with the rings along her fingers, the thought of becoming one of those couples who genuinely cared for each other bringing a smile to herself. It was a desire all ladies had. While sons could marry whichever woman of age they desired, ladies had to hope the husbands their fathers or elder brothers chose were good men. She'd seen far too many times the faces of girls her age married and chained to men old enough to be their grandfathers. 

(Y/N) paused his writing and lifted his head to look at her, offering a reassuring smile. "Someday." He nodded. 

"I look forward to it, then."

[reallyromealone]

I am very sad.... (◞‸◟) This because you do not have a masterlist for Yuri on Ice. I love your child fic's ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- , and I want to request can you make omega child reader with Victor and Yuri? (Sorry if I spelt the name wrong)

Title: fight

Fandom: Yuuri on ice

Characters: Viktor, Yuuri, Yuri (mentioned)

Fic type: omegaverse

Pairings: viktuuri

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader, Omega reader, omegaverse, slight angst

Notes:

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Viktor and Yuuri ended practice early, walking into the school seriously and still in skating gear on Yuuri's end, his skates and bag over his shoulder "who attacked our son?" Yuuri seethed, the Omega scanning the area to spot their seven year old sitting with a bruised cheek and muddied uniform, across was a young alpha boy of the same age who looked worse for wear, uniform messy and muddied and a grimase on his face.

Viktor watched Yuuri go mama bear while he went to check on their pup, the young Omega upset as his papa checked him over "you're little hellion attacked my son!" The Alpha boys sire screamed angrily and Yuuri turned his attention to the other, an alpha woman and beta husband "I want to see the camera footage" Yuuri snapped before the Alpha could scream any further.

"N-now..." The principal tried to calm the Omega "no no, my son doesn't just hit other kids, he knows better now show me the footage" Yuuri snapped and Viktor lifted his tiny pup into his arms, the boy silent as he clung to him.

The parents watched the footage intently, little (name) was minding his business with a few of his friends, the boy and the others were really interested in pokemon cards these days as Viktor always got him a few packets when shopping.

Then came a group of boys, the ringleader being the little alpha, (name) seemed confused as the Alpha boy tried to rip off his collar only for (name) to push him back to keep him at a distance, the Alpha boy growing angry and punching him while screaming something the parents weren't privy to as there was no audio.

"We will be pressing charges" Viktor spoke up, staring at the principal and parents seriously who looked horrified "unless your son formally apologizes, you all get therapy and there will be class transfers on your son's end" Viktor was a reasonable man, the others nodding aggressively with panic as there wasn't a family in the area who didn't know about the skating couple.

(Name) Was quiet on the drive home, Yuuri worried as be held Viktors hand and the two glanced at each other.

"Sweety, do you want to talk about it" Yuuri asked as he sat with his pup, the boy fidgeting and refusing to make eye contact "he said... That I'm just a worthless Omega... That papa only married you because omegas were stupid..." Yuuri remembered seeing the rest of the video as Viktor threatened the parents, (name) lunged at the boy.

"You know that's not true, right?" Yuuri whispered softly and Viktor came in with some hot coco, marshmallows and all for the boy "I know... I was just mad"

"Well we aren't happy that it got violent but I'm glad you stuck up for yourself, my smart wonderful little omega" Viktor kissed the boys forehead and (name) huffed "whatever..."

"You're sounding like your uncle now!" Viktor teased as the family turned on a movie, Yuuri going to get the boy some ice from his swollen cheek, just wanting to care for their pup.

[gayeddieagenda]

for your consideration… 🍻📽️😳 + 55: tracing the lines on the other’s hand

another scene prompt game! this one is for real long sorryyyyy. also it features the actual smallest amount of blood u can imagine, but it IS there. and it IS plot critical.

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“You’re right,” Buck called. “They’re all Pokemon.”

“I’m really fine,” Eddie said.

Buck came back into the living room, box of band-aids and Eddie’s first aid kit—not the everyday one, the big one, from way in the back of the cabinet under the sink—in hand. Eddie didn’t even know how he’d known where to find that one. “No,” Buck said. “You’re getting Pokemon.”

Eddie pulled a face.

It really, really was not a big deal. It was a Friday night with no Christopher around—Denny and some mutual friends were doing a video game night and sleepover at the Wilson’s—so Buck had shown up at Eddie’s at seven with takeout from the banh mi place, the good one that he had to drive nearly to Chim and Maddie’s to get. Eddie swung the grocery store after dropping off Chris and picked them up plenty of beer—a pack of Buck’s usual brand and then a weird one, whatever seasonal flavor Eddie could find that he knew Buck would love trying just as much as he would hate actually having to drink it.

They ate at the dining room table, decanting the takeout onto real plates. After cleanup, they settled into the living room couch like they meant to stay there a while. Eddie made a show out of squabbling with Buck over the movie choice, before making just as much of a show out of giving in.

It was a Friday night. It was a well-worn routine, as comfortable as the old t-shirts Eddie had had almost as long as he’d had Christopher. Tonight was the same as every other night they’d had for the past six, seven years. It was pretty much Eddie’s definition of perfect.

Until—

Something happened with the bottle opener. Eddie still wasn’t sure what, only that he’d been trying to open the beer and watch the screen and talk to Buck all at once, and then suddenly something slipped and now he had a shallow scrape running the length of three knuckles on the back of his left hand, weakly leaking blood.

“Hand,” Buck said now. Eddie rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, holding out his hand to Buck.

Buck settled himself back on the couch next to Eddie. He took Eddie’s hand and set it gingerly in his lap. 

Gently, he pressed a cloth against Eddie’s knuckles. Three little spots of blood soaked slowly into it, each smaller than the last.

“See,” Eddie said. “It’s nothing.”

Buck ignored him. When he was satisfied the bleeding had stopped—in Eddie’s opinion, it had barely started—he got the Neosporin spray out of the first aid kit. After the Neosporin was on, it was Pokemon time. Eddie got a Pikachu, a Magikarp, and a round blue guy he didn’t recognize, carefully Tetris’d together to cover the scrapes around the ridges of Eddie’s knuckles.

“Will I make it?” Eddie said drily.

“Consider yourself lucky there was a firefighter in the house,” Buck said.

He was still holding Eddie’s hand.

Neither of them had bothered to pause the movie when Eddie started bleeding. On the screen, a car spun out of control dramatically, then exploded.

Buck turned Eddie’s hand in his, flipping it so his palm was facing the ceiling. His eyes were on the TV. Eddie almost could’ve convinced himself he didn’t realize he was doing it, fidgeting with Eddie’s hand the way he sometimes did with pens or a walkie-talkie at work, if it weren’t for how carefully he was touching Eddie.

Buck’s thumb found the soft center of Eddie’s palm. He ran his thumb up Eddie’s hand, following the curved line that outlined the meat of Eddie’s thumb. His touch was feather-light.

Eddie couldn’t help it. He shivered, and Buck looked up.

“Sorry,” Eddie said.

Buck’s nose crinkled. “I can stop,” he said, not moving.

“I, uh.” Another explosion on the screen, lighting the side of Buck’s face up in orange. “I don’t mind.”

The corners of Buck’s mouth lifted, a smile so small it could barely be called a smile.

He looked down at his lap, where he was still holding Eddie’s hand in both of his own. Eddie followed his gaze.

It was just Eddie’s hand. The lines across his palm showed up clear and mostly unbroken, which his abuela used to tell him meant something. Eddie couldn’t remember what. He had calluses on his palms, some from work, some from the gym. On his index finger, he had a thin scar, a relic of a kitchen chopping mishap when he was twenty.

Buck began moving his thumbs in small circles across Eddie’s palm. He started light, barely brushing Eddie’s skin, so gently that it was almost uncomfortable.

Eddie breathed in slowly through his nose and tried not to move.

When Buck dug his right thumb in a little deeper, right at the joints where Eddie’s fingers connected his palm, where his hands got stiff after a particularly long day, Eddie made a quiet, involuntary noise.

Buck looked up.

This, they didn’t do. They were physical with each other, always had been, in ways that Eddie never thought bore commenting on. They were on top of each other on the job, more often than they weren’t, squeezed in knee-to-knee in the truck and reaching over each other with practiced ease in the field. At home, they were even worse. Fridays had room for a lot of things—for knocking into each other in the kitchen when they cleaned up after dinner and tussling for the best seat on the couch. Elbows bumping together on the couch, hands brushing when Eddie handed Buck another beer. Sometimes, Buck fell asleep on Eddie halfway through the second movie, his head a heavy weight on Eddie’s shoulder. Sometimes, they fought over the remote, wrestling each other on the couch until one of them dragged the other all the way down to the living room rug.

Touching Buck—being touched by Buck—was nothing new to Eddie. This, though…

Eddie could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. Eddie had an old feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach—the yawning sense that they were standing on the brink of something.

Somewhere in the back of Eddie’s head, he’d been waiting for something like this. For a moment, when all the things they’d been holding back between the two of them came bubbling up to the surface. He’d never said it outright, not even in his own head, but sometimes, Buck looked at him and Eddie just knew that something was coming. A breaking point. When Buck would look at him and Eddie would look back and they would both know—okay, now. here we go.

This, though—he wasn't sure this felt like it.

This was...this was nothing. This was a Friday night. This was pumpkin beer and Eddie's bandaged knuckles and the stupid action movie still playing on the TV. This was so totally, spectacularly unremarkable.

He’d thought, when it was time, that he would know. It would be something they couldn’t ignore. They both knew what it felt like to experience the world at scale. Earthquakes, tsunamis, fire and lightning. This wasn’t that.

If something as small as Buck holding Eddie’s hand was enough to break open this thing between them, it would’ve happened a long, long time ago.

Wouldn’t it?

Eddie looked down. Buck was still holding Eddie’s hand in his lap, his thumb making little aimless circles in the center of his palm.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked.

Buck stilled. “I don’t know.”

Eddie tried again. “What, uh. What are we doing?”

Buck shook his head, wordlessly.

Eddie tilted his head back up to look at him. His eyes were huge in the half-light, the glow of the TV and the light from the hall he’d left on when he went looking for the first aid kit. They stared at each other for a long, drawn-out moment.

Then Buck giggled. The tension broke. And suddenly, Eddie wasn’t uncertain anymore.

He closed his hand around Buck’s. Eddie looked at him.

“Okay,” Eddie said quietly. “I’m just gonna…”

He leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving Buck all the time in the world to figure out where he was going with this. Buck didn’t move, didn’t pull away, didn’t blink. When Eddie kissed Buck, it was barely a kiss, putting his mouth on Buck’s as lightly as Buck had first touched Eddie’s hand.

Buck made a quiet noise into Eddie’s mouth and then they were kissing for real, Buck pressing into him almost hard enough to knock their teeth together.

It was a good feeling, kissing Buck, the kind of raw good feeling that Eddie couldn’t remember feeling in a long, long time. Maybe he’d never felt something quite like this. Eddie could get lost in this, he was pretty sure, in the closeness, in the feeling of Buck’s mouth opening under his, in the quiet noise Buck made when Eddie put his hand in the short hairs at the back of his neck.

When they finally separated, Buck’s face was flushed a bright red. Eddie had a feeling he looked about the same.

Eddie swallowed. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. “Was that okay?”

“No, it was awful,” Buck said. “What the hell do you mean, was it okay?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “We haven’t done that before, jackass,” he said. “I mean, should we talk about this?”

“Oh,” Buck said. “Sure.” He picked at the hem of his shorts with his free hand, the one that wasn’t still holding Eddie’s hand between them. His eyes flicked down to Eddie’s mouth and back up again. “We can talk, if that’s what you want to do.”

Eddie let out a sigh, faux-exasperated. “Shut up,” he said, and hauled Buck back into a kiss, both of them smiling into it.

They kissed and kissed and kissed. They didn’t stop when the movie credits started rolling or when the TV switched itself off automatically, the room darkening around them. They didn’t stop until Buck had kissed the scars on Eddie’s shoulder and the one on his wrist and the goddamn Pokemon band-aids across his knuckles and a lot of other places besides.

It was a Friday night. They’d had a lot of good Friday nights over the years. Eddie had a feeling this one was going to be pretty hard to beat.

[crystallizsch]

HI okay so about that multifandom post — these are the ones that comes to mind i might post about in the future (with a lot of them having oc x canon stuff as well)

(the headers are my fan ocs btw 💕)

obey me!

i’ll very likely do this tbh

potential crossovers??? seven sins/brothers vs the seven overblotters???

i’ve been thinking about this for a long time actually (for example: obm mc and twst mc switching places)

and if you must know my faves are simeon and mammon >:]

stardew valley

maybe i’ll post about it???

i barely have time to play this game 😭 and when i do, i play it for like a week straight and dont touch it for several months (which is something i do with a lot of the games i play anyway 😔)

maybe potential twst x sdv au

as for the characters i’m into: it’s the alcoholic and the emo boy, if you know you know

IF THEY CAN’T LET ME HAVE ROBIN IM COURTING HER LOSER SON I GUESS

our life: beginning & always

a niche(?) visual novel with a customizable mc

augh i’ll definitely post about it bc i have SUCH a soft spot for it

it’s cheesy to admit but the game got me through some rough times before i landed on twst lmao (and it's literally the ONLY game i did somewhat of a self-insert hgdkfj)

if you’re into slice of life visual novels, PLEASE check this out, it’s free on steam (it has paid dlcs (that i all paid for bc i love the game so much) but the game is still VERY enjoyable without it)

it has so much 2000s-2010s nostalgic vibes, and it doesnt force you to a romance if you don’t want to (at least from what i remember but im pretty confident that’s the case)

and the main “love interest” is the CUTEST OUGH

it’s not really “exciting” per se since it’s a slice of life, BUT BUT—

ONCE I START POSTING ABOUT THIS I WILL CONVERT YOU GUYS MARK MY WORDS

pokemon

HUGE MAYBE THAT I’LL DO STUFF ABOUT POKEMON bc i struggle with animal art ;;;

so probably i’ll just do occasional crossovers/aus with twst

or sharing some trainer/gijinka ocs

misc games/anime/etc.

the arcana (nix hydra): another niche(?) visual novel free on the app store about a magician mc and tarot cards (grossly summarizing it), i’d recommend if you like fantasy/dark themes 🫶 i have a soft spot for it too bc it was one of my first oc x canon i started posting when i was younger <3 (i’d like to consider the art style of this dating sim “unconventionally pretty” like it’s not your usual anime otome game art style. it’s definitely not for everyone but i personally like it)

cult of the lamb: i have a one-off lamb oc but if i do post about this, it’s probably going to be more about gameplay than oc-posting tbh

honkai star rail: i have no ocs in this game but i LOVE playing for the characters/story so it’ll prob be just me reacting to story stuff and agonizing over gacha pulls

+ probably other franchises (like other anime or video games and stuff) i might make fanart of or just talk about

AGAIN TO CLARIFY: i'll still be twst-posting first and foremost because i know it’ll be my main fandom for a LONG while, i really don’t see myself dropping it any time soon!! these other fandoms are just side interests

and considering my track record of ONLY focusing on certain twst characters/ocs, i don't think the fandoms i mentioned here will show very often anyway 😭

[aspens-dragons]

hi aspen here. ok rotumblr we (she life on my science till i project gc) need your guidance. the "i" in the following story is clearly not me. because i dont have a girlfriend. the pre-hangout facetime is going great chat. so far kekoa's the only one here with any kind of game, falinks has been to the post office seven times in the past two days, skyler is fucking vitamin d deficient despite living in alola her whole life, midori is out here bullying infant oshawott pups and ieke got fucking stopped at customs cause he brought a 4 lb tub of kimchi with him (???????)

anyway midori aita below

"aita for calling my girlfriend's oshawott kind of fugly

i (m16) am a student of blueberry academy; i'm from the alola region, so there a lot of pokemon at bba that i don't see very frequently, and this is awesome most of the time! recently, my girlfriend's (f15) samurott gave birth to an oshawott, which i have been VERY enthusiastic about, and im very prepared to be an active part of this oshawott's life. i did a lot of research about caring for the pups but the first time i ever actually saw a newborn oshawott was when her samurott gave birth. (my friends are clowning on me because apparently "bruh you couldn't have done that much research on the fuckin oshawott if you dont know what its supposed to look like") because i didn't know what newborn oshawotts are supposed to look like, i didn't realize they're just built that small and wrinkly, so when i saw the pup for the first time i thought it was diseased, and when my girlfriend corrected and explained to me that they're supposed to look like that, i said (aspen note: CHAT I CANNOT MAKE THIS NEXT PART UP.)

"oh so they're just fugly, sick! in a kinda cute way i guess"

my gf became very upset and told me that i was being mean and that i needed to think about how i'm going to act around the oshawott pup if i want to be part of it's life, and all my friends (m15, m16, m16, f17, m17) (aspen note: RIGHTFULLY SO) are making fun of me and saying she's too good for me because they would've dumped my ass on the spot, but i don't think i did anything wrong. AITA?"

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

It was really hard to narrow down the number of Pokemon on the poll, all the poison Pokemon are so Remus coded. Trubbish | Garbodor not included because I feel like it would win in a landslide, so trust that it’s already on the team

If “Other” gets in the top three (or third and fourth are close in votes), I’ll put the top two on the team and make a new poll to fill two more spots

The rest of the team will be unilaterally decided by me, and won’t necessarily include any of the losing seven

Pokemon pictured below the cut 👇

[jiminiecrickets]

How about (the seven days a week couple) a drabble where oc hangs out with jk and hyungs and they talk about how jk talks about oc so much? And how much jk love's him?

sfw

there have been more than a few drinks. jungkook has been nursing a glass of apple juice for the last hour, lazing about on the back porch steps – he refuses to embarrass himself in front of you and his friends.

"oh, oh – speaking of, do you remember when kookie came home from his first proper date with yn-hyung? he floated around the house with a lovestruck smile on his face for hours!"

"hey, why're we sharing embarrassing stories of me?" jungkook protests as a round of 'ooh's and sage nods pass around the circle. "i thought we collectively agreed to bully taehyung!"

"we've already beaten him up and stolen his wallet and phone," yoongi says with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "it's your turn to sit in the torture chair."

taehyung sticks his tongue out at jungkook, who returns it. "deserved. hey, remember when yn-hyung took us to the beach and kook pushed him into the water? oh, gosh, seeing that body under that white shirt, those arms..." taehyung sighs, fanning himself and batting his eyelashes, morphing his expression into one of wide-eyed poutiness that would look right at home on jungkook. "you were eating sand when his took off his shirt."

jungkook turns to you and smiles. he says politely, "hyung, can you please hold this for me? thank you."

you accept the glass of apple juice with a grin. "go get him, baby."

jungkook stands. "three."

taehyung scrambles to his feet and they roar with laughter as jungkook chases him down, tackling him to the soft grass and messing up his perfect summer curls, which he knows took him hours at the bathroom mirror. "take it back! you take that back! why're you swooning at my boyfriend, huh? just because you're blond doesn't mean you're better than me!"

jimin leans closer to you, seated on the step below yours. he watches with an expression between amusement and incredulity. "he's pretty protective over you, isn't he?"

"i think it's cute," you reply, watching fondly as he throttles his best friend. "i like how he tries to take care of me. see, when he's done, he's going to return like a puppy with a fetch stick and latch onto me. i'm going to be holding his drink for the rest of the night."

"aw," he coos. "you know, he talks about you so much it's almost nauseating – he's always thinking of you, even when he's with us. he could be mid-conversation with namjoon-hyung – and you know how much he adores him – and immediately pivot on the spot to point out your favourite pastry in the bakery window. true story, by the way."

"oh, so i'm still the favourite? good to know – i won't have to fight my boyfriend's boyfriend any time soon."

jimin laughs into his palm, curling it up and resting his cheek on it as jungkook trots back towards you with a pleased smile. taehyung groans amongst the grass and the daisies.

"well, does anyone else have any stories where they'll inadvertently reveal that they've been looking at my partner with nefarious intentions?" jungkook huffs, plopping back next to you. he curls his arms around your elbow, leaning against your shoulder. "he's mine. i found him first."

jimin snorts. "he's not a pokemon, jungkook. you don't get to play finders-keepers with him."

"sure i can. look." he lifts his head, staring you right in the eye. "if anyone – anyone, including and especially the people present right now – ever tries to take you away from me, you tell me, okay? i'll deal with them."

limping back to the circle, taehyung flops down with a groan. hoseok pats his back symathetically. "all i did was compliment his boyfriend and he was about to drop my body in a lake. you better be loyal, yn-hyung, or i guarantee you'll face a fate worse than grass stains."

"if i ever fail, you better drop my body in a lake," you tell jungkook with a soft smile, "because that was an impostor."

he hums, leaning in and tilting his head to kiss you sweetly. you ignore the many gags and groans around you. "deal."

[thesoftboiledegg]

On Saturday, I visited the bigger mall for the first time in a minute. Barnes and Noble had season seven on DVD ready to go. Physical media is slowly dying, but I guess huge franchises still get releases.

Rick and Morty merchandise tends to congregate around the trinkets and accessories. I wandered to the game section and found...playing cards! I'm still waiting for Adult Swim to sign off on licensed tarot cards. Other franchises have, including Marvel.

The toy store had a different game: Monopoly! Explore the world of seasons one and two.

The first couple of seasons are basically their own isolated little world that produced 90% of the general public's perception of the show (aside from Pickle Rick.) It's 2024, but everyone still thinks the entire series is about gloopies and shleemies and Rick turning himself into a pickle, then saying "wubba lubba dub dub" and doing a little dance afterward.

For the record, that's not a bad thing--it's the same for most entertainers and franchises. Their peak/early years create their enduring public images.

Speaking of seasons two and three, the same store had these pins:

Rick and Morty falling out of an overturned ship...that's a new one.

Onto a clothing store, which had a new set of boxer shorts. Why do undergarments always get the best designs? Nobody sees them but you!

Spencer's had the Rick and Morty cubes neatly lined up on a shelf. They're not sure how to feel about it.

I don't drink alcohol (I'm not against it, I just hate the taste), but I love this Pickle Rick shot glass. He emerges from the jar to tell you what's what! 🖕

New blankets! I enjoy seeing their awkward hug everywhere.

Today, I visited the smaller mall. One of the "nerdy" stores had a few Funko Pops scattered around. A Funko knock-off in a sea of collectibles, Dorbz Beth smiles from the top of the heap.

They also had TWO Mad Max Summers. Her "normal" counterpart stood nearby, but she was engrossed in her phone.

Another season seven DVD, this time with anti-theft packaging.

Spencer's had new ear gauges. Zap!

I usually stop by the other "nerdy" store before I leave. Today, they had exciting merchandise that I'd never seen before: a giant diorama.

I love finding unique merchandise beyond the usual Funko Pops and boxer shorts. It's like spotting a rare Pokemon. I don't physically collect merchandise because I don't want to spend the money--instead, I collect it mentally, which is just as good!

[sunstone-smiles]

1st I absolutely love you! You're one of my favorite writers here on Tumblr

2nd can I request Miya and Mia's TickleTober2023 day 7 (playtime) with Lee!Hop, Switch!Leon, and Ler!Raihan? I love those three soooo much and their dynamic is beautiful

-🌈

The Tickle Tax

Author’s note: Aww!!! That’s super sweet to hear, Rainbow anon! Thank you for the compliment! 💗 I hope you enjoy Day 7 of Tickletober: Playtime! (From Miya and Mia’s Tickletober list!)

Series: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Characters: Hop, Leon, and Raihan

Word count: 987

Summary: Hop, Leon, and Raihan are all playing a board game until a new game ensues after an unwritten rule is created. 

—

Sitting on Hop’s bedroom floor, Leon rubs his hands together as two square dice twist in between his palms.

“Come on…” Leon shakes his cupped hands. The dice click as they jumble together. “Give me a lucky seven!”

Leon tosses the dice underhand and they roll onto the game board. One die shows a six and the other…a two. “Oof, eight spaces.” 

Despite not getting the roll he wanted, Leon moves his miniature charizard game piece eight spaces from where it was standing. Eight spaces later, the charizard is placed on a spot with a blue building. “Landed on the pokemart space,” Leon announces.

“Yes!” Hop cheers and tosses his hands in the air, “That’s my property space.” Hop holds out his palm and curls his fingers towards him like a lever, “Pay up, Lee.”

“What?” the other brother chuckles and leans his elbows on his criss-crossed legs. “I’ve landed on your property spaces five times in a row now. Are you sure you’re not rigging the game?” Leon gives Hop a poke.

Hop giggles and shoos him away. “Hehe! I’m not! I swear!”

“I don’t know, Hop,” Raihan interjects with a smile, “Five times in a row is a bit much to consider coincidence, no?”

“Yeah, what kind of game are you trying to pull here?” Leon teases.

“None!” Hop insists and holds his hands up to prove his point, “I’m playing fair and square! Honest!”

“Alright then,” Leon sits up straight, “I’ll pay the tax.” He peers at Hop from the corner of his eye with a sneaky peak. “But I’ll pay a different tax with a different currency.”

“A different tax?” Hop tilts his head to the side. He wasn’t aware this board game has multiple currencies or taxes to choose from.

“Yep,” Leon pauses to turn his way so his sneaky gaze is in full view. “A tickle tax!” Leon says and darts his hands towards Hop to tickle his little brother. The young trainer erupts into giggles and snatches at the champion’s wrists. 

“Hehehey! Leehehehehehe!” Hop squeaks with bubbly laughter. He leans back and topples to the carpet, flailing his limbs while he wriggles in an attempt to escape the silly roughhousing of his brother's plan that has interrupted the playtime of their board game.

“Hold still, Hop! I’ve got to pay the tickle tax in full! Don’t want to be in debt.” Leon looks over his shoulder to his friend, “Raihan, a hand here?”

“You’ve got it,” Raihan gives a toothy smile and rushes behind Hop. The dragon type gym leader easily grabs the boy from under his flailing arms to tickle him there, while Leon has free range his torso. Hop squeezes his arms to his sides and squeals with laughter.

“Wahahait! Wahahait! Wahahait!” Hop puts his palms in front of him to signal for a chance to speak. Leon and Raihan stop wiggling their fingers, yet still keep them in place to hover over Hop.

“Yes, Hop?” Leon asks with a smile.

Hop takes a moment to control his giggles so he can talk clearly. “Wouldn’t the tickle tax have to be paid by the one that landed on the spot?” Hop looks up at his brother.

Leon’s eyes expand in surprise. Raihan glances at Leon. Leon glances at Raihan and then back to Hop. 

“W-Well, that's,” Leon stutters. His words become ones of panic. “That’s a very good point that I did not think about—” he leans back a little as Raihan stares him down with a smirk.

“Looks like you’re still in debt, Leon,” the dragon type trainer grins. He gently releases Hop and slowly starts approaching Leon, making the champion scoot back.

“N-No! Raihan!” Leon giggles and puts out a defensive hand, but his efforts are in vain as Raihan dives at Leon, tackling him to the floor, and starts clawing into the champion’s ribs. Instantaneously, Leon yelps and breaks into laughter as he gets a taste of his own medicine. He shoves and tries to wrestle Raihan’s hands away in a desperate attempt to flee, but Raihan clearly has the leverage against the champion.

“Raihahahahahan!” Leon throws his head back with laughter, his purple hair becoming flattened underneath him like a backdrop. “Thihihis isn’t fahahair!” 

“Hey, don’t get mad with me,” Raihan says, “I’m just the banker trying to collect debt. Right, Hop?” He looks towards the younger trainer.

Hop sits back on his arms as he watches the delivery of his brother’s payback. He has a bright smile and nods, “Right, Raihan!”

“Unless, of course, you want to pay the original fine in its intended way?” the dragon trainer mentions to the giggling champion. He adds on to the ‘persuasion’ by scratching a clawed hand at Leon’s tummy, causing his friend to kick out his legs with a jolt.

“Okahahahay!” Leon playfully yells through his laughter. “Fihihihine! I’ll pahahahay it! Nohohow get off mehehehe!” the champion surrenders.

As requested, Raihan halts his debt collecting strategy, then moves back to his original spot around the gameboard. Leon sits himself up, his body nearly limp with exhaustion. Once he takes a moment to regain his bearings, Leon checks his pile of multicolored board game money and hands Hop a beige pokedollar bill with a value of one hundred.

Hop happily takes the false money, “Thank you. A pleasure doing business with you.” He places the bill in his own stack.

Leon chuckles. “Alright, who’s turn is it now?”

“Mine,” Raihan says. He looks up as his two competitors. “And don’t you even think about using the tickle tax on me. I’ll just get you back,” Raihan ends his sentence with a fanged grin to show that there's truth to his statement.

Leon and Hop laugh in understanding. They then return to where they left off in their board game, giggling and making lighthearted banter with each other as they play on the floor of Hop’s bedroom.

[faeriefrolic]

If you get this answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. Anon or not, doesn't matter, let's get to know the person behind the blog (but no pressure 💗)

ty mr. ron autumnsalad bastardtrait 💌 1. i love watching cooking shows... i'm watching guys grocery games in my discord server rn with @ticklemerainbows and @shuckleberrysims. there is SO much sims energy in this show. the competitors look like they stepped out of sunset valley with bios and everything. 2. i love reading about lore... sims lore, skyrim lore, fae lore.... and oc lore. infodump your oc lore to me. i will love it and your blorbos too sm i will drink it UP 3. my favorite pokemon is raichu always and forever.... but i also have a soft spot for jigglypuff

[det2x-fanfic-dump]

What pokémon would Rook have on a team? I can see Decidueye but beyond that I'm drawing blanks

ROOK HUNT'S POKEMON TEAM:

Hi!

Hmmm in a group of six Pokémon including Decidueye, this is what I think his poké team would be:

Be warned tho...descriptions might be long and choosing the Pokémon is mostly based on appearance and typings.

(Note: My stock pokemon knowledge that I'm confident in is up to gen six, Kalos and I know a few Pokémon in gen seven to nine if I researched enough lol but imma give descriptions so you can change and think of an alternative if you don't want the recommendations)

1. Decidueye :

Yes! Hunter archer Pokémon yes! Self explanatory I think.

2. Mightyena :

It's either Mightyena, Luxray or any type of dog Pokémon that's similar to what a hunting dog looks like. Since Rook is a hunter, this Pokémon might help him in finding their prey /targets. In my opinion, I think the dog Pokémon could also have enough charm to join the Pokémon contests since he's in Pomefiore. (Pomefiore students might do Pokémon contests since it's the battle of beauty.) Inspiration: if you know the Pokémon adventures manga, Ruby's Mightyena is what I think of. It both has the cool charm and fierce in battles.

3. Gardevoir or Gallade:

Ralts' evolution line is a symbol of beauty, elegance and loyalty. Rook is passionate for beauty so I can see him having either a Ralts, Kirlia or any of the two final evolutions. For me, It just fits, you know... Rook has keen observation, appreciates beauty...This evolution like are psychic pokemon or just have any cute psychic pokemon. Maybe Espurr or Espeon? Sirfetch'd can also be an alternative for Gallade because knights.

4. Jynx

Speaking of psychic beauty, Jynx is another one. Rook appreciates beauty in any form so in my head, I don't know if you considered Jynx to be ugly (because internet says so...idk), but I can totally see Rook taking in a Smoochum or Jynx when others criticize their appearance. It's also Psychic so it works and Ice moves if imagined in real life is beautiful. I don't know what's a good alternative for Jynx but I guess look for ugly-looking Pokémon and Rook will definitely take them in.

Inspiration: If you know the story of Ruby and his Feebas in the Pokémon Adventures manga. That is also what I think I imagine minus Ruby's mindset.

5. Corviknight or Honchkrow

According to Rook's wiki, Rook may symbolizes the queen's crow so any Crow Pokémon is what I think. It's either of these two with reasons that: Corviknight looks so cool, It's a steel type so Rook is basically riding armor which is good if he would go shooting from the skies. Honchrow's evolution is also good because the bird looks like he's wearing an stylish fedora which matches Rook's also stylish hat.

6. Sudowoodo

There is no Alternative Pokémon for this. You might think this is a meme choice of a Pokémon but I think this is genius! However...imagine: Rook is a hunter...Rook has the habit/hobby of stalking--OBSERVING people from the distance. Imagine, Rook having HIS OWN TREE to hide amongst the forest, There's a sole TREE in the rocky mountains, A TREE in unusual spots but at the same time, that tree is not suspicious because TREES are naturally available outside. If you ever think Golems can be a good disguise in rocky walls, remember TREES are Everywhere, ANYWHERE as long as there's soil and earth. Inspiration: I think I read having Sudowoodo hiding as a tree once in the Pokemon Adventures manga...

Conclusion:

Rook really reminds me of Ruby in the manga so yeah!

I can see Rook with his Pokémon participating in Pokémon Contests, enhancing his Pokémon's beauty. Using Psychic Pokémon for mind reading and teleportation, share his sense of styles and can help him in observing others in the distance.

I hope this helps you! ╰(*°▽°*)╯

[spacefinch]

Pokemon Headcanons: Kris

Full name: Kristine Mariner

Age (at time of becoming a Pokemon Trainer): 11 years

She is originally from a small coastal town, where her father Silas worked as a sea captain. However, when Kris was seven, Silas's ship went down near the Whirl Islands.

A few weeks after Silas died at sea, the two living members of the Mariner family-- Kris and her mother-- moved to New Bark Town.

Kris spent a lot of time visiting Professor Elm's lab and reading up on Pokemon behavior, and took a particular interest in water-type Pokemon. However, the trauma of losing her father left her afraid to set foot or boat near the ocean.

Over the next few years, Kris befriends two other children in New Bark: Ethan Hibiki and Lyra Koto.

At age 11, Kris chooses a female Totodile as her first partner Pokemon, and names her Eudora (after her great-grandmother). She starts her Pokemon Journey about a year before Ethan and Lyra start theirs.

...

Kris never completed the Johto Gym Challenge (she got as far as Ecruteak, but that was where she stopped).

While in Ecruteak City, Kris learns about the story of the Burned Tower and the Legendary Beasts. It's here where she meets and eventually befriends Eusine.* Cue found family adventuring shenanigans.

*In my HC's his full name is Eusine Aquilon. ("Aquilon" is derived from the Roman name for Boreas, the god of the north wind.)

Notes:

Kris is fully aware of how ironic it is that her last name is "Mariner" and that she's afraid to go into the ocean. (The fact that she's descended from a long line of sea captains adds to the irony.)

However, she's still a very good swimmer (the best out of the New Bark kids, as a matter of fact).

Loves going on adventures, and doesn't like to be cooped up in one spot for very long. This may be why she and Eusine get along so well.

Lyra has a crush on her, although Kris is a bit oblivious. (The truth is, she has a crush on Lyra too, but she's too busy researching Pokemon to worry about her love life.)

Has a bit of a grudge against Lugia, the so-called "Guardian of the Sea." (If that Pokemon really is a sea deity, why couldn't it have protected her father?)

Kris's team:

All of her Pokemon on her main team get their names from Greek mythology, and all except Glaucus the Noctowl are female.

Sees Eusine as a combination father figure/elder brother figure.

Kris received her Mantine (the final member of her team) as a gift from him.)

Grew up hearing stories about Legendary Pokemon of Johto, and believed them to be like gods-- with control over the sea, the seasons, the weather, and every part of the natural world. It was a huge shock for her to realize that those Pokemon weren't as all-powerful as she thought.

I like to think that she does eventually encounter Lugia and make peace with it some years later, after realizing her father's death wasn't Lugia's fault.

Knows (almost) everything there is to know about Pokemon, and will infodump your ears off if you let her.

Other than swimming, her favorite sports are cycling, jogging, and baseball.

[pinkhairswagtourney]

hiii everyone ! i've managed to narrow down the potential nominees for the pink hair cringefail tourney-- i just need a bit more finetuning . below the cut is a list of characters that will / could participate in the upcoming tourney , but i need help deciding who will be included !!! please let me know what you think <3

GUARANTEED SPOT Crona - Soul Eater Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock! Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa Vinegar Doppio - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Renzo Shima - Blue Exorcist Lars Barriga - Steven Universe Tom Lucitor - Star VS the Forces of Evil Koby - One Piece Giovanni Potage - Epithet Erased Pearl - Steven Universe Natsu Dragneel - Fairy Tail “Big” Jack Horner - Puss in Boots Sakura Katana Chan - Sugoi Quest for Kokoro

HIGHLY CONSIDERING Narciso Anasui - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Sweetheart - OMORI Alice Asmodeus - Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun! Giffany - Gravity Falls Kaz Kaan - Neo Yokio April May - Ace Attorney Max Galactica - Ace Attorney Gowther - Seven Deadly Sins Amy Rose - Sonic the Hedgehog Miranda Vanderbilt - Monster Prom Miriam - Pokemon Iono - Pokemon

NEEDS CONSIDERATION Fluttershy - My Little Pony Lisbeth - Sword Art Online Sakura Haruno - Naruto Sousuke Mitsuba - Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun Yuno Gasai - Future Diary Power - Chainsaw Man Riamu Yumemi - The iDOLM@STER Cinderella Girls Ibara Saegusa - Ensemble Stars! Shu Itsuki - Ensemble Stars! Yui - Angel Beats Mizuki Akiyami - Project Sekai Emu Otori - Project Sekai Rina Tennoji - Love Live! Kaoru Sakurayashiki - Sk8 the Infinity Louise Francoise Le Blanc de La Valliere - The Familiar of Zero Yuki Takeya - School-Live!

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

A Father's Resolve - Ch 10

Ingo returns after a decade - with two extra cars in tow. Years later, his kids are swallowed up by time in the same way he was. Will he be able to find them? Will they be able to make it out alive?

Word Count ~3400

hope yall missed me cuz im back on my bullshit. i already have 14 more chapters written of this garbage and youre gonna like it cuz im not even halfway done with the fic as a whole yet

“Hmmm…” Rei sat with his sister in Laventon’s office as he hummed to himself. They had told him about Kleavor, and he had been deep in thought ever since. They had taken out their pokedexes to work on them, Rei drawing in the margins of his dex and Akari filling out the words of hers, as she insisted that he was the better artist of the two. He was currently doodling the little Budew that sat on the table in front of him, drawing a diagram of how its top buds opened and closed on command. The lone Rowlet also observed them closely, occasionally turning its small head one way or another as they sat in silence. It had even begun to drift off, a small bubble forming in its nostril as it breathed, its wings tucked into itself. 

“EUREKA!” Rei and Akari jumped in their chairs so hard, they smacked their knees together painfully. Budew screamed, letting off a Razor Leaf on accident, giving Rei some painful cuts. Rowlet let out terrified “HOO?” as it fell backwards on the branch and flailed, its feet snagged on the wood but unable to right itself. Akari hopped up and grabbed the poor thing, helping it down and placing it back into the tree. Its feathers were a bit unruly now as it blinked and glanced around wildly.

“We’ll simply have to throw the food!” Laventon shouted. Rowlet shot him a dirty glance at the ludicrousy of that statement. Rei rubbed his arm where small bubbles of blood were welling up from the sharp leaves. Budew sat down, tears in its eyes, as it looked at him apologetically. He rubbed its little buds. It was an accident. “You’ve quite the arm for throwing things, haven’t you both? Might I suggest taking Kleavor’s favorite foods and throwing them at him?”

“How would that help?” Akari asked from her spot by Rowlet. In an attempt to placate the upset bird, she had snagged a couple berries from its food dish and offered one to it. It had accepted the bribe. For now.

“By taking the foods Kleavor loves and wrapping them up into little balls, we can achieve the same calming affect - but from afar! A genius idea, if I do say so myself. We could call them Teatime Balls!”

“Why not Laventon Balls? You came up with the idea.” Rowlet had settled on Akari’s arm now and she brought it over to the table. It continued to munch on a Persim as she stroked its feathers. 

“I worry that’d make it sound like I was the projectile being thrown…” Laventon trailed off. “In any case, we can trust that the Pearl Clan will gather the necessary foodstuffs, yes?” The twins both nodded. “Then you should head back to the Grandtree Arena to let them know our plan! It would be best to set off from the Heights Camp- oh, Rei, my dear boy, wherever did those scratches come from?” 

—

The twins crested the ridge that separated the Heights Camp from the rest of the Fieldlands. Rei was surprised to find some people waiting there for them. 

“Wyeeeer!” 

“Rei! Akari!” Adaman smirked at them from his position beside the Noble. Mai stood just a couple paces away from him. The twins scampered over to see what he needed. “I’ve been telling Wyrdeer all about what you two have been doing for Kleavor, like how you’ve been traveling all across the fieldlands to help him. All for someone not even from the Pearl Clan or our clan.” He grinned at the majestic white deer pokemon. “And you can see how he responded!”

“I trust you appreciate it,” Mai added. 

“He’s found you worthy, you see. You’ll need a flute like we have. Mai, mind demonstrating?” 

Mai nodded. She brought a silver instrument to her lips and played a series of seven notes. The musical tones reverberated around the clearing, loud and crisp. Wyrdeer huffed loudly in response to the notes she played, tossing his massive head.

“That’s a Celestica Flute,” Adaman explained, “an instrument that can be used to call upon pokemon like the mighty Wyrdeer. It is said that the flutes are gifts from almighty Sinnoh itself… and now, we’d like you both to have these. Do not lose them,” he added with a sly grin. At their bewildered looks, he shrugged. “It’s not that grand a gesture, really. I can’t play the flute for the life of me.Try to replicate that melody.” 

Akari met eyes with Rei. He played the tune first, the lilting timbre of the flute eerie and somehow, it seemed that the notes could be heard all around Hisui. Akari played them next, each sounding exactly the same as the one Mai played. Wyrdeer huffed and strode forward. They both lowered their flutes in confusion as he bowed his head and shook his horns, allowing something to fall from his mighty beard. A small brick-like object fell directly into Rei’s hand. It was a deep fuschia. He had no idea what it was. 

“I- uh… Thank you, Lord Wyrdeer.” It was probably best to be polite. 

“Use that flute wisely and gallop across the land with the great Wyrdeer!” Adaman announced proudly. Wyrdeer tossed his head and huffed again. 

“We can ride him?” Akari asked incredulously. 

“He deemed you worthy of it,” Mai clarified. “He will allow you to ride his back.” 

Akari grinned at her brother. “I call the front.” 

—----

Wyrdeer thundered down the path, its hooves tossing aside leaves and smashing through twigs and tearing up clumps of mud and grass as it wove its way up the hillside to the arena. It was all poor Rei could do to hold on and try his absolute best not to be thrown off the back of the massive beast. He bounced up and down uselessly, holding on to the saddle for dear life. The trees passed by in a blur, along with smaller pokemon on the ground. The Lord was careful never to run any of them over, resorting to leaping over any pokemon in his path. 

Just as suddenly as they started, Wyrdeer skidded to a halt. Rei had to wait for the world to stop spinning before sliding off the pokemon’s back, his legs wobbling. He waddled his way over to Lian as Wyrdeer’s footsteps pounded away behind them. “...throwing them at him,” Akari was saying. 

“You want us to ball up his favorite foods so we can THROW them at him? That’s quite an unorthodox approach…” Lian scratched his chin. “Though I must admit, you Galaxy folk are quite inventive. Let us not waste any time! Let us begin!”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Lian! We still need to prepare!” Irida came up the path to join them all at the offering table. “I have his favorite Plump Beans, but I still worry about having someone outside the clan do this. They do not follow our customs and values…” She knitted her brows, taking on a fighting stance. “I must ensure you are worthy of the Lord. Battle me! One of you! Battle me and let me test your worthiness! You may order about the pokemon in those silly balls, but I have with me a pokemon as close as a sister!” At her shout, a Glaceon tumbled down the path where she had been and let out a battle cry. 

Rei could feel his blood beginning to stir. Honestly, the more Irida complained about pokeballs and assumed that the relationship with his pokemon was strictly a boss-and-slave type of work, he grew more and more frustrated with her. He stepped forward. He tossed a ball in the air. If he had to show her that pokeballs weren’t shackles for his beloved partners, then he would show her the old-fashioned way. 

“Campfire.” His voice was calm. Too calm. “Quick Attack, Agile Style. Then Ember.” The little Cyndaquil hadn’t even hit the ground before it shot off like a rocket, careening into the side of the icy opponent. Glaceon tried to fire off a Swift, the stars readying themselves by its side, but they never even had the chance to be released. Campfire spit out a red-hot coal that buried itself into the ice-type’s fur, hitting it so hard, it careened into a bush and quivered as it fainted. A critical hit. Campfire huffed as it turned back to Rei. 

Rei blinked. He needed to calm himself. It really wasn’t that serious. He took a breath and knelt down to pet the excited little pokemon. “Good job, buddy! You did so well-” He stopped as a glow enveloped the tiny blue ‘mon. He gasped, backing up to allow it space. An ethereal, primal power emanated from Campfire’s body, swirling in a blinding flurry of activity until it just as suddenly exploded out, rushing past all the humans. And there stood Campfire, a freshly-made Quilava. “C-Campfire! You evolved!” Campfire took inventory of itself, looking at its much more elongated body. Its eyes were much wider than they had been prior to evolution, the irises a vibrant red. Fire now came from a mohawk on its head, as well as in a ring around its behind. It blinked a few times. 

“Qui…?” 

“Campfire evolved?!” Akari rushed forward, standing with her hands on her knees as she watched the fire starter. It ran towards its trainer as Rei squealed and hugged it close. “Now you and Riptide match! Look at you both!” Akari released her own starter, the blue fur of the water pokemon almost matching the fire-type. They investigated each other. Quilava sniffed at Dewott. Dewott showed it its two shells on its hips. Quilava burst into flame and tried to stand on its hind legs. 

Rei patted his starter’s head again as he stood, recalling the pokemon. They would have a proper celebration later. Akari recalled hers as well, clipping the ball safely to her belt. 

“I see now…” Irida murmured. “The balls are simply tools of choice, not products of disregard for your pokemon…” She looked up at the two. “You still treat the pokemon you catch as partners. I feel better putting some trust in you now. Allow me to heal our pokemon’s wounds. As I do, tell me the Galaxy Team’s plan.” 

Akari explained what Laventon had devised as Irida healed up Rei’s pokemon with poultices and berry mashes. She nodded along to the explanation. “So you have developed balms to throw at Kleavor to calm him, I see…” She stood up after everyone was revived, including her Glaceon, which now was curiously sniffing at Campfire. Her eyes were lit with a rejuvenated fire. “Very well. If it is to help Kleavor, we will make these balms with our very hearts and souls!” 

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Emmet put away the last of the groceries and sighed to himself. He grabbed all the cloth bags used for grocery runs and placed them on their hook by the door so as not to be forgotten. Ever since he'd come home, he'd heard not a peep from his brother. He was half-convinced Ingo wasn't even aware he'd come home. 

To say he was worried was an understatement. 

Emmet peeked into the bedroom. There sat Ingo, books piled up around him as he combed them meticulously. A page flipped.  Ingo’s thinning hairline seemed to be thinning faster than Emmet's in the last month from the amount of times Ingo ran his hand through his hair, as though the goal was to rip it right off. Emmet could hear a foot tapping away. 

He hesitated before leaving. He should pull Ingo away from his studies, but to be honest… He wanted a minute to himself. Granted, he got many of those lately, but just a minute he needed to not argue with the brick wall that was sitting in his desk. 

He flopped onto the couch with a deep sigh. His arms rested at his sides as be stared at the ceiling. His mind could not seem to slow down. More often than not, he was throwing out food as of late, because he could not eat the food for two he bought. Someone needed to be working to pay their bills and quite honestly, it was exhausting for him to bring Ingo to work because he practically had to babysit him. Ingo would space out on the tracks and was not able to battle properly. 

Emmet ran a hand over his face. He knew, he knew, it was not fair for him to be so harsh on his brother. He'd been in that place before. Even thinking about it sent a wave of guilt over him, for the millionth time. But it was so damn exhausting. Having to be the sane one was usually not his forte. 

“Drill?” Emmet peeked through his fingers. Ingo's Excadrill stood in the doorway. It's drill hands were threaded into each other as it glanced up at him awkwardly. 

“I'm alright, Excadrill.” Emmet sat up straighter. “What do you need?” The pokemon gestured to him and pointed down the hall. Emmet stood and followed the ground pokemon as it led him away from the couch. 

He was dimly surprised to come to a stop in front of the spare bedroom. “In here?” 

“Excaaaa.” The mole nodded at him and stood back to let him into the room. What could be in here? Ingo was in the room back where they had come. Emmet opened the door and flicked on the light. 

On the bed, in a makeshift nest of blankets, laid his beloved Butternut. All her legs were curled underneath her, her pedipalps tucked against her chin as she investigated the scene before her. Emmet smelled a thick scent of wet electricity. He sprinted to the bed, skidding down on his knees. His eyes were wide with excitement as he took in the objects of interest. 

Thirteen yellow orbs with blue speckling sat in a blanket. If one looked hard, some of them were beginning to shake imperceptibly. Emmet listened hard for the tell-tale scritch scritch scritch from the inside of the shell. Yes! They were there! 

The pair waited alone with bated breath, watching the eggs like Staraptor. One of them began wiggling more than the others, knocking aside other eggs as it rolled out of the blanket. It nearly fell to the floor, making Galvantula give a strained “VAN-”, but Emmet caught it with ease. 

He went to place it back as the shell cracked in his hand. A small blue foot stuck out of the shell. More scratching emerged from the egg as the occupant struggled around inside. Another leg erupted from a different spot. 

Finally, the legs retracted and a small head burst from the shell, shattering it to pieces. A soggy little spider was left in his palm, wobbling as it took in its surroundings. Galvantula clicked her mandibles, prompting Emmet to move the infant closer to her. She rubbed over it with her pedipalps, working on drying off the little creature. Emmet plucked a towel from the floor and rubbed it off the rest of the way, making its fur downy soft. Then he placed the baby onto its mother's back, where it burrowed its way down and settled in, blinking around with large blue eyes. 

They continued on with eleven other eggs. One would begin to hatch, it would fully emerge, Galvantula and/or Emmet would dry it off, and the little Joltik would be brought to sit upon her abdomen. 

Finally they were left with one egg left. Scratching noises were still coming from it, though Emmet had noted them growing weaker and weaker over time. He worried for the Joltik within. They waited for the last egg to hatch for several minutes. Emmet bit his lip. 

The scratching stopped. 

Emmet plucked the egg out immediately, standing and rubbing his socks against the carpet. Galvantula squealed in surprise and concern at him. He worked up some static for a moment and then laid the egg directly against the carpet, eliciting a loud shock. And then they waited again. 

A crack appeared in the shell. Emmet scurried back to the bed and propped up the egg again, murmuring, “Come on, little one. You can do it.” A little leg appeared, quickly followed by a second, a third, a fourth. They flailed around wildly, trying to get some purchase on something. Emmet set the egg down as the baby scuttled blindly into his chest, the shell shattering as it splatted to the blanket. It blinked up at him. He gasped. 

Its eyes were a bright purple instead of blue. Its fur, upon closer inspection, was a greener shade of yellow than the others. Emmet grinned and shouted in excitement, scooping the baby into his hands. A shiny! He'd never actually seen one before! 

Galvantula waved her frontmost limbs at him. He wiped the baby dry and went to set it on her back with its siblings as the door creaked open. 

“Emmet? What was that?” Ingo was peeking into the room, trying to find the source of the shout. 

Emmet gently took the baby, getting permission from Galvantula. He strode to his brother, the newly hatched infant in his palms. “After almost two full decades of breeding Joltik, we have had a truly special one hatch. Behold, a shiny!” He held the little one up to his brother’s face for him to see. The small spider could still hardly stand, it was so fresh. It blinked up at Ingo with large eyes. 

Ingo cocked his head as he examined it. “Ah! That is rather exciting.” Emmet could swear that a ghost of a smile danced on Ingo's features. 

“Indeed!” Emmet quickly returned the infant to its mother before shooing his brother and his lamp from the room - Chandelure had come in to see what was going on. She bobbed at Galvantula from a distance, likely offering congrats, but left quickly. Emmet shut off the light as he left her with her newest brood. Every pokemon in the house knew that a new clutch meant that Butternut would prefer to be alone for at least a week or so to bond with the babies and keep them safe. Only Emmet was allowed into the room to care for her and the babies. 

“I did not know that she had laid eggs,” Ingo confessed. His voice cracked from disuse. Emmet did not mention it. 

“She laid nearly six weeks ago. They were due to hatch any day now,” Emmet grinned. “I was beginning to get worried they might not come. Usually they hatch closer to five weeks.” 

Ingo hummed, but said nothing else. He followed Emmet around the house for a bit, deciding to dwell in the kitchen and grab a snack. “I didn’t see the food…”

“I just got home from the store an hour ago. I do not believe I forgot anything.” Emmet noticed Ingo staring longer than usual into the fridge. “Is something missing?” 

“What?” Ingo blinked and shook himself out of whatever he was thinking about. “Oh no, nothing like that. I… how long have I been in there?” 

“At seven hours, give or take,” Emmet admitted. “I tried to bring you out for a break, but I do not think you heard me.” 

Ingo said nothing as he closed the fridge. He instead watched what Emmet was doing - putting away dishes from his solitary breakfast that morning. He busied himself with wiping down counters and the stove, starting the dishwasher, tidying the silverware drawer… but Ingo was still staring. “What’s wrong?” Emmet asked finally. 

“Do you need help?” Ingo returned after a minute. 

“If you want to.” Emmet shrugged. “You could help in the living room. We haven’t dusted in ages.” 

Ingo nodded and grabbed the cleaning spray and a rag from under the sink and shuffled into the living room. Emmet had no idea what he was on about but if he was offering, Emmet would by no means turn him down. 

Emmet began the laundry, swept the kitchen, and even pulled out the vacuum before checking on his twin. The entire room was spotless, top to almost-bottom, as Ingo was finishing up the last shelf. His brother wordlessly grabbed the vacuum from Emmet and began to run it under the couch. Emmet stood and openly stared at Ingo as he did so, gears slowly turning in his head, but approaching no conclusion. 

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Hi there! It's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat I have several Pokemon IRL blogs in the rotumblr sphere and I wanted to make a sort of hub for them! Not just for organization and a spot to hold onto ask games I enjoy- but for meme and AU purposes as well!

I'll post ooc updates as well as jokes I have while writing here from time to time as well :3

I am also happy to do blog promos, I'm bad at looking for new blogs but send me an ask with the blog name or whatever and I'll reblog your pinned

Feel free to ask any and all questions pertaining to the blogs that are listed below!

Pokemon Irl blogs are listed under the cut, all are currently inactive

Active blogs are one I'm posting on actively, Light Activity Blogs are ones I'll reblog to occasionally and Inactive Blogs are blogs I have no intention of returning to in the near future.

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Active Blogs:

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Light activity Blogs:

@celadon-arcade-champ <- new blog. Character works at the Celadon game Corner, completely unaware that it's a front for Team Rocket :]

@disparate-traveller <- A faller blog about my character Diamond who yeeted themselves into Rotomblr to hang out with their bestie

@dersite-agent-jack <- I love Jack(Bec) Noir. So have a homestuck faller blog :]

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Inactive Blogs:

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If I'm answering a question about a specific blog I'll put it in the tags as "blog talk: [Blog name]"

I'm open to questions directed at characters, directed at myself, au talking- Just about anything honestly! This is just a fun sort-of hub for my pokemon blogs.

uhhh love y'all bye for now! <3

@rotumbeast <- The spirit of Rotomblr. Might be responsible for chaos

@piplup-at-naranja <- An in character liveblog of my playthrough of Pokemon Scarlet :]

@magical-girl-evoli <- An eevee magical girl! Because I'm not immune to brain rot

@hello-am-zacian <- A real life dog got Fallered and transformed into legendary pokemon Zacian. She's having a great time

@synthetic-radiance <- Cursed Chosen named Orion, Type:Null hybrid.

@psychic-type-appreciator <- Seraphina's sister Agni. She's less of a wet cat

@ghost-type-appreciator <- A Ceruledge hybrid blog :] her name is Seraphina! She's a wet cat

@clockwork-soul-heart <- Princess Steele! She's been trapped in a clockwork kingdom by a haunted doll for the last seven years of her life.

@drifting-rocket <- Kidnapped Aegis a couple times. His name is Drifter, he's a Team Rocket Executive. He's got so many issues.

@oreburghminingmuseum <- A blog about Aegis's caretakers and the museum they work for! Mostly an excuse for a place where I can post non-shieldon fossil pokemon art-

@fields-of-gracidea <- Vio! Branded chosen of Shaymin, Sawsbuck Hybrid, tasked with taking care of the younger brandeds

@sturdy-and-soundproof <- What you probably know me from! Aegis! Shieldon boy! I'm not sure how best to explain him besides he's cute. Has a whole slew of blogs related to him which are up next :)

@mareeplings <- My first pkmn Irl blog :D I dream of returning to it someday but I can't find the inspiration.

@snarling-maschiff <- a blog with a normal person running it as opposed to all my other blogs (whoops) They like dog pokemon!

@wayward-silver <- One of 13* Silver blogs, he's a mew taking the form of his past life. Was stuck underground as a ditto for like 20 years though.

@devilisinthedeinos <- A "Sleeby" named Eris who turned into a deino after getting top surgery. There's something else behind the scenes there...

@distortion-escapee <- A blog for my personal take on giratina, related to Dakota's blog.

@dakota-and-paris <- About a girl who has had way too much on her plate for thirteen years and will continue to have too much on her plate until I say so.

*there's so many silver blogs on this website i'm not gonna keep this number updated but that's how many there was when I made the blog