#why does Pokemon make me cry

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part one

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex, Satoru jerking off, whimpering (bc ofc) he becomes a little Yan tbh, Satoru half ass pleasing a client but he can't get you off his mind hehe, pretty woman vibes 🤭

Finished <3

Part two>>>

Escort! Satoru who doesn't just sleep with any client, no he's picky certainly, he gets to be at this caliber, of the most notorious escort there is. Some women he'll help get off with his fingers, some he'll only let suck his cock deep in their throat, some very lucky ones he'll actually fuck, bent over crying out his name. No matter what however, they were always pleased, he has the best rating there even is on his site.

Escort! Satoru only takes jobs and clients that he feels like, he's the most popular person on this app, highly requested, he can browse who he's meeting before hand. And if he absolutely can't stand them, perhaps that - gasp - hate Digimon!? - he keeps it to just the date, a polite fake smile on his perfect features, baby blues hidden behind his dark round shades.

Escort! Satoru gets a notification, lounging around in his penthouse, yes Gojo is rich from this career, but he enjoys the thrill of this even more, and he enjoys putting a smile on a pretty girls face, giving them pleasure when they may have never had any. His dick is just too pretty not to share with the world, truly. - That may seem conceited but it's really just factual! - He peers at the notification then, blinking quickly as the picture, so gorgeous he's damn near blushing just from seeing your face, your bare shoulders in a slinky dress, fuck since when does he get half hard looking at collarbones!?

Escort! Satoru is already throbbing and hard the longer he stares at your picture, your shy and sweet little message on there with it - 'I have never done anything like this... but with work, I have no time for anything, and... I really need a handsome date to this charity ball. Could you please come with, I will gladly pay you extra to spend some time before so we can have our story together' Satoru blinks a bit, full lips pursing, beginning to type back. 'You buying lunch?' He smirks as you laugh react to his comment. 'I'm buying lunch'

Escort! Satoru doesn't date in real life, he's merely arm candy for many women, but when he sits across from you at the outdoor diner, and you smile shyly, his heart fucking stops. He's been with so many beautiful people, but nothing has made him feel whatever this is. 'Hey there!' you introduce yourself, and he can't stop staring at your lips as they move, you have a pretty red color adorning them, he tries to focus but his brain is short circuiting. 'Satoru...' he says, taking your much smaller hand in his own, staring at you behind Gucci shades. He never lets dates call him that, he prefers Gojo of course, but when you repeat 'Satoru' in that sexy voice, he's ended.

Escort! Satoru forgets what time even is, while you pour over some details of your life with him, he's never been more interested actually in how you played the flute. Tell him it all. That you like Pokemon- Digimon is better but- close enough, tell him about your collection. He can't get enough, you all spend so much time talking the sun is starting to set. 'Oh no, we should go! I'm keeping you-' Satoru lowers those shades, his bright blue eyes drinking you in, making you falter as they trail across your body ever so slowly, making you heat up, remembering his profession. 'you're not keeping me, but one question, sweets' he leans forward, so close now, brushing back a lock of your hair. 'why would you go to an escort agency, is it just for the date? or more?'

Escort! Satoru loves watching the blush dance on your skin, the glittering of your eyes when he pulls back, thumb brushing your heated cheek just so, feeling it's warmth. 'It's just for the date, I read your reviews, they're insane...' he grins now, brushing back silvery locks. 'read which reviews?' you heat up further, fiddling with your fingers just a bit. 'If it went that way, it'd be the first time in years for me' Satoru blinks in shock. 'how?' You sigh, sipping the rest of your drink down through your straw. 'work plus being a homebody nerd, well... I never meet people or have time' ah, Satoru could make you cum so hard you wouldn't be able to form words, but he takes a sip of his own drink, saying casually- 'and you never... want to?'

Escort! Satoru thinks you're so cute when your teeth catch your lower lip, and your lashes flutter. 'of course but that's not why I hired you, I really do need a perfect date, though... your looks may have swayed me' he chuckles a bit now. 'So shallow!' you scoff, as the two of you get ready to leave. 'Do you have a suit or do you need me to buy one?' Gojo smirks at you. 'I have so many suits, and tuxedos, don't worry' 'ah you come prepared I see' he hums just a bit, walking you to your car, far too close when he leans over you just a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of you. 'I'm prepared for whatever you need, sweets, anything at all' at his connotation he watches you get more flustered, giggling a bit, feeling so stupid next to a guy like this, but he just finds you the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Escort! Satoru can't take how much you're sinking into his mind the passing days, the charity ball is in a week, but the two of you constantly text for 'practice' but he becomes more and more enamored, you're smart, sweet, and oh so fucking pretty. When you send him a selfie before he goes on a date with a client, he can hardly take it, you're in your business suit, nothing sexy- but it drives him to distraction, your pretty lips he can picture around him. Satoru can hardly focus when he's supposed to be pleasing this girl, his fingers usually so sure aren't hitting her spots, because now he can only think of you.

Escort! Satoru cannot have a bad review, oh no, he decides to excuse himself from the pretty girl on her bed, going to the bathroom to stare at this picture of you. beautiful, can I see more? when you read that you nervously shut the door to your sky rise office, unbuttoning just a bit of your blouse, tummy clenching when he hearts the message, you know you shouldn't get so excited, you're paying him after all. He's likely with a woman constantly, you see the sheer amount of reviews, but you can't help yourself, you find him entirely too charming, it's easy to forget this is just for business. For every salacious review, there were others- sweet, funny, made me feel pretty- and that's what really drew you in.

Escort! Satoru after he recieves that sexy little picture, instead of going into the room with the eager girl waiting, is instead stroking his long, pretty cock, head falling back against the door, while you nervously button your blouse back up, imagination going insane. You weren't against sleeping with someone casually, but for money would it mean... he didn't want to? The thought eats at you while Satoru's dripping precum over his phone, right on that picture, whispering your name ever so softly, forgetting where he was and shit, who he was, he can practically see those nipples under your blouse, dying to know what they taste like.

Escort! Satoru may have had sex before with the client surely, he loves a beautiful woman, before he met you. But now you're constantly on his mind. Even with his cock so hard and ready, when he's back to kissing on her and playing with her, he can't do more, frustrating him to no end. He has her squirting down his hand with the way his practiced fingers know how to hit every woman's spot, she's dripping down to his wrists, even. When he finishes, she looks up at him, all fucked out, trying to kiss him, but that's Satoru's biggest rule, never, ever kiss on the lips. He turns his head. 'sorry sweetheart I don't do that'

Escort! Satoru takes his extra money, he made bank tonight, but the entire time he had his fingers curling inside a slick, eager hole, he was picturing them deep inside you, watching as you cum for him. You'd probably sound and look so pretty, wouldn't you? As you're shooting him a good night text- who even has ever sent him one? - you're back on his mind, still aching from earlier. Turning down blowjobs is not something Escort Satoru does, but he did, and now he's throbbing when he rubs himself over his boxers, whimpering just a bit, pulling the picture back out and working his hand up and down his shaft, as it's aching to fill you

Escort! Satoru has a notification from one of his regulars pop up on the phone, right above that picture he can't stop staring at, while his cock is sticky from his spit and precum, loud in his opulent bedroom, the sound of it lewd along with his heavy, husky breaths. He's picturing just what you'd look like on your knees, with those innocent eyes, maybe he'd tear that business suit off your body, and paint every pretty inch of it with his ropes of cum, until you were just covered in white. The thought alone makes him decline the request, shutting his eyes and picturing just that as his spurts of white cum pour down his hand.

Escort! Satoru whimpers when he touches his sensitive tip, murmuring your name, trying to come down. He finds himself cleaning himself up and staring at the mirror, wondering just what the fuck you've done to him already. Surely it's... something new or different, it can't be more right? He hovers over choosing the date, or messaging you good night, and finds himself texting you with a dumb little 🥺, smiling like a lovesick fool when you send this to him-'can't wait for our 'date' it'll be fun! 😍- and Satoru's getting hard again from a fucking emoji.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I would love to hear your thoughts about the fucked-up turtle (Terapagos)

"Now let's talk about the turtle. Can we talk about the turtle please, Mac? I've been dying to talk about the turtle with you all day."

Ok so. Short Answer Re: Thoughts About Terapagos:

WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY DID IT DO THAT. WHY DID THEY [GAMEFREAK] DO THAT.

Long Answer Re: Thoughts About Terapagos [SPOILERS FOR THE SCARVIO DLC naturally. i havent seen Horizons so i dont rly know whats goin on with this little guy in the anime, just what we've got in the games]:

When the last little batch of new Pokemon in Indigo Disk leaked, about 12 hours or so-ish before the DLC dropped, I was at dinner with my bestie and we were looking at our phones like we were reading breaking world news. And I was looking at this tiny ass png of Terapagos's full Tera (Stellar) form.

And I immediately blurted out "holy SHIT it's turtles all the way down."

If you're not familiar with the phrase, check out its wikipedia page; here it's most relevant as a saying thrown around with regards to the philosophical concept of infinite regress, i.e. a series of elements (or questions begging an explanation) that that goes on infinitely with each member producing the next. So let's say the world rests on the back of a giant turtle--well, then, what does that turtle stand on to keep it from falling into the void? Why, another, bigger turtle, of course! But what about that turtle? Well, you're not gonna believe this, but it's turtles all the way down.

And here's the other thing about infinite regress: it's a logical fallacy, it's circular reasoning--honestly it's a little bit of a cousin to the "which came first?" chicken and egg argument. The question in these cases never truly gets answered, it just goes on and on forever. Bigger turtles on top of even bigger turtles.

It's a paradox. :)

So Stellar Terapagos, just look at that thing. Even its dex entries talk about how it looks like a planet, how it resembles "the world as the ancients saw it"--it's very much not only trying to evoke the World Turtle concept, but the symbolism of a classic paradoxical saying. So we've already got that going on with it, that already makes me bonkers. AND THAT'S JUST THE SURFACE LEVEL.

Cuz when we look at how Terapagos behaves, things start to go from "well isnt this guy a little weird" to "oh. oh this thing is kind of fucked up and terrifying, hello, what the hell is wrong with it" REAL FAST. Its two most stressed features we see in Indigo Disk are A.) its crystalline nature and how its the progenitor of Terastalization, but also B.) it is ferociously powerful and borderline uncontrollable. It's violent. It bursts out of a Master Ball and almost kills Kieran for daring to try and control it. Heath's illustration of its Stellar form in the Scarlet/Violet Book looks so otherworldly and almost cosmically horrifying. It has Weird Fucking Powers the game does NOT elaborate on (but I will; see more below.)

And also, hey, yeah, its Stellar Form looks like a stack of world turtles, but why the FUCK does its Terastal form also look like a goddamn dream catcher.

Personally I've been a big fan of the 'imagination theory' re: the Professors and the Paradox Pokemon and Area Zero, and folks have been arguing that Indigo Disk debunks that, but honestly I feel like we're loitering around some untold explanation that's even more bizarre. Terapagos is at least on some level tied to dreams and existentialism, and I really feel like there's more to Tera Crystals and Terapagos's relationship with them than what we've been told. Hell, its cry is even the noise we hear all game when we Terastalize our Pokemon, which produces its own myriad of questions (Are the Crystals some degree of alive? The Tera Crowns all do have Terapago's little turtle head at their base, too--does Terapagos physically or spiritually connect with a Terastalizing Pokemon? And what about that weird crystalizing the AI Professor does during its big boss fight? MUCH TO THINK ABOUT.)

Oh, speaking of Crystals--yeah. I can't NOT talk about the Indigo Disk Crystal Pool Postgame Secret when talking about Terapagos. ONE MORE SPOILER WARNING FOR THAT--SERIOUSLY GO TO THE CRYSTAL POOL AFTER GETTING THE DLC CREDITS. IT WILL BLAST YOU TO BITS. anyway.

Yeah so that's what I mean with Why Did It [Terapagos] Do That. The fact that you dont even need to have it in your party for the postgame Crystal Pool cutscene to trigger and for Terapagos to just pop out of the PC boxes on its own accord and warp space and time (and maybe even reality itself) to irreversible consequence, implying once again some great and uncontrollable power within this beast. Crazy Ass Moments in Pokemon History for CERTAIN.

And the thing that makes me most insane, thinking about Terapagos twisting time to allow you to meet the Professor, the Real Live Professor, to swap notes with them so to speak, the way it facilitates all of that, is the position it now puts the player and Scarvio itself in. If the Professor's research rests on the back of a white book given to them by a child, then what does the research of that white book rest upon? Ah, well, the expedition of Area Zero spurred forth by the fallout of the Professor's research. And what did THAT research rest upon, again...?

Turtles. The whole way down. Chickens and eggs and a paradox you're now responsible for. At the hands of a Normal Type Pokemon that tried to kill a 14 year old.

Terapagos scares the shit out of me. I love it so much. Why Did They Make It Like That <3

[mr-jack-letterman]

HELLO HI

God I love the Submas fandom, all of you are so nice <3

In any case, I have a silly Au for y'all to munch on.

Allow me to introduce you all to Covalent Twins :]

Covalent

Adjective

- Relating to or denoting chemical bonds formed by the sharing of electrons between atoms.

Or in this case, the sharing of Emmet between 2 Ingos from different timelines NSNDNNDDD.

This Au is essentially the answer to the question: "doesn't being sent to the distant past inherently mean you are also now long dead in the future you just left?"

The answer is yes and no btw

The explanation for this involves a lot of time nonsense that I'm very bad at explaining but the Tldr is basically this:

When Ingo gets sent to the past, this creates a connection between the past and the future. This makes time get all fucky and split into two separate timelines (Timeline A and Timeline B)

Timeline A:

Time in this timeline runs parallel to the future as long as Ingo stays within it (essentially, if Ingo stays in the past for 2 years, then 2 years pass in the present).

Due to this connection, Akari (aka Dawn) gets sent to this timeline (But not Timeline B) and the game events of PLA play out (+ a lot more Ingo bonding because uncle Ingo supremacy)

Akari manages to get her and Ingo sent back home with the power of Arceus, causing both timelines to merge back together again into one cohesive line with only the events of Timeline B being remembered by history.

Ingo and Emmet get their happy ending.

This Ingo got sent to Hisui when he was 29, stayed there for 2 years, and went home when he was 31.

And Timeline B:

This timeline was created as a cannon fodder timeline so Akari and Ingo can keep doing time shenanigans in Timeline A without disturbing the space time continuum even more.

This timeline is therefore not connected to the future the same way Timeline A is.

The Ingo of this timeline (Nicknamed "War" or "Warden" for simplicity.) lives through the PLA game events but with Rei taking the place of Akari.

War doesn't bond with him the same way Ingo does with Akari because Rei isn't a faller.

The events of the game are the exact same (minus the Arc phone, Rei taking the place of Akari, and catching Arceus).

Despite Rei calming the nobles and catching Palkia and Dialga, he is still not the chosen hero. Warden is unable to go home or regain his memories.

Warden lives in Hisui and serves as a warden for the Pearl Clan for a total of 7 years before dying alongside his partner pokemon, Gliscor (nicknamed Nimbasa), while protecting Lady Sneasler from a Zoroark attack at the age of 36.

Warden drifts as a ghost for many years, with only Nimbasa the Gliscor as company. He watches his friends grow old, and eventually die. They pass on to the afterlife, but Warden stays on earth, wandering the Alabaster Icelands and Mount Coronet, searching for people from a life he can't remember even in death.

Warden watches as Hisui changes into Sinnoh. Jubilife Village becomes Jubilife City. Pokemon species die out and new ones are born.

As the world slowly becomes more and more familiar, the great Sinnohs, Palkia and Dialga, take pity on the lost warden, and decide together to lead him home.

It may take 150 years, and many miles of travel, but Warden is pulled by an unknown force towards the Unova region. Though he is unable to touch anything or speak to anyone, it's all so painfully familiar.

He is pulled towards Nimbasa city, (ah! That's where he got the name from!) and eventually to an apartment.

There, he is greeted by a young girl, barely 17. A man in black, who looks exactly like him, give or take a few years and a few scars.

And a smiling man in white. The man he has been searching for for over 150 years...

And they're staring at him, truly staring at him, not through him.

Why is the man in white crying?

*evil laughter.mp3*

So yeah! The twins have an older brother now :D

I mean he's dead and also Ingo just 5 years older and from a different timeline but still!!!

If you've made it this far I believe you deserve a gold star ⭐ and also some art for your troubles.

So here's War and Nimbasa ↓

And some fluffy interaction between War and Emmet as a bandaid.

If you guys have any questions regarding how this Au works, or are interested in seeing more of it, don't hesitate to shoot me an ask :D

I hope I enjoyed reading about my silly Au, even if it was a bit long lol.

*fades back into the void of Submas fics.*

[rainbowrocketdatingdonehere]

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Pokemon Villain Leaders x Nonbinary Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Pokemon: N/A

TW: Facing Discrimination (Sections will be labeled accordingly)

Part one: Giovanni, Maxie, Archie, Cyrus

Both Platonic and Romantic

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Giovanni🖤🚀:

"They/Them? . .Uh yeah sure whatever you're still going to steal Pokemon for me right?" Is essentially how it went down.

I mean you really have to forgive him it's not like he wants to be dismissive he just has a lot of grunts to take care of and he may or may not forget in passing that you go by they/them pronouns. But it's not like you'll let it slide either and in a strange cosmic sort of way he doesn't mind if your correct him either. Believe it or not he does actually listen to his subordinates and wants to minimize the least amount of employee discomfort if necessary. Too much infighting can create problems, so if you feel as of fellow grunts are disrespecting you than Giovanni will do something about it.

Now it won't be perfect but he'll definitely do a very corporate mandate "don't be mean to gay people" speech before a meeting and thats essentially it.

Dating:

Thats a different story.

Getting into a relationship with Giovanni is already in itself a miracle. Like more than likely it was you pursuing him than the other way around. But dating him is probably one of the best things in your life. He's rather charming and sweet, to you at least, even though he's THE leader of Team Rocket. Speaking of which dating him essentially makes you team rockets right hand so that's a bonus. You've never really had any troubles with dating him. Minimal couples spats here and there but for the most part it's smooth sailing!

He really does love you even if he has an . . interesting way of showing it. He still has some hard times getting over his previous relationship but don't think that he treats you like a secondary thing. He loves you fully in the now and makes sure you know it.

With that all in mind you'd think it would have been easy to come out to him. Right? Nope.

You struggled to tell him from the beginning that you use They/Them pronouns. Even though you didn't really hide it. Even still he referred to you in what he perceived you to be at first, that was until you finally had it in you to come out.

It was now or never.

It had been only a few months after you began dating, once you felt as if this relationship wasn't going to end you felt like this would be the perfect time to confess. Either that or risk spending the next few years stuck in the closet.

One heartfelt confession later and you swore it felt like confessiing your love to him all over again what with you and all your nervous shaking. . .  and surprisingly it wasn't bad.

Now it wasn't great either but it was not like he was getting disgusted or freaked out or anything.

It was a long pause followed by a few "questions" that would start stop and start again until he finally composed himself and walked right up next to you. His expression seeming to never change, until what felt like forever he softly smiled, pulled you in close for a gentle embrace, and softly ran his fingers through your hair.

Giovanni: . . . was that all you wanted to tell me?

You sheepishly nodded into his embrace unable to speak up due to your nerves keeping your mouth locked and sealed.

Giovanni frowned for a moment: Now . . . why did you feel the need to hide this from me?

This was where you almost started crying. His voice stern and almost disappointed you weren't sure how to make out his emotions so instead you turned away unable to look him in the eye. Fortunately your reaction made Giovanni stop. He didn't question you further only hugging you more as he ran his fingers down your back before he turned to leave and walked away.

It was only the next morning where you were informed of your partners wearabouts. Despite the better reaction than anticipated from yesterday you were still worried about Giovanni's internal thoughts about your gender. A grunt was just outside your door ready to escort you to a meeting hall. After readying yourself you slowly treked to the location. Your heart pounding in nervousness as your mind raced with possibilities of what could be in store for you.

Slowly as you entered the meeting hall your body jittery. . .

Shakily you opened the door only to be meet with the most horrifying display before you. The once darkend room filled with blacks, golds and, maroons as leather chairs perfectly spaced apart for plenty of grunts to seat themselves into was now a darkend meeting hall filled with rainbow lights, and colorful decora as your partner stood proudly next to the giant projector in the room. The grunts that occupied the room, their faces not of disgust but quite content sat in their chairs not even glancing your way when you entered the room. You had apparently entered while the meeting was already taking place but a part of you wanted to just walk right back out as your face became a blushing mess of embarrassment. Your partner, THE boss of Team Rocket was currently donning his classic Rocket suit but with a subtle twist in design. For his Rocket insignia had changed from bright red to rainbow in the span of a night. You weren't even paying attention to what Giovanni was blabbering about, something about tapping into the gay market means more grunts or something, as your eyes stared wided eyed at the PowerPoint currently on screen! In all capital letters "TEAM ROCKET IS FOR THE GAY COMMUNITY" is loudly displayed on screen.

. . . well at least he's supportive.

TW: Facing Discrimination:

Now this is something Giovanni won't tolerate no matter what you identify as. It's already a rough life as is to be dating the worlds most notorious criminal. Discrimination was already something you experienced often. But if for some reason word got out of your gender and discrimination came from that Giovanni wouldn't treat it as any less serious.

Giovanni (addressing anyone who dare tries to hurt you): . . . Tsk . I can't tell if your real brave or just plain stupid. Go after me any day, any time of the week. But . . . try to hurt the person I love. . . well I can't have some trash just float so casually in my direction. (If his persian wasn't pouncing already they definitely are now). . . someone's got to get rid of it.

He really does love you and won't stand for such insignificant low lives to get in between what you two have.

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Maxie❤🌋:

"Oh! .. . .well this is uh . . . hmm, thank you for informing me."

Now don't take this stammering and confusion as Maxie dismissing you. Quite the opposite really. In all honesty, Maxie is rather honored to be someone his subordinates feel comfortable enough to share personal information with. What's honestly more shocking is how many grunts and other Magma members have been open to him about this sort of thing. It's not as though Maxie is judgmental by any means but Maxie isn't unaware of the sort of presence he presents himself to people.

He can't help it. This is just who he is but Maxie knows that he does not come across as the most approachable person to others. So he really does mean it when he says he's touched to have you open up to him. Now is everything afterwards perfect? No. Him like many other leaders have many grunts who work for them so spare some forgiveness if he misgenders you in any way. It takes him a while to adjust to new changes but dont think he doesn't try. As a leader he wants to make sure all his grunts are comfortable working with him. Correct him when he makes a mistake and he'll do his best to learn. He'll even write little notes for himself on other grunts who have changed pronouns and names as to have a better chance at remembering. He may make his mistakes but he truly does care and wants you to know that too.

Dating:

Dating Maixe is nothing but sweet tender moments and loving charm as you two go through this partnered life at your own gentle pace. Despite his busy schedule and constant upkeep of the new and improved Team Magma, Maxie still caught the love bug when he first laid eyes upon you. At first Maxie had himself confused as to what emotions he was experiencing with you. He never thought of himself as being able to fall so casually in love with someone. Never once did he think love at first sight to be true, but as the months passed on he found himself making more time for you. Planning his schedule to better fit yours, making sure he'd spend personal time with you even if it was once a week, and sooner or later he found your name casually being brought up in facets of his life that didn't even include you. Even his admins caught wind of his changing behavior long before he ever did. It was one summer day that he found his feelings at an all time high. Once again, he accidentally slipped your name in passing to his admins even though your name need not be in that conversation. Eventually he had no choice but to confess his feelings to you, partially because his admins refused to stop teasing him about it.

Well after one sunset date by the Mt. Chimney and one soft yet well thought out confession to you later, from that day forward you became Maxie's partner and you couldn't be any happier. . . except for one thing.

Like the burning flames of swirling lava found in Mt. Chimney a cascade of dread brewed inside you ready to burst at any moment. Like a volcano ready to erupt you weren't sure how to approach your future with Maxie. It all seemed so clear yet so blurry at the same time. Dating seemed obvious, Maxie loved you dearly and unless you betrayed him he wasn't planning on leaving you nor are you to him. Hell marriage seemed like the obvious next step as you two have dated for quite some time now almost becoming an honorary Team Manga member in your own right with how much you have helped them.

You could see a sweet loving life with Maxie with all the standard couples experiences that come with it. And yet . . . you still couldn't picture it as the person you are right now. . . as the person you were pretending to be.

Now you never once believed Maxie to be disgusted by topics such as gender and sexuality. Nor did you think he'd judge those who express themselves differently, however there was always this inner voice convincing you otherwise. That if you dare be true to yourself then this peaceful, loving life you share with Maxie would burn and become nothing more than ash in the wind. It made you sick to think such things and you desperately wanted to just rip the bandaid, so to speak, and just confess how you truly feel to him, but ever yet you stay silent. That was until you just couldn't take hiding away anymore.

It was a gentle summer day, just like the one where Maxie first confessed his love to you all those days before. The sun shone brightly in the sky, nearby Pokemon could be heard from deep within the woods that surrounded your shared home. All seemed well as you sat beside the window of your living room. Your eyes looking out to the forest that surrounds your home and yet anyone could see that you were staring into a world of your own, so much so that you hadn't even noticed the subtle tears that streamed down your face, nor did you notice Maxie coming up to greet you.

He had just arrived back home from work. Now normally you'd be right at the door ready to greet him. Your face lighting up the room and completely washing away any stress Maxie would have at work. However over the course of several days that has shifted. It started of slow, you no longer being right at the door to greet him. Then it shifted to no longer running up to see him even if you noticed him entering the room. Now it's at a point you don't even acknowledge him, this day in particular being the worst.

Now Maxie isn't dumb. He can sense when someone is hiding something from him. Though normal it is about one of his grunts trying to cover up something they weren't supposed to do. Normally his response would reflect his status as a leader that is to say he can normally handle this sort of situation with tact and authority but could he respond the same way to his partner? No. . . He couldn't or better yet he wouldn't. Maxie hasn't been in a relationship in a long time much less a serious one so to say he is unsure how to handle these sorts of things is an understatement. Though Maxie knows one thing for sure is why now? He always prided himself and you to be a couple that is as open and honest with each other as possible even if you two don't always agree on things. He's tried giving you the space he believes you need hoping that you'd come to your senses and just confront him with what your hiding but here, right now as he looks at you gazing out the window, he can't stand this anymore.

Slowly as he approaches you his mind races with possibilities as to what you could be hiding from him. He almost feels shame for doing so. To think of his partner in such a way, as dishonest or worse disloyal. He tries to shake those possibilities away. It can't be true, you're not anything like that. So than what else? . ... Could it be that you simply fallen out of love with him. He almost stops in his tracks as his heart grows hard, sinking into the deepest pits of his stomach. He doesn't want to believe it but the logical side of his brain has him analyzing every possibility. Why couldn't it be true? He ponders. If one can so casually just fall in love . . . than the opposite has to be true. Even still he musters the strength to keep walking towards you and as he sees your form the only thing he notices is the reflection from the window. Your face a somber scene as gentle tears stream down your face. In an instant it seems as if all of his negative thoughts and worries subside. His focus, trying to comfort you.

Gently do you feel soft hands pull you to turn and face your partner. Having been lost in your thoughts the instant reality check nearly gives you whiplash. You don't even have a chance to process what is happening as you feel your body being pulled closer to Maxies. It isn't a full on hug but the embrace is still warm and inviting as his hand runs fingers along your side. Maxie doesn't speak only giving you the room to share as he silently waits. His other hand has made quick work of trying to wipe the tears that keep streaming from your eyes. The silence between you speaks a thousand words as you nearly begin to sob at the sight of Maxie's gaze. You've never seen him so worried and hurt before.

(Y/N):   . . . I . .I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

Maxie (shaking a bit): . .But, but I don't understand. You can always speak to me you know that!

You quickly shove your face against his chest as your sudden movement nearly kncoks Maxie back and yet his embrace never breaks.

Maxie (worried): If something is troubling you, we've always worked through it together and I don't doubt we can't this time but. ...I can't help you if you keep things to yourself.

You only silently shake your head mumbling soft "I don't knows". Maxie keeps holding you tight and wiping your tears but even he starts to falter as his worries start to cloud his judgment once more.

Maxie: . . .Please.

This subtle plea causes you to stop for a moment. You look at him once more, your hand going to cup his face as you breath remains shaky.

(Y/N). . I .. . I just. I don't want to ruin what we have. . . and I don't know if you'd understand.

Maxie (softly he holds your face): Then help me understand.

And so you confessed. You told him everything. All your thoughts, feelings, experiences. All your worries and doubts. Everything. You cried and cried and cried until you had no more tears left to cry. All while Maxie was there to wipe each tear away. When the last words escaped your lips Maxie still remained silent. In that moment he wasn't quite sure what to say for he had to much on his mind first. For starters Maxie was relieved that none of his worries were true. Then he was shamed by the fact that you felt so worried in the first place. A part of him was guilty that something like this was something you felt the need to hide from him. Perhaps he hasn't come across as open and accepting as he presented himself to be. As he looked back down to you all he could see was the person he loved so dearly and nothing more than that.

Maxie: . . . I will always love and accept you no matter who you want to be.

And that was all he needed to say as you embraced him more and softly smiled through gentle tears.

TW Facing Discrimination:

Much like any other loving partner Maxie would not stand for his partner to face discrimination. Now dating him already comes with wandering eyes especially from the people of Hoenn who some haven't exactly gotten over the near world ending fued between Team Magma and Team Aqua. However anyone who tries to make fun of, or harass you for how you present is faced with a Maxie that still shocks you when he comes out. Now Maxie likes to pride himself in being calm, cool, and collected. He believes that all of his problems can be solved with civil discussion but that's not entirely true. There are more than a handful of times where his buttons get pushed a tad too much and he becomes quite the enraged and fouled mouth man. His face nearly becomes as red as his hair as his glasses barely hang onto his face. He stammers and even shouts wildly somehow remaining coherent enough to spout facts and logic while mixing in a slew of profanities into the argument. Dare anyone try to harass you about how you present and they'll more than likely be on the receiving end of one very angry Maxie.

Maxie: (Stammering) H. .How DARE you?! What gives YOU any fucking right to address someone. . ANYONE in this way?? Hasn't any one taught you some manners you . . you insignificant . . good for nothing. ...for fucks sake. ... Waste of MY time!!!

Lets just say he's VERY passionate about standing up for you.

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Archie💙🌊:

"Oh? . . HAHAHA! Sounds good to me!"

In all honesty you don't really have to worry about coming out to Archie or any member of Team Aqua to be frank. Out of any team, Team Aqua members are about as open as you can get. Now of course you have the few strays that don't accept but they're pretty outnumbered. Telling Archie that your changing Pronouns is about as easy as it gets. Though remember that he is a busy man being leader and all so it may take him a bit to remember the change but he will definitely try and actually feel pretty guilty if he messes up too much. Luckily admins Shelly and Matt are quick to catch onto any changes. They'll likely be reminding him for you if they catch Archie forgetting. You're in pretty good hands at Team Aqua and you have a lot of supprters to help you feel comfortable. What's even better is that Archie is used to addressing all of his grunts with some ocean themed nickname anyways. He usually just goes for "scamps" which is pretty gender neutral in of itself. Though in all seriousness Archie is glad you feel comfortable around him and he's proud of all of his grunts who are proud to be who they are.

Dating:

Other than the Kisses and hugs and other couples related ordeals dating Archie isn't all that different from how'd he'd react with his grunts. In the sense that you don't feel that Archie would be the type to judge you for coming out to him. Of course in the beginning you had the habit of staying "in the closet" no matter who you met. Even if they literally held up a sign saying "I Love gay people" you'd still find yourself keeping a low profile. You know. Just in case. But as time quickly treked on you discovered that Archie's acceptance of others was the real deal. Of the times you visited Team Aqua you noticed just how many of the grunts were openly out about their identities and how well Archie respected and treated them no differently to any other grunt.

With all that you saw and with all that you experienced you eventually found the right opportunity to be open to Archie. And boy were you as casually open about it as you could be.

It was just a sunny afternoon as the two of you observed the peaceful beach before you. The two of you wanting your Pokemon to experience some sun all were happy and joyful getting to soak in the rays. As you washed and cleaned your Pokemon you broke the soft silence by casually dropping your "coming out" to your partner.

Though what came after only worried you. I mean. . .there was no doubt in your mind that Archie wouldn't accept you. You've seen the proof a dozen times. There couldn't be any reason as to why it would be different between you two. But Archies sudden pause scared you a bit. He hadn't even turned around to acknowledge you as he remained silent. . . was this the wrong time? Should you have waited longer?

(Y/N): *with a shaky voice* . . d. . do you have anything to say about that?

Before you could even look his way you felt large, warm, loving arms embrace you from behind as you feel your body being lifted off the ground. Sand particles fall off your skin as your body gently spins around in Archies arms. Your Pokemon joyfuly laugh along as Archie finally puts you on the ground to face him.

Archie: Well now! I think that's pretty alright with me! *He flashes you his signature smile as he pats your side and kisses your cheek*

See. . . no need to worry in the slightest.

Just like the grunts nicknames rarely need any changes say for the few ones that might be a bit gender specific that you'd prefer being changed. But typically nicknames for you are "lovedisk, sweet siren, his beautiful/handsome pearl" if any nicknames now make you uncomfortable he'll be quick to stop them as he works to find new ones to call you. He loves you, he really does and that won't ever stop just because you want to present differently.

TW Facing Discrimination:

Calm. Almost too calm than you expect. You've always known Archie to be his loud, boisterous self, always being the biggest person in the room. So when you experience him face to face with someone who was trying to harass you, you expected him to be just as loud all the same. But the shouting never came. Almost as if your partner was saying all that he needed to say with just his presence alone. Now Archie isn't the tallest man you know but he's definitely more built than most. All he ever did was just stare down your harasser, not a single expression on his face besides the hard stare. His stance wasn't even all that intimidating just an upright position with his arms crossed not a word spoken at all. When your harasser eventually noticed that Archie wasn't going to budge and especially wasn't going to let them get to you they'd eventually give up and leave. Initially you had wished Archie to have done more but in all honesty this was probably for the best that Archie didn't draw any attention to you or himself. Even still as the perpetrator left Archie would make sure you were okay and hug you closely.

Archie: (softly) Sorry you gotta go through that. . . (he kisses your head) but as long as my pearl is okay than that's all I care about.

For such a big guy Archie can be a real softy for you.

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Cyrus🩶🌌:

"Oh . . . .I see."

Honestly, tell him if you want but don't expect much of a reaction nor a strong will to change. This is Cyrus we are talking about. His mind is so preoccupied with the whole human spirit mumbo jumbo and creating his new world that this sort of thing won't be on his priority list of things to address at the moment. I mean coming out to him is like a whole contradiction in it's own right. Like you do realize that he's trying to eliminate the human spirit and gender can be a very powerful and emotionally driven journey that some people experience. Unless your just expressing it as a nonchalant thing than Cyrus won't really understand the need for you to make it known. Now does that make him homophobic? No. Not at all. At least he doesn't believe himself to be. He's not against it he's just indifferent to it. He doesn't care who you love or what you identify as just don't go telling him and expect him to care. Is he going to try and make some effort? Yes sort of. He might write it down as a reminder as to not purposely insult you. He does want to make sure his members don't just up and quit on him especially when he's so close to reaching his ideals. If this is really something you might consider leaving the team for he'll do a small bit of effort to keep the peace but honestly how often are you going to have one on one conversations with him anyways? You're probably better off coming out to the admins than him directly.

Dating:

Okay so dating him is like a whole other thing. For starters Cyrus never pictured in a million years he'd let a simple emotion like love be felt for him especially now that he's trying to get rid of all human spirit and emotion. But alas here you come into his life and completely muddy is dumb human emotions like it's nothing. It's completely jumbled him so much that he finds it intriguing how you were able to pull it off. It also means he's frustrated for half of it too. How you are able to maintain a civil relationship perplexes everyone, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Cyrus pretty much has to be guided on how to do relationship things with you because it's not like he ever prepared himself for this. You are essentially the most patient person on the planet when it comes to showing Cyrus what it means to love and date but your still happy and supportive to see him try. It's a rough and albeit rocky road but it's a road that both, yes you and HIM, want to take.

In the beginning, it was a lot of hurdles and I mean A LOT of hurdles to jump.

(Y/N): *staring out the window* . . .  those wildflowers. . . they look nice. I like them.

Cyrus: *He quickly glances up from his computer to look at the flowers before returning to his work*. ... Yes. They are.

(Y/N): *Fidgeting in your seat and blushing a bit* . . . Yep. I really, really like them.

Cyrus: *A bit confused as he types.* Yes. You also made that known.

(Y/N):. . . mhm. Would be nice if we had some in the house.

Cyrus: *a bit of realization settles in* . . oh. *he pauses for a bit and rummages through his desk and pulls out some scissors. He hands them to you before returning to his typing*

(Y/N): *sighing as you take the scissors.* I meant, that It'd be nice with. . we got them together.

Cyrus stops once more. He pauses for what feels like forever until he final stands to face you. His expression never changing as he looks you in the eyes. His monotone voice speaking to you.

Cyrus: . ... why dance around this request if this is what you've wanted all along? . . . just ask like a normal person.

You almost feel guilty for being so childish. You look down in shame that you've up and annoyed him. But before you could continue sulking you feel his hand intertwine with your own as he leads you to the yard to pick some flowers.

Now this is just one of many interactions you have with Cyrus as your partner but you never once doubt that he doesn't love you. He just has his unique way of expressing it. And believe it or not he has his way of remembering all the little things that make you happy. Never let him know that you've caught a glimpse at his notes before. It was by complete accident but you can never unsee what you saw. On a list of things he titled "for the new world", there on the list read "fields of wildflowers". That was all you needed to see to know that Cyrus does indeed love you. However with every hurdle that you've jumped thus far the biggest one you've been pushing off is the one pertaining to your gender identity. I mean how could you even begin to address it? You've barely made headway in being open and direct with him about asking to pick some silly little flowers!

You felt this nauseous sinking feeling in your pit. Something akin to dread and hopelessness, like you'd never get to the point of being open with him as truly to person you want to be. If simple gestures of love are taking this long to establish would you ever be able to open up to him?

This thought process kept you up most nights. Hell most days you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. It was like being back home all over again. Having to hide yourself from your family and peers because neither would ever understand or accept you for who you really are. In a sense that's part of the reason why you fell for Cyrus. You didn't agree with his methods but you understood his frustration with how your fellow humans so casually wasted their time being hateful towards things that don't matter. So why is it that while dating him you find it hard to express yourself to him? . . . would he even care?

This behavior of yours wouldn't go unnoticed by Cyrus. However, he let your emotional spiral go unchecked a lot later than he should have let go on. Hell it was starting to affect other aspects of your life. Strange that it may be but Cyrus almost missed the annoyingly positive person he'd be greeted to every time he'd come home from work. As he felt your presence being pulled further away it was like his routine was being disrupted all over again. He had just gotten used to you so why were you trying to disrupt it all over again?

It was one night were he finally had enough of whatever was bothering you that he felt compelled to confront you directly about it.

You had barely gotten yourself comfortable in bed when you noticed Cyrus standing before you.

(Y/N): . Cyrus. . wha.

Cyrus: *interrupting* How long do you plan on playing these silly games?

(Y/N): . . I .

Cyrus: Tsk . . Don't bother trying to hide it. Same in that I won't bother trying to learn the rules. I have better uses of my time so you might as well just say what's on your mind.

(Y/N): . *Having been interrupted to many times you start to feel annoyed* . . it's not that simple Cyrus.

Cyrus: . . What?

(Y/N): .  wha . What? What do you mean "what"?

Cyrus:  ... I mean why wouldn't it be simple. Just speak, it isn't that difficult.

(Y/N): but it is difficult!

Cyrus: . . . *sigh* the world would be a lot better off if people just said what they needed to say and you know that.

(Y/N): *Now you were getting upset at your partners blunt attitude that you started crying and getting louder with each word that spilled from your mouth* . . But it ISN'T . .OKAY!

And then you stopped and for a brief moment Cyrus did too. All he did was just look at you, cold and unmoved by your sudden outburst. As quickly as you shouted you immediately apologized through warm tears that you were trying to rid yourself of by furiously wiping them away.

(Y/N): . . I ...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you. . .and I'm trying not to cry either.

As you continued to wipe Cyrus didn't say anything. Instead he sat next to you his expression never shifting but you could tell he wasn't trying to come off as standoffish.

(Y/N): . . but I mean what I say when I say that sometimes speaking your mind is difficult. . . but your right though. It's not the act of speaking your mind that is hard but . . . it's what comes after that makes it hard. You don't know how people are going to react that it makes being honest so frustrating. . . and let's just say that whatever I'm keeping from you is because I'm afraid. . . afraid that the consequences of what I say will leave me all alone again.

Cyrus just sat and listened to what you had to say. On one hand he felt . . . a twinge of guilt to hear you feel so afraid to be honest to him. As if he hasn't come so far as to make it clear that you can tell him anything that's on your mind. Though the other half of him couldn't deny that he's delt with something similar a long time ago, . .with his family. Before Cyrus could speak up you spoke to him first.

(Y/N): *A soft unamused chuckle escaped you as you simply told him* . ... But you're also right in that it's dumb to hide it any longer. . . Cyrus . . I'm. . .

And you confessed. Not a long drawn out confession but not a dull short one either. You spared him any details, only keeping the most important parts in. Even still it felt. . . odd to come out to him while at the same time it felt like a huge weight was being lifted off your shoulders.

(Y/N): . . so yeah. . . that's about it.

Cyrus: *pausing for a moment* ... I . . I will do what I can.... to try and understand. . . this.

Before ge sat up to leave his hand found itself resting on yours as his fingers rubbed gentle circles around your hand. This may seem like nothing to the average person but something this small was enough to make your heart flutter. As for all things in this relationship this would be the start of just one hurdle in many hurdles to come. But you were willing to jump each and every one. One hurdle at a time.

TW: Facing Discrimination:

Even though Cyrus, Mr. Doesn't show emotions at all, may look indifferent to those being hateful, but you know otherwise. I mean this is the leader of team Galactic over here! He absolutely despises ANYONE who expresses hatred. He deems it to be the most useless emotion of all time so if anyone even tries to discriminate against you they'll be on Cyrus's black list for good. Luckily being out in public with Cyrus means that most folks leave you alone as is. They get one good look at Cyrus and decide it's not worth their time approaching someone who's glares would kill them if they could. However if someone really bold or rather really stupid for some Arceus forsaken reason tries confronting you Cyrus is quick to cut them off before they can get a good word in.

Cyrus: (towards someone discriminating against you) "if you are going to be burdened by such useless emotions then at least use them towards something that matters."

Is his roundabout way of saying hating on gay people accomplishes nothing you useless PoS.

Cyrus (addressing you): and this is why the human spirit must be eliminated. . . such useless display of emotions is not fit for the world that I will build . .. For the both of us.

And on THAT note this is his roundabout way of saying I accept you and love you.

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[sillygoblinantics]

Back to my regularly scheduled Lily tearing

*ahem*

“Jock Imoen”

My good mutual @agramuglia covered everything up to Gen 8 in his multi-stream and comprehensive compilation/analysis of Lily orchards over six hour cognitive hazardous brain vomit barely digested review of the main line games of the Pokémon franchise.

And of course, she got many things wrong, so when ant stopped after gen 8 I took it upon myself to finish it for ant and my arceus did I suffer for lilys pokesins.

And let’s get this out of the way:

No she didn’t play arceus because she couldn’t handle the amount of control changes and lore that went into that beautiful (imo) game.

No she didn’t play the dlcs. And frankly I’m glad she didn’t because we all know she’d make the sibling story of Kieran and Carmine weird (and perverted) but she’d misinterpret the entire arc he goes through in all three dlcs)

So how fucking wrong did Lily get with scarlet and violet?

Everything

Points to get out of the way before my reason of pain:

She continues to imply that pennie is a stalker, saying she’s the worst person who shouldn’t be redeemed and that team star terrible. Yes the bullied outsiders who formed a group to stand up to the bullies and later try to breakup only to meet up and assure Pennie that they love her and remind her that they’ll be friends even if the team splits up. In the dlc they’re even working to better themselves for Pennie trying to surprise her even. And yes Lily PROJECTS SO MUCH ONTO PENNIE!

Misgenders grusha (the beautiful snowboarder champ now depressed and detached gym leader who you learn more about the intropersonal conflict of in the dlc!)

No she doesn’t take the classes (doesn’t understand there’s more to the game or)

… continuing from the previous point: SHE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THE RUINOUS POKÉMON NEVER MENTIONS THEM ONCE

She leaves out the fact Nemona teaches the players about terastalization before you even get to the academy!

She disrespects the entire story line and arc of our boy Arven nor does she fucking cry over the mabostiff arc

Never explains how she got ceruledge. At all

Complains and uses spiderverse as a way to talk about crunch time (LILY I SWEAR TO FUCKING MEW IF TALK ABOUT THE INDUSTRY ANY MORE I WILL REVOKE YOUR INTERNET ACCESS)

She brings up kingdom hearts

11. Never addresses the music or even gen one references

12. (Yes that’s a loss joke)

Now that we got those out of the way, allow me to rant:

OUT OF THE PAST 9 GENS, THE CAST OF FRIENDS IN SCARLET AND VIOLET HAVE THE MOST DEPTH AND PERSONALITY! THEY HAVE SO MANY SIDES THAT UNFOLD AS YOU FOLLOW(KEY WORD BEING FOLLOW) THEIR STORYLINES!

Lily you continue to prove your mental decline and intolerance to human traits and habits and devolve into a fucking ameba! Nemona from the start is not a jock. She is a himbo, she is the current/new student council president of the academy, she’s the champion and she is an only child of absent parents in a big *empty* home, her parents are running around who knows where and she most definitely has undiagnosed adhd or add, she has trouble with socializing because of her confident and pure genuine enthusiasm. She had trouble catching her own pokemon and even throwing which is why she wears that glove so she mostly rents out pokemon from the academy. When your character moves in she’s hoping to not just have a friend, but someone to rival her in battle, because she’s beat the league and everyone is afraid in some way of her because of how forward and high energy she is. The REASON SHE’S SO “CLINGY” IS BECAUSE FOR THE FIRST TIME SHE HAS SOMEONE WHO ISNT AFRAID OF HER REQUEST TO BATTLE! She’s mindful and has had to realize that which is sad if you’re a kid who is as high energy and has trouble waiting to speak. (A bit personal on my end but thats the read) NEMONA IS NOT YOUR JOCK SISTER GIRLFRIEND YOU INEPT PERVERTED CANADIAN FUCKWAD!

LILY LEAVE MY MASTER CHEF SON AND HIS PUBBI DOG ALONE BEFORE I GET THE SANDAL AND BEAT YOUR PASTY WHITER THAN MILK ASS UNTIL YOU SUBMIT AND APOLOGIZE! Arven, is a boy who lives in the shadow of his absent parents who were renowned scientists, he wasn’t given the attention he needed at some point when they got busy with research but after having to leave area zero due to a grievous injury/trauma his truly only family member received he was cooped up in the lighthouse he once lived in with his parents. Arven holds so much resentment to his parents because he (validly) feels abandoned by them as they pushed him aside. Hell, he even shows a grudge and envy to our player when he learns his parent is talking to us in secret! The most painful thing we learn by the end is, arven’s mom and dad… died… they had been dead for quite some time and sadly only synthetic programmed copies of them survived but then they have to leave… arven’s story is him learning that he isnt in his parent’s shadow and realizing he doesn’t have to be alone. The friends made are his family- oh before i forget- THERE IS MORE LORE IN THE FUCKING CLASSES! THE HOME EC TEACHER WORRIES ABOUT ARVEN AND HAS A STORY LINE WITH HIM IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO STUDY! Arven is a sad grumpy puppy, leave him alone you cynical mustache twirling puppy stomping carbon copy villain stereotype!

LEAVE MY VEE-VEE LOVING INTROVERT ALONE YOU NTH ROOM BROWSING TROGLODYTE! Penny out of the two others has present parents, her dad, who is revealed to be peonie in the dlc, is just loves and cares about her but pennie is going through that phase where “ugh my parents are so annoying with how much they care” type personality. Kids like that exist. Penny is also a vastly intellectually gifted kid, she’s able to do so much with computers and coding and hell she used technology to make friends. She and team star are adorable. They were all bullied and penny thinking quickly hatched a plan to gather them together but when things got out of hand she panicked and thought to run from it. When you meet she takes note of how you respond to her “peril” and thinks of a way to get your help. She thinks that her friends hate her or dont hold her in high regard until you defeat each of them and get the full story. Hell I’ll grab a clip i saved! But she learns to come out of her shell during the main plot and that staying in her head she’ll shut the world and truth out. She’s also such a fucking mood!

Also lily, you hate her because she’s better than you are you eternal hermit!

As you can see I adore this game and while I have my qualms with it I still love it and the story because that’s what I care about and appreciate in this and previous games and with what I wanted said out of the way: that’s

[galaxyseclipse]

getting back on that pokemon horse a little bit

rewatched the Zoroark movie and why does the scene near the end always make me cry?? I know what happens

[savebatsartedition]

Whumpmas In July Day 1: “I’m Sorry” - Sun and Moon from Pokemon Adventures

Sun says "Oh" four times and tries not to cry - One sided Deliveryshipping

Summary:

Sun tries not to feel entitled to Moon's attraction. The fact that he does makes him feel even worse.

Notes:

Note: Deliveryshipping but I’m evil and made Moon aroace (like me) so Sun is left sad forever. (I do actually like this ship a lot, and Sun is one of my favorite characters. This is just how I like it best haha.) (This also includes mention of the Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure characters and one Pokemon Anime character. This is because I love them.) Also I did this super duper dialogue heavy because the thing I wrote yesterday had absolutely none. Words: 1,531

(Fic also under the cut.) @whumpmasinjuly-archive

“I'm sorry.”

As far as Sun was concerned, that wasn't even the beginning of an apology for how bad he was feeling. And then, when he thought that, he felt even worse. Who was he to assume she would want to go out with him anyway? Who was he to act like he was being kept away from something he deserved? Who was he to act like one of the most respectful possible rejections was an attack on him as a person? But knowing that those questions all had answers that told him to leave her alone didn't make him feel better.

“Oh.” He looked down at his feet. They looked stupid in his stupid sneakers and stupid socks. Stupidly, with his hope put into something he knew was not going to work, he wondered if she would have given him a better chance if he had been wearing something nicer than his scuffed up shoes and baggy capri pants and baggyer T-shirt.

“Sorry, it's not you."

She sounded so apologetic that he instantly felt even worse all over again. Moon with emotion, what do you know!  He was really pathetic huh. Moon hardly even showed emotion when there was something she really cared about. Honestly, the most expressive he'd ever seen her was when she'd jumped away from the Lei prank when she'd first arrived in Alola. So if she had that much emotion in her words, there was no doubt in what she thought about him.

Pure pity.

“Oh.”

Sun had never really liked when people felt pity for him.

That's why he'd struck that deal with Faba instead of wallowing in guilt and sadness after his grandfather's death. That's why he'd never cried when Team Skull skimped him on a dollar or two. (Their laughs would have been bad, but the worried glances of onlookers and tourists would have been even worse.) 

Pity wasn't a feeling that he wanted to even cross the minds of those that looked at him. Not when he was five, not when he was ten, not ever. Even though he was short, and tended to be wearing at least one cast or five bandaids at any given time, and had a Pokemon that didn't really listen to him, and had lost his grandfather's island to a corporation that didn't even care about the people in Alola, Sun wasn't someone to pity.

He took all of those injustices in stride, and turned them into business opportunities and conversation starters with potential clients. Being so young and so new in the actual business of his line of work, he had to. If he didn't, where would he and Kiawie and his other fellow couriers go?

Exactly.

When a person pitied someone like him, they didn't want to help, they just wanted to feel bad for him and then move on with their day. Moon didn't want to be with him, and now he doubted she'd even feel comfortable working with him again, with how long he'd been staring at his shoes at that point.

Arceus. She'd already graduated college somehow, and he'd just barely gotten into a reliable way of gaining money. She was a girl from Sinnoh, where trainers like her wore tanktops and miniskirts in full blizzards. He could hardly walk down the street without falling and needing medical assistance. She was so out of his league that it was laughable to think about the fact that he had ever considered her.

”Sun,” she said again, her voice softer now, but no less pitying, "It's not your fault." 

How couldn't it be.

“I don't blame you," she added, almost reaching out for his shaking wrist, but stopping short when she saw the look on his face, ”It's not like I'll stop working with you, we're dexholders.“

Was that all they were to her? A couple of coworkers?

He tried to tell himself that he was being ridiculous. That there was no way he should have assumed she'd like him back, that there was no reason why he should be reacting like she'd hit him with some terrible insult. He had no idea why he was acting like she didn't have a perspective in all of it as well. Seriously, how would he feel if someone he worked with asked him out and then acted like the entire world was ending when he said no?

She didn't have to explain why she didn't want to date him, why was he letting her?

”-really I never got a chance to date anyone, I didn't want to-“

Oh great. Now the science major was trying to explain romance to the guy she'd just rejected. He pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, noticing the familiar burn of almost crying in his throat. 

Oh great. Now the guy who'd gotten rejected was making his crush feel like she needed a reason not to like him back. Now he was just being a bad friend.

”Moon,“ he said, stopping her in the middle of her sentence. ”It's okay, you don't need to say anything if you don't want to, you can just pretend I never asked okay?“

She must have noticed he sounded more serious than normal (and that his voice was the croak of someone with the flu) because she looked worried. Seeing this, he abruptly changed his mind from earlier. Worried was a way worse look than apologetic on someone who had just rejected you.

”Oh but I-,"

”No seriously, it's okay, I'm sure I'm not up to normal standards- which is fine by the way- you don't have to..." he trailed off, seeing her face morph to “offended" for a brief moment. (Oh Arceus, that was EVEN WORSE than worried.)

”Sun, that's what I was saying,“ she said, thankfully sounding less offended and more amused (how that was a “thankful” was beyond him), ”You're great, I just... ah...“

Now it was her turn to trail off, and he felt the bite of tears in his eyes lessen a tiny bit. ”You're dating someone?“ he asked, horrified that he may be stepping on toes. He flashed through all the people the two of them knew between them. Lillie probably couldn't beat him up, but if she was Moon's girlfriend she'd probably cry when she heard that he'd asked Moon out, and that would be even worse. Gladion could probably beat him up. Hau probably wouldn't but crushing on a bro's girl was an even worse offense than crushing on a bro.

Or maybe it wasn't even someone in Alola! What about Sinnoh? Moon had just been back there visiting her sister, what if she had run into someone more fitting of her time than some roughed up guy from Alola? Sun's mind flashed through the other Sinnoh dexholders, landing on the blond triplets (Jun, Pearl, and Barry for good measure), all of whom made him look like an actual size toddler doll in comparison. Hareta was about Sun's height, but he made up for it with insane muscles and even more insane actions. That wouldn’t end well for someone as scrawny and injury prone as Sun. Koya was a police officer, that wouldn't end well. Mitsumi was a better battler than the champion AND made Sun look like a toddler in height, that wouldn't end well either. Diamond wasn't outwardly malicious or mean, but he could cook a mean meal, and Sun knew he wouldn't be able to resist if it was poisoned.

Oh Arceus, poison. Moon could totally poison him if she wanted.

But Moon spluttered out a, "No!” so fast and so aggressive that Sun couldn't even step away from her before she did. His racing thoughts relaxed slightly (though his speeding heart did not) and he looked at her in her dark eyes as she smiled lightly.

“No Sun, I am not dating anyone, and I don't think I ever will.” She said it so kindly it was like she was preparing to put him down later.

"Oh?“ he squeaked, trying to get some of his usual humor back in his voice as he said, ”Was this that bad of a conversation?“

She shook her head but lent him a bit of a smile. ”No, that's not why.“

”Oh.“

He was back to looking at his feet, though this time he had the nerve to kick a little sand around.

“Sorry for asking you then.” he murmured, feeling her hand light on his shoulder and seeing her tropical patterned shirt grow a little nearer. She hummed a little, and before he knew what to prepare for her arms were around him and her chin was up by his ear in a tight hug.

He didn’t think he’d ever been hugged so genuinely by her before.

He didn’t want her to let go.

“We’re friends,” she said, pulling back but leaving her hand on his shoulder, “you don’t have to apologize for something like that.”

“Better than coworkers?” he asked, “Even though you’ll see me at the lab tomorrow?”

She smiled and began to walk away, “Definetly.”

He wished she wouldn’t.

Just being told it was okay didn’t make him feel better.

-

Notes:

Ehehe I love them ever so much. Comments are very appreciated!

[bluesylveon2]

Book 7 pt 6 Thoughts:

I love this character development for Sebek 🥹 Hopefully he makes more friends once this overblot is all over. He better join the first year group or so help me

The Dawn Knight is not a fairy but I feel as if this was his blessing to his son because Silver gets to experience this

Aka LILIA!!! It makes sense why Maleanor hugged the egg a lot. Also, tell me why this egg chamber gave me KH vibes and I was lowkey expecting some guys in a black coat to appear

GLORIOUS MASQUERADE RETURN??? Rollo coming back??? Fr tho, it’s cool that Lilia got to visit the City of Flowers before everyone else

Not Lilia singing the lullaby too 😭

A+ parenting from Lilia 😂 imagine if he had Silver cry out his problems but I doubt he did. He probably ran to comfort him the moment he shedded a tear

HELP WHY DOES MALLEUS LOOK LIKE A POKEMON?!?

Now we’re getting the Shroud brothers!!! I’m lowkey glad that Lilia recognized that it was all a dream and now he can distract Malleus while the others wake up. Also, I thought we were moving straight to Pomefiore (and Savanaclaw Rook) but I forgot that we haven’t even woken Idia up yet! Oops lol

[beddybites]

i got a ton of asks in my inbox so im just going to put all of them here so i don't spam u guys with it haha

this is really the only guy i use. felt pen on clip studio is excellent for the sketchier style i like! when it comes to coloring i just use a basic solid brush !

i imagine they do, and they each get assigned a baby (tanjiro with giyuu, inosuke with sanemi, and zenitsu with obanai) but it lasts for barely a day. inosuke has no idea what hes doing and obanai cant stand zenitsu

tengens wives find the situation hysterical but they help out however they can. ofc they all fight over tengen. they love helping out with the kiddies but they especially enjoy taking care of the younger ones-- they think mui, mitsuri, and shinobu are adorable! tengen definitely tries to flirt with them but hes a cringe fail ten year old

kanao, aoi, and the butterfly girls all help out as well. kanao and shinobu are typically glued together

shinjuro and senjuro are shocked to see rengoku (and obanai) and while shinjuro is pissed off at first, he can't Not take in his boys. senjuro and little obanai are super similar in nature so

urokodaki, tengen, and nezuko are worried but excited about giyuu's transformation. they're like lets freaking go. good childhood moment

and of course genya thinks the situation is hilarious and hes happy to get to spend time with his brother, although he's VERRRRY awkward. he's a bit avoidant at times but usually gyomei and tanjiro can talk him

aw thank you! to answer your question;; shinobu and gyomei basically spend time with him and are attentive to his wants/needs to help him recognize he does matter. rengoku and the others help with this! essentially love language stuff and affirmations and what not

ill be honest i totally forgot about this. yea! i would say the babies are only put in a very specific area of the manor and they deep clean it constantly. if they have a good amount of sick/wounded i imagine they have gyomei or etc take them in. im not sure! in my mind the hashira all rotate and babysit and etc

this 100% happens. urokodaki learned the news and had never traveled to the headquarters so fast

ohh this is a fun question! truthfully im not sure what the answer to this would be... i appreciate all the questions/ideas/etc!! if anything id love to have more questions about general characterization stuff, since thats my favorite favorite favorite to talk about!!! maybe more questions about like... what their relationships are like, do they have nicknames for each other, that sort of thing... idk! either way im glad people are interested :D

sanemi tries to make them laugh. he remembers his little siblings always cheering up when he would make silly faces and sounds, so he does that here

giyuu awkwardly pats the other baby's back/head and is like "there there" ... he remembers how sabito's hugs would make him feel better so he awkwardly hugs the other. most of the time obanai/sanemi stop crying purely bc they're confused as to why giyuu is hugging them

obanai would usually talk them out of it, but he can't do too much since he's restricted to baby babble. so instead, he will try to find one of their toys and "gift" it to them. ex giyuu was sobbing hysterically until obanai found his fox plushie and gave it to him

awww shucks... stop it u guys.....!

im doing ok!!! hanging in! got 3/13 commissions done so busy busy!

also, for future ref, i prefer being called "bite" !!! i know a lot of people call me ghost, so i just wanted to take a moment to correct that :D

awwwwww this is so sweet!! thank you so much!!!!!!

defintely one of the rodent pokemon. my favorite pokemon changes constantly but im told i have mimikyu / teddiursa / bunneary vibes. i also like espurr. i have no idea UWEIHRWE

i think he would be a little awkward at first but he would get the hang of it. most of what he does is just keep them entertained and make sure they arent sick or hurt. though he eventually builds up the courage to ask if he can feed obanai. from that point on whenever muichiro is babysitting he's the one offering to feed him, though someone else has to make the bottle-- he doesn't know how to do that

this is canon

Hands down, Obanai. Though I also feel really sad for Gyomei and Muichiro, and I think Tengen's story (what we know of it) is pretty sad. I don't like comparing traumas, though! but yeah. obanai is. wow. poor guy

and to those of you sending art requests; i see them, i promise! commissions come first, so they may take time for me to get done!

thank you guys for all the questions! i always love checking my inbox and getting an excuse to talk about things...

[harlowtales]

Big fight between Reader x Jack on his birthday releases tension in their relationship.

⚠️ toxic dynamics 18+ only ‼️

Jack and Urban blew out the candles together on their Pokemon cake. As the candles fizzled out and left trails of smoke Jack realized you were gone. “Where is she?” He wondered concerned “Babe?” Jack called out in the hallway of the bar where the women’s washroom was trying to find you. Rumbling beats filled the dark hallway. He didn’t hear you crying until he got closer.

He knocked and pounded “Baby? You ok?” He said not 100% sure it was you in there sobbing or some other drunk girl. He pressed a diamond studded ear to the door that was reverberating from all the bass to distinguish your voice and confirm it was you. Unfortunately he was familiar with that cry.

“Y…yeah???” You said shakily through your tears

“Baby what’s wrong. You disappeared. We sang happy birthday. Urb’s worried too.” Jack said through the door

You didn’t answer. You just couldn’t deal with it anymore. With HER….with THEM. Why did they always have to be at everything Jack did. Not one time could he just not invite his exes. Always shaking their asses right in front of him. It was too much. They knew it bothered you and Jack never said anything. Just said his “friends” were playing around.

“Jack go away.” You said finally and seething with anger. “Just… leave me alone, that’s all I want now.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jack said banging on the door. “Is it the girls?”

“Gee how did you guess?” You said sarcastically

Jack sank down to the floor in front of the door. You were right and he knew it. He was torn between old friends and you knowing he had been with them in the past. He regretted telling you, but this was one thing he didn’t want to mess up. No lies, just straight up honesty. He knew you were the one. That being said if it was him in your shoes around guys you had been with that you kept inviting to everything, he’d lose it. “Babe I’ve told you they’re just like that.” He reasoned. He didn’t think he had to explain much as he showed you every day how he felt with hours on the phone when he didn’t really have time, gifts showing up at your door when he was gone, FaceTime no matter what time zone he was in, the wining and dining, making you the face of Phocus to bring you into the business, and not exactly hiding you when he posted on IG lately. He told you he was almost ready to go public. You didn’t know but there was an engagement ask in the works. His team was busy planning the whole thing behind the scenes. But right now tequila had kicked in and you were in no mood.

“They’re just like that?” You said angrily “Some of them have an Only Fans for fuck sakes Jack!”

“Ok but am I on it? Babe please. I don’t want to spend my birthday on the floor in front of this door. Open the door….PLEASE” he begged

“You’re on the floor?” You asked through your tears

“Yeah. You think I’m moving from here as long as you’re in there crying?” You heard him say faintly, muffled by the door and thumping beats.

You blew your nose, wiped your tears and after a few minutes you slowly opened the door. Jack stood up and hugged you tightly. “Oh my baby girl” he said holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Don’t fucking worry about them.”

“REALLY JACKMAN? Are you seriously looking me in my eyes and saying that?” You were a mess now. Your hair was dishevelled and your mascara was smeared. You pushed him away.

“Who am I fucking with?” He said irritated and raising his voice “Why we gotta do this every time?”

“Because your guest list needs to fucking change up that’s why, cuz you fucking playing around on me I just know it, them bitches is too bold with they booty all up in your face and what the fuck do you do? Laugh. You laugh and y’all have a great time and I see they stupid asses every fucking where, like what are you thinking? You know what? Fuck this shit I’m out. For good. You know how many guys I ignore? Nice guys too. Naw this is some bullshit Jack. I’m going to get some other business because your a fucking liar!” You pounded his chest and headed for the door but he easily blocked you and locked it. You furiously tried to get out.

“Are you done because I have something to say too.” He waited for you to finish going off but you weren’t going anywhere drunk and angry on his watch. He loved you even after all the things you just said and all that he knew he was doing to show you what his intentions were. Now in this moment he was hurt and mad. “We need to talk.” He motioned to a stall.

“Oh ok you want more smoke huh?” You challenged in full gangster mode.

He locked the stall door “Turn around” He ordered.

“Fuck you.” You shot back

“Turn.” He repeated

“I said…fuck y……” Jack put his hand over your mouth and his other hand found its way up your dress and yanked down your underwear. His eyes a wild brilliant blue piercing into yours.

“Jack!” You exclaimed breathlessly as you felt his fingers abruptly enter you.

“I’m too soft all the time so you think you can disrespect me but I am not playing. Do you understand?” He breathed heavily into your ear

“Yes. I do. I swear I do Jac…..Ugghhh” You said in delicious agony. He turned you around. His entry into you was slow and not graceful. Jack was gifted and as he opened you up your legs had to adjust and do extra duty to hold you steady. He picked up speed immediately and had you in a headlock as he proceeded to pound you so hard the whole stall was shaking and creaking. Jack was never this aggressive and you were trying to make sense of what was happening.

The sounds of loud tortured moaning and rapid slapping of your flesh collided in painful pleasure echoing throughout the bathroom. You were going to cum already. The tension mounting in your core with each thrust was like how the tension between the two of you had been building for months. He felt how wet you were getting and the tightening of your grip around him. It felt so good tears welled up in your eyes out of confusing ecstasy. “Jack…Jack please!” You pleaded hanging on to the stall door. You were pinned up against him in the tiny space as he relentlessly drove straight up into you in a rhythm that communicated how dedicated he was to his pain in this moment. Every vein was tensed. He was rock hard and void of sympathy for your screams.

He had never seen you lash out like this. You complained but never had this kind of an outburst. Sometimes he wondered if you cared as much as him but there was no doubt now. He was upset you thought all those things but was highly turned on by your display of raw emotion he had been craving at the same time. You felt his beard digging into your shoulder while he concentrated on making you feel every inch of him. Everything came rushing to the surface like all of your feelings.

He loudly called out your name “Y/N!” and shot a stream of desire into the furthest part of you. He stayed in you for a bit and held onto your ass trying to steady himself in exhausted frustration and satisfaction. He was drained. He wanted to send you a strong message that every ounce of passion he possessed was for you. He was mad at himself for making you question how much you meant to him. Knocking and pounding on the bathroom door jolted both of you out of the alternate universe you had been in for all of under 10mins.

“Hello! I need to fucking pee!” The voice said faintly through the throbbing bass in the club.

Jack pulled out gasping and you pulled up your underwear. “Babe” he said heaving “Let’s not do this ok?” You nodded trying to catch your breath not able to speak. You both walked out of the bathroom fixing your clothes and you gave the girl waiting to get in a smug smirk as you walked by. “Ooops! Sorry” you said in fake sweetness “Didn’t mean to hog the bathroom.” She glared back at you and Jack who flashed her a dimpled grin and flipped her off.

It was quite obvious what you had been up to. Your hair was still a bit of a mess and Jack was tucking his shirt back into his pants and readjusting his glasses. All the girls were looking you up and down in disgust as the girl fired off a text to them about what she had just seen. “Bruh” Urban said to Jack taking him aside “She was pissed huh?”

“Not anymore” Jack said “I let her know she’s the boss of these bitches.” He said tilting his head back and taking a long sip of well deserved water. “And I’m going to be changing up the usual VIP guest list.” He said looking around him making a mental note of who was on the chopping block. He shot you a look across the bar as you bit your lip and shot him a look back. You mingled and chatted happily with his friends and family in a totally different mood. “Happy Birthday to me.” He said to himself smiling.

***Had this sitting around since his birthday not knowing what to do with it***😈💋

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[couldtransitionsaveher]

HAU from POKÉMON SUN AND MOON

JUSTIFICATION:

"Hau is so sweet and so nice and she has had a very special place in my heart ever since i first played sun and moon. Her bulbapedia page describes her as 'big-hearted' and loves pokemon, pokemon battling (which she does mostly for fun but learns to take things more seriously when they need to be) and food! She generally kinda does whatever she wants and still is silly even when people (like Gladion in their first meeting) try to make her feel bad about it. Like i said, i've adored her for years but my trans headcannon/reading is a lot more recent, but now i will never un-see it. (also my trans headcannon for her and my autistic headcannon for her are holding hands in my brain so if it ever feels like this is also a autistic reading of her character you're not wrong.)

Everyone sees Hau as just different, a tad off in some way or another, she has the exceptions of fallowing her grandfather's path but all she really wants to do is make people happy. Her grandfather is a very important member in their community, he's a jolly old man but can be pretty intense. He specializes in fighting types and his own son (Hau's dad) ran off to avoid Hala's exceptions for him. to directly quote bulbapedia: "One of the villagers in Iki Town, where they live, comments that as a [girl], Hau had once witnessed Hala in a rage, which frightened [her] to the point of tears. Nothing Hala did could comfort [her], which he claims is the reason why Hala is "too soft" on Hau".

It's also said that she basically never cries, which is interesting to me. Like she's not any kind of masculine ideal or whatever but i feel like she was exposed to a bit of that 'boys don't cry' idea indirectly. The one time we see her cry is at the very end of sun and moon when her friend (and implied crush) Lillie is going away to have her own adventure. Hau says that she hasn't said everything she wanted to tell her and that she's going to write her a really long letter. This was the biggest fictional lesbian moment of 2016 for me. I don't know how anyone can think she's a straight cis boy after that and i still think about this moment all the time.

I personally read this all as Hau, who loves her family and her community, is given exceptions that on some level she can not handle. To stop being that happy-go-lucky, to stop being too 'soft', to stop the way she is inherently. The ideal end to her arc and story is her realizing that she needs to stop living up to expectations that others give her and finding her own meaning to her life and who she wants to be, and personally i think she would find out that she wants to transition. Thank you and good night." - @pigeon-wizard

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[m--rtyr]

I’m doing research into the history between anti-AI sentiment and exofascism… because someone online told me to and I want to argue that any roots between the two does not negate the anti-AI viewpoint.

But I’ve had to take a break because I get so riled up.

As someone with autism, chronic pain, and a variety of other illnesses, I hate when people try to use the ‘AI is good bc now disabled people can do art’ argument because it just pisses me off.

Like I don’t cause myself joint pain and migraines trying to draw just so someone with perfect mobility, eyesight and functioning brain can use me as an excuse as to why they can press a button and produce fake nudes of real people for funsies.

I do not draw despite intense nausea and fatigue and temporary-impaired vision just so they can sit there and make pokemon characters if they were black. I’m just sick and tired of being someone else’s scapegoat for an argument I don’t agree with.

‘But you wouldn’t have to cause yourself strife to create art if you used AI’ but I do anyways because I have such an immense joy when I create something with my own sweat and tears (I overheat and cry when I have migraines).

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Me roasting Sinnoh.

Turtwig: The most forgettable grass starter.

Grotle: Why aren't you ground type!?

Torterra: The weight of the world must weigh heavily on your back.

The cimchar line: Monkey...

Piplup: Noot noot!

Prinplup: Are the growths on your face painful?

Empoleon: The short king pokemon.

Starly: I don't see any stars on you.

Staravia: The fact that I can't think of any way to roast you shows how forgettable you are.

Staraptor: AKA, the emo bird.

Bidoof: I'll give you some respect for creating such a cult following.

Bibarel: How does it feel to be the most commonly used HM slave?

Kricketot: I think you're wearing your bib backwards.

Kricketune: And the reward for most ridiculous cry goes to...

Shinx: Holy shinx, I can't believe you're not a lion pokemon.

Luxio: Looks like this cat's going through an emo phase.

Luxray: The "why isn't this dark type" pokemon.

Budew and Roserade: Why were neither put in the same generation as your middle evolution?

Cranidos and Rampardos: Talk about total egg head.

Shielding and Bastiodon: How are either of you able to balance with those heavy shields on your face?

Burmy: You look really goofy without your cloak.

Wormadam: You can either have "Bigger Bush, Pizza slice, or "Why is this steal type? "

Mothim: How's stealth rock going for you?

Combee and Vespiquen: Finally, some bee pokemon that actually look like bees.

Pachirisu: Hide your seedots.

Buizel and Flotzels: I think these two got lost on their way to Sega.

Cherubi: The fact that the big cherry has to eat the small cherry to evolve is kinda fucked up.

Cherrim: Remember when this pokemon was impossible to catch in Legends Arceus?

Shellos and Gastrodon: Why do both forms have such beef with each other?

Ambipom: Ah, yes. The first of the many cross gen evolutions added to make weak pokemon stronger.

Drifloon: This pokemon is the definition of hide your kids.

Drifblim: Ah, a blimp, how scary!/s

Buneary: Its fur looks like it would make some top notch earmuffs.

Lopunny: This pokemon definitely wouldn't pass the censors nowadays.

Mismagius: This pokemon is the Whitney's miltank of the Paldea region.

Honchkrow: This pokemon takes the term neck beard too literally.

Glameow: Why would you give a cat eyeliner?

Purugly: Why are people calling this the ugliest pokemon when Loudred exists!?

Chingling: The first of the handful of random baby baby pokemon that were showhorned into gen 4.

Stunky and Skuntank: The fart joke pokemon.

Bronzor and Bronzong: These two have to be the most forgettable pokemon from gen 4.

Bonsly: Look ma, no hands!

Mime Jr: Was this pokemon really necessary?

Happiny: Why was this one of Brock's pokemon when it's not even rock type?

Chatot: Remember when you could make this pokemon swear?

Spirtomb: How does it feel having the fairy type take away your gimmick of having no weaknesses?

The gible line: I exist, so I must bite.

Munlax: Excuse me, but the Muppet show is auditioning in the other room.

Riolu: It is more useful than most baby pokemon.

Lucario: Gamer's first fur bait pokemon.

Hippoptas: How was Ash able to carry one on his head!?

Hippowdon: I wonder how many people mistook the female version for a shiny.

Skorupi: Sure, let's remove any scary aspect of a scorpion. Why not?

Darapion: Do the arms coming out of your head hurt?

Crogunk and Toxicroak: One Psybeam and you're dead.

Carnivine: It's incredibly ironic that this pokemon is weak to bug types despite also eating them.

Finneon and Lumineon: 💤💤💤

Mantyke: I can't get over how this pokemon looks high off its ass.

Snover: One ember and you're dead.

Abomasnow: I wonder if people decorate this pokemon for Christmas.

Weavile: Look at this Shadow the hedgehog wannabe.

Magnezone: I'm surprised this pokemon doesn't have levitate as one of its abilities.

Lickilicky: It's ironic that your tounge's shorter than your pre evolution's.

Ryperior: Insert Rhyferior joke here.

Tangrowth: This pokemon looks like it would be used by hippies.

Electivire: The electric yeti.

Magmortar: It looks like it has an easter egg for a body.

Togekiss: This pokemon has been arrested for joy dust trafficking.

Yanmega: This looks like it could be dragon/bug type.

Leafeon: Photosynthesis....Photosynthesis....

Glaceon: It's sucks that you can't get this pokemon until really late into the game.

Mamoswine: Mmm prehistoric bacon...

Porygon-Z: This is why you don't download Windows on your Porygon2.

Gallade: You know you only exist so that insecure men don't have to worry about their male gardevoirs making them question their precious sexualities, right?

Probopass: This pokemon is smashing.

Frolass: And you only exist to make the reason gallade exists less obvious.

Rotom: It's name is just Motor backwards.

Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf: These pokemon look more like mythicals than legendaries.

Dialga: So are they friends or enemies with Celebi?

Palkia: The "why is this water type" pokemon.

Hetran: Why was this pokemon the first legendary to have a gender ratio?

Regigigas: The pokemon with the most crippling ability.

Giratina: It has a worm form.

Cresselia: The most beautiful rubber ducky.

Phione: The most unnecessary mythical.

Manaphy: Why was this given a baby pokemon?

Dakrai: Definition of "Ow, the edge".

Shaymin: This looks like a chia pet.

Arceus: You'd think this pokemon would be a legendary rather than a mythical.

[fallershipping]

I've been seeing myself rant and be angry far too often for my liking recently. I gotta tone it down by a lot and tackle the insecurity part of it.

When I started out this blog, Looker x Anabel was for certain a rarepair. Not sure what you'd call it now since I've given it so much love and art, but there are times when I swirling thoughts of insecurity. Nothing more than just pesky pests, but maybe just enough flying around to cloud my vision so I don't see the forest for the trees.

I think I just feel like my works, and perhaps by extension myself, the sort of odd one out. My artwork starting this blog out wasn't quite as polished as my preference for my modern work and I felt jealous of some other people in the Pokemon Interpol fandom pumping out gorgeous pieces. Stuff with great anatomy and great style. When I focus on that, I struggle to accept my own style, my own handle on human anatomy, my own grasp on color and background and why can't these people look as good as this person's work?

It's all internal, when I truly abstract it. I feel bad for once or twice I've seen my OTP or art referred to as 'boring' or 'annoyingly everywhere' or 'forced het garbage.' It does upset me so much that something that can bring me intense joy and comfort can the complete opposite for someone else, and that my actions could make someone else upset. I don't think anyone does but we have to live with it right? Fuck I'm actually crying as I type this.

Sometimes I can't help but feel lonely in the fandom. Like I'm just "that one person who ships these two for some reason," when they much rather see the characters with someone else or some other characters drawn or just anything else. I get lost in my thoughts questioning if my own tastes and passions aren't good enough, when they're just mine and that's all they're supposed to be. That my art is too flat compared to this person, too unfinished, too empty.

It's funny to think that I got attached to a ship of effectively two castaways. Two people with a very rare and hard to ever understand backstory-- torn from their homes, their home dimensions, having floated through space.

And all they ever wanted was a friend who knew how they felt when it seemed like the world didn't understand. Someone to rely on when everything hurts, when you feel like you lost yourself.

It's important to me. And when it is perverted or misunderstood or written off as something I do not stand for ... I guess it hurts. I guess it just hurts, just like everyone else.

addendum: it is probably a very personal thing for me that it's not just shipwise but i always felt like i was the odd one out growing up. i had niche interests, a lot of kids thought i was weird, I didn't fit in with girls and i didn't quite fit in with boys, such and such. i guess it manifests into my passions and it builds over time when i feel like i am just kinda alone.

[silver-itallics]

Last Light

Warnings: canon typical violence, heavy angst, hurt no comfort, you guys will be mad at me

a/n: I was thinking about when Leigh mentioned in the saw commentary that someone wrote a monologue from Lawrence's point of view after leaving the bathroom and I wanted to write one for Adam

"I'm a liar?"

"I wouldn't lie to you."

Liar, lies. Seems like either way, Adam is getting screwed over.

He sits in the dark, dingy bathroom, his eyes still struggling to adjust. His throat is raw and aching from all the screaming and crying. Not even the hardest sex could have done that to him.

God, he's really gonna die having fucked one person.

All of his relationships were mediocre, even the platonic ones. Scott treated him like shit, the guy probably hasn't even noticed that he's gone.

Has anyone?

Lawrence is someone that would be noticed, he's got a wife and kids for fucks sake.

"I've got a family too, Lawrence! I don't talk to them anymore, that's my mistake. A mistake I'd like to fix."

One of the last things he remembers at the apartment is scribbling "Call mom?" On a crumpled post it and sticking it to the wall. The paper has probably fallen down by now. Forgotten.

Are his parents even looking for him?

Probably not. They probably haven't noticed either.

Everything that Adam does ends up screwing him in the end, just like this. But he can't really blame anyone but himself, can he? Not even $200 was worth being stuck in this bathroom. Doesn't even soften the fact that he'll probably be here forever.

The money was meant to go for his food. Not a camera, not developing fluid, not even that shiny new pokemon game Adam wanted. Food.

A necessity he barely even had.

"Why? Call it my need to eat."

He remembers snapping at Lawrence like it was the most obvious answer. But food is a luxury even Adam can't afford. The guy lives off of ramen noodles and sodas from the gas station. Sometimes he even wonders why he never gained any weight since he ate such shit.

His mom was never the greatest cook, but he'd take soggy meatloaf and unseasoned mashed potatoes any day.

At the thought, Adam's stomach rumbles. His guts ache from hunger, but he's not a stranger to it. That's usually how his day goes.

He can't even blame Jigsaw for trapping him here. But in all honesty, Adam has done so much self sabotaging, that he's probably done worse to himself than the man that left him here.

He's felt worse betrayal than when the dead man stood up, peeled the fake skin off his skull and left him here.

"Game over!"

Dead man. Adam squints in the darkness, trying to make out Zep's corpse. He's not even sure why. The first time he saw a dead body, or what he thought was one, he puked his guts out into the tub. Couldn't even keep down his latest meal.

He'll probably starve even quicker now.

The room smells like blood, and his fingers are sticky from the same substance. Not only is he a voyeur, he's a killer. Maybe his last girlfriend was right: he's too angry.

Adam isn't very good at anatomy, at least the human side of it. But he knows he broke through layers of skin and bone when he'd crushed through the hospital orderly's skull.

"It's the rules!"

Knowing now, he feels guilty. Awful, even. Guy probably had a family too, even if he was a bit of a creep. Where do you draw the line of deserving a family? What's so bad that you no longer are worthy of someone related by blood? Adam's probably the worst person to ask that.

He'd stormed out on his parents after a petty argument, an excuse to leave. One that he'd been wanting to have since he was seventeen. Somehow, he'd convinced himself that they wouldn't accept him, even if they let him drop out of high school and didn't even call the cops when he left. But was that tolerance or pure disinterest?

Maybe he's not a total waste of time, since his mom had called not long before he got his power knocked out the same way he was.

"Adam, your father's not angry anymore."

Lawrence had a home, a family. A good one, too. The pictures he saw of Diana and Alison made him crack a smile. At least before the one with them tied up. He shivers, probably both from disgust and blood loss.

His shoulder aches, oozing blood all over his shitty thrift store clothes. Adam understands why Doctor Gordon left. He has some place to go, people to welcome him home with open arms. Most places Adam went, he wasn't even noticed.

He kicks with his right foot in anger, the chain rattling as he does. The metal bites into his skin and the amount of pain he's in is just frustrating at this point. Adam screams, but his voice is raw and broken.

As much as he hopes the doctor will come back for him, at least he has half the brain to know that Lawrence probably won't make it. The man that he's had the first physical touch from in months is probably bleeding out in the sewers, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He doesn't even have a choice to cut off his foot like the doctor did. Sure, the blood loss will probably kill him, but Adam is sick of waiting around for something to happen. A job to drop, a phone call.

But he can't even do that.

The hacksaw he found in the toilet had snapped in half. A result of his ever consuming anger. Seems like everything he does leads back to that.

"I see a strange mix of someone who's angry, yet apathetic. But mostly just pathetic."

If Adam isn't angry at the world, he's angry with himself. He feels like a waste of space on the good days and a tumor on the face of the earth on the bad ones. At least with photography he felt like he had a purpose, even if it was supplying creeps and weirdos with material. He wasn't really helping anyone, was he? Even Tapp ended up dead.

But Lawrence helps people. Even if he thought the guy was initially a jerk, Adam admires him. Misses the man's blood stained hands as he cupped his cheeks.

"I wanted to be a vet."

That way, he'd benefit the world somehow. Even if he was pulling tennis balls out of dogs' throats or cleaning up puke every day. He'd much rather smell vomit, as he's getting quite sick of the coppery scent of blood.

"That's nonsense. I've seen kids with brain cancer graduate high school from a hospital bed."

"They got further than I ever did."

Adam has been pretty able bodied his whole life. While he'd consider it a nuisance that his body doesn't match up with his own view of himself, that's not a disability.

Maybe his parents wouldn't even mind, maybe they'd help him with the cost of surgery and injections. But he hadn't even told them. His parents barely know who he is. Adam barely knows himself.

"What do voyeurs see when they look in the mirror?"

Nothing. The answer is nothing.

He's like a leech, sucking the energy and luck out of everyone around him.

Now he's left to sit in his own grave- metaphorically and literally. He probably won't even have the luxury of being buried or cremated.

Hopefully someone will come around and put him out of his misery. Like a calf with two heads or a dog with rabies.

But until then, he's left to wait.

[arvensimp]

YFSK Preview, pt. 4.1

I know i've been super duper quiet, but I promise there's a good reason. Please forgive me and accept this teaser for part 4.

“Hey! I dunno if you’ve been keeping track on your end, but Kiki is gonna be graduating from Blueberry, and I know it would mean the absolute world to him if you were able to attend the ceremony.” Carmine called, nearly out of the blue one day to inform you. Her brother had apparently been a part of a trial class that not only earned a high school diploma but also continued on for a few more years as part of a pilot Bachelor’s degree program in pokemon battling. From what you understood, it was basically like a feeder system to train new gym leaders and Elite Four hopefuls.

You look down at your ballooning tummy,

"Congratulations to him! When is it exactly though…?"

You wince and resist the urge to suck your teeth when Carmine gives you the date.

"Ahhh... I'm so sorry, I've got something at that time."

"For real? You can't just ask for time away from your league for even a weekend? This would REALLY mean the world to Kiki..."

"I'm sorry, but…I won't actually be allowed to fly by that point."

"Allowed? What kinda terrorism have you gotten into?"

You snort a laugh. "Pssh, nah. It's... It's medical actually. Here. Lemme, uh..." Without hanging up, you send over the most recent ultrasound photos. Your baby still kinda looks like a Munna in there, but she should get the point. Or, at least you assume she does when you hear the sound of crashing and fumbling on her end.

"You're having a BABY?????"

"Uh...haha, yeah. The due date is, like, a week after Kieran's graduation, so... I, y'know, can't fly. I'm really sorry. I'll be sure to send a gift though!"

"A BABY?"

"Yup. I can hardly believe it myself, most days."

"I didn't even know you were seeing anyone! Who is this guy? Why didn't you let your incredible Unovan friends suss him out for you?"

Another wince. "...About that. Yeah... He's not...um. In the picture."

"What? How? Why? Whomst would even dare? Do I need to kick some ass?"

"It's...." You still haven’t gotten used to talking about the subject. "It's a lot. Don't. ...Don't worry! Really! I have tons of support! It's fine. For real."

Carmine absolutely isn't buying it. "Mm. Fine. I guess I get why you can't make it to the graduation. Could we come visit afterwards though? Like I get you probably wouldn't want us there immediately after he graduates. But...maybe like a few months later? Give the thing a chance to develop an immune system?"

"I can't promise I'll be a great host, but... Well, it would be nice."

"Don't worry yourself none! I've changed diapers and stuff before if you end up needing a nap while we're around!"

-

So around the time Basil is 3 months old, the Kitakami pair head to Paldea.

Of course, Basil is having a rough time of it, screaming his little lungs out as they're knocking on the door, so you can only hope that you don’t look as frazzled as you feel when you welcome them in.

"Hey! Hello! Please, come in, come in. Make yourselves at home.” You give the pair a hug at the same time, barely able to register them beyond the fog of ‘TAKE CARE OF BASIL, TAKE CARE OF CRYING PROGENY, TAKE CARE OF BABY’ that alarms through your brain. “I'm really sorry, but I just need to feed Basil real fast. That should hopefully get him sleeping and happy again."

You usher them in and invite them to sit on the sofa, the TV is theirs, and you hide away in the bedroom to nurse. A few minutes later, Carmine gently knocks on the door and asks if she can be of any help. You joke through the wood that the dishes need doing when she presses past the feeble ‘it’s fine!’ that you offer.

"Kiki! Take care of the dishes, yeah?"

"On it!" You hear, softer.

"Okay, what else?" She continues.

"No! Just. Just relax, please."

"Nah, I'm gonna tidy up. Kay? You just keep feeding the chonklet there, and we can catch up when you're done."

You come back out to the room, and it's not Clean, but it's definitely more put together. You also hear the hum of the dishwasher from the kitchen.

"You guys...." You start tearing up, and both siblings immediately swoop in to hold you. Carmine strokes your hair, shushing you. Now that you’ve got your child content, you have a moment to comprehend your guests.

Kieran is. Bigger.

"I... I promise I'm not this pathetic! I can handle this. Plus, I... I have folks here who can help... It's just hard..." You snivel, sounding way more pathetic than you mean to sound.

"It's okay that it's hard..." Kieran finally pipes up and his voice is definitely deeper since you last heard him. Not a bass or something, but there's been a change there. "This is more or less the hardest thing in the world, right? And we all know you're the strongest person there is, so...ya know. It's okay. You...you can do this. And you can feel overwhelmed."

-

They end up staying for about a week or so, and on the night before they're due to fly back, Kieran pulls you aside while Carmine is grabbing takeaway for dinner. He's fidgeting with his hair a bit, tapping his foot, but he's doing his best to meet your eye.

"I'm staying." He declares.

"What? Like you're gonna look for a job here?"

"Yeah! I know I'm not as strong as you, but I'm certain I could get a job in your league or...or maybe even at your alma mater, maybe. I... I'd need to do a teaching cert in Paldea for that, probably, but..."

"Wow! So you liked it that much here? That's great, Kieran. I can help you learn the language if you want. I can also see if Nemona has any real estate connections. We'll try to find you a place when you're ready to get back, and hopefully by then you'll have a job, and you can get started wi--"

"No! I mean... I'm. I'm not going back to Kitakami." One of his hands grabs yours and the other rests gently on Basil, sleeping soundly in your arms. "He needs...a...a father figure, y'know? I..." Kieran swallows thickly. "I can do that. I'm... I'm a man now."

"Kieran..." You shift slightly, freeing a hand from your bundle while keeping him balanced in your arms. You trace a palm along the older boy--no, man's cheek, your callouses having grown softer in recent months. You can feel where he's begun to grow consistent stubble. Wow... He really did grow up.

"I... I'm not going to keep you from reaching your fullest potential out there. You're welcome, more than welcome, to come visit any time, but... You're not thinking clearly about this. About what you think you're signing up for."

"I AM though!" He raises his voice, showing some hints of the anger he holds onto. "I'm READY for this! God, why can't anyone TRUST me?!"

All the yelling wakes up Basil, who cries, startled. Kieran quickly scoops him up and out of your arms, attempting to soothe the baby.

"Aw, geez... I'm sorry, little guy... I didn't mean to make you upset... Shh, shh... It'll be okay..."

The momentary flare of anger you felt at having your son torn from your grip is placated as you watch Kieran hold him so tenderly. Your heart melts... You lose all affection you may have secretly held onto in your heart for Arven, that loser.

Kieran is here. Kieran is capable. Kieran... Kieran can do this.

"Okay..." You softly tell him once Basil has calmed, the single word hanging in the quiet between you for a moment.

"...Okay?" He parrots.

"You... You can stay. You... You'll be his father."

Then y'all DO IT.

THE END

april fools :)