Random General Poké-World Headcanons
—“A Snorlax slept in traffic” is a legitimate excuse for missing work despite the rarity of owning a car. If used too often, then the employee will have to prove that the convenient Snorlax in question is real. Munchlax rarely evolve unless they know they can eat their fill.
—Genuine skeptics are rare to find in this world due to Ghost Types, mediums, and actual psychics existing as common knowledge. Non-ghost type ghosts are a complicated issue inside scientific communities when discussed.
—Trainer’s Licenses allow people to participate in official competitions, you can technically own a pokémon at any age. Certain species are black listed to take care of casually and can be confiscated if found dangerous enough.
—The winner of the league tournament gets the privilege to challenge the Elite Four then the region’s Champion. Even if the Champion is beaten, it takes several years being mentored under them to take their place. The duty to the whole region needs a worthy successor.
—Occasionally strong enough trainers can issue a challenge to the Elite Four directly. Usually battle facility trainers do this to keep their skills sharp. Exhibition matches rarely count on a trainer’s win-lose-tie record.
—Breeder rejected or breedject pokémon tend to make up the bulk of most non-regional starters given away to new trainers.
—Wild encounter shiny Pokémon tend to have better immune systems than bred ones.
—Several talented Zoroark have tricked humans for years establishing lives for themselves in some regions. They even get hired at jobs taking the shifts no-one want to normally take.
—Intelligent enough Pokémon can be arrested if they shown to be aware enough about laws and the consequences for breaking them.
—Legendaries occasionally bond with humans enough to hang around. Other times they will make nuisances of themselves in public areas.
—An actual job is cleaning up routes of spare potion bottles and broken poké balls. Muks can be trained to target specific waste material.
—Not all ghost-type pokémon interactions are malicious. As the only “immortal” type, they can get lonely without companions.
—Sometimes young pokémon show genetic traits of a different species father. (EX: A Happiny showed incredible feats of strength hours after being born lifting her trainer. Might have had a fighting type father…)
—Pokémon sometimes leave their eggs in the company of humans if they have too many future offspring. Some do this in heavily Weavile populated areas most of the time.
—Old-fashioned potions might heal more energy, but modern ones disinfect the hurt area far better. Revives are stored in Diamond shaped containers for easy storage.
—There are still people who don’t believe in bonding with their pokémon. Despite these bonds being key for some species to evolve, they still disregard recorded footage of trainer pokémon shrugging off status conditions.
—Trainers can be fined for landing their flying pokémon on building rooftops. The weight might break something or upset the supports.
—Pikachu and Eevee regularly tie for the cutest pokémon in the world.
—One of the first families to form what is now modern law enforcement were the Jenny or Junsar clan. Most female officers wear similar wigs to honor the first Officer Jenny.
—A select few pokémon stay in their first forms for their entire lives.
—There being more than one Deoxys makes many scientists wonder if they have a home planet. Or if the species as a whole mutates from DNA in meteors.
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Thinking about Baby Malleus being mad at Lilia.
Baby Malleus who has some control of his powers and uses it to find the darkest and deepest corner of the castle that’s hard to reach.
He would fit, whether it’s under a bed or in some corner of a room being covered by wardrobes or something, and he would stay there.
He’s angry at Lilia and won’t come out. Lilia is too big to reach him and his arms too short. There’s some magic at play too.
Baby Malleus would stare at him petulantly and turn away in a huff. Lilia pleading for Malleus to come out and he can’t do anything because his magic is stronger than he expected.
Lilia didn’t know what was worse.
Malleus throwing a tantrum and burning his hair or this.
Where Malleus is oddly quiet and out of reach.
[It reminds Lilia of those times when Malleus was still in his egg. When he was trying desperately to hatch him. He was just as quiet and lonely. It makes Lilia that much more desperate.]
And it’s definitely this, when he’s so far away from him. It makes his heart ache.
When Malleus calms down and he’s in Lilia’s arms once more, Lilia breaths a sigh of relief. His arms that much tighter around the little one.
He won’t loose him again.
His son.
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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.
He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.
And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.
And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.
Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.
Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."
There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.
It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.
Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.
At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.
"Do you like to do anything?"
Nothing. Just silence.
Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.
Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.
Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.
And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.
He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.
Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.
So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.
"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"
"Don't."
He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.
Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"
"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."
It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"
The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."
Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."
And they fall back into silence.
Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."
He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.
(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)
At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.
Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.
("Tucker told me once--")
("Tucker?")
("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")
(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)
(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)
It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."
The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."
The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.
When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.
Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.
"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."
When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.
Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.
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I like to think that Leo one day decides to really play around with his portaling and teleportation abilities and see the full extent of them.
Like - continuously throwing one sword and teleporting to it while throwing the next one immediately and repeating this as long as he can to see how far he can keep it up without stopping.
Making little portals in the air that lead right up against the ground so he could potentially just stand on the portal in the middle of the sky.
Ultimate storage system - anything anywhere at any time is available if he knows where to get it (personally my headcanon for why he goes from two satchels to one in the movie.)
Phasing to avoid attacks - like, he could lightly toss a sword a single centimeter and teleport to it, and in that short amount of time he can completely avoid hits.
If they ever do go to space and end up on different planets, with enough training he can just…go there, whenever. Not only would this be great for being well traveled and having more places to go in general, but this also opens up more room for connections and allies that could assist them the next time they need help against a grand foe.
Leo can easily remove injured team members from a fight and get them help without having to account for transportation times.
On that note - Leo’s teleportation in particular acts on a particle level. It’s quite literally breaking him down into particles and remaking him every time he uses it. Both for him and for anyone he uses it on. Who’s to say it can’t be used for healing? At least for basic wounds.
None of this even touches upon the offensive potential of both portals and teleportation. Leo’s abilities flourish more as a support main, but that doesn’t mean those abilities can’t easily be used as weapons - and I don’t think I need to get into how exactly they can be. Portal chopping alone can take on a very different meaning…
Furthermore, I gotta wonder if he’ll always need the swords for this, or if he could one day be able to achieve the same results without them.
My point being - teleportation and portals are super OP. Even with the abilities Leo has in present they are so unbelievably adaptable and so fun to think about in terms of basic mechanics.
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I'm seeing increasing evidence that this isn't as common knowledge as we thought so, to aces:
Please do not tag content as aromantic if it's only about being asexual.
Even if you yourself are aro.
Even if it can technically apply to both.
If the post or pic or meme or whatever doesn't specifically include aromantics, it shouldn't be in the aro tags. It doesn't matter if you're aro yourself, that would be like me tagging every post I make as "bigender" just because I happen to be bigender even if the post itself isn't related.
We ask this because aromantic and asexual are not the same but many people mistakenly believe them to be, and constantly having ace content in aro-only spaces perpetuates this misconception. There are also many aromantics who aren't also ace and seeing them as the same thing excludes them in their own spaces.
Thank you.
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