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[iknaenmal]

4 the pokemon ask game - premier ball ? :-)

oooh i love doduo and magnemite and the ghastly line and cubone and lickitung and more hehe but my absolute fave is BULBASAUR

bobsor my belove d auagh

#bulbasaur #i love him sooo much #i havent played any gen 1 games except for lets go eeve which i dont think it counts #but when i play any of those im gonna get him and call him lettuce :] #ikna answers #voidcoretxt #ask game #pokemon

[anarmorofwords]

I kinda wanna write a better version of tlh where Tatiana is still insane but there's no Belial bc that makes zero sense to me

In this version there would be:

Kamanna done correctly with actual genderqueer rep and not toxic relationships

Barbra and Oliver bc fight me she didn't die

Genie and Filomena bc I love them and all the lightwoods are queer

The gracelet doesn't even happen bc I refuse to write that

Grace is pretty much still the same but she breaks off their(hers and james') relationship bc she notices that he loves Cordelia

No bad James. He's not a shitty person to Alastair, and he doesn't treat Cordelia like a sex object

Anna puts a stop to Kellington and Matthew's relationship before it gets serious. She also tries to get him to stop drinking all the time

Alastair apologizes around seeing them again for the first time. The merry thieves are a little reluctant because of some of the things he did but they don't actively try to keep him away from events that they're at

Matthew notices how Alastair looks at Thomas and locks them in the sanctuary with Genie and Cordelia's help

Grace gets badly injured due to a mistake in necromancy and Christopher helps her treat it without letting people know

Lucie meets Jesse, and falls in love ofc, so in order to bring him back successfully she asks Malcolm to train her in using her magic

Matthew opens up to his mom about the incident. She doesn't blame him at all and instead apologizes for often putting her work before him

Matthew finds out about Charles and Alastair because he found Alastairxs break up letter to Charles

Matthew, the mother hen he is, decided to attempt to murder his older brother, only being stopped by James who had been there at the right time

Kamala ends things with Charles and tells Anna that she still loves them and hopes that she will give her another chance

Anna told her that they needed time to think, and that she is worried how Kamala's reputation will be affected if anyone besides their friends and Anna's family finds out

Kamala respects her decision and doesn't contact her until Anna's ready to talk about things

The merry thieves don't ignore Christopher and they actively listen and help him

The merry thieves also aren't terrible to Grace bc they realize she's been isolated alone with Tatiana and 1) she might not understand what's saying/doing is wrong or 2) that sometimes she's trying to push them away so her abilities don't accidentally make them do something

Good tid parents

James and Alastair being respectful to each other despite personal differences

Matthew, Alastair, Kamala, Christopher, and Grace being besties, or as I call them, the neglected squad

No fetishizing mlm/wlw

Domestic cuddles and taking care of the other one when they're sick

Jesse/Lucie/Matthew pairing bc I love them and I refuse to pick between lucie/matthew and lucie/jesse

Christopher teaching Grace the elements(at the time) on the periodic table

Tatiana dies at the end yay

It's very unpolished and I'm open to b hearing any feedback and/or suggestions that anyone may have

The idea came to me and I decided it would be best if I told someone before I forgot

hi, I'm sorry it took so long,but I wanted to properly answer this and I keep having either internet connection issues or little time

DON'T BE SHY, WRITE THIS 👀

In all seriousness tho... THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION?!? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START I AM UTTERLY IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA, I NEED IT

Look, I've been on the verge of rewriting ChoI, and I keep saying I want someone to write a TLH that will live up to its potential, but I've never actually came up with a proper idea for it, and you?!! YOUR BRAIN DARLING THIS IS GENIUS

ok hold up I'll just react to each and every single one so

yes please?!? I mean it started off so sweet in EEV?! Also actually genderqueer Anna and not dancing around the subject like CC is doing now?! That's what they deserve, and that's what we all deserve too

yesss please. also just,,,, Barbara, the feminine, not-wanting-to-fight-which-doesnt-make-her-less-badass queen that she is, getting the page space and appreciation she deserves

that's actually brilliant?!? it would be so great, just imagine the new girl arrives for her travel year and Genie is completely awestruck. I'm so invested in Joshwood it's difficult to imagine not having them, but this is actually the only valid alternative?!

ok that's fine. I think it could still happen and be done well, but tbh for now... the gracelet doesn't seem to have done anything relevant to the plot itself? I mean yeah it messed up James's life and Jordelia, but what did it give Belial? Tatiana? nothing. It makes no sense atm.

could be! maybe she's still encouraged by Tatiana to befriend/seduce him, but without the gracelet it doesn't work out? or maybe James somehow manages to realize that she's in danger and he actually like,,,, kidnaps her? idk idk

yes. YES. just,,,,z James is a sweet compassionate literature nerd who accidentally makes a good leader and he actually cares about people, and not just judges them from his high horse; he does still have hero syndrome, but he's kind and respectful and overall a good character

ANNA INTERVENES ABOUT KELLINGTON PLZ. PEOPLE ACTUALLY NOTICE MATTHEW'S STRUGGLES. JAMES DOES, TOO, BECAUSE THERE'S NO GRACELET.

ok yes, so what about: basically TMT don't harass Alastair and accept his apology, and realize they were also being stupid and mean at times at the Academy (especially Math). Matthew doesn't want to accept Alastair's apology, because of The Sin, but his behaviour alerts the rest of TMT and they inquire what's wrong and he tells them about the sin and that's how he later tells his parents (because his friends encourage him) and as you say, she just hugs him and reassures him it's not his fault; so after that Matthew slowly begins to heal and accepts it wasn't Alastair's fault, and also since they've kind of adopted/started including Alastair in things, he can't help but notice he's actually changed and he even starts to grow fond of him

then like you said, Matthew notices Thomas likes Alastair PLEASE HE SO WOULD. I'm not sure about the Sanctuary, if it actually happens (I'll get to why later on), but him and Lucie get really invested in the matchmaking schemes, they include Genie/Kamala because these two are friends with Alastair (both? Or at this point only Kamala?) but they also share some Moments during their scheming/talking about love 👀 (yes I'm a Fairdale shipper, I think it's time to expose myself lol)

Which leads me to (sorry I'm going off order rn) YES YES YES LUCIE AND MATH PLEASE. A FELLOW SHIPPER, HELLO, NICE TO MEET YOU. But since we're actually fixing him then we can give Jesse a personality and I'm totally down for poly Math/Lucie/Jesse

Lucie seeking Malcolm's help in secret, morally gray heroine style?!? no, it's probably not legal. but also has there ever been a Shadowhunter like her? If the Law doesn't expect such situations, it can't really forbid them...

Plz Matthew ready to strangle the carrot when he learns about their relationship, YES. sure, maybe he's still not the biggest fan of Alastair, but he's seen how much the boy's been through and starts to develop an attachment to him, and besides, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE GROOMED AND TREATED LIKE THAT. He's SO MAD at Charles, and he confronts him about it - remembering Kellington as he does, and it makes him sick to think his brother would do the same thing to someone. Maybe he gets very emotional over this and later finally tells his friends about Kellington? Maybe they didn't know before, only Anna did? So when they all realize what was happening then they comfort him etc? Or maybe it's just Alastair that learns now, and the others knew before, and they share a bonding moment over that?

Injured Grace seeking Kit's help is a genius idea I didn't know I needed

Kamanna giving each other time and space and deciding they need to question their relationship and figure out if it actually makes sense would be great. Anna realising she's very privileged and Kamala doesn't have those same opportunities, and also in general realising coming out should never be pressured or forced. Just,,,, Anna being self-aware and respectful towards Kamala. Well-written Anna. Plz. Also Kamanna is actually developed and not just "in love" because,,,,, they're attracted to each other? Maybe even remaining friends while Anna makes up their mind?

yeah just TMT being more compassionate and less judgy because they're not written by Judith so her bias isn't projected onto them

It's not a want, it's a need. They adopt Alastair and Grace eventually. Like, maybe not literally - although, Grace? - but you know what I mean.

I think they all should just have various friendship dynamics and switch between them, because people need more than one friend group

no fetishizing, no watching your brother make out with his lover, yessss

yes domestic cuddles, affection, taking care of wounds, all those things. plz.

Gracetopher bonding over science yes

obviously. or maybe she's imprisoned?!

ok, now for some more notes/my ideas etc., if you don't mind:

I actually think Belial could still be featured? After all, I don't think Tatiana could do much on her own, and since she seeks help from demons, it makes sense to include a Greater Demon as well. But Belial would have to be a stronger villain, written better; I'll think more about this

if that was the case, the serial killer plot could still happen, but be done better. and it would allow for a scenario I talked about with @littlx-songbxrd to happen, where it's Alastair who's falsely accused of murder. It creates a great opportunity to explore some things, because we know Alastair is much more likely to be seriously suspected, considering all the prejudices and bad rep his family has and all that

...what do you say to well-written Jordelia? 👀 Cordelia hasn't been obsessively in love with James since childhood, she only had a crush then. And now that they meet again, she's fond of him but not in love, not straight away. They're both grown up, and different people, but as they spend more and more time together, they fall in love. What if Cordelia gets to flirt with some other boys first? What then. What if she ends up choosing James, instead of going for the only boy she's ever had feelings for and idealized since childhood. What if we even make it friends-to-lovers and have James be a little jealous at some point?! but not in a possessive awful way, just "oh damn oh no"

Now I won't know peace until this exists BUT THANK YOU

#ask answered #thank you this is brilliant #alt tlh #save for later #the last hours #tlh #anti cc #yes I'll be adding/thinking more about this I AM OBSESSED

[strangerdeer]

A Light Revenge

Awilda Flamel offers to help Saffron Clemont to make Peeves talk what he knows about the last Vault.  Awilda Flamel is my OC Saffron Clemont belongs to @staymay5​ Word count; 3 094 English is my second language • • • In the halls of Hogwarts, some giggles could be heard and the sound of wet shoes walking around. Awilda Flamel was walking in the halls and she was soaking wet. Once again the Poltergister Peeves had taken the opportunity to throw water balloons at her. And she wouldn’t have time to change her clothes since the next lesson was Defend Against Dark Arts, she wouldn’t be able to run down to the dungeons and then up again. She held out her arms while walking, thinking it would dry faster. Hoping that the books weren’t ruined.  Behind Awilda, she could hear quick footsteps. “Wil!” Awilda turned around when she heard her nickname being called. It was Saffron Clemont. Saffron stopped in front of Awilda and panted quietly. “What happened to you? Fell into the black lake?” “I will give you a clue,” Awilda said, still standing with her arms stretched out. “it starts with a P and ends with eeves.” Saffron sighed, she could have figured it out quicker it was Peeves if it weren’t she became worried for Awilda. “That old ghost,” Saffron muttered. “but why haven’t you changed?” “Well,” Awilda dragged it out. “Ms. Rakepick hates us being late, right?” “Right.” “And it takes 10 minutes to run down to the dungeons. But with my bad luck with the stairs, we have to count it as 13 minutes. Then get into my room and change takes a solid 7 minutes. And then run back up again which would take as well 13 minutes, which would be…” Awilda started to count on her fingers, basic math skills didn’t sit too right with her, she would have been better at it if Hogwarts had offered math lessons. “A half-hour,” Saffron said. “it would take a half-hour.” “Yes,” Awilda stopped counting. “and Rakepicks class starts in 10 minutes. So I decided to come like this instead.”

Saffron looked up and down on Awilda. She didn’t know any useful spells for this situation to help out. “I actually saw Professor Snape here nearby,” Saffron said. “he probably has a spell to dry you up.” “You think he will help me?” Awilda asked. “If he doesn’t want your house to lose points. Plus I think Rakepick won’t help you.” Awilda doubted that even Professor Snape would help her but she followed Saffron along. While they walked, with Awilda a little behind so she wouldn’t slip on her shoes, Awilda noticed that Saffron didn’t seem to be her happy self. As something was bothering her. Saffron walked with quick steps. She had seen Snape somewhere around as he patrolled the hallways. She hardly noticed Awilda was slipping behind her when she walked fast. But she had a lot in her mind. It was with the Vaults and apparently, Peeves knew something. When Saffron asked Peeves the other day, he just laughed at her, saying he wouldn’t say anything, and tossed dung bombs everywhere before flying off! It took Saffron the whole afternoon to wash off the smell. Since then she hasn’t seen Peeves. And she knows she is much closer now to find her brother and break the portrait curse. If only Peeves was willing to work– Saffron spotted a black cloak around the corner and now she jogged after. “Professor Snape! Professor Snape!” Saffron jogged around the corner and stopped her feet immediately when she saw Snape looking down on her with a disgraceful face. “No shouting in the halls Miss Clemont. 3 points from Gryffindor.” Saffron just nodded, 3 points wasn’t a lot as she had expected. “Professor Snape, do you know a dry-up spell?” “Why do you ask?” Snape hissed and looked skeptical at her. “Awilda Flamel has been attacked by Poltergeist Peeves and is soaking wet from top to toe.” “And where is Miss Flamel?” Saffron had thought Awilda ran with her, she looked behind her but there was no one there. But Saffron and Snape could hear the squeezing of wet shoes walking up behind the corner. Awilda walked up with her arms still stretched out and with the clothes dripping water. If Awilda had been in another house, she would have lost more points but Snape was the one who never took away points from his own house. Instead, he narrowed his eyes at Awilda and the girls could hear how he clenched his teeth together. “Miss Flamel,” Snape dragged out the words. “what is this supposed to be?” “Wet clothes,” Awilda responded short. “And why haven’t you changed up and made the halls slippery?” “Because Professor Rakepick will not allow me to be 30 minutes late sir.” Snape inhaled, he would neither let another teacher take house points away from Slytherin. He picked up his wand and cast a dry-up spell on Awilda. “Thank y–” “Detention Miss Flamel,” Snape interrupted her. “I will expect you in the kitchen this Saturday… for the sixth Saturday in the row.” Awilda nodded. “Yes sir.” “Now both of you, go to your class.” Neither Awilda nor Saffron hesitated to quickly walk with quick steps away from Snape. Awilda was surprised that it went well, she looked over at Saffron to thank her but Saffron had a worried face. “Something on your mind Saffron?” Awilda asked as they got closer to the classroom. “Hm?” Saffron broke away from her thoughts and looked at Awilda. “what did you say?” “I asked if something is on your mind. But I take it as a yes.” “Oh, is it that visible?” “Well, I have never seen you that worried before.” Awilda and Saffron stepped into the classroom, Rakepick stood there, was ready to start the lesson any minute now. “It is the Vaults,” Saffron whispered to Awilda as they took the two empty seats closest to the door. “I think Peeves knows something about this Vault. But when I asked him, he just flew off. And I have no idea how to make him tell me.” Saffron side-eyed to see that Rakepick gave her a sharp glare. She hasn’t told Rakepick anything yet and she rather keeps her voice low when discussing this with Awilda. “That is a problem… but I think I know someone we can ask help with that,” Awilda whispered back. “You’ll help me?” Saffron shined up. Awilda nodded with a smile. “Of course! I would gladly help you.” As she spoke she picked up her books from the bag but she felt something was wet. Saffron jumped a bit when Awilda slammed her books on the table that were soggy. One of the pages had fallen out of the book and was now crumbling on the floor with words that no longer were able to read. “There go my books,” Awilda sighed and now was shaking her wet bag, and out from the bag fell out a compass. “oh so it was there all along. Ben! I found your compass!” • • • “Don’t we need William to get into the Prefects bathroom?” Saffron asked when they stood in front of the bathroom. “No, I happen to know the password,” Awilda replied and turned to the door. “dungeon chocolate.” The door slowly opened and Awilda looked at Saffron. “Good job Wil, may I ask how you know all these passwords?” Saffron teased and gently elbowed her. “I just ask those I know who will share with me,” Awilda grinned. “I guess I’m that lucky to ask the right ones.” They stepped inside the giant bathroom. Awilda usually came here whenever she had Quidditch practice, but Saffron had only been there with Bill when they had to find clues about the Vault. “How come you have nicknames for everyone but for Bill you say his full name?” Awilda asked. “Oh, it is because I–” “Well, well, well.” The girls looked towards the bathtub and up came Duncan. The ghost they wanted to meet. “If it isn’t the two most disgraceful people I know,” Duncan flew up to them, clearly not happy. “He hates you too?” Awilda asked Saffron. “Yeah? Didn’t I tell you?” “No, I must have missed it, why does–” “Because her brother is as terrible as your brother Flamel!” Duncan shouted. He flew closer to their faces, floated a bit over the two. “Clemont left me to die, and your brother Flamel, he tortured me.” Saffron crossed her arms. How much was she actually willing to believe this ghost? Awilda seemed already bored with Duncan’s talk about how terrible her brother was, she has heard it all before. She didn’t believe Duncan at all whatever he said about her brother. “Right, can we take that another time though?” Awilda sighed. “ We want to know what ghosts’ weaknesses are.” “What?” Duncan spits out. “So you can torture me as well in the afterlife? Get lost Flamel! I’m not helping you!” “It isn’t against you!” Saffron stepped towards. “It is so Peeves will tell us about the Vaults, he hides something from us that can be useful!” “And also to get revenge on him for all the pranks he has done on us,” Awilda said. “It would actually be fun to get a prank on him,” Saffron agreed. Duncan was silent, he floated above them and sat leg crossed in the air, He closed his eyes for a short moment before he finally spoke. “Why do you think he knows about the Vaults, Clemont?” “I think he knows where it is,” Saffron answered. “please Duncan, it is the only way to lift up this curse and free Beatrice from the portrait. You have to help us.” “Help you,” Duncan snorted. “look what happened when I helped out your brother. I’m dead.” Awilda was about to lay a comment that Duncan wouldn’t die more to help them but she stopped herself, or else they would lose Duncan. “It would give you a reason to not hate on us,” Saffron suggested. “wouldn’t it be nice to see that bullying doesn’t necessarily run in blood?” Duncan was silent but his eyes weren’t narrowing as much as before. “Saffron is actually one of the kindest people I know,” Awilda slung her arm around Saffron’s shoulders. “she helps whenever and always stands up to her friends!” “Same goes to Wil,” Saffron put her arm around Awilda’s waist. “whatever you say about our brothers, we aren’t like them at all!” The girls smiled big towards Duncan, hoping he would soften up and help them. Duncan put his finger on his chin and thought for a second before he replied; “No.” “What?” the girls said in a choir. “You heard me,” Duncan said and laid back in the air, putting his hands back on his head. “it is your brothers’ fault I’m in this state in the first place, so why help you two? I enjoy them being gone.” “But what about other students?” Awilda let go of Saffron and stepped towards Duncan. “They haven’t harmed you in any way, are you going to be that pitty to let others suffer because you hold a grudge against us? Against our brothers?” Duncan changed his position now, and was now almost standing up. “Do you want more people to actually die and be ghosts like you?” Awilda continued. “Would you rather let this school die than help us?!” Saffron held her hand on Awilda’s shoulder, a sign to not get overboard. Saffron looked up at Duncan; “If you help us, you may have saved the whole school. Hogwarts needs your help Duncan, not just us. Please, we can’t let more people die at this school.” It was silent for a short while. Duncan’s grumpy face had changed to a more concerned look. His shoulder lowered when he sighed. “Of course I don’t want kids to die,” Duncan said without looking in their eyes. “but. . . I don’t mind being called a hero for saving them.” Duncan grinned at the girls, both Awilda and Saffron gave a nod. “Alright,” Duncan said. “I’ll help you, but listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself.” • • • “I found a duck,” Saffron held up a rubber duck. “I guess it is a toy.” “He is worse organised than my dad is,” Awilda said while placing out another balloon that floated in Peeves’ room. “I wonder where he gets all this from,” Saffron picked up a cube with a lot of colours on it. “you think he stole these?” “He steals a lot from Mr. Flich so I wouldn’t be surprised he stole from students too.” Saffron twisted carefully the cube and the colours changed their positions. “Hey Wil, do you think this is a good plan? I mean, do you think he will actually tell us?” Awilda stood still and looked at the balloon in front of her, thought for a moment before turning to Saffron. “If I shall be honest, I have no idea if this is a good plan. But it is a good way to scare him after all the time he has pranked us!” She stepped over some stuff and went over to Saffron. “Either if this works or not, we will still find the last Vault, with or without his help.” Saffron smiled at Awilda and gave a nod. She dropped the cube back to the floor there she had found it. “You’re right. It is kinda exciting to see if this prank will work.” “It will at least scare him!” The girls went silent when they heard the echo of laughter getting closer. They both took up their wands, ready to meet the poltergeist. Peeves floated through the door, holding his stomach while he laughed big and shredded a tear. When he opened his eyes, he let out a big gasp. Ten big balloons floating everywhere in his room and in the middle of the room stood two girls. Peeves' face changed now to an angry expression. “What have you done to my room?!” Peeves yelled. “We have placed out balloons,” Awilda answered. “each one of them contains a strong lightning spell within them. If we pop them off, it will be like the middle of the day in here.” “Camel Flamel would never dare to do that,” Peeves said. “Don’t test me,” Awilda said and raised her wand. “I have once dumped dung bombs on the famous Rita Skeeter, I wouldn’t be scared to pop off some balloons at you.” Peeves looked around in his little home. This was his home after all, where would he otherwise go and come up with more pranks, and witts if not in here? And what if they only pop off one and let the rest pop off at any other times when he isn’t expecting it? He narrowed his eyes at the girls. “What do you two want with me anyway?” “To tell us about the last Vault,” Saffron said. “you know where it is, don’t you?” “Perhaps I know, but I don’t want to answer.” “Then we let the balloons go off,” Saffron raised her wand. Saffron started to swing her wand and that made Peeves throw up his hands. “No!” “Will you tell us?” Awilda asked. “Fine fine,” Peeves muttered and flew to the big pile of dumpster.  Peeves started to dig and toss stuff all around the place. An old moldy sandwich flew over Saffron and Awilda, made them wonder why Peeves would have sandwiches laying around in this mess. “Here! I found it!” Peeves flew to the girls and held a portrait. It was a portrait of a knight standing in a hall. It seemed to guard something. “What’s this?” Awilda asked. “The Vault Portrait of course!” Peeves spitted out. “The one you’re looking for!” “It is a clue to get to the last Vault,” Saffron filled in and shined up. “this can help us a lot!” “And it makes sure you two leave me alone!” Peeves said and tossed the portrait to Awilda and she caught it even if she almost fell backward. “Now take your horrible balloons and leave!” “The thing is–” Saffron raised her wand and smiled towards Peeves. Peeves gasped and closed his eyes as Saffron popped off the balloons. But when he didn’t hear any laughter or got blinded through his eye locks, he peaked open. All the balloons had contained confetti in them. It flew colourful confetti through the whole room and landed on all three of them. “– they were filled with confetti,” Saffron finished her sentence. It was a silence for a moment before Peeves started to laugh loudly, howling with joy and holding his stomach. “You tricked me there really good!” Peeves said between his laughs. The girls smiled at each other for the successful prank and made a high five, a victory has been made. “I’m glad this went through,” Awilda said. “or we would have been screwed.” “Imagine if we would have to make big pranks to get Peeves respect,” Saffron got handed over the portrait and she looked at it. “things that would have gotten us expelled.” “It’s good that Duncan said scaring was a better alternative,” Awilda crossed her arms. “I can’t imagine what big pranks we would then have to do. Like, make the sky fall down? Make a troll fight on school grounds?” “Are those even pranks?” “Not really, it is just cruel sabotage and would make everyone scared.” “Like that time you put fire on Professor Snape’s cloak and everyone had to rush inside?” Before Awilda could answer, Peeves' laugh was above them and the two girls looked up at him. With their small chat, they completely missed that Peeves flew quickly away to get water balloons. As he let go of them he shouted; “Here’s what you get for pranking me!” They weren’t quick to move away and the girls got the water balloons over themselves. Awilda rubbed her eyes and Saffron made sure the portrait was okay, but Peeves wasn’t finished with them. He flew around the room, grabbed something that looked like a big tube of ketchup, and flew towards the girls. Peeves pressed the tube and out came glitter and got stuck all over the girls. “Now I’ve got my revenge on you two,” Peeves laughed. Awilda looked down on herself and saw the green glitter had stuck everywhere, even on her face. Spitted out some glitter and she looked over at Saffron, and the same thing had happened to her, except she had red glitter. “Sacrebleu,” Awilda muttered in french. “We match our houses at least,” Saffron said. “And we got the portrait, let’s leave before we get something more tossed on us.” Thank you for reading!

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #Saffron Clemont #Awilda Flamel #my fanfic #writing stuff you know #I was supposed to post this yesterday but I felt sick so I posted today instead! #feeling much better btw!

[little-feral-cumdumpsters]

Ash was growing more and more frustrated watching the fat assed Eevee walking in front of him. He’d swear that the female Pokémon is actually swaying and bouncing her butt to tease him, but he’ll snap as soon as they are alone and fuck her pillowy ass.

[This one was right up my alley. Thicc, slutty, feral shaped pokemon getting buttfucked, This was fun.]

Ash was starting to wonder how he kept finding himself in these situations. He knew he was a messed up guy for giving into his baser instincts with a few of his smaller, more adorable pokémon, but this certainly took the cake. Not even three feet in front of him was his newest addition to his team, a cute little Eevee that he swore was smirking right now, her surprisingly wide hips swaying and swinging like a pendulum with every playful little prance.

Ash couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, every step making her two, round, full cheeks jiggle and bounce like water balloons, her long, soft tail hiked up high over her back so he could get a direct eyeful of her two cute little holes. And with an ass that fat, and her evil little look in her eye when she looked back at him for another quick little jiggle of her ass, Ash was eyeing up that cute little pucker between her fur covered cheeks.

“Alright, we’re far enough out here, and I think you know exactly why we went far enough where to others can’t hear us.” Ash spoke, not even trying to keep up the facade.

“Eeevee~” The Eevee didn’t care in the slightest, a deep burning on her holes making her more then eager to get the show on the road, slowly and sensually rubbing her lithe, curvy body along his shins like a feline.

Ash didn’t wait for an answer he knew wasn’t coming, instead he just sat down against a tree and whipped his massive cock out of his jeans, the little pretty Eevee eagerly waiting right between his legs. With a final tug, Ash pulled his cock free and slapped the slab of meat down onto the pokemon’s face, splattering some precum onto her fur and filling her already heat induced brain with his raw cock scent.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?” Ash asked the panting Eevee as it looked up past his pillar of prick.

The answer was simple, and the young man loved the way it looked. Loud clapping of flesh on flesh filled their little corner of the forest along with the Eevee’s high pitched cries and squeals as it eagerly bounced it’s bubble butt up and down in her Master’s lap, spearing and gouging it’s own puckered asshole over and over again while squirting all over his balls.

“Fuck! You’re a slutty little girl ain’t ya?” Ash pulled the Pokemon’s tail up so he could watch his massive cock disappear inside her tiny, stretched little asshole every time she clapped her ass against his hips, personally making sure that he was balls deep every time.

“E-Eev!!~ E-Eevee!!~” The little Eevee never knew getting her butthole mated with felt so good! She felt so full and warm! She just wanted Master to breed her harder!

“Heh! I got the perfect name for you,” The young man grinned, the heat of the moment getting to him making him slap the little Pokemon’s fat little ass just to watch it jiggle. “How about Butt Slut! You seem like one!” Clearly he would end up regretting this, but just the way the Eevee’s ass jiggled left him rock hard, let alone her love of getting fucked up the ass.

The Eevee squealed and squirted one last time at the surprising sting against her plump butt, her little paws giving out from under her and slamming him balls deep one last time. She definitely looked spent, but the young man wasn’t even close.

With a grin, Ash grabbed her by the hips and changed position to be on his knees, now in a perfect position to piston into the Eevee’s cute little asshole as much as he wanted, and he did just that. Ash used the Pokemon like a fleshlight, slamming as hard as he could balls deep into her pillowy ass, making it slap and clap against his pelvis as loud as he could, loving the ripples and wobbles her cheeks would make every time, literally fucking the face down ass up little slut into the ground.

For a solid hour Ash did nothing but jackhammer his steel hard cock in and out of his little slutty Eevee’s tight little asshole, but all good things must come to an end. With a final growl and a squeal from Eevee, Ash slammed in as far as he could and shot rope after rope of hot, gooey, stringy cum into his new little cumdumpster.

With a wet pop, the little Pokemon’s ass plopped down onto the ground, asshole lightly gaping and dripping with cum as Ash went around and jerked off a few last spurt onto her adorable little face.

“Good girl, I think we’re gonna have to make a lot more ‘private training sessions’ from now on.”

[counterintuitivecomics]

Power and Uselessness in Ariel Ries’ Witchy

In her webcomic Witchy (2014-present), @arielries​  crafts a universe where your hair length determines your magical ability, and where she explores the complexities of living under an authoritarian regime in peacetime. Her teen protagonist Nyneve (pronounced Nin-eev) must conceal her long hair or risk either conscription or death at the hands of the Witch Guard. But exams are coming up and there’s only so much her capable mother Veda can do to protect her from the outside world - or to protect Nyneve from her own reckless decisions.

She must dig into the history of her kingdom and of magic itself, and to learn to understand the many forms resistance can take, if she’s going to survive...but can she keep believing that resistance is worth it? And can she learn how to trust those who can help her escape from the oppressive system she’s always known? Ries’ deceptively simple concept and writing style builds into an unusual and emotionally affecting story that’s willing to complicate black-and-white perspectives and to head in unexpected directions.

As of this article’s publication, @witchycomic​  currently stands at 6 chapters (and 316 pages), and continues to update. This review will contain some spoilers through chapter 3, but no further, and I will avoid revealing later major plot points.  

Page 6. Nyneve’s father bids her farewell.

Ries begins Witchy with a short, sharp introductory chapter depicting the moment where Nyneve’s father is taken away by members of the Witch Guard (led by someone he calls an “old friend”). In a sequence of mounting horror, we learn alongside young Nyneve that her father is never coming back. Black captions above the scene dispassionately intone the rules of Hyalin, where “those with hair judged too long are pronounced enemies of the kingdom, and annihilated,” and conclude over smoky skies with the simple, brutal statement, “this is called a witch burning.” This compact opening efficiently sets the stage for the “present day” narrative of Witchy, establishing this pivotal loss in Nyneve’s family and the high stakes of life under the military regime, without wallowing in the moment of trauma.

   Ries prepares us with this introduction to view the comparatively lighthearted Chapter 2 with wariness, as a now 18-year-old Nyneve rushes off to school. The lovely twinkling moment where Nyneve magically disguises her long mane of hair into a short braid is undercut with our knowledge of what could happen if she did not do so. The dark truth of witch burnings prevents the reader from getting entirely carried away with the pleasant “adventures at magic school” tropes at play as we’re introduced to key classmates. Once their teacher Idra announces their upcoming conscription tests for the Witch Guard and starts running them through magic drills, Nyneve’s subtly depicted expressions and posture describe her ever-mounting anxiety for what the future holds.  

Page 4 (excerpt).  Nyneve conceals her hair with magic.

Witchy’s core metaphor of magical abilities linked to hair length can be read not just as about the degree of control and impact a person can have on the world around them, but how society commodifies power and skills. Nyneve’s disguise of short hair – and therefore assumed low magical ability – exposes her to bullying and disdain from nearly all her classmates and greatly isolates her. But, as we soon learn, her magical abilities themselves are truly sporadic and uncontrollable, not as “strong” as her real hair supposedly indicates. As she puts it, “my hair’s just as much of a burden as it is useless.”

In a society like Hyalin that’s focused so strictly on a person’s “use” for their kingdom, the treatment of “useless” witches like Nyneve also demonstrates how such systems often view disability and difference. After Nyneve accidentally destroys the practice arena, Idra takes her aside in a conversation that might feel all too familiar to anyone who’s ever tried to voice their need for disability accommodations at school or work. When Nyneve describes how the school’s equipment makes it harder to control her magic, Idra scolds her for making excuses, and tells her that the sooner she accepts her limited abilities the sooner she can “find her place.” While facing and accepting limitations can often be constructive, the context of this advice is crucial – her teacher is denying the possibility that the current system of magical use could impose any of these limits on Nyneve, refuses to find alternative methods to make focusing easier for her, and essentially counsels her to accept being a person unworthy of conscription.  

Page 32. Nyneve’s teacher Idra brushes aside her concerns about her unfocused magic.

Idra does not seem to intend to be unkind here, and indeed offers to recommend Nyneve for the career in magical study she desires, once (Idra assumes) she fails to pass conscription. But we are led to wonder how differently this conversation might have gone if Idra recognized Nyneve’s true hair length, even though her magical abilities would have been exactly the same – would she even consider letting her avoid the military to study academic magic? She may sincerely want to find the best path for her students where their talents can flourish. But since their society exploits people’s skills in order to perpetuate the power of the authoritarian government, and as Idra seems to completely buy into that structure of power, then even her best intentions towards her students will further their exploitation.

One of my few criticisms for Witchy is that while it’s possible to read an exploration of ableism in these thoughtful scenes on Hyalin culture’s treatment of variations in magical ability, it’s hard to determine any intentional depiction of disability on Ries’ part. After all, Hyalin magic can be viewed simply as a kind of nebulous “talent,” with most people being more or less “talented” in different areas. And while I’d argue that Nyneve could be described as a disabled witch due to her erratic magic skills, nothing has been stated in the narrative, and there has yet to be any characters introduced with non-magical disabilities either.

As it stands, there’s plenty of story left for Ries to tell, and Nyneve is just beginning to explore the fundamental relationship of humans to the spirit world that “lends” them their magic. I’d love to see disability continue to be depicted alongside it in more concrete way, as well as the question of what “normal” people’s lives are like if they’re aren’t powerful enough to qualify for either conscription or execution – I think both could potentially enrich Witchy’s themes of how a person’s perceived “strength” and “usefulness” are treated by society.

Nyneve’s experiences at the academy with “useless” hair are set in stark relief against those of her classmate Prill, the haughty star pupil who whole-heartedly buys into this system where magical strength rules over all. She’s “been dying to join the Guard” since she was five, and passionately describes how being conscripted into military servitude is an honor and protecting their kingdom “a privilege.” Not knowing Nyneve’s family history, and not seeing her pain, she perceives her as simply unworthy of this honor and accordingly treats her with condescension.

So when Nyneve reveals her true hair to Prill and their mutual friend Batu, Prill gasps in awe and declares it to be the answer to all of her classmate’s fears. “If everyone knew they wouldn’t even think about–“ she exclaims, then stumbles as she finishes her thought, “Uh…bullying…you...” Perhaps she realizes the cruelty in her essentially saying “weak” witches deserve bullying, or perhaps she only feels ashamed for contributing to Nyneve’s widespread bullying. Either way, she still asks Nyneve, “why would you hide it?” because from her position at the pinnacle of recognized magical potential, Nyneve’s rejection of her ideals is utterly baffling. She can’t understand why someone who could have power and use in the military would want to opt out of it, just as she can’t yet see that she herself is being exploited by that same system.

Page 67. Prill and Nyneve share a moment after Idra intercedes on Prill’s behalf.

Later on in Chapter 3 we witness Prill in a sudden, very public moment of vulnerability, that reveals the coldness beneath the Knight Guard that she holds so dear. As the students wait for medical exams prior to their conscription exam, a medical soldier thoughtlessly outs Prill as a trans girl and denies her entry to the correct medmage. Though Prill is a young woman, administrators categorized her as a man because of her “official documentation,” and so the soldier skeptically refuses to deviate from her list regardless of what the flesh and blood human in front of her says. While their teacher Idra steps in quickly to pull rank, support Prill, and punish the soldier, we can see from Prill’s expression that damage has been done.   The soldier’s concession that “maybe the third gender doctor can see you. They’re better equipped for this sort of thing,” suggests even further limits of trans rights and acceptance under Hyalin military culture. While it may seem good that the government recognizes a third gender, the way in which it’s brought up reveals an underlying oppression against people who fall out of a strict system of categories. To this presumably cis soldier, Prill expressing anything that deviates from her documents makes her a troublesome disruption of categories, and so should be shunted into what she sees as general miscellaneous group for “this sort of thing.” It does not matter that Prill is neither a boy or a third gender person but a young woman; according to the official system she is denied the reality of her gender – that is, until a suitably higher ranked person like her teacher steps in to grant her an exception to the rules. And while Idra seems to genuinely care for Prill’s wellbeing, her concern can’t be divorced from the fact that she sees Prill as a powerful asset to the empire.

Without Idra’s protection, what would have happened to Prill? As she reveals to Nyneve afterwards, her parents have refused to change her documents due to their clan traditions of property inheritance, so she has to enlist in the guard to use their transition program when she comes of age. If she was not seen as worth looking out for at school and of conscription into the military system, what would happen to Prill? Would she have ended up shunted into another category she didn’t belong in, or even be punished for her anger towards the soldier denying her gender? What kind of future would she have?

After Nyneve muses,“I never thought that the guard might actually be good for someone,” and attempts to apologize, Prill immediately admonishes her: “Don’t start throwing away your ideals because you suddenly empathize with me ...There’s a legitimate reason you feel the way you do about the Witch Guard.” This moment of mutual empathy both brings a great deal of nuance to Prill’s character and her idolization of the guard over all else, and suggests increasing layers of complexity to the empire they both live in. Ries uses the conclusion of this scene, where Prill swallows her pride and apologizes for the past, to show how Nyneve’s risky decision to reveal her hair to Prill has already changed the both of them for the better and brought them closer.  

Ries’ deft writing skills are one of the many great joys of Witchy, and her willingness to use the full language of comics is a big reason why. Ries builds her scenes on the bones of well-crafted page layouts, each one dynamic and inventive without becoming flashy. Her cohesive coloring style joins realistic lighting with thrilling bursts of magical powers and jolts of emotion expressionism. Riel stages her scenes smoothly as well, balancing simple, clean panels of character expression and quick action with beautifully depicted settings rich in detail. Her pleasingly rough, curvy lines vibrate with an energy that erupts in moments of action and emotion, but becomes delicate in moments of quiet. Ries’ efforts create a world for Witchy that feels very real and lived in, and makes for a fluid, engaging reading experience.  

Page 60. Veda expresses her love to Nyneve before the conscription exam.

Ries uses the language of her pages this way to express not only the actions taking place but impact of those moments on the characters. The above page 60, where Nyneve prepares to leave her mother Veda on the fateful morning of her conscription exam, is an excellent example of this. We move from a tight image of Nyeve’s finished breakfast plate (big enough to not even need panel borders) to three panels in the warm, close intimacy of Veda’s embrace (her mother’s dress matching the plate these panels overlaps almost exactly), which together evoke a final lingering feeling of safety. But the moment of their parting happens in a single, distant panel nearly surrounded by cold white space. The previous green backgrounds spill into a cloudy sky that frames their figures as they separate and clasp each other’s hands, the distance between their bodies making them seem suddenly fragile.

Ries ends this emotional sequence not on Nyneve, as you may expect, but on a single, wordless panel of Veda watching her go while she bites her knuckle in uncertainty, framed in a muted but deepening green. We sense her limitations as she floats isolated in the whiteness of the page, and her worry that she won’t be able to protect her daughter as she has promised her. This page succeeds in getting across the complexity and depth of their relationship from both sides, and shows how much each of them need and love the other.

Ultimately, Ariel Ries’ Witchy is far more than a story about a one true hero needed to defeat the Dark Evil Empire and its heartless stooges. People hurt each other and look out for each other in many intersecting ways, and everyone thinks they’re doing the right thing from where they stand in Hyalin. Nyneve is not a savior the ancient prophecies spoke of, though her story has that familiar and eternally compelling narrative of being a special person who has to hide their specialness and powers from those who want to destroy them (I ate those tropes up as a child and still do!). Instead, it's her position as an extreme outlier from the system in two seemingly conflicting ways (long “strong” hair combined with unfocused “weak” magic) along with her father’s murder that puts her in a unique position to analyze how the Hyalin government functions, and why it’s hurting both humanity and the spirit world that lends them magic.

If Nyneve can survive her adolescence, she may become a person whose insights and sense of justice can help find a way to make things right – but only if she’s willing to see past the limits of her own experiences, and reach out to connect to people both inside and outside of the corrupt system. I look forward with great interest to where Ries will take @witchycomic next and how she will continue to question the ideas of “strength” and “uselessness”, and highly recommend giving it a read.

This article was originally published online in November of 2017 on ROAR Feminist, which is now shut down because - surprise!! - the founder Anna March is a scammer who targets marginalized creators in the literary world. So it goes! Now this article lives on my tumblr, with some small revisions. - Laurel Lynn Leake, March 2019 

#lgbt comics #webcomic rec #webcomics #comics reviews #comics criticism #lgbtq comics #writing #articles

[yifthioeev]

21 Questions

Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you would like to get to know better (make a separate post!)

I was tagged by: @captainsaltypear 

Nickname(s): eeb/eev, yif (don’t ask)

Zodiac: cancer

Height: 163cm or around 5′3 apparently

Last movie I saw: uhh good fucking question probably either new in town by john mule lane e (but that's a netflix show) or idk i dont remember

Last thing I Googled: probably the pronunciation of hors d’oevres or the translation for some instructions in japanese that i couldn’t read y i k e s 

Favourite musicians: oh here we go. TOP (no slash sorry its the ||-// band), Mayday Parade (i hear em a lot but i don’t like stan each of em ykno), MCR, FOB, P!ATD, there’s so many i’ll add on when i think of em but these are the ones i immediately think of

Song stuck in my head: that one owo and uwu song, chlorine, jumpsuit, (stream trench btw)

Other blogs: that one ann esse ef double you blog that i use to access shit but post crackdown i finna die

Do I get asks: no p l e a s e send i m be g g ing you pbkease pron bwogs 

Followers: 88 (many of which be pron bwogs owo)

Following: 212

Amount of sleep: 10h? 5? it varies but usually a hot 10h but i can survive a day without sleep before crashing and dying 

Lucky numbers: 27, 15, 65, 7239 (i enjoy saying it aloud like seven thousand two hundred and thirty-nine uwu)

What am I wearing: pyjamas (like a dress)

Dream job: literally anything i can go to maccy d or a*star to working for the government for all i know man idgaf but forensic science sounds cool

Dream trip: assuminig i have the money for this shit, akihabara in jp, us, uk, 

Play any instruments: piano (badly) and i sing (better than i play the piano) man i’d love to play more shit but i have No Dedication

Random fact: i use owo speak too much and i dab whip and nae nae too much for my own good the amount of times i use the hammer dance is too much and i forgot how to speak so i end my sentences with lskdjlkdj? my eyes are hella sensitive to light and this is too many facts yikes

Describe yourself as an aesthetic: black. a lot of it. greens blues reds yellows, animals, what is an aesthetic, nothing too bright pls my eyes, horny people have no rights post, yeah i’ll add on mayhaps

Tagging: @euthtoria i have no one else to tag i have no more friends whose urls i know

#eev speaks #add on later

[eevandank]

Bonus Eev and Ank

“Sometimes you just need to invest in love,”-Lucas

So tonight we have a party because it’s the last week of school. Nash and Adam are throwing the party, but because I live in the biggest house and there aren’t any adults it’s at my house, so I’m also kind of hosting it. But I like parties at least the decorating and preparing part. We have some summer decoration but also used the rainbow decoration from my room. What do you expect from 4 gays, because Eev is also helping us too. Last week at Saturday after we called with Lucas and laid on my bed I decided to also call my friends. I actually missed them and it didn’t feel right to not let them know I’m okay. Actually only Malia and Adam picked up, Adam is also fully intergraded in the group right now. They were both very happy for me that I was doing better and that I had Eev. It was a short call and we decided that we should talk more at school and we would hang out after. We went to the classroom where the support group takes place, there was no one that day. Eev didn’t feel like going out and talking so she stayed at my room. She stayed the whole weekend because she felt more safe at mine than at Seth or with her family. There she would be all alone the whole day. Her father works all day long and the rest of the time he is at the hospital, her brother is at a friend’s house and is busy with school the rest of the time. Sophie got us donuts and we sat a bit silent at the beginning, but I decided to just tell them what happened from the start. That I went to Seth’s house, that he told me that her mother died, which was a lie because she’s still in a coma. I also told them about my father, but again I couldn’t be vulnerable about it in front of my friends, they knew he left it was more of a fact and not a struggle. I don’t get why it now again is easier than thinking about it, like I don’t realise what I’m saying. They also were a bit surprised, they saw it didn’t hit me. I told them how it now didn’t affect me, like I build a wall around me and I couldn’t see what was behind it, so I couldn’t accept the loss or realise that he left. And that last week when Eev lost her mother I could actually see that, some bricks were missing and it all hit at once. Malia told me she once had the same when a friend of her mother died, she was her babysitter and they were close. It hit her way after when she got a new babysitter and she only then started feeling the loss. After that I told them how I texted Eev, not getting any response but then she was at my door and it immediately felt good. That we had a nice weekend and we talked about a lot, our parents but also how that affected us. With her I felt it more, it was more real, but I also felt the wall closing again. To not feel, be vulnerable, to only see the sunshine. I also gave them an update about Lucas, they were never really friends, but he sometimes hung out with us. They were surprised that he now had a boyfriend because he always was popular, never had a weakness and sometimes really a jerk. I said that I actually got it, he was always different around me, showed his weaknesses and I was how he talked about Jens. It was not less than when we first met, but it was definitely different, like the puzzle piece finally fell into place. More pure, he was different in Belgium, he didn’t feel like he needed to prove himself, to be the quarterback on the football team and to be this masculine person he actually was not. He actually told me that later, he now feels more free than in England and that there weren’t expectations in Belgium. We called again on Tuesday it started with where we ended when he called me and Eev. He texted me that it was fine later that day, but that was it. On the phone he told me that Jens hit the wall and that was the scream we heard over the phone. He was in tears and it al came out, how he didn’t get why people could not just leave each other alone, how there is so much hate around love. He tried to calm him down, lead him to the bench and that he brought their eyes together, he placed his finger over Jens’s mouth and he knew he needed to say something but totally forgot how the quotes went. Lucas made his own, ‘Don’t worry about others, don’t worry about time, because we are here now, we are together and that is the only thing that matters. That we are together and that we love each other.’ It was so in style of Skam it felt so poetic, Lucas was even surprised about himself. And it actually worked, Jens softened, relaxed and looked back into Lucas’s eyes. He landed back onto the world by the words of him and of the gentle touches. Jens started crying and not letting go of the hate that now outed itself in sadness. All Lucas could do that he knew would shut Jens up was kissing him, the thing that made Jens so scared now calmed him down until he gave in and said, ‘maybe it is a good idea to just live now, to be together and to love each other and not to think about what we will do the next moment or what will happen.’ Lucas was so relieved that Jens was out of his head for a moment and that he actually listened and heard what he said before. They both had a great weekend too, first a bit scared of Jens’s parents but after they went to Lucas’s house it faded away and they could be themselves without worrying about anyone else’s opinions. The party is starting and the first people are arriving, of course Sophie and Malia arrive as one of the first. My roommate Deli also invited some friends to join us, Sophie invited some people from her class, Malia invited her siblings, who also invited some friends. Of course Adam and Nash invited some people, who I also have never met, but everyone looks really nice and likes the decoration. I gave Eev the key to my room so she could zoom out if she needed to. And if one of my friends needs some time, now she is sitting there with Sophie. I’m not really partying but more watching, how there is a dance battle between Malia, her twin siblings and some other people Deli invited I think. Adam and Nash are playing truth and dare with some of our classmates and a couple of their friends. I think I saw a spin the bottle game, but it also looks like there are just two couples making out in the kitchen. And some random people just talking to fill up the rest of the space. I decide to tag along with the truth or dare, because dancing is definitely not something I do. Then I see they play a version where you also need to take shots if you don’t give the right answer or something like that. I don’t feel like attempting anymore, so I decide to just listen, then Adam says that it’s my turn. I say I don’t want to play. Nash says it’s okay, respecting me not drinking. Adam still looks sad so I decide to make an offer and say, I’ll join if I can shot lemonade. I see a smile appear on his face not out of disrespect, but out of joy I joined and maybe even a bit of pride. “Truth, when did you know what your sexuality is?” he asks me. “That was about 3,5 or 4 years ago, but that was only when I realised what it meant that I felt all along,” I answer without a bit of shame. “Next are you,” I point at a guy with a bit long, Justin Bieber mixed with Harry Styles like, brown hair he is a bit closed off and only looked at his phone the whole game. He even looks a bit disappointed like he is waiting for a text or for someone to just appear right in front of him. He looks up at me and gives me the death stare, which I answer with a smile and say, “I dare you to text them.” He looks at me questioning like I could read his thoughts and replies, “No I’m not going to text her, she will murder me.” I answer with, “Then I’ll take that blood on my hands or I’ll do it myself,” not knowing who I was referring to. It looks like he shrinks a bit and says, “Okay what should I text her then?” “Your emotions, or just the text you prepared this whole game,” I say with a smirk. He still doesn’t look happy with me placing my finger at his soft spot, “Fine,” he murmurs. After that I decide to take a look at how Eev and Sophie are doing. They both needed a bit of silence and could use the company. I asked if they wanted a drink and they said that they would come with me to join the party. The kitchen now was empty and while I was grabbing a Fanta for myself I asked what Eev would want and she said that she wanted the same, and added that she decided not to drink alcohol for a while to see how it will turn out. There I stay in the kitchen with a view over the whole party, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her a bit closer to me. The same feeling appears, I lean a bit closer and say in her ear, “You know, I wanted to say just one last thing to you, it’s that I love you.” She looked me in the eyes and I melted even more, when I thought that wasn’t possible. She came closer to me and said, “Then I have something to say too, because I love you too, no matter what.” After that we kissed until we were both out of breath, we stayed silent drinking a bit and then kissed again. For almost an hour until I heard Nash say, “Oh here you guys are, we thought you went to bed or something.” We laughed and I said, “No I just needed some time with this beautiful women. Thank you by the way for not letting me give up on her.” He smiled back at me and said, “I would never let anyone give up on their love, especially not if that someone is you.” I hugged him and only then I saw that Sophie, Malia and Adam also joined to look at us after they found out Eev and I were in the kitchen. “Group hug,” was all I could say, while they were already joining and everyone was laughing and almost falling onto the ground.

#eevandank #eevandankau #Skam #skamog #skam it #skam españa #skamnl #skamfrance #Druck #wtfock #evak #elu #davenzi #sobbe #mayla #vds #van der stoffels #lucas van der heijden #lucasvanderheijden #saveskamnl #wlw #pansexuality #bisexual #lesbian #queer #lgbt #comingout #mlm #transgender

[evadnyx]

Eev’s Bell (A Short Story)

When a man moves on to the afterlife, it is said that they hear a soothing bell chime, like a distant toll from above, as though a ringing from the Gates of Heaven.

We’re not entirely sure why we were made.

We’re magical beings, you see, and our purpose is what keeps us alive. It is now the 21st century in the humans’ sense of time and the mermaids, gargoyles, dragons, elves, and dwarfs have all vanished, along with so many others. They’ve lost their purpose in the human realm, and Echidna was commanded to extirpate her own children when the Olympians found it fit. All monsters are aware of this, and most of us have accepted that such time would befall us all one way or the other.

Our kind had come to existence around the time the humans appeared. We constantly fear that Zeus would order our mother to annihilate our kind soon but nevertheless we continue to thrive as the Fates keep our threads intact…for now.

Ha-ha. The humans are so much more pitiful though. With such a limited lifespan of only a century at most, I truly wonder how they make the most of it. We Helvs are able to live for up to ten times longer than them, and ours is a rather short lifespan already as most monsters can live up to fifty times more. Yet, the gods favor them so much. If anything, the monsters are only made to exist for these insufferable beings to slay, to capture, or to marvel upon like some sort of display!

Just how cruel must the gods be to our kind? What grave wrongdoings have done to them? Must we be treated as such, as though mere accents to spice up the lives of these easily dying fools?

The Helvs know more than any other monster how quickly these men pass on to Hades’ realm. After all, we rang the bells. We ring the bells that summon Thanatos to fetch the detached human souls before He led them to the After Life. My hatred for the humans fed my love for ringing the bells. I knew no greater pleasure than to see one less despicable soul on the face of Gaea. I felt a sense of pride whenever it was my bell that summoned the great Thanatos. The satisfying chime of the protrusion on my back reverberates to my ears down to the core of my being, making my body hiss like a tub being filled with steaming water after eagerly waiting all day for the onsen to open.

Yet, these pleasurable moments came so few to me. I’ve now lived two centuries with my mother and father who were now both at their ninth. We lived under the floorboards of a human’s vacation home. Being far from the hustle and the bustle of busy city streets (where so many humans die almost everyday) has made my bell ring but only once.

My mother insisted that we live in such a decrepit place. “It makes it easier for us to hide,” she’d said. “And we’re always guaranteed to be around a human from within a hundred meters if we stay here.”

I agreed with her on the part that we don’t have to deal with so many repugnant human beings everyday (other than the part that monsters must remain in hiding in this age…or else meet Echidna) BUT it made me feel so unfulfilled! After tasting the pleasure of my bell ringing a century ago, I’ve since felt like an addict who has been deprived of his dose.

I starve.

I thirst.

Each ticking second from that god-awful clock in the living room made my heart race in anticipation, made my eardrums crave that sweet sound which encapsulated me in sublime ecstasy just one. More. Time.

However, they did not want to leave. There was no convincing them.

“These are trying times, Eev. Monsters aren’t allowed to be as rampant as we were back then,” Mother said.

“We may be small, but the fact that we look like tiny humans will wreak chaotic curiosity if humans find out about our existence--or even worse--capture and experiment on us!” Father replied.

“Oh, golly! Anything but that! That would guarantee our species’ annihilation! That’s why we must lay low, Eev. Let us stay here…where we are safer.”

“There are no safe places anymore!” I exclaimed. “Why must we hide? Why must we hide?! WHY?! I refuse! I will not stay here and rot!”

I ran out of the house and into the forest. Far, far away, I thought. I would go to a place plagued with dying humans…

As I kept running, my parents running and shouting after me gradually fade in the distance behind me.

My feet started to feel like lead; my breath ragged.

“Eev!”

I was forced awake when I heard my name. Where was I?

“Oh, thank goodness,” my mother gasped and hugged me tightly.

“Mom?”

“Don’t you EVER do that again, young lady! If it weren’t for the kind forest spirits that found you collapsed on the ground, you could’ve died.”

Oh. Now I remember. I had run away from home out of frustration. I had forgotten the fact that being out of 100 meters from a human weakened us and made us slowly die. The thought made me bitter. I hated the humans so much I wish they’d just all die, yet I was ironically dependent on them to stay alive.

“Yes, Mother. I won’t do it again,” I answered, while hot tears fell down my cheeks.

The days passed by without a hitch (nor a ring of a bell). I delighted my parents, of course, that I had suddenly become an obedient daughter--yet they were left unaware of what I did behind their backs.

The human vacation home where we resided had only one occupant--a maid, who spent her days routinely cleaning the whole house if she wasn’t eating or sleeping. A delivery man occasionally visited to supply her with food (from which we stole during the night) but lately (perhaps because she was now a middle-aged woman) she took naps more frequently, not to mention she slept longer for every passing day. We lurked and stole food during the night and slept during the day, but as of late I had been secretly observing the human as my parents slept. I have attempted about seven times now, to try and kill her--all in hopes of making my bell ring--but to no avail. She had managed to dodge every single time.

The days have begun to get warmer again. Summer. I’ve lived for so long a time I’ve lost track of the summers that passed me by. It’s been the 23rd day since I started keeping an eye on the human until it hit me: SUMMER!

Summer has finally arrived again! The time when it wasn’t just this measly and old yet does-not-easily-die hag who was in the house. The time when the vacation home was teeming with humans. The time when my bell first rang.

Ah, that heavenly memory! It was time for it yet again! Year after year I’d pray to the gods for summer to quickly arrive, and year after year I was always left disappointed…but the ringing memory thumped in my ears so loudly whenever summer was around. The memory of the sound would ring so clearly in my head I’d begin to doubt if it was now actually real, and that kept me all hyped up.

It was a woman of old age, the human my bell rang for. She had come to the vacation home that summer a century ago with her children, grandchildren, and a lot more relatives. She was constantly sitting on a chair with wheels while it was maneuvered by a young lady. I could remember the downcast teary expression of the young lady as she gazed down on the old woman, but the old one always had on her face a smile--a genuine smile--I could sense it.

3 A.M. My bell rang.

It felt like every nerve of my being was jolted by a thousand bolts of lightning. It was painful. I cried and wailed, unaware of what was happening to me…

“The pain will pass, Eev. Hold on,” my Mother whispered soothingly as she embraced me tightly.

“This is what we’ve been created by the gods to do. Endure it,” my Father added, his reassuring hand gripping my shoulder tightly.

I’m a Helv, I’m a Helv, I thought over and over in my head to try to forget the pain. I’m a Helv and this is my purpose.

After what felt like forever, the bell attached on my back stopped ringing and my whole body relaxed. I felt like jelly and I collapsed on my Mother’s arms. She made me sit down and said, “Tomorrow in this same hour, your bell would ring again and your purpose would be complete. Rest now, my dear, and do not fret. The second won’t feel anything like this.”

Soon, my Father moved me to lie down on the mattress. I tried to close my eyes to sleep but I felt so awake. I couldn’t name the sensation at first but I soon realized that I was subconsciously craving for the second bell, even if the first was unbearably painful. Even if I didn’t know for sure how the second one would feel. Even if I could barely twist or turn in bed with the unfathomable pain that still lingered.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, my body aching with pain and longing.

Tick.

Tock.

How long have I been waiting?

How much longer still?

Without warning, all pain was gone from me. I stood up, astonished from my newfound strength.

That was before I caught sight of the tall dark hooded figure looming over me.

Thanatos.

In the flesh.

I was finally seeing the god of death Himself. I hated the humans. I hated the gods. But Thanatos was different. I held so much respect for Him. It was because although the gods spoke of favor to men, they hardly interacted with them. However, Thanatos did that. He knew the aggravation of actually dealing with humans like we did. Everyday. If I’m not mistaken, he probably does not rest even for a second before another person dies elsewhere in the world…

He looked at me for a moment longer before he proceeded to the old woman’s room. That’s when I realized the other humans were wailing in grief, and I knew it was that lady who always pushed the old woman’s chair whose cries reverberated throughout the household.

It was but a few minutes later when Thanatos walked out of that room, the old woman’s soul in tow and in mere moment they’d vanished.

It was done.

I had fulfilled my purpose--on to the next soul.

Suddenly, my mother came rushing to me. The sight of the god had almost made me forget I wasn’t the only Helv here.

“Did you see Him, Mother? Did you see Him, Father?” I asked, unable to contain my bliss.

“We’ve seen Him countless times before,” Mother replied. “But only the Helv whose bell rings can see Him when He arrives, Eev.”

“You’ve done well, my dear,” my Father told me.

To lay eyes on Thanatos gave us Helvs inexplicable rapture and fulfillment. It was Thanatos that blessed Helvs’ souls, it was the sight of Him that made us anticipate and hunger to see another man die. What I would give to have a human die today!

Tires screeched on the pavement outside the house.

They have arrived!

I ran outside, not daring to wake my parents up and as soon as I stepped outside I hid in the bushes. I watched closely as they filed out of the car one by one. First, three kids came rushing out and ran so fast into the house. Next, a couple, the man caressing his partner’s bulbous belly. Two teenage girls giggling at each other and one teenage boy staring and fiddling intensely at a box he held with both hands. Lastly, two more couples in their middle ages.

The van they rode must’ve been rented, because soon enough it drove away.

My heart sank.

This summer yet again was a disappointment.

I sneaked back into our house under the floorboards, my parents already awake.

“They’re here now, aren’t they? How many children came with them?” Mother asked.

“Yes. There were three.”

“Three!” she exclaimed. “We must be very careful now. The children are able to sense our presence. Thankfully, we’ve stored enough food to last us the summer. Do NOT leave this room now, Eev. Do you understand? We must hide until they leave,” my Mother ranted on.

“Yes, mother,” I said and sighed a little.

My father noticed that and told me, “Don’t worry, Eev. You’ve barely been a Helv for long. This might not be the year your bell rings again but it soon will. I promise.”

I just gave him a small smile and we all went to bed. It was still morning, after all.

The days passed without events and for a moment I’d even forgotten the feeling of anticipating my bells’ ringing. I had to wait another summer to be fired up again.

All we did now is eat and sleep, and sometimes cleaning up our abode. Summers bitterly reminded us that this is how lowly the monsters have become: creatures forced in hiding.

Day breaks again and we get ready for bed. I hope I dream of that day again, I thought.

However, before I could shut my eyes, a sharp pain jabbed my back. It was 12:51.

“Ack!” I screamed in pain.

Pain.

Pain!

My bell was ringing! IT. WAS. RINGING!

I was still screaming even as my mother gave me cloth to bite on and muffle my cries.

It was no longer as painful as the first time around, but my longing for the second bell only grew stronger.

As the ringing ceased to a stop, I was finally able to try and think of who was about to die. The children were healthy. The teenagers, too. One of the middle-aged ones must be suffering a terminal disease, I thought. Eaither way, it didn’t matter.

I would see Thanatos again, I thought as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

Sirens wailing woke me up. It was 12:36, only a few more minutes before my second bell would ring. My strength still hadn’t returned to me, but I still hadn’t figured out whose death I was ringing for. It bothered me so much I stood up from my bed and walked limply but quietly.

I saw a couple of medics rush through the front door and enter the only lit room in the house at this hour. It was the same room where the old woman had died a century ago.

“We must do it here now or she’s never going to make it!” I heard from inside the room.

“I don’t trust you. Their lives are at stake!” another man replied in an exasperated tone.

“Even if we rush her to the hospital now, it’s too high a risk. The hospital’s too far away, sir, please,” the first responded.

“Please…please just…save her,” a woman’s weak voice said in between sobs.

12:40.

For a few moments no one spoke and only the sound of sure footsteps, wheels, and metals clinking against metals could be heard. They had probably began operating now, but my head still couldn’t figure out who was going to die tonight. And why did the second man keep saying “they”?

No.

My face paled.

No. No. No. Not this.

NOT THIS!

Unannounced, my second bell rang and my strength came rushing back. In an instant, Thanatos was right in front of me.

I did not feel bliss. I did not feel a single emotion akin to the first time I saw Him. For the first time, I felt sorry for a human. A human! Can you believe it?!

For the first time, my hatred for the humans was replaced by my respect for all creatures under the gods’ reign. Just as we were unfairly judged by Echidna if we didn’t follow the gods’ will, the humans were faced with their own unfair judgment as well. I was overcome with despair.

I went down on my knees before Thanatos and barely managed to utter, “My lord…won’t you spare this life?”

He looked at me for quite a long time before he spoke, “Not even Time stops for Death.”

Helpless, I could only look on as He entered the room.

I listened closely, still hoping to hear it.

But there was no baby’s cry. Just a woman’s tormented scream.

 Author’s Note:

This story made numerous references to creatures from Greek mythology and the Japanese word onsen. Onsen was deliberately mentioned in the story to give a hint that the story takes place in Japan. Also, the idea of the Helvs was derived from the Japanese animated film, “The Secret World of Arrietty” (Studio Ghibli).

Onsen – Japanese hot spring

Echidna – a half-woman, half-snake creature in Greek mythology; also known as the “mother of all monsters” as she gave birth to most of the Greek mythical creatures

Olympians – a group of 12 great gods (including Zeus) that are above all the other gods hence their word must absolutely be followed by the lesser gods

Zeus – the King of the gods; he is the highest deity in Greek mythology

Gaea – in Greek mythology, she is the personification of Earth itself

Thanatos – god of Death; although Hades is the ruler of the Underworld in Greek mythology, it is the god Thanatos that oversees the souls that have passed onto the After Life

[curewhimsy]

I wrote more of Haku’s Pokemon Adventure (AKA Precious Gems).

"Oh... it was just a dream."

Haku was from a town where the sunlight was weak.

It was good for her sensitive skin, however. It never burned in the sun, which was blocked by the thick haze of volcanic ash lingering in the air. It wasn't good for the young girl's lungs, however.

Haku Yowane was born and raised in this town; a small and quietly quaint farmland town near a volcano. Nothing significant ever happened there, and the people rarely lingered beyond the border. Most of the people in town knew each other. But not Haku, who always hid in her house. She was too shy to ever leave her little home, and was homeschooled, as there was no public school in Fallarbor town.

Then came the day her mother said...

"Haku, don't you think you should get out more often, in order to make friends and learn about the world around you?"

Haku was to tired to respond. She had just woken up in her bed (which was her safe haven), was still under the covers, and had slept in until noon. Her mother closed the door after a few seconds and went back downstairs, sighing.

Haku felt a pang of regret.

It wasn't like she didn't want to go out and see the world. In fact, it was her quiet dream to go on an adventure somewhere. But in reality, she was just too scared of the possibilities. The world was just so big. Being sheltered, she just thought she wasn't ready. Not even to just go to the neighbors' house and say hello.

Even though she had dreams about finally overcoming her fears and setting out on an adventure, the moment she woke up, her courage felt so far away again.

Haku slowly got up from bed and looked in the mirror. There was a tall, lanky girl with milky white hair, snow-kissed eyelashes and eyebrows, who was growing up too fast. Off-white skin, and starkly contrasting red eyes. Some people would say Haku Yowane looked like a ghost. She really was just a lonely girl with albinism.

Being albino was the root of her shyness. Ever since she was a certain age, she was always afraid to go outside in case somebody would mention something about her skin, paler than the volcanic ash that choked the air, or her ghostly hair, or even her scary eyes.

At least in a place like Fallarbor Town, she couldn't get a sunburn.

After lazily tying her long hair into a messy low ponytail, the shy girl hobbled down the stairs, daydreaming.

"Honey, could you go to the grocery store for me? We need food ingredients."

Before going out, Haku made sure to bring her Eevee. It was strange, but Snowbell didn't like being in a Poké ball. It was probably because she liked being able to feel Haku with her.

Snowbell was an odd Eevee, and Haku's best friend. Just like Haku, Snowbell was albino, with all-white fur and almost colorless eyes.

Haku could recall the cold day she met Snowbell.

Haku's life had been rather upsetting and lonely. This day had been especially bad. Haku wanted to disappear for a while, to be one with the ash that fell from the sky. Nobody paid any attention to it. Haku wanted to be gone, at least just for a little while...

She went to the woods where nobody hung around. So silent, it was practically a sound in itself. Nothing but nature, serenity, and whatever thoughts you decide to bring.

It was like running away for a while, to her secret spot. A small clearing in the woods with a mysterious bench that nobody but her seemed to use. A place where nobody could see her tears, where it was quiet, and where nothing mattered.

Haku had never seen snow before, but she liked pretending the dry gray ash all around her was a winter wonderland of sorts, but without the feeling of frostbite.

While she was lost in the gray sky of thoughts, a nearby bush began to rustle.

Haku was startled and began to think the worse. She was afraid of Pokémon at the time. Was a scary one going to attack? Or even worse, was a person going to disrupt her peace? Haku braced herself and grabbed her backpack, just in case she had to flee.

Instead, a small white Pokémon, looking almost like a moving ball of snow, wobbled out weakly. Upon inspection, with a noticeable limp and dark blood staining one side of its snowy pelt, it was badly wounded, and had been that way for a while.

Right in front of Haku, it then collapsed. It was as if it had used the last of its energy to crawl out of the bushes so that Haku could see it. This Pokémon was putting its trust into Haku to save its life.

Haku felt something inside of her break, as if someone had dropped it... It was her first time seeing something so sad, something so helpless and hurt to what was seemingly beyond repair.

"What should I do?" Haku thought, kneeling to the Pokémon. It was in pain, breathing heavily, and the wound looked even more severe up close. "I'm so far from the Pokémon Center..."

On top of it all, Haku was scared of Pokémon. Her mom didn't like Pokémon either. But this one... it needed her help.

Haku took her jacket and covered the wound, preventing it from bleeding any more. Her jacket was to be covered in blood, but Haku didn't care, even if her mom were to get mad. Haku wanted as much as she possibly could to help the Pokémon. But was it going to be enough?

"Don't worry..." Haku muttered through tears and panic.

The Pokémon Center was going to handle the rest. Haku ran as fast as she could the entire way.

By the time she got to the Pokémon center, the girl, completely winded, legs with scratches and scrapes from the bushes and falling down, carrying an injured Pokémon, burst through the door on the verge of tears.

"Please... help this Pokémon. Please tell me it isn't too late..."

It was a nerve-wracking wait, but in a couple of hours, the nurses confirmed that the Pokémon was going to be fine.

Haku did come home late that day, but her mother understood.

"It's really good that you saved that Pokémon's life. I'm proud of you."

"Really?" Haku said.

Eventually, Haku found out what kind of Pokémon it was.

"I was surprised too." The nurse said. "It appears to be an Eevee, an extremely rare Pokémon to be in the Hoenn region."

"But... Eevees are brown..." Haku said.

"Not all the time. They come in other colors, though it's rare. This particular one seems to be albino."

Haku suddenly felt a connection to the Pokémon she saved. Maybe there was a reason it had happened. Maybe it was like they were connected. That's what Haku felt when she visited the Eevee while it was recovering.

Eventually, the Eevee had fully recovered, and Haku got to see it one last time. The Pokémon that was once severely injured was now buoyant and full of life. It brought tears to her eyes. It was like a miracle...

"I guess it's time to say goodbye now..." Haku said tearfully, thinking of releasing it into the wild where it belonged. After all, her mother didn't really like Pokémon, and never let her keep one.

But to Haku's surprise, the Eevee looked at her in a way where it didn't want to go. It jumped up into Haku's arms and began to lick her face.

"Eev!" It squeaked.

"Haku, I think it wants to be yours." Her mother said

Haku wiped the tears from her eyes, not believing her ears.

"Really?" She said.

"Eev! Eev!" The Pokémon seemed to be filled with gratitude.

From then on, Haku and Snowbell had been inseparable.

Snowbell was a curious Eevee who loved to explore, be it the house, or any new place. Haku felt safer when she was with Snowbell. Haku wished she were a little braver so she could explore with Snowbell.

As Haku petted the Eevee, it began to purr.

"We're going to the grocery store, okay Snowbell?" Haku said.

"Eev!" The Eevee squeaked in understanding and began to follow Haku on its stubby paws.

Haku still felt a little uncomfortable going around town, so she wore a lavender hoodie and long jeans that covered a lot of her body. She didn't want people to think she was quirky. She was wearing it because she was shy. Snowbell still followed Haku around loyally.

The grocery store was a few blocks away. Haku pulled out the shopping list her mother gave her and looked through it.

"Lettuce, carrots, toothpaste, Pokémon food for Snowbell..."

As Haku shopped, she would talk to Snowbell about things as she put cans in the shopping cart and walked down the aisles. Haku knew she was always listening.

"Snowbell, I'm sorry I'm so scared. To go on an adventure, I mean. Lately, I've really been thinking about it... I mean, what's stopping me? I'm sixteen years old... I could've been doing this since I was ten. Why am I such a chicken..."

"Eev?" Snowbell rubbed her face against Haku's ankle, and then looked at her with shining eyes.

Almost if Snowbell was telling Haku she could do it.

"Thank you, Snowbell..." Haku said. "I'll... I'll do it someday."

Haku perked up and lovingly lifted Snowbell into the small seat of the shopping cart so she didn't have to walk.

"Maybe not today... but one day, I'll show the world I'm strong..."

When Haku got to the aisle of Pokémon products, she spotted a girl who looked like she'd been on all sorts of adventure. The exact opposite of her. Was she adventuring throughout the region and stopped in Haku's little town to get supplies for her journey? It seemed so exciting. Haku wondered how far from home she happened to be.

Her outfit was torn, and had noticeably been though a lot. Her hair had been tied into a ponytail, a functional, adventurous hairstyle.

Haku suddenly felt a pang of longing in her heart.

The brand of Pokémon food Haku bought was right where the girl was, so Haku shyly came over to grab a bag.

Snowbell seemed curious and began eyeing the other girl with interest.

"Well, hello there!" The girl said, letting the Eevee sniff her hand.

"Oh, um... hi." Haku shyly murmured out.

"Is this your Pokémon?" The girl asked.

"Um... yes." Haku said.

"I've never seen a white Eevee before!" The girl said, smiling. "That's pretty cool."

"Oh, thank you..." Haku said. She didn't know what else to say.

"Well, see you around, trainer." The girl said, "Good luck!"

Haku was too shy and befuddled to answer. The girl mistook her for a fellow trainer?

Haku didn't want to break the truth to her, the truth that she was too scared.

After she paid for the items at the checkout, Haku walked out of the store...

"Help! Someone, please!"

She heard a cry of distress pierce her ear. Haku couldn't stand to see or hear people in danger, but being the only one around, she had to help...

Haku turned her face in the direction the cry came from. A guy was being attacked by a large canine Pokemon with long black fur.

"What should I do?" Haku thought again. The last timed she remembered thinking that thought was when she rescued Snowbell. The tension felt so similar.

Back then, Haku jumped in to help the poor Pokémon. This time, Haku felt she needed to jump in as well.

"Alright, Snowbell..." Haku said, shakily, "Are you... ready to battle?”

"Eev!" Snowbell looked at Haku with a determined face. Snowbell was so brave! Haku longed to be like her.

"Alright then... Snowbell, tackle that Pokémon!"

Snowbell nodded once and charged forward, leaving a cloud of volcanic ash kicked up behind it. She leaped into the air, and tackled the Pokémon.

"Snowbell, use bite!"

Snowbell parted her fangs and bit the Pokémon. However, the black Pokemon lunged over her. It was much bigger than little Snowbell.

"Snowbell!" Haku grew worried.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

"Champ, use karate chop!"

Another small Pokémon leaped out from behind Haku, and gave the big Pokemon a brutal karate chop right in its face! It was super effective!

The black Pokemon howled in pain, got up weakly, and promptly fled the scene.

Haku looked to see who was behind her. It was the blonde trainer from earlier!

"Hey, not bad!" She said to Haku. "Your little Eevee sure packed a big punch on that big Mightyena!"

"Um... thanks!" Haku said, smiling. "Your Pancham was great too!"

Adrenaline was still surging though Haku's veins, and it actually felt good. She felt... thrilled!

"Thanks for saving me, trainers!" The person being attacked got up off the ground and approached Haku gratefully.

"Are you okay?" Haku asked.

"I'm fine! I can't thank you two enough!" The man said. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Professor Birch, a Pokémon Professor from Littleroot Town. I really should have brought a Pokémon with me to defend me from that Mightyena, but I guess even Pokémon Professors can be reckless now and again!"

"I'm Neru, from Lavaridge Town." The blonde girl said. "I only started last week. It took days just to get to the next town!"

"And I'm... uh... Haku..." Haku stammered shyly. "And to tell the truth, I'm... not really a trainer."

Neru and Professer Birch looked a little surprised.

"But, you handled yourself so well in that battle!" Neru said.

"I... did?" Haku asked.

"Sure you did." Professor Birch said. "From witnessing that, I'm certain that you have lots of potential!"

"But... I'm really scared... of Pokémon." Haku said. "How can someone like me ever be a trainer?"

"Haku, if you really want to do something, it's always possible." Professor Birch said.

"Well, in the end, are things you fear really that scary?" Neru asked.

Haku thought for a moment, and realized she had been braver lately, ever since she rescued Snowbell. Perhaps it was Snowbell who made her brave. Or perhaps, Haku was just growing.

"Um... maybe I'll go on an adventure. But I'll have to ask my mom first."

The three went back to Haku's house. She couldn't wait to tell the news to her mom, who would be thrilled.

Haku knocked on the door, shivering with excitement.

The door opened...

"Haku, honey? you do realize this is your house, and you have the keys." Haku's mother came out and said.

Haku's face turned red.

"Oops, I guess I forgot." She said. Way to ruin a climatic moment!

"Anyway, who are the guests?" Mom said.

"I'm Neru." Said Neru. "Haku has some news for you!"

"Mom..."

Here goes...

"I've decided... that I'm going to set out and become a Pokémon trainer."

Haku's mother was speechless for a few seconds.

"Oh, honey... are you sure you're ready?" She asked. "What made you want to do this so suddenly?"

Haku and the others told the whole story to Haku's mother.

"Oh, I see... you've wanted this for so long, but you never felt you were brave enough?" Haku's mom asked.

Haku nodded.

"Well, I think you'll do fine." She said.

"So, I'm planning on setting out tomorrow morning." Haku said. "Can Neru stay the night? She needs somewhere to rest too."

"Certainly!" Haku's mom said. "Oh, Haku... I'm so proud of you!"

------

That night, Neru gulped down a hearty dinner of curry and pork chops made by Haku's mom.

"I guess traveling does make you hungry." Haku said, watching her eat. Snowbell and Champ were eating out of a bowl on the floor, seeming to be getting along.

Neru told stories of travel to Haku and her mother, saying that her father was a big Pokémon trainer back in the day.

"Now he's a researcher who lives in Sinnoh. I don't get to see him very often."

"So, Neru, are you planning on entering the Hoenn league?"

"Mm-hm!" Neru said, "I'm going to Rustboro City to beat the first gym! They use rock type Pokémon, but Champ here is a fighting type, which is strong against rock!"

"Hoenn League..." Haku thought. It was a thought she never considered before. She never thought she was cut out for battling, and was now debating whether to enter it herself.

"So, this place is pretty interesting." Neru said, "It's a small town, but the volcanic ash is everywhere!"

Indeed, Hoenn was a land of many different terrains, and Haku happened to live where the land was pretty rough.

"That desert nearby was brutal!" Neru said, "But I toughed it out!"

Haku was excited to explore all of Hoenn's different places, even the ones that sounded scary of uncomfortable. They were all part of the journey.

"Whew, I'm stuffed!" Neru said after finishing. "Thanks for the meal!"

After a while, they went to Haku's room to sleep. Neru slept on a sleeping bag on the floor.

"So Haku, are you excited?" Neru asked.

Haku suddenly realized how quiet she had been, and decided to speak more.

"I'm excited..." Haku said. "It's weird though. This morning, I never would've guessed I would be doing anything different. But now... I found the bravery inside of me."

Haku suddenly heard Neru snoring.

"I guessed I bored you, huh." Haku said.

"Wait, no..." Neru woke up. "I was just sleepy, that's all."

Haku laughed a little bit.

"Well, good night." She said.

"Good night, Haku." Said Neru.

------

The next morning, Haku and Neru were sleeping in.

It was finally Haku's mom who came in and prompted them to wake up.

"Haku, honey! I thought you wanted to become a trainer!"

Haku sat up weakly on her bed, still half-asleep. Then she remembered...

"Oh yeah!" She suddenly felt a burst of energy jolt her right up. "Neru, wake up! It's time for me to start my adventure!"

"Five more minutes, mom..."

Snowbell came in and began to lick Neru's face.

"Gyaaah!" Neru jolted right up. Haku laughed.

"Snowbell used lick attack!" Neru said. "Gee, now I understand how it can paralyze a foe..."

------

"So Haku, while you were asleep, I was getting all the necessary things ready for you." Haku's mom said. "Here's a big backpack, a change of clothes, some potions, a digital map, Pokémon food, lots of Poké balls, bandages and gauze, medicine and extra snacks in case you get hungry, dear."

"Gee, thanks!" Haku felt astounded looking though her stuff. Carrying a heavy backpack full of things, she began to feel like a real trainer.

"You're welcome!" Haku's mom said, "Stay safe, and don't forget to visit!"

Haku tied on her favorite pair of shoes, and looked back to see her mother looking sentimental.

"Adventure is the biggest part of our lives, and why we live." Haku's mom said, "Have fun on yours! I love you sweetie!"

Haku hugged her mother one last time and this time, officially headed out the door.

In a small while, they crossed paths with Professor Birch.

"Ah, it's Haku and Neru!" He said, "You know, I forgot to give you these yesterday."

Professor Birch handed out two red devices.

"These are Pokédexes." He said. "It automatically records data of every Pokémon you encounter. Therefore you can learn more about them and how to battle them!"

"Oh thanks, I needed one of these!" Neru said.

Haku opened hers up, and held it close to her Eevee.

"Wow... all this information about Eevees popped up!" Haku said.

"I told you, it's really convenient." Professor Birch said. "Well, I have to get going for work-related reasons, but have a great adventure, you two!"

"Bye!" Haku and Neru said.

Once they got to the edge of the town, Haku felt a thrill fall over like no other. She was so far way from her little house, possibly the farthest she's ever been. All she had to do was step over the boundaries and she would officially be on an adventure.

#my writing #pokemon #yowane haku #vocaloid #hoenn #haku's pokemon adventure #precious gems

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Favourite fruit: All of them

Favourite Season: Fall

Favourite Book: ASDFGHJKL

Favourite Flower: Daisy

Favourite Scent: Anything citrus, I guess

Favourite Animal: ALL OF THEM

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: Coffee. Everyday. Multiple times a day.

Average sleep hours: HA. Either four or fourteen. There is no in between.

Cat or dog person: Yes

Favourite fictional character: Liz Lemon

Dream trip: ???

Blog created: Like, five(?) years ago?

Number of followers: 324

What do i post about: ART everythingbut

Do i get asks on a regular basis: No

Aesthetic: Blue, hipster, librarian...

Favourite band/artist: The White Stripes, Vampire Weekend, etc

fictional characters i’d date: ???

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

I tag: @christeeneytiny @chronolockcd @mu5icliz @lovelornrocketscientist @cosmictrashprincess

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[industryjournals]

Steel Rebars Market Study | Manufacturers Analysis, Market Size, Share, And Future Prospects 2020 To 2027

The latest industry intelligence report on the Steel Rebars market performs a cautious examination of the current business environment and competitive landscape of the Steel Rebars market for the forecast period, 2019 - 2026. For stakeholders, field marketing executives and product owners planning to maintain a competitive edge the market assessment report brings to light essential impression about the growth rate, share and size of the industry during the estimated period. Deep dive into an array of elements including but not limited to the value proposition, product positioning, and targeting and industry segmentation have been described through resources such as charts, tables, and info graphics.

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The global Steel Rebars market is highly fragmented with major players like ArcelorMittal, Hebei Iron and Steel, Baowu Group, Jiangsu Shagang, Sabic Hadeed, EVRAZ, Nucor, Riva Group, Emirates Steel, SteelAsia, Qatar Steel, Mechel, Jianlong Iron and Steel, Tata Steel, NLMK Group, Celsa Steel

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The Electronic Expansion Valves (EEV) market study for the forecast period, 2019 to 2026 discusses the prominent vendors catering to the specific demands of the customers?

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Segmentation: In market segmentation by geographical regions, the report has analysed the following regions-

North America (USA, Canada and Mexico)

Europe (Germany, France, UK, Russia and Italy)

Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, Korea, India and Southeast Asia)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Columbia etc.)

Middle East and Africa (Saudi Arabia, UAE, Egypt, Nigeria and South Africa)

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Deformed Steel

Mild Steel

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Infrastructure

Housing

Industrial

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Past Drabble 3

Pecha was dreading the end of the school year. Her senior year was almost over, and she still didn’t have an answer to where she was going to university, or what her major will be, or anything. She’s applied to a couple places, but she just doesn’t know. She took a detour on the way home one day. It was pleasant, and she didn’t want to deal with the pressure her family would put on her. She flopped on a slight hill by the park.

“Why do we have to go to uni anyway? Why can’t we just play?”

“Ee eevee vee?” You don’t want to?

“No, not really…”Pecha had become used to hearing some pokemon voices. She can’t even remember when it started… but what she did know was that Etra, her Eevee, was the clearest voice of them all.

“Vee vee eev!” Then we shouldn’t!

“Maybe...But it’s not like we have anything else to do instead. I doubt Mama and Papa would be ok with us bumming out at home forever.”

She felt Etra’s head, butting against her shoulder, and when she looked over, the pokemon ran towards the woods a little bit and back again. “Eevee! Eevee vee!” Adventure! We could go on an adventure!

“We...We could!”Pecha brightened up at that,”It would be good for us! And it looks good when you apply places! But...Mama would never go for it….” The Eevee’s ears drooped when she realized her trainer was right.

It wasn’t until a few days later that they both realized that she was an adult, and once she graduated, could make the decision to go on a journey regardless of her mom’s wishes. With that decided, she stopped working on school applications, and started preparing for her very first journey.

A few months later, she was walking across the stage in her cap and gown with Etra in a matching one next to her. She took photos and gave people hugs. She promised to stay in touch, even though she probably wouldn’t. And at the very end, she announced her plan to her family. Her dad was excited, proudly exclaiming to the people left in the auditorium her plan, while her mom and sister were shocked speechless. Her brother looked around the room, not understanding what was going on, and was more interested in the commotion around them anyway. The ride home found Pecha on the business end of a lecture from her mom. Two days later, her sister slipped into her room and asked if she wanted help packing, her Oddish bouncing happily beside her.

#A Playful Smile To Reach Your Heart And Soul ► IC #Time For A Sweet Story ► Drabbles #Past #Etra

[leondempsey]

Could the tt be safer

I watched a program on the dark days of f1 , with drivers dying in firey crashes , regularly. There was a massive push from the drivers to make the sport safer, they came up against resistance from suprising sources , like the manufacturers, and two mainstream motorsport magazines . 🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎🏎

My mind drifted, having seen the tt for the last 15 years , and over that time heard about hundreds of riders who lost their lives to the sport . ⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠⚠ Could we make it safe though ? …. Well, bike racing in any format is more dangerous than car racing , by nature, the rider is exposed, and is often the first thing to colide with something .

Given unlimited budget , how would it be done , the course is a public road, surrounded by real life features such as houses, mature trees and walls .

One option would be to replicate it , in a big wide open setting , layed out like a short circuit , with gravel traps and tech pro ™ fencing . Obviously a ridiculous idea, but needed listing .

The tt is unique in the way it is run , its a time trial , with single riders released in 10 sec intervals , this is a safer approach than the other international road races, which are real races , in the road ,and the fatalities per mile is higher at these events ( although part of that is down to finance , the tt commands huge sponsor interest and as such big changes are constantly made ) 💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱💱 Do we reduce speeds ? …..

Well , in a word , no . The battle for supremecy on the island is fed by the big bike manufacturers, and their quest to sell insanely fast road bikes , if these manufacturers were told their entries would be power limited , they wouldn’t come , they would continue with the national and international superbike series . The tt would become a clubman event , with privateers battling on purchased machines . 🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁

So…do we reduce speeds by engineering the track , breaking straights up with chicaines and altering the radius of the faster corners (balagary , union mills) making the bikes slower through the dangerous bends that are often the scene of fatalities.. again , this would go against the spirit of the event, the legendary corners are what make the fastest laps so hard to achieve, let me explain . ⤵ Balagary is a right hand corner , about 60 degrees radius , soft over a good span , there’s a roller on the approach (bump ) and this corner really does ask everything of a bike and rider , you approach it at 195-200 mph , after a mile of being flat out with the bike singing as it runs up to the soft limiter that stops the engine revving itself to death. You come up out of the bubble , into 180 mph headwind (eeve all put our hands out of a car window at 70 mph )imagine the forces a rider experiences as he comes up from behind his wind shield, so, with that in mind , the rider is having his arms ripped off as he looks for the turn in point , as the world warp speeds around him , his eyes fixed , looking for that flash of white kerb , beyond the apex , when that comes into view the rider gos back one gear , a slight lift of throttle to allow weight transfer onto the front, then the bump , the bike is unsettled , ut shakes the bars , and squirms as the 160 mph experience enters into its last stage , the grip will come , the riders know this , the shock absorption is epic, the chassis is at its full load, the tyres deform under load , the gyroscopic forces grab and pull at the machine , the rider is back in his bubble over the tank , pinning the throttle , allowing the front wheel to lift as the 5th gear throws 200 hp at the rear wheel …he’s through ,and on his way …..the privateers go back two gears here, and actually brake , still aoexing at 140 mph, but with the bike calm and in traction , not floating and unfolding like a perpetual explosion …… ↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗↗ So you see , this corner is sacred , but , so was tamberello at imola , that did for ayrton senna and roland ratzenburger , they put a chicaine in its place . ⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔⛔ This brings me to another option , and this is the big one , electronics….. 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 I witnessed some huge saves at this tt , hillier , Harrison and hutchinson all had massive high side threats , but stay on the machine, I believe the complex multi axis systems these modern bikes run are actually catching accidents , in fractions of seconds, way quicker than a rider can react , in fact if a rider is to save one of these moments, he must see it coming and correct it before it happens….obviously this isn’t always possible regardless of how good a rider is . So , can we look at electronics with a view to safety before performance? It’ll be tricky , as the teams don’t want any system.on the bike that could ultimately slow the pace , but I believe we can have robust safety maps , alongside the existing traction and wheelie controll , active dampening etc ….its surely a real option , these sytems are in place to keep riders safe anyway , they just need tuning , yo be more on the side of safety, again it’ll be a battle , because a fast bike is one that is ready to crash , with knife edge handling . 📉📉📉📉📉📉📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 So …airbag leathers ….the moto gp boys are afforded maximum protection with automatic airbags in their leathers , they are expensive , but surely the manufacturers have a duty to protect their sales staff ! To me , all the answers are with the manufacturers if they want this event , and the sales it gives , there needs to be a safety working group , headed by the manufacturers and crucially funded by them too .

Just my thoughts .

📌📌📌📌📌📌📌📌📌UPDATE 📌📌📌📌📌📌📌 Ian hutchinson had a pretty bad accident at the 27th milestone up on the mountain part of the Course . Up until this evening there was no explaination as to why he appeared to just run out of road , as he took a left handed bend , the front seemed to just tuck or fail . 📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷📷 An amateur photographer was situated at this complex, and had been buisily going through his pictures of the crash, searching for the smoking gun , and boy did he find it , the front tyre failed on turn in , its clear to see from the photograph , ian never had a chance . 🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁 He was airlifted to hospital quickly , he was concious but in a lot of pain, after finding he had shattered his left fema , and was looking at a long road to recovery, if you know his story , you'll know that this is the worst case scenario for him , having lost two years of his life enduring the darkest times of his life , he will be battling not to allow those awful demons back into his life. 🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴 A puncture isn't acceptable , absolutely unacceptable, the manufacturer has the technology to build the perfect tyre , the only way a puncture should be allowed to happen is if the rider runs over debris , or the tyre is incorrectly inflated . Checks have been made , the on board shows Ian doesn't ride over any suspect items , and the pit charts show correct inflation . This was a manufacturer error , an inperfection in the rubber , and that is completely unacceptable. A blow out on a bike is almost always going to cause a dismount , and dependant on speeds that dismount will be critical , and possibly fatal , imagine it happening in balagary (mentioned earlier) when the bike is at full load , with a dry stone wall waiting to punish the way ward. 🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳🚳 This takes me neatly back to the point that manufacturers have the lives of their riders in their hands, Ian switched to dunlop™ tyres from metzler™ just before the tt, he said he wanted better consistency. Dunlop are a top level Motorsport company, and this accident throws them into turmoil , it simply should not have happened, had they flirted with danger to get the perfect tyre , had they made the carcass so light it wasn't up to 3 laps of the tt ......🚩 ♿Ian has a long road to recovery, and his superstock campaign in the bsb will suffer , he needs to keep his head up , and fight again, like he knows how to , and return . ➡The sport though has lessons to learn , I think its time the manufacturers stepped up and accepted liability for the event.