#i have been in a pokemon mood for the past

[knee-stockings]

hey what are your favorite coping mechanisms. mine rn are retail therapy (not good) and sleeping for fun (also not good)

#want to collect them like pokemon #I’ve been in a mood for the past week and no idea how to get out of it #ignore me #I don’t have much money and all the extra sleep still leaves me tired and also with less time to do thing #loud sigh

[convito]

Blasting Off To The Past: Chapter 1: The Customers Are Used To This By Now

Finished chapter 1 of my fanfic based on @yamujiburo's Jessie/Delia Pokemon comics. The fact that it's just the first chapter is a development that materialized roughly 5 minutes ago when I realized this thing is getting way too long to write all at once. It's just a fun little day-in-the-life story because I wanted an excuse to write these characters.

Here's the AO3 link.

Below is the full chapter text. Enjoy!

“Meowth, I demand to know why you just kicked me!” James yelled dramatically.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I wouldn’t waste my time kicking you!” Meowth

The lunch rush took its toll on everyone in different ways. For Delia, the strain kept her too busy to notice anything outside the restaurant. For Jessie, it meant Delia wasn’t looking at her.

In the case of James and Meowth, it was dealer’s choice. Today, that meant each blaming the other for the table leg they each routinely tripped over. Meowth’s thimble-sized temper had reached a boiling point. James was mad by association.

Delia had been holding down the kitchen until the commotion piqued her attention, prompting a peek around the corner into the dining area. She saw Meowth seething as his serving tray clattered to the ground, trading leers with James whose serving tray remained pristinely perched atop his fingers.

Then time stood still as she saw Jessie burst in with a face that gave her conflicting feelings, making a Beedrill-line for the bickering duo. How she heard the noise from across town would remain a mystery. The love of Delia’s life was a lit fuse heading straight for a flamboyantly colored powder keg. The focus now needed to be heading off the stormfront before it turned the restaurant into a restauNOT (she took a second to chuckle at that).

“Jessie. Babe. Sweetie.”

The red menace continued undeterred. Delia raised her voice.

“Jessie, stop! Jessie! Honey!”

Still nothing. Delia was desperate.

“STOP, DAMMIT!”

Jessie screeched to a halt, bringing the universe with her. She and her two partners in something or other all turned their heads toward Delia, three identical faces of exaggerated shock. Though Jessie’s sported a tinge of crimson.

“I… buh…” she attempted.

“Delia made a swear,” Meowth whispered.

James simply covered his ears.

But whether through shock or sheer force of Delia’s long-bided power, the situation was defused for now. The residual fallout kept things together until the restaurant finally slowed down. James and Meowth lost their abrasion around each other, more or less back to their regular selves give or take the occasional shared look towards Delia. Granted, not unlike their usual behavior.

Jessie, meanwhile, had stuck around to help however she could. At the moment, she was employing her puppy dog eye technique to try and soften Delia’s mood every time her wife looked her way. Despite coming across more like bewildered Magikarp eyes, which had Delia desperately suppressing a snort laugh at every turn, it probably would have worked even if she actually had been angry.

Eventually, closing time arrived. Jessie had finally released Delia from her fishy look and was taking a break from cleaning to watch James and Meowth. The other two former Rockets were Taurosing around with each other as they took the garbage out back. Delia noticed a wistful look in her wife’s eye. It was one she’d been seeing a lot of lately.

“You miss the adventure, don’t you?” Delia asked warmly.

Jessie gave a slight start at this before nodding. They’d grown to know each other well enough that it was no surprise Delia could read her so intimately.

“I know we weren’t the good guys going after the twe- eh, Ash and Pikachu like that,” Jessie seemed just a bit embarrassed, “but getting out there and traveling around really got my juices moving.”

“Even more than our little battling vacations?”

“W-well, I wouldn’t say…” Jessie hesitated, but she knew she never needed to hide anything from Delia, especially after all this time. “Kinda, yeah.”

Jessie’s regular trips out into the region with Delia to explore and battle gym leaders had very quickly begun to rank among the highlights of her life, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything, no matter how shiny. But…

“I just miss the camaraderie with James and Meowth,” she found herself gushing. “I miss the cartoon-level plans we came up with together, I miss the big Meowth balloon, I miss James’ camp cooking and Meowth’s snoring, not to mention-”

“I’m sorry, what was that about Meowth?”

“Oh, right, you never heard his outdoor snoring. Only happens when he’s camping. Real conker of a wavelength he could belch out, which you wouldn’t expect from a little fart like him. I think he developed it as a defense to make predators think a Snorlax is sleeping nearby or someth-”

“What?” Delia had trouble getting a word in edgewise sometimes, a trait of their relationship she oddly treasured. She liked seeing Jessie excited. “No, why would I ask to hear about…? Never mind, I meant the balloon thing.”

“Ok, yeah, that makes more sense,” Jessie admitted. “It was a thing of genuine beauty. A huge hot air balloon in the shape of Meowth. We even used official Team Rocket funds to commission it. They seemed cool with it.”

“I’d like to point out that they did very much fire you.”

“Oh yeah,” Jessie said with a guttural giggle. “Wow, things are definitely starting to make some more sense now that I say them out loud. But anyway, we used to go everywhere in that balloon. It was our own little home where we never had to deal with property tax. We’d sleep up there, have some fun by spitting off the sides, do… other things off the sides…”

“Honey, I love you but oh my god.”

“Hey, if you can think of other ways to handle being up in the air for days at a time…” Jessie’s old smug nature crept in, which she caught before going any further. “Th-the point is I just miss the balloon. It was sort of a symbol of that complete freedom we used to have. Nothing tying us down, literally. No rules. No responsibilities. No bosses or authori-” she paused, her expression that of a system reboot. “How did we not get fired sooner?”

“I didn’t realize how much you thought about that time,” Delia started to feel just a touch of guilt. Or was it jealousy?

“Not 'all the time' or anything. Some things just remind me of that past life. Like how James and Meowth have been sniping at each other a lot lately,” Jessie said with a look of dawning realization. “They must be feeling homesick too. Or, I mean ‘homesick’ I guess,” she made some halfhearted quotes with her fingers. A glance over at Delia dropped the fingers immediately as Jessie read her wife’s expression, as subtle as it was.

Jessie wordlessly walked over to Delia, not rushing, not holding back, simply going. She took her hands in her own and clasped them.

“I am happier now than I’ve ever been,” Jessie answered a wordless question. There was no need to explore the topic further. This is the most she’d talked about the old days since, she realized, that awkward time when she, James, and Meowth had shown up on Delia’s doorstep completely out of options. It was enough that she got it out.

Delia just smiled. It was a genuine smile, but one that obscured hidden depths. Depths that ironically flew right over Jessie’s head.

Once they finished closing, Jessie and Delia stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand, following James and Meowth who had apparently regained their passion for griping. Jessie paid little attention as they fired quips back and forth, sounding to her like synthesized speech from a Nintendo 64 game. She was content where she was, blissfully strolling home with the love of her life. No thoughts, just vibes.

If she’d only opened her eyes, she’d have seen the poorly-hidden look of sneaky determination emblazoned on Delia’s face.

-the next morning-

“Ash!” Delia burst into her son’s room. “We’re making a balloon!”

#hanamusa #pokemon #pokémon #delia ketchum #jessie team rocket #fanfic #i don't write stories #i only write banter #if a story materializes then it's by accident i assure you

[harlowtales]

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

⚠️ toxic dynamics 18+ only ‼️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gee how did you guess?” You said sarcastically

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you.” You shot back

“Turn.” He repeated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tag List: Please DM to be put on, taken off, or for me to follow you✌🏾Thanks for all follows 🙏🏾

***I write family fics, sweet, drama, smut***

@jacks-daycare @killatravtramp @jackslilsecrett @jackmans-poison @jharlowsangels @a-moment-captured @comehomeimissyou @hoodharlow @hotsforharlow @heavyhitterheaux @itsyagirljaz @iheartharlow @spicypiscesthings

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #fanfic #hip hop #romance #jack harlow smut #jack harlow fanfic #dramatic #writing

[silvereyedzoroark]

Latimas: Sandstorm Encounter

Why is it that every time he goes into a dungeon, something has to happen? Then again with the state of the world being threatened again (Why is the world always in danger?), he shouldn't be too surprised that the dungeon Pokemon were a bit more restless especially the 'mini bosses'

Before him was the Albino Hippowdon making a ruckus and the cause for the sandstorm that was delaying his journey, it usually only came out at night, being sensitive to the sun light, but with the recent earthquakes it must have put it in a really bad mood.

It roared and stamped the ground, sand being flung into the air, its maw open wide and threatening, It was mad, it was reaaallly mad.

"I am Lati-Emmet, I did not come here to fight you, but if you don't let me past this station, I will fight you"

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Okay this image had been inspired by this Hippo sculpture

Photo from shiftythrifting tumblr post https://www.tumblr.com/shiftythrifting/747318286604288000?source=share

Originally I was debating between making either an albino Hippowdon or Hippowdon ghost type variant, ended up with the first option. But it was suppose to be a simple image, but then I felt it needed a background and then I felt it needed someone else in the pic and ended up adding Lati-Emmet.

But here is the Albino Hippowdon on its own, how it started.

I honestly always forget that Hippowdon doesn't have any visible ears!

Anyway, would like to draw this beastie again, but we'll have to see how things go, I've got a lot to do/draw but I have the idea for a night time pic, as I imagine this Pokemon usually only comes out at night, also given it the name Quartz

#pokemon #submas #Latimas AU #Lati-Emmet #Emmet #Hippowdon #albino Hippowdon #sandstorm #subway boss emmet #subway master emmet #latios #pokemon mystery dungeon #PMD

[leggerefiore]

Changes

cw: slither wing ingo and emmet, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), fluff, some scarlet violet spoilers

summary: A walk-through of some scenarios for my Slither Wing twins au.

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The Great Crater of Paldea always felt impossible and strange. Your time down that had surely been over a few months by this point, but it simply never became something that was an easy adjustment.

Especially with the odd pokemon.

Slither Wings usually avoided you, thankfully, but Scream Tails and Great Tusks tended to find a way to attack should you wander too close to them. Normal pokemon varied based on their mood, but the so-called Paradox Pokemon certainly took the cake for being some of the more aggressive ones.

Still, that did not quell your urge to explore your strange environment. No matter how badly that upset the Slither Wing hybrids that had deemed themselves your mates. The massive, prehistoric hybrids had been a terrifying at first. Their strange resemblance to Volcarona had you thinking about a possible regional variant before you remembered that Paldea actually had Volcarona as a native pokemon. Being snatched from your nature walk outside Medali did not help calm your worries, either.

It was a bit difficult to forgive them, but when the professor approached you with obvious confusion, you knew this was certainly a circumstance. She basically pleaded with you to stay with the hybrids so she could observe more of their behaviour. They were seriously from an impossible amount of time to fathom in the past. You could only imagine how much terror had come to them being forced into this era.

You would have denied her request and demanded her to help you leave immediately, but the more vocal of the two Slither Wing twins approached you with soft clicks. The way he pressed you into his chest and continued with gentle noises left you a bit more interested.

You agreed then, and began your new life here.

It had its ups and its downs, but you were genuinely enthralled by the pokemon hybrids that you had lived with and the crater itself. The way light glistened all around you no matter the time of day, or how white petals danced in the wind across the many layers of cliffs in the local left you in a slight trance. There was little of the crater you had truly explored, though. The Slither Wing twins protested your movements heavily.

“… I'm worried about my rations,” you told the twins as they watched you with their insectoid eyes. Ingo and Emmet were the names Sada had given them. It was beyond you where she pulled such names from, but they worked as well as any. “Sada has not made contact in a while either,” you continued, “I need to speak with her.” Emmet, the more aggressive of the two, sprung up and charged towards you. His musty scent and fluffy body were apparent as he pulled you against him.

Ingo was quick to follow his brother and chirp at your side, distressingly. Their antennae twitched while their wings remained stiffly spread out behind them. They were obviously still against the idea of you heading out to the depths of the crater. Even mentioning your declining rations did little to convince them. Knowing how they were, they would prefer to be your sole providers as they thought it would prove them better mates. Food was fine, sure, but water was where your concerns lie.

“… Emmet,” you stared into the moth's eyes deeply, “Come with me. This is important. I won't back down.” You watched as his wings fluttered behind him a few times as he desperately chittered in a conversation with his brother. Their understanding of modern language in such a short time was something amazing, but they struggled when forming their own sentences back to you. Abruptly, their conversation stopped, and Emmet's attention returned to you.

“Fih-ne,” he agreed, “Go.” You could almost blush when he grasped your hand if it was not followed by him dragging you like a Stoutland would its owner on a leash. Pokemon always seemed more afraid of the hybrids than you. It was obvious how even more of the vicious ones in the crater seemingly wished to avoid conflict with the prehistoric creatures that lurked with them. The aggression Emmet had was not unknown to you. Dual Wingbeat, Lunge, and Thrash were not uncommon moves to see him use on pokemon he felt were getting too close to the nest or you. It had even astounded you to see him and Ingo use fire-type moves. It made you wonder just how long ago Volcarona obtained its fire typing.

The scenery changed from grass covered cliffs to shaded rock as you walked deeper and deeper into the crater. You and the twins lived closer to the top, preferring to be closer to humanity, at least somewhat. You observed different pokemon making their appearances as you edged closer to the depth of the crater. A few Gabites charged at you, but easily were subdued by a First impression by Emmet, who seemed to grow more wary each time something looked at you both.

Eventually, you made it to a Research Station. Feeling tired from the amount of distance you had travelled to get here, you entered the building without much thought. Emmet likely needed a break, too, having been fighting off any pokemon that risked an attack on you both.

This Research Station, however, was not like the ones you had previously visited. It was a complete wreck. The terrestrial crystals laid in strange places around the central room, while massive gas canisters were knocked over on their sides. What really made you nervous was a giant pipe that laid on the ground with horrible damage to it. You felt ill.

The professor had failed to make contact with you for an unusually long period of time, and then you saw a building she would have frequented in such an awful condition. It was hard to not have your mind race with thoughts. Emmet curiously tapped at the glowing crystals, mind elsewhere. You swallowed. Your phone was still in an unusable condition.

You grasped Emmet's dark hand and stared into his silver eyes. His head tilted in a cute manner, and you felt at ease. At least you were not alone in here. You buried your face into his fuzzy chest and sighed. His tail perked up, and his free arm went around. Trills and happy chirps entered your ears. It amazed you that they truly loved you despite all the boundaries in your way.

“Let's go back home,” you spoke to him softly, “I need to think about some things.”

He eagerly led you back to your nest.

~

You laid in the bundle of dried plants, torn cloths, and blankets as you wondered how to go about this. Sada's lack of communication pointed only to one answer, which meant it was ridiculously dangerous for you to remain here. Even with the protection of the twins, you lacked the proper resources to keep yourself going. The obvious answer was to leave the crater, but you wanted to bring the twins with you.

You even wanted to brave as to leave Paldea with them. Ingo stayed awake on guard, watching the small entrance of the small crevice your nest rested in. Emmet was curled up beside you, out cold from your trip to the bottom of the crater. You needed to leave here desperately, but it almost felt like a choice between your own safety and remaining with your foolishly beloved moths.

The deeper you fell, the more unaware you became of the hybrid leaving his post to approach you. The feeling of his cold touch against your face made you nearly jump out of your skin. He tilted his head as he clicked at you in a gentle manner. His expressions were not as easy to read as Emmet's own, but his concern was obvious. You smiled at him softly and moved to rest your forehead to his. A happy trill came from him as his arms moved around you. He was the sweeter of the two, you would admit.

“If… If I wanted to leave here,” you asked him, “... Would you go with me?” There was a chance that taking from this seemingly curated environment would cause them more pain that was entirely unneeded. His eyes met yours curiously.

“Why leave?” he questioned. You supposed he would not understand.

“I'll likely die if I stay here,” you explained bluntly, “I will need to leave soon. Sada is gone.” Ingo stood up abruptly and observed you with odd eyes. You could see panic somewhere mixed in. He may have interpreted your words as leaving them rather than leaving the crater. You followed his movements and grasped on to him tightly. “Please… Go with me,” you begged him with big eyes, “I know you are probably scared, but I don't want to leave you.”

His fingers found themselves into your hair. Softly, they began to stroke the strands. You remained close to him, at ease by the gentle pulse of his heart and oddly woody scent. Another warmth came around you as Emmet was seemingly awoken from his sleep. His soft chirps and Ingo's louder ones were easy in your ears. Something solid and nice to focus on.

“… We will follow you,” Ingo gave a reply in your tongue. You felt your racing pulse finally decline back to a normal speed.

That night was spent in a moth cuddle pile.

~

It had been difficult to move such odd hybrids across borders, admittedly, but you were dead set on living in Unova with them. The situation had been managed with an off-market ball containing Emmet and dressing Ingo up as human as you could during a lucky timed molt. Both were not the biggest fans of their transport, but Ingo at least complied with your requests.

They also were decidedly not the biggest fans of you taking a job and leaving them alone in your odd new “nest.” This resulted in many shredded blankets and a few times a Slither Wing had been caught stalking after you in the hall. Though, things had since settled into your new space. The moths were intrigued by the television and the foods you brought home to them. This did not mean they had given up on trying to follow you around but had got it to a nice lower number of times that you had to explain the massive Volcarona hybrid clinging to you.

There had even been a few times that you had taken them out in disguises around the city. Emmet did not enjoy that as much as Ingo. Just as he hated the bath and being brushed. It was difficult to remove Ingo from your bathtub, however, and whenever you decided to brush through his fuzz, he became nothing more than a giant, moth Purrloin. During those outside trips, though, you soon discovered the hybrid's odd fascination with the subway trains. It was the only thing that could consistently see them at ease and acting calmly, so they got trips on the trains quite often.

Which led to you discovering gag gifts of the Subway Bosses uniforms. It was something you bought more for a laugh to see the massive moths in, but when you revealed the items to them, they genuinely were curious about the clothing. They put them on, and you stared at them in a bit of shock. It fit them decently, and they both were happy to wear it. A new issue arose, however. They refused to take them off. More were purchased soon after.

This, naturally, led to taking them on the trains more. The looks they got you assumed was from their poor mimicry of the actual Subway Bosses, whoever they were. That remained your assumption until you found them hanging out in the locomotive. Casually. The depot agents barely regarding them and actually referring to them as boss. It was then you realised something terribly.

You learnt where your dear professor pulled the names given to the twins from.

You tried to pretend there were not identical Frosmoth twins, literally, to your Slither Wing hybrid mates actually running the station. Instead, you focused on making sure they did not cause any issues during their beloved train rides. It only felt like a matter of time until those twins discovered your moths, though. Which led to less frequent trips, to their distress.

To your horror, the situation did arise…

A Frosmoth version of your dear Ingo shaking his head in a level of denial at the giant version of himself while yours desperately was trying to use Flame Charge.

What a mess for you and them both.

Though, maybe you could make allies in your odd situation with them.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader/emmet #submas.ima #pokehybrid au

[subzerosongie]

Aching Reminders

Completely SFW

Summary: After a bad day, Lucifer's scars on his back begin to ache, setting his low mood into the floor. Lazuli has seen this mood before in Lucifer but she isn't ready for him to completely break down in front of her, leading to an equally emotional bonding moment for them both. Completely SFW

This day had been nothing but a nightmare, another one in a line of worse and worse days. On top of being late with student counsel work. His brothers squabbles and Diavolo's problems. It felt like nothing was ever going right.

Nursing a glass of Demonus in his hand, not his first of the evening nor his last he sighed as he forced himself to look away for a moment. He had to get this done, even if it took all night. The Avatar turned on some music to keep him company as the House of Lamentation fell silent for the night. 

Quill scribbling on paper as the hours flew by and multiple glasses of the potent booze later, Lucifer finally finished what needed doing. But as he stood up his back flared in pain, it instantly made his mood sink into the floor.

Walking downstairs to get some water to offset the Demonus, a familiar figure milled about the kitchen, the light of a lantern dimly lit the kitchen.

"...Lazuli? You should be in bed." He called out to her, as he walked into the kitchen. She was making herself some tea, her blue locks damp from a shower. Lucifer realized that she was having a hard time sleeping.

"I know Lucifer, damn nightmares…" She agreed with him and sighed before sipping her tea. Her Australian accent dripped from her words as she spoke. "You should be as well, don't tell me you've been at your desk all night." Her emerald green eyes looked up at him in concern.

She wasn't wrong, he too had places to be in the morning as well. He shrugged his shoulders and winced slightly. "I know, I was just grabbing some water." He explained as he grabbed a glass and filled it.

Lazuli's keen eyes noticed the wince and packed it away for now. She had noticed him do that in the past but never pressed the issue, she had always felt it wasn't her place. Even now, her second year in the program, she still didn't feel like it was okay for her to drag up old wounds.

A few moments passed by in silence "Lucifer, you need to take care of yourself better." She broke the silence with her voice. 

Anger briefly flared in him, how could a human understand what he needed, he only calmed because he realized her words came from a place of love and care for him.

"...I'm fine." He said, hoping to sell the lie to the ever perceptive Lazuli.

"You always think you can will yourself better. Lucifer, I smell the Demonus on your breath. Bloody hell, you are anything but fine."

Lucifer sighed and looked at Lazuli with slight annoyance. "You being as perceptive as you are, can be annoying." He hissed.

Taking another gulp of her tea. "Come to the common room, let's talk." She said as she walked from the kitchen into the common room and sat on the chair.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, confused about her intentions.

"Anything, you look like you just need a moment to just not worry about the next thing on your to do for a moment. 

"Okay, I guess. What's your favourite class?" He asked, he wasn't sure about her idea working but he was willing to give it a shot.

"Hmm, tough. I really like familiars class but I also like hexes and curses." Lazuli answered. "...Do you even take classes?" She paused. 

P

"Yeah, probably nothing you have in common. I really like Devildom Law." He replied, a soft smirk emerging on his face. "Familiars? I didn't think you were an animal lover." He said with a pensive look.

"I love Animals, Familiars remind me of Pokemon." She laughed. 

Pokemon? Oh, he remembered it was a video game from the human world. "I suppose it's not too far off." He shrugged. 

He winced again as he shifted to get more comfortable. Lazuli took the chance to pounce. "Sore back?" She asked.

"...You don't know the half of it." He hissed in pain. 

"Come here, let me rub your back at least." She said with a heavy sigh.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before relenting. Lazuli rubbed her fingers down his back gently to feel where his back hurt the most. His back was tight, she could feel the knots in his back. 

"Take off your shirt for me?" She asked, her eyes locking onto his as he turned to look at her. He huffed and took it off. Lazuli brought the lantern closer to his back, revealing the scars on his back, they reminded her of the ones all over her body.

"Oh dear, no wonder you're so sore." She said running her hands along them, she noticed his scars laid where his black wings sprouted from on his back. She pressed deeply into his shoulders, massaging them with her tiny hands.

"I've been alive a long time Zuli'" He said, using her nickname. "Scars are inevitable." He said then remembering her own.

"You have them all over you and you've only been alive for 2 decades?" 

"Something like that." She replied as she sighed. 

"What's really sore right now, Lucifer." She asked.

"All along my back and sides." He replied. Of course they were the scarred areas. 

She lightly pressed the pads of her fingers into the scarred tissue and sighed. 

"Do you wanna talk about what's bugging you?" She asked, she felt like she was getting to the root of the issue. 

"Just stressed." He slurred, her caring touch making his touch starved soul feel emotional, his eyes brimmed with tears as she kept going.

"Lucifer, I won't judge. I'm just a second year human student with a heart." She said with a sigh.

"...You know what's on my shoulders." He gruffly spoke to her.

"Yeah I do vaguely, you never share yourself with me really." She replied.

He felt torn on what to say now, between pushing her away or breaking down. He'd pushed everyone away for so long that he was almost falling apart right then and there but damn his Pride got in the way.

"Well, I'm sure you know about the fights I've had to break up this past week or so." He said, starting with something they both knew was happening. 

Lazuli felt a pang of guilt from her chest as he recalled that. She had been in some of those. 

"I uh, yeah. I'm sorry your brothers and I are hot and cold sometimes. I try to avoid him whenever possible." She sighed heavily. 

"You do tend to let your emotions dictate your actions." He replied. 

He wasn't wrong, she knew most of her squabbles were a mixture of her pride and her emotions, she supposed it was somewhat a force of habit.

"Regardless, I didn't mean to add to your stress." She said, "Not right of me to treat your hospitality like it's a right and not a privilege. I do appreciate you welcoming me back for a second round." She chuckled towards the latter part of her sentence. 

"Back to the topic at hand. My younger brothers squabbles aren't anything new but nonetheless they do stress me out.." He paused. 

"Student Council reports are late, I finished them tonight but I still hate that I let them pass through the cracks." Lucifer said finally letting go. 

"What made them fall by the wayside?" She asked, looking at him. 

"Other paperwork, I really can't speak to the details of them." He said looking back at her. 

"Well I'm sure Diavolo understands your struggles. He seems like a kind man for a demon king." She nodded slowly.

"He is, but as his right hand man, I see the issues he has right in front of me." He said before quickly adding. "...It isn't my place to discuss those issues either, Lazuli." He said firmly just as she opened her mouth. 

"Understood." She said, rubbing the back of her head. 

Lucifer's mind swapped back to the scars along his back and that's when he started to fracture slightly. 

"Then like I don't have enough to deal with these damn scars on my back have to ache and remind myself of all I've lost, like I already don't get a reminder every single day!" He said as the words tumbled from his mouth, he looked surprised to have even said the words aloud. 

Lazuli took a second to read the situation. Lucifer didn't move, nor did she. Just the breathing in the room broke the heavy silence as his words held in the air.

Lazuli knew this probably wasn't a smart idea but her heart felt like it was pushing her to do what her brain had thought about doing. 

She slowly wrapped her arms around Lucifer, her heart racing as she accepted her fate. Whichever it was. Lucifer held still, his body and mind wanted two different things and it stun locked him.

His body wanted to crumble into itself and let go completely, return the hug and release the tension in his chest but his brain wanted to shove her away, protecting himself.

Surprised that Lucifer hadn't reacted in either direction she pulled back, embarrassment etched in her face.

"Sorry…Should've asked." She said, looking away from him.

Lucifer blinked, she was brave enough to try and console him without considering her own safety. 

"There you go again letting your emotions get the best of you." Lucifer said softly. 

"May I hug you?" She asked, like they hadn't been intimate together during her first year.

Lucifer nodded and she hugged him tightly. Her touch made the tension in his chest move into his throat, a familiar knot growing within it as he resisted the urge to sob.

Lazuli heard him choke up, it's a sound she knew all too well. Her eyes looked up as he hugged her back, burying his head into her neck and shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay Lucifer. It's alright." She said, trying to comfort the man, who was fighting tears, a losing battle but a battle nonetheless. "It's okay to be vulnerable from time to time. I promise you that I won't judge if you need to cry." She said recalling what her dad had spoken to her when she was growing up.

"Emotions aren't weakness, in fact I think it's stronger of someone to feel them." She said rubbing his back gently as quiet sobs left Lucifer. 

"There, that's it. Let it out. It's just you and I here right now. You're safe." She continued to console him, it was strange for sure. A human comforting a demon like this. Lucifer let out audible sobs and gasps as he finally let himself fall apart. Lazuli's left hand stroking his hair and her right still rubbing his back.

It seemed like ages (but probably no more than 10 minutes) that Lucifer held the smaller woman close to him and sobbed into her shoulder. Lazuli sat there, glad to be there for as long as he needed her. Her voice hushed as she continued to prompt Lucifer to let out his frustrations and tears as she kept stroking his hair caringly. 

His sobs eventually quieted and then stopped all together. Before he'd pull away from her shoulder and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and rubbed his tears and mucus from Lazuli's shoulder before wiping himself clear.

"Do you feel better Lucifer?" She asked, her eyes locking to his as they again let silence take over. 

"...Yes, I do feel a lot better." He finally said as he moved her off his lap and got up, helping her up as well. 

"Thank you." He said, pulling her in for a hug. 

"Anytime…Come on. We should get to bed." She said with a chuckle before watching Lucifer go upstairs to his room before flopping into her own.

#obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me luci #obey me mc #obey me oc

[the-present-is-a-gift-au]

Chapter 14: In Which Twig and Grovyle Have a Chat

Grovyle and Celebi stopped by for a visit, much to Twig’s dread and terror. She couldn’t see a socially acceptable reason to turn down Celebi’s inviting herself and Grovyle over, though, and therefore was trapped with an unwanted confrontation so soon after she had essentially flayed Grovyle alive with her words. 

The atmosphere was thick with tension when she greeted the two out on the roadside with Darkrai in her wake. The Legends seemed gleefully oblivious to it, and eagerly paired off to chat in the house about interplanar tourism or something similar, leaving Twig and Grovyle alone together. The worst thing about the tension was that it wasn’t one of anger or betrayal. It was one of exhaustion; of sorrow and regret. Twig wanted to apologize, but she didn’t know how to do it without tearing at the wound she’d dealt to Grovyle. 

Grovyle took a seat on one of the topmost beams of the fence running along the roadside at the backmost edge of Twig’s property. Twig sat herself down on a beam a ways off to his side. 

Silence fell between them, heavy on their shoulders and weighing on their tongues. They both wanted to say something, but neither broke the thick quiet that divided them.

Twig found herself unable to withstand the silence. She forced herself to speak. “I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

“Alright.” Grovyle straightened his back, glancing at her from the corners of his eyes. “... That question being?”

“Was there ever a time I—” She swallowed down the words she wanted to say. “I-I mean, what kind of person was I like? Before I lost my memories.”

She didn’t have to look up at him to know the way he’d tensed up, the way he held his breath. Somehow that was more familiar to her than her own mind. She knew Grovyle better than she knew herself most days, and it was a comforting thing for the most part. If she didn’t understand who she was, at least she knew that Grovyle’s thoughts had all ground to a stuttering halt by the way the leaves along his arms shifted. 

“I thought you didn’t want to know anything about who you were as a human,” he slowly ventured.

She didn’t respond.

Grovyle gave her a worried look, turning to face her now. “Twig, you’ve asked us to not mention anything about you from before you were a pokemon. You’ve been pretty vocal about how much you don’t want to hear about it. Why do you want to know all of a sudden? Did something change?”

“No, nothing’s changed, I just—” She paused, considered her next words carefully. “I want to know who I was before I was so— so like this. Before I was so angry, or nervous, or sad, or…” There was a lump in her throat that she struggled to swallow past. “I want to know if I wasn't always this way. I need to know I wasn’t always this way. I have to know who I was before, because…” She trailed off, looking up.

Grovyle was watching her with the most heartbreaking expression she had ever seen him wear. 

“You good, man?” She tried to lighten the mood with her casual tone. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Grovyle, c’mon, you’re kind of freaking me out—”

“There was never a before,” he said, cutting her off. “Not one I was there for, at least. You were always a nervous person, you were always quick to anger, and…” He frowned. “I don’t know about you being sad, per se, but you were always good at hiding it.” He added in a bitter mutter, “At least once you had a good mentor in that…”

She had the feeling she wasn’t supposed to hear the last bit. She didn’t comment on it. “What do you mean? I thought you were surprised to find out that I was your partner when we met up again— more than just because I was a pokemon. You said you thought I was really different at first, before you got to know me better.”

“You were different then. But now you’re more like the Twig I knew before than you ever were as a charmander. As a human, you were… pensive. You were a people-pleaser, and you hated taking up space. You had a hard time asking for help. As a charmander, you were hotheaded and confident. But now, sometimes you say something and I’m shocked to see a pokemon standing there when I glance over.”

Grovyle leaned forward in his spot on the fence— how he managed to do so without losing his balance was beyond her. She supposed she still didn’t quite understand how to make good use of a tail. He seemed to wrestle within himself, struggling to find the words he wanted. “I didn’t… I didn’t know a human Twig who was as self-assured as you were as a charmander. I think that your amnesia did you a favor. You were far happier as a pokemon than you were in the Dark Future. I had seen people do terrible things to others, and I had witnessed events I don’t dare speak of— but I was more afraid of learning what caused you to be so… like you were, back then, than ever witnessing those things again.” 

“Did I ever tell you why I was like that?”

Grovyle cast her a worried look. “Twig, really, why are you asking these questions now? Are you alright? Is something going on?” 

“I just— I just wanted to know if—” The lump in her throat was even worse now. She stuttered a few more false-starts to her answer before it closed off her words entirely, and all she could let out was a small whine. Tears pricked at her eyes. She tried to wipe them away, but more sprang up to replace them. She managed to keep any more pitiful sounds from making their way out of her, but when Grovyle put a hand on her shoulder to pull her into a hug, she couldn’t help the way that she went stiff and fearful. He pulled away, immediately picking up on her slight shift in posture, and began trying to reassure her another way. Are you okay? He asked. Please tell me what’s going on. I’m worried. We all are. 

Twig couldn’t answer his question. She wanted to. She desperately wanted to tell him that she wasn’t okay, that she needed help, that she couldn’t do this on her own— but her throat was still closed up, still stuck on the lump of the question that she actually wanted to ask him. She wanted to know if Grovyle was already aware of the memory she’d recovered. She wanted to know if she wouldn’t have to break the news to him and suffer through Dusknoir’s reaction again, only so much worse— worse because this was Grovyle. She wanted to know if he already knew where she’d come from and what she’d done. But he didn’t. And, she lamented inwardly, I can’t work up the courage to tell him what I remembered when he’s watching me with tears in his eyes.

Twig shook her head. “I’m fine,” she choked out.

It was a blatant lie. Grovyle saw right through it. Twig knew that, but she couldn’t summon the truth.

#pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd sky #pmd explorers #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd fic #the present is a gift au #pmd grovyle

[cutekittenlady]

So based on that poll you all were so kind to respond to HERE, it seems you guys might like to see the idea of Eelektross in Hisui developed further.

So, to begin with I have little to no idea how Eelektross ends up in Hisui other than it's likely the same way Ingo ended up there. Perhaps there's a part in the Nimbasa City underground that inexplicable is prone to wormholes opening up. Perhaps the "rift" in Hisui has caused smaller "rifts" to randomly open and close at other points in space-time and Ingo and Eelektross just fell through.

Whatever the actual cause, Eelektross, a pokemon non-native to Hisui and completely domesticated finds itself trapped in an enviornment it's unused to and desperately seeks help from the one place it's gotten it in the past.

Humans.

Unfortunately, while the humans of Hisui have gotten more comfortable with the pokemon NATIVE to the region having (what appears to them to be) a giant eel monster popping out of the waterways and chasing after them doesnt really put them in a mood to be understanding/helpful. This, sadly, means Eelektross not only gains no help but gains the reputation of a monster in the eyes of the people of Jubilife and maybe even the clans.

While Ingo appearing would likely pour more light on this, if only because Eelektross seemingly obeys him in a way he doesnt anyone else, he's not assigned to this problem and instead Akari, Prof. Laventon, and maaaaaybe Rei end up with the job of having to hunt down this "monster."

Laventon (given he has an oshawott and has likely been to unova) is eventually able to identify Eelektross' species which, sadly, does Eeletross few favors as the understanding of his species behavior at this time is likely VERY dim and even in the most generous accounts from unova paint Eelektross as territorial, highly aggressive, and DANGEROUS.

Laventon wants to capture him alive and, hopefully, tame him but if they can't well... Someone might take things into their own hands. Eelektross doesnt make this easier as he is a trained and "owned" pokemon who has no intention of being "caught" again by anyone even if pokeballs dont work on him. A fact that comes as a shock to the people of hisui who might not have learned about the whole "you cant catch an owned pokemon" thing yet.

That is, assuming not being able to catch an "owned" pokemon is a natural side effect of the balls and not something that was later programmed in.

I'm open to thought on this, so if you have any suggestions, ideas, or questions hit up my ask box.

#eelektross #pokemon #pokemon eelektross #submas #pla #pokemon legends arceus #legends arceus #pokemon legends #Eelektross in HIsui

[askiceboundlopunny]

[Previous]

There was silence for a moment before it was broken by a quick calling whistle from Clementine, followed by the sounds of a rotom coming from behind her, before it then came out to show themselves.

The rotom zips around and in front of Clementine as she taps their screen a few times, with a few beeps to signify an application being started.

"Where are you two from?"

Linda furrows a brow. "What do you mean?"

"Where were you born and raised?" She quickly clarified.

"Ah. Well, for me, I grew up in my mom's forest next to Dragonspiral Tower."

"In Lake Acuity Forest." Tsubayuki answered bluntly.

Clementine hides her growing nervousness as she notices the lopunny's ears twitching in agitation and glances towards Linda as she taps Malware's screen.

"From Unova huh? You sure came a long way to get here didn't you?" She jokes to try and lighten the mood a little.

"Alright next question. Can you tell me how old you two are?"

Tsubayuki ponders the pokemon trainer's question with her chin resting on the thumb of her closed hand. "I must admit, it has been getting difficult to keep track as the time has passed. The years begin to blur together after a while, so I am afraid I cannot give an exact number." She explained. "But I do believe I am around 480 at this point."

The lopunny's answer caused Linda to raise an eyebrow and glance at her with a surprised look in her eyes. Just as quickly though she looked back at Clementine to give her her own answer. "124."

Clementine flicks her wrist to point towards Linda, not looking away from her rotom dex. "And would that be young or old for you?"

"Pretty young I guess, why?"

"Just to get some perspective." She answers as she taps Malware's screen a few more times. "You're already older than humans can be, So some people would be shocked at the idea of that being young."

"Next, how long have you two been here?"

"About a year."

"My whole life."

"Have either of you two visited anywhere else before?"

"Eh, quite a few places actually. Travelled across Unova before I made it to Hoenn. Saw quite a bit of that region before I got to this one and been to a few places in this region before I eventually heard some rumors about Yuki and came here."

The lopunny has been gazing off to the side at nothing while Linda spoke. Appearing a bit bothered by the last thing Linda said. "Only to Mt. Coronet..."

Clementine gives a small nod as she presses Malware's screen again. "Alright, last question. Do either of you plan on leaving in the future?"

"No."

"Yeah."

The two answered quickly. Tsubayuki looking at Linda, surprised by her answer. However before the bunny could say anything to her, a chirp came from Malware followed by a short jingle coming from their speakers.

He then zips around to Clementine's side as she gives him a small nod of approval before returning to her back pocket.

"Alright then. That'll be all for now. Thanks for your time you two. I'll go ahead and get out of your hair and let you get back to your sparring session." With that Clementine turns to head off after Sandra and Nintai. As she is walking she looks back and waves goodbye to the Linda and Tsubayuki. "See you two soon!"

The two ladies waved back as they watched the human shrink off into the horizon.

"You know it's a good thing you didn't react to me that way when we met. Things could've gotten messy." Linda joked as she gave the lopunny a playful nudge with her elbow.

The lopunny's snout scrunches in irritation and holds up a hand to tell the mienshao to stop. "Not now Linda."

Linda furrows a brow seeing that Tsubayuki is still a bit agitated. "Alright fine." She says with a shrug as she takes a few steps past the lopunny. Stretching her arms upward with her fingers linked together and palms facing outward. "Shall we pick up where we left off then?"

After a brief moment of silence there was a small huff that came from the rabbit. "Sure."

[Next]

#askiceboundlopunny #plot #tsubayuki lopunny #linda mienshao #clementine trainer #malware rotom

[puffywiz]

Hi! I am absolutely obsessed with your art; it's vibrant and expressive and just all around stunning. I have always wanted to be able to draw and make fanart, but every time I try it ends up a hot mess express. Do you have any tips/resources for learning? Do you think it's something that you can get good at, even if you don't have any real natural ability?

Aaaa thank you for your kind words! I'll do my best to offer some tips that have helped me over the years:

Create some mood boards

This is one of my fav things to do. It's different from gathering reference images, which you use to draw from specifically like when you want to get a certain pose right. Mood boards are more about finding images that invoke a certain feeling you're trying to express. Here's an example from a project I did a while back:

These are essentially ways to gather inspiration. You can look at the similarities between each of the images you chose and see if there are any connections you can draw. This gives your work a good starting line to come back to if you start to feel lost.

This can also be a great way to determine what types of art styles speak to you, and how you might like to emulate certain features in your own work. I grew up watching anime and would try to emulate the styles of Rumiko Takahashi and Hiromu Arakawa for example. Don't worry about being derivative at first. You'll eventually find your own voice through a variety of influences.

Start by working on understanding shapes

Drawing gets much less overwhelming as you learn to break things down into basic shapes. My one friend suggests drawing Pokemon as an exercise in determining how simple shapes build form. When you try to go right into drawing lineart first you start focusing on the details way too early and you can get into a stop-and-start that seems to go nowhere. People will also talk about the importance of silhouette. This essentially means you want your character to be recognizable by their shape alone. Cartoon styles particularly excel at this (Steven Universe is a really good example) but different art styles will adapt to this with varying success. This is still something I've been working on even after all these years and it's tricky, but it helps you think about diversity when you're drawing.

(These are some old examples from art school I did. They aren't great but they give you the idea lmao)

Keep a sketchbook and draw big

Keeping a sketchbook is the best. Put everything in your sketchbook and absolutely don't be precious about it. Blank pages are intimidating I know, so if that's stopping you one thing I do sometimes is start by drawing on sticky notes and pasting them in. Add anything you think is interesting - quotes, cutouts from magazines or fliers, cute snack packaging, etc. Anything that you like!

My friend also suggests taking up space in your sketchbook by drawing big. A lot of artists start small little sketches and get caught up in details. They start pages they don't like and move on without adding anything else in because they feel insecure. Don't worry about that, details can come later. And you can always draw over stuff you really don't like. You can paste stuff over it and draw on it again. You can use tracing paper to draw over something 5 times. There's lots of options to try before discarding a page all together. I find this helps combat feelings of discouragement when you're paging through your book. If all you see are abandoned sketches it can get you down. So don't give up!

Don't allow yourself to get precious about your sketchbook, no matter how many aesthetic sketchbook tiktoks you're forced to endure lmao. Sketchbooks are places for failure and experimentation. Let it be ugly. There's value in that too.

Draw both eyes at the same time

I still forget to do this but it really helps cut down on fucked-up-other-eye syndrome. Try not to fully draw one eye before you start the other one. Determine in your sketch phase where the character is looking and try to build on that, going back and forth between each eye until you're satisfied with them both.

Here is a comprehensive list of tips and tutorials my friend found here on tumblr too. I took a look through them and I think there's a ton of great stuff here.

Anyone can start to draw at any age for any reason. I think some people develop a knack for things not out of some inherent skill, but by taking an interest in the subject. I started drawing very young but I just stuck with it over the years because I liked it. There's no reason why starting later in life has to mean you can't get good at it. In fact, since your brain is more developed you might pick it up much quicker than you'd expect. Lord knows I've had to un-learn a ton of garbage over the years lmao. Habits die hard right?

I believe in you! Keep drawing! Have fun!

[monkeybell]

Episode 1: Seeing Ash after watching Horizons. My heart wasn’t ready for this y’all. Even the narrator is gonna make me cry hhhh 🥺. Looking back, I do love seeing Pikachu’s past but at the same time, was it really that… necessary? It didn’t add that much but maybe that’s just me. It’s still cute seeing him as a Pichu regardless. Now the journey starts today is an absolute banger. This song doesn’t get enough credit and I’m tired of not seeing any love for it. Kangaskhan feeding Pichu the Oran berry. Cuteness overload. The whole Delia scene of her patting Pikachu hits different when you realize that’s what Kangaskhan did to help Pichu sleep. I think a lot of people forget that Ash and Serena didn’t attend the same camp. Goh and Chloe went first and the next time, Ash went and encountered Serena. It’s weird that younger Goh has the same voice as older Goh. Doesn’t match his age and it’s throwing me off. At least Chloe sounds a bit younger. I hope this rewatch will help me understand Goh but at the moment, I’m still not that big on him, sorry. I love Chloe’s sass. Wish we got to see her sass alongside Serena’s. Also I’m sorry but I’m just gonna stay it. Goh and Chloe = Childhood friends. Ash and Serena =/= childhood friends. We only knew one confirmed encounter Ash and Serena had which we see multiple instances of Goh and Chloe interacting when they were younger. So realistically, a childhood encounter best fits Ash and Serena. Plus I feel Ash probably would’ve remembered a childhood friend right away but Serena was more of a stranger(not trying to start a war, it’s just a personal irk of mine when people say Ash and Serena had a past like Goh and Chloe when that’s pretty clearly not the case ^^;). Kinda wish that since Journeys was Ash and Pikachu’s last series, that they would give us a Pikachu and Kangaskhan reunion. One of the ones most needed alongside Ambipom. Like imagine during the last episode of MPM, they encounter the Kangaskhan and their journey in a way ended where it began. That would be an emotional fanfic(someone make it happen! 😭). I love seeing the same scene from I choose you. I think this episode really gave a lot of hints that it was the last for Ash and Pikachu. Pikachu backstory, callback to the beginning and even showing a scene similar to their very last.

Episode 2: Pikachu trying to wake Ash by slapping and electrocuting him is a mood. Something I think pet owners can relate to. One of my dogs barks at me while the other will rub his scent all over you and the bed, attack you with kisses and sometimes scratch the hell out of your head. Delia getting excited over seeing the shops. Imagine a shopping spree between her and the Pokegirls(especially the ones who love to shop). YAMPER. Boy I sure do hope it doesn’t get pushed aside and forgotten about for episodes at a time. Chloe just walking past Ash dead on the stairs. That’s a mood too. Oh and yes, we stan Chloe here. Yes she had wasted potential but I still enjoyed her. And yes again that includes Eevee and the eeveelution focused episodes. Who would win a sass off, Misty, Iris, Serena or Chloe? How can they predict a super rare Pokemon showing up?? Like what? XD. Psyduck showing up and just staring at Goh makes me smile every time. I’ve really grown to love Psyduck. Think it’s time I got a plushie of him. If I remember correctly, doesn’t Lugia end up being revealed as Mew? Do you think Lugia is a Satogou shipper? Random question but Pokémon do seem to ship people. Rainbow scene with Ash and Goh!! I may not be that big on Goh but I can’t deny how great of a ship Ash x Goh is. They got some crazy hints. I think Goh blushes at Ash just as much as Serena did. Aw Horsea! I don’t bring up Horsea enough. I’m actually a fan of the Pokemon. Have been since watching Misty’s Horsea as a kid. Ash being annoyed with his mom XD. If Goh did pick a Kanto starter, who do you think he would choose? I could see him being a Squirtle person tbh

#pokemon #pokemon journeys #monkeywatchesjn #rewatch

[jiracheer]

#58 with Lysandre please?

authors note: im down bad for this mf 

prompt: “Here, take my blanket/jacket.”

tags: gender-neutral reader, suggestive content. so kids go away

Attending some fancy dinner on a Saturday night you could’ve spent curled up in bed certainly had put you in a bad mood, but you owed it to Augustine when he did you the grandest favor of getting a Pokemon you’ve been having a hard time finding. So here you were, arm-in-arm with the man you’ve called your best friend since childhood, and you wanted to wring his neck out. 

He was drunk, but then again when wasn’t he when he would attend parties? Not only was it annoying but it was exhausting having to care for him. He was like a huge baby. He always clung to you and whined about whatever the hell was on his mind, and tonight was no exception. 

The world-renowned Professor Sycamore was crying on your shoulder. Something about how he envied those with cute cat Pokemon owners, and how he couldn’t have a single one because none seemed to like him, and all you could do was pat his back. 

It took some time to calm him down and sit him somewhere with a glass of water, affectionately pushing his curled hair out of his face. As much as he annoyed you, you still cared deeply for him.

You sat with him for what seemed to be an hour before his fellow researchers would find you and join you both. Once you felt like he was okay, you excused yourself– as you wanted fresh air to relieve the stress you had gone through since the start of the party.

So that’s where you found yourself now. All alone on the balcony of the grand hotel where the party was being hosted, a drink in hand and your cheek in the other. It was a rather cool night but it felt nice and easy on your hot skin. 

“Enjoying the view?” The deep rumble of a voice disturbed your peace and for a second you nearly considered snapping at the stranger who dared to approach you, but you paused once you caught sight of the ginger mane that belonged to said stranger- or so you thought.

Lysandre, the owner of Lysandre labs, stood there in his finest tux with a polite smile on his face.

With the way the light of the hotel room hit his frame, you almost swooned on the spot– but you didn’t, you were better than that.

“I suppose it is… If you squint.” You replied to him, turning back around to look at the so-called view. It wasn’t much. You were already so used to the beauty that was Kalos that it didn’t bring you the same joy it used to all those years ago when you’d gaze upon it. 

A laugh sounded from the tall man before he slowly inched towards you. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise when Lysandre dared to settle himself beside you, his arm touching yours in the process. 

You gazed at him from the corner of your eye, a slight narrow to it when you inspected the man.

You didn’t know Lysandre all that well, but you knew he was Augustine's former pupil and also good friend. You saw him every now and then at banquets that your shared friend would drag you to, and perhaps you uttered a word or two to him– but that was all.

You barely knew him and yet, he intrigued you.

Your gaze slowly looked him up and down, taking note that he styled his hair to be more formal this time around. His typically unruly mane was more brushed out and styled, with his tuxedo being rather bland now that you got a better look at it, but it fit him well. Extremely well, in fact, that you felt heat rush to the tip of your ears.

You couldn’t help but admit that he was a very very attractive man.

Lysandre easily stood over you and could overpower you if he wanted. You knew that man was packin, in more ways than one, and it was there that you had to cease your thoughts. You were being such a creep! Thinking such inappropriate thoughts about a man you’ve only spoken to a couple of times in the past.

“Something on your mind, Y/N?” Lysandre leaned towards you with a half-lidded expression, an easy smile playing on his lips.

His cologne completely engulfed you. Intoxicating you and luring you further in. You really were in the Pyroar’s den now, and for a moment, perhaps you didn’t care. You were seeking entertainment to make this night less crappy anyway, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a bit.

“Yes,” You’d start. You slowly brought your drink to your lips, not breaking eye contact for a second as you took a small sip. “I’m simply thinking about how that suit fits you well, Lysandre. I can’t say I’ve seen it before. Is it new?” Now the ball was in his court.

Lysandre was quiet as you spoke, and seem to share the same gaze you bestowed upon him earlier. He eyed your figure from your head to your feet, taking note of what you wore for tonight, and, unknowingly, he wet his lips.

“Oh. This old thing? Please, you flatter me Y/N. I must say you look delightful this evening… I’m assuming Augustine took you out?” A singular raise of his brow had you gravitating closer to him.

“How could you tell?”

“You looked angrier than a Beedrill during dinner.”

You sighed at that and leaned away. Swirling the alcohol in your glass, “You could tell, huh?”

A chuckle. “I notice many things about you, Y/N.” 

Now, this caught your attention. You couldn’t help but stand up a bit straighter, a small stutter coming from your lips but you silenced yourself when Lysandre stood to his full height.

“I see how Augustine stresses you during these events, and yet, you continue to come with him. Why? Perhaps it’s because you’re his good friend, or maybe you enjoy these more than you think. I personally always look forward to these banquets in hopes of seeing you, Y/N.” 

As Lysandre spoke he took careful, calculated, steps towards you until you were chest to chest. His hand came to cup your chin and he nearly grinned at the way your breath hitched, admiring the way your face became as red as a cherri berry. 

He leaned down to ghost his lips over yours, a smirk now playing on his face.

“Truth be told, Y/N. I wish to get to know you more. To get the pleasure, and honor, to experience an evening with someone as magnificent as you. However, it seems as if fate has other plans for us when we’re in the same room as one another.” His other hand settled on the small of your back to bring you closer to his frame if possible. 

Your hands settled on his broad chest and you were close to exploding. You wanted this man to ravish you, to simply destroy you at this very moment, and you shuddered at the thought. 

“Cold? Here, take my jacket.” And that was the end. Lysandre pulled away to take his blazer off to hang it over your shoulders, pulling it close to your chin by the collar to encase you in it. “Can’t have Augustine's most beloved and cherished friend getting sick under my watch now… Can I?” He murmured into your ear.

One more shudder was enough to let you know that you were, in fact, going home with him tonight. 

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #lysandre x reader #pokemon lysandre x reader #lysandre #pokemon lysandre

[onestepbackwards]

So I’ve been thinking of a role reversal, with maybe a Pokémon hybrid s/o going into heat and (Ingo or Emmet I can’t pick) help their s/o through it but the heat is strong and the s/o accidentally overstimulates them, if that’s okay! Or doesn’t spark inspiration, don’t force yourself!

-Jes

👀👀 You got it! I hope you enjoy this! I ended up taking a bit of time writing this, but I hope you like it! （*＾-＾*） Summary: When you start acting off around the house, your mate Emmet rightfully becomes concerned. When pressed, you tell him your about to begin your heat. Emmet happily agrees to endure it with you after you explain what it entails. When it comes to the act though, Emmet can’t help but feel he didn’t take your warnings about how intense it would be as serious as he should have... CW: Smut, Liepard Hybrid!Reader, overstimulation. Word Count: 3066 Words! - - - 🔞18+🔞

Emmet was a bit concerned, and a bit confused. His partner had been acting off lately the past week. You were a Liepard hybrid. That itself wasn’t unusual, but your actions as of late were becoming concerning, compared to your normal behavior. You two had been dating for almost a year, and this attitude was coming out of nowhere! You seemed to get irritated at the littlest things, and would spend time in the guest room for hours on end. You assured him nothing was wrong, and it wasn’t anything he had done, but he couldn’t help but fret the more he thought about it. It was also hard not to feel a little hurt when he would go to bed, and you were still huddled up in another room, upset over something. When you shut yourself away on his day off, Emmet decided to put his foot down. When you cooled off and finally left the guest room that evening, Emmet decided to sit you down and talk. Why were you acting this way? It was obvious it wasn’t normal behavior. Was it him? Had he done something? He wanted you to be honest, if he had done something, he needed to know. No playing around. You seemed to shrink in on yourself when he demanded to know what was up, your purple tail nervously flicking back and forth on the couch, and your ears were flat against your head. You fiddled with your hands, avoiding eye contact. That was okay, Emmet thought. He could be patient. “I’m not mad at you.” he reassured you. “I just need to know what I’m doing wrong to make you this upset, that is all.” You seemed to fight with yourself for a minute, before sighing. “I’m about to go into heat.” Emmet blinked, his smile twitching. Had he heard that right? “Heat?” he repeated. Emmet wasn’t dumb, he was fully aware of what a heat was. It had never occurred to him that you would go through one. He supposed it made sense, you being a hybrid and all. You nodded, and briefly explained the situation to him. Whenever summer approached, you would go into a heat cycle for about a week. Before this happened, you would get irritated easily at things. Sensitive skin and fur, your senses would sometimes overwhelm you, your hormones would go outta wack, and your sense of smell seemed to increase. Overall, it would screw over your mood half the time. You never wanted to snap at your mate, so you barred yourself away. Emmet thought for a moment, and you anxiously waited for him to say something.

“During your heat…” he began, and your face turned bright red. Your ears and tail twitched. ‘Cute…’ You explained to him it was like any other heat a Pokemon would go through. You would be insatiably horny for a week, your instincts begging you to mate. You’d basically be trying to get pregnant with a litter. Emmet went quiet once more. A litter? He felt his heartbeat rise. His hands twitched, and he thought about his options. He was well off, being a Subway Boss, and you did plenty of online work for a nice bit of savings. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford having some children. Sure they might need to get a bigger home, if you had several kits, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Emmet then thought about the idea of having children with you. It wasn’t like he hasn’t thought about it before. The idea of you swollen with his children had gotten him off on more than one occasion. Then the idea of having little ones running around, playing and laughing? Both you and him smiling as you both held your children in your arms? Emmet felt his heartbeat quicken. Besides, he was fully committed to you. You both were all but officially married, in his eyes. You were his longest relationship yet, and you already referred to him as your mate. All you two lacked were rings at this point. Yes, having a family was sounding more and more appealing by the minute, especially the part that included making them. Meanwhile, you weren’t taking his silence well. “If… If you don’t want me here, that’s fine! I know a place I can go hide out for the week ‘till everything smooths over!” you began, and Emmet’s attention snapped back to you. “I’ll do it.” You froze, and blinked up at him. “Come again?” you asked. Emmet’s grin widened. “I want to have a litter with you. I’ll help you out.” Your expression immediately perked up, and you practically pounced on him, nuzzling and rubbing all over him in a hug. “You mean that? You want to help? Want to have kits?” you asked for clarification, your tail swishing cutely behind you. Emmet held you by your hips, laughing at your eagerness. “Yes. I want kids. I want to help you.” He reiterated. You trilled in excitement, and continued rubbing up against him. “Okay, but just so you know, it won’t be easy.” You told him, now looking him in the eye, now completely serious. You proceeded to warn him just what being in heat would do to you, and would mean. At first, Emmet just assumed you would be horny for a week. Turns out, it was a bit more than that. You would practically be insatiable. If you weren’t sleeping or eating, you would be trying to fuck him, using him to get as much cum in you as possible. He would have to call off work for the week, because after you got started, you would not be letting him leave until it was over. There would be a chance he wouldn’t get a break. You would try to use him, even if he was sleeping. His only bouts of rest would be the brief time after an orgasm, or when you yourself were sleeping. Emmet smugly smiled at you, and told you he would be fine. He’d call his brother and explain the situation, to be ready to expect him to be gone for a week sometime soon. You huffed, your tail flicking, not sure he knew what he was getting into. But if he insisted he’d be fine, you’d let him join you. Emmet was excited. He was sure he could handle this! A week full of sex with you, and a chance to have a bunch of kids? He couldn’t help himself from being ecstatic. He almost wished your heat would come sooner rather than later. Safe to say, he was feeling confident he could handle you. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that Emmet had a high sex drive. You both tended to fool around multiple times a week at least. You, being a hybrid, seemed to easily match his sex drive with your stamina, almost always eager to get intimate with him. Hell, there have been days where that’s all you two did. Emmet smiled brightly as you briefly scented him. Oh yeah. He could not wait for your heat to start. – Emmet wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, but it was sometime before his alarm was set to go off, he was sure. Feeling a burst of pleasure and warmth on his cock, Emmet gasped, and let out a choked moan. Quickly sitting up, Emmet tried rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and thrusted his hips upward with a groan. He felt amazing.

The warmth and friction around his cock seemed to pick up speed, and Emmet howled, falling back onto his pillow. Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling, Emmet’s arms rapidly searched for something to hold onto as his pleasure built up. Eventually, they landed on whatever was aggressively trying to milk his cock. Emmet didn’t hesitate, and began thrusting upward in earnest. What was happening? Why did he feel so good? When he finally was able to get some of his bearings, some things began to register in his mind. You. You were the one giving him such pleasure. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, fast and wet, chasing your own release. Faintly, he could make out a bunch of moans and mewls from you as you did so. You looked completely out of it. Drool was coming out of your mouth, and you had a cock drunk smile on your face. Your tail twitched and flicked back and forth with each bounce as you awkwardly tried to balance yourself. Another thing he noticed was a heavy scent in the air. It smelled like you, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Almost humid like, it was almost suffocating. And yet… Emmet found the more he breathed it in, the better he felt. The smell was almost intoxicating. One final thing he noticed was how messy the covers were. Well, maybe not messy. He couldn’t be sure, the pleasure primarily taking over his senses, but the mess almost looked organized in a way. Pillows placed carefully, sheets tightly knit around them, like a fort, or nest of sorts. When had you made this? Suddenly it all clicked together in his mind.

Your heat.

Oh Arceus you began your heat. Emmet, now with an inkling of what was happening, felt renewed. In an instant, he grabbed your hips, and flipped you onto the bed. Without any hesitation, he began pounding into you hard and fast. You practically squealed at the feeling. Emmet buried his face in your neck, inhaling more of your scent. He didn’t know why, but he felt he had to. It was too addicting. When he decided to bite down, you yowled, and clawed into his back, and tore into his shirt. He’d worry about that later.

When he released your neck, he felt you finally clench down hard around him, and Emmet cursed, seeing white. With a few more thrusts into your warm heat, he came inside, making sure to cum as deep as possible. He stayed inside you for a moment, basking in your scent as you squirmed underneath him, coming down from your own orgasm. He pulled back just enough to look over you. You looked completely blissed out, your cat-like eyes completely blown as you attempted to catch your breath. Emmet giggled at how cute you looked. “Morning, Darling-” he began, but was cut off when you flipped them both, back to your original position. Emmet’s eyes widened in surprise. Sure, you were a hybrid, and was definitely a bit stronger than him, but he had never seen you use such strength like that before. It was kind of hot. Before he could comment, you immediately began rutting your hips against his, rolling them in a way you knew would get him hard quickly. Emmet’s breath caught in his throat at the sparks of pleasure that rolled through his body as you worked him up. He had stamina, and was fairly proud of his ability to bounce back after an orgasm, but not this fast. Not normally. So color him surprised to feel himself already getting hard deep inside you. Emmet bit his lip, and felt blood pool in his mouth. He was sensitive, and you kept going as if you hadn’t even came! If anything, you acted as if you hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. When you finally lifted your hips off of him, and slammed back down, Emmet nearly screamed. He could feel his legs twitching with each bounce, still adjusting from his first orgasm. His hips almost instinctively were thrusting back into your cunt. Despite being sensitive still, he grabbed your hips, and brought you down on his thrusts. It was beginning to be a lot. Emmet could feel himself beginning to sweat a little. It felt as if all his senses were amped up. All he could focus on was the pleasure of pounding into your cunt, the sweet sounds you made, and the scent that lingered in the air. It was almost maddening. Was this what it was like for you? Emmet found he didn’t envy you. Yet, it still felt so good. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Emmet grabbed you, and pulled you to his chest. You made a noise of protest when he stopped you from using him, but quickly let out a moan when Emmet began roughly pistoning into you. It was sloppy, wet and lewd sounding, but Emmet didn’t stop. He felt his mind beginning to blur as he chased his second orgasm. ‘So close so closesoclosesoclose…’ he repeated in his mind. Before he could cum, you let out another loud howl, and bit into his neck this time. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and he came once more. You practically milked him for all he had, with how your cunt tightened and squeezed around him. He thrusted a few more times, making sure you took every drop.

Emmet let out a sigh as he slowed to a stop, and attempted to slow down his breathing. He was definitely awake now. Reaching up, he began to pet you, and rub behind your ears. You happily purred in response. “Darling, I need to get up. I need to call Ingo and let him know I won’t be in for a few days.” He told you, and you whined in response, tightening the grip your legs had around him. Emmet nearly choked. “No. Stay.” You murmured into his ear, before liking the outer shell. Emmet felt himself shiver. “Dear-” he began to sit up, only for you to push him back down, and kiss him. You ground your hips against his, and Emmet bit his lip with a groan. Again? So quickly??

Slowly, you raised your hips, and slowly dropped them down, and Emmet felt his hips twitch. Slowly, you picked up a pace as Emmet’s cock began to harden once more. Emmet’s eyes widened, and his back arched off the mattress. He just came! Too much!! He opened his mouth in a silent moan as his body seemed to alight with pleasure and pain. It was so much! He felt his breath hitch when you picked up the pace even more, clenching down around him. At this rate, he was going to-! You leaned back and ripped his shirt off with your nails, and needily latched onto one of his nipples with your mouth. Emmet thrashed, and came once more, completely unprepared for the assault on his chest. You slowed down a bit, enjoying the feeling of Emmet cumming in you again, before lightly rocking your hips. Tears began to prick his eyes, and he whined. He was already getting exhausted, he hardly had time to breathe! You lightly bit down on his nipple while giving a rougher thrust, and Emmet threw his head back, tears beginning to fall. He was Emmet! He liked winning more than anything! He promised he would help you, and he would! The twin wasn’t going to let a few orgasms beat him just yet! But he was beginning to struggle. He couldn’t deny that. The pain from the friction was becoming more and more noticeable as it rode with the pleasure, and Emmet’s head was beginning to go into a fog. It still felt so good… the way you clenched around him, and continued to milk him. He could practically feel his spent in your cunt with how much he has cum inside you already. He was beginning to feel lost, and dizzy. You felt so good. He was being good for you, right? Was he satisfying you? Emmet felt himself drool. His body felt like electricity was running through his nerves, and began thrusting back up into you once more. You happily bounced back on his cock, meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling around his nipple. After a few thrusts, you picked up your pace, and latched onto the other nipple, and dug your nails into Emmet’s hips. Emmet came with a silent scream, his orgasm almost painful with how hard he came. His hips twitched erratically, before they collapsed onto the mattress. You didn’t move. Emmet felt himself finally breathe. Slowly, you lifted yourself off of his dick, and Emmet let out a sob at the sensation. Just the feeling of you moving was enough to hurt, and drive him to tears. You moved around him, though Emmet wasn’t sure what you were doing. He could hardly think, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as his body ached. “Emmet, sweetheart?” he heard you call out through the haze in his mind. He merely let out a noise to let you know he heard you. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, seeing how utterly wrecked your mate looked. Gently, you placed a hand at the back of his head in his hair, and Emmet sighed at the softer touch. Emmet felt you move around, reaching for something nearby. You then placed your hand back behind his head, and lifted it. He made a noise of protest. “Honey, you need to drink some water. We both do.” you said, oh so gently. Emmet cracked an eye open, and you smiled. You looked just as wrecked as he felt.

Slowly, you put a water bottle to his lips, and he began to drink in earnest. When you pulled the water bottle away, you set his head down, and ran your hand through his hair. Emmet let out a soft sigh, the gentle contact helping him finally relax. “I’ll go get your phone to call Ingo, okay? Then I’ll make us some breakfast. After that, you can get some rest. I’ll be fine for a few hours.” you assured, and Emmet gave you a hum. You leaned over, and gently kissed his eyelids, before pecking his lips, and getting up to grab his phone. Emmet felt the fog beginning to leave his head, and he groaned. He should have taken your warnings seriously. And yet, he couldn’t deny how content he felt as his mind drifted off, with you taking care of him. You were quick to help clean him up, and make sure he was hydrated, and even massaged his muscles. It was incredibly domestic, and Emmet’s chest grew warm with how much Perhaps he would enjoy this more than he thought, even if was for entirely different reasons.

#pokemon #submas #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon smut #spicy stuff🔥 #nsft #emmet #subway boss emmet #hybrid reader #reader insert #x reader #emmetxreader #ask #request #Jes #zed.writes

[kingflups]

For the writer's ask game:

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I'm 11. I'm chronically on DeviantArt and incredibly obsessed with transformers animated. Someone made a Warrior cats au and it blew my little mind. I didn't know people could do that??? I got crazy into crossovers after that, I'm pretty sure my first fic was a pokemon/transformers au. I can't be 100% sure, I purged most of the fics off my DA in early high school and my parents old computer is *super* toast, so most of my og fics are lost to time

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

7. Like a solid 7. No. No that's a lie. Like a 6. It's fine. I enjoy it but trying to get into the mood to edit is a lot harder than getting into the mood to write. Once I hit a stride it fucking rocks tho

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I read The Snack Exchange Market is Crashing by JeromeSankara recently and it made me cry in real life. Very good, I really liked it. Banger, very Leon Kennedy heavy, absolutely wonderful.

Speaking of fics that made me cry like a little bitch, Hold on Till May by acethedisgrace ruined my whole day! In a good way, I'm still haunted by this fic. It's so sad! It's so heartbreaking and so good and everything was so close to working out.... this ones for the tragedy enjoyers. Very good, I'm not usually a fan of major character death but this was so fucking good.

If you like monster au's like I do, Simulation Swarm by Alviva (AlvivaChaser) and Mouth of the Devil by SealedSalt are both absolutely wonderful. I personally adore fics where losing your humanity becomes a *physical* problem as well as a mental one, fucking!!! It's fun, I adore it, these are both great <33

If you like the show supernatural and enjoy weird stuff with time!!!! GO READ there's no cell service in the afterlife by screamsintothesun!!! It's so fucking good!!!!!

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

THIRD LOCATION. You have to get a third location. This was actually given to me as mental health advice but it works for me. The thinking is everyone should have *at least* three locations in their lives; While I was in college it was my apartment, the library, work and a friends place. When I moved after that, I struggled between my apartment and just having work (I didn't know anyone in the area at the time). My "third location" is a coffee shop I go to usually every Monday to write. I've been meaning to check out the library but I have to drive and the last time I visited one in this city I wasn't impressed.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Copy/pasted bits of the fic followed by comments or key smashes!! That shits rocks. GOD. Or when somebody threatens you because you made them emotional somehow?? Hell yeah. Hell yeah!! *Any* comments really though, they're all great. I eat any attention up

@hamartia-grander Thank you so much for the ask!!!! This was so fun!!! <333

#murphy speaks #ask game

[lightofunova]

Pushing past other legends and patrons, Reshi felt her heartbeat speed up. It was too crowded, there were far too many people and pokemon for her to avoid. It was all too much.

There had been no one, it was all in her head. ‘But that’s not true! I heard someone!’ was the only thought trying to calm her down. Still, her pace quickened, trying to avoid glares from other legends.

She should never have come alone, she didn’t want to come alone. She needed someone by her side. Someone she knew. No one would give her the time of day however, not even her own disciples. She couldn’t do it by herself no matter how hard she tried and she knew that.

Colors began to swim and blur, eyes watering with emotions threatening to break out. This was the last thing she wanted any other legendary to see.

Pushing open a set of doors, she finally found herself in a quiet room. None of the partygoers had settled here due to preferring the lustrous thrill of other’s company. She found herself being very much the opposite.

Through blurry sight, she could make put the lavish room, tall shelves filled with plenty of books of various sizes and shapes. It was even complete with a full sitting area with a wide table to read at. If she was in a better mood, she might have taken a book and read it.

Instead, she promptly walked the shelves to the furthest corner towards the back of the room, and sat down.

It didn’t take long for her thinly veiled facade to finally shatter.

What had started as a night full of warmth and sparks had now be smothered out entirely. The beautiful dress her and her disciples had worked on had been ruined, wine-stained and discolored for eternity. The rude remarks and insults had doused her excited flames, quickly making her forget why she had even arrived. The nerves of meeting new people and swift lack of familiar faces made her stomache churn.

The worst of it all though was the overarching loneliness at her side. An absence she couldn’t fill, that didn’t want to be filled. All night she had tried to forget it, but it wasn’t the same. Not without him. Half words and a choked name left her sobbing lips, curses of him not being here. Not being with her. He wouldn’t have come anyways.

How embarassing. How pitiful.

How far had the daughter of truth really fallen?

Too far.

It was just as the absol had said. She wasn’t anything special. She could not become a proud monster like the other legendaries, unable to show her strength like others. Her only strength came from her fire. She knew she was weak in other regards.

He would have reminded her of that.

Quiet tears and sobs came choked from the corner of the proud library. She could only hope no one else would enter to see her in such a horrid state. How embarrassing.

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Getting a lot of activity here more than usual, so I guess Tumblr is up and thriving again! I figure its time for me to reintroduce myself for all you knew and returning lovely folk. So —

Hello, my name is Gael!

I am a lady cartoonist that went to college for animation and since graduating I’ve been a part of a whole bunch of projects - from internet media companies to solo YouTubers to my own merch to online fandoms, I’ve found myself in a lot of places for my work. My favorite things to create are comics and short-blurb joke images, but I also love narrative storytelling and character design. Right now, I work on YouTube thumbnails for my favorite Theme Park Podcast (Annual Pass) and a wonderful dude named Ray Narvaez Jr. over on Twitch!

I live with my fiancé (who I will refer to as Babbus) in the PNW and we’re getting married this Summer ~ He’s my light and joy and my biggest muse, you’ll recognize him on my blog as a large-horned Tiefling character of the same name next to my own Persona, Lich Queen Gael, when he’s not being my partner-in-crime in other fandoms.

What Kinds of Things do You Like?

Well, y’all found my blog for a reason - whether you were here since the beginning for my AH/RT designing and worldbuilding to my own worldbuilding with LQG/DPB to various other tidbits, y’all know I like many things. What fandoms can you expect from this blog? Things including, but not limited to:

YouTube Gamers (AH, GameGrumps, Jack, Mark, etc) - my radio for the day. Especially loving the variety of my channels between game play, horror game lore, theme park and history documentaries, and whatever the hell

One Piece (constantly on the hunt for more good good Law FanArt and uh…may be trying something a little new for NaNoWriMo this year…?) I just want more of my Trash Husband

Video Games - These shift and change depending on what I’m playing at the time to be honest, but some of my solidified favorites are Stardew Valley, Disney Dreamlight Valley, Minecraft, Pokemon, the Phoenix Wright series, Monster Hunter, Yakuza, and small indie games that I discover. My sisters and I bonded over video games growing up so they hold a special place in my heart, always.

Critical Role - I’ve started watching pretty regular since C2E1, and I’m watching all of C3 while slowly catching up on C1. Maybe you’ve seen me in the old art reel a few times?

Theme Parks - I’ve got a deep love for the way that theming and storytelling comes into play in the Theme Park world, its a sort of special niche of mine that I hold dearly since my grandmother was a cast member and the joy of theme parks runs deep in my family

TTRPG’s - I do love me a good tabletop system! I have a lot of games I’ve played in the past, and many more ideas for the future. I always love a good character, whether they start out as a joke and come completely into their own (Riss) or they just remain a silly protagonist for the sake of keeping the mood of the table light (Bobert Rossington, Esq., who beats the devil out of his enemies) I always love the design elements that can come from a simple system that can lead to incredible character development and choices.

Food - what more is there to say? I love food.

But ultimately, overall? Expect art and jokes. Art and jokes to me are the spice of a good smile, and even if you’re having the worst of days, sometimes all it takes is a smile from a good post to get you though. I want for my art to give people joy, for that in turn gives me joy. And that’s why I do what I do.

Do You Take Commissions?

I do! On occasion. They have to open up and I can garner a bit of a long waitlist if I do - but because I don’t require payment until the work is complete, all you gotta spend is an email and some patience. Right now they aren’t open due to time constraints, previous commission queue and contract work, and I can’t say when they’ll open back up again. But I’ll make an announcement here if they do!

Do You Do Anything Else Aside from Fine Dining Art and Breathing?

I do! Strangely enough. I have a Twitch channel that I sometimes haunt playing games/doing art with friends of mine (under my same pseudonym) and I’m at the gym 4 days a week for HIIT/weightlifting. I enjoy a good podcast, a good book, and binging Netflix. I love animation as a medium and comics and stage plays, I’m getting into NHL/hockey when my gym shows me games. Variety is the spice of life, after all!

So, there ya go. Maybe we have more similar interests than you think? In any case, thank you for coming along for the ride, and hope you enjoy what we have together!

Welcome aboard this Life in Cartoon Motion!

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