#now taking questions about my dogs they are my WORLD lmao

[finniestoncrane]

This is a really weird question but do you have kids? You give out a “cool mom” vibe ❤️

thank you anon!! i am not cool but I do have one son called Mac🍀🍔 and one beast that lives in my house called Fox🦊👽

#now taking questions about my dogs they are my WORLD lmao #crying thank you anon #I am a milf!! #I’m more of a blasé aunt however lmao #this better not have been an old thing lmao #anon #friends being friends

[marksbear]

So I don’t know if you still take commissions (even though it literally says it’s open by the time I’m typing this lmao) but I was thinking of Ghost from COD modern warfare 2 with male reader who is mute? Also male reader is like a total sweetheart, pretty shy.

Maybe it’s winter and Ghost invites his friends to his house for dinner for some reason (maybe male reader wanted to meet them but ghost said no cause he wanted privacy) , and on the car ride there Ghost accidentally mentions his househusband which suprised the team since he never talked about him. (Let alone he was into guys)

Ghost says that he wanted their marriage to be private and makes a quick recap of what male reader is like, who is a photographer and has 3 Barbie dolls (I like Barbie dolls don’t judge me 😂) and gave them their own personalities and stuff on social media to look like they’re traveling the world.

They reached home, male reader welcomes them and quickly heads to the kitchen cause he’s making the food. The crew all sit at the table eating (the food is delicious) and Soap asks how they met and Ghost just says that it’s pretty boring.

Idk what happens next, (maybe they play a board game? Or they continue chatting with Ghost and male reader, ur pick) but after that the crew stays for the night and Ghost and male reader sleep together.

(Also, small detail, male reader is wearing a sweater and sweatpants)

thank u for your time

This has to be one of the cutest requests I've had in a while! Ngl. The barbie doll part honestly took me out.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X MUTE photographer MALE READER

Finally winter break in task force 141 arrived. It's one of the few times they get off for holidays and to be with family.

So the team made a tradition. The first day of the break everyone takes turns to take the team to their home for dinner, since it maybe the last time they'll see each other in a while.

This time around it's Simon's turn.

At first Ghost didn't want to be the host. He didn't want the team all up in his personal business. Simon already had an excuse in mind as to why he couldn't host, but sadly his husband found out about the tradition and begged Ghost to meet them.

But the cold hearted man said no at first, but his husband had convinced him to host.

So this leads into now.

Ghost was driving to his house with Price in the passenger seat while the others were in the backseats. The car was blasted with loud music because of Gaz. and conversation.

"Hey Simon!--" Soap shouts trying to catch the male attention. But sadly the music went over his words. "Ghooost!~" Gaz drags out as well. The pair try over and over again trying to catch Ghost.

Soap taps Price on his shoulder. Price turns his head to the side looking at Soap. Soap signals with his hands to turn down the radio even using his hand as an example. The captain immediately understands and turns his head back around facing the radio and turning it down.

"Fuckin hell finally. Ghost!" Soap says finally being able to hear himself. Simon hums in response.

"You got anything or anyone at home? Like dogs, cats..." Soap trails off with Gaz finishing the question. "Secret girlfriends?" Ghost lets out a groan and an eye roll.

"No Johnny. I have no one there." Ghost says clearing lying shooting down the question.

The car grows silent with only soft music playing in the background.

"Any kids? Since theres a little barbie back here with brand new packaging." Gaz points out picking up the box. "Don't tell me you play with dolls L.t?" Soap teases with a smirk.

"No. I don't have any kids. And the box is a gift for my husband..." Simon trails off as realization slowly sets in.

Price eyebrow raises looking away from the window and to the soldier next to him. "You liar!" Soap shouts point his finger at Simon. "Husband?" Price repeats looking at Simon. "You like guys!?!" Gaz says looking around wide eyed.

"Fucks sake." Simon says slapping himself mentally.

"Well who is he!?!"

"What is he like??

"What's his job?"

"Does he treat you right?"

"Why didn't you tell us about him!!"

Question after question comes from the group.

"I wanted our marriage to be private. It's none of y'all's business about me and my husband's love life. But i'll only give you a small recap about him, but that's it..." Simon breathes out with his tone full with annoyance.

"His name is Y/n L/n. He's a mute photographer with three barbie dolls he gave their own personalities and background stories with verified social media accountants about what's going on with their lives. Like them traveling the world, their boyfriends, mental health updates and so on. The girls names are (___) (____) and my favorite (___)"

Simon says getting his phone and goes to one of the dolls social media accounts clicking on the newest photo of the girl and shows his team.

The picture is (____) looking outside the window looking for someone while the other girls are trying to confused in the background.

The caption read:

"(____) waiting for her husband to come home from the military."

After everyone sees it Simon takes his phone back and likes the post.

After a few more miles Simon sees his house in a couple more feet away. "Were here." Simon says waking up Gaz. Simon parks the car in the driveway and turns the car off.

Ghost looks in the backseat snatching the brand new toy from Gaz's hands before leaving the car with the team following close behind him.

"Don't make me regret taking y'all here." Ghost breathes out mostly talking about Soap and Gaz.

Before Ghost could unlock the door, the door swings open.

A pair of arms wrap around Ghost's body hugging him tight. Almost causing Simon to fall.

Insistingly Simon wraps his arms around his husband back hugging him tight bringing him closer. "I miss you too..." Simon says into the crook of Y/n's neck.

Y/n is first to pull away before giving Simon a quick kiss on Simon's covered lips. Y/n's head looks over Simon's shoulder looking at the men behind him.

Y/n gives them a bright wave before walking back inside the house.

Soap and Gaz lets out a few giggles thats quickly shushed by Price glaring at them.

"Well don't just keep standin there cmon." Simon groans out walking inside the house leading them into the dinning room.

TIMESKIP

After Simon gets the team all settled down in the dinning room he walks to the kitchen holding his husband's gift behind his back. "Y/n love, come here." Simon says looking at him.

Y/n turns his head to his husband and stops from what he was doing and walks over to Simon looking at him confused.

"Here. For you and the girls." Simon says showing the brand new barbie to him. Simon watches his husband's eyes become filled with joy and ideas.

Y/n takes the box out of Simon's hands before using his free hand to pull down Simon's mask to kiss him deeply on the lips. Y/n kiss him over and over again as thank yous.

"Your welcome." Simon says against Y/n's lips.

"How about you go show the girls while I take over cooking." Simon suggests.

Y/n doesn't need to get told twice as he goes upstairs to the dolls "personal" room.

TIMESKIP

After the food was done cooking Y/n and Simon began to serve the team with food and drinks even Deseret. The whole team loved the food. (Even got Gaz asking for seconds)

As everyone is eating and talking about whatever Soap finds something to talk about.

"Where did you two meet." Soap asks looking at Ghost and his husband.

"It's pretty boring..." Simon answers trying to shoot down the question. "I bet it's not." Price voice rings out. "Trust me it is." "I don't believe you." Gaz says already planning to ask Y/n if Simon doesn't tell them.

"It's just pretty boring how we met. Nothing fancy or cute just boring." Simon says once again.

As the team begins to argue about wanting to know they don't notice Y/n with one of his dolls and his photography camera posing her at the dinner table taking pictures.

Y/n even got to sneak some pictures of her staring at Price with love in her eyes.

It isn't until a while Simon notices he wasn't paying his husband any attention. Simon looks to the left of him to only get met with a doll in his husband's seat looking at price.

"Y/n." Simon calls out looking at his husband taking her pictures. Y/n looks away from his camera looking at Simon with a smile.

Timeskip

Finally hours past everyone is ready for bed. Y/n takes each team member to a guest room signing them "goodnight" before finally going to his own room with his husband.

Y/n strips out of his clothes and into one of Simon's shirts and sweats before crawling into the bed.

After a while Simon comes inside the room after washing the dishes. Simon takes off his shirt pants putting on sweats as well before climbing into bed.

Simon wraps his arms around Y/n bringing him close.

"I love you." Simon whispers against Y/n. Y/n kiss Simon on the cheek responding with the same love.

THE END

#simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #ghost simon riley #mw2 x male reader #mw2 ghost #call of duty x male reader #call of duty #x male reader #x mute male reader #male reader #the bear club

[justallihere]

Hi bestie,

the school librarian x kindergarten teacher has now become my brain rot and I'm thinking of so many potential scenarios/conversations

Idk if you've seen those tik toks where kids ask their teacher the most out-of-pocket questions like Are you married? Are you going to marry Miss Violet, why are you so old, etc

or if its Christmas time X: What presents would you get for someone you care about? and the kids are like "Better style bc all you wear is black and hearing aids bc you're old Mr Xaden" LMAO

Imagine a kid who gets easily overstimulated and likes to hide away in the library since its quiet and Xaden is frantically looking for this missing child and is ready to go mama bear to find this kid

imagine a career day and Violet asks her siblings to come help, Brennan is a surgeon, Mira is in the AirForce and they try to intimidate Xaden bc he's dating their baby sister 😭

No like it’s taken over my life 😭 I’ve got it and SITQ both open and I’ve just been flipping back and forth all day

Xaden would be so good with kids, he’s for sure the type of person to talk to five year olds like they’re grown adults and they LOVE it. They love him. They call him Mr. X and he constantly has at least one child holding his hand. One look and they stop doing whatever bad thing they’re not supposed to be doing. When they do crafts and the kids don’t want to take them home they all march down to the library and give them to Miss Vi and of course she loves the art and has a whole wall dedicated to it but she’s also glaring over their heads at him for bringing all this GLITTER around her BOOKS. He bugs her during lunch or his free period and puts away the books on the shelves she’s too short to reach and walks her to her car at the end of the day. Also he sneaks his dog in sometimes, and Sgaeyl is a perfectly behaved angel who always seems to know exactly which kid is having a bad day and she sits next to them. Xaden tries to set up doggy play dates between her and Tairn and Andarna and Violet won’t agree because she thinks he’s just teasing her

And yes, the kids know he has the world’s biggest, most pathetic crush on Violet

Some nosy-ass kid: “Are you married to Miss Violet?”

Xaden: “buddy if I was married to Miss Violet you’d know”

#modern au wip #librarian violet x kindergarten teacher xaden

[candiid-caniine]

im sorry this is a silly question, but what does it mean to be clicker trained? i haven’t been able to find a good answer but it seems hot (although i think everything’s hot tbh)

okie so pls prepare for autistic infodumping on psych and hypnokink below/

so. clicker training is often used for dogs and sometimes cats; basically, you're clicking the clicker every time you give them a treat. eventually, the animal becomes conditioned to associate the clicker with the dopamine rush of being rewarded! that's how it's used on animals. but the overarching concept is (afaik) a form of Pavlovian conditioning.

Pavlov (at least partly) got famous for an experiment where he conditioned dogs to associate the sound of a bell with getting food. eventually, anytime they heard the bell, they started to salivate.

why am i talking about animals? that's weird right? well the truth is that humans work basically the same (tho ofc our minds are more complex): over time, we are trained to associate certain stimuli with certain things. if you listen to the same song every time you go to sleep, eventually that song will always make you sleepy; our brains love repetition. it makes things predictable and orderly, giving us clear signals that help us navigate the world.

now...obviously...conditioning also has its applications to kink ;)

im a simple creature: im *stupidly* easy to condition, esp if i'm being intentional about it. most of the time it happens accidentally tho. here are some examples in my life:

i'm so conditioned to associate a collar with subspace that even touching my neck gets me wet. having the side of my neck sucked on immediately makes me go limp. when i noticed it happening passively, i vocalized it, strengthening the connection by intentionally "noticing" it every time it happened. it has only gotten stronger with time >.>

i also ended up accidentally being able to cum on command. once (i repeat: once) i was super worked up in between changing positions and i blurted out, "if you told me to cum right now i think i could" and owner said "cum for me" and...just like that, i fkn cum on command now. it's been that way for 4-ish years.

now...conditioning, esp when it's accidental, is an inexact science lol. i started getting more into denial. that fact, combined with the fact that i cum on command, eventually turned into *only* cumming on command. this was mostly coincidental: when owner and i moved in together, the only times i'd ever cum were when they were home, usually having sex/playing with me, and would command me. my brain turned that into an inability to cum *without* command. again, once i noticed it, i vocalized it, got intentional about recognizing it mentally, and it has only strengthened over time.

now: clicker training. theoretically, any effect you want (within reason) can be conditioned with enough consistent training. you could clicker train a person to feel sleepy at the sound of the clicker by using it when they're going to sleep. you could tie it to basically anything that isn't too complex, probably.

in my case, the goal is for me to hit the edge every time the clicker's pressed, so i've been clicking the clicker every time i hit the edge.

theory: eventually, my body will be so conditioned to think "click = edge" that i won't need to be touching when it happens.

theory: to really make this stronger, i need to get close to the edge, then use the clicker to get "there." stepping back further and further from the edge until, even if i'm idle, not turned on, or doing something else, clicker = edge, instantly.

here are the effects so far:

i'm not at the point where click = edge when i'm idle, yet, but the clicker does = a powerful clench of my cunt lmao...body's still getting on board.

*imagining* the clicker sound also prompts this effect, but a little less strong. HOWEVER...

suddenly, mysteriously, if i imagine and concentrate really hard on the way my body feels at the edge, i edge mentally.

this takes some concentration. curiously, it also makes me feel like i'm about to squirt; don't know what that's about.

why is this happening? because conditioning a human being is an inexact science. it's messy; the brain is very involved. so, in theory:

because i concentrate intentionally on the idea that click = edge, every time i edge and use the clicker, i'm also concentrating on my body.

concentrating on the feeling as i get closer to the edge. thinking, intentionally, "this is how i'll feel whenever i click this button."

so consequently, in the background, my body/brain is learning that "concentrate on how edging feels = you're edging now, fucko."

in conclusion: ymmv. my theory is that this kind of conscious conditioning method would be less messy and more precise if used with well-practiced, methodical, and specific hypnotism to strengthen and simplify the connections...but for the moment, i'm enjoying the chaos. i do like feeling powerless lol.

#infodump #hypnok1nk #tw: hypnosis #denial #asks #dizzy

[kangals]

thank you for such a thorough answer to my question about COI!! i don’t know anything at all about dog breeding, all of mine have come off the streets lol. it is BONKERS to me that the breed average for collies is 40%. so does that mean that most of the collies i see out in the world are kind of related? also i know you said w dobermans there’s not really any way to breed away from it, is it the same with collies? are breeders working to move that average % down?

thank you for sending me an ask that tickled the 'adhd special interests' section of my brain lmao

so are all collies related - yes and no. yes, in the sense that they all descend from the same ancestors and share genetics. no, in the sense that on paper they're not related. for example: stellina comes from a long-time breeder of show dogs on the US east coast. @as-old-roads audrey (my beloved) was a rehome who originally came from a midwest puppy mill. our dogs do not have any shared members of the family tree for several generations back. they're, at best, extremely distant cousins. and when we compared their DNA test results... they were 50% genetic matches for each other. that's not from being actual relatives - that's just because the collie gene pool is small enough that if you take a random scoop, you overlap with someone else 🤷

is there a way to breed away from high COI - not really, which is the tricky part of it. COI will always accumulate over time, meaning that as long as no new blood is introduced, each generation will have higher COI than the last. the way to combat this is A) start with a very large population of founding dogs (obv not an option for collies anymore, as the breed was developed in the 1800s); B) allow new blood through an "open studbook" (anyone with a collie-ish dog can breed their dog and have the offspring registered as collies if it's determined they look enough like a pure collie); or C) dedicated outcross programs (specifically seeking out unrelated collie-type dogs to cross to pure collies and then breeding those offspring back to pure collies to try and add more diversity without sacrificing the breed type)

the first option (large founding population) isn't viable anymore - we know that the original collies were developed from the native working farm dogs in whats now the UK, and then people said 'hey these dogs are pretty' and started breeding them specifically for bench/show moreso than herding, which is what makes the collies such a (IMO) lovely blend of herding and companion/family dog. we know other dogs were crossed in during development, but we don't have records of what: we've heard rumors that borzoi were added, and gordon setter, among others, but we can't say for sure. but regardless, this ship has sailed.

the second two options - the open studbook and outcross problems - are workable in theory, however they're not magic fix-alls. while COI/diversity is very important, it's also not the end-all be-all to health (as evidence by the fact that collies as a breed are doing really good health-wise). however, the biggest positive is also the biggest negative: you're diluting what's already in the gene pool. collies have high COI, but they also have very unique temperaments - they're very gentle, polite, exceptional with children, watchful but non-aggressive, intelligent, driven but not obsessive. i love the collie personality - that's what makes them collies, and not just random fluffy herding dogs. the idea of bringing in non-collies to the studbooks and creating generations of dogs that didn't have that same unique collie personality is so, so sad for me to think about. and yes in theory you can try and breed back to the traits you like, but what if you've now introduced, say, resource guarding into the gene pool? or fearfulness? or a health issue like DCM? there's such a fine line as to what makes a breed a breed, and it is very easy to deviate from that, even accidentally.

are breeders working to move the COI down - 😬 ymmv but most of the breeders i've talked to have a very "well it's not a problem so i'm not concerned" type of thinking about it. which, again, yeah the dogs are healthy now, but i think it shows a serious lack of foresight to not be concerned. but, these high COI show dogs are producing very consistent puppies who are doing consistently well at shows, so that's whats being bred. and that means that the breeders who are passionate about breeding and showing The Collie, and the breeders who want to do outcrosses and open studbooks, tend to have very, very little overlap. i've not seen any outcross programs that are worth following IMO (and i don't consider "old time scotch collie" to be outcross programs, as those OTSC dogs are supposed to be significantly different. if you're not aiming to keep your dogs part of the original breed, then it's not an outcross, it's a different breed).

i would love to see collie breeders and the collie breed club actually work together and focus on specific, dedicated outcross projects. or a formal procedure for allowing new blood into the studbooks. but unless something happens to really light a fire under their asses, i doubt it'll happen. so for now i'll stick with my worryingly-high COI dogs, with the temperaments and health that i love, and hope that the breed manages to defy the odds and stay healthy.

#long post #breed politics are incredibly messy #and breeders become harder to defend in breeds like dobermans or french bulldogs where the current state of the dogs IS causing harm #and breeders still refuse to outcross or make any changes. and at that point its like ok well you all suck then. #collies its more a grey area. but i still dont trust it.

[cordelia---rose]

15 questions for 15 friends

i was tagged by the wonderful @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: nope! my mother found a book of rare names, wrote down a whole bunch, and my father only liked one of them. fun fact, only three people in the entire world have the same first name as me ⭐

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: oh man in terms of like any tears at all…like this morning because my PMDD is hitting me hard at the moment and i saw my dog being cute and it was all too much for me but in terms of a big, proper cry…probably a couple of weeks?

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: i am actively filled with repulsion and dread at the thought of having children so it’s a good thing i don’t

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: i used to play hockey, netball, tennis and rounders at school and then whatever they made us do in PE but i’m not a huge sports person, especially not teams ones!

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: too much. i realised in my teens that if i’m deliberately deadpan and sarcastic all the time, people just think it’s funny and don’t look at me weirdly when i’m having an especially autistic day and can’t mask well because it just blends into my usual demeanour. everyone at work thinks i’m very dry and sarcastic when actually it’s mostly just me failing to understand social cues.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: gosh honestly i really don’t know. although i do pay a lot of attention to people’s smiles, i think you can learn a lot about a person by how they smile. whether it’s forced or natural, if their eyes smile too, if they hold their happiness back or let it come out unrestrained, etc., so i’ll go for smiles!

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: boring boring blue

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: can we not have both? i’ll always have to pick scary movies though because horror is my favourite genre, but i love a final girl ending!

ANY TALENTS?: ooh this is tough because for me a talent is something you’re just naturally good at, but the things that other people would probably say i have a natural talent for are my hobbies which i’ve worked at for a long time so i wouldn’t be able to say if it’s an innate talent or just a skill i’ve honed. i think i’ll probably say playing the double bass (or upright bass in the USA) - i tried it out at a musical open day thing at my school and decided i liked it, and then twelve weeks later i sat a music exam for it and passed with top marks despite it usually taking several years to get to that point!

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: england. i was doomed from the start.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: my main ones would be writing, reading, gaming, obsessively researching and then yapping about my special interests, and baking! i also do some crafty stuff when the mood strikes (i’m not really very good at it, but that’s chill, because it’s just for fun) and i’m not sure if it counts as a hobby but i love going on the trampoline!

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: i have my dog who is simultaneously the reason i get up in the mornings and the reason i don’t want to get up in the mornings, and also a crested gecko who mostly just vibes doing her own thing.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5’7”/1.70m

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: this changed so drastically over the years! when i was younger it tended towards history, then when i started secondary school i still loved history but classics became my main area of interest, but after i decided i didn’t want to pursue a career in that field i cast about a little bit and realised that while i hated, like, plant biology and chemical reactions, i was really into specific aspects of science and that’s what i’m studying at uni now!

DREAM JOB?: forensic anthropologist, i’m undertaking my master’s in this and i really hope i get to have a career in this one day, it’s my life’s ambition.

Tagging (i barely talk to anyone on here lmao so it's definitely going to be fewer than 15! also there's with no pressure): @stressedanime @royalthorned @a-good-sandwich @toy-soldiering @claudiadiary

#personal #tag game

[rabidferretnightmares]

MC calling the Obey Me! Cast 'maidenless' - pt.1 the brothers

A/N: But you may ask, "OP, what does 'maidenless' even mean?". Well, I say, have this (probably very unhelpful and) very Elden Ring-esque screenshot of an urban dictionary entry about it.

You're welcome! c; - Plue

Lucifer

"Pardon me?"

He heard Levi ranting about that one game that was all the rage currently and his brother mentioned some memes and gamer lingo as well

Does Lucifer understand the exact specific meaning and context of what you said? No, because he is a boomer.

Congratulations, he is butthurt now.

Was he really giving you the impression that he was single for the past thousands of years because he doesn't have the skills necessary to get head?

Get ready to be proven wrong as soon as he gets you alone because you managed to deal severe emotional damage to his ego and he can't let that slide

Mammon

"Huh? Maids? MC, do ya think I own a Café or somethin'?"

The remark is (unsurprisingly) lost on him

Sure, he sat close by when Levi ranted about the newest games he was playing, but did you seriously think that Mammon listened to him?

Funnily enough, Levi called him the same thing just two hours earlier... However, our resident tsundere is none the wiser either way

Honestly what did you expect?

Leviathan

Ouch. Please apply a burn heal to the wound

It's not that you're wrong... but did you really have to rub salt into the wound?

His Player 2 called him maidenless

He's gonna need quite some time to recover from that

Oof

I seriously hope that you have limited edition Ruri-Chan merch at the ready, because otherwise he won't talk to you for a while... Or at least until the next co-op event for Mononoke Land releases

Satan

To be honest, he takes it worse than you expected

He has been playing the game as well; the aesthetic, difficulty and the open world nature really got him hooked

Until Lucifer had to confiscate his copy of the game because Satan destroyed the living room in a rage fit after losing to the second boss 34 times in a row

Now he is silently seething at all times

Apart from that, he doesn't only read a lot of detective and mystery novels, but also a lot of other (human world) literature

More specifially, romance novels

Anything really, ranging from very sappy straight romance to LGBTQIA romance novels

Well, this turned him into a hopeless romantic

He knows this is an in-fandom joke... but will he really never find true love, MC? T^T

Asmodeus

LE GASP

MC, what did you just call him?

While he doesn't play the game or know anything about it apart from Levi's random rants at the dinner table where he zones out about halfway through every time to check his devilgram notifs

He still catches the drift of what you're implying

He is the Avatar of Lust after all

How dare. The sheer audacity.

He has lots of maidens! All kinds of maidens.

All the maidens he needs

He is the Avatar of Lust after all, thank you very much

Beelzebub

First of all, I have questions

Why him out of all people, MC?

This is straight up mean in my opinion. Shame on you. And your cow.

Beel would probably be confused and/or upset if he had understood your statement

But his brain is so wired to food and eating that he heard you talk about marinara sauce instead

And is now giving you puppy dog eyes, asking you to cook something with marinara sauce for him

Get your behind into the kitchen and start cooking, MC

That's the least you can do after even thinking of doing that to him

I'm serious, start cooking n o w

Belphegor

Lmao didn't ask, didn't care

Are you sure he isn't having a conversation with you while sleeping again?

Belphs tried playing Elden Ring, but decided the difficulty was too much work for him and he'd rather nap instead anyway

Did I say he didn't care about you calling him maidenless?

Yeah scrap that, he does care and is butthurt

Even if he doesn't show it

But you're gonna nap and cuddle with him to make up for it, right MC?

#I have no idea if I will ever even start on the side characters with that prompt lmao #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #om #om shall we date #om swd #omswd #obey me headcanons #om headcanons #omswd headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om lucifer #om mammon #om leviathan #om levi #om satan #om asmodeus #om asmo #om beelzebub

[n7punk]

So I know in a lot of your fics Catra is red color blind and you’ve explained it in the fic notes but do you have a place where you’ve fully explained what she can and can’t see?

very bad question to ask me because i am not a Science Person, but my understanding is that our color vision is made up of three cones, red, green, and blue. the more cones you have (and also the more you study names for different shades, i wish i was kidding but Learning Words actually improves your vision), the more shades of color you perceive (generally). in humans you get red-green colorblindness as the most common type and blue-yellow (yes i know i didnt mention yellow cones. it's complicated) as the second one.

this varies wildly for animals. for instance, we used to think mantis shrimp saw colors we couldn't hope to distinguish because they have 12 color receptors and we have the aforementioned 3, but now we think they actually see less than we do and they just have so many different receptors because their cones suck. so like, while we may be able to see many shades of blue and green with one cone, they need a Light Blue cone, and a Dark Blue cone, and a Turquoise Cone.... etc etc. and again, this is just where we're at with shrimp right now! we actually have no clue what cats see - if it's reduced shades due to a generally lower number of cones (they definitely have at least this), red-green colorblindness like in humans, just red colorblindness (something speculated for both cats and dogs), or monochrome colorblindness. different studies and resources have come to different conclusions, so in the end i usually pick just red because it's pretty unique and she's a fantasy species.

all the colors we see happen by wavelengths of light entering our eye. If a color is picked up a ton by our red cones and a little bit by the blue, we would see that as purple, right? except sike, the wavelengths of light do not work like our usual understanding of colors and what cones purple belongs to is not red + blue. i watched a video on this and then decided i wasn't going to understand it and moved on with my basic understanding of color mixing for what she can and can't see, but that didn't stop one Very Annoying Reader from trying to correct me and completely missing the point even after i explained it to them that disability representation is not to mimic any one person's Exact Situation, but to instead represent their overall struggles. literally none of the experiences i give catra apply to humans but just because it's her tail that makes some chairs really painful for her rather than scoliosis, that doesn't make it any less relatable when she finds the world hostilely designed for her body.

lmao can you tell its a sticking point for me. anyway, i often (although not always in AUs, partially because of not wanting to deal with annoying commenters when it Does Not Matter for what i'm trying to convey) write catra to have either very few or no red cones in her vision, which gives her a visual experience that is unique to us and very difficult to simulate due to that wavelength thing being more complicated than just removing red from an image. I don't know what colors catra would really be able to see if a human did have her specific kind of colorblindness, but i do get more specific in this fic about what my general take was early on. Slowly i've shifted to lean more towards her just having generally reduced cones more densely clustered on missing red cones, which would mean she would see fewer shades of color in general but would be able to see all the base colors we do, even if the variation and strength she gets is weak, especially heavily in red (this is kind of what i'm working with for modern AUs. if i mention adora's red jacket, she can kind of see that, just not nearly like we do, and maroon just wouldn't exist for her). this is the type of colorblindness my mom has (cannot tell navy from maroon from black, but easily tells red from blue from black. she leans slightly more towards deutro in her weakness) and is one of the speculated color perceptions for cats.

so i guess to answer your question: it depends on which fic you're reading LMAO.

also, because i can't not mention this: those colorblind correcting glasses (enchroma, etc) are not real, do not give you the ability to perceive things you literally do not have the receptors to, and actually work by filtering out wavelengths of light to make the colors that you see more potent, but it doesn't change the actual colors there, it's just like applying a filter to photo on fucking instagram. it actually limits your color perception even further and you cannot "train" your eyes with them just like you cannot train a limb to grow back. its a scam, and at three figures for a pair of glasses, it really hurts people and their families when they fall for it.

#fic ask #anon

[mistyfoxxy]

Okay, I am a new TOH fan, just marathon watched everything. I had the pleasure of pretty much knowing all the characters and plot points from mutuals posting about it LONG before I saw the show. But now that I've finished it, I have a question for a more seasoned fan---

Are we sure that Hunter is a grimwalker of Caleb? That seems to be the fandom consensus, but it's never actually said in the show. What if Hunter is a grinwalker of Caleb's SON?

*he is refered to as Belos' nephew. Sure, this can be explained other ways, but...

*In hollow mind, in the image of Caleb being lead away by the witch, the witch looks like she could be pregnant

*in the final fight of king's tide, Belos reveals his human face when approaching Hunter, and calls him Hunter. He says "I was only trying to help you" and only yells the name Caleb when he sees Flap.

*Hunter has witch ears, not human ears. If he was a grimwalker of a human, wouldn't he maybe have human ears? I don't know how grimwalkers work

What if after killing Caleb, Philip somehow got ahold of his son, the first Hunter? The kid would be half a witch, making him a lot more worthless/loathsome/disposable to Philip/Belos. What if he really is, and always has been, his nephew???

IDK. Am I a noob missing some key detail that confirms it as Caleb? Or is this a possibility?? TEACH ME 😆

Ok. So I spent several hours researching this lmao. I also got on a few rabbit trails so I will be taking several rabbit trails with this one.

SPOILERS AHEAD To start, let’s figure out what a Grimwalker is shall we?

I’ve searched high and low through the internet for myths and such, trying to find some kind of basis for this being but it seems to be consequently made up. Atleast In whole, but it seems to be derived of many different things. I searched up grim in mythology and found something called “Grim Church” also called the “black dog”. Which is funny to me considering Hunter’s new love of wolves. I think it’s a lot considering Belos uses these Grimwalkers to “pure” the world.

There is also something called “Shadow Walkers” which was a book LITERALLY WRITTEN BY ONE OF THE GRIMM BROTHERS. The literal two who went about collecting stories from town to town. So I dug into that a little bit, unfortunately you have to pay for the book or something so I was not able to gather much, however. There is a game that features them, but I don’t want to go into that. Not really.

Also the American Indian term for “Shadow Walker” literally means “someone that walks in two worlds”

He was also made of something called “Ortet” which in botanist terms literally means, “THE ORIGINAL SINGLE PARENT PLANT FROM WHICH A CLONE IS ULTIMATELY DERIVED”. Which definitely confirms that is was made by asexual reproduction of sorts. We’ll get back to that.

Also, Selkie scales. My bet would be Philip used those, well anyone who was trying to make a Grimwalker, would use that to shape the creation into what it wanted, as Selkies have the power to shed their skin and transform into humans. That could also explain some of the sensitivity to Hunter’s hand of that indeed had anything to do with his outer appearance.

The palistrom had “keratin” listed next to it. That has to do with hair obviously. Which could explain why his grew so long? Maybe his use of magic, (like when Belos took over him) it grew out.

Then we have the stonesleeper lungs. I really couldn’t find much of anything on that aside of what the owl house gave us. They’re dinosaur like creatures in which they turn to stone when they sleep. They’re aggressive in nature but are pretty sturdy and tough creatures I suppose. Which would help in keeping the boy alive during that toughly enduring reading and missions.

Then we have the galderstone. The owl house explains it as an old relic that has the magical ability to boost one’s power. Also listed as “heart.

So onto the question at hand. Given the information of these two, I think it’s safe to say it could go either way. Giving the information I’m about to give you, I can tell you why that probably not the case.

Your first fact and second fact. While this could be soooo true, I don’t think Belos was able to get his hands on that baby. When he murders his brother, they’re alone, and there’s fire around them. The next memory, it’s just her, a clearer pic and she is noticeably less round. So there IS a chance he did in fact come for his nephew. That was his family. Forget the witch, his brother is gone but his legacy will continue sort of thing. Oh I know. I’ll make my own nephew.

Your third fact. I can also see this. But it’s as I said, considering the long line of clawthornes we have now, and they are no doubt the descendants of the two. That baby survived. But since this, I’m even more convinced now that Belos generally beloved this to be his nephew. I’m a sick sort of way ofc. Maybe his, “I was only trying to help you” came from the place of, oh I delivered you from your witch mother and betraying father. After all he says “wild magic” did this to OUR FAMILY. He’s referring to both of them.

Your last point, I think, since Belos found a way to shift his own ears, he could have easily used the selkie scales or whatever else to form this little half witch the way he wanted. While “ortet” really stands out to me, the fact that Hunter is considered half a which when he’s literally made of magic kind of adds to this even more. His genetics were made by Caleb I believe. But the magic in him, that he was made of, makes him “half a witch”. He might not be one genetically, shoot he’s not even human. He’s straight up made of magic and other stuff.

So nah, I don’t think he’s made of Caleb’s son. I think he was made in place of him. Philip couldn’t convince his brother, so why control his nephews life? They’re family after all.

#Hunter Wittebane #belos #Philip Wittebane #Evelyn clawthorne #hunter noceda #grimwalker #the owl house theory #TOH spoilers #the owl house #long post #asks #my stuff

[applepies-and-starlight]

Was Ishmael always your favorite from day one, or did Canto 5 swing things in her direction?

So, she wasn't like, my favorite favorite day 1, but I did have a higher opinion of her compared to the rest of the cast (barring Ryoshu and Sinclair as food name oomf was making propaganda about them like a madman), her initial demeanor also gained her extra points because I generally gravitate towards characters that Actually Respect The MC/PC i won't say no to unhinged characters can we at least pretend to be civil during work hours and not treat me like a dog? It makes me sad :(

And then Canto V dropped.

Normally, this wouldn't be. That Big of a deal, if it was in literally any other position I'd just go "oh cool, so that's what happened" and moved on.

Problem: there was probably at least 20 different sleeper agents in my brain. And all of them involved Azur Lane

(Context for confused LCB moots: Azur Lane is Arknights' weirder, hornier cousin set somewhere in a WW2-adjacent period where all of your units are warships given human form known as Shipgirls (official term: KAN-SEN) and you fight against a robotic menace known as the Sirens)

(Editing Apple: putting this under cut because... oh lird. It's long.)

I had this like, entire ramble I wanted to go off on but at some point I didn't know where to take it lmao, but the basic idea is the following:

I got into Azur Lane last year because of spite and (eldritch-ish) pirates (Hello Royal Fortune!)

Got dragged into lore rabbit hole

Got convinced to read eldritch apocalypse fanfiction of Azur Lane (Whispers of Saturn)

Loved the fanfic a lot, started making Pirate shipgirl ocs based off the fic's concept (eldritch creachurr)

First iteration of Whaleship Essex created; whale-like mermaid-siren figure who has albinism and is a little Too trigger happy with whale murder

Made her look like Ishmael LCB because haha funny reference

Devs went fuckshit crazy with the anniversary event; Marco Polo was raining the wrath of God (who, to the surprise of absolutely nobody, was a false god), the god in question was fucking up the world with a weird white membrane (which, now that I think about it, kinda acted like pallidification), the french were getting back together, everything is great

I try to add the false god(s) into the lore timeline of my Azur Lane shit, cue updates happening to Whaleship Essex where she's the only survivor of her group and knows that someone else also survived but blames them for not being able to Do Something about it

New Pirate event happens

Devs stole 2 of my OCs and made them canon (hi, Hind; hi, Galley) and they also happen to be close to Whaleship Essex while they were my OCs

I work around what the Devs have given me and decide that they're in a state of kinda died-but-not-really (long story)

(Note that I came up with all this oc stuff around like. November or something.)

Overall my hype for The Sea™ and eldritch horrors have reached an all time high

Canto V releases; I learn about it while trying to make a Limbus AU for Murder Drones

I decide to check it out because. Water.

Doomed sailor yuri

"Holy fucking shit did I just predict Canto V with my OC that's completely unrelated in every way except for the fact that she looks A Lot like Ishmael???? What?????"

Present time; I have been stuck in the Limbus hole ever since (and apparently my brain has delusionally stuck itself onto our favorite ginger sailor so uh. hi fellow ishmael irls!)

Sooooo... yeah

Basically we wouldn't be here if the stars didn't align at Halloween 2022 and Manjuu + Yostar gave the AL fans someone who isn't a pirate

#apple asks #rambles #limbus company #fun fact: i nickname royal fortune as ruby #this is because there's like. 3 different fortunes ingame + one of my ocs is called good fortune (nick: cerise) #post-edit apple: #oh good lird this is long #yeah my brain. is unhealthily attached to al. #fun.

[watsons-busted-kneecap]

✨️Monstrorum AU Masterpost✨️

A Sherlock AU in 2024? More possible than you think. (2016 me has broken out of the mental cage like a rapid dog lmao)

Hello! Welcome to this absolute mess. Got a fic idea that quickly spiraled, you know how it be.

As you've likely guessed, this AU is in a world where Supernatural/Mythical creatures walk out in the daylight alongside humans! This means the world's a whole lot different in some ways, and in others, not at all.

Any info or lore about creatures in this au are either inspired by something, have actual history that's been utilized, or I pulled whatever is going on completely out of my ass as I went about my merry way worldbuilding. Take anything that happens with an entire salt mine! Don't be afraid to ask questions or make suggestions! I'm just having a good time man, none of this is terribly serious lmao.

If you're curious about anything, have suggestions, etc don't be afraid to holler in my Asks. They're always open o7

Now onto the lists aye? Always keep an eye on this post if you want to stay updated on the au, new things will be added randomly as time goes on.

Creature Info

Naga/Nagini • Vampires • Werewolves • Harpies • Sirens • Poltergeists • Spirits • Ghosts • Fae (List) •

Character Info

Dr. John Watson • Sherlock Holmes • Mycroft Holmes • DI Greg Lestrade • Ms. Hudson • DS Sally Donovan • Philip Anderson •

World Info

New Scotland Yard Monstrum Homicide Division • Monstrorum/Monstrum, Monstrum Descent, Monstrum Renatus, & Humans • How Does Monstrum Inheritance Work? •

Monstrorum AU Art Posts

Grumpy Sherlock •

Monstrorum AU Fic Link

Memento Vivere

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #Monstrorum AU #john watson #sherlock holmes #mycroft holmes #greg lestrade #sherlock au #mythical creatures

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

malec and orange peel theory let go

“Yes,” Izzy smiles.

excuse u people peel orange for the isabelled lightwood not the other way around

of course magnus would peel orange magically that thing is a hassle aldksgjlfdhjdl

Then, Magnus speaks, “Oh, wait. I forgot,” before a magically peeled orange appears in front of it.

this lil shit

“Peel,” it’s an order this time because Raziel, Magnus will know shit is up now.

dom alec tease omg

“Here, Daddy. I peeled it,” Max yells excitedly.

i cant blame him i would do the same for alec too

“Not all of us have partners who can take us to any part of the world and have us taste world cuisine,” Jace grins.

sometimes i lie at night and think about alec can literally eat fresh off oven french desserts from France and I'm like...bitch gimme your sugar baby status

Magnus prefers the spicier one.

hotpot only good if it's spicy there i said it!

Magnus sits next to him, a hand dragging a random pattern on his thigh as Alec murmurs something against his ear, pulling a small grin out of the man.

everyone is that brazilian dog eyebrow rainbow meme

“His white ass couldn’t deal with the spicier broth the first time we tried it.”

and when i said first time alec all blushed cheeks breathing heavily tongue out and it make magnus develop a new kink, then what

Magnus nudges him and without even looking, Alec turns and opens his mouth as Magnus feeds him a bite of fish ball.

oh magnus know how to feed alec ball all right-

There are a few pieces of mushrooms in his broth which he doesn’t like at all. He picks them up and puts them on Magnus’s plate who rolls his eyes at him.

me with the most evil invention of nature (scallion)

He puts down his chopsticks and starts peeling the shrimp one by one. When he is done, he transfers the plate to Alec who smiles at him.

magnus pass the test he now officially qualified to be a k-drama male lead love interest

“Umm, I like doing it for him,” Magnus adds nonchalantly.

when devotion is peeling shrimp for your SO >>>>>>>

He thinks about Izzy’s question and scoffs—of course, he knows how to peel a shrimp.

guess our single asses have to eat the shrimps whole like a REAL bad bitch

His husband frowns. “I don’t know. Maybe the first time we went out for a hotpot. You seemed confused by everything so I helped.”

The first time was almost five years ago.

“Okay,” he mumbles before he adds. He doesn’t know why but he can’t help but ask. “But why are you doing it still?”

Magnus gives him a small smile. “Because you like shrimps.”

AWEEEEEEEEE magnus is so male lead love interest with dedicated track written and referenced specifically him

Alec kisses Magnus’s nose before he speaks. “Some stupid peel theory has got nothing on you.”

now i wonder how does alec eat crabs and overall shellfish lol

ofc people would be peeling oranges for one and only Isabelle lightwood but I like the idea of Clary and Simon fuxking with those two constantly with mundane culture.

lmao Magnus really do be perfect to play the certified male rom com lead. He had the vibe>>>>>>

Magnus know how to feed Alec ball- when I tell you i spit water readinf this jsjsjsjsjsj. and yes devotion is peeling shrimp for your SO.

And, I, too would give my life to peel oranges for Alec Lightwood. It’s what he deserves jssnsjsjsjk

Thank you for this love. I’m glad you liked it. 🌻🌈🌻

#thank u I love u #malec #anh chaos

[shitouttabuck]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

seven!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

129,484 which is a fake number to me

3. what fandoms do you write for?

nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you can start a family who will always show you love

let the world have its way with you

my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

like a dog with a bird at your door

i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….

8. do you get hate on fics?

no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

911 babey!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj

tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!

#tag game #if you see me posting later today. send me hate mail i need to pack

[writingrenna]

"Learn to Love" (Pt. 1)

Jacq x GN!Reader

You finally catch the Capsakid that likes to bully you, but he doesn't listen, so you go to the world-renowned Jacq for some advice.

Also, you're also a shy nerd that draws in your free time so THIS IS THE FIRST FANFIC WITH ART ACCOMPANYING IT BAYBEEEEE--

If the lore seems fake, it's because it sorta is, but it's based on actual lore, if that makes sense?? I'm pretending the games aren't games basically, I'd S C R E A M if someone said my dog was on "Level 5", lmao

Tone/Ending: Frustrating, Hopeful

Warnings (for the whole fic): It's implied Capsakid directly attacked you before this, then he bullies you for a while, causing you to get frustrated by him and your lack of progress for a bit. You also risk your life and get really depressed at one point. You cry during the first half-ish, a bit more than intended

Word Count: 5,000-ish?

_\V/_

You're running down the hallway, hands behind your back, not caring about the eyes on you as you do so. You had an important question to ask the resident biology teacher about a little... situation of yours. It was the first day of summer classes, which you had enrolled in at basically the very last second in a desperate bid to solve your problem.

You make it to the door, classroom 1-A. You don't even bother knocking, striding right into your homeroom class 45 minutes early so you'd have a better chance at talking one-on-one.

"Mr. Jacq!"

The man chokes on his coffee, having been startled by your abrupt entrance.

"Eh-" he coughs, putting the coffee mug down and hitting his chest. You give him a moment, adrenaline flushing out your body as his reaction grounds you.

"...sorry..." you say rather meekly.

He makes a flapping gesture with his hand to dissuade you.

"Nono, not to worry, I-"

He clears his throat one last time.

"...just..." He coughs, getting the last bit of spluttering out of his system. "...wasn't expecting anyone yet..."

He sits up, looking at you.

"You are..." He squints and says the first name on his mind, and you nod, confirming it. He seems relieved to have remembered your name and face from orientation.

"So! How may I assist you this fine morning?"

You're suddenly nervous for some reason. You almost forgot why you came in with such a fiery passion, but then-

"Oh, right! I caught my first ever Pokémon two months ago. Problem is-- it's kind of a jerk."

He snorts.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! Look at this thing!"

You pull your arm from behind your back before he could really respond, showing him a Capsakid silently staring out into space. At first, neither of you say a word, but after a few moments, Jacq gets curious.

"Wh-why is it like this? Did something happen?"

"No? It's just been like this lately. I don't know if this is better or worse than what it was like before, though."

He looks up at you.

"What was it like before?"

You grumble, remembering the start of your rivalry.

"Well, before, whenever I left the city to go towards Porto Marinada, it'd run up and attack me! Now, it doesn't really attack me anymore, it just doesn't listen..."

Jacq nods, looking the little bud directly in the eyes. Capsakid seemed to be staring right through him as if in deep thought, not making a peep. It takes him a moment, but he realizes something.

"Wait, you caught it near Cascarrafa, right? In the Asado Desert?"

"Yeah?"

"Aaand this is your very first Pokémon, right?"

"...yeah?"

He looks away from you, unsure of how to say this.

"Well, uh..."

He looks up to meet your eyes.

"...I... I don't think it respects you yet."

"WHAT!?" You reel back, Capsakid still in-hand.

He winces.

"I'm sorry. You need to get a bit more experienced first, maybe train up a weaker Pokémon or two so it can watch you get better? Pokémon in that area are fairly strong, they need the right kind of trainer to tame them. It'll be harder for beginners to get through to them."

He waits for your response. You haven't made a move yet, still holding Capsakid, who looks to be falling asleep. You grunt, shaking your head a bit before finally saying something.

"Ugh, fine.

He smiles. Meekly, but he still smiles.

"Great! I'm rooting for you, I hope to see you two getting along this semester..."

You nod, defeated, walking out of class, Capsakid still in-hand.

_\V/_

It was lunch time. You made your way outside, placing the Capsakid down in the grass, where it immediately started running around. You were sitting in the shade so it could refuel in the sunshine as you ate. You pull out an apple slice.

"Hey, Kid!"

The Capsakid continues to spin around, as if it didn't hear you. You know it did, however, as it quite obviously smirked when it noticed you. You grumble.

"Hey, your loss!"

It continues to bask in the sun as you angrily munch on your sandwich, glaring at it.

You don't notice the pair of eyes on you.

"Hello, hello, there!"

You turn to the man, who looked to feel bad about your predicament.

"Hm?"

He walks over to you, looking at Capsakid.

"Looks like it's enjoying itself..." he comments absent-mindedly.

You nod.

"I guess so..."

He looks down at you, then back up at Capsakid.

"Hey, if you want to feed it, do this."

He gets a Poké Block out of a little container in his pocket before holding it up.

"Hey, Capsakid!"

It stops, turning toward him.

"This is for you, eat it when you want to, okay?"

He places it a little ways away from you on a napkin. Capsakid watches his every move before looking up at him... and then going right back to running around.

"See??"

"Nono, that was the point. It'll come to you when it's ready, and it will most likely keep its distance. Buuut, it'll still eat if it's hungry, and probably even appreciate you letting it have its space."

You look at Jacq, before looking over at Capsakid, who doesn't look to be done quite yet. You decide to trust his word, though.

"...okay..."

He grins.

"There ya go, patience is key here. I know you'll do great."

You can't help but doubt him, but you take what he says to heart.

_\V/_

Classes were over, and you were at the library. Capsakid was watching you read a book on Pokémon obedience. Sighing, you look over to it, and it looks at you... and smirks. You grumble.

"Yeah, I don't think this book will work for you, you're a strange one for sure..."

It just giggles at you. It was melodic, even vaguely familiar, but you were too preoccupied by its audacity to think about it. You snap the book closed, causing it to jump a little.

"A'ight! I think it's about time we head to our dorms."

You get up, making your way over to the shelf you got the book from. Capsakid watches you again as you struggle to push the row of books back to slide it in. You grunt, but you manage, sighing and turning to the juvenile (and you do mean juvenile) spicy pepper.

"Ya ready?"

It blinks, not giving an answer. You simply walk over and grab him, but not before thinking of something.

"...y'know, the school store might have something that can help us."

Capsakid tilts its head as you commit to this little change of course.

_\V/_

"MR. JAAAAACQ!!"

You run into the biology room, catching him off-guard as he was studying the terrarium he kept at the back of the classroom.

"Wha-"

"It's doing it again!"

You hold Capsakid out to him, who was staring out into space like that first morning before classes started. Jacq looks at it.

"...uh-huh... what did you do right before this started?"

"I-I dunno! We were watching a movie in my dorm, and it wasn't paying attention because it was eating a snack! I thou-"

"A snack," he mumbles to himself. You pause your explanation, looking at him. He continues, turning to you.

"What was it?"

"A Poké Bean?"

His eyes light up.

"OHHHHH! That explains it."

"Huh?" You don't know what he means.

"You gave it a bean, those usually endear people to Pokémon because they start to associate you with the good feelings they get while eating them. But with you, it feels conflicted, since it still doesn't respect you..."

You take in his answer... and it makes sense.

"Oh. So he just feels neutral instead of actually liking me more."

"Correct."

He looks at your defeated expression and solemnly smiles.

"I take it Capsakid ate a bean before you came in on the first day, too?"

You nod once. He huffs a little. Capsakid is just lazily relaxing in your hands, so he decides to do a little test.

"Hold it up to your face?"

"Eh? Okay..."

You do as you're told, holding Capsakid up and turning it around to look at your face. Jacq walks behind you to see it staring directly into your eyes, neutrality evident.

"Ah, yeah, see? It needs consistency. It wants to listen, it knows you're trying, but you don't have a commanding enough presence yet. It can tell you're unsure of yourself, but it still sees you, see?"

"It... sees me?" You move it to the side a little. It turns its head to keep staring at you, eyes widening a little. You aren't sure what this means.

"What do you mean?"

"Heh, it's easier to notice as you get to know it, but it sees who you are, and it wants to trust you enough to let you command it, but it needs to see that you know what you're dealing with."

You nod. You think you get it. Just get strong and keep being nice. You can do this, even though you've never trained a Pokémon before. You didn't even really help in training your mom's Dachsbun when you were growing up, but you'll still try.

You nod.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

He beams at you.

"Nice! I'm glad you're sticking by its side, even if it's a little f-frustrating..."

You nod at this, idly staring at the Pokémon in your hands. Guess this is it, no turning back now, lest you end up enrolled for absolutely no reason.

_\V/_

It's the end of Jacq's class. He had asked you to stay behind for a little bit, so here you were, poking Capsakid with the eraser side of your pencil to keep it from tearing your notes out. Jacq comes over, pulling a stool up on the other side of the table to study it.

"So, how have things been going?"

"Bad." Is all you say, keeping your eye on your little troublemaker.

He hums in response, looking at it too. He shoots it a stern yet gentle glare, so it plops down on the table, looking out at the posters near the door to seem occupied.

"Well, it's obvious it still causes mischief, but perhaps it's just in its nature," he adds while getting a good look at it. Getting a better, calm look is making him notice things about Capsakid he didn't before, but he can't be sure without a more thorough analysis.

Capsakid grunts, or at least, you think it does, as Jacq gently puts a finger on its head to see how it reacts. It's still able to move, so it turns its head to get a look at him, a surprised expression on its face. It intimidates you, seeing Jacq so effortlessly calm it down just by being there. Perhaps Capsakid can sense his strength? His ability to tame?

You hum, deep in thought, looking down at the table. You needed a game-plan, because it's quite obvious it won't trust your abilities more in any way but to show it how commanding you can be.

After a bit of silence (which you thankfully don't notice), you sit up.

"Jacq?"

You notice him quickly looking down when you bring your attention back to him, Capsakid looking at him curiously.

"Yes?"

"I think... I'm gonna go out for a few days, catch a weak Pokémon and start from the beginning. Have it watch me, even."

He nods, keeping his eyes trained on the tiny pepper.

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe this is the thing it needs to trust you."

You huff a little and simply say "Hopefully..."

_\V/_

"CAPSAKID, USE HEADBUTT!"

The little green baby, bless its heart, actually listened... until it decided to run away from the Pawmi about halfway there.

"WHAT THE-"

Capsakid runs before unceremoniously falling on its face. You stare for a second, not sure if you should go over and help when it sits its head up.

"...you good?"

It stands up on its own before running toward you. You don't move, watching it to see what it does. It just looks up at you.

"...um..."

The Pawmi isn't quite sure what to make of the situation, looking over at the little group of Pawmi she was once apart of before quickly turning back towards you two, still on-edge.

You grunt.

"Ok, use Headbutt!"

The Capsakid aims for Pawmi... before using Bullet Seed, the same attack it used on you whenever you entered the desert back home. Pawmi actually takes quite a thrashing, but it holds it together, shaking off the move and avoiding the next onslaught the best is can despite being fairly inexperienced. You take this moment of weakness as your chance to catch it, throwing the Pokéball at the creature and watching it shake... shake... shake... until...

She escapes?

"Oh no!"

Pawmi lets out a mighty cry before running over, using Thunder Shock on your partner. Capsakid tanks the hit with ease despite being quite a bit smaller than it... actually, why is it so small? They're usually about the same height...

You make a mental note to ask Jacq about that later.

"Capsakid, use..."

You get an idea.

"...Zen Headbutt?"

Capsakid perks up in recognition before simply swaying a little, closing its eyes and yawning.

Right, it seems to know Zen Headbutt. You had read somewhere that the Capsakid that live around the area you met may know that one.

You grunt, readying a Pokéball.

"Capsakid, use... um..."

Your hesitation makes Capsakid emit that same melodic little giggle. A villain in the making, really. You growl, trembling, looking up to yell out into the sky before turning your attention to Capsakid. Your shadow looms over the creature, words forceful and eyes showing a fury it hadn't seen before.

"CAPSAKID, USE BULLET SEED!"

It flinches instead, which causes you loosen your stance as the Pawmi uses this opportunity to Scratch it, quite badly, actually. You jump back, yelping in surprise and worry, but it shakes it off and throws a quick yet intense Bullet Seed her way, which seems to do the trick. You throw the Pokéball, and finally, you catch your second Pokémon.

"All right! Now we're moving!"

Capsakid turns around, staring up at you.

"Hey, you did great, Kid! C'mon, let's go back. It's getting dark, and you need a recharge."

You recall it before running to a Poké Center to heal your team members.

_\V/_

You run back to the academy, excited to settle in and start your new life tomorrow, a life with a new friend, and a life where Capsakid might actually listen to you.

You knock on Jacq's door, where you know he'll be lingering, probably with a coffee and a stack of papers. And you're right! He answers, a puzzled look on his face when he realizes you look like you just ran a marathon.

"Eh? You all right, there?"

"I went-" *Huff* "-to the place-" *Huff* "-down there, w-with th-" *Huff* "-the people-!"

He furrows an eyebrow, unsure of what you're trying to convey there as you continue to steady your breathing.

"I... see?"

You take a deep breath before perking up, breathing still a little haggard.

"Yeah! Here's my new Pokémon, Mimi!"

You let Pawmi out of its Pokéball, emitting a squeal as she materializes. She then looks around, eyes full of awe and wonder as she studies her surroundings. Jacq can't help but smile.

"Oh, great job! How'd catching it go?"

"Well, I uh... eventually Cap... kinda listened?"

He has a face that betrays the fact that he's a bit skeptical, but he's a professional, and he's there to listen and figure out what happened.

"Tell me, what do you mean by, uh, 'kinda'?"

You start to remember the fight, how it almost listened when you commanded it to use Headbutt, which it seems to have stopped using in favor of perfecting its slightly stronger alternative. How it didn't use the move you called out until...

...until...

Your eyes widen momentarily as you get a sinking feeling of guilt in your stomach. You were aggressive. It flinched. You didn't want it to be trained or raised fearing you, no matter how bad it can be. You just wanted to get along and grow closer.

Jacq notices the pained look on your face as it drastically falls. He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay, tell me what happened, I'll understand."

Your voice trembles a little.

"I-I-" you take a deep breath in through your nose, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Jacq goes from worried to mildly panicked, leaning in a little more.

"...I yelled... at it, I-"

You take in a few rapid breaths, guilt clawing at you with no end in sight. Jacq clears his throat a little before guiding you towards a chair in front of Pawmi, who was now sitting on a desk, looking rather excited for its new life amongst these weird lights.

Jacq kneels in front of you as you continue to try and hold back your tears, one arm hovering in front of your face.

"Okay, okay, it happens, even experienced trainers slip up sometimes, don't feel too bad..."

But it's too late. You shudder as the tears fall, a pitiful noise escaping your lips as you curl in on yourself a little.

"Bu-but, it's just a- a little guy-y-"

Jacq gently places a finger under your chin, lifting your head up as you sniffle and babble to yourself, staring off to the side and recalling how Capsakid flinched under you, which elicits a whimper. He's lost in the moment, not thinking about how bad this would look, even if you are an adult student. He just stares, your eyes now squeezed shut as you get sucked into your sorrow. It takes him a few moments for him to even remember where you two are, and when he does, the rest of the situation comes crashing back down on him. His eyes go wide and he reverts back to instructor mode.

"Okay, stay here."

He stands up and walks over to his desk, which is when you take the opportunity to turn and sob into the one in front of you. This catches Pawmi off-guard, who worriedly pats you on the head and squeaks, bending down to try and catch a glimpse of your face. He returns with what you assume are tissues. He pulls your arm a little so your body is facing his again, before kneeling like before, taking your hands in his and placing some on top of your hands.

"Remember this moment..." he begins, eyes closed and thumbs gently rubbing your hands over the tissues. "Remember, that you're trying, and sometimes you make mistakes. That the road is winding, and confusing, and sometimes, a path that brings you closer to the finish line might end up being a dead-end..."

You sniffle, finally cracking your eyes open and looking at the bunch of tissues.

"...but you're still trying, and improving despite it all, because for whatever reason deep in your heart, this is all worth the effort, the effort of even trying. What happens next is not the goal, this step right here is..."

And then it hits you. Why... are you trying? It's not like you HAD to keep Capsakid, you didn't need to dedicate your life to a troublemaker that got some sick joy out of tormenting you, watching you hesitate to leave the city and cackling with glee. You could've given it away, let it loose far away from you, kept it under your bed, even registered yourself a storage box using a PC and put it there until the end of time...

But for some reason, this made your stomach churn and left a bitter taste in your mouth. You even winced at this realization, face twisting into one of mild discomfort for even thinking it.

Capsakid, for whatever reason, didn't fight back when you caught it. You didn't even HAVE to fight it. You borrowed a Larvesta from a local rental service to accompany you to the pier, but you didn't need to use it, awkwardly hesitating to call out a move before deciding not to fight it at all, throwing the Pokéball and tempting fate.

And it worked. You assumed the wide-eyes it had as you threw it were of surprise, but now, your mind is saying something else was there as well. It almost immediately took to destroying your place, causing mayhem for you, and overall being a little menace.

But it stayed, for whatever reason. And you wanted to understand it, for yet another unknown reason.

Jacq notices the scowl on your face and grows worried. He leaves the tissues in your hands before gently, but firmly rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

"Please... please don't give up on this little guy..."

Your eyes shoot open before looking puzzled, almost shocked he'd even ask that before realizing he doesn't know what you just went through internally. You shake your head.

"I won't."

He smiles, rather uncontrollably at that.

"Good."

_\V/_

You're yawning, barely holding it together as you stumble your way towards homeroom with a coffee from the Seabreeze Café. Capsakid strides ahead of you, a deadpan look on its face, although it seems to be smiling a little. Pawmi is sitting on your shoulder, holding on tight and looking around. Jacq walks out carrying a small stack of papers before spotting you, face lighting up and grinning.

"Ah, hello, hello, how are you today?"

You groan, eyes closed, leaning forward as if you're about to fall over. Mimi squeaks in surprise, eyes shooting open and tensing up before collecting herself.

"I think Cap has Insomnia. Like, actual insomnia," you start. "I wanted to spend time with it last night, but..."

You yawn as Cap simply gives up and walks into the classroom without you.

"I... I thought that meant it was only resistant to moves that put it to sleep, but... I guess it leaks out into day-to-day life, too?"

Jacq nods.

"That happens. In fact, it's perfectly normal, being the case more often than you'd think."

You nod, eyes still closed. You manage to force them open after squeezing them shut for a moment. When you do, Jacq has a fond smile on his face, trying to hold back a laugh. You flinch, not expecting to see him like this. He chuckles a bit.

"Ah, you should go inside. I'll be back after I make copies of this assignment, sooo, sit tight, all right?"

You yawn again, nodding before walking to your usual spot. Putting your head down, you felt sleep quickly overtake you, so you allow yourself to take a little nap.

_\V/_

A little while later, you hear Jacq's voice calling your name.

"Heyyyy... hello?"

You snort and sit up, drool on your face and eyes closed. As you wipe it away, you hear snickering. It's really close, so you open one eye a tad to see him looking down at you.

"-eh?"

He's sitting backwards in a chair, arms resting on the back of it and laying his head down, staring at you with an amused expression, a strange twinkle in his crinkled eyes. Or, maybe it's there because your vision is blurry...?

"Yoo-oou mumble in your sleeeep~" he said in a sing-songy voice.

You make a weird whimpering noise before sitting up some more.

"Yeah...?" you say, squeezing your eyes shut before shaking your head, blinking a few times to see better. It was as you were doing this that you realized--

"-CRAP!" You panic, looking around the room. This catches Jacq off-guard, but he quickly realized what was wrong when you looked under your desk.

"Oh, your Pokémon! They're both OK, we just had lunch."

You sigh with relief.

"Oh, thank gooooooooooo--"

You squint, processing the previous statement.

"...did I... sleep through like, half my classes...?"

He nods, leaning in again, bottom half of his face covered by his arm as he looks off to the side. His voice is muffled slightly, but you understand him.

"Mm-hmm, you just wouldn't wake up. But even if you were able to get up, I couldn't send you to class like that, so I let you stay in here..."

You grumble, sitting up.

"I... see..."

You stretch, face contorting a little as your eyebrows furrowed. Letting out a little yawn, you hunch over, eyes closed.

"Ok, now what? I gotta... get myself together, hold on-"

Jacq gives you a moment to figure out a game-game-plan as he pulls out his Rotom Phone.

You didn't know why missing class felt so bad. You were only here to learn how to raise Cap, and you guess Mimi now. Plus, your schedule was flexible to the point of it being comedic. Your heart really wasn't in your studies, but that wasn't the school's fault.

As you sit there, thinking to yourself, a man walks into the room. You don't think to open your eyes or look at whoever entered, but when you hear the familiar cries of your Pokémon, you turn to see Mr. Saguaro pointing in your direction. Mimi runs along his arm with a few happy little squeaks, hopping from table-to-table with Kid on her back, who jumps off at the desk directly next to yours as Mimi comes to nuzzle you.

"These little ones were certainly a handful, but I enjoyed making food small enough to accommodate them. It was..."

He looks off to the side, a thoughtful expression on his face before nodding with a smile.

"...adorable."

You nod, saying "I can imagine!" before thanking him for taking care of them, looking at your duo as he leaves. Mimi was rubbing on your arm, obviously happy despite how the day started, while Capsakid... is looking at you, mouth slightly tilted to the side as if realizing something.

"Eh?"

Jacq notices, too. Turning in the chair so he's facing Capsakid, he makes an observation.

"Hm, seems like it's thinking hard about something."

You turn to him.

"Huh? Like what? It just got here..."

He nods.

"True. It may be something already on its mind that's just starting to make sense."

You squint, leaning back.

"Wha-"

You look at Capsakid again, who's eyes seem to widen when you do. The little tilted frown on its face deepens, eyes now slightly furrowed, prompting you to frown as well, a little worried. Jacq turns toward you.

"I wouldn't worry about it, it doesn't seem to be stressed about anything, just pondering something. But if anything changes, be sure to take note of it, okay?"

You nod, still facing Capsakid, observing how it watches your response.

"Will do."

_\V/_

You grumble a little trying to come up with a route. Capsakid is eating a bit of potato tortilla, sitting on your desk and looking up at you as you study your map. You then turn to Pawmi.

She was resting under your window, taking in the sunlight like Capsakid would usually do. You look at the clock. It's almost time for you to head out and start your week-long training session.

Grabbing your bag and your empty belt, you give them a little warning.

"Ok, you two! 12 more minutes and we're out of here!"

Mimi seems to take what you said and decides to use this time to mentally prepare herself, nodding with a determined face. Capsakid, however, just keeps on munching, no change in energy or even a sign that it heard you. You aren't worried, but you feel a bit bummed starting off like this. You decide not to let this change anything, simply going to the man that's helped you the most so far.

You leave your Pokémon in the room, going to the biology room, where he's currently in-between classes. Giving the door a few good taps is what it takes to get his attention. You feel the smile in his voice, as if he expected and even knew it was you.

"Ah, hello, hello! Come on in!"

You do so, walking into the classroom.

"Hi..." You shyly wave at him.

"Yooou ready for today?"

You nod.

"Yup! Super ready, ready to get it done at least."

He... nods, hesitantly.

"Ah, I see."

You realize what you said.

"Uhp- kidding! Kidding. No, really, I'm kidding! It's just... I dunno."

"Hey, no, I get it. New chapter, very overwhelming stuff." He flashes a toothy smile.

You feel uneasy, looking at his smile, but you ignore the feeling.

"S-sorry, just dropping by 'cause... well, I-I don't know why."

You fiddle with your belt a little.

"Hey, it's all right, you don't need a reason to come see me."

"Oh! Okay, then uh..."

You awkwardly point finger guns at him.

"...see ya next week...?"

He grins just as awkwardly.

"Yeah? Of course."

You nod before waddling out without another word towards to your dorm room. 'Why are things weird now?' You can't help but ponder this as you slam your door shut.

"Ookaay, you ready?"

Mimi chirps affirmatively, but Kid ignores you entirely, laying on its side and pretending to be asleep. You wait a few seconds before groaning, the realization that it's doing this on purpose hitting you. You simply recall it back into its Pokéball and call for Mimi.

"C'mon, Mii! We're off!"

You walk out your dorm room, making sure to lock it. Pawmi on your shoulder, you begin your march toward the entrance hall. This was the first time you really left the school for an extended period of time, so you were a little nervous. But at this point, you'd do anything to get Capsakid to respect you.

During your talk the other day, Jacq had reassured you that Capsakid actually does seem to like you, but that was hard to believe since it doesn't see you as worthy of being its trainer. He said it's normal for this to happen, that both can be true at once, but it still felt bewildering, so you didn't get your hopes up.

Sighing, you step into the great hall, looking around one last time... as you heard footsteps approaching, along with your own name. Turning around, you saw Jacq, face red as he caught up with you.

"Ah, thank goodness you're still here-!"

He stops for a moment, hands on his knees as he bent over to catch his breath, mumbling "I really should've remembered- while you were still in my class-" to himself. You stand there, unsure of what to do. Mimi makes a little cooing noise as she stares at him, also uncertain. He finally sits back up, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a phone you've seen a lot of your peers using.

"I can't help but notice you have an older model of Rotom Phone," he starts, causing you to jump slightly at how embarrassingly blunt his comment was for a second. He continues, saying "-it's no problem in day-to-day life, but, you might want a newer one while out exploring. It could very well save your life!"

You think about this, not quite sure what he means. He can see your confusion, so he explains.

"Ah, this model has the ability to do many things! It can even power other items in the Rotom line. And if you ever fall, it will sense your velocity and slow your descent, no matter where you are."

He looks away, sheepish.

"I-it also has the latest edition of the Pokédex app. Fun fact! I, uh, developed it myself, back before I was in education, hehe..."

He seemed so timid stating his accomplishment, but you're honestly more curious now.

"Okay, how do I upgrade my phone, and where should I get one?"

Jacq smiled, holding the empty shell out.

"Just let your rotom possess this! All your data should transfer over, but it'll take a little while for it to adjust to the new one, it'll have to sync up with all its capabilities..."

"Wha- aren't those expensive?"

His face stays the same for a moment before morphing into one of sheer panic.

"Oh! Don't worry about it, really! You're starting your journey from the very beginning, i-it'd be easier if I aided you along the way... I have a few spares, the lab can be a mess at times, and uh... y-y'know..."

He closes his eyes as he finishes, grinning nervously. It seems like he didn't even think about it, so you hesitantly nod, holding your phone up. Jacq does the same, holding up the new one with a smile.

Your Rotom emerged from your old phone, leaving it a husk before entering the new one. The screen lit up in an instant, successfully making the move.

"Oh! Now what?"

He hands it to you.

"You just wait for it to boot back up to your lock screen..."

It's actually fairly quick, and soon enough, you see a familiar sight: a weird doodle of Pawmi blepping.

Jacq raises an amused eyebrow at this. You nervously chuckle, but remain silent otherwise.

"Ah, there you go! Now, you may have to wait for certain apps to update, but they'll all be available soon... any questions?"

You shake your head no, but you do offer something.

"I-is it weird to... exchange numbers?"

He tenses up, but he shakes his head.

"Well, I suppose not. I mean..."

He looks away.

"...of course... we can, I mean."

You nod before allowing your phones to exchange contacts, sending each other your default greeting messages.

"Thanks, might need a bit of advice while out on the field," you say, pointing to and holding your phone up, shaking it a little. He nods, grunting a little.

After this, curiousity gets the better of you. You check to see if the Pokédex app had updated, and it did, so you check it out on the spot. Jacq, upon hearing the little jingle, grew panicked, holding his hands up.

"W-wait, right here??"

You look at him, confused as the app loaded up.

"Oh, I wanted to test it out... maybe I can register Pawmi?"

He doesn't respond verbally, but after a few seconds, he gives a single nod.

You look at Pawmi, who nods as well before jumping off your shoulder, politely sitting down on the ground in front of you two with a little smile. She seems to know what the Pokédex is already, as if she's seen other Pokémon be, or even been scanned by it herself. You huff in amusement.

"Huh, even wild Pokémon seem to know about this. Great job, Jacq!"

You playfully rub his side with your elbow, eliciting a little chuckle as he turns away, limply holding the side of his left hand up to his mouth while rubbing his head with the right, flustered.

You hold your phone up, scanning the mon, heart pounding as you register your first Pokémon in quite a while, as well as the first time registering a teammate, something you were quite content not having before, but now couldn't wait to get to know more-

"Pawmi, the Mouse Pokémon. It has underdeveloped electric sacs on its cheeks, as well as electricity-discharging organs on the pads of its paws. The sacs on its cheeks will only produce electricity when furiously rubbed using its paw pads, while its stance is unsteady when firing electricity from said forepaws."

Pawmi sits up with pride, while your eyes sparkle with a newfound ardor.

"Whoooooah, this is so coool! No wonder people are always running around filling these things up!"

Sure, you had used the old app to identify Pokémon before, but to learn about your new friend sparked something in you.

"It's so convenient, too! You kinda blessed the world here-"

You turn to him, but now his entire upper half is facing away from you, head rubs now furious in intensity. You immediately go silent upon this revelation. His voice cracks a little when he responds.

"O-oh ye-ah?"

He then clears his throat, fist flying up to cover it.

"Thank y-you."

He turns away entirely. You tilt your head, but Pawmi has a glint in her eyes, paws flying up to suppress a giggle. You idly wonder what she saw when he coughs.

"Well then, b-be sure to have fun out there! I have to go, class starts soon, but uh, you have my number! Goodbye."

He then power walks off, head down.

You stand there confused as to why he was so apprehensive about you using the app in front of him before shrugging. Developers know best after all. Maybe he was in the process of fixing something, the previous edition doesn't get updated much. Pawmi seems to be staring at you with a devious smile, as if she knows.

"Paws, you may need to be my eyes sometimes."

She closes her eyes and chirps, seemingly happy with that idea.

_\V/_

End of Part 1

A/N

POV, you watch me slowly give up and start making up my own Pokélore

Also the ending of part one makes it seem like he's super duper into you already, HE ISN'T! But it is a start. I have such a cute explanation for why he's so fond of you already though and I cannot WAIT to get to that part oh my god

Also, sobbing/j, just realized why the spacing is weird when I upload these while trying to find a place to post this part. I think it's because it counts a line break as a space even if it isn't visible in my notes app, so one space for me is two for you, crying and bawling/j

#gender neutral reader #jacq x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet #spoilers #learn to love

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Sooo I've decided to finally cross-post my Obey Me crack-fic from ao3, I hope you enjoy!✨️

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Cheek Clappin' Behavior

Ch.1

summary: Mc gets bamboozled by the game we all know and love 😭. They also happen to get yeeted right into it at full throttle, oops. How, you ask?? Who knows-

warnings: swearin/strong language, a quick innuendo, Mc just bein straight up wild tbh

misc: this fic doesn't accurately follow the story, literally just random shits 'n giggles for now lmao [pls it's so unserious ajfjshsjs] + the memes you see edited were done by me in my absolute mess of a gallery 💀

word count: almost 1k

It was just an ordinary day for Mc… Well, that is if you could call simping for fictional characters from a story-based gacha game ordinary. Okay, maybe they're a liiiiiiittle bonkers in the head, but we still love 'em 😋.

[Mc's POV]

'You've gotta be clappin' my cheeks unequivocally rn.'

"How tf am I gonna pull up AND get bumblefucked by this yee yee ass game 🤨🤨🤨??" Okay, so maaaaybe I got raw-dogged by a fictional world, but I can fix this for sure‼️

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Oh.

I didn't fix this. Far from it, in fact. Yet another 10 pull, wasted… 😟

Welp, whatever‼️‼️ Back to the story then hehEHEHEHE— HOLY FUCKIN' MOTHER OF GO— MAMMON YOU ABSOLUTE BABYGWORL TF YOU DOIN' LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?? 🤭🤭🤭

Even tho he plays hard to get, he ain't a match for MY sluttish behavior 🤪—

THIS? FUCKING?? $ Ł Ü ✝️? ? ? "The absolute fuckin' audacity I swear— AND this mf blushin' too? Consider tears runnin' down my leg fr fr for real fr‼️" YOU SEE THAT TUB OVER THERE MAMS?? YEAH HOP IN THAT BITCH CUZ I'M BOUTTA 😩😩—

Ahem.

Caught myself lackin' for a sec there sorry bout that y'all 💀—

I then end up playing this damn game for a psychologically questionable amount of time. Such a long time, in fact, my raggedy ass fell asleep with the game open. O p e n. I didn't even get to charge my shit— hot damn 😬.

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Next thing I know, I'm exposing my eye sockets to a ridiculous amount of light.

✨️OWIE✨️—

Oh.

'Now why in the ass-eatin' fuck does this place look familiar?? This ain't my house OR my room🗿. Tf is goin' on in here on this ass-chappin' day 🤨🤨??'

Like, the more I look around, the more shit's appearance becomes clear to me [no d U h Mc?? C'mon get it together 😭].

'Tho it does look a bit [a fuck ton tf you mean?? 💀] like my room in Obey Me…🤔'

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"Did my bitch-ass get isekai'd into the world of Big Boobie Bitches— I mean Obey Me??????⁉️🗣📢🔥"

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' …You've gotta be tuggin' my schlong rn this shit is a different breed. No, literally. Does that mean I'm a whole ass sheep now⁉️ This ain't gonna work. I swear on my left kneeca—'

All of a sudden, someone's headass bursts into the room. I was about to chew them tf out like a baddie, but then I SEE 🕕🫦🕕—

'CERTIFIED BABYGWORL??? AJDJSJEEJ OMGOMGOMG IT'S HIIIIIIIM IT'S MAAAAAMMMMS OH MY—🥺🎊✨️🫧💖‼️🥰💛'

"Yo, human! Ya were s'pposed to hang out with me today! What's goin' on?"

I—

'Ugh. What a cutie 🥰. Look at him, lookin' at me like that 'n shit 😭💖.'

I stare right back at the white-haired babygworl— I mean demon, trying a lil TOO hard to fight the inner voices that are telling me to jump him unprovoked.

"Well, tbh tbh honestly tbh, I haven't the slightest fuckin' clue Monie.. Buuuuuuut you can still take me out if you want tho 👀." I give him a lil look. Yano, a look. A little lookie look. A look that looks like a lil look because it looks—

"Whatever, let's just go. You've been makin' The Great Mammon wait long enough." He then drags me outta the room as if I'm his bitch.

'OW MY PUSS- now hold on for just a diddly ding dang darn second ☝️🤓— here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around 🤨🤔❓️ ❓️ ❓️'

Welp I'll just have to worry about it another time ig 🤷.

Anyways, now we were makin' our way [downtown] through the Big Ass House of Lamentation, BAHoL for short, trying to get to wherever tf Mammon has plans for. Well, that is until we run into a certain someone.

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'GAAASSSPP IT'S HIIIIIM‼️ LEVIATHAN THE SWEET BOOOOOOYYYYY OHFUCKOHFUUUCK 🥰💖🫧🧡✨️‼️'

"Yooo, Levi! Funny seein' ya outside ya room for once." Both Mammon and I then proceed to start gigglin' like two lil bitches lmao.

Until this mf turns around 🗿.

…My face just about shriveled up inside itself.

'DID BABYGWORL #3 GET EVEN QUIRKIER 😳😳😳⁉️'

"Levi.. you good?? You're looking a bit differently different there bud 😭😭."

'I swear to shit there are literal SPARKLES just shootin' me in the eyes rn.'

"Idk what you're talking abt lol." He blinks and just shrugs at me like absolutely NOTHING is wrong like wtf my g—

"Tbh tbh honestly tbh Levi you're looking MAD ✨️bbg✨️ rn and idk how to cope with that so I think it's best you induce an anime withdrawal for just a singular sliver of a second the sake of my sanity 🗣🗣."

It takes him a couple seconds for the matter inside his cranium to process whatever tf just came out my mouth.

"B-Bbg!? WOOOAAAHHHH❗️🗣🗣🗣📢💥.. I-I can't believe you're calling a no-good otaku shut-in like me that!" He takes a moment to cover his now blushing face sextillion times more than his hair already does with his hand.

'Omg what a lil cutie I swear— got me swooning 'n shit <3.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! We've gotta get goin' now. See ya later, Levi!" Mammon cuts off the ENTIRE interaction quicker than it even started before dragging me away like a fucking rag doll.

'L?? M?? A?? O?? Tf is all this motion for 🫨🥴?'

What the plans are?? I still haven't the slightest of darn clues, buT I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT 🗣.

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I kid you tf not we literally only managed to reach the main entrance before getting jumpscared by none other than Lucifer himself—

'EYE- SWEET MOTHER OF DIAVOLO'S (. )( .)‼️—'

[✨️To Be Continued✨️]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me memes #obey me crack #obey me shitpost #obey me fanfiction #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #i also did this on mobile so if it looks vile on pc i am SO sorry 😭 #lemme know if i need to add any additional warnings and/or tags‼️

[kxllingangels]

Babydoll- H.S.

A/N- Hi! Here's part 2. Full disclosure, I didn't intend to write multiple parts to this story but then I got too invested to stop, lmao. So I wrote two more "chapters" as well as made a little fanfic cover.

2

My heart was hammering in my chest as I stared blankly at the box. Reading and re-reading the messy cursive on its smooth face. I knew that writing like the back of my hand. It was on countless greeting cards in the back of my closet. It was on the apartment lease. It was on the note on my nightstand, reminding me how pathetic I was.

Harry. 

"Rory," Maren's voice snapped me back to reality. I glanced up at the girl, noticing that she was a few steps away from me now. Her brows were furrowed in concern, her eyes moving from the box to me and then back again. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I wanted to tell her that I wished it was that. Seeing an actual ghost would've terrified me way fucking less than holding a fragmented piece of my past. But I couldn't. 

I swallowed hard, nodding my head and uttering out, "I'm fine." 

I knew my unsteady voice was a dead giveaway that I was in fact, not fine, but I couldn't bring myself to add something more convincing. My eyes just kept scanning the handwritten note.

'You're still my muse.'

Maren peered over my shoulder now, looking down at the looping handwriting. "You're someone's muse and you're reacting like that?" She asked incredulously. "It's like something out of a romance movie, you should be thrilled!" 

"It's not exactly a romance movie moment for me, Mare." I muttered. 

Maren, always unfazed by other people, didn't understand. "Well, I think it's romantic. Now go on, open it! The suspense is killing me."

In my seven months of working at Vixens, I'd never told Maren, or anyone for that matter, about Harry. I had always meant to, but when he left it sent my world to flames and I spent months trying to put it out. It wasn't a subject I enjoyed bringing up, so I didn't. Not even to Mare, who knew seemingly everything else about me by now. 

Part of me wanted to throw the box away without even opening it. Who the fuck did Harry think he was anyway? He wasn't allowed to just abandon me after three years and then drop back in whenever he wanted with some stupid present as if that would make up for the damage caused. 

A bigger, and possibly more pitiful part of me, wanted to rip the box open and examine every detail of the contents inside. Like if I stared hard enough, I could find a reason, a good reason for him to have left. One that dried up all my wandering thoughts and unanswered questions. Or maybe, I'd find that he had returned. I wasn't sure which would be worse.

I didn't have time to ponder which route to take for longer than a second before Maren was ripping the box from my hands. 

"Hey!" I said loudly, turning to yank it from her but stopping as she let out a loud gasp. "What?" I asked, watching her pull a small canvas from the box. I moved closer, my chest tightening.

 Maybe this would give me the answers I needed. 

"Ror, this is amazing," Maren said breathlessly, ignoring the calls for assistance at the bar. In her hands, there was a painting of me sat on the windowsill of my - our, apartment, a chipped blue coffee mug in hand and my eyes closed and face turned so you could only see half of it. There were newspapers scattered around the floor of the painting, and I was only wearing one sock paired with my ratty Snoopy shorts. 

My eyes floated around the canvas, drinking in every detail of it. I remembered that day. I was interning at First Draft, the local journalism company downtown. I'd been so excited for my first week that I came home daily with bundles of newspapers, spreading them out around the apartment like some sort of maze.

"My little journalist is still hard at work." Harry had joked on my first Sunday off, watching me surrounded by papers and cartoon dog pajamas. 

"Babydoll."

The word alone made me tense. 

"What?" I asked Maren, feeling my cheeks beginning to rapidly heat up. I pushed closer to her, trying to see what she was seeing.

Her red nail polished finger pointed to the bottom of the canvas, reading out loud. "See? here he wrote 'Babydoll in the morning.'" She read out loud in a terrible attempt at a man's voice. Her brown eyes shifted up to me. "Babydoll?"  She questioned, the corners of her full lips tilting up in amusement. "Who the hell is this guy and why does he call you that?"

My face was still hot. "Shut up." I grumbled, snatching the canvas from her and craning my neck to really look at the painting. "It's nothing. He's…Nothing." Maren opened her mouth to press for details, but the sound of an angry fist slamming on the bar with the demand of a pint of beer deterred her attention from me. 

"Al-right, I'm coming! Hold your horses." The girl complained, stalking over to the counter and leaving me to stare at the canvas. 

No matter how much I looked at the painting, I couldn't find anything of substance. No answers or clues. Just me, looking exhausted in our living room. 

The remainder of my shift was a blur. I spent most of it dodging Mare's questions and curious eyes and serving bourbon to overly intoxicated customers. I tried to shove the painting, and its artist from my mind, but he seemed to be renting all the space in there and leaving me no room to think of anything else. But, at least I had bagged a fifty as a tip from a table of especially rowdy men. As I made my way up the to the third floor of my apartment building, I was partially thankful and partially disappointed to see that there was no one waiting on my doorstep. 

Great. So he'd come into my life just to cause chaos and then go radio silent again. Typical Harry.

I fumbled with my house key, eventually jamming it into the lock and letting myself in. 

I half expected there to be the sound of crappy indie music and the smell of his spicy drug store cologne waiting for me inside. I was angry at myself when I was disappointed by the sight of the darkened apartment in the same state I had left it in this morning. 

Don't be stupid, Aurora. He said it himself, he could never be satisfied. 

Not by this city or this apartment, or even me. The thought of him loving me, but not enough to stay, was enough to send me spiraling. 

I didn't want to spiral. Not today.

I shut the door behind me, briskly walking inside. God, I really needed to call my therapist and set up another appointment after tonight's shit show.

Harry sure did know how to create chaos inside me. Especially for someone who wasn't even around anymore.

 I turned my focus to the sink on my left. It was piling up with dirty dishes I hadn't had the energy to wash over the past week. I needed a distraction from the brunette boy. He was a master at starting a war in my head. I stalked over to the sink, turning the water on hot and grabbing a sponge. As I scrubbed, I started to feel better. Taking my frustration out on the dishes was serving as a good substitute to crying or drinking or shaving my head. So much so that I almost didn't notice the drawing of a bluebird taped to the window in the living room. 

Almost, that is.

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