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lowpolyanimals · 7 months
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Espeon from Pokémon Rumble Rush
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zekkopunks · 1 day
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thinking about how my fav spinoff pokemon series had the worst selling pokemon game of all time, had a “free” 3ds game with micro transactions, had a mobile game that shut down less than a year later, and then proceeded to fall off the face of the earth after that
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n0rtist · 1 year
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Pokemon Rumble Rush Clodsire
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notajerusalemcricket · 8 months
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pokemon rumble rush espeon
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konmari-dogs · 2 months
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Palworld is a goddamn delight why didn't anybody tell me it's harvest moon x ark, that's so much more interesting than pokemon with guns
First pet was a chicken and I can pat it!
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breathtaking views
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building a little cottage for me an my pals
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amazing world and suspiciously interesting tree
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gotta feed everyone! night time is for cooking.
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watch out losers now i'm MOBILE I love this guy
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trying to get the lay of the land but look at my little cottage and my little buds looking after everything awww so many places to explore
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one day I will earn this majestic beast
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until then we are practicing our team attacks on weaker critters I love the actual teamwork
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so many abandoned locations to check out - what happened on this island? Why so many ruins? I find diary entries and sometimes another scattered survivor.
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got a dog from an egg
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so scenic tho like man loving the island design and the bioms very ark but more my aesthetic preference like harvest moon and the long dark.
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some other things I've delighted in:
I love that I was making clothes for myself and one of my sheep ran over to push me out of the way to do it.
I had made a garden bed but hadn’t worked out seeds and I turned around and a little dude was planting seeds and watering it.
My chickens are laying eggs and then everyone rushes to Be The One to carry the egg to storage.
I can swim! They can swim! Not very well but they can.
I can also climb none of my chars mobility options are stuck behind stupid skill gates.
They need little beds to live in and you gotta feed them and pat them and build them a little spa but none of them have used it yet.
I was cooking some food for everyone and the little fox came over to take over like ok i won't cook for you??
I was fighting something way above my skill level and my pal shoved it off a cliff and it took so much damage I was able to climb down and capture it.
I thought it would be annoying having all the different types at my base but they're all so endearing and helpful.
I fucking hate gathering and crafting but the pals take all the tedium away and I actually care about what my base looks like.
That elephant is so majestic and big and the ground rumbles when it’s near I love it the size the majesty.
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r0-boat · 1 year
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Tarzan!Ingo: His Sneasler sibling wingmanning for him
(It doesn't go well)
Sfw cut for length
Ingo x Gn!reader
*inserts Hidden World reference here*
You let out an exhausted sigh, your clothes folded neatly on a nearby rock as you soak into a natural Hot Spring. Your Expedition to find Sneaslers in the wild to document their social habits hasn't been fruitful for you.
You couldn't return to the Village empty-handed; the professor had high hopes for you. Not only that, gaining the trust of Commander Komado was vital for you to remain in the village and for you to survive basically.
However, your Expedition to the mountains of Coronet Heights wasn't in vain.
Making contact with a man who seemingly has been raised by wild Pokemon. Ingo was a fascinating study, more evidence that Pokemon perhaps can live in harmony with humans. But you can't stray away from your primary mission.
You hope to pray to hypothetical Almighty Sinnoh he could take you to the Sneaslers colony-.
You freeze, hearing the sound of rocks scattering about coming from the dense rock formations covering your bare body.
The fog and the snowfall made it hard to see but you wouldn't dare leave the pool of warmth while you're equipment, Pokeballs sat on the other side of the pool.
You peer into the dense fog, trying desperately to see what could have made that noise behind those large rocks, all the while taking steps backward to reach for your partners ready for a potential battle, as a figure begins to show itself on top of the giant rock formation.
You sighed relief as the figure became clearer to you, his silver eyes deep and mysterious, silver wild and oddly Majestic Hair was unmistakable.
"oh thank Almighty it's just you..." you Mumble to yourself, fingers pinching your temples.
Ingo seemed different than usual you couldn't put your finger on it. His chest puffed out in pride with that permanent frown on his face before taking one step, not looking at where he was stepping, slipping on the rock, and letting out a hiss as he fell to the ground.
'Ok...' you watch in utter confusion with a concerned look on your face, you've studied his behavior before and this was completely new to you. Completely dropping your guard from before.
Heat rushes to The Wild man's face with embarrassment as he shakes off the gravel and dust before getting back up on his hind legs, his stance stiff and inhuman.
His eyes glance behind you the Tall cat like figure cheering him on quietly,
The cat Pokemon purred as he watched you and ingo in a distance, far enough for the fog the completely skewer him from your view. However, with his sharp eyes, he could easily see his brother trying his hardest to flirt with the human he thought was pretty.
You saw Ingo's eyes light up at his sibling waving his claws from the other side of you. Only for you to see nothing when you turn around the Sneasler hiding behind the rock as you turn your head.
You turn back around Ingo's attention catching to your legs before looking at his own. He loosens his more Sneasler stance for a moment, with much exaggeration putting one leg in front of the other.
Is he trying to mimic your walk?
How cute.
you chuckle putting your hand do your mouth. Ingo noticing your positive reaction gives a shy smile back, his lips representing a skitty; he could feel his heart fluttering in his chest. A rumbling came from his throat, purring in delight.
He continues his actions reacting little to his pelts getting soaked in the spring water. He could only get within a few feet of you before you back up, reminding yourself that Ingo maybe raised by wild Pokemon, but he is still a grown man, and you are naked as the day you were born in a hot spring alone with him; he gets closer his brother peering from behind a rock hyping as Ingo draws closer only to quietly hiss as he watches you push him away.
"ok, ok, ok, back up, mister," you affirm, pressing a hand on his chest and stepping back; his chest was firm, built with pure muscle, probably is from spending his entire life climbing mountains and surviving on what he could find or hunting.
It was survival of the fittest in Coronet Heights and he thrived;
Ingo immediately stops, his smile fading, ' what's wrong? Did he do something wrong? Did he get the human mating dance wrong?!
With his pleading eyes he looks at his brother to help.
The Sneasler doesn't give up, putting its claws under his chin, thinking of a way to help his brother snag a mate before his eyes widen, a genius idea popping in his snickering feline head. His shoulders imitate a prowling motion. He flexes his clawed hands, ensuring his adoptive brother knows that showing your strong, sharp claws is important in getting a mate...
Sadly that only works for Sneaslers, not humans.
Your attention was solely on Ingo watching him flex his fingers.
You step back again giving yourself more distance from him.
Your face goes back to immediate bewilderment when you see him hunch his shoulders, his arms out, giving you a nice full view of his muscular arms. You can only barely see his ripped abs covered in scars, telling tales of Pokemon he has fought in the past. His hands are hooking to resemble claws as he practically prowls toward your you hear a growl ripple from his throat as he gets closer. His stone, emotionless face twisted into an aggressive one.
His legs seemingly ready to pounce on you. Reminding you that Ingo could, in fact, overpower you if he really wanted. And you would be powerless to stop him. He gets closer, his arm out to touch you. To grab you?!
His brother watching from a distance, all too pleased with his idea, gives Ingo a thumbs up, encouraging his brother to turn up the heat.
Before you can do anything, your hand connects to his face forcefully, pushing him with all your might and making him stumble over into the hot water.
" I don't know what's gotten into you today and go, but I think it's time for me to leave."
You had an irritated look on your face; Ingo looked in horror, watching you go to gather your things, his brother immediately hiding from your sight as you fully turned around.
The wild man tries to run after you only to lose his footing slipping into the water and falling face first.
You look back for a second, rolling your eyes at him.
What a wonderful reminder that this man is supposed to lead you to the Sneaslers.
Putting on your clothes, and before leaving the fog, completely hiding your figure in view.
Ingo growls in frustration before softening into sadness. Glancing at his reflection, he balls his hand in the first, hitting the water as his brother comes out from his hiding spot to comfort his brother
Ingo has yet to give up him, and his sibling will regroup to draw up a new plan.
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hisuianhellion · 8 days
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The Truth of the Matter
There it was, right in front of Rose. Dragonspiral Tower. It stood high, higher than any manmade structure she had seen in the world of Pokemon. A veritable skyscraper of stone, marble and raw power, the hair along the back of her neck rose like hackles as the woman stared upwards. What would she find? How would Reshiram be able to come free from his imprisoned state? Would it happen naturally or... would there need to be a catalyst?
Would she even make it?... hah, probably. This was nothing! Nothing she couldn't handle in the least, a grin beginning to crack along her lips as she nodded, stepping forward.
She began her climb.
Rose sat down, the first large flight of stairs having led her to the fallen pillars of a once majestic square within the tower. Dragonspiral was in disarray in ways that matched some of the more distraught ruins she had seen in the Coronet Highlands. Speaking with Mutt and traveling there herself had given her a healthy dosage of the history that Volo sought to uncover. Stories of the Celestica people who once roamed the Hisuian hinterlands, far beyond Sinjoh. Upon one she sat, Lucien giving a gruff rumble as he looked about quietly with her.
History was within these walls. So much could've been done, could've been said from between these pillars and along these tiled floors. The rush of water just below them all gave her the notion that despite being multiple stories up, she was still rather early on in the climb. How long had it been since this world had seen this place in all of its splendor? How many Pokemon found their way here to seek some form of peace of their own? How many humans, for that matter? Hmm. It wasn't good to dwell. Her knee would get stiff, it was time to get going.
She climbed higher.
Barry peaked over the edge of the heightened landing they were upon. The water below trickled about, but where they were was high above that, the sound barely reaching their ears by this point. Spiral staircases circling about the central column of the tower, and they were a couple hundred feet above the bottom. This high up, the wind whipped through the holes in the stonework a bit more pointedly... and with winter not yet releasing its hold, it was still rather chilly. Rose lightly pet along the Sylveon's head before rubbing along her arms to make sure the jacket of her uniform stayed on firmly.
A gentle peer upwards as her legs took her towards the next floor, stairs coiling about, she was beginning to take note of the narrowing walkways. The crumbling wasn't just along the walls in a place like this, and if the pillars being on the ground was any indication, weathering could've taken many of the floor's foundations with it. Her hand came up to return both of the Pokemon walking about with her, and she picked the pace back up. Despite the pain flaring in her knee, there was progress to make. And she wasn't risking her family in the process of this.
Higher, climb higher, Rose. But pace yourself. There is... a feeling building within me... And I worry you aren't taking things slow enough.
The central pillar stood before her, holding up the peak of the tower. Her eyes peered upwards, and with a gentle tap of Abraham's wing as she brought him out as carefully as possible, she rubbed along it softly to check its state. A wince from the Braviary as he extended it made her shake her head. No. She wouldn't put him through any extra pain to make things easier for herself for a small moment. He was a new addition to her family, but that didn't mean he got less consideration. Back into his Pokeball for safety, she would be able to do this even with her knee screaming at her.
This room... scared her. A look down, and the half of a thousand feet above the ground was apparent. She grimaced, eyeing the rather precariously placed "path" upon her. The stonework was almost set up to be a test, rings of stone connected by blocks that she hoped held the weight of a normal human. But the cold wind billowed. The air had grown just a bit thinner, enough that her breathing was more ragged. Puffs of steam escaped her mouth as she glanced up, and she carefully dug her cane into the ground to keep herself steady as she hopped from ring to ring, back and forth. And as she came across the next set of stairs, her knee was howling. Pulsing with pain. Injuries did not simply leave one be, and her own one was dangerously close to preventing her from continuing. She took a step forward.
Rose. Rose, I can feel myself... brimming. The sensation grows. But you... you must be careful! Stop and rest if it is needed--!
Her knee buckled.
Right at the apex of the climb, it gave out. Her eyes went wide, and the blur of air as she shifted to the left made a curt curse fall into the open air. Along the edge of the stairs themselves. A fall that would ruin everything was coming. Her teeth grit. Her eyes closed. Her hands reached out to grab something. Anything. Anything at all!
A horn caught her side. A Samurott, her very own Nanami. Right there. Right behind her. Ready to make sure nothing happened to his family, just as she did for him.
But another had reached out. A hand, grasping onto her own outstretched cane. A strong grip. A firm tug. And with Nanami's help, the young man's voice grunted out as he got her up and onto the floor she was trying to reach this entire time. She fell onto the ground with Nanami nosing at her worriedly, a wheeze and a cough wracking her entire body as she panted for a few seconds.
She couldn't see straight. Doubt mixed with the adrenaline that the fear had caused, and her body quaked with tremors. She almost made it! She almost goddamn made it on her own! But... she almost just had much worse crop up for her. Had she not let her Pokemon be their own thinkers... and had this stranger not been here...
Her eyes finally turned up. And in the light of the sun, a young man stood. A black and white cap upon his head. Green locks settling down along his shoulders. A rather amused smile as he panted gently in response, leaning up with gray eyes glancing down kindly upon her. Faintly, he adjusted his white jacket and brushed the hair off of his shoulders, sighing. "That was, ah... quite the show. Second one I got to see from you."
Rose furrowed her brow, still panting gently. Before being dragged a bit more firmly onto the more flattened area of the pillar-laden peak she had climbed up to reach. Lucien had burst out around the same time, and only now did Rose look to her side to notice Barry was holding onto her arm, ribbons curled all the way up her forearm with the Sylveon vibrating from the stress. He was smiling outwardly. He was not smiling internally, and neither was Lucien, staring firmly at Rose with a look that bordered on judgmental for her trying to attempt to do this all on her own. As she began to shrink back a bit from the scrutiny her team were giving her, the young man laughed a bit. "Hey now, don't give her too much of an issue... you all know she was risking it for your sakes. Wasn't she?"
Back up went her eyes, and she nodded slowly. "... She was. You..." Her eyes took in what she was finally looking at. "You're N." His own eyes gave a blink at that, but he didn't lose the smile, letting it settle into a kinder state than before as he pulled one foot up onto its toes, pocketing his hands into his pants.
"Well, I was told to expect recognition, but that still catches me a little off-guard. Rose, right? You're supposed to be from some far-flung time and you know of me?"
"Considering you seem to know who I am, I'd be less surpriiiiiisssssaaaah..." Well. There went the adrenaline spike. Her knee. Her goddamn KNEE. Her lips pursed, and Barry tensed up even further, though Nanami was already digging into her bag. A little bit of a tug outwards, and a potion was now in his jaws, being held up to N. Please. Graciously, he accepted it and knelt on down to look her knee over.
"... Aggravated that pretty good, huh? I remember when I took this climb. I had every conviction in the world at my back, and even I found myself awestruck by it. Pokemon should never be made to suffer." A spritz, and Rose inhaled deeply before exhaling. the pain always flared a bit as a potion was applied... "But neither should humans. Or those inbetween."
Rose kept her breathing steady with a few moments of patience before she let her knee stretch out. Then back up. Let the potion work. About thirty seconds of gentle, back-and-forth motions, and the pain was finally beginning to truly subside. It was a dull roar by now.
"Rose, you really ought to be more careful."
That voice. Her ears perked up, and she looked back to the edge of the room. And quietly... he landed. Despite his size, despite his power... there was a grace to his movements that only sent up a few bits of dust and rubble, his claws settling upon the stonework of the peak with a click that even she'd struggle to make as gentle.
Reshiram. Standing proud, his wings gradually fluttering before he settled them down along his front, glancing down at Rose with those same blue eyes. The same ones that held a fire that matched her own convictions. But so much... kinder. So much softer than she knew of the one from her dreams. His gaze wasn't nearly as sharp, not nearly as directly challenging...
This wasn't the Reshiram she knew. And N approaching the massive dragon told her as such, the white, feathered beast leaning his head down to settle beside N's. And... nuzzle at him. Their smiles were practical mirrors of one another's, and as Rose's own family circled her... she had to realize that the Reshiram here was N's own family. The Dragon of Truth, having found someone he could call family... it was honestly...
I... is that... myself?
Rose's ear flicked. N glanced at Rose, as did his Reshiram. All three of them heard him speak. And as she pulled out the Light Stone, the freed Dragon's eyes flickered softly. "... and there I am... I had been waiting for this moment." He grinned softly, a bit more confidently, and that glint in his eyes began to look closer to the Reshiram she knew.
He leaned back. And with a curt roar into the air... the orb began to float upwards. A pulse of fire escaped from the Dragon, and while Rose flinched, N opened his arms to let it hit. And a warmth engulfed them both, far more gentle than she would've ever expected. It curled about, pulsing outwards once more. The pain in her knee began to fade faster than ever, and within a few moments, she began to stand upwards to watch the powerful roar come outwards once more. It should've been ear-piercing. It should've shook the tower.
But no. The serenity of the air was not being disturbed. His motions were so very careful. His power was perfectly controlled. And the Light Stone had been taking in the power pushed onto it inwards. It pulsed. It thrummed. And almost like a Pokeball was being opened...
A far more desperate roar outwards was heard. It shook the foundations with its depth. N kept his arms outstretched as Rose stood her ground, looking up. That was him. That was the Reshiram she knew! That was the power she expected from a deific being of righteous fire! And the pulse he gave out coincided with his wings outstretching. The fire blasted out, and the force of it shot upwards. A crackle of fire to burst the sky clear of any cloud. To extend the truth of the world to any corner it could reach, to speak the words of his Chosen to anyone that needed it! And with a prompt crash downwards, he breathed out, rumbling the tower's form with his landing.
He inhaled. Rose inhaled. She was almost compelled to do so.
His tail flared with power. Rose's eyes pulsed a brighter, cooler blue for a moment.
And with a slow, shared exhale... both turned to look at one another. They locked eyes. Rose lifted a hand. She pointed at Reshiram. And she finally spoke, face to face with him.
"GET DOWN HERE SO I CAN SMACK YOU FOR BURNING ME WHEN WE MET!"
It would've been silent. A pindrop would've been audible after her absurd, pointed accusation and decree.
Had N's Dragon of Truth not began to very coyly try hiding his snickering. Rose's? He was busy staring at her with his gaze a bit lidded and a... not insignificant hesitancy to concede to her demand. He glanced at the other of his kind. And inbetween chuckles, which even N was a bit taken aback by, they motioned gracefully towards Rose, nodding.
... Surely this is not... mmgh. Fine.
He looked down at Rose for a few seconds. He knew it'd hurt. He knew her strength. He knew her convictions. But... he would abide. His Chosen was, in some fashion, correct for wanting justice... his head leaned down. She kept staring. His head got lower. She motioned firmly. He was finally right in front of her.
She wound her hand back... and as he watched her sternly, awaiting her wrath...
Plaff. A light plap of her palm right to his cheek. Followed by another to the other side. And she tugged him down with remarkable strength to hug onto him. "... it's very necessary, you big, harsh, selfless and caring jackass..."
N finally took a moment to compose himself as he saw this. And with Rose's other Pokemon all crowding around her Reshiram's newly freed form, he began looking amongst them with a steadily draining sharpness to his own gaze. It was still harsher than N's own Dragon of Truth... but... it was a start.
She had climbed enough. Now she had time to relish her achievement at the top with those she had brought with her. N and her? They had plenty to talk about besides...
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roxannarambles · 7 months
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teal mask fixit-fic on the fly part 1
(Current story so far: Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4)
"I knew I shouldn't have come on this trip," Penny mumbled in misery as the bus rumbled along the old, very rutted dirt road, fields of rice patties rushing by the windows, which seemed to stretch on as far as the eye could see.
"We're almost there. It's gonna be so worth it, Penny! Just think of all the cool new pokemon we'll get to see!" Nemona tried to reassure her, but she was patting her on the shoulder a little too enthusiastically. Penny screwed her eyes shut and grumbled,
"Uuck."
Arven had been digging around in his bag, and pulled something from it. A really weird looking brown and lumpy root, it seemed.
"Normally I'd turn this into a tea for nausea, but I don't exactly have the equipment at the moment. Here, though! Try chewing on this for a bit."
He shoved the root in Penny's face and she recoiled.
"What? No! What even is that?"
"It's ginger! It's proven to help with motion sickenss."
"Eugh, no thanks."
"Penny, it'll help, I swear."
"I think I'd rather barf."
"Penny, c'mon, it's not that bad, it tastes good!"
You sighed, laughing a little to yourself as they squabbled. It had been a long trip.
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leggerefiore · 1 year
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Need more body swap goofyness. What about Ingo and Lady? Can imagine that despite Ladys sass that she'd be the opposite of Chandelure and try and make Reader and Ingo take the next step, either marriage or mates depending on how well you think she understands human relationships.
The Warden running up eagerly to you and dropping medicinal leeks into your hands was certainly unexpected. Had you seemed ill? There had been a bit of tiredness that lingered with you, but you did not think it was that bad. When he moved to look him in the eyes, you felt stunned by his expression. His eyes were lidded, and his lips were nearly tugged up into a smug smirk. You tilted your head.
“Ingo…?” you asked, wondering what was on his mind. He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and stared back into your eyes. Before slowly blinking a few times. You pushed him away lightly and put your hands onto his shoulders. His expression remained the same, but he mimicked your head tilting.
“I love you,” he said simply, and tried to pull you in closer again. A strange rumbling noise came from his throat. His cheek rubbed against yours. More confusion racked your brain. Was he feeling alright? Before you could dare to ask the question, a sudden yowl rang out and Lady Sneasler came running from a higher up cliff. Her fur was all puffed up as she rushed to you.
The Noble's posture grew rigid and straight, and her face was stuck in a frown. You gazed between Ingo and her. It was almost funny how much their expressions resembled their normal ones. Lady Sneasler glared at her Warden deeply. You snickered. What was this? “... Ingo, what did you do to her?” you asked the man playfully. Sneasler's mouth opened, and meows and cries poured from her. You laughed. Ingo must have really upset her somehow.
“She's… feeling distressed,” Ingo explained with a tone that was not common from him, “Don't worry about it. How about we become married?” His phrasing of that sentence caught your attention more than his suggestion. The sudden cries from Sneasler turned into her pulling on your arm as she desperately tried to separate you from Ingo. You backed away to give them a one over once more. Snealser remained firmly close to you, while Ingo just gazed at you with the out of character facial expression.
“... Ingo,” you turned to the Noble pokemon, “Can you purr if that's you?” The poison type look mortified before hesitantly doing it. The light vibrations coming from the Sneasler's throat made you giggle. 'Ingo' put his hands on his hips and shook his head.
“He's too afraid to ask you to marry him,” it was explained, “So! I'm being a good friend and doing it for him. I'd love to see his kits, too.” You felt your cheeks burn by the pokemon's explanation. Even Ingo managed to make the normally playful expression on the cat's face twist into terror. A nervous laugh came from you as you sighed.
“Well… I promise you I'll discuss that with him when he's back in his body,” you told her, “Do you have any clue as to how to fix this?” She shook her head.
Well, you thought, at least Laventon might a field day with this.
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catboymitosis · 3 months
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for the daanlevi requests, could I request something post termina, in which Daan wins and somehow, a fully formed and “normal” doppelganger Levi finds him? Daan would know that it’s not truly Levi, but at that point he doesn’t care anymore. I don’t have any specifics for this outside of “go nuts do whatever you want op”. It’s cool if you’re not up for doing this though!
This was a super interesting concept I honestly struggled to stay within my word count restriction! The way I see the doppelgangers is as the most “ideal” version of them to the people in their lives outside of termina, for Levi  the people his doppelganger is the ideal version for is the eastern union military. I tried to keep on that theme while making a Levi doppelganger that’s more fully formed than just “fucked up pokemon”
In his daze Daan couldn’t tell whether he’d been woken up or snapped back to reality, the time between sitting on the train was blank, devoid of any real thought or rest. He might as well have been dead in those moments, this might well be what coming back to life felt like. 
Forced into a body so wrong it refuses to move as you ask it because it deems you not deserving of control over it. A body so weak it would rather dive head first to the floor and crack itself open than lift itself up with you in it. 
A body so hostile it aches and pains you every second you inhabit it, waiting for the day you finally admit to yourself you aren’t cut out for it.
The new voices added to the stir behind him talked of the train stopping, the absence of the distant shake and rumble of his surroundings supported this. They talked of a boy with a loaded gun in hushed tones, of the law enforcement coming to take him away.
His heavy eyelid finally gave way, he looked around for this silent gun wielding assailant. Through blurry vision he could make out a green blur holding a rifle across from him, a strangely familiar green blur with black hair.
He rubbed his eye.
This couldn’t be Levi. He had his gun, his uniform, he even had his face but this could not be Levi.
Levi was dead, he’d felt him go cold.
For a moment he let himself doubt any of it had been real, that everything in Prehevil had been nothing but a bad dream.
Recklessly he approached the Levi lookalike, much too frantic to de-escalate the situation if he were right. The boy stared forward unblinkingly, paying no mind to his approach.
“Do-” the young soldier turned to face Daan as he was addressed. Confronted with a dead man's eyes meeting his own, a blank expressionless living dead face, he faltered for a moment.
Clearing his throat he began again. “Your name. What’s your name?”
“Levi, sir” he replied clearly.
 “And do you know me Levi? What’s my name?” he asked in the practiced tone reserved for patients in critical condition.
“Yes sir, you’re Daan, sir” he replied plainly, not an ounce of confusion in his voice.
“You need to get out of here, come with me quick” he didn’t have the time to process any of this, he wouldn’t get to figure out how any of this was possible if Levi was taken into police custody. Levi stood to attention at his words “Leave that behind, we need to go.”
With no objection he dropped his rifle and followed behind Daan, some of the crowd gave them a wide berth, he grabbed Levi by the wrist and squeezed them through the ones that didn’t. This city was not one he knew, he led them through it on his best guess of where might be away from prying eyes.
Pulling Levi into a quiet alley away from the bustle, the rush of finding him alive despite everything faded, the wrongness of this entire situation settled in its place. Levi wasn’t acting like himself, he didn’t even sound like Levi used to sound running behind him.
“Your shoes…” he trailed off gazing down, in the place of old tattered up white sneakers where the same sturdy boots he recognized on the men and boys he’d treated as a medic.
“Standard military issue, sir” 
Daan grabbed Levi by the arm and turned it over, he was covered in old combat scars but not a single mark of a needle in the bend of his elbow.
“You’re not-” he stopped himself from finishing the thought out loud, a palpable tenseness formed between them the moment he started to speak it. This was the first he’d ever truly been scared of Levi, instinct screaming at him to play along rather than call it out. “hurt. You’re not hurt.”
“No sir, I’m battle ready, sir” the tension relented.
“There’s no need to call me sir. Listen you can’t just open carry a weapon in a place like this, it’s not the same as Prehevil, or the front even. The war is over” the nightmares were over. He tried to convince himself of this just as much.
“Yes Daan, I’m sorry, Daan”
“Just. Where were you even going?” he sighed.
“To my last assigned outpost” 
“... What? Why?”
“I left my post there without permission, I need to return.”
“No you’ll- Levi they’ll kill you for that you can’t go there!” 
None of this made sense, this wasn’t Levi it was something pretending to be Levi. But to what ends? To be publicly executed? To be made an example of for any would be deserters?
“They’re expecting me there, I don’t have anywhere else to go, Daan”
The words cut him right to his core, they might as well have been said in his own voice, wearing his own face. Did the ghosts in Rondon expect him, did they wait for him to join them or could he just not imagine a place he belonged to more than a joint grave?
“This isn’t real” his insides trembled as all the emotions he’d pushed down to survive boiled over and threatened to spill. “Tell me this is real Levi, make me believe this is real”
Levi pinched the back of his hand, hard. It hurt, the pain seared, he let it linger. Let out shaky breath after shaky breath till they became steady. 
He pried Levi’s fingers from him and held them, caressed his cheek with the other. It didn’t flinch nor lean into his touch. Levi was dead, Daan hadn’t saved him. The thing before him was warm, alive. He didn’t care why it was Levi anymore, he could still save it. 
“You have a place. With me, you can come with me.”
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Presented for approval of the Midnight Trainer's Association, I give you...
The Tale of the Sword of Ruin
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I was a child, then— maybe eight or nine, I can't exactly remember. I just know that this happened before my enrollment at Naranja Academy. Narciso, my then-Sprigatito, had picked me as his trainer not long before this happened, but we were already attached at the hip. He was even more of a little shit back then, at least compared to how he is today.
We had been traveling across Paldea, you know, to get a lay of the land. Some places are easier to traverse than others on foot, but I was certain it was like that for many regions across the globe. The West Province of Paldea, however, is something else entirely. Lots of steep hills and cliffs, and apparently there had been reports of a massive Bombirdier chucking boulders down the main mountain of the province for a quick giggle at times. Great way for a kid to start to learn what Paldea is like, I know.
But that's not what this story is about.
I had set up camp for Narciso and I up off the side of the mountain, away from where the boulders were supposed to fall from. It was a nice enough night when he and I fell asleep; warm, the sound of Nymbles playing their legs and wings filling the starry sky overhead, the moon shining bright on the land, a fire to keep any Ghost-types at bay. After cooking up some soup, we headed to bed, almost promptly passing out in the tent.
I would awaken later that night to almost pitch blackness, Narciso growling at the flap of the tent with his fur standing on end. This wasn't like him at all— he was brave, the cheeky kind of brave at that— so to see him so terrified was cause for concern. Grabbing one of my cast-iron skillets, and to Narciso's displeasure, I left the tent to investigate.
What I saw next defied any explanation.
It was a long, lanky thing, any dim light seeming to reflect brilliantly off of its white fur, intertangled with chunks of ice. Its large paws were soundless as it skulked around the campsite, its tail— as long as its body— seeming to swish with aggitation… or perhaps anticipation. The face, on top of a long, slender neck was a mockery of other feline Pokemon, shaped like not much more than a triangle with rounded edges with similar shapes serving as a pair of ears and ice crystals serving as whiskers, an intricate sword, snapped in two, serving as a pair of vicious-looking canine teeth.
But what haunts me to this day is the creature's eyes. Those icy-blue eyes, like chalcedony, filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated malice.
I felt frozen in place, both from this beast's vicious gaze and the bitter chill in the air, as it paced over towards me, eyeing me up. For what purpose, I don't know, even to this day. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, my stomach sinking as it approached, leaning forward once it was close enough with a cocked head. It sniffed at me— once, twice, and the third time, it approached another step, its ice-nose almost touching mine.
I wanted, needed, had to scream.
But I could barely breathe in my panic.
I simply wrenched my eyes shut and waited for that final bite, one that I knew would cleave any part it chose to… but it never came.
It, instead, rubbed its crystal whisker against my cheek with a deep, rumbling purr, before it seemed to dissipate into not much more than wisps of powdery snow.
I didn't make it out of the encounter unscathed, though— in rubbing its whisker against my cheek, it left a somewhat deep scratch that had seemed to freeze shut while it had scented me.
Not even thinking twice, now that the creature was gone, I packed up camp as fast as I could, rushing downhill to the nearest Pokemon Center for a sense of safety for the remainder of the night. I had kept the story of how I had gotten the scratch under wraps for several years, and vowed to never travel back to that mountain for so long as I lived.
That is, until I was enrolled in Naranja Academy and took history lessons with Professor Raifort.
During my last semester with her, she recounted the story of the Treasures of Ruin— four cursed relics that had become Pokemon because of the greed of the region's king some 770 years ago, by her account. She noticed how I had blanched at the mention of the Sword of Ruin, and after class she had pulled me aside.
“[deadname],” she asked, “you looked like you had seen a ghost in class. Is everything alright?”
“I saw it,” I replied simply.
“Saw what?” Her eyes immediately seemed to light up, though the rest of her face remained stoic and concerned.
“The Sword.” I told her everything that had happened, almost crying towards the end when I pointed to the scar on my cheek.
She was interested, of course— she's an archaeologist first, a professor second— but pressed no further. “I've heard of more deific Pokemon being able to create projections like that,” she had said, “but for Chien-Pao to be able to do so like that… that certainly is very strange.”
“Why?”
“The Treasures of Ruin are still sealed away,” she replied. “By all theories and accounts, what happened to you should be impossible.”
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A little rain in every life must fall Part2)
Alexander Esparza
It was a mistake Alex realized too late , unable to stop the cascade of Energy flowing between them, and their Castform Nimbus . Alex only had a moment to experience the horror of what was happening before the dark rushed through them .
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Alexander knew objectively that something was happening, recognized dully The sensation of their Castform’s helping hand rush through and infusing it into them. The tingling presence of electrons rushing to meet them , the lightning in the air ra wing to unite with the lighting now inside themself . Mixed in alex perceived something… wrong ? , rancid? , terrable? But Alexander didn’t care ,didn’t care about anything anymore . The shadow energy did something to them , Alexander’s body moved and acted , but Alex’s wasn’t there . They were below …
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Sera Figga
The fact that something was wrong was immediately apparent to Sera . she Derek and Alexandria had come from above flying south from Unova and Buffla .Alexander had called them all saying they were doing an experiment with risks and Alex would do it with or with out them . They rushed to meet them . Alex for as smart as they were was pron to rash impulses decisions. The trio saw the violet sparks first . The Racing charges skittering over the green glass of Alex’s greenhouse had them pausing in the air . Alexandria asked if this was normal for Alexander’s experiment.
“Purple lightning..no “ derek said concerned crinkled his face.
Then the roof exploded. Thunder sent them tumbling to earth in a cacophony of sound and purple light the wing of the trios pokemon barly keeping them from crashing . Sera Heard it before she saw it . The sound of warping metal ,crack glass and rumbling power. The greenhouse exploded.
The next few moments were a blur of panic , between Alexandria’s swearing ,Derek’s sreaming for Alex and of course the momentum of their pokemon doing their best to avoid flying debris and shrapnel. X and Mystery Sera Unown were out of the pokeballs instantly sensing her concern. Her thought meet theirs instantly . As an Esper Sera was a strong telepath and telekinetic . Together with her Unnow they synchronizing as one. Thoughts merged ,power magnified as if singing in choir. She needed to know if alex had been in the Greenhouse. Sera’s power raced out of her as they landed spreading into the smoke feeling for them .in what was ones the center of Alexander’s green house Sera felt them standing , on the floor beside them was…was … NIMBUS!
“Alex are you ok ?what happed ?is nimbus all right can we approach” Sera spoke into Alex’s mind , she wait their response only to be meet with silence.
“Alex?” She though at them again stretching deeper into Alex’s mind only their was nothing ,worse then nothing . Sera founder herself in Alex’s mind cling to their psyches black iron walls on the edge of a precipice . Darkness threatening to swollen her . There was nothing of Alexander here at lest nothing Sera could sense only a terrible wrongness and the feeling of threat. She clawed her way out back to herself and gasped .
“What’s wrong” derek demanded his Aegislash spirit harmonizing to him , forming a rudimentary armor around his arm. She felt him ready to run in to the smoke Alexandria ready behind him.
“DONT “ Sera yelled “STAY BACK”
Derek and Alexandria paused “ something’s very very wrong with Alex “
Deafning thunder exploded around them . Smoke rushed past them as violet light shined from Alex’s standing form. Sera had seen Alexander charged before, but she didn’t recognize the form they had currently taken dark, almost black violet etched with electric yellow. Instinct took over Sera power race to the limp Castform on the floor beside Alexander . Nimbus’s body flew into her arms in an Instant. Nimbus was limp body shifted but didn’t wake. Sera peered into their sleeping mind .
Nimbus did not like this form they had taken for Alex, rancid.it was rancid to them. But it was a part of them now apart of them that Alex had try to understand. “Shadow rain” echoed in their mind followed by “helping hand”. Sera saw it all .Nimbus had tried to stab Alex and tried to stop.
Sera stared at Alex. shadow type Energy laced with electric type energy . Sera knew Alexander how to grown frustrated with the lack of information about shadow type Pokémon . knew that they were frustrated that I didn’t know how to help Nimbus. But what foolishness did they step into this time? She couldn’t even sense them, could only feel The abyss yawning inside .
The violet lightning was still arching from Alex’s body , reaching higher and higher into the sky , Derek was distraught “ do you know what’s happening ?” He ask Sera . In Moment, all that she had learned from Nimbus past to Alexandria, and Derek mind to mind . Derek spoke “Alex…they tried to conduct a sample to shadow type energy from Nimbus and now you can’t even sense their mind and they doing…” Derek waived both arms Emphatically at alexander Standing motionless in the destroyed center of their greenhouse, lightning arcing from them. “ ”whatever that is” . Dereks face was a mix total panic and rage “Why on earth would they try that? shadow Pokémon’s whole Stick is that they’re closed off from the outside what if the reason you can’t reach him is because whatever they did closed them off. “
“ If Alexander has been shadowified by Nimbus’s energy will it Undo itself when they run out of energy?” Alexandria asked “it’s not as though when they run out of energy from their Jolteon they keep shooting lightning, Maybe we just wait this out’ Alexandria suggested ‘ it’s not like what they’re doing is hurting anyone
“They might not be hurting others but we dont know what that energy is doing to them” derek couldn’t hid the panic in his voice .
He’s right Sera though . she had Seen Alexander conduct other less helpful living energies before After they had conducted a hyper beam, Sera Genuinely believed Alexander was going to blow up until they dumped the energy.
“We need to expel the energy from them … quickly , then get them to a hospital and get Professor Apricot she understand alex’s abilities the best.”
Alexandria Ishvan( @alex-ishvan )
Alexandria smelled it before they saw it and saw it before the Sera and Eric even understood what Alexander was doing. Their senses had been different for a long time now more potent and precise than the others . As Sera held Nimbus and planed with Derek. Alexandria assessed what they perceived. Ozone they smelled Ozono first in the wind , which with all the lightning that wasn’t usual but… Alexander was right they’re only 20ft away they should be able to smell them to but they didn’t . Alexandria smell ozone, various local plants the personal unique scent of Derek and Sera but not Alex . Their vision followed the arch of lighting racing from Alex so impossibly hight and saw clouds .
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Watching Alexandria saw the nebulous clouds condense and rotate around the zenith of Alexander’s lighting , saw them darken and grow with unnatural speed . Saw the familiar purple undertone to the mass hanging so high above a wondered why it all seemed so familiar . Then the smell hit them . Rancid , it was so rancid Alexandria had to stop themself from gagging. They would never forget that scent , like rot , like death like …the shadow storm . Derek and Sera now covered their nose cringing at the smell . “ what ever plane you have to get the energy out we need to do it now “ Alexandria said with the urgency , pointing to the sky “whatever they’re doing is generating clouds and I don’t want to think about what kind of precipitation might fall from them”
Derek and Sera seamed to understand what they meant “ what’s the plan ?”
“ Alexander’s power has some “ sera paused seeming to think about it from Alexandria’s perspective “ aspects that we might be able to exploit” she went on to explain to Alexandria that Alexander’s power on a unconscious level prioritizes the Alex safety , something about the Energy matrices that they generate prioritizes homeostasis of their body .
“ so what you’re telling me is if we attack them, it might stop what they’re doing and prioritize protecting them from us? “ Alexandria asked . Sera and Derek gave alexandria uncertain glances. Alexandria did not like that look
“Okay” Alexandria sad incredulously. They shifted their Gaze back to Alexander , Lightning still arching from their body to the sky … lightning…LIGHTNING!
“ The lightning, the lightning Alex is generating is how their body processes the energy from electric types right right!” Alexandria asked with urgency
“Yes” Derek confirmed. “ it’s not usually purple but whenever Alexander channels power from Nimbus, it’s usually a little different depending on the form they taken during the energy transfer “
“ different types different powers” Sera confirmed
“ so you don’t know what purple does?” Alexandria asked
The look they gave each other confirm to Alexandria they didn’t. Alexandria took another deep breath The air was still rancid . what did shadow type energy do? They wandered to them self. what did it do during the shadow storm? Alexandria remembered Fortress city . Trees, older than humanity ,lived in for generations gone , people and pokemon alike left half burned and… and… The memory shuttered through Alexandria melted.
“Ok so whatever we’re doing don’t let them touch you with their body or the lightning agreed?”
“ agreed” hey said in unison.
Derek Dagda
Derek was afraid ,very afraid . Not for himself but for Alex , Alex … Alex was … no Derek did not dilute himself into believing that Alexander was fragile. They weren’t but … haven’t they been through enough, why did Alexander seem to deliberately put themselves in situation they could be hurt or that made Derek worry? Derek and Sera had convince him to quit being a Ranger to retire years ago, but these things. kept .on .happening. And now … NOW Derek found himself faced with the reality that him and two friends. We’re probably going to have to beat Alexander down to stop whatever mess they put themselves in. Alexandria struck first , Derek was always shocked by how inhumanly fast they were , racing across the green tile floor of the ruined greenhouse with only feet separating them alexandria. screamed “DARK PULES” waves of Ebony power punched into Alexander. One moment two moment, three moments past of dark power, rushing from Alexandria… Alexander didn’t flinch the only sign anything had happened was the slow shift of Alexander’s gase to alexandria. Alexandria backed away swearing preparing to strike again, not with darkness this time, but with the flame that gushed from their mouth. Sera struck from behind before Alexandria could , she snuck behind Alex when Alexandria attacked and blasted Alexander with a wall of blue force from behind. Alexander stumbled forward but caught themselves , which meant all of nothing when Alexandria blasted fire directly at them. The stream of lightning racing towards the sky abruptly ended as Alexander stood in the stream of flame. they look at Alexandria and there was nothing in their eyes . Derek noticed the tiniest of movements in their neck The slightest adjustment of their foot, and in an instant wondered if Alexander was aiming. Derek’s Aegislash Cortana shield flew from his shoulder placing itself firmly between alexandria, and Alexander. A bubble of green light encompassed alexandria and Cortana shield , just as A bolt of power freed it self from Alex and in Instant slammed into Cortana Barrier. Even from across the distance Derek could feel that terrible power skitter along the surface Barrier, could feel it clawing and clinging and searching for any way in before the bolt of power ebbed from Alexander . Sera didn’t hesitate ,neither did Derek another blue wall of force slammed into Alexander sending them silently sprawling , Derek pelted them with Shadow Balls Alexandria joined in the barrage. Sparks and streams of power still escape Alexander’s body but … but for a single flash, Alexander’s aura flickered.
Derek, Saw alexandria notice too. “ if you can hold them do it I can end this” Alexandria said
Derek nodded first at Sera them to Alexandra . Watched as blue power washed over Sera like armor and felt Cortana and his phantasmal strength stretch over his hands like gloves. Alexandria pulled dark stones from their pockets like black diamonds were they gems? Derek wonder to himself only for a moment. Together Derek and Sera penned Alexander between them. Purple Sparks stung and raged at all the points Derek and Sera made contact . Alex struggled agents them but Derek held firm. Alexandra was behind all of them now yelling “GET READY TO MOVE!”.
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Derek could only wonder could Alexandria fly? The way they floated in the air for a moment before screaming “DARK PULES!!” Dark gems evaporate into the power they unleashed . Derek and Sera had fling themselves out of the way of the oncoming attack.
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Derek watched as the Tsunami of Ebony power overwhelmed Alexander, watched as moments passed, and finally could see the aura of power Alex‘s body had been holding onto begin to crack under the pressure. The dark violet coloration to their skin fading as Alexandria kept on the assault. In one final shove of from Alexandria Alexander with down. Derek cradled Alex in his arms Alex was unconscious and refused to wake. Derek watch blood dribble from their nose and mouth . Could see deep bruises beginning to form on their face and neck and arms. “We need to get Alex to the hospital now !” Derek said
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jiracheer · 2 years
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#58 with Lysandre please?
authors note: im down bad for this mf 
prompt: “Here, take my blanket/jacket.”
tags: gender-neutral reader, suggestive content. so kids go away
Attending some fancy dinner on a Saturday night you could’ve spent curled up in bed certainly had put you in a bad mood, but you owed it to Augustine when he did you the grandest favor of getting a Pokemon you’ve been having a hard time finding. So here you were, arm-in-arm with the man you’ve called your best friend since childhood, and you wanted to wring his neck out. 
He was drunk, but then again when wasn’t he when he would attend parties? Not only was it annoying but it was exhausting having to care for him. He was like a huge baby. He always clung to you and whined about whatever the hell was on his mind, and tonight was no exception. 
The world-renowned Professor Sycamore was crying on your shoulder. Something about how he envied those with cute cat Pokemon owners, and how he couldn’t have a single one because none seemed to like him, and all you could do was pat his back. 
It took some time to calm him down and sit him somewhere with a glass of water, affectionately pushing his curled hair out of his face. As much as he annoyed you, you still cared deeply for him.
You sat with him for what seemed to be an hour before his fellow researchers would find you and join you both. Once you felt like he was okay, you excused yourself– as you wanted fresh air to relieve the stress you had gone through since the start of the party.
So that’s where you found yourself now. All alone on the balcony of the grand hotel where the party was being hosted, a drink in hand and your cheek in the other. It was a rather cool night but it felt nice and easy on your hot skin. 
“Enjoying the view?” The deep rumble of a voice disturbed your peace and for a second you nearly considered snapping at the stranger who dared to approach you, but you paused once you caught sight of the ginger mane that belonged to said stranger- or so you thought.
Lysandre, the owner of Lysandre labs, stood there in his finest tux with a polite smile on his face.
With the way the light of the hotel room hit his frame, you almost swooned on the spot– but you didn’t, you were better than that.
“I suppose it is… If you squint.” You replied to him, turning back around to look at the so-called view. It wasn’t much. You were already so used to the beauty that was Kalos that it didn’t bring you the same joy it used to all those years ago when you’d gaze upon it. 
A laugh sounded from the tall man before he slowly inched towards you. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise when Lysandre dared to settle himself beside you, his arm touching yours in the process. 
You gazed at him from the corner of your eye, a slight narrow to it when you inspected the man.
You didn’t know Lysandre all that well, but you knew he was Augustine's former pupil and also good friend. You saw him every now and then at banquets that your shared friend would drag you to, and perhaps you uttered a word or two to him– but that was all.
You barely knew him and yet, he intrigued you.
Your gaze slowly looked him up and down, taking note that he styled his hair to be more formal this time around. His typically unruly mane was more brushed out and styled, with his tuxedo being rather bland now that you got a better look at it, but it fit him well. Extremely well, in fact, that you felt heat rush to the tip of your ears.
You couldn’t help but admit that he was a very very attractive man.
Lysandre easily stood over you and could overpower you if he wanted. You knew that man was packin, in more ways than one, and it was there that you had to cease your thoughts. You were being such a creep! Thinking such inappropriate thoughts about a man you’ve only spoken to a couple of times in the past.
“Something on your mind, Y/N?” Lysandre leaned towards you with a half-lidded expression, an easy smile playing on his lips.
His cologne completely engulfed you. Intoxicating you and luring you further in. You really were in the Pyroar’s den now, and for a moment, perhaps you didn’t care. You were seeking entertainment to make this night less crappy anyway, so maybe it wouldn’t hurt to flirt a bit.
“Yes,” You’d start. You slowly brought your drink to your lips, not breaking eye contact for a second as you took a small sip. “I’m simply thinking about how that suit fits you well, Lysandre. I can’t say I’ve seen it before. Is it new?” Now the ball was in his court.
Lysandre was quiet as you spoke, and seem to share the same gaze you bestowed upon him earlier. He eyed your figure from your head to your feet, taking note of what you wore for tonight, and, unknowingly, he wet his lips.
“Oh. This old thing? Please, you flatter me Y/N. I must say you look delightful this evening… I’m assuming Augustine took you out?” A singular raise of his brow had you gravitating closer to him.
“How could you tell?”
“You looked angrier than a Beedrill during dinner.”
You sighed at that and leaned away. Swirling the alcohol in your glass, “You could tell, huh?”
A chuckle. “I notice many things about you, Y/N.” 
Now, this caught your attention. You couldn’t help but stand up a bit straighter, a small stutter coming from your lips but you silenced yourself when Lysandre stood to his full height.
“I see how Augustine stresses you during these events, and yet, you continue to come with him. Why? Perhaps it’s because you’re his good friend, or maybe you enjoy these more than you think. I personally always look forward to these banquets in hopes of seeing you, Y/N.” 
As Lysandre spoke he took careful, calculated, steps towards you until you were chest to chest. His hand came to cup your chin and he nearly grinned at the way your breath hitched, admiring the way your face became as red as a cherri berry. 
He leaned down to ghost his lips over yours, a smirk now playing on his face.
“Truth be told, Y/N. I wish to get to know you more. To get the pleasure, and honor, to experience an evening with someone as magnificent as you. However, it seems as if fate has other plans for us when we’re in the same room as one another.” His other hand settled on the small of your back to bring you closer to his frame if possible. 
Your hands settled on his broad chest and you were close to exploding. You wanted this man to ravish you, to simply destroy you at this very moment, and you shuddered at the thought. 
“Cold? Here, take my jacket.” And that was the end. Lysandre pulled away to take his blazer off to hang it over your shoulders, pulling it close to your chin by the collar to encase you in it. “Can’t have Augustine's most beloved and cherished friend getting sick under my watch now… Can I?” He murmured into your ear.
One more shudder was enough to let you know that you were, in fact, going home with him tonight. 
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Pokemon AU To Ozpin years can go by in the blink of an eye but few moments stand out in his life the first time he meet Salem, his first incarnation, his kids, his mission, but he remembers for one day when reality itself allowed no bad act to occur the day when one Jaune arc was born.
Ozma stood in the center of the forest. This strange Pokémon Salem had told him about so long ago now stood before him, a smile on their face. They reshaped their form to make a match with his own, reaching out with all too simlar hands for him. Ozma would never forget this meeting with Bela'Arc
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Ozpin shook away at the thump in the shared ride with Ironwood. He held a hand to the wall, steadying himself in the event of further turbulence. James gave him a glare.
"Sorry to disturb your nap," he scowled, "but it seems your roads have been damaged since we last moved along them."
"Glynda?" Ozpin called to his assistant.
"Yes, sir?"
"What's going on out there?"
"It seems there was a battle, sir." Ozpin gazed out the window to the massive tear that devastated the landscape outside. "A very big one, sir."
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"Eon!" The Longest Memory called as they ran beside Ozma. The school was not far now, but it seems the battle reached even here. They sensed beings evacuating the premises in an odd direction; two humans and a Pokémon.
Ozma mumbled as he continued to push himself into the school. He called out to the students and faculty, calling them to retreat. When questioned, he barked for them to hurry. Glynda guided students with the other faculty.
They flinched at the sudden surge of power in the distance. There was a very familiar presence, ancient and powerful, and one much older, much more benevolent than the other. Grimm and Bela'Arc.
"Esp!" Ozma looked to his oldest friend, and then followed their matched gaze. He nodded, and the two ran for the clashing powers. Both prayed they made it in time.
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"WHY WON'T YOU KNEEL?!" Cinder roared as Midnight slashed at the imposter again, only for it to be knocked back again. She ground her teeth in rage. "WORTHLESS! GET UP AND CAPTURE THAT-!"
Before she could finish, her head was caught in Bela'Arc's grasp. She flailed and struggled as the Salazzle claws grew and expanded until the digits fused together into one massive shell containing Cinder. As she thrashed and screamed, her movements became slower and her breathing more ragged until the former stopped entirely.
As she fell to the cold, wet earth, Midnight rushed to her Trainer's aid. She glared from above her master's unconscious body. Bela'Arc called out, but was answered by a scornful hiss. Before the conversation could continue, the black ichor of Grimm then approached the Salazzle and her keeper, before swallowing the two and escaping to the horizon.
Bela'Arc made their way to Jaune, examining the good friend. There was a soft rumble of pleasure coming from the Friend, and they lifted their champion from the mud. They then stopped after reaching for his Pokémon.
"Hello, again." Bela'Arc turned to find the oldest of them all watching him. "It's been too long."
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"Could I get another tissue box, please?" Jaune asked from his bed. After fighting that crazy lady, he whited out and woke up back in his room. His head throbbed and his nose leaked mucus, catching an inevitable cold.
"Coming right up!" Nora called as she rushed out of the room.
"Do you need more soup?" Ren asked, wearing latex gloves and a face mask.
"No, I'm fine." Jaune said. "How's everyone else?"
"Well," Ren turned to small Pokémon, all of whom were by his bedside, "they're here for you."
"Just like I'd do for thah... thah... AH-CHOO!" Jaune sniffed and groaned. "I wish I wasn't like this. Everybody else is probably worried sick about me."
"I don't know about worried," Pyrrha said, "but..."
"KICHOO!"
"Aw~! You sneezed like a Litten!"
"Shuddup, Ruby!"
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citrus-blade · 9 months
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Dnb pokemon AU
Important note: I only worked with the knowledge of Pokemon that I had previously of writing this, which is limited. I used to watch the show as a kid and played the games, but I mostly only know pokemons from the 1. to 3. generation or that I looked up to resemble certain animals.
I don’t know the pokemon lore, the only stuff I DO know is from the first few seasons (which was years ago) and the first movie. (I watched others but don’t really remember them). So yeah, not up to date and I googled a bit and asked a bit around about ‘Evil’ pokemon and all and came up with this. Nothing connected to canon pokemon (Neither the show nor the movies nor the games). Hope you can still enjoy it the story under the cut! :]
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“Run, Patches, run!” Dream screamed as he ran through the forest, his eevee called Patches running in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t look back!” He yelled, eyes wide as he felt the ground under him rumble. It was then that he dared look back himself, seeing the ground move and trees fall over.
Him and Patches weren’t the only ones running. Every single pokemon that lived in the forest was fleeing, some were lucky enough to have the ability of flying, others jumped through the trees but some were rather slow. Leaving them behind broke Dream’s heart, but he wasn’t even sure if they’d make it out in time. There were also people running, but he didn’t really care for them.
All Dream wanted to do was try and find Ho-Oh, who would have thought some crazy people would cross his way over and over again? Only for ending up in the middle of an old forest, trying to summon some legendary pokemon. Maybe he should have given up on finding Ho-Oh like Techno had said, he wouldn’t end up in all this trouble then.
A loud screech tore Dream out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder once again, seeing Giratina floating in the air. Suddenly a shock wave stroked, forcing the earth to move and everything to fall. In his last attempt to protect Patches Dream jumped forward and grabbed her, pulling her to his chest and curling around her.
It was his own scream that he registered next, as he flew threw the air and hit a hard rock on the ground. There was chaos around him, trees everywhere on the ground and almost impossible to find the way out. When he looked up he saw how Giratina prepared for the next attack, looking down at the chaos, at the people who forced it here and tried to chain it into this reality.
Dream never faulted some pokemons for thinking of humans as evil creatures. He had saved some from abusive owners, freed wild ones from traps and more and had seen other legendaries caught in an act of trying to control and use them. So really, Giratina attacking them was understandable even though he wasn’t really involved. All he wanted was to safe his own pokemons, his friends.
Slowly he sat up, flinching together when pain rushed through his body. Patches looked up at him, trying to get his attention. Her eyes were filled with worry for him and not even stroking her at her favorite spot could distract her. “Patches,” he said before looking around again, he had hoped to use Spirit – his rapidash – to escape, but it would be impossible for them to run here. Too many obstacles in the way.
Eventually Dream tried to stand up, yelling in pain and falling back to the ground immediately again. Patches was squeaking in distress, looking around in the attempt to find someone who could help them. But there was no one, pokemons were fleeing and no human in sight. It was then that Dream made a decision, as their time was running out.
Pulling out a pokeball he let out Parrot, his Corviknight. It fly at first before landing in front of Dream and Patches, tilting his head. “Alright,” Dream talked to himself, panicking a bit as Giratina seemed to be almost done preparing itself. He pulled of his pokeball belt, wrapping it around Parrot and securing it, before placing Patches atop of the birdlike pokemon.
Both were watching him when he ripped out a sheet of paper from his backpack, also getting a pencil to write something. His handwriting wasn’t the best in the moment, visible that it was written fast with not much time left. “Here, take this Parrot,” the blond said, letting Corviknight take the paper in his mouth. Then Dream took his face between his hands, making sure his friend knew it was serious. “You have to get out of here before Giratina can attack again, okay?”
Patches seemed to realize what the human was about to do, immediately squeaking at him as if she was yelling to not be so dumb. Parrot also seemed to try to protest, but Dream was having none of it. “There is no time, you hear me?!” He yelled, tears in his eyes, “And I need to know that you all are safe, so go!” Parrot stepped back yet hesitated, he could probably carry Dream, but it would slow them down and every second was needed. “Go, I said!”
And with those words they were off, Dream watched them fly away, over the destroyed forest and out of range from the attack. Only a few seconds later did another scream sound, a shockwave lifted the earth under Dream and suddenly everything went black.
A loud sniffing was what woke him up, groaning in pain and he slowly opened his eyes. However that didn’t change much as it was still black and when he tried to move he winced from the pain. The sniffing got louder and eventually he heard a muffled voice, stepping closer. He flinched when all the dirt and debris was removed from atop of him, revealing a certain pink haired trainer he knew all too well.
“Dream!” Techno yelled out before falling to his knees next to the blonde, removing more of the debris. “What were you doing here?” He asked as he checked up on Dream, his friend breathing a bit heavily. His Arcanine standing behind him, head tilted and ears hanging a bit, it was probably thanks to him that Dream was found.
“Got a hint that I’d-” Dream coughed lightly, really wanting a glass of water as he felt all the dirt in his throat, “That I find another hint to Ho-Oh.” He knew it sounded dumb and he knew Techno good enough to know what would come next. They’ve been together a lot on their journey after all, even though the last time they saw each other was when… Well, when they got a bit closer than usual.
Every night the blond dreamed of their kiss. And how fast Techno had left.
“You’re a fool, Dream,” Techno sighed as he got everything off of the man, eyeing the tree that lay half on the blond. “What happened? I saw some people from Team Rocket around, officer Rocky arrested a few. When he looked over to Dream’s face he saw his eyes closed and didn’t hesitate to pat his cheek in light claps. “No, Dream, stay awake, alright? Don’t force me to get Milotic to splash your face.”
Dream grumbled but opened his eyes again, watching how Techno – the man he was so so in love with – call over his Espeon that had been with Techno’s Umbreon before. The pink colored Pokemon eyes Dream before looking up at her trainer. “Use psychic to get that tree off of him. Dream, keep talking.”
“They forced some pokemon called Giratin to leave it’s dimension and tried to keep it here against it’s will,” explained the blonde, gasping when the heavy tree was finally off of him. “Shit,” he cursed. Techno pulling him up carefully to look over him, checking on his body. “It got angry, obviously… And went on a rampage. I got knocked out at the second shock wave….”
Techno hummed, one hand coming up to stroke Dream’s hair out of his face, red eyes meeting green hazey ones. “I was so worried,” the man whispered, pressing his face in Dream’s neck, the blond sighing lightly. “We found Parrot with Patches and all your pokeballs shortly after the last shock wave. They came to the pokemon center in the closest city, we could hear sounds there but didn’t know what happened until the first scared pokemons came running…”
Dream nodded lightly, wincing when he tried to move and hug Techno closer, not enjoying the thought of the man being worried. “Giratina really did something.” Techno nodded before moving lightly, pulling a pokeball out from the inside of his jacket. When he threw it Milotic appeared in front of them, floating above the ground.
“Come here,” Techno said in a soft voice.
Dream will always remember the day Techno found Feebas, left behind after it went K.O. in a battle. Him and Dream were wandering together as they wanted to go to the same city when some woman approached them for some duels. Dream reclined as he just caught Princess, his Finizen, and wanted to give his friends some rest.
Techno accepted and easily won just with his Bautifly and Carl – his Mudsdale – alone. She had six and the last one was Feebas. She lost, screamed at Feebas about how useless and ugly it was and left it laying there injured and alone. Dream guess it maybe hit a bit close to home for the pinkette as he walked up to the poor being and picked it up, promised a better life.
Feebas accepted and they formed a friendship everyone envied.
A whimpering sound came from Dream when Milotic curled around them, making sure to touch Dream as much as possible. “Good, now use Life Dew,” whispered Techno, eyes still on the man in his arms. An immediate sighed could be heard from Dream as he felt warmth spread, feeling the healing of some of his wounds. He’d still need to go to the hospital, but this would help enough to survive the journey there.
For minutes they lay there, Techno holding Dream was close as humanly possible, like someone who was scared of losing something important. Dream snuggled up against his, using the excuse of still not feeling to well, Techno knew it was a lie, but didn’t call him out on it. “...Any news about Lugia?” Dream asked eventually, enjoying the soft stroking of a strong hand over the small of his back.
“I actually was on my way to a location someone had sighted one. Maybe.” Dream chuckled at that, rumbling against the other man who cocked a brow. “What?”
“I can’t believe you tell me that I should give up on finding Ho-Oh, when all you do is run after Lugia!” Laughed Dream out, wincing from the still left pain but ignoring it. Techno rolled his eyes but an amused smirk was on his lips, badly contained from the pinkette.
“At least people have seen it, all your proof of it is some legend.”
“Hey!” Dream called out, cuddling back up to him, “I told you I saw it. The day you saved me from Team Rocket… It was right there, like it made sure we were safe together.” Techno just snorted at that, not believing his friend. Or whatever they were. But that was okay, cause Dream was just happy to be there for now, to be with him for a bit before their path had to part ways again.
Yeah. For now they could ignore all the chaos around them and instead enjoy the calmness of being reunited. Of being together.
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Yeah, I think you can notice that I’m in Writer’s Block but whatever. Hope you enjoyed!
Here the teams of both Dream and Techno! I had to google the names of most of the pokemons cause I only knew the german ones of most of them lol Dream’s Team (Tries finding Ho-Oh): Eevee – Patches Finizen – Princess Rapidash – Spirit Dragonair – Ender Corviknight – Parrot Yamask – Nightmare
Techno’s Team: (Tries finding Lugia) Milotic Umbreon Espeon Beautifly Mudsdale – Carl Arcanine
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