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reasonsforhope · 8 months

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Note: Reasons to Be Cheerful has had weirdly huge formatting issues for the past six or so months, so if that version is a mess, this link should work better.

"Florida Power & Light Company (FPL), the Sunshine State’s largest power utility, employs all the people you might expect: electricians, lineworkers, mechanical engineers — and a few you might not. For over 40 years, the company has kept a team of wildlife biologists on staff. Their task? Monitoring the giant carnivorous reptiles that reside in one of the state’s nuclear power plants.

Saving the American Crocodile

What sounds like a low-budget creature feature is actually a wildly successful conservation story. It goes like this: In 1975, the shy and reclusive American crocodile was facing extinction. Over-hunting and habitat decline caused by encroaching development had pushed its numbers to a record low. By 1975, when it was listed as endangered under the Endangered Species Act, there were only 200 to 300 left.

Three years later, in 1978, workers at the Turkey Point nuclear power plant in Homestead, Florida happened upon something that must have made them gasp: a crocodile nest along one of the plant’s 5,900-acre “cooling canals.” Rather than drive the crocs away — perhaps the easiest solution — FPL hired a team of biologists and implemented a Crocodile Management Plan. Its goal was unconventional: provide a suitable habitat for the crocs within the workings of the nuclear power plant, allowing both to coexist.

Over the course of the next 30 years, FPL’s wildlife biologists monitored nests, tagged hatchlings and generally created a hospitable environment for the reptiles. As it turned out, the plant’s cooling canals provided an ideal habitat: drained earth that never floods on which to lay eggs directly adjacent to water. Over the years, more and more crocs made the cooling canals home. By 1985, the nests at Turkey Point were responsible for 10 percent of American crocodile hatchlings in South Florida. In 2007, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service downgraded the American crocodile’s status from endangered to threatened, singling out FPL for its efforts.

The program continues to this day. To date, biologists have tagged some 7,000 babies born at the plant. In 2021, there were a record-setting 565 crocodile hatchlings at the Turkey Point facility.

"Reconciliation Ecology"

Turkey Point’s efforts are an example of what is known in the conservation world as “reconciliation ecology.” Rather than create separate areas where nature or animals can thrive in isolation from humans, reconciliation ecology suggests that we can blend the rich natural world with the world of human activity. Michael Rosenzweig, an emeritus professor of ecology and evolutionary biology at the University of Arizona, was a leading force in establishing this concept. The author of Win-Win Ecology: How the Earth’s Species can Survive in the Midst of Human Enterprise, Rosenzweig has pointed out that although human encroachment has typically been considered a threat to biodiversity, the notion that the world must be either “holy” or “profane,” ecologically speaking, is simply not true.

“In addition to its primary value as a conservation tool, reconciliation ecology offers a valuable social byproduct,” writes Rosenzweig in his first chapter. “It promises to reduce the endless bickering and legal wrangling that characterize environmental issues today.”

-via Reasons to Be Cheerful, May 5, 2022. Article continues below. All headings added by me for added readability.

Dr. Madhusudan Katti, an associate professor in the Department of Forestry and Environmental Resources at North Carolina State University, was inspired by Rosenzweig when he did his postdoc at Arizona State. Katti has now been in the field of reconciliation ecology for two decades and teaches classes on the subject. “To me it’s finding solutions to reconciling human development with biodiversity conservation,” Katti says.

This common ground between development and conservation can be consciously planned, like FPL managing a crocodile habitat at a nuclear power plant or the state-sponsored vertical gardens and commercial farms on high-rise buildings in Singapore. Other examples include the restoration of the coral reef around an undersea restaurant in Eilat, Israel, or recent legislation in New York City requiring patterned glass on high-rise buildings, making windows more visible to migratory birds. Other planned examples of reconciliation ecology can be more individually scaled: a rooftop garden in an urban setting, modifying your garden to earn a “backyard bird habitat” certification from the Audubon Society, or even just mowing your lawn less often...

Reconciliation Ecology: Nature's Already Doing It Without Us

But there are countless examples of “accidental” incidents of reconciliation ecology, as well. One of Katti’s favorites is the kit fox of California’s San Joaquin Valley. “The kit fox was one of the very first species listed on the Endangered Species Act,” Katti says. Its decline was caused by habitat loss through agricultural and industrial development, as well as the extermination of the gray wolf population, which led to an increase in coyotes. So kit foxes adapted and moved to new habitats. One of these was the city of Bakersfield, California.

“Bakersfield, surrounded by oil pumps, would be the last place you’d expect to find an endangered species,” Katti says. But researchers think kit foxes have migrated to Bakersfield because they actually have more protection there from predators like coyotes and bobcats. “The kit foxes have figured out that if they can tolerate the human disturbance and live with people, then they are safer from all these other predators,” he says.

Living in the city has led to some interesting behavioral changes. In the wild, for instance, a female kit fox gives birth to her young and raises them by herself in a den. But in the city, researchers have observed multiple females raising their litters together in the same den. “It’s like a form of cooperative breeding,” Katti says. “That wouldn’t happen in the wild.” ...

The Big Picture: How We Think about Conservation

Reconciliation Ecology isn’t just we humans welcoming animals like crocodiles and foxes into our environments, though. It’s also living with nature in a way that most Western societies haven’t done since the Enlightenment. “In recent years, there’s been a recognition that the ‘fortress conservation’ model — keeping nature separated from humans and not thinking of or valuing human-inhabited landscapes — those ideas are outdated,” says Katti.

In fact, in Katti’s classes on reconciliation ecology, he embraces the notion of reconnecting people with their land if they have been unjustly separated from it. “The term reconciliation also applies to all the colonial legacies where both nature and people have been harmed,” Katti says. “For Indigenous communities, the harm done to ecosystems, it’s happened together. So you can talk about addressing both. That’s where a lot of my thinking is at the moment.”

A hopeful version of this sort of reconciliation is happening in California where colleagues of Katti’s who are tribal members are re-introducing “tribal burns” in some areas. Controlled burns have been a part of many Indigenous cultures for millenia, both as a way to prevent devastating forest fires, but also to encourage the growth of certain plants like hazel that are used for basket-weaving and other crafts.

“The notion that people don’t belong there and ‘let nature take care of itself’ doesn’t really work,” Katti says. “That’s the legacy of Western European Enlightenment thinking — a divide between human and nature. That is a real faulty view of nature. People have been part of the ecosystem forever.”

-via Reasons to Be Cheerful, May 5, 2022

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slowburningechoes · 1 year

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I was wondering if you could do something with like, maybe write a smut about Professor Reid x Female Student. Thanks <3

uhm, yes!!! professor reid makes me swoon cw: smut (18+, minor dni), brat!reader, unethical relationship (title ix is important babes), age gap (15 years), fantasization, mutual masturbation, oral (f!recieving), office sex, makeshift gag usage, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up), breeding word count: 3.1k

secrets demand silence

Spencer knew this wasn't right - thinking of you, his top pupil, as he palmed the bulge growing in his slacks. It was an unethical and immoral concept at its core. After all, he couldn't have you and thinking of you this way just made his yearning even more unbearable.

He leaned back in his leather desk chair and tried to get the thoughts and images of you out of his mind, but the erection in his pants grew nonetheless. He couldn't help but think about the way you always sat at the front of the class wearing the cutest blouses and the shortest skirts. How you were always the first to chime in to answer his questions, rhetorical or otherwise. You had always done the reading and studied well for exams, but if you had to cram some last minute you would always come to class early with your hair pulled back with a claw clip and strands caressing the sides of your face as you stared intently at your textbook. There were so many times he wanted to bend you over the lectern right there and take you at the front of the empty lecture hall. Sometimes while he lectured, he would notice you biting down on your pencil and crossing your legs tightly and perversely, he hoped it was because you were soaking wet and thinking of him in the same inappropriate ways he thought of you. Spencer often wondered if you ever dashed to the bathroom or to your apartment to satisfy yourself from the tension those thoughts caused, just like he was doing now and like he had so many times before.

He tried to stop thinking of you, he really did - but it just didn't work. His cock was so enlarged that it was barely contained by the dark material - so, he decided to give in to temptation... once again.

Spencer knew the details of you from memory, but a little reference couldn't hurt. Thank god the institution didn't have access to his private browser history, he already had your social media pages pulled up from previous times he let his lustful thoughts control him. He had even decided his favorite picture of you: you were at some cozy little bookstore in between two aisles of shelves wearing a cream button down with a khaki v-cut sweater vest over top and a light brown plaid skirt that was just long enough to barely hit the middle of your thighs, your hair was wispy and pulled back by a matte cream claw clip and you were wearing the wide wire frame glasses that always made him take a second look. You weren't just standing there in the picture, though, you had your back plastered against one of the shelves, with your foot kicked up against the bottom and your eyes buried in a book. You looked so intelligent and beautiful, like you were in your natural habitat.

The last time he had touched himself to the thought of you was the first time he found that photo and he couldn't help dreaming about pinning you against that shelf and kissing you so deeply that the book fell from your hand and you were begging for him to touch you. That was a wonderful fantasy and one of his favorites, but after today's class Spencer's mind had created a new one.

He had started discussing a case that the BAU had worked in rural Alaska towards the end of lecture after one of your peers had asked about the places he had traveled during his work with the FBI. The conversation only scratched the surface, but it brought back the memory of the intimate homey inn and how there were limited rooms, so everyone else had to double up except him.

Now, so many years in the future, Spencer was wondering what it would be like to have to share a room like that with you. The inescapable proximity and the fact that you would be on the other side of the bathroom door with water dripping down your body as you dried off. How small the bed was and how close you would have to be because of it.

His imagination began to run wild as he freed his throbbing cock and wrapped his fist around it. He started to wonder what you wore to bed usually and how the fabric would feel when it inevitably brushed against his skin. He imagined waking up with the most strained morning wood imaginable and you making the softest whimpers in your sleep. He wondered if you would let him wake you up with a deep kiss and you would take him by surprise and straddle him.

Spencer was embarrassed that even the thought of kissing you made his dick twitch in his hand as he pumped it, but it did so desperately.

His need only increased as his imagination kept going, his eyes shut tight as he began to establish a rhythm. Spencer started to think about you grinding your core against his erection, moaning into his mouth and the wetness pooling on the area revealing that you slept without panties on. He would lift your sleep shirt to put your perfect tits on display for him before bringing one into his mouth as he bucked himself into you.

His fantasy hadn't even let him inside of you yet when his orgasm began to creep upon him at an increasing rate. Spencer's eyes were closed and his mouth was gaping as he increased the speed of his hand.

He couldn't help but let hushed mumblings of your name slip out as he worked himself with anticipation... what he didn't expect, though, was that you heard them.

You had just entered his office to see the shocking and glorious sight of Dr. Reid pleasuring himself. You hadn't knocked since he'd always said he had an "open door policy", but now you thought he may need to reconsider that. You had thought about what his cock might look like, but the reality of it was more than you could've ever dreamed of. He was lengthy, which was expected, but he was also impressively girthy. He would fill you up and stretch you out, the thought of which made your core begin to ache with a need that grew with every stroke he made down his member.

Before you could think consciously about your decision, you found yourself locking the door of his office behind you. Dr. Reid was so immersed in his self-gratification that he didn't notice the light "click" the lock had made.

The only thing that broke his trance was when you finally broke the tense heated air with a hesitant, "Doctor Reid?"

"F-fuck! Y/n?" his eyes shot open and he immediately began to panic, trying to maneuver himself back inside his pants and close out his browser before you made it around to his side of the desk - but to no avail. "W-what are you doing? Shit..."

You let your heart and sexual desire lead over your head as you came to the edge of his desk and propped your ass on top of him. Looking to your right, you saw your profile pulled up on his monitor. When you glanced down at him, his eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment, and his cock still swollen and twitching with need.

"What am I doing? What are you doing, professor?" you inquire suggestively, spreading your legs open in the process, your skirt leaving little to the imagination.

"I-I," he attempted to begin his justification.

You flipped the bottom of your skirt upwards to reveal a pair of lacy black panties, which you began to rub your fingers down gently. Spencer couldn't help but suck in a tight breath and stare as you teased the outside of your need.

"Because it looks like you were jerking off to the thought of me," you hum, smirking down at him and pulling your panties to the side you reveal your bare pussy.

A hushed groan escaped him and his dick slapped against his stomach firmly. "I-I'm sorry, y/n."

"Don't be, professor... it's so hot," you dipped your middle finger between your folds and moaned softly for him, trying not to be too loud.

"Y/n..." he whimpered with a shaky voice, watching you intently. "T-this is wrong."

"Mmmm, but it feels so right," you sigh, pushing two fingers deeper inside you and moaning again. "Doesn't it?"

"Y-yes," he responded, beginning to palm his erection again.

"Don't be shy, Dr. Reid - I already saw your little show," you reassured, opening your eyes to smile at him devilishly. You circled your clit before choking out his name again with purpose and need, "Dr. Reid, please."

"Fuck, oh-okay," Spencer muttered before wrapping his fist around his length once again, pumping at a growing rhythm.

The sight of him stroking himself again made your wetness grow, your fingers motion in it eliciting the most delicious noises. The combination of those noises in combination with your moans made Spencer absolutely feral. Touching himself and watching you wasn't enough. Suddenly, he lunged forward towards you, spreading your thighs open with his hands.

"Professor!" you gasp, surprised by the contact and the strength of his grip.

"Can I taste you?" he blurts, his breath hot against your inner thighs.

You nod adamantly and begin to scoot your underwear down your legs to assist him. "Yes, please."

He hooked his fingers around the fabric and pulled them down the rest of the way before planting wet kisses along your inner thighs and up to your core. The feeling was like ecstasy, your mind was blank except for thoughts of pleasure and your body became tingly with anticipation. You were relieved when Spencer licked a stripe up your slit, dipping his tongue into you and gathering your arousal on his tongue. Just as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently, your legs snapped around either side of his head. He begin to switch between lapping at your center and taking the sensitive nub between his lips. It was excruciatingly satisfying, so much so that you gripped onto his locks firmly and subconsciously bucked your hips up into his mouth, demanding more as the pressure in your abdomen grew.

"Dr. Reid - I'm going cum," you whimpered, pressing his head against your core firmly. "Keep going, I'm begging you."

You feel him nod in agreement and moan into you as he continued to use his tongue strategically to motivate your climax. He began to devour you in a nearly animalistic manner, still methodic with his movements but with a desperation that made your thighs begin to quiver around his face. It only took him sucking gently on your clit one last time for you to fall apart, coming uncontrollably all over his face, grinding into it. You stifle your moans by biting down on your knuckle as he continues to lap at your pussy until you became numb from the excessive stimulation.

When he pulled his face from between your legs, his lips, chin, and the bottom bit of his button nose were soaked with your arousal. Plastered across his face was a mischievous smirk as he licked the arousal from his lips.

"You taste so... so fucking good, y/n," Spencer complimented, before leaning up to kiss you so that you could taste it as well.

You tried to respond as he moved away from your lips, but he was already working to remove your blouse. "I-is this okay?" he paused to ask when it was about halfway up your torso.

"You don't need to ask, professor. Anything you want to do is more than alright with me," you assure, peeling off your top to prove it to him.

Spencer stood there for a moment, staring at your breasts cupped by your beautiful black bra that matched your lacy underwear he had peeled off earlier. He reached around to your back to unsnap your bra, which he did so with ease. The fabric slipped from your shoulders and dropped from your chest, the cool air brushing against your bare skin causing your nipples to perk up and become hard.

"They're even more perfect than I imagined," he whispered, cupping them in his hands and bringing his thumb to caress your nipples.

"You've thought about them, hm, professor?" you tease, raising an eyebrow up at him. "Not a very appropriate way to think about your students, is it?"

Spencer cuts you a look of exasperation and snaps back, "Be quiet."

His demanding tone made your body writhe with warmth, "Oh, yes, sir."

"You act like you don't like me thinking of you like this, touching you like this - when you're the one who came over and put yourself on display for me," he growled.

"You were the one stroking your cock with a picture of me pulled up for reference," you responded with a sassy tone.

Your face was suddenly snatched between his hands, his thumb and fingers pushing your cheeks together. "And that made you so so wet. You know... after all the times I've fantasized about you, I never imagined you'd be such a brat."

You give him a smug look before biting you bottom lip and bringing him down for a deep passionate kiss. "Are you going to keep blabbing or are you going to fuck me?"

A loud huff came from Spencer as he leaned down to pick your panties up from the ground, stuffing them in your mouth. You gag around them slightly as they fill your mouth, muffling your teasing words.

"Since you're quiet now, I will," he whispered in your ear, sucking on your neck by your collarbone.

You moan in satisfaction, the sound barely vibrating through the fabric, your desperation making your professor chuckle smuggly. "That's much better. Can't have your loud mouth getting us caught, can we?" He spreads your legs back open, sliding the pads of his fingers in between your folds.

You shake your head "no" insistently, wanting to be good for him so that he would enter you. Your obedience worked, Spencer dropped his slacks and underwear to the floor and lined his tip up at your entrance. His dick brushing against your throbbing folds made you whine and grip onto the edge of the desk.

"I'm not even inside of you yet, beautiful," he hummed, enjoying your desperation.

He didn't wait an extra second to fill you, though, pushing his cock fully inside of you with one good stroke. You are stunned by the sudden force, his girth stretching you out with a stinging pleasure just as you had expected it would. He was much bigger than any other man you had been with and he knew exactly where to place his thrusts for maximum satisfaction for both of you. As he began to establish a pattern of his thrusts and their intensity, your walls began to squeeze around him for more. You wrap your arm around his back and scrape your nails down it with intense urgency, your simultaneous moans stifled by the makeshift gag in your mouth.

"You feel a-amazing, y/n - holy shit," Spencer struggled with his words, separated by quiet groans motivated by your pussy clenching around him. "So-so much tighter than I could've dreamt."

You smiled at his comment and looked up at his head thrown back and mouth gaping open as he fucked up into you harder. His left hand dug into your hip and the other came to tangle his fingers into the hair at the base of your head.

The deeper he pushed into you, the closer you became to reaching your second orgasm. The rhythm of his thrusts made your clit numb with pleasure, satisfying the nerves so much that you did not need external stimulation for your climax to rock into you. The grunts flowing from Spencer's lips in combination with the satisfaction made it come upon you quickly, your knees attempting to buckle together and your breaths becoming sharper. Your tightness increased, causing the cum to suddenly rush to the tip of Spencer's cock, causing his orgasm to rush into him as well.

The euphoria came crashing into both of you simultaneously, resulting in the most sloppy and melodic hushed noises you had ever heard. Your orgasm finished before his, your body tingling with satisfaction and your senses heightened.

"Y-y/n, baby - I'm going to cum in you," he muttered in between his struggled breaths.

All you could do was silently beg through the panties stuffed in your mouth, you wanted every drop of him inside of you. Thankfully, Spencer must have felt your body agree, your pussy opening deeply for his seed to spill inside. Within seconds, he was grunting lowly and coating your walls with his cum. The feeling of him flooding you was the greatest satisfaction you had felt before, warm and full.

As he came down from his own high, he looped his fingers into the lace embedded in your mouth, pulling it out slowly.

"How do you feel, beautiful?" he asks in a gentler comforting tone.

You latch onto his neck and pull him down to you for a sensual open-mouthed kiss. "Absolutely wonderful... I think I'll have to come by office hours more often."

"I think I'm going to have to change that open door policy, hm?" he suggests. "Only for you."

"Oh, you don't do this with all your students?"

Spencer responds with an eye roll and his thumb brushing down your bottom lip. "No, y/n... only you."

"What about outside of here, hm? You have some girls you meet up with when you get lonely?" you tease again, trying to gauge where this relationship was headed.

He lets out a sigh of annoyance, "Y/n. Only you - you're all I think about."

"You're all I think about, too," you blurt out in agreement.

"Mmm, so no hot college hook ups for you?" he decides to play your game.

"No... I-I've been waiting for you," you respond, tracing your fingers down his chest.

"I'm yours, if you'll have me, y/n. Let me make you dinner at my apartment," Spencer whispered, kissing your lips softly. "We - we have to keep this on the down low, but I can't go another day without you."

You smile at him and nod, "I'd love to have dinner with you, Dr. Reid. I'm yours, as well... don't worry, I graduate in May, but I'm good at keeping secrets regardless."

requests are open!

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dakogutin · 5 days

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for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: teacher au [554 words]

The Grindylow swam frantically inside its tank, no longer as haughty as when Remus first revealed it to the class now that everyone’s attention was on it. He almost felt bad for the poor thing, but then he’d remember how it made faces behind him when he discussed its history and origin.

“Now, who can tell me what spell is effective to defend oneself against a Grindylow attack?” His eyes scanned the raised hands, before landing on a figure by the door. Someone was stood there, observing Remus. Tall, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted ever so slightly. Dark hair and piercing metallic grey eyes.

Sirius. In hogwarts....

Every thought suddenly flew out the window. Remus was seconds away from excusing himself for his… visitor. But as usual, Sirius had impeccable timing.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, professor,” he said, stepping forth. Everyone’s heads turned to him. Each word is dripping with arrogance that was perfectly concealed in a velvety voice and a charming smile. “I believe ‘Relashio’ should do the trick. It’s both safe and competent enough to cast on a small creature as a defensive spell, while also equally effective against a swarm of them.”

“Very good.” Remus smiled. “As mentioned, the Grindylow’s main form of attack is by grasping its victim with its tendrils. Casting a Revulsion jinx or ‘Relashio’ is indeed the most effective spell to free oneself from this immobility. And when underwater, this also shoots a stream of boiling water, apprehending these creatures and allowing more time to flee.”

Sirius beamed at him. Students began murmuring to themselves, recognising Sirius or at least recognising that he’s very easy on the eyes. Remus couldn’t blame them, but also, this is exactly the kind of ruckus he was preventing.

After a curt, “excuse me for a while…” and shutting the door behind him, Remus casted a ‘Muffliato’ for good measure. Teenagers are notoriously nosy, and he’s not about to be the latest piece of gossip this early in the school year. “What’s this about?” he asked, turning to Sirius. “Is everything alright?”

Sirius shrugged. “Just thought I’d pop in, really. Haven’t seen you in your natural habitat, professor. Very hot, by the way.” His hand rose to brush off invisible dirt on Remus' robes.

“Really?” Remus said incredulously but chuckled despite himself. Even after all these years, he'd never gotten used to Sirius’ brazen flirting. “You came all this way for that?” He took Sirius' hand to stop it from fiddling with his tie. It was too distracting.

“Maybe I’d like to see our old professors too,” Sirius said flippantly. “And you forgot something.”

“What is it?”

Sirius grinned. “I can give it to you after class. If I’m correct, you have a free period next.”

“Hm, you just happen to be very familiar with my timetable?” he murmured, leaning closer.

“Lucky guess. I knew my O in Divination would prove useful every once in a while.”

“You didn't take Divination for OWLs.”

But Sirius was already spinning him to the direction of the door. “Go back to your third-years, Professor Lupin, before you get scolded by our darling Minerva for flirting during class hours.”

Remus let Sirius push him, laughing. “Don’t think I’ll drop the fact that you disrupted my class, by the way.” Then before Sirius could retaliate, he snuck a quick kiss to Sirius’ lips. “I’ll see you after my class, Black.”

He had a strong feeling that something he forgot wasn’t exactly an object…

#wolfstar microfic #sirius deserved to see remus as a professor!!#scrapped this wip so now it's only getting posted here hihi #yes this was a smut wip #wolfstar #my fic

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saddixie · 2 months

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Victoria’s legendary/mythical Pokémons.

Throughout her years of traveling and researching, Victoria had meet way to many legendaries/mythical pokemon for her to consider it to me normal, she stopped questioned it soon. Though she released most of them so they can go back to their natural habitat, some decided to stay…

Diancie

"Diancie isn't a pushover, so don't you dare mess with it or else you'll regret it."

Moves: Diamond storm, Moonblast, Iron defense, Power gem.

Ability: Clear body

Victoria was just trying to take photos of some Carbinks so she could surprise professor Sycamore when she saw Diancie being chased by a group of pokemon hunters.

After saving it, Diancie refused to leave Victoria's side, scared that the hunters will come back. Victoria allow it to stick nearby until she can capture a photo of some Carbinks. But after that was finish and Victoria tried to leave, Diancie still won't leave Victoria.

After some time of being conflicted, Victoria asked to capture Diancie to kept it safe from other pokemon hunters. Diancie agreed and was happily caught by Victoria, though the girl did notice it bringing a weirdly familiar stone after it was caught. Let's just say the Carbinks photos are not the only thing that surprises professor Sycamore that day.

Diancie is a very nice and princess like to the rest of the pokemons, but that doesn't mean it's a pushover. Victoria had taught it how to toughen up and allow it to spam Diamond storm if it ever find itself in a situation where some shady people was forcing it to make diamonds.

Diancie can also talk with other people with its telepathy, making it a bridge between the NRC students and pokemon after Victoria relaxed and began to have it out more often.

Zamazenta

"Thank you for helping me guard Ramshackle, Zamazenta. Now come here so I can brush your hair."

Moves: Iron head (Behemoth bash), Focus blast, Ice fang, Protect.

Ability: Dauntless Shield.

When chairman Rose release Eternatus much to Victoria's unamusement, Zamazenta along with its partner Zacian helped her and Hop stop it before leaving. Victoria thought everything was done until two weird guys with weird hair came in and ruin everything (seriously why do people always think it's ok to mess with legendaries).

After defeating a rampaging Zacian, Victoria was surprised that Zamazenta challenged her because usually the other legendaries only challenged her so she can borrow their power to fix something, but the issue has already fixed, does this means that it challenged her because it wants her to be its trainer? After Hop capture Zacian, Victoria decided to keep Zamazenta with her.

A gentle old soul that watches over her pokemons like a protector, Zamazenta will often herd Victoria's pokemons to their respective enclosure after dark, Victoria found it's oddly adorable with the way it nudges her Foongus with its nose back to its safe spot. Victoria will still pamper it even when it's a legendary pokemon, its favorite thing to do is have Victoria brush its very long fur.

It tolerates Crewel with his dog obsession.

Shaymin

"Shaymin? SHAYMIN!? WHERE ARE YOU?! NOT AGAIN!!"

Moves: Air slash, Seed flare, Dazzling gleam, Tail wind.

Ability: Natural Cure (land forme), Serene Grace (sky forme)

It all happened when Victoria was at a Gracidea meadow to study and collect them to sent back to her parents when she met a land form Shaymin who didn't follow the other Shaymins who are in their sky form that are migrating elsewhere.

She thought something was wrong with the pokemon so she bought it to nurse Joy to check it, thankfully it isn't hurt and it turns out that Shaymin just doesn't want to go with its herd anymore. The Shaymin lingers with Victoria instead and after a while, she caught it.

Shaymin is a cunning one despite its petite and innocent looks, it loves playing small pranks on the pokemon around it and even the trainer herself, but it usually apologize by nuzzling the people it teases.

Shaymin sometimes loves to escape from its home to explore nearby areas, thinking that Victoria could find it later on but forgetting that its small land form makes it hard to look for it, not to mention its green fur that matches the grass makes it even harder to look for.

Victoria swore Shaymin will give her gray hair before any of the end of the world scenarios does.

Ogerpon (female)

spoiler for the teal mask DLC so beware.

"I'm not sure that I can be better than your last partner, but I promise I will do my best to take care of you."

Moves: Ivy cudgel, Spikey shield, Superpower, Rock tomb.

Ability: Defiant (Teal Mask), Water Absorb (Wellspring Mask), Mold Breaker (Hearthflame Mask), Sturdy (Cornerstone Mask)

Befriending it in Kitakami village, Victoria found its story very sad. What do you mean its old partner was not only taken away by the Loyal Three (or Lousy three now that Carmine force her to say), but the village also isolate it because of a misunderstanding.

After getting back Ogerpon's three mask, Victoria was surprised when Kieran challenged her for Ogerpon's ownership. She tried to talk some sense into the boy, saying that Ogerpon belonged to no one and that she can choose who her trainer is, but Kieran doesn't listen, so with no choice, Victoria battled him for Ogerpon's freedom.

She's even more surprise when after she won, Ogerpon chose her to be its trainer. Although she felt quite guilty for Kieran, she can't take back her words of letting Ogerpon chose its own trainer so she caught it (with a friend ball of course).

The embodiment of a sunshine child, Ogerpon is always happy to be around people, she tries her best to cheer them up whenever they're sad. But she will also not hesitate to fight if her friends and trainers are hurt, she lost someone she cared before, she will not lose them again. Very powerful in battle with her intelligence and flexibility, Victoria utilized the masks she had a lot, Victoria also make sure to clean the masks frequently.

Miraidon

Minor pokemon violet spoiler.

"WAIT NO, MIRAIDON! BAD DRAGON! THE SANDWHICH ISN'T FINISHED-"

Moves: Electro drift, Parabolic charge, Draco meteor, Charge.

Ability: Hadron engine.

Saving it on the shore of a beach in Paldea with a sandwhich, Victoria has now officially adopt a dragon motorcycle-

After the whole ordeal with professor Turo, Victoria kept Miraidon as a promise to take care of it to the AI professor. Now Miraidon is her main ride pokemon, it can run fast, run on water, climb mountains, fly- so Victoria pampers it alot, to the point where it becomes kinda spoil.

Unfortunately, Miraidon is quite a glutton, especially for sandwiches, it sometimes gets impatient and snatches the unfinished sandwhich that Victoria is making for it, making the trainer had to do a round tug of war to get the sandwhich back.

Because Victoria doesn't travel much anymore when she got to Twisted wonderland, Miraidon will be usually seen lazing around and sun bathe alone outside of Ramshackle, sometimes it will hang out with the other pokemon, but it prefers to be by itself most of the time.

Doesn't really like fighting and engaging in combat so it prefers to stay on the side, but if it is put in a dead end or saw that its trainer got hurt, p r a y.

Still very affectionate towards people, it will lick the people it likes and covered them with its spit. Gross, but adorable.

Meloetta

"Thank you for calming the pokemon down in these times, Meloetta."

Moves: Relic song, Close combat, Psyshock, Disarming voice.

Ability: Serene Grace.

While Victoria was traveling, she found a Meloetta getting captured by shady people, it was struggling so she saved it right away.

Victoria is aware of the power that Meloetta hold and understand why it was being hunted, so after she treated its wounds, she decided to contact some pokemon rangers to retrieve it to safety.

The pokemon ranger told her to head to their base but it's quite a long way, so for a while, Victoria and Meloetta travel together. Meloetta can sense the stress that Victoria has while dealing with team Plasma at the time, so it would sing to calm her down.

When they got to the pokemon ranger's base, Meloetta is completely attached to Victoria. The ranger that had call her told her that maybe she should kept it safe instead because of how attached Meloetta is to her during their journey.

Like Diancie, Meloetta is trained to protect itself by Victoria as she doesn't want to restrict its freedom, especially when it likes to sing to people and pokemon that are in distress to calm them down.

When Victoria got transported to Twisted wonderland, she and her pokemon became more stressed in this new environment, so Meloetta took the task of relaxing them with its song.

Is often seen with Victoria's Primarina having a duet, the two of them seem to get along well.

Meloetta doesn't resort to fighting when in a conflict, so it would usually sing to calm the oppnent down or run away by turning invisible.

#pokemon oc #pokemon #twisted wonderland #pokemon x twisted wonderland #twst x pokemon #twisted oc #pokemon x twst #twisted wonderland x pokemon

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sophiaphile · 5 months

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Dream Scenario accurately depicts how some people don't have empathy or compassion for other people until they have something similar happen to them. It also captured how frustrating it is to be boxed in and marginalized for things that are outside of a person's control.

Paul (Nic Cage) is a straight, white tenured professor teaching university courses on evolutionary biology.

He repeatedly invokes Rationality™ (as if rational thought can be fully divorced from emotion or normativity). At one point, he cuts Tim Meadows's character off and scoffs at him when he thinks Meadows is considering the "lived experience" of the students who are having heinous nightmares about Paul.

Early in the movie, his wife says she's not having these dreams, but she says that if she did, she'd want him in David Byrne's big suit coming onto her (or something like that I think). He laughs at her fantasy, not listening to what a real life woman is telling him she wants because it is inconsistent with the cultural messages he receives. After he criticizes her, she frustratingly says something like "fine you have a big cock, is that what you wanted to hear?"

He is an evolutionary biologist who thinks that he is smarter and more logical than everyone else. In a lecture, he discusses how zebra's stripes don't blend in with things in their natural habitat; it is a little baffling at first glance why they developed them, but when zebra are in a group their stripes protect them from easily being targeted by predators.

Human psychology (which Paul seems to reject as a field of study) might seem counterintuitive to nature. Given that we are rational beings, why would we judge things based on appearance when we know that there is evidence otherwise (these are just dreams or socialized biases about class, race, gender, etc.; we think we should know better)? Unfortunately, our own psychology is not always clear to us, and there are things going on below the surface of our stated beliefs and intentions, even if we haven't done the work to reflect on it.

On the other hand, developing a defense against traumatic events (real or imagined) can be a healthy defense mechanism, but such thinking is also harmful to those who get thrown under the bus for the group to feel safe (the singled out zebra and society's scapegoats). The dynamic is not fair, but it does make sense despite seeming irrational or arational.

He wants his academic work to be acknowledged, but he is famous for appearing in peoples' dreams. He is frustrated that he can't control his image or the narrative around it.

He hates that people make assumptions about him based off of their dreams, which he has no control over. He doesn't want to be boxed in. He starts to lose his status due to the box he's being put in.

He loses his job, and his wife also loses work opportunities because she's married to him. He continues to spiral and not consider his wife or kids' pov when they ask him to stop feeding into the media hype. He makes decisions that actively ignore his family's reported feelings and experiences because he feels he knows best. His wife leaves him.

Eventually, he is such a social pariah that only Jordan Peterson, Joe Rogan, France, Tucker Carlson, etc. will have him, but he doesn't want to be associated with right-wing hate.

Because he is boxed in such a stifling way, he can choose only between railing against his box, which gets him nowhere and leaves him with no financial prospects, or conforming and being allowed to participate in society in some compacity (much like people who are marginalized due to their perceived social identity).

Paul didn't care about other peoples' experiences (his wife and kids' reported lived experience of being uncomfortable and wanting him to stop what he was doing) because the system was serving him well enough that he didn't feel the need to question it, which is also why during his downfall, he threw in the school admin's face that he has a PhD and she just has a BA (even though she had her master's); he wanted to reinforce the hierarchy that had served him until it singled him out (via society forming bias against him based off things outside his control, like most marginalized people).

It is ironic because Paul keeps talking about the zebras, but he can't apply the same logic to human beings and that was his hubris. He thinks psychology is bullshit, but it does make sense from an evolutionary standpoint, just like the zebra's stripes do.

He took his privilege for granted and didn't realize he won the social lottery by being white, straight, and upper middle class. He scoffed at the idea of "lived experience" and griped that people need to grow up and that they are too sensitive.

Ironically, the discrimination he faced was his lived experience and other people didn't care because they couldn't help the way their brains formed negative associations with him/his image.

He wanted people to acknowledge his lived experience and check their biases towards him that were informed by their nightmares, but he ignored his wife and kids' lived experience, and he was unwilling to consider whether he was biased in his thinking that he knows best or that they were being too sensitive.

The final scene was crushing. He goes to his wife in a dream to give her the fantasy she described earlier in the movie: him in the DB over-sized Stop Making Sense suit. I wonder whether the suit was maybe meant to symbolize that Paul needed to let go of thinking he was right about everything and that all life adheres to Rationality™ (and instead adheres to a kind of logic he previously rejected). He needed to stop trying to make sense and be more open minded to others' views.

#dream scenario explained #dream scenario #nicolas cage #kristoffer borgli #a24 #philosophical movies #social epistemology #epistemic injustice

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scotianostra · 3 months

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Charles Darwin, was born on 12th February 1809 in Shrewsbury, England.

Yes he is English, but he attended Edinburgh University and he liked us Scots in general, going by this quote from the man:

“Scotchmen are so civil and attentive, It is enough to make an Englishman ashamed of himself.”

As a medical student in Edinburgh, It was on the shores of the Forth, at Prestonpans and elsewhere, that he carried out some of his early scientific work. Long before he became famous for what he discovered in distant southern seas and lands and then used in development of the Theory of Evolution,

Darwin became an expert in the marine life, especially barnacles, of the Lothian coast. He also learnt how to stuff birds (a skill that would be invaluable when collecting scientific specimens during his southern voyage on the ship Beagle, years later). His teacher was a freed black slave, John Edmonstone, who lived in the same Edinburgh street as Darwin. Edmonstone had told him about the South American rainforest in his native Guiana. It’s fascinating to think that this man, John Edmonstone, whose name is all-but forgotten, taught a key skill to Darwin, taxidermy, one of the most influential figures in science. He also gave young Charles an early taste, in his imagination, of one of the globally important natural habitats whose pleasures he would later experience at first hand. Darwin wrote of him:

“By the way, a negro lived in Edinburgh … and gained his livelihood by stuffing birds, which he did excellently: he gave me lessons for payment, and I used often to sit with him, for he was a very pleasant and intelligent man.”

As well as being complimentary of us Scots, Darwin was also a fan of our capital city, he arrived in Edinburgh in October 1825. He and his brother lodged at 11 Lothian Street. He described his lodgings in a letter to his father:

“We got into our lodgings yesterday evening, which are very comfortable and near the College. Our Landlady, by name Mrs Mackay, is a nice clean old body, and exceedingly civil and attentive. She lives in 11 Lothian Street, Edinburgh and only four flights of steps from the ground floor which is very moderate to some other lodgings that we were nearly taking. The terms are 1£-6s for two very nice and light bedrooms and a nice sitting room; by the way, light bedrooms are very scare articles in Edinburgh, since most of them are little holes in which there is neither air not light.

“We set out and walked all about the town; which we admire excessively; indeed Bridge Street is the most extraordinary thing I ever saw, and when we first looked over the sides we could hardly believe our eyes, when instead of a fine river we saw a stream of people.

“We have just been to church and heard a sermon of only 20 minutes. I expected from Sir Walter Scott’s account a soul-cutting discourse of 2 hours and a half.”

Not all was good though, Darwin had no time for Alexander Monro tertius, who had followed his grandfather and father as professor of anatomy, as he describes in a letter to his sister Caroline:

Monro “made his lectures on human anatomy as dull as he was himself.” “I dislike his lectures so much that I cannot speak with decency about them. He is so dirty in person and actions.”

Some years later Darwin visited Edinburgh again, in 1838, on his way to study the geology of Glen Roy. He spent some time on Salisbury Crags, studying the geology described by Hutton.

#scotland #scottish #history #english #geologist #natura #ist #biologist

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foreverlogical · 8 months

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The existence of Mifepristone, commonly referred to as the “abortion pill,” presents a unique challenge to the anti-abortion lobby. Because it is normally used to terminate pregnancies within ten weeks, well before any semblance of “fetal viability” has occurred, and can be used without any medical intervention, the arguments usually employed by those who seek to control pregnant people’s reproductive decisions are far less persuasive. Consequently, forced birthers are themselves obligated to invent new and novel justifications for their position. In doing so, they inevitably reveal more about their true motivations, which are ultimately all about control: specifically, and most obviously, control over women and pregnant people.

On August 16, a three-judge panel for the staunchly right-wing

U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit upheld (in part) the decision of the Trump-appointed Texas District Judge, Matthew Kacsmaryk, who had, at the urging of several anti-choice organizations, unilaterally suspended the Food and Drug Administration’s approval of use of mifepristone (known as the “abortion pill”) by women and others who might become pregnant. The appellate court, in a 2-1 ruling, permitted the drug to remain on the market, but affirmed the restrictions Kacsmaryk previously imposed, including a prohibition on prescribing the drug past seven weeks’ of pregnancy and forbidding the drug’s delivery by mail. Those restrictions, currently on hold due to a prior stay ordered by the Supreme Court, will almost certainly be taken up by that same Supreme Court for hearing and decision next year.

Both Judges in the Circuit Court’s majority were appointed by Republicans: Jennifer Elrod, appointed by George W. Bush, and Cory Wilson, appointed by Donald Trump. However, the third judge, James Ho, also appointed by Trump, dissented in part from the majority’s ruling while concurring with other aspects of its final opinion. In his dissent, Ho made clear he would have upheld Kacsmaryk’s ruling in the the lower court, which would have maintained an absolute ban on the drug mifepristone. In that separate dissent, Ho advanced what may well be the most disturbing rationale yet for prohibiting the right to abortion, as wielded by the the virulent forced birth lobby.

In essence, Ho would hold that Mifepristone, because it terminates pregnancy at such an early stage, would deprive doctors and medical practitioners of the “aesthetic” pleasure of peering into a woman (or pregnant person’s) body.

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As observed by professor Rhonda Garelick of Southern Methodist University, writing for the Los Angeles Times, Ho held that doctors could bring an actionable claim against abortion drugs based on the “aesthetic injury” they impart—to the doctors:

In what seemed a baffling argument, Ho wrote, “Unborn babies are a source of profound joy for those who view them. Expectant parents eagerly share ultrasound photos with loved ones. Friends and family cheer at the sight of an unborn child. Doctors delight in working with their unborn patients — and experience an aesthetic injury when they are aborted.”

As reported by Laura Clawson for this site, to bolster his bizarre position, Ho cited to multiple environmental law cases in which courts held that tourists or other nature aficionados were permitted to sue government agencies and developers whose actions had deprived them from experiencing the pleasurable “aesthetic” enjoyment of the natural world. For example, Ho argued, “[I]f a plaintiff has ‘concrete plans’ to visit an animal’s habitat and view that animal, that plaintiff suffers aesthetic injury when an agency has approved a project that threatens the animal.”

Leaving aside the crass comparison of women and others who become pregnant to wild (or captive) animals existing solely for the joy of viewing by others, Garelick recognizes in Ho’s opinion an even more sinister aspect about the forced birth movement in general:

To construe abortion as a crime against the privilege of looking inside women is to construe them as objects offered up for the visual consumption, pleasure and, of course, control of others. This is not a new concept. Psychoanalytic critics use the term “scopophilia” to refer to a presumably male audience’s erotic viewing enjoyment of the prurient presentation of women’s bodies in film or television, for example. Scopophilia objectifies women, turning them into visual surfaces to be looked at, embellished, augmented or reduced, perfected and consumed — in a word, commodified.

As Garelick notes, mifepristone uniquely prevents this type of “commodification” at the outset by forestalling any opportunity for medical practitioners to surveil their female patients. Because the anti-abortion, forced birth movement is—as amply demonstrated by Supreme Court Justice Alito’s opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, overruling Roe v. Wade—rooted in theocratic sensibilities about women’s proper, “subordinate” role in society, this is evidently intolerable.

As Garelick sees it, the language and reasoning employed by Ho and others of his ilk is not simply offensive. It’s not only a scramble on the part of the forced birth lobby to justify restricting abortion by any means necessary, but a calculated and intentional repositioning of the abortion argument in response to the existential “threat” afforded by a drug that can terminate a pregnancy before even the watchful eyes of medical practitioners are involved.

Mifepristone in this way offers women a powerful mode of resistance to the kind of compulsory bodily visibility that Ho advocates. Perhaps that’s why the judge chose the seemingly bizarre grounds of “aesthetic injury” to argue against access to the drug. It allows him to reposition abortion in the very realm from which mifepristone effectively frees it: that of prurient visual surveillance.

As has been repeatedly emphasized by pro-choice activists (and confirmed by forced birth proponents), the movement to restrict or dictate the reproductive decisions of women and others who become pregnant did not end with the Dobbs decision. Right-wing Republican judges exactly like James Ho (who was—and presumably still is—on Donald Trump’s shortlist for a Supreme Court nomination) will continue to spin legal arguments out of whole cloth until they achieve their goal of complete control. They will not stop short of that goal until they are defeated.

This is why the 2024 election, and the next, and the one after, are so incredibly important.

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mew-sanctuary · 1 year

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Welcome to Mangrove Island Pokemon Sanctuary!

A poke-ask blog set on the beautiful Mangrove Island! This island is home to a plethora of endemic life, this island is mostly untouched by humans. There is one building on the island, a old research station.

The sanctuary was established by Professor Mangrove, a specialist in rare and mythical Pokémon, when he bought the island sixty years ago. He believed the tropical island was prime habitat for the Pokémon Mew, despite no records of the rare Pokémon on the island. Despite his extensive records and notes of the flora and fauna on the island, there are no official records of Mew.

Currently, the island is owned and inhabited by Professor Mangrove’s great granddaughter, Top Ranger Alex and her partner, Gale.

All characters are currently available for asks!

Character References:

Important character notes:

Rosa and Ryo are the biological parents of the triplets Mito, Kami, and Aura, and Mewa is adopted.

Side ask blog of @psychic-nature

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i am going to talk about oc pokemon au and you cant stop me :] (or, alternatively, if you're spark, it just me reiterating it with proper wording LOL)

Orbit is a knowledgable figure, unsure if I want him to be a professor or not, but he's also someone who's going to be important in the balance of quality of life in both humans and pokemon in his town, ensuring that the people do not disturb the natural habitat, and that the townsfolk be able to live a good life within the town. Ike was / is Orbit's partner in this endeavor, but went missing (presumed dead) for a year or two while he was out on a diplomatic trip out of the region; The two eventually reunite, not to worry.

Alon and Lupa are field researchers that work with/under Orbit. Alon in particular used to be a gym leader of the region in his younger years, but decided to retire a full year before he and Lupa got married, wanting to focus on his family and trying to get away from the public eye. He and his husband mostly help with nurturing hatchlings nowadays, but occasionally do the fieldwork for their job, as well as personal outings with personal agendas, of course.

Lupa has always been so passionate about pokemon and their behavior, seeking to understand them more. He wandered around various regions, becoming champion once and never again, despising the unwarranted fame his younger self did not want. He also met Alon during his travels, starting out at the wrong foot but quickly becoming fast friends, with Alon freely offering Lupa his kindness and hospitability. Despite all that, he still challenges gyms for the sake of it even now!

AND NOW FOR THE PROTAGS

The story follows Mela, Orbit's daughter, wanting to be as accomplished as her father, and setting out to her own journey. She's accompanied by Akku, who is Alon and Lupa's son, and his boyfriend, Hiraya, who was often under Orbit's watch due to his parents often being called for their duties as Elites.

As the trio's journey goes on, they all end up in a rather far away snowfields; and Mela eventually meets a man who looks rather familiar... but can't quite place her finger as to who exactly it is. She wants to find out though, stubborn as she always is to get things right. It's weird though, because it seems like Hiraya's seen a ghost, but he just won't say.

In the end of this arc, Mela meets the lake spirits, and they help her remember who that man was to her. Is to her. Ike, her dad, who's been missing and apparently, just as confused as her, because neither of them remember each other etc etc.

AUUGHUAHU

IT ALL VERY . MESSY and unclear and i might renew a lot of this bc i havent thought about all it yet. the basic summary was this:

Story following though 3 childhood friends journeys, Mela being the main protag ??? wanting to be like her dad ??? Accidentally finding her other, long missing father in the process??? ENSUE TEAM ROCKET LIKE EVENTS AND SHIT GOES DOOOOOWN

Akku and Hiraya just there for silly goofy shenanigans and support. (Akku wanting to explore like his parents did, and Hiraya not having much to do anyway, being the current youngest and not having much direction in his life???? idkkk HAHA but he and akku share the same passion w/ loving pokemon, akku just wants to see if he can run though badges in the process)

anyway yah feel free to plonk your opinions on this, i obviously have a lot to research, like the lake spirits, and which pokemon can temporarily take away your bad memories and help return it when you have to face it (first thought was gothitelle??) or if i can make up a process wherein a venusaur knowing amnesia -> imbued that power in its spores/pollen to help ease sadness that its trainer is experiencing and how thats kind but also kind of. oof move on the venusaur. etc etc. idk HAHAHHA

#anyway.#can you tell ive enjoyed thinking about this? NDMNFDMN #oc talk #oc pokemon au #ALSO ITS EASIER TO . talk about ocs in an AU sense because that way if you know the context of pokemon you can understand the character #a little bit better #as opposed to their og au because that requires knowledge of their universe #that im being blatantly not forthcoming about #because i wanna write it somehow HAHAH #oc writing #it SHOULD count a bit mhm

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Chapter 24: Who is the Monster

The next day a sign was posted on the wall outside the great hall. Unlike Umbridge’s earlier proclamations, It was not an existing page of the student handbook. It was a brand new policy written in bold typed text, framed and nailed to the wall, out of reach of even the tallest students.

It is now Forbidden for students to enter the forest without the company of a professor or groundskeeper.

“Forbidden? How can an entire forest be forbidden?” Sirius asked, frowning up at the sign.

“This is Umbridge’s doing. I know it,” Lily said. “And it’s awful timing, too. I still need to return Timby.”

The Nofflemott had stayed the night in the blanket fort with everyone, curled up on Lily’s pillow and doted upon by all of her roommates. Alas, she knew it was the ethical thing to bring him back to his natural habitat. Plus she was running out of fruit to feed him.

“Suppose that’ll be another school rule I’ll break,” Lily sighed.

#what’s that?#a new chapter?#it’s more likely than you think!#unhinged Lily Evans!!! long may she reign #fic: tough tried true blue #wolfstar #lesbian wolfstar #wolfstar fic #marauders #lily evans

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aqqleshiqqing-archive · 8 months

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Familial September Day 2: Vacation

Undella Town's underground aquarium attracts a lot of tourists to visit their wonders - such tourists include Jaide, Ethan and Red!

The newly built underground aquarium that was situated just below Undella Town was the newest attraction to Unova - not only does it allow passerbys to acknowledge and watch in awe the curious marine life of the Pokémon that lived in the water - it also doubles as an alternative pathway for some people. Though, most would definitely visit just for the beautiful oceanic view.

This excitement fueled Ethan especially, since it was his first time visiting Unova. He was initially looking forward to Nimbasa City, especially the ferris wheel that his peers would tell him about - but after learning about the aquarium, he knew where his heart was at. Of course, Jaide was just as excited - because this is a rare opportunity to hang around with her brother. It's been years since they both decided to become trainers of their own brand, and Ethan has certainly grown up since starting out. He's a lot taller than her, which he still finds himself quite weirded out about - but naturally he'd have to embrace that change. But being taller than her simply made him happier to help her out in getting things out of her reach, and he never made fun of her for it.

Though, his childish excitement hasn't changed in the slightest - it can be compared to that time when he finally was given the opportunity to select his first Pokémon thanks to Professor Elm's generosity.

The entrance to the aquarium was open now, finally bringing an end to Ethan's endless wandering, putting his nose on things that shouldn't concern him just in an attempt to make time go faster.

He took a headstart into the door - and was greeted with a curious and most delightful view. It felt like the world was curved, the glass that separated Ethan from marine life was shaped like an arch, where he could do a whole head turn just to watch Pokémon in their natural habitat. It was beautiful.

Jaide tried to catch up with him, but he was too eager for his own good. But that's probably what happens when you're a tourist. Everything is an attraction. The young lady watched from a distance - watching Ethan bounce from one wall to another, palms against the glass and staring deeply into the wilderness of the ocean. She smiled at his entertained self, and felt happy for him.

Red was following Jaide, walking close next to her - he had his hand clasped with hers, it was a firm yet comfortable grip. It was probably his way of not trying to stand out, since his face was quite guarded from anyone who'd try to see him, but he still makes an attempt to look at the view too, because it's quite facinating.

"You know, Red. I don't think anyone's going to look at you."

Red perked up his lowered chin, looking at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Everyone's busy looking at everything but you!" she giggled.

'You don't have to worry. In fact, you should go sightseeing too!" Jaide raised her index, as she suggested that.

Red looked around, as she said. His head did a whole head turn as he slowly ingrained the lovely atmosphere that befell on him. He let out a gentle sigh, and looked back at her with a smile.

"I should."

She nodded her head. "Yes, you should!"

"I mean, look at my brother over there!" She nudged her head to Ethan's direction, the brother was still lurking around with a big smile on her face.

"He's feeling it. Y'know?"

Red let out a quiet chuckle, and nodded his head in agreement.

They carried on with the walk, not saying much. Red decided to look at the place once again - a few Mantines soared by, along with the little Mantykes. It was cute.

"Jaide, Jaide!"

Ethan called to his sister, returning back to her.

"There's something I saw, you gotta tell me about it!"

Without hesitation, Ethan grabbed her free wrist and pulled her to where he wanted her to be - and to which Red's hand that connected with hers, slipped away from grasp. Jaide looked at Red back with a little empathetic look, knowing that he was probably gonna be left alone for a brief moment. Jaide motioned her hand to Red, telling him to just carry on with his walk - giving a cute thumbs up after that. The brown haired man smiled without taking offense. He knew Ethan was looking forward to this anyways.

Ethan poked his index on the glass wall leaving a small thud - the Pokémon that stared at his finger was surprised at the thud, and swam away scared.

"That one, what's that one?" Ethan quickly inquired even as it swam away.

Jaide noticed the creature he was talking about, and was able to give him a full response.

"That's a Frillish - a water/ghost type, that one."

It was the pink kind that Ethan found - it looked really adorable to him, though he frowned when it dashed away.

"You like that one?"

"I do, it looks very pretty!"

Just as he said that, the Frillish came forward again, but this time she was looking curious about the two of them. She smiled innocently, and did a spin in front of Ethan - her skirt-like body flowed in the water beautifully which impressed the brother.

"Aw, I'd like to hug her. She's adorable!"

Jaide held a snort as he commented.

"Huh? What did I say?"

"Well, uh-" she started giggling.

"Those 'arms' of hers can poison anything."

"She can drag you... like 5 miles below if you were her prey. Still want her?"

The Frillish still looked innocently at both of them, maintaining that clueless expression.

Ethan looked mortified. His face turned pale even while Jaide laughed at that.

"Their next evolution - Jellicents, are also rumored to be the cause of sunken cruise ships, ya'know. They like drinking your life force."

" ... yeah, I'll pass."

Jaide laughed more as he concluded his change of heart. He looked rather uncomfortable.

"Man, I could've lived without knowing that part, sis."

"You brought me here -- I was just trying to help." She giggled half way, holding her cheek.

"I'm just gonna go now."

The Frillish, without understanding the context of the conversation - waved happily back at Ethan and Jaide, and continued on with her day, swimming away peacefully.

"Aw, that's all? Don't you want more Pokémon facts from your big sisteeeer?" Jaide teasingly offered with a cheeky smile.

"No, no don't actually. Only if I said so" Ethan held his hands up, waving them as a sign of declination.

"Why not tell your guy over there?" He pointed at Red, who was at the other side of the path.

He seemed to be staring at the blue ocean wall, his Pikachu came out of its ball to watch the view as well. Both of them had a face of awe, it looks like they're amazed by the intimidatingly huge Wailord that swam past them. The shadow casted by the Wailord completely towered over Red and his Pikachu, yet they didn't move an inch.

Jaide looked at him, seeing Red enjoy himself there was a nice thing to see.

"Nah, they're too invested. Let them be."

- This ones pretty short, but hey! I made something! Don't ever ask Jaide to spit out Pokémon facts while you're out with her 💥 It may be cursed

#I thought abt ethan today cuz i saw art of a grown up ethan weeeee #im still kinda unsure what's his personality here but ill figure it out along the way LMAO #~ writing #gold.fam #♥️ appleshipping

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