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Whumpmas In July: Field Medicine

Summary:

Daisy is scared of the Arcanine, but she knows she has to help it. Unforuntently, nothing is going right for her as she looks through her bag.

Notes:

THIS IS SO LATE FOR WHUMPAS IN JULY I’M SORRY. At least Scratch Writing Camp cabin wars forced my hand. :3 This fic can also be found here. Warnings: Animal injury (it is okay in the end), fairly high levels of stress Words: 3281

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Yellow, with her magical ability from the Viridian Forest, did a lot of healing on the fly. So did far away Moon in her far away Alola region, with her strange level of knowledge about antidotes and salves. So did a lot of trainers who kept their wits about them enough to have healing items on them. Daisy Oak, while a healer far above the capabilities of the average potion wielding Pokemon trainer, did not tend to do her healing on the fly.

She kneeled over the injured Arcanine, putting her all into fighting its natural intimidating aura as she did her best to try and see what was wrong with it. It lay spread out on the field, eyes open but glazed open, and terrifyingly powerful jaw limply open with the tongue lolling slightly. One of the rounded ears on its head was inside out the way a Vulpix's might when it got too excited, but with the huge dog doing nothing to correct the uncomfortable position, it was very worrying. Similarly, the legs and tail hardly moved, only the slightest twitch could have convinced her that the thing was still alive if it wasn't for the massive heaving of its humongous ribcage.

Daisy was close enough to have reached out to touch the thing, but she wasn't as confident in the kindness of these wild beasts as some other trainers, especially not one injured to the point of letting her approach without so much as a bark. She couldn't see any blood from where she was, but she knew that that did not rule out the possibility of a Pokemon battle here. She glanced around herself, but made sure to keep a good ear on the Arcanine in case it jumped up at her. (She didn't really know why she did, it's not like she could outrun it if she tried, and she didn't have a Pokemon on her. If it jumped, she was over.) It didn't move anyway.

There were signs of a scuffle in the grass, with some stalks bent in ways that suggested more than just the huge form of the Arcanine coming through. Still she saw no blood, but the dry fur of the Arcanine had not yet convinced her that a super effective water attack had not taken the poor thing down. (An injured fire type, especially one as powerful as this, could easily evaporate water from their skin when fighting pain or illness.) Yet she saw no signs of wetness in the area around the beast either. Perhaps it had been attacked by some powerful water type closer to the ocean and then wandered here to collapse, but it seemed far too weak for that to have been the case.

She relaxed slightly in noting that she was likely not going to have to deal with an angry Gyarados with no Pokemon in her hands. (There were other things to be afraid of, but after having seen her brother Blue battle Red's Gyarados she had gained a habit of shivering at the sight of their yawning jaws.) Unfortunately, however, there was more than just the issue of defending herself against attackers that was influenced by the lack of Pokeballs along her belt.

Her partner Pokemon, Chansey, would have been perfect for dealing with this thing. One egg into the thing's mouth, maybe a bit of some specific healing move effort, and it would be up and fighting again. Plus, with Chansey's high defense, the two of them would be able to hold off the Arcanine until it decided they were too much to handle should it have decided to attack. Unfortunately she spoke from personal experience in that regard, but being a Pokemon researcher and a former Pokemon coordinator queen had taught her all there was to know about healing her Chansey.

Which all went to show how much of a shame it was that she didn't have her trusty friend by her side for this particular rescue. The Oak granddaughter felt a bead of sweat rolling down her neck and she pushed her turtleneck into it, smothering the thing before it could make her more anxious than she already was. On that path she felt the thick leather strand of her amulet and gripped it tight. At least if she got attacked by that thing she would have backup in the form of that little thing. Her brother Blue had once survived a close range razor wind to the chest solely because of his. Daisy was glad she had kept hers with her so long for a situation like this.

She allowed her knees to slide her a little closer to the giant dog, stopping when it huffed as loudly as its battered state would allow. It did its best to sniff the air, but soon gave up with a painful whine. She tried to slide a little closer, and the whine changed back into a pained snarl. Daisy was terrified out of her mind, but despite herself, she felt her heart break for it. It was so beautiful and strong looking, how could such a beast be struck down without so much as a single drop of water as a clue to how? 

But what could she do without getting closer?

”Shhh...“ she half whispered, half hummed, hoping to have it understand that she wasn't a threat, “it's okay, I'm here to help.”

Unlike the non-powered animals that sometimes appeared in the forests and rivers of Kanto, Pokemon tended to have a bit of a grip on human emotion and intention. It wasn't perfect, but interactions with her own Pokemon had taught her that it was definitely true. (According to her grandfather, Professor Oak, it had something to do with that strange “aura” business. The same thing that Lucario and some psychic trainers worked with, and the same thing that her and her brother's amulets ran off of.)

Slowly Daisy reached into the bag she had brought with her, already knowing that there was a fairly high strength potion in there. She had stowed it away in case of accidents befalling herself on her trail through the Vermilion Forest. (It had been closed for so long that huge native Pokemon like Arcanines and Charizards had begun to naturally return to it in large numbers. That was wonderful for an uncountable number of reasons, but a bit troubling for a woman who had gone out with no Pokemon, thus the potion in her bag.) Still though, holding it in her hand, she hesitated to use it.

This was for two main reasons. For one, she still didn't know where, how badly, or with what the Arcanine had been injured with. She didn't know how much of its tiredness was due to exhaustion rather than injury, let alone how much could be healed with a potion. And for two, if or when she did manage to heal the beast, she didn't very well wish to leave herself open to being mauled by an Arcanine with no potion and only her amulet to protect herself from its terrible jaws, claws, and fire power. (She knew that part of that fear was the Pokemon's Indimitate power working on her, but play fighting with Blue's Arcanine had taught her very well that she did not stand a chance against one at full power.)

Remembering her brother's connection to the species, she felt a sudden flair of hope in her chest. That was right! Why didn't she just call him for help? He may not know exactly where she was, but with both a Charizard and a Pidgeot in easy reach of where she was, he'd be able to help out for sure! For a moment she almost laughed out loud as she fumbled for her phone- how stupid she had been not to think of this sooner-, but she made sure not to when remembering how easily a large animal like this could be set off, especially when injured.

Carefully she switched the phone on as she continued looking over the Arcanine, trying to figure out how best to describe her situation to Blue when he answered. (She supposed she didn't even have to call Blue in particular, she knew quite a few researchers in the area, and even a few Nurse Joys that she knew would be more than happy to help out.) Feeling nothing happening, she pressed the button again, wondering if she hadn't pressed hard enough with her shaking fingers.

She looked around the area.

Grass knocked down, spots where it had been burned away (but not in high enough amounts to convince her that the battle had happened here), a few brown feathers that she couldn't identify from where they were in the grass, and no water. An odd set of clues for an injured fire type as large as this one.

Her phone did not turn on, and she looked down, surprised. Had she pressed the wrong button? It wouldn't be the first time. She readjusted her fingers, and pressed again.

The screen did not change from black, not even by a degree.

Daisy felt her heart drop.

“Are you serious?” she whispered, almost forgetting her unwilling companion until it huffed.

Her veins felt cold.

She swore she had charged it that morning!

She reached frantically through her bag (well, as frantically as one could with an injured animal five times your size eying you warily), and found nothing that could help her. No batteries, no charging block, no back up device other than a notepad and pen. The only other item of note that she found was a Razz Berry.

This she clutched in her once more shaking hands and lifted above the bag. It wasn't the type to cure something as powerful as this (she was a researcher, but she wasn't sure what to say about it, and that scared her), but it was the type to maybe gain the thing's trust.

And she was going to need that trust if she wanted to give it a more thorough exam than a once over with her eyes.

“Hey buddy,” she murmured, lifting the berry with the tips of her fingers so it wouldn't bite them off if it somehow managed the energy to lunge, “this is for you, okay?”

The dog's eyes unglazed slightly and one ear perked ever so slightly. It made a very sad whine, but it didn't sound like pure pain this time.

Careful as could be, Daisy pulled the pieces of the berry apart, sure not to squish them but sure that the dog (despite its unbelievably wide maw) was going to need small pieces if it had a hope of swallowing this. She placed one of the pieces close to the dog's mouth (still not wanting to get bitten), but felt her heart sink with dismay when it seemed unable to get it.

How in the world could a Pokemon as strong as this be hurt this badly? How was something so naturally intimidating so weak?

She took the cap off the potion and put a few of the berry pieces into it. She poured a bit of the special spray into the cap and mixed it as best as she could. (She knew from experience that this brand of potion did not taste as bad as expected, so she had to just hope the berry trick would still work to get it to trust her.)

After seeing how the beast could not even lift its head for a single crumb of a Razz Berry she wasn't so scared for her fingers. She reached forward as gently as she could, let it sniff her fingers for probably longer than was necessary, and lifted its head enough to pour in the potion berry mixture. For a moment it struggled, but it soon became either too weak to continue, or realized that she was trying to help. Either was totally possible, they were intelligent that way.

She poured in the mixture and let the Arcanine swallow. (At least it could still manage that, or maybe it had been the touch of the high level potion that had let it do so.)

Sure, the Pokemon did not perk un instantly, but she still took this as a good sign, especially when it was able to move enough to fix the inside out ear that she had been too afraid to touch. One leg twitched slightly and she tensed, prepared to leap back if it should attack, but it showed no signs of doing so.

Carefully, she screwed the lid back onto the potion, ready to use it in a place that actually helped the main problem that Pokemon was fighting.

It stared at her with intelligent, no longer cloudly, eyes, sniffing repeatedly with its newly replenished strength as if that was the best way to judge her character. She looked down at its paws, trying her best not to make eye contact for fear of making it distrust her once more.

Carefully, after making sure it wasn't going to bite or scratch or breath fire at her, she reached forward and placed her hand (ever so carefully), into the striped fur of its side. “Are you exhausted?” she asked, slow and soft and sure not to look into the dog's eyes, “Is that part of it?”

It made a rumble that she knew from her days spent playing with Blue's Archaine. It was thankful for her stopping to help.

Unfortunately, though she was now fairly certain that exhaustion was a problem here, she didn't know what to do about that.

She had half a Razz Berry left, but that was nowhere near enough for a Pokemon of this size, and the sandwich she had packed for herself included some chocolate spread (sue her, it was good), and good not be fed to the dog.

She had a water bottle too, but she was pretty sure that showing a fire type that had JUST gotten to trust you water was not a good plan. Yeah they needed it to live just like any other living creature, but she was going to have to wait a little bit to do that. Worse, it was in an amount that she doubted it would help much for an animal of this size if it was as injured as she could easily tell it was.

Still shocked it was letting her do this (though aware that the rumbling in its chest was more out of pain than comfort with her movements), she ran her hands through the thick fur of the animal, looking for any physical injuries she had been unable to see under all of that orange and white.

There were some scratches that she could feel, but nothing as bad as would be needed to cause something like this from a physical attack like Cut or Horn Attack. (She had already suspected as much, a cut to flesh, even under fur, was sure to show up in the area around it, especially if most of that fur was white.)

Thinking better of withholding the water, and with no other ideas, she poured the final clumps of Razz Berry into her bottle and swirled it slightly to mix. (Fully shaking it would be too loud and too likely to set the thing off, especially with the weariness it was showing to the sound of water moving at all.)

”It's okay,“ Daisy reassured it, putting on her best 'I'm a Chansey trainer and I'm here to help you' voice, ”It'll help. Isn't your throat sore?“ Strangely, it seemed to understand her perfectly, and even opened its mouth to let the water in as she poured it.

As it drank (gladly, she might add), she thought the situation over. This state didn't seem to have come from a Pokemon fight, nor was the Arcanine injured in a way that suggested an injury from the physical environment it lived in. (No broken legs as far as she could tell.) It wasn't a traditional special attack like a Hydro Pump (no water in the area), Flamethrower or Thunderbolt (no serious burns). Was it possible that Team Rocket had done this? They totally had the technology to drain energy in this way.

Suddenly very convinced that her little hunch was accurate, Daisy nervously looked over her shoulder as the Arcanine continued to drink. She hoped they didn't attack her with whatever caused this, she would have any defence against that. (Okay, she still had about three fourths of a potion and her amulet, but still.)

”We gotta get you outa here,“ she whispered to the dog as it sadly finished the last of the water. While it looked a bit better the more it drank, she was totally out and didn't know the area of the forest well enough to find a spring that she would return easily from, ”but how?“

It made an attempt to stand, but stumbled and whined. Definitely an energy zapping move or technology.

”I'll get you that potion now,“ she said, ”sorry it won't taste as good, I don't have any more berries for you.“

Carefully, she gave the dog the rest of the potion. (Which was significantly easier now that it could almost move.)

This time it stood when it tried, and while it was clearly still weak Daisy felt a surge of that Indimitate power as she too stood. It towered at least two feet over her at the top of its head, even slightly hunched. Whatever Team Rocket was planning (because she was now absolutely certain of their involvement), it was going to be bad. The dog held its huge tail slightly between its legs, and despite its clear wild side, it did not argue as she began to slowly lead it in the direction of Vermilion.

Clearly, it trusted her now.

”We'll get you there,” she whispered, suddenly glad that this had not been a meeting to occur deeper into the forest, “There's a really good Pokemon Center, the Nurse Joy will fix you right up, okay?”

She kept her hand in the Arcanine's fur as she walked. Paw in front of paw, foot in front of foot, the two of them traveled.

This time, she did seem to have managed to do a bit of healing on the fly.

...

A few weeks later, the Arcanine had been released from the Pokemon Center good as new, however, she didn't seem to want to go back. Like many intelligent Pokemon, she had chosen Daisy to be her companion, and who was the former Coordinator to argue with her? At least Blue's poor old Arcanine wouldn't seem so lonely in his gym now, he was going to have a playmate every time Daisy visited.

Daisy loved her new Pokemon friend, and she loved her right back. After a week or so, her and Bill's current teams even started to feel comfortable around her, and life returned to almost normal. Normal with a dog two heads taller than her, but normal nonetheless.

And both of them were happy.

...Still, that long of a healing wait time for such a powerful beast had made quite an impact on the group of high level trainers that Daisy spent her time with. Dexholder, Reasercher, Nurse Joy, and Coordinator alike, they all knew the same thing. Team Rocket was back, and it was back with a plan. And nothing, not even a wild Pokemon as powerful as Daisy's new Arcanine, was going to be prepared for it.

Daisy just had to be glad that they hadn’t seen that she had caught them red handed.

Notes:

(I FORGOT TO WRITE AND THEN FORGOT TO POST I AM SO BEHIND!!!) Anyway, I love her so much!! Unsure if you can tell but I really want to continue this. Let's see if that happens huh? Comments appreciated!!

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Two pixel Koya because my computer camera sucks

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Part 2 | Ten Things I Hate About You | Pokemon DPA

Youtube video | Scratch link

My animation commissions are open!!

More notes under the cut. :)

Instructions: Press the green flag twice. The finished part will play, and then a WIP version I decided I hated lol.

Characters: Jun (blond) and Mitsumi (green hair)

Also I was gonna animate Hareta because "dumbluckshipping" but for some reason I drew Jun which was a mistake because even though I love him I HATE to draw him.

...No one saw me share this for two seconds by accident okay???

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Notes and Credits: DragonQueenZ for the map and general pallet! @savebatsfromscratch (me) for the animation! Scratch bitmap of course. Pokemon DPA. Song: Ten Things I Hate About You by Leah Kate

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Very short oneshot drabble thing.

Also found here.

Summary:

Main Cabin Daily #9 Description: “For this daily, it's your job to omit an ABC’s sign in your writing. Your story has to contain a minimum of 300 words and no words in your story can contain said symbol that you pick. And this sounds hard, but it's worth it for 250 points!! And, you gain an additional 100 points for sharing. Now, if you look back upon this daily, you’ll spy not any “e’s.””

Notes:

I chose to not use “j.” I also ended up not using “z” and only used “q” one time, but z felt like cheating so I adjusted for j instead. :) Also a wee bit of Pokemon biology, how do we like this… Words: 311

“Hey guys,” Red read aloud as he typed carefully into the grass type dexholder text stream, "Saur has been doing this weird thing and I wanted to know if anyone knew why." He glanced up from his communicator, watching as his Venusaur Saur bit into the tree a little harder. Red stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and held up his communicator, capturing an image to send of the behavior he was talking about. It wasn't like he hadn't caught Saur doing this before, this was simply the first time he'd tried to question it.

He'd been looking through books on Venusaur behaviors and noticed a distinct lack of the one that was currently in front of him. There was all the usual stuff, waiting in the sun after especially painful battles in order to perform photosynthesis, spreading the petals of their flower extra wide when encountering a fellow grass type, dropping their leaves in front of their eyes when it was time to sleep, the usual stuff an animal did. But as he had flipped through page upon page of grass type book, he had found not a single note of what he saw now. He had started to wonder if he had somehow imagined every time it had happened before Saur started it up again. He pressed send on the photo and put his communicator down. Surely this was simply so unimportant that all the books had simply neglected to mention it and that was it.

...

Far away, Crystal stared open mouthed at her communicator. A Venusaur biting into a tree in order to drink its sap stared up at her. Branches and leaves shuddered and fell as the sap was drained from the poor tree. This was it! The behavior that she and her fellow researchers had been trying to prove!

She began furiously typing.

Notes:

I actually like this one whoop whoop! Comments appreciated!

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Warrior Cats but they're show cats.

Summary:

Ivypool is jealous of how well Dovewing is doing, and Hawkfrost provides her the means to best her sister. However, they aren't warriors, but instead show cats. Edit: This is based on a short comic by deactivated tumblr user fridaystar. (I was able to find it.)

Notes:

Main Cabin Daily #7, Description: “Have you ever read a book and wished that you had come up with the same idea first? Well, today is your chance to pretend you did! For 100 points (and an additional 50 for sharing your work), write a 150+ word spoof on a famous book. For example, write an excerpt from “The Thirst Activities” or summarize the first book of the “Barry Otter” series. (basically like a parody of the original wok for those confused. it doesn’t *have* to be famous or extraordinarily popular, just something you enjoy!)” This was inspired by a comic I saw somewhere once about Warrior Cats but they’re show cats and it has the exact same intensity as the official books. I have no clue who made up that idea but I love it so here’s a mini shot at it. :) Also, HELP, I kinda really love this au what in the world. I might actually continue this. Words: 1,220

Fic also under the cut and here.

Ivy was a pretty cat, but not as pretty as her sister Dove. Despite all the training in smoothing her fur and blinking her eyes that she had received from her owner and mentor, Dove still won every ribbon and bow there was to earn. Was it in their fur? Or was it something deeper? Dove had a gorgeous pure grey pelt, with a fluffy tail even more amazing than the older cat “Cloud” that their owner also owned. Besides, Dove’s gorgeous shiny eyes were far more captivating than anyone else under their owner. The judges liked to say that her eyes were so pretty, it was like she saw everything they wanted her to do. 

Ivy had to admit she was jealous. Despite her bold stripes and clean white patches, she was no show cat next to someone with as amazing a tail as her sister. It seemed their owner, “Thunder” as the other cat owners nicknamed him, had a style that just did not suit her. Her owner did not pay as much attention to her as to other cats, and her mentor hadn’t won nearly as many ribbons as Dove’s. “Lion” the judges called him, for his amazingly fluffy mane, and “Lion” the cats called him, for the amazing muscles that rippled under his perfect orange fur. He fit the vision of their owner far better than Ivy ever could, and with Dove training the ways of fur grooming and tail swishing in his pawsteps, it was clear that she would soon fit the same way. 

…That was, if she didn’t already.

Ivy was going to have to train harder than she ever had before, but with her mentor being unhelpful, and the owner not paying her mind, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. She looked up from her fluffy cat bed, it seemed like just yesterday she and Dove had been but tiny kittens, each battling with the mouse toy like it didn’t mess up their pretty fur. Their mother had scolded them, but Dove had been first to listen. So when the owner had looked down at them, it had been clear who to choose. The adorable fluff ball with the perfect tail and the perfect posture, or the scraggly kitten still batting at the toy? The answer was obvious.

Ivy shook herself, rising on skinny legs and swishing an even skinnier tail as she padded across the center of the room. The owner was kind to her and her fellow cats. He even let them out of their cages most of the time. That’s why she needed to get better. She didn’t want to get traded away to a different owner. Because she’d miss the others, of course, but also because of the increased freedom that “Thunder” allowed them.

Besides “Star,” Ivy had heard that other owners weren’t nearly as kind.

With the girl named River the cats were given baths near daily, and even though Ivy had heard during the contests how much they loved feeling clean, she knew for a fact that she would hate it. With the one who owned that sheepdog “Wind,” the cats had to live at all times with five dogs in the house. With the guy who also raised hedgehogs and had apparently named one of them “Shadow The Hedgehog,” it was even worse. (With a name that ridiculous the cats had named him after it, as a clue to his idiocy.)

And the one who lived in that cabin all the way out in that dark forest…

“Psst! Hey!” A voice called from above.

Ivy jumped, it sounded like it was coming from the window, but how was that possible? All the feral and wild cats always stayed clear of Thunder’s house. (Something ridiculous about not wanting to go to the “cutter’s” and loosing their “warrior clans.”) Plus, ever since Lion’s sister Holly had escaped with so called “Fallenleaves” through that very window, it had always been locked tight, especially when the owner wasn’t in the room.

So who in the world could that be?

“Come on kid!” the voice called again, and Ivy jumped when she realized she knew that voice after all. She looked up at the window and saw the dark shape of Hawk gazing down at her. He smiled, all sharp teeth, and nudged the window a bit closer to open, “Your owner left it open, come up here!”

Hawk was scary because of who owned him, but he had quite a few ribbons to his name. With her mentor unhelpful and her owner uncaring, he was the best option she had. Ivy looked around the room. All the others were asleep, even Dove. 

“How did you get out?”

“I eat with the warriors at night, they like to hear about what we do here.” He said, as if that explained everything. He swished his amazingly groomed tail and the dark bands of fur stood out against the sky. Ivy’s eyes almost bugged out. He was perfect for this job. Even though his words didn’t explain anything, Ivy was desperate enough to nod along.

She flicked her tail and imagined it far prettier. Hawk could help her.

“How do I get out?”

“You see that cat tree?” Hawk asked, pointing towards the cat tree that Fire always used when he was hyping up the group for a next context, “Climb that to reach me.”

“But our leader sleeps under there! And Jay! He has such good ears he’s gonna hear me!” She felt her fur fluffing and blushed. Oh no, this three time ribbon winner was seeing her fluff her fur? He must think she was such a rookie!

He smirked, “If you want to get better it doesn’t matter what they hear right? Plus…” he pointed his nose towards the door on the side of the room, “your sister is in there with the owner now, she won’t hear, she won’t even know that you’re training before you’ve been her…”

He was totally right. 

Ivy was up the cat tree before Hawk could even finish swishing his tail at her.

He gave her a smile, far prouder than anything she had ever received before. Not from her mother, not from Dove, not from her mentor, and especially not from her owner. He purred and pushed the window the rest of the way open, “You are one smart she-cat, I’ll make you ribbon worthy in no time!”

She couldn’t stop the purr in her voice when she asked, “Where are we going Hawk?”

He smiled at her and ran his tail over her back. “To some of my friends back with my owner, they can teach you the tactics far better than your “Thunder” ever could.” He turned and hopped away from the house and Ivy’s pelt shuffled with excitement. This was the first time she was going out of the house outside of her cage and off of her leash, and it felt amazing already. The wind in her fur, the stones under her paws as she hoped onto the wall after him.

No wonder a cat named after a bird would be the one to free her, this was going to feel like flying !

Under the cat tree Jay flicked his ear and opened his blind eyes. How interesting.

Notes:

Jayfeather is watching because he’s got the magic dream powers and this scene replaces Ivypool's dream. Yay. I had way too much fun with this, comments are appreciated!!

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Mini Toxic-ish Agencyshipping Oneshot from Scratch Writing Camp!

Summary:

Main Cabin Daily #5/5 minute Word War with @Zyzeryko Description: “Get your keyboards and pencils ready—it’s time for word wars, where you can take on a new opponent each day! Check out the project now for more information: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1194557054 No points can be earned from this daily, but completing a word war will boost your cabin from now until the end of the session”

Notes:

Note: This was a war with Zyzeryko, and stemmed from this comment. I got interrupted two times and had to talk to people while writing this. 3 I didn’t stop though. Rip my word count. Words: 383 (I lost. Not unexpected. XD)

Also under the cut and on Scratch Discuss.

Black was raring to go for the Pokemon League, it wasn’t gonna be his first one (obviously, that’s how he had gotten in this situation in the first place), but second was pretty good! And, of course, it would be his first League since getting out of that blasted Light Stone. That had not been an ideal circumstance that he had found himself in. He had enough in him to say that, but after his first league, and being in that Light Stone for a whole year, he and his team were pretty ready to stretch their wings and get fighting again. (What? Did you think second meant he had come in second place, no no, he’d been in first, he’d just gotten a little bit stuck there.)

White didn’t need to realise how bad it made him feel that she’d only found him so late after all of that. He knew how much of a deal it was to her that he’d gotten out at all, and he knew how badly she’d been trying. It had just taken so long. And it was a bit hard to get past that feeling that she could have done more if she’d have let him move on his own with his league ideas since the beginning. Maybe if she had taken him seriously, he wouldn’t have been so behind on training that something like this happened. Maybe if she’d cared about his dream, instead of just blindly expecting him to carry hers, she’d have been better trained earlier, enough to stop the fuzing.

But oh that was crazy talk wasn't it? 

It wasn’t her fault, both of them knew that. It wasn’t anyone's.

Except maybe Team Plasma’s.

And White’s.

And Reshiram’s.

And Clay’s for digging up the thing in the first place.

And, well, Black’s of course. 

…

No no, that was crazy talk.

The league was coming up again, and he couldn’t wait! Brav’s wings were tired from all that flying through the Pokemon Dream world inside of the light stone, and Musha’s dream misty was all but spent. (Black had really been about to give up by the time that those people had popped in. His dream had been almost used up.) But nonetheless they were ready to fight.

And raring to go.

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regretably.

Meme #845

(Image description in ALT text, original image below the cut!) 

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10 year Scratchiversery for Huntedskelly soon! Here's my drawing. :)

(It's a signature page but mine was so hilariously ugly I had to draw something because I felt bad.)

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Whumpmas In July Day 1: “I’m Sorry” - Sun and Moon from Pokemon Adventures

Sun says "Oh" four times and tries not to cry - One sided Deliveryshipping

Summary:

Sun tries not to feel entitled to Moon's attraction. The fact that he does makes him feel even worse.

Notes:

Note: Deliveryshipping but I’m evil and made Moon aroace (like me) so Sun is left sad forever. (I do actually like this ship a lot, and Sun is one of my favorite characters. This is just how I like it best haha.) (This also includes mention of the Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure characters and one Pokemon Anime character. This is because I love them.) Also I did this super duper dialogue heavy because the thing I wrote yesterday had absolutely none. Words: 1,531

(Fic also under the cut.) @whumpmasinjuly-archive

“I'm sorry.”

As far as Sun was concerned, that wasn't even the beginning of an apology for how bad he was feeling. And then, when he thought that, he felt even worse. Who was he to assume she would want to go out with him anyway? Who was he to act like he was being kept away from something he deserved? Who was he to act like one of the most respectful possible rejections was an attack on him as a person? But knowing that those questions all had answers that told him to leave her alone didn't make him feel better.

“Oh.” He looked down at his feet. They looked stupid in his stupid sneakers and stupid socks. Stupidly, with his hope put into something he knew was not going to work, he wondered if she would have given him a better chance if he had been wearing something nicer than his scuffed up shoes and baggy capri pants and baggyer T-shirt.

“Sorry, it's not you."

She sounded so apologetic that he instantly felt even worse all over again. Moon with emotion, what do you know!  He was really pathetic huh. Moon hardly even showed emotion when there was something she really cared about. Honestly, the most expressive he'd ever seen her was when she'd jumped away from the Lei prank when she'd first arrived in Alola. So if she had that much emotion in her words, there was no doubt in what she thought about him.

Pure pity.

“Oh.”

Sun had never really liked when people felt pity for him.

That's why he'd struck that deal with Faba instead of wallowing in guilt and sadness after his grandfather's death. That's why he'd never cried when Team Skull skimped him on a dollar or two. (Their laughs would have been bad, but the worried glances of onlookers and tourists would have been even worse.) 

Pity wasn't a feeling that he wanted to even cross the minds of those that looked at him. Not when he was five, not when he was ten, not ever. Even though he was short, and tended to be wearing at least one cast or five bandaids at any given time, and had a Pokemon that didn't really listen to him, and had lost his grandfather's island to a corporation that didn't even care about the people in Alola, Sun wasn't someone to pity.

He took all of those injustices in stride, and turned them into business opportunities and conversation starters with potential clients. Being so young and so new in the actual business of his line of work, he had to. If he didn't, where would he and Kiawie and his other fellow couriers go?

Exactly.

When a person pitied someone like him, they didn't want to help, they just wanted to feel bad for him and then move on with their day. Moon didn't want to be with him, and now he doubted she'd even feel comfortable working with him again, with how long he'd been staring at his shoes at that point.

Arceus. She'd already graduated college somehow, and he'd just barely gotten into a reliable way of gaining money. She was a girl from Sinnoh, where trainers like her wore tanktops and miniskirts in full blizzards. He could hardly walk down the street without falling and needing medical assistance. She was so out of his league that it was laughable to think about the fact that he had ever considered her.

”Sun,” she said again, her voice softer now, but no less pitying, "It's not your fault." 

How couldn't it be.

“I don't blame you," she added, almost reaching out for his shaking wrist, but stopping short when she saw the look on his face, ”It's not like I'll stop working with you, we're dexholders.“

Was that all they were to her? A couple of coworkers?

He tried to tell himself that he was being ridiculous. That there was no way he should have assumed she'd like him back, that there was no reason why he should be reacting like she'd hit him with some terrible insult. He had no idea why he was acting like she didn't have a perspective in all of it as well. Seriously, how would he feel if someone he worked with asked him out and then acted like the entire world was ending when he said no?

She didn't have to explain why she didn't want to date him, why was he letting her?

”-really I never got a chance to date anyone, I didn't want to-“

Oh great. Now the science major was trying to explain romance to the guy she'd just rejected. He pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, noticing the familiar burn of almost crying in his throat. 

Oh great. Now the guy who'd gotten rejected was making his crush feel like she needed a reason not to like him back. Now he was just being a bad friend.

”Moon,“ he said, stopping her in the middle of her sentence. ”It's okay, you don't need to say anything if you don't want to, you can just pretend I never asked okay?“

She must have noticed he sounded more serious than normal (and that his voice was the croak of someone with the flu) because she looked worried. Seeing this, he abruptly changed his mind from earlier. Worried was a way worse look than apologetic on someone who had just rejected you.

”Oh but I-,"

”No seriously, it's okay, I'm sure I'm not up to normal standards- which is fine by the way- you don't have to..." he trailed off, seeing her face morph to “offended" for a brief moment. (Oh Arceus, that was EVEN WORSE than worried.)

”Sun, that's what I was saying,“ she said, thankfully sounding less offended and more amused (how that was a “thankful” was beyond him), ”You're great, I just... ah...“

Now it was her turn to trail off, and he felt the bite of tears in his eyes lessen a tiny bit. ”You're dating someone?“ he asked, horrified that he may be stepping on toes. He flashed through all the people the two of them knew between them. Lillie probably couldn't beat him up, but if she was Moon's girlfriend she'd probably cry when she heard that he'd asked Moon out, and that would be even worse. Gladion could probably beat him up. Hau probably wouldn't but crushing on a bro's girl was an even worse offense than crushing on a bro.

Or maybe it wasn't even someone in Alola! What about Sinnoh? Moon had just been back there visiting her sister, what if she had run into someone more fitting of her time than some roughed up guy from Alola? Sun's mind flashed through the other Sinnoh dexholders, landing on the blond triplets (Jun, Pearl, and Barry for good measure), all of whom made him look like an actual size toddler doll in comparison. Hareta was about Sun's height, but he made up for it with insane muscles and even more insane actions. That wouldn’t end well for someone as scrawny and injury prone as Sun. Koya was a police officer, that wouldn't end well. Mitsumi was a better battler than the champion AND made Sun look like a toddler in height, that wouldn't end well either. Diamond wasn't outwardly malicious or mean, but he could cook a mean meal, and Sun knew he wouldn't be able to resist if it was poisoned.

Oh Arceus, poison. Moon could totally poison him if she wanted.

But Moon spluttered out a, "No!” so fast and so aggressive that Sun couldn't even step away from her before she did. His racing thoughts relaxed slightly (though his speeding heart did not) and he looked at her in her dark eyes as she smiled lightly.

“No Sun, I am not dating anyone, and I don't think I ever will.” She said it so kindly it was like she was preparing to put him down later.

"Oh?“ he squeaked, trying to get some of his usual humor back in his voice as he said, ”Was this that bad of a conversation?“

She shook her head but lent him a bit of a smile. ”No, that's not why.“

”Oh.“

He was back to looking at his feet, though this time he had the nerve to kick a little sand around.

“Sorry for asking you then.” he murmured, feeling her hand light on his shoulder and seeing her tropical patterned shirt grow a little nearer. She hummed a little, and before he knew what to prepare for her arms were around him and her chin was up by his ear in a tight hug.

He didn’t think he’d ever been hugged so genuinely by her before.

He didn’t want her to let go.

“We’re friends,” she said, pulling back but leaving her hand on his shoulder, “you don’t have to apologize for something like that.”

“Better than coworkers?” he asked, “Even though you’ll see me at the lab tomorrow?”

She smiled and began to walk away, “Definetly.”

He wished she wouldn’t.

Just being told it was okay didn’t make him feel better.

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Notes:

Ehehe I love them ever so much. Comments are very appreciated!

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Pickaxe - Animation Commission for "Robot"

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This was a really fun character to draw!

Character belongs to "Robot" from another site. @savebatsfromscratchsavebats (me) for the animation. Scratch bitmap. Sound effect is a combination or a default scratch sound effect and me punching a couch.

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Fancy Flying (Skyborn flying focused oneshot.)

Summary:

Ellie Meadows takes wing in a test flight in ascension. It’s nice up there.

Notes:

This is my first Skyborn fic, I hope there will be more because I love it. (First flying fic in a while and first Skyborn fic ever!!) Words: 2,079

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Ellie stretched a big stretch, smiling as the sun warmed her feathers as they shivered with the size of the stretch. She held one arm over her head, with the other holding it securely around the middle as if scared it would pop off her body if she stretched it too far. The concern wasn't the most valid thing in the world, but she had been lifting heavy baskets of seeds and earth all day, and though a lot of the work had been concentrated in her wings as she fought to bring the stuff back and forth across the fields, her arms had taken quite a bit of the weight as well. That was just the kind of thing she wasn't going to have to get used to if she wanted to be a real contender in the ascension to being a Goldwing. (She'd heard Zain talking to some of his high clan friends about the kinds of weapons that prospective Goldwings had to carry up that dizzying mountain peak, and the very idea of lugging a broadsword straight up any sort of distance was enough to make her arms hurt.)

She'd decided then that carrying the heavy baskets in her arms was just as important as getting the speed of flying across the entire sunflower field in double the time of her fellow sunflower workers. Speed was important to the race of ascension, of course it was, but to hold her own she was going to have to get a little bit more balanced with her muscle mass than just in her wings. How else would she get to the level of the Goldwing who had fought that Gargoyl? A Goldwing with no weapon (as she'd heard Zain joking with his high clan friends), wasn't exactly much  better than a Goldwing with clipped feathers.

Even so... Ellie let her arms fall back to her sides, though they still ached for a little more attention from the stretch. Her wings, though she relaxed them slightly, did not get the rest that her arms did. Weapons were important, but wings were even more so. Without the natural wing length and  seemingly natural upper body strength of Zain and his fellow Hawks (and other high clan people like Eagles and Falcons), she was going to have to put her all into speed. That wsa one of the good things about being a Sparrow, she supposed, how quick she could move and how fast she could turn. Even Zain couldn't rival her when she weaved between light fixtures and fences on her way across town.

Ellie gazed up at the cloudless sky and felt her wings shiver again, but not with the feeling of a good stretch or a cool breeze. No, that was pure excitement. No clouds meant safety in the sky, and the warm sun meant that she still had ample time left of seeing when the clouds would be rolling in. Today was perfect for a fly!

She elected to ignore the fact that she had been flying much of the day already, with large buckets of earth, seeds, and oil even! What was one more other than great practice and great fun? Exactly!

Ellie braced herself in the sunflowers, her brown speckled feathers flaring out as she un-relaxed her already open wings, preparing for a quick takeoff. (While practicing with Zain she had taken quick note of his slow takeoffs in comparison to hers, something she'd seen too in other more classic Goldwing picks and other Hawk clan members alike.) It was her best advantage, and also happened to be one that made her feel really good.

She bent her legs, felt the rustle of the wind under her wings through the tall sunflower stalks, and LEAPED.

The wind caught her instantly, but she quickly readjusted with some mad flapping, zipping her straight up in nothing less than an explosion of petals and seeds that her and fellow Sparrows had missed. (Oops.) She whooped and twisted into a twirl, her legs locked straight down behind her and her toes pointed as close to a ballet pose as she could manage. (It was pretty close, she thought, she'd been practicing making herself as aerodynamic as possible, that's why she'd taken her brown-ish hair back into her short pigtails in the first place. Well, that and keeping it out of her eyes.)

The sky was wide and free and open, and she couldn't have been happier to have been free if it had been on her birthday. Mother Rosemary was no doubt going to be looking for her soon, but Ellie was sure that no one, not even the adults, could catch her now as she zoomed up and into the sky. (Practicing the ascent, she told herself. Her ascent.)

The wind buffeted her, but she was prepared. Her arms were flat to her sides, her sash was tied tight but still buffeted like the mane of a galloping workhorse as she rose. Her wings hurt from all the practice of the day, and though she knew all about straining muscles and how bad it could be, the speed she had been managing lately made it feel impossible to stop. How could she rest or slow down when flying felt this good in her feathers?

She was doing so well that she wished she had invited Zain along to watch her. He would be impressed, she just knew it! With the picking season coming to a close, she and her fellow Sparrows had been working harder than ever, and she hadn't even gotten a chance to practice with Zain in the past several days. She was pretty sure she had gotten way better than he had in those days, even with his father working with him on wing stretches and proper technique. 

The thought made her tear up more than the scream of the wind around her, and she grit her teeth determinedly. While his father helped him train to be on her level, she fought to fly by his side in revenge for her own father. That was what good friends were for! Working to be amazing for each other even in the absence of each other. She took a short glance down to see how far she had gone, and felt relief in knowing that Zain could almost definitely see her now. (That was, if his eyes were good enough to see an ant sized Sparrow girl in the clear blue sky.) He’d have the same confirmation she would feel, and that made her feel utterly amazing.

Her feathers gleamed with the fresh sunflower oil she had applied to them earlier in the day. They shown with the pride of her mother and father, and every other Sparrow who had had to die in the process of living to fly. They shown with her own pride too, the pride of someone who was going to make it. A girl who would be the first Sparrow Goldwing, ever.

And how could they possibly deny her that glory?

If the king and his knights could see how high she had flown, and how fast she had done it, they would be forced to wonder how they hadn’t let her become a Goldwing early. Even though her wingspan was short, and she was just a tiny bit shorter, and Zain’s flightfeathers were just about the length of her entire dang body (though she liked to say it was without her head), she was just as valuable as the others. How couldn’t she be? She’d followed the King’s Ladder perfectly, and look how high she had climbed it!

The world was laid out below her, wide and open and shiny and new and so much more beautiful that a fledgling could ever imagine without a trip under their parents’ arms. Mother Rosemary had told her not to fly so high, that Sparrows didn’t do that and live, that the only thing you would find up there were Moonmoths and Gargoyles and high clanners with their hands so far into their own feathers they might as well have had a beak to preen them, but Ellie knew better. To her, if Sparrows didn’t live while doing this, they couldn’t very well live at all.

She knew her parents would have agreed with her, especially under a sky as clear as the one that her feathers gleamed under now. It made her mad to think that such sights weren't something open to everyone on every day. It made her mad to think that such sights couldn’t be seen in the beauty of night without fearing a hidden cloud. It made her mad to think that anyone could hide their wings in fear of the Gargoyles. And that’s exactly why she had to ascend. That’s exactly why she would have Zain at her side. He knew what it meant to be a Goldwing, and he knew why she deserved it. Together they would win, together they would fight the Gargoyles, together they would make sure that no one was ever grounded again.

She circled, becoming accustomed to the cold of the sky so high up in the sky (even in the burning sun the winds made her shiver in her short sleeves). The air was thinner here, but she took in in strides, positively grinning at the shallow feeling in her chest. Yes, she was prepared.

…But what was a practice without some fancy flying?

Ellie gave her wings a harder flap than the ones strictly required for her to remain airborne, allowing herself to raise even higher (to the complaint of her aching shoulders). Once up, she lifted her arms and twisted her legs, one and then the other, allowing herself to pivot into a dive with the grace of a Kingfisher despite her differing wing shape. Following the motions she had seen Zain take (with the ease of a Sparrow being told to flit between houses, she might add), Ellie folded her wings to her sides, connected her legs once more, and let gravity take her.

If rising had felt like a rush of wind, this must have been something more like a hurricane.

Her stomach dropped first, and despite her attention to remaining aerodynamic, her wings shivered once more with excitement as gravity took her. It was like being put in a wheelbarrow that was rapidly going down a hill, except way faster, and way cooler, and WAY more like a Goldwing.

The wind felt like sharp thorns on her skin and in her feathers and hair, but in a way that was somehow good. The slowly setting sun made the world glow flashy oranges and reds as the previously miniature houses and boiled down splashes of sunflower began to come into focus once more. The colors matched her sash and feathers, and that made her grin despite the tearing pressure on her skin.

She didn’t know how often Goldwings got to dive like this, but she hoped it was often.

The yellow of the sunflowers rose to meet her, and Ellie spread her wings in the way Zain had told her didn’t hurt the shoulders later, allowing her dive to transform into an elegant swoop that was completely unlike Mother Rosemary and completely like a Goldwing. A swoop fit for a Hawk, or, apparently, a swoop fit just for her.The petals of the sturdy sunflowers twisted away under the rush of her wings as she flew towards their golden centers, letting the sun warm the back of her neck as she swooped across the fields. She whooped as the cloud of yellow rose in her wake, gold like the sun, gold like her future uniform. Gold like the striped feathers of the one who had saved her wings all those years ago.

She had thought she had flown faster across the farms earlier in the day, but this had to be twice the speed. She would have laughed at her earlier self if she could, but she was too happy to let it cross her mind. Her entire body shivered happily in the glow of the setting sun. Despite her lesser weight and smaller wings, she was faster than Zain was, she was sure of it. If this was how a Sparrow could fly when she put her mind to it, Ellie had no idea why they had never thought to become a Goldwing before. 

No idea at all.

Notes:

I admit I haven't gotten my grubby hands on book three yet but I REALLY like this series. Ellie my beloved. Also I haven't written a flying fic in so long!!! I need to be back here!! Scratch discuss link if you want it lol: https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/828518/?page=1#post-8618074

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Gangnam Style - 12+22 - Pokespe

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Instructions: Press the green flag and enjoy! EYESTRAIN WARNING!!! Sorry it took so long.

Well, since I realized this was going to get finished in July, I decided to make my two parts include the two Pokespe characters with birthdays in July! Ruby and Gold! :D

Characters included (described in order in pallet): Ruby (dark blue hair), Sapphire (orange hair), Emerald (yellow hair), Gold (dark blue hair again), Silver (red hair), Green (purple hair)

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Notes and Credits: MatthewMarshOnCS for the map and pallet! @savebatsfromscratchsavebats (me) for the animation and such. Scratch bitmap was the program of choice. Pokemon Adventures for the characters. Song: Gangnam Style by PSY

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Meme #844 🏳‍🌈 Keep your heads up as we leave this month! 🏳‍🌈

Image description in ALT text. :3 Notes on what these memes mean below the cut.

(Kinda ran out of tags for all the fandom meme ones but I got all the character tags in.)

Original images found here (not enough room for all of them in this post): https://www.theonion.com/things-to-never-say-to-someone-who-just-came-out-1849079422

Ruby, his mom, and Norman. His mom is accepting but Norman is being his classic bad parent self.

Sabrina talking to Green (f). Sabrina is known for her "spoons of destiny" trick.

Bonnie and Serena from the anime. Bonnie is known for pointing out beautiful women.

Hareta and Koya but I made it a ship so it's Yuujoushipping yay.

Hareta's dad is Kaisei. He would say that for sure.

Crystal's mom is overly critical of her clothing choices.

Meyer, presumed to be talking to Bonnie.

Volo being religious I dunno.

Ash owes Misty that bike still.

Sun and Moon. I think Sun would say that.

Platinum's butler Sebastian, presumed to be talking to her.

Conway, presumed to be talking to Dawn.

Gladion is queer, we all know this. /half joke

White is a business woman and would not miss that chance.

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Hello Kitty - Serafina Series Animation Meme

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Spoilers!! More notes under the cut! My art coms are open!

Instructions: This meme will have SPOILERS. Pretty vague imagery but spoilers nonetheless. Mostly for books 1 and 2. That also goes for the descriptions in the character list which is why I'm making this so long.

Press the green flag and do not steal my art or animation or code via recoloring tracing or flat out stealing! You can totally remix but it might be hard given it's a mostly frame-by-frame meme.

Included characters (not in order exactly): Serafina (Girl with striped hair, black panther, girl with black hair. Yes all of them.) Brayden (brown haired boy with black dog, Gideon) Waysa (black haired boy, dark-ish panther) Pa (brunet man in apron) Rowena (red haired girl with the staff) Serafina's mom (the striped panther, the woman with striped hair who isn't drawn with a body) Serafina's full panther siblings (the kittens with Waysa) Kess (the peregrine falcon) A random rat (the random rat) The angel statue (black and white angel silhouette)

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Notes and Credits: Song: Hello Kitty by Jazmin Bean Characters from the Serafina Series (specifically the first two books) by Robert Beatty Program: Scratch bitmap Animator/coder: @savebats (me)

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Inspired: X X X Remix Tree (In general)

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Meme #837

(Image description in ALT text, original image/drawing below the cut!) 

I’m not usually here for this ship but this was their vibes tbh. Drawing done on 6/11/25 :)

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Art style chalange! :D

Program: MSPaint (I put most of my effort into the shaded one in the canon style whoops.) My art coms are open!

Reference images below the cut. :)

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Serafina and the Black Cloak my loved

Silly doodle thingy that I couldn't get the idea of out of my head. (Programs: MSPaint and Kirta) I have open commissions!