Hi!! Could you maybe write performer reader x amethio?
Amethio x Preformer!Reader | HCs & Drabbles
Note-- some of this is written at unholy hours of the morning(/lh) so some parts may not make sense, but I edited this in the morning again, so hopefully that balances it out.
Amethio was usually too focused on his work to look at work to watch anything really,
Conia was the one who showed him the pokémon performers, and you instantly stood out to him.
No matter what pokémon you had with you, you always brought out their full potential,
For crying out loud, you could be using Giratina and you'd be able to make the deity look graceful and like it doesn't have some twisted backstory
You were able to ace most, if not all, challenges that came your way.
Sure you may have struggled with some, but you kept going. You never backed down and that's what he loved about you.
The two of you probably met through Conia, she was a close friend of yours who was always there to support you, and even though you hesitated slightly at meeting Amethio, her superior, who wouldn't? You expected him to be a serious adult and not someone your own age, but she later convinced you that it was a good idea.
When you two finally met, you were in Sinnoh to relax and train your 'mons, and Conia, alongside Zir and Amethio were there because they heard of Kleavor and wanted to get to it before the RVT did.
You two meeting was a complete coincidence and it was unplanned, (Conia originally planned on having the two of you meeting up after their current mission which was to track down Kleavor), so it was a suprise when you heard your best friend yelling your name.
Hearing your name being yelled you quickly spun around to meet a familiar greyish-blue haired woman running over to you.
The two of you have been friends since highschool, and thinking back on it, she was like an older sister to you, always helping you get to class and was the main reason you passed calculus.
Crashing into your arms she gave you a tight hug, clearly missing someone who she views as a younger sibling. Your beloved partner pokémon quickly glances up at the two of you before letting out a happy cry and glancing at Conia, waiting for her to release her Psyduck.
You could see a taller man -who you assumed is Zir- somewhat behind her covering with a shorter man as they approached the two of you rather slowly.
"Your last performance was great, even Amethio and Zir watched you,"
A smile of pride paints Conia's face before she releases her Psyduck -now Golduck- to play with your 'mons.
"Really,?"
You would've never believed it yourself if it weren't for Zir nodding behind her, you wouldn't have believed her. Zir was never interested in anything related to performances, and as far as you've heard, Amethio would probably find it not worthy of his time as he's often training to get better.
But you were suprised to see that you were so wrong with assuming Amethio wouldn't watch you perform,
He enjoyed every moment of your performance, even the challenges that happened before.
The 'challenge' that happened before you had a performance against the Kalos Queen, Serena, involved a pokémon battle.
Not just any regular battle- well, it was a regular battle but it had a spin- you had to show off your partner's moves, and the way they phrased it was a bit off, but it was like a performance whilst battling,
If the two of you ever began to date, expect him to be at every performance. He loves watching you and your pokémon preform, even if you don't win and get to compete in the next rounds, he still is proud of you, knowing how hard it must be to perform not only infront of hundreds of people in person but probably thousands if you concider those watching online.
With that being said, if you ever struggle oe need help, he's the last person you should ask.
Amethio only knows pokémon moves in a literal battling sense, not a performance sense, so he won't be able to help you.
He barely even understands how you manage to turn any move into one for show instead of damage.
But expect him to be there for every performance (he will try his best to go to them, even if it means sneaking out and doing dumb teenager things, he doesn't mind it as much),
Quickly scanning the area, you look for the familiar ravenhead, he's always there to greet you after your performances, -but he did say that he might not be able to meet you because of something to do with summoning a legandary pokémon or something similar that you didn't understand-
You've changed into your regular clothes after the performance for comfort and possible safety issues as you've heard many rumours and horror stories of performers -especially female performers- being harassed by crazed fans.
Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you quickly spin around, anxious to see who may have recognised you, until you heard the familiar voice that put your mind at ease.
"I apologise, I had to get something, that's why I'm late," the familiar ravenhead told you as he handed over a bouquet of flowers, he had always bought you something after your performances without fail, and it truly makes you appreciate him more than you currently do if that's even possible.
In all honesty, you probably wouldn't be aware of Amethio's occupation and role with the Explorers, he doesn't want you to talk to the other admins as he doesn't want either of you to be targets of their comments.
If he does see any of them when the two of you are out, he'd try and avoid them,
If he can't avoid them, he'd definitely deal with them, excusing himself politely, saying that he sees one of colleagues and it is in your best intrest to not interact with them.
Amethio's worst nightmare would be Sango or Spinel finding out you're dating him.
Sango would make her usual Sango remarks whilst Spinel would tell him how shallow he is, spoiler alert- he isn't, he genuinely cares for you, and how it's a typical teenager relationship that probably won't last long
Jokes on him, Amethio never planned for the relationship to be short and genuinely wants it to work out, but if you ever want to leave, he won't stop you.
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HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO CREATE A BREADBEAST THAT POWERFUL
every time I try my starters die out of spite towards their delicious fate
What flour are you feeding? I almost lost Tex because I was feeding bleached all purpose flour. Once I switched to unbleached all purpose, she turned around and started having Opinions about things.
Everywhere I have read also says to feed with a 1:1:1 ratio (1 part starter, 1 part water, 1 part flour) by weight. But I was also told the starter should look and feel like "pancake batter" and - despite never having made pancakes in my life - in my VERY LIMITED experience, 1:1:1 makes way too thick a mixture. So, I usually keep 50-100 grams of starter, and more water and less flour. If I was keeping 100 grams of starter, I would add 110 grams of water and 90 grams of flour. Also you do have to keep enough of them I think. When I discard, I don't like to keep less than 50g of starter. You can probably still work with less, but I don't want to.
I'm also finding that I have to listen to her about when she wants to be fed. Everywhere says you're supposed to feed them once a day (if she's at room temp) or once a week (if in fridge) but I'm finding that MY room temperature is not "room temperature" but in fact is lower (because we're in the middle of a michigan winter over here). So instead of feeding her "Every day," I wait until I can see a clear layer of alcohol on top. I was told that's how you actually know they're ready to be fed, and it seems to be sound advice.
I've also seen advice about what to do with that alcohol; some people say mix it in, some say pour off as much as possible before stirring. I poured it off a couple of times and Tex was very sad afterward. I mix it back in, now, she does great. Maybe it works the opposite for some people, idk. I just know what works for me and Tex.
I'm editing to add: I don't know if the container matters but I got three Weck tulip jars (the one in the photos) and they have nice wide lids and the glass just sits on top and the curved bottom is easy to clean. I got three of them so that I could swap back and forth at feed. I stir her to mix everything, then pour off the measured amount I want into a clean jar and set it aside while I do whatever with the discard or rinse the dirty jar, then feed her in the new one.
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⌘ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.
𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 since envy heard his vintage doorbell ring, being so old & terribly weary, & still somewhat managing to deliver those last dying noises in the middle of the night almost as if determined to wake even the dead ( ── much to his surprise & dismay ). after all, on most idle days ‘twas usually just some neighbourhood kids looking for a ‘ spooky ’ adventure, or perhaps that one mailman who stubbornly came to deliver letters but, never at this hour. the children at best were far too frightened for such midnight dares...
so, who else could it possibly be... ?
the police didn’t know of his whereabouts nor did the new eden sanatorium, & the only friends which he ever had were all busy resting deep inside the earth in his very own little back-garden, leaving only the mind to wonder.
alas, taking his sweet time to sit up in bed, the little killer stares blankly at the long row of newspaper covered windows & slowly, with the creak of iron wires, gets up to leave the darkness of the bedroom. the house is terribly silent. so silent that each & every step sounds almost like a beat of the drum down the rotten stairway, occasionally muffled by the strangers voice & downpour of midnight rain. envy himself, however, never answers. he merely approaches the front entrance & without as much as checking who the late night visitor may be, finally opens the door. ❝ . . .. . ❞
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˖♪ও — Under Starless Skies
{ Open Starter }
The night brought a softer soundscape than the day. Less frenzied footsteps, fewer voices battling to be heard, a quieter rhythm. The calm it carried washed over Reina with the lapping over the waves. Hush.... Hush...
Reina sighed into the sound, pulling the flimsy shawl tighter around her shoulders. It was becoming increasingly apparent that she should have draped something a little warmer around her shoulders before leaving the tavern, but there was naught to be done about it now. She couldn't exactly go back there. Not after that performance. If it could even be called so.
The lyre sat at her feet, a guilty reminder that Reina's eyes kept wandering to. It was almost taunting her, the cursed thing.
"All the care I offer you and this is how you repay me?" she muttered fiercely, then made the smallest motion as if to give it a kick. The image of the poor thing, sitting helplessly with its single broken string, subjected to more damage, flashed through her mind. Gods. Now she felt even more guilt.
Crouching down so that she was covering the humbled instrument, Reina closed her eyes. A broken string was just that - broken, yet fixable. She had finished the performance calmly, then excused herself and fled. What a coward. Another mistake like that and the cracks could begin to show. And they mustn't. She could not allow it.
The sound of muffled footsteps behind her proved exactly this. Her eyes snapped open, though she kept unfailingly still. Was it a tavern patron, come to question or solicit her? Or something else. The night held not only calm. It held its own secrets too, as did its more favoured denizens.
"I'll have you know that I am armed," Reina said into the quiet. Granted, her only weapon was a blunt instrument, but there had been times when she'd had less to work with. Yet here she was to tell the tale. "And I do not appreciate those who take advantage of someone when their back is turned."
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