#KALOS IS COMING BACK MY BELOVED

[bloos-bloo]

I just have a strong hyper fixation for greninja 😭 my baddd-

[fiilemade]

// hottest thing in the world u can do btw is have fun

[spitfirerose]

Been looking at PLZA theories and speculations, so here's my own two cents.

Buckle up, kids. In this essay, I will...

Explain that you can't have a game set in Kalos feat. AZ & Floette without the Ultimate Weapon. Let's say the Urban Redevelopment Project is being used by our potential villain(s) to accomplish their goals under the radar. Do they want to become immortal by being within its radius? Bring back someone from the dead? Or perhaps wish to wipe an entire region off the map? Are they working alone, or is someone else manipulating them and using their power and influence to get what *they* want, since they wouldn't be able to on their own?

Whichever the case, the Ultimate Weapon *needs* Pokémon as a power source. *A lot* of Pokémon. It sure would be convenient to have a full supply of "wild" Pokémon available in the City to harvest at their leisure. No one would notice them missing. They're meant to be captured, after all. Perhaps these strange disappearances are investigated by Looker & Emma, especially if people's Pokémon begin to vanish as well (the aforementioned "incidents" occurring in the City). And hey, if those Pokémon aren't enough, there's always that peculiar Floette said to have lived for thousands of years. She could probably recharge the Ultimate Weapon as many times as desired. All the villain(s) need to do is lure her away from AZ. They could do it themselves, or enlist the aid of a certain rival that just happens to live and work there, and is just so, so happy to support their boss with whatever he needs.

Secret villain Urbain/Taunie and my life is yours. Seriously, their names are literally a reference to the Project. It is time, GameFreak. Everyone and their mothers suspect Jett & Vinnie, it would be perfect.

Anyway.

You may be wondering what purpose will Xerneas and Yvetal serve in the meantime? In X and Y, the Legendaries were used by Team Flare to start up the Ultimate Weapon (unlike AZ who didn't need them). There's any number of ways for them to return (Hoopa shenanigans, XY Protag released them, there's more than one, etc.), and since this is a Legends game, both will be available. If one villain wishes to revive a beloved companion, they may be after Xerneas. The other wishing for death and destruction will have their sights on Yvetal. Just like with deciding to team up with the Diamond/Pearl Clan to ultimately determine if Dialga or Palkia are caught first, it will be up to the player to decide what order they want to rescue the Legendaries in.

It doesn't really matter though, since the lives of people and Pokémon will be at stake regardless of player choice. That's where Zygarde comes in, except this time Squishy is not our friend. All of Lumiose City *will* be destroyed if Complete Form Zygarde isn't stopped from trying to clean up the true villain's mess (by creating an even bigger one, of course). It's up to you, the player, to deform Voltron and save the day. Maybe with a little villain redemption while everyone takes shelter in Hotel Z....as a treat.

As a bonus, it's revealed that the reason Zygarde took an interest to you at the start (aside from being the Chosen One™️) is that you remind them of the XY Protag aka your half-sibling. I see you, Sycamore and Grace. I see you.

Anyway that concludes this essay. It's too cool of a concept to be canon because they're all cowards, but damn if it wouldn't be incredible, game-of-the-year material.

[minlahzz]

A little Lunchbox Love.

synopsis: alain leaves for a trip, but not without a stack of homemade bentos and a note for every meal, all from his beloved partner. word count: 1k+

you can tell why this took long i put my whole pusay power into this:p I cringed a bit, but yknow

alain never asks for much. that’s just how he is.

he lives quietly, travels around the kalos region often, and keeps things to himself in that typical alain way—soft spoken and unreadable, so when he told you he had errands that’d keep him away for a few days, it wasn’t with drama or complaint. just a simple “i’ll be gone for a while.” you expected it, he was the winner of the kalos league and made a big name for himself.

you nodded.

and then you got to work.

because sure, maybe he doesn’t say much, but you listen closely. you remember the way his eyes light up when he eats your tamagoyaki, the way he hums under his breath when a soup’s been perfectly seasoned, how he picks the vegetables out of certain dishes (rude) but eats them anyway if he knows you cooked it.

so no, he didn’t ask for anything—but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t send him off properly.

when he walks into the kitchen the morning of his trip, it's to the sight of a neatly stacked collection of bento boxes, labeled and color-coded with little sticky notes fluttering on the lids like post-it confetti.

“…what’s this?” he blinks, already sounding overwhelmed.

you turn from the stove with a grin, spatula in hand. “your lunch. and dinner. and maybe snacks. depends on how fast you eat, monsieur scarf man.”

he stares at the boxes. then at you. “…all of these are for me?”

“unless charizard wants to try sashimi,” you tease.

truthfully, it’s more than a little overboard. there’s grilled fish bento. there’s karaage bento. there’s seasonal vegetable stir-fry with soba and perfectly sliced tamagoyaki bento. the rice in one box has a tiny heart pressed into it, the pickled plum dead center. there’s even a dessert box with delicate matcha daifuku and sweet potato tarts. you outdid yourself.

and he knows that. it’s obvious in the way he hovers near the counter like he’s afraid to touch anything, like it’s too much to even accept.

“…you didn’t have to do all this,” he says, voice soft.

you flip the stove off. “i know. but i wanted to. just take them, okay? they’re easy to carry. and there are instructions.”

“instructions?”

you grab one of the boxes and pluck the sticky note off the lid, waving it like a flag. “see? reheating tips. reminders. and a few things to make you smile.”

he hesitates before reaching for one of the notes. he reads it once. twice. and then something in his shoulders eases.

“‘remember to actually chew,’” he recites quietly. “‘and don’t glare at anyone too hard unless they deserve it. love you, loser.’ okay the last part was not apart of the instructions...” he pauses. “…you drew me as a charizard.”

“it’s accurate,” you snort. “look at the hair.”

he looks at you unamused crossing his arms, he shook his head denying it. when he finally begins loading the boxes into his bag, you see the way he tucks the notes into his pocket. he tried to look sneaky, but failed. he stayed at the door a bit longer than usual that morning.

you don’t say much when he leaves—just a simple “come back alive!!” and a kiss on the cheek. he doesn’t say much either, but you knew he was happy from how much he kept staring at his bag.

—

he texts you a photo two days later.

it’s blurry and slightly off-center, but it’s unmistakably one of your bento boxes, opened on a rock near a field with charizard in the background. nestled between the compartments is one of your silly little notes: a cartoon drawing of alain and charizard angrily fighting a rogue piece of lettuce with a sword.

his message: the food’s still warm. the note’s stupid. i’m keeping it forever.

you don’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

—

when he finally returns from his long errand, he doesn't immediately come to disturb you or wake you up. you'll wake up from your nap, your kitchen looks exactly the same. your spice rack’s still alphabetized. the dishes are still drying on the rack. but you notice something different despite that.

there’s a little paper stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

it’s a folded note. and in neat, sharp handwriting you know better than your own, it reads:

"everything tasted better than i remembered. thank you."

and under that, scribbled a bit messier:

“(also i did chew, stop slandering me.)”

you laugh, did you love a socially awkward idiot? yes, but that just made you love him even more.

[artsy0wl]

Trust in All the Wrong Places (A Perfectworldshipping fic for Perfectworldweek)

A few weeks late, but I finally got my entry done for the last day of Perfectworldshipping Week.

“It’s just a meeting. Rose just wants some information on Mega Evolution to compare against Dynamaxing.”

“And to take Kalos’ beloved professor on a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“But he wants to take you out to lunch with a seaside view.”

A stack of clothes were unceremoniously tossed into a suitcase. As Sycamore closed it, arms wrapped around his shoulders. A light weight landed on his head as Lysandre’s rested on it.

“Of course it is.” Sycamore recalled. “Hulberry’s a seaside city. And according to Rose, the seafood at The Captain’s Table is to die for.” Lysandre grumbled. “You really don’t trust people, do you?”

“I trust people.”

“Name one person you trust.” Sycamore twisted around, pushing back slightly to face Lysandre. “Besides this beloved professor.”

Lysandre paused, as though contemplating the inquiry. “I trust Malva… and Steven Stone.”

“Makes sense. Malva seems like a trustworthy advisor. And you trust another businessman in Steven, so it’s not like you distrust businessmen. Then again, he does seem reliable.”

“He doesn’t have his father’s ego and I admire how he balances his research and championship.”

“Okay. Last I checked, Rose doesn’t have an ego despite being the sole founder of Macro Cosmo. And he seems to care deeply for his region.” Sycamore held Lysandre’s arm. “So what makes him different?”

“I don’t know,” a hand cradled the side of Sycamore’s face, “something feels off about him. Like he’s more interested in you rather than your research.”

Lysandre’s thumb twirled dark strands of hair, contemplating the thought. It may have sounded strange, paranoid even, but it worried him. Something about Rose’s demeanor was suspicious. He seemed too enthusiastic. Too curious. Too invested in other people’s work.

He understood the need to expand and explore resources, and Lysandre could understand how Sycamore’s work could give him some feedback. At the sane time, Lysandre knew that Sycamore was a charming man. Infectiously so. And eith their relationship not quite public yet, Lysandre worried that someone like Rose would want to take him. Romantically, professionally, or both.

A hand held Lysandre’s, pulling him out of his train of thought. “Trust me.”

~

The flight was set to go out at noon. It’d be a two hour flight and his meeting with Rose would be that night. The flight back would be tomorrow morning.

“I’ll call you when I get settled.” Sycamore promised.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I’d hate to inconvenience you by stealing you from your work.”

“It wouldn’t be an inconvenience.”

Sycamore chuckled, picking up his suitcase. “I’ll be okay. I’m a big boy.” As his flight was announced, Sycamore hugged Lysandre. “Got to go.”

Not waiting for a response, Sycamore ran to the departure gate. He only paused to wave back at Lysandre with a lax smile before disappearing. Once everyone was on board, the door was closed and after a few moments, the plane took off.

~

The Captain’s Table. Sycamore arrived a half hour early, wanting to make sure he got there in time. Since landing, he hadn’t heard much from Lysandre outside of him acknowledging that Sycamore had a safe flight. He wasn’t sure if he should worry, but figured Lysandre was busy with clients.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was mingling with some admirers.”

Dawning a hat, shorts, sunglasses, and a white shirt, Rose took the seat across from Sycamore. Sycamore smirked, unbothered. Once Rose was settled, a waitress came to take their orders. Once placed, she went to pit it in.

“You’ll love the food.” Rose assured. “Though that isn’t the only thing that I hope you enjoy while you’re here.”

“Of course, Galar’s a beautiful region. That itself makes the trip worth it.”

“Indeed. If we weren’t meeting on business, I’d give you a full tour.”

“Another time perhaps.” Sycamore’s arms crossed on the table. “Speaking of business, why did you call me out here? Not that I don’t mind traveling, but a video call could have been easier for a Mega Evolution inquiry.”

“I wanted it to feel more… personal. Despite your generally approachable demeanor, you’re quite the reclusive fellow.” A hand landed on Sycamore’s arm. “I wanted to meet you.”

“That’s… reasonable. I can be pretty reserved when I want to be.” Sycamore moved his arm. “So, what would you like to know?”

“I suppose I’d like to start with how it’s different from Dynamaxing.” Rose stated as the food was delivered to their table. “Both capitalize on strengthening Pokémon.”

Sycamore nodded. “Mega Evolution doesn’t require the particles that Dynamaxing does. It’s more like an evolution. One that affects a Pokémon’s abilities more so than a traditional evolution. It’s still a mysterious phenomena, but with enough research, I’m hoping to discover the truth.”

“And where do the Mega Stones come into play?”

“Going back to evolution, my theory is that they act similar to stone evolutions like Arcanine, Roserade, and so on. However, Mega Stones were affected by energy from Xerneas or Yveltal three thousand years ago.”

“Interesting. It sounds similar to Eternatus during the Darkest Day. After its defeat, its energy opened the doors for Dynamaxing.”

“I suppose they do share that similarity.”

“Do you think Mega Evolution and Dynamaxing could be used together?”

“I’m not too familiar with Dynamaxing, but I suppose they could, in theory. Though I wouldn’t recommend it since it may cause a great deal of stress.”

“Oh?”

“Some studies have found that Mega Evolution, despite it being a sign of a strong bond between a Pokémon and its trainer, may cause physical pain. Adding a growing size may worsen it. And I would rather not risk put them through more pain if that’s the case.”

“Fascinating. You really know your stuff.”

“I would hope so. It is my specialty after all.”

“True, but you haven’t been a professor for as long as Samuel Oak or your mentor Rowan. So, you still have time to figure out all of the answers.”

Though it may not have been intended, the observation hit Sycamore’s confidence. While not entirely wrong, Sycamore felt like he was making progress. More than previous professors who studied it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Rose’s hand held Sycamore’s. “You’re doing a lot of good work. On your own no less. I’m positive that you’ve made progress and will continue to do so.”

Sycamore’s gaze fell. “Yeah…”

“Enough about that.” Rose pulled Sycamore’s hand towards the middle of the table. “I’d like to get to know you more. As a person. Would you like to stay a little longer? I’d love to take you out on a more… casual evening.”

Grey eyes shook, startled. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. As tempting as it is, I’ve got to get back to Kalos.”

As Sycamore tried to pull his hand away, Rose held it in place. Rose’s other hand held Sycamore’s arm.

“I insist. If you’re worried about lodging, I can get you a suite in Wyndon. All expenses paid.”

Sycamore pulled his hand away. “Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”

Rose chuckled. “I’ve done some research on you, professor. An up and coming professor who studied under the esteemed Professor Rowan. Charming, if a little awkward, and alluring.” He leaned in closer. “I can offer you stability, resources, and love. All you have to do is promise yourself to me.”

Sycamore stood up, keeping a faux smile as a chill ran down his spine. “As tempting as that is, I… I’ve got to go.”

Before he could walk away, Sycamore’s arm was grabbed. He was yanked forward, a warm sensation landing on his mouth. A hand held the back of his head, holding him there.

A strained breath escaped Sycamore as he squirmed around. He managed to push away from the kiss, but the grip Rose had on him remained as he was yanked closer to Rose.

“Don’t be shy,” Rose kissed Sycamore’s forehead, “an opportunity like this doesn’t come every day.”

A hand moved to the bottom of Sycamore’s chin. He wanted to yell. Scream at Rose for the nonconsensual advance. But before he could get it out, Sycamore was yanked back. The scent of coffee and cinnamon graced Sycamore’s senses as he was shoved behind someone.

“Lysand-”

“Is this how you treat all of your guests? Or just the pure hearted ones?”

“You know,” Rose mused, “it’s quite rude to interrupt a conversation.”

“And it’s down right criminal to assault an unwilling professor.”

“Assault? Please. Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re sealing a deal.”

Lysandre’s fists clenched. “As my partner, Augustine is my business, you pompous, entitled bastard.”

As his fist flew forward, his arm would swiftly be yanked back. Turning his attention away from Rose, Lysandre was greeted by scared, silver eyes. Sycamore whole body shaking.

“Take me home.” Sycamore clenched Lysandre’s arm tighter. “Please.”

Lysandre’s expression softened, focusing on Sycamore’s distress. As much as he wanted to lash out further, Sycamore took priority. So if he wanted to leave, then Lysandre was ready to follow suit.

“Okay.” Lysandre sighed, prying his arm from Sycamore’s grip so he could hold hid hand. He then glared at Rose. “You aught to thank Augustine. If it were up to me, you wouldn't make it out of here in one piece.”

~

“You probably want to tell me, ‘I told you so’, don’t you?”

Reading a book in bed, Lysandre waited for the professor to join him. He paid no mind to Sycamore pacing around the room as Lysandre waited.

“No, I don’t.”

“But you were right.”

“And you were taken advantage of.” Lysandre turned a page. “It would be insensitive of me to berate a victim because of my suspicions.”

“But you were right and I probably deserve it for being so stupid.”

Lysandre closed his book and set it on the nightstand. “You didn’t deserve that. What you do deserve is comfort and understanding. And nowhere in that includes further traumatizing yourself because you think you deserved this.”

“But…”

The blankets were tossed down, opening a spot for Sycamore. A squeak escaped the professor, not finding the words to argue as Lysandre lightly tapped the spot next to him. It was a tempting offer, and Sycamore knew his body was tired beneath his swirling emotions.

Sycamore sighed, flopped on the bed. He cuddled up to Lysandre as the comforter was draped over him. Lysandre turned the light off.

“Do you still trust me?” Sycamore inquired, hiding his face in Lysandre’s chest.

“Of course.” Lysandre ran a hand through his hair. “If I recall correctly, a wise professor once asked if I trusted anyone besides him… and I suppose I do have a hard time trusting many people besides him.” His hand rested on Sycamore’s back. “You didn’t enter that situation willingly and I worry that people will abuse your kindness.” His hand did a gentle circling motion on Sycamore’s back. “I want to keep you safe in this cruel world.”

Sycamore shuffled around slightly. “And I thank you for it.” Leaning over, he kissed Lysandre’s cheek. “And between you, me, and the fence post, he’s a horrible kisser.”

Lysandre snickered. “I’ll be sure to add that to your biography.”

Sycamore snickered. “Don’t you dare.”

Rolling over, Lysandre got on top of Sycamore and kissed him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63015379

[icecoldbeauty]

♡ The bite of the chill is powerful, isn't it? ♡

Greetings, I am Lorelei. Former Indigo League elite four, retired and living peacefully on Four Island in the Sevii Islands of Kanto.

Make no mistake; I still battle, hard to get away from that especially with my skill and my fame, hah! I'm just no longer with the league. My matches are strictly casual now, and fewer and far between... (I've no idea how Agatha kept it up so long, I tell you.) If any of you are still young enough to recognize me, my former position is probably where from, haha! Not exactly a lot of people on Four Island, you know? Suppose you could say I'm more of a small town girl. Never paid any mind to the whole social media phenomenon before, you know, but I figured I ought to give it a try now that I'm craving being more, well... social again. I know a lot of the younger trainers today love sharing their journeys here, or becoming internet celebrities and what have you, but you won't get that kind of excitement from me unfortunately. Just a middle-aged woman who wants to talk to more than just the same 19 people over and over again, haha! My team likely looks a lot different than it used to, to some of you. I did my fair bit of travelling since my league days, it was only natural to befriend some of the new beautiful Ice-types the world had to offer me. My current party for when I do actually battle these days consists of my beloved Operetta (Lapras ♀), Neptune (Dewgong ♂), Ariadne (Froslass ♀), Chalcedony (A-Ninetales ♀), Larimar (Glaceon ♂) and Borealis (Aurorus ♂). Some of my other darlings include Pirouetta (Jynx ♀), Shard (A-Sandslash ♂), Pearl (Cloyster ♀), Sage (Slowbro ♂), Nitro (Frosmoth ♂), and Morozko (Mamoswine ♂). If there's anything else you're curious about, ask away- I'll answer happily no matter your question. [OOC UNDER CUT]

It's Michelle back again with another blog for a character probably only I care about! Lorelei you're so pretty please come back pleaseee All the notes I have for her rn: - Lorelei here is 56 years old. I wanna say she retires from the E4 somewhere in early 30's, spent some time travelling, and now is living quiet and simple on Four Island again. - Looks damn good for her age, keeps on top of her looks a lot she enjoys fashion and beauty - She still has a massive plush collection, is still buying new ones, and is only slightly embarrassed about it lol - Of course her Lapras is the one she caught as a child; her Dewgong, Cloyster, Slowbro and Jynx are the ones she battles with in all her canon appearances save her FRLG and Let's Go rematches which added Piloswine and A-Slash. She would catch those later post retiring her position, and evolves the Piloswine all the way up. I just gave her mons names that sounded pretty and felt fitting to the mon! - Her glasses are not for show she needs them, can just barely see what's in front of her when they're not on - She owns a piece of Slowbronite, but it's more of a souvenir/keepsake from one of her Kalos trips than anything- she doesn't have a keystone of her own and can't actually mega evolve Sage. - This portrayal ignores her anime and manga appearances, draws from mainline game and Masters EX only and rest is personal interpretation/headcanons - She's lesbian but thinks she's too old to date anymore. That does not mean she doesn't have anyone that she wishes she was we support middle aged women yuri on here 😈 I'll update this if I come up with/establish anything else that feels relevant enough Suggestive content is OK (preferably in moderation). All kinds of interaction is allowed, all types of mail is on, magic anon is on, union circle on likes & follows come from @/michelle-kyura and my pkmnirl blog hub is at @michellespkmnirlhub can find musings art plans etc for this and any of my other blogs there. will update this whenever needed

[nkmblackhyuuga]

Maybe FINALLY next Eeeveelution?

My dream. This 2024 is going to be horrible.

After an eternity without evolutions, WHAT IF Kalos BRINGS THEM BACK TO US. Either a dragon, or, ideally for me, a ghost. Another game bringing false hopes.

The residue of the ultimate weapon affects the evolution of a certain pokemon (our beloved Eeevee), leveling up with certain ps (more 75% for dragon type, less 25% for ghost type) + location (near Geosenge Town ie).

There is so much just for the ghost type. The sheet ghost, the mummy, the zombie, the skeleton, a remix!, some possessed object! chains! And the caith sith theme, cheshire cat, the black dog, cù-sìth, cerberus/hellhound.

Feathered dragons (queztacoal), Chinese, typical one idc!, hydra! maybe with armor!

Maybe Yvetal and Xerneas color themed in their shiny forms!

Come on tumblr, throw that red ball at me. You can break my nose if you want.

[spiralingstairs]

LOSING MY MIND OH MY GOD??? MEGA EVOLUTIONS COMING BACK??? KALOS MY BELOVED??? I WOULD'VE TAKEN A GEN 5 REMAKE BUT THIS IS SO HYPE. MY NEW PLAYTHROUGH OF POKEMON Y LAST WEEK WASN'T IN VAIN.

I will not be normal for the upcoming few days I am sorry.

[pokefangamebrainrot]

I don't want a proposal, but if it makes you happy then I will ask you about Taube and Joseph headcanons. Go on. Educate me about these Alcantras.

part 1 of my taube and joseph headcanons!

taube alcantara headcanons

-super doting father. definitely tried not to spoil his child, wanting him to have humility, but taube made sure phoenix knew he was loved every second of the day

-it’s very easy to make him cry. both for positive and negative reasons. joseph sometimes teases him about this

-he’s travelled pretty much all over the world! his favourite region was kalos

-he’s one of the most beloved people in the region. he tried his best to help every single person he came across, no matter their thoughts on arceus or him

-as such he can be a teensy bit pushy when it comes to helping people. he’s working on it

-he’s super sensitive when people are even a little mean to him, but he refuses to push back on it

-HOWEVER if anyone even TRIES to be mean to the people he loves he goes FERAL

-if you can’t tell, he’s way more chaotic and hopeless than he tries to appear to his parishioners and the people that come to him for help

joseph hazel headcanons

-an elite four member. almost never loses matches (except to taube. he allows himself to lose there)

-he was a much stricter parent than taube was, even though their children turned out very similarly

-specialises in ground, normal and fire types

-refuses to joke around with anyone except for taube. he’s very serious, both to strangers and those he knows well, but he slightly lets his hair down around taube

-he’s a few years older than taube, and tried to preserve his innocence

-he writes poetry

-his signature pokémon is a hisuian arcanine

-he homeschooled both solaris and elias, and his punishments were things like writing lines. taube’s carefree personality made teaching solaris discipline hard for him

-him and taube’s dynamic is

joseph: “i think we have to kill this guy master alcantara”

taube: “damn…”

parts 2 and 3 (from other asks) coming soon :3 ty for the ask noctorrrr!!!

[zipegs]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @cedarbranch thank you so much!!

tagging: @valentinsylve @wastrelwoods @shachaai @chaotic-plotter @thedarkmongoose

@luvbef @abstracteeveewrites @det395 no pressure though!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

28! back in the good old days (especially when i was mostly writing oneshots) i used to be able to do one work a month but now i'm a lot slower and much more sporadic. definitely think i can break the 30 mark this year though!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

212,146!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

right now it's hannibal and the heu. i have also written for star trek aos, the terror s1, and supernatural, and will probably revisit some or all of them at some point in the future

4. top five fics by kudos

A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) (Star Trek AOS) - 883 Murphy's Law of Cohabitation (Supernatural) - 594 to the victor go the spoils (Hannibal) - 578 of all acts for which you must atone (Hannibal) - 554 kalos kagathos (Hannibal) - 522 my two crack fics coming in first! lmao. just goes to show that being silly and self-indulgent can pay off 😂 especially considering that top kudos'd fic is rated T! also was a surprise to see my terror yuletide fic coming in the number six spot, since that's a much smaller fandom compared to the others i've written for (or it was, at least. i know it's grown a bit since i started there)

5. do you respond to comments?

yes, all of them! unfortunately i'm an even slower comment responded than i am a writer but i do respond to each and every single one eventually. i appreciate people leaving the time to let me know they enjoyed my work so much and i definitely want to show that. plus i just enjoy the conversation!

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

well! the book of jonah (hannibal) is definitely high up there, as are some of the oneshots in take the longing and give it a name (the terror). oh also ad finitum (the terror) and maybe elegy (the terror)? some of those (and a few i mentioned) are more bleak horror endings but the hartnell death oneshot in take the longing and give it a name and ad finitum are definitely just straight angst

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

a lot of them have happy endings, and some are just fluff oneshots! but i'm gonna say A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) for its very slight angst and eventual supremely happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

i do not! i've found a nice little niche i suppose lol

9. do you write smut?

yes! i used to hate it but since joining the hannibal fandom i've started enjoying writing smut and dabbling in pwps. actually most of my recent work has been pwps dkfhdgh

10. craziest crossover?

i haven't done anything crazy i fear! my only crossovers have been heu.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i've noticed! i've had one suspicious incident of concept-ripping BUT it could have very well been a coincidence, so overall i've made out well!

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

yes i have!! Stacy_likegravity translated A Treatise on Touch (or Lack Thereof) to Chinese and Jane_Ka translated i am my beloved's (and my beloved is mine) to Belarusian.

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

i have not. i used to be too much of a control freak to consider it—the thought alone was off-putting. now, though, it's something i'd love to try with a writer i'm comfortable and have a rapport with.

14. all time favorite ship?

you can't ask me that because my current ship always is my all-time favorite!!! so, yeah, gotta say hannigram.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

mmmm i have a bunch! there's an old supernatural horror fic i had about anna milton being a terrifying and off-putting child (thanks to, you know, once being an angel) that i'd love to finish and spruce up bc i felt really good about it at the time. that's five years ago now though so who knows if i'd feel like the writing held up!

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i'm pretty good at setting and description—establishing a place and/or feel/tone for a piece. i like to think i'm pretty decent at capturing speech patterns but i do find dialogue a lot harder than narration personally.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i tend to get rambly and overexplain when it's unnecessary (and sometimes gloss over what i should space out a bit)! pacing isn't always the easiest for me and i'm not great at story structure.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i don't mind it, as long as it's easily navigable! i used to be all for the hover-translations people would do but now i love linked footnotes. scrolling up and down for translations can be a little taxing for me personally.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

phantom of the opera. i tried my hand at writing a phantom/christine sex scene way back when and got about as far as "her corset 'magically' became undone". needless to say that never saw the light of day! first published fandom was a galadriel lotr oneshot i posted on ff.net (completely forgot about that until right now, actually lol)

20. favorite fic you've written?

i think i have to say the book of jonah, because i'm really proud of that one!

[shimmeringtidepools]

(Life-of-kalos Morana @ both) The Yveltal noticed the pair arrive and was quite intrigued. She gracefully made her way over to them in hopes of striking up conversation. "My my, you both are quite stunning if you don't mind me saying." She bows her head in greetings. "Where are my manners? My name is Morana. Might I get your names as well? Perhaps even a dance from this lovely lady?" She reaches a hand towards the palkia in anticipation.

[TW: Uncanny Valley/Body Horror Ahead]

The plead from his younger sister made him chuckle. He knew what she meant, and reluctantly decided to help her out.

“Well, you are quite the smooth talker arn’t you? For a good of destruction I suppose it comes with the territory. Manipulatin your prey right into your arms is quite the impressive feat I’m sure.” Circling the yveltal, he tested the waters to see if she had any bite. Somewhere there must have been abgear to grind.

“Flattery will get you everywhere with the right people of course.” The lilt he had bordered on malicious, yet sweet like the sugar cane he so beloved. “We do look quite stunning don’t we Palkia?” The glare on her face told him to get on with it, to which he responded with a simple grin. Patience.

“And I must say you are quite the show yourself!” He apun around, eyes dancing in pure delight as he faced the fellow legend once more. “My, you are more adorned than I am, I must say I am quite jealous I didn’t have the idea for chains myself! I am quite fond of them you know. I do quite love being shackled to a singular dimension.”

Palkia could sense where this was going, her chest growing tight in anticipation as she watched on.

“Truly you are a marvel yourself. All eyes must be in you, hm?” He took a deep breath, bending down to Morana’s level. “I will say this but once. So listen clearly.”

An overwhelming pressure filled the small area, threatening to break all affected. The air thick enough you could choke, shadows caving in on the sides of the vision. Palkia watched as the man’s face contorted into something twisted, his fist clutched around dripping shadows. Where his eyes were, left two gaping holes and cracks that connected to his slacking jaw. Not even his clothes stayed pristine, falling into tatters and ruin as he continued the act.

Soon however, the moment ended. The dension dissipated as quickly as the it had come, and the man walked back to his sister as if nothing had happened. Her shocked expression made him laugh, a cold and bitter laughter that did nothing to satiate her terror.

“The name is Giratina, by the by. I would hope you don’t forget it.” Holding an arm out to his sister once more, he gave her a pleasant smile. “Shall we?” He seemed pretty chuffed with himself.

[toonilumi]

gen 5 is so good i'm so glad it's getting the love it deserves in current day. bc holy shit being a unova fan like. 5-6 years ago sucked ass bc ppl would always talk about how trash it was and like. was it rlly?? they keep mention the pokedex but it's fine?? gen 2's pokedex is so *so* much worse. it feels like gen 5 was way ahead it's time bc you can rlly tell pokemon fans were *not* ready for something new and gen 5 was something new. this is why i also defend gen 7 w/ my life bc it was also something new (lack of gyms and the first one to handle evil teams differently) and why i'm worried for gen 9 bc it also does a lot of new things. also i don't think the anime helped gen 5's case much. however i can't hate it bc the gen 5 anime is what introduced me to pokemon (another reason why gen 5 is my beloved)

i know the war between regions is kind of old news at this point but it hasnt left, just changed. remember when everyone hated kalos when it came out only to be begging for it to come back a few years later? its already happening with galar.

there are valid reasons to hate gen 9 so far (let it be known the game was very much unfinished + we've had to wait MONTHS for home compatibility when it really should've been there in the first place) but i think sometimes the fandom needs to take a step back and go "is my hatred of this region because of a genuine flaw of the region, a personal opinion, or because its not something im used to" because different doesnt mean bad. legarc is a pretty large departure from pokemon games as we know it and everyone loves that.

[ryttu3k-sims]

Got tagged by @astravires - here are five non-Sims interests! Beneath the cut: gaming, fantasy and science fiction, writing/reading/books, nature/science/the planet, and interior design.

Gaming: Okay, technically the Sims comes under this, but still. My main fandom for the past year and two thirds has been Baldur's Gate 3, another huge one is Vampire the Masquerade (and I'm starting to get into Dungeons & Dragons), and my Forever Fandom (since 2000!) has been the Legend of Zelda series. I've also been heavily into, at times, Subnautica, Pokemon (got into it late with HeartGold, peaked at gen 6, fell out of it for a bit, Legends Z-A may drag me back because Kalos my beloved), and others that have popped up more briefly we don't talk about the Detroit: Become Human phase. I've also been active on Flight Rising since 2014!

Relatedly, fantasy and science fiction. Any category, really. Most of the books I read are SFF, the movies and TV I watch, I love concepts like vampires, fae, robots, cryptids, merfolk, all that good stuff. Some specific fandoms include The Locked Tomb, Dracula, Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars (original trilogy), Star Trek (TNG and Voyager), Mononoke (making a return after, like, 13-14 years!), and so many others.

Writing, reading, and books: I have a Master of Creative Writing, 1.25 million words on AO3, and about 700,000 words of (unpublished… so far!) original stuff. And just books and reading in general. My all-time favourite is Lord of the Rings, I also mentioned the Locked Tomb and Dracula above, and a whole lot of… generally queer SFF, although I do read outside of that! Sometimes!

Nature, science, and the planet: Am hippie. Plants are very cool. Animals are very cool. Fungi is very cool and also Unknowable and Eldritch. Geology rocks. Space is Big. One of my first memories was of watching David Attenborough's The Trials of Life when I was three years old. My degree was a Bachelor of Science majoring in Museum Studies, which was basically the natural history branch (went on from there to do a Graduate Diploma in Museum Studies, although I got sick before I could finish with a Masters, and moved on to Creative Writing as it was something I could do from home, but natural history is my first true love), and I collect both minerals and also weird animal trinkets. Museology probably comes under this category.

Interior design: At one point, I wanted to be an interior designer until I realised that meant I'd have to be subject to other people's wants and that what other people wanted was a lot more… beige than what I liked. Was very pleased when maximalism became a trend because I finally had a name for my style (well, it'd be a colourful boho dark maximalist vintage eclectic kinda vibe, but you know). My most useless certification is that I'm technically a fully qualified colour consultant! (I did a course when I was twenty, natch.)

Thanks, Leo!

[aliendragondreaming]

very normal about the pokemon direct legends looks sooooo cool i am sadden that snivy didnt get in however TOTODILE MY SON!!!!!! also im curious to see how pokemon champions is gonna go, im worried there will be some kind of transaction type stuff for it considering it's gonna be on mobile, really cool to see tera and mega on the same field that isnt pokemon showdown. ALSO MEGASSSSS i dont think ive cried for a game mechanic before MY SHINY MEGA LUCARIO IS SO CLOSE I CAN TASTE IT!! im also hoping they add some new ones mainly for the kalos starters and maayyyyybeee for the legends starters (meganium finally becomes useful-) also since megas are coming back in the TCG i am ready for some sick ass art for them. OH YEAH AZ MY BELOVED!!!! therapy seems to be going great for him! happy for him! his flowette is thriving! not sure how i feel about the new characters we've been introduced to... but i do nawt trust those cunty mfs. overall very hype very normal gonna rewatch the trailers 900 times and sniff for clues, god i love pokemon

[the-fluffiest-trainer]

[A video is attached, once again showing the weapon control room and Twilight with it. Fluttershy is also there again, evidently having completed her round of delivering revives to the team.]

[Twilight's horn is lit up with magic, and buttons and dials are in motion all across the control panels. Her face is soaked with tears, but where for humans crying is the only biological response to overwhelming emotion, for ponies there is also another release: singing. Magical music sounds from nowhere, conjured subconsciously from Twilight's emotional turmoil, and she sings over it as she works.]

[//OOC note: Twilight's lyrics generally line up with the primary violin melody part in the attached music file, beginning around 0:40.]

How is this real?

How did we come to this nightmare?

Why must it fall to me?

How can this pain be fair?

Equestria, my home, my beloved,

Now I am to become the bringer of your end.

[Twilight's voice is quiet for a little while, but the background music filling the room only swells in her place as she continues to turn from one control panel to another, typing and adjusting things on the Ultimate Weapon.]

One fateful day

It all fell apart

One small mistake

And the world comes down

Tumbling and crashing in

Fire, pain, and death,

Friends and ponies killed, no mercy;

Why us? Why us? What did we ever do?

Why such rage? Why such hate?

Honor betrayed, and my friendship was not enough

My faith! My trust! Both he abused;

Twice I bring our doom.

[Twilight pauses again, letting go of the controls as her music fades to just a single mournful piano. But after a short while, it strengthens again, and she stares up at the Weapon's screens and mechanisms with a determined expression, even going so far as to stomp one forehoof on the tiled floor as she begins again, sounding now almost triumphant.]

Yet we survive!

Here shall we make our new home.

Kalos! Kalos evermore!

Here we live. Here we stay!

So let the end of it all come in fire.

Farewell! Farewell! Peace be upon

Our Equestria.

[A pink glow of magic surrounds the Ultimate Weapon firing key, and it turns all the way to the end. The whole building shudders, and Twilight and Fluttershy both look in unison to Hoopa, who nods and then turns his attention upward.]

[Twilight collapses back into a sitting position, and Fluttershy comes to sit beside her and wraps one wing across her back. As the music slowly fades, Fluttershy too joins in with a few sung words of comfort.]

Twilight, my friend,

This was never your own failure.

Home is put to rest at last,

And now together, let us rebuild.

[Video ends.]

[triniteevee]

Power Couple

(jacq x reader | part i of ii in a series)

Look, it’s not their fault. First off, who wants to listen to their professor actually teach a class? Second, who doesn’t want to hear their professor talk about their romantic life?

or the story of how Jacq met his partner

Everyone loves Jacq. That’s just the way things are. Is the sky blue? Are the steps leading up to the Academy the worst? Is Clive having a mid life crisis? Yes. Yes. And yes.

All those above are facts.

Yes, Jacq could be a bit of an airhead for someone whose work could only be described as pure genius. Not to mention, he has a tendency to go off on a tangent. Occasionally peppering in unrelated questions in his exams has gotten him into trouble repeatedly. Despite his attractive frame, he tends to slouch. He wears silly hexagon glasses and slides for Arceus’ sake. Yet, the fact of the matter is — everyone loves Jacq.

The only person to come close to the pedestal in which Jacq unknowingly sits is his partner.

Now, nobody in the academy has actually ever met this mystery person, but by the stories shared by the young professor, anyone could surmise what an equally delightful person they are.

“Sorry for the wait.” Jacq nervously pops his head from outside the classroom, prompting a round of laughs from his students.

‘Oh, classic Jacq,’ everyone thinks, once again charmed by the man.

“What is it this time, professor?”

“Ah,” he muses, right before a bashful smile forms on his face. “I was just a little caught up with talking to my partner.” He scratches the back of his head. “Lost track of time, then whoops. Uh-oh, I’m late for class. Time flies and all that.”

The class lets out a collective dreamy sigh at his words.

Always wanting to waste time, and hear more of their beloved professor’s beloved, a student asks, “What were you talking about?”

A bright smile lights up Jacq’s face, and soon enough words leave him before he can think to jump into today’s lesson. “They’re at Kalos at the moment, but they’re hoping to make a pit stop here at Paldea if you can believe it.” His voice doesn’t have the usual excitement to it, but the underlying coyness is there. “I’ve asked them if they would want to see the academy, and they immediately said yes. Truthfully, I’ve told them many stories about all of you and they’re keen to meet you.”

Everyone reels.

The thought process goes like this. ‘They’re so close by!’ to ‘They’re coming here???!’ to ‘Aw, he talks to them about us?’ and back to ‘They’re coming here???!’

Ignorant of his students’ inner musings, the professor carries on, “I imagine you’re excited to meet them, yes?”

Well, duh.

He grins at the eerily synchronized slow nods from the baffled students.

“Which is why I’ll be requesting permission from the Director to let them give a special lecture.”

Excited cheers erupt in the classroom.

After a beat, Nemona realizes something. “Did you ever tell us what your partner’s field of study was?”

Jacq’s eyes widen a tiny bit, but his glasses make the sight more comical than it should be. “Oh my. I could’ve sworn I mentioned it when you asked me how we met?”

Once again in unison, the class shakes their heads.

“Well, as you know, we met when I travelled to Galar for an exchange study program. They came to my rescue when I was stopped by airport security for having a Tinkaton in my party.”

A few snickers scatter amongst his students. He pauses to give them an exasperated smile. This is the part of the story that took his class 30 minutes to calm down the first time they heard it.

“They were leaving Galar just as I was coming in, and switched an empty pokéball for Tinkaton’s. They took the blame, and claimed Tinkaton was theirs and part of their highly important and classified research under Professor Oak. As soon as his name was dropped, security started tripping over their feet apologizing.”

Understandably. Being associated with the Professor Oak just further cemented Jacq’s partner as so cool in the students’ eyes. Their quick thinking as well, in comparison to Jacq’s own occasional absent-mindedness, further earned his students’ favor.

“Turns out they really did have a highly important and classified — at least at the time — research under Professor Oak. Right now, it’s widely known that their team is creating the most comprehensive Pokédex there is. They’re specifically tasked with regional types, and alternate forms.”

A breathless “wow,” leaves Nemona’s lips. The student beside her mutters, “right?”

“Now, does that answer your question? Perhaps we should move onto today’s topic?”

Someone from the back of the class shouts, “Finish the story!”

Another student echoes the sentiment, “We always love hearing it!”

Jacq sighs, but he knows he’ll cave. He can never say no to his students, and he’s always happy to speak about you to anyone who would listen.

“I was staring at them in awe even as they were being whisked away to board their plane. A few seconds after I watched them walk away, I realize they still have my pokémon. I was tired, hungry, and quite frankly just wanted to get out of there, but I stood still, shocked. Eventually, I hear something roll on the ground.”

His students are on the edge of their seats now, despite hearing this story before.

“I had dropped the pokéball they switched in. I heard a sort of rattling noise as I picked it up. Folded in, and tucked safely was a paper with their name and number hastily written. I immediately sent them a text to thank them. Before their flight took off, I got a single message back, ‘what were u thinking >:(‘

A fond laugh leaves Jacq’s lips at the memory.

“Safe in the knowledge that Tinkaton was not pokénapped, I made my way to Hammerlocke to settle in. About half a day later, they respond to my string of apologies with, ‘ok.’

The class laughs at that. “Mood.”

“To ease my worries, they sent me daily pictures of Tinkaton. Eating delicious poffins, battling their own pokémon, shining its hammer. They didn’t say much, but I didn’t mind. I, however, said a lot. Thankfully, they didn’t mind either.”

A chorus of aww’s once again flooded the room.

“At the end of the semester, I had mentioned I’d be leaving Galar, and could safely take in Tinkaton once more. As though through lady luck herself, both our next stops were Alola. My palms were sweaty the entire time I waited for them at Heahea.”

The students practically had wistful looks at this point.

“When our eyes met, I was once again stunned speechless by their presence. It was like everything was running in slow motion. I was nervous to approach them, but they spoke to me like they knew me very well. Which, based on how much I talked in our messages, was fair.”

He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, accompanied with an almost hopeless look in his eyes.

“It didn’t matter because they had plenty to say, and were more than happy to fill in the silence. Most of which were data gathered about my Tinkaton. Boy, I tell you, it felt like my heart was about to leap out my chest. They took it in stride. If they noticed my nerves, they were gracious enough not to mention it.”

“Here it comes,” Nemona whispers excitedly, only to be shh’ed by the rest of the class.

“They hand me a binder chockfull of information about my Tinkaton, as well as virtually every important entry about the species published in pokédexes the last two hundred years. Apparently, they did this in their spare time because they didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“I’m simply more than grateful they saved my behind when they had nothing to gain from it. Now, I’m floundering for a response, but they seem to have mistaken it for haughtiness. They mention something along the lines of having the data too heavy and messy for it to be a message or an email. That was when I had an epiphany. What if it could’ve been an email? Rather, something you can open just as easily on your phone?”

“I combee-lined it out of there, and took my laptop to the nearest café to draw a proposal and write its initial code. Right when I was stuck on giving the project a name, down slams the binder. When I look up, there they were sipping on an iced tea. They looked cool as a cucumber, but the aura was wildly menacing.”

“They whisper, ‘I remember thinking you never shut up, but now you’re pretty good at it. Why is that?’”

Half the class is actually mouthing the words.

“I was still too flustered to speak to them. In lieu of answering their question, I took out my phone. I still remember how the look in their eyes shifted to something softer and kinder when they read my text message. im shy :(‘

“They laughed, pulled out the other chair, and we continued conversing that way for the rest of the day. Some patrons stared when they saw this impressive looking trainer speak to dorky ol’ me typing his answers away on his phone. Before we left the café, I logged back onto my laptop and named the pokédex app’s initial code after them.”

Someone in the classroom starts shedding tears at that last bit.

“Everyday I was in Alola, we met up to talk about anything. At first, it was just pokémon, and our respective research, but halfway through we spoke about ourselves, our favorite movies, childhood aspirations, stuff like that.”

“Eventually, I did have to actually go back to my university. While they were in Alola for official business, I really just wanted to meet up with this person instead of having them send back Tinkaton through the PC. I gave them back their pokéball which was such a small thing, really the bare minimum, compared to all the great things that happened to me because of them. They saved my behind, took care of my pokémon, and gave me the idea that changed my life forever.”

The deep smitten sigh is an obvious indication that they have reached The End of the story, but everyone is far too pleased with the sweetness of it all to care. It looks as though the professor has to settle down from telling the story. A lovestruck look is fixed firmly on Jacq’s face, which his students coo at.

Nemona, with a teasing glint in her eye, prods, “And…?”

Like he’s snapped out of a trance, Jacq asks, “And what?”

“You know…..”

He offers a kind smile, but tilts his head in question. “I know what?”

The student grumbles, and exasperatedly explains, “Yes. Yay for you. No lawsuits for bringing an invasive species to Galar. Having your precious pokémon taken care of when you weren’t able to. Developing the friggin’ Pokédex app!” She pauses to catch her breath, and the professor can only watch, slightly terrified. “But also! Like? Hello? What about finding the love of your life?! Shouldn’t that be part of the things you mentioned just now? Things you’re grateful to your partner for???”

The rest of the class mumble some sort of agreement to her statement.

Now, Jacq was just confused.

“Where in the story did I mention meeting the love of my life?”

The worst part is he is completely clueless.

Half the class looks heartbroken, the other is horrified.

Both reactions are understandable.