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[sterling-starlight]

So @gcqaiumi and I are making the Expresshipping Selkie AU an actual thing with an actual plot. Alas I don’t have access to Word, so my stuff won’t be nearly as pretty as her art will be 8′( 

But since the mind of the writer is a fickle thing, my unpolished drafts will be posted to I can glam them up later.  In the meantime, have this thing

“You want to know about White?” One of the volunteers at the Nimbasa City homeless shelter, a portly middle aged woman with her blonde hair done in tight curls, looked at Ingo skeptically. “Why?” She added, her tone somewhat accusatory. 

“She has... become friends with my brother and I.” Ingo replied evenly. To be more specific, she had all but attached herself to his hip. Her upbeat, plucky attitude quickly won Emmet over. Ingo liked her fine enough (despite her completely shameless violation of his personal space), but there was something... odd about her. She claimed to have a lovingly family, and yet she had been wondering Unova with nothing but her hoodie, and she lived in a shelter. It didn’t add up. “As her friend, I have concerns about her.” 

The volunteer (her name tag read ‘Eva’), crossed her arms and cocked her hip. Ingo had seen White adopt that stance whenever she was particularly sassy or defiant “Nothing dubious? You don’t plan on hurting that poor girl, do you?” 

“You have my word.”

Eva glared up at Ingo a few moments longer, holding all the weight of a judgemental mother (Ingo almost felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar). She eventually deemed him trustworthy, and she huffed a sigh. “I don’t know what her life was like before she came here, and that worries me the most. She has no identification. No last name; at least not one she wants to say. She’s clearly foreign, given her accent. Girl didn’t even know how to read when she was brought in.” Eva snarled, her fingers digging into her sleeve. “Her case has Orre’s human trafficking written all over it.”

Ingo’s stomach lurched. Despite Cipher’s best attempts to make Orre appear to be an upstanding, if not down-on-it’s-luck region, everyone with eyes could see the filth hiding underneath. A cute young girl stolen from her home, stripped of her identity, and groomed to be a commodity for the highest bidder was disgustingly plausible.  He had the sudden urge to find whoever brought her to Unova and beat him senseless with his own two hands. He was literally and metaphorically jerked from his thoughts by Eva yanking on his tie to bring him to her eye level. “That said, if you do anything to her. If you hurt her...”

“Ma’am,” Ingo said. “I’d never dream of it.” 

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[hollowsart]

Casual reminder I literally do not see the protags as anything but 22+yrs old :/

Enjoy my self-indulgent trash:

Expresshipping:

Hilda had been coming to the Gear Station in Nimbasa city for awhile now. She enjoyed people watching and admiring the trains; All stuff she had picked up as an interest upon her first times there. However, she was not here for her usual routine of battling and taking on the train battles. No, no, she was here for a more personal reason.

It was somewhere between her first meeting with them and now that it happened. She was in a hurry and wasn’t paying attention when she ran into him. Scratching her nose lightly in the collision from the pin of his tie. Him leaning over her trying to see if she was alright. Apologies being exchanged after-- wait... Was this a case of déjà vu? Or did this really just happen again?

“I am terribly sorry, you must’ve hit zeh pin on my tie. You alright? Vhy on earth ver you runnink around here like zhat? Zhat is quite dangerous you know!”

“Emmet! Hey! Sorry about that, I should’ve just walked fast, I just didn’t wanna have to deal with rush hour. Anyways, I’m here for Ingo! I’ve got something I wanna give him! It’s a l’il treat I made myself.”

Hilda lifted up a plain white present bag, the contents hidden by some black paper stuffed in the opening. Emmet perked up, looking down at the present and the young lady a few times before smiling and standing straight again.

“Ah! So it iz you! You're zeh one who iz makink my brother so happy lately! Oh, but I am afraid zhat only staff and personnel iz allowed to go into zeh control room. Hm.. but, I zhink I can let you into zeh break-room! Ingo could use more breaks with all zeh vork he’z been doink lately! It vould do him some good!”

Clapping his hands with the brilliant idea he appeared to jump with joy. Twirling on heel and giving a wave to follow Emmet took off briskly down the station’s corridors with Hilda practically sprinting after.

It did not take long at all for them to arrive at the aforementioned room. He let her in and as she said her thanks he had a few last words to give before he went to get his brother for her.

“By zeh vay, don’t vorry about me, I’ll be sure to give you two some privacy!"

Hilda was at a loss for words as he shut the door with a smile and wink. She could only wait nervously for Ingo to come in to give him his gift.

Jezebelshipping:

Lyra hated herself for being captured by the man who hilariously fell for her lie and outed his own disguise to her. Being dragged along, hand in hand, behind him. His large and lanky form towering over her like a tree... she felt like a kid being dragged away by a teacher into the principles office for doing something wrong. Biting her lip in an attempt to keep silent and not cry from anticipation.

No one had said a thing for awhile as the Executive led her into a vacant radio room and locked the door. He walked her over to the table and had her sit down as he went to the other side. Reaching below and pulling up a bag onto the tabletop. Her breath hitched in her throat, hands gripping tightly to the hem of her Team Rocket skirt. She could imagine what kind of things he may have in that bag.. She could only imagine, closing her eyes, if he was anything like--

“Hey, kid, lift yer head. I can’t get at yer face like that.”

He spoke kindly, softly, his hand hovering just below her chin encouraging her to look up. She flinched and did just that, slowly. When she spotted what he pulled out from the bag she felt oddly silly about before. Soft brushes and colorful palettes of blush and eyeshadow.. heck, he even had mascara and lipstick on the table as well. Her eyes met with his when she heard him laugh.

“Looks like we ain’t needin’ the blush, now.” and he stuffed the brush and powder back into the bag beside him. He sat across from her, not too far away.. she could get a better look at his face as he leaned over to fix her own.

Funny.. she never noticed the little spot next to his left eye.. or the faint scent of smoke the clung even to his gloves. She tried her best to not look directly at him so much but she couldn’t help but notice the hint of a violet hue to his nearly black eyes. He looked quite tired, she noted before darting her eyes away when he looked up. A smirk crept to his features as he leaned back, placing everything back into the bag and sliding it under the table again.

“You’re free to go, though you oughtta invest yourself in some pink dye. The hairstyle’s cute an’ all, but the color doesn’t fit our regulations. I wouldn’t expect a newbie t’know that.” he chuckled again.

After showing her a mirror Lyra stood up, nodded, and bowed all before she went striding toward the door to leave. Her hand barely touching the knob as he spoke up again. Her heart seemed to skip with what he had left to say.

“An’ by th'way, yer more than welcome t’come by any time fer a l’il fix up, Lyra.”

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[sterling-starlight]

Who wants a part from a scene for a Expresshipping Selkie AU I’m working on? -Cricket. Cricket. Cricketune.-

I DO

“You want me to let you do what?” White glared down at the ultraball Ingo held out to her like was something foul. She recoiled in disgust, her long, shaggy brown hair almost wrapping protectively around her shoulders. “Absolutely not.”

“White,” Ingo tried to reason, but was cut off when the Dewgong-Selkie began to pace around the room. Her hands fisted into the white hoodie tied at her waist (her agitation caused the illusion magic to falter, showing brief glances of the sealskin it was). The temperature in the room dropped.

“It’s demeaning!” She exclaimed. “If I let you go along with this-this-” White struggled to find the word in the Common Tongue. She substituted it with what Ingo could only assume was profanity in her language. “-plan, I’d be the first Dewgong in my herd to be captured! That’s disgraceful!” White crossed her arms tightly across her chest, her breath coming out in white puffs.  She turned away from him, her shoulders hunching up to her ears. Trying to make herself as small and as tense as possible. “It would be no better than you taking my skin from me.” She finished in a harsh whisper. 

Ingo sighed, putting the ultraball down and rubbing his hands together for warmth. It was hard to tell where the inbred pride of being a Selkie ended and White’s hardheadedness began. She had survived so far, but how much longer would luck continue to favor her? Dewgong had been hunted to near-exstinction in Unova due to their fur and blubber being valuable commodities. If someone found her out in the wild... or someone else discovered she could transform... 

Horrible, disgusting images of White being dissected and studied for the sake of science, or locked away somewhere as an attraction flashed through Ingo’s mind. It was almost enough to make him want to vomit. 

“It would be to protect you.”

“ I can protect myself just fine, thank you!” To prove her point, the frigid air White was creating solidified into sharp spears of ice in a circle around her legs.   Their points glinted menacingly in the light, promising the swift and brutal impalement of anyone or anything White perceived as a threat. 

“I’m certain your brother felt the same...” Mentioning Black was a low blow, and Ingo knew it. Her brother’s death was still a fresh, festering wound. With a vicious cry White turned and launched herself at Ingo. One hand gripped his tie, the other the collar of his coat, soul-chilling cold sinking into him as White bared her teeth. 

“Don’t. You. Dare.” She snarled, “My brother- my brother died honorably. Belonging to a human wouldn’t have changed that.” She shoved him forcibly, nearly sending the man tumbling out of his chair altogether. “I am not letting you capture me. End of discussion.”