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zootzbootz · 6 months ago

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ykw fuck it. putting my mudkip ramble here rrghhhhh

cw for murder (fictional) also spoilers for typomaniac and rare candy below the cut

starting off with his speech around the beginning of typomaniac. or inner monologue rather.

"Motivation. There's that word I've come to love so much during my existence. And a word I probably don't even understand. Look at this guy. Trying to sympathize me with his life story. What will motivate me to care? Key words, connections? I dunno. I'm not even sure why I'm here in the first place. But it'll never get a word out of me. Not to talk is not the smartest thing to do, they could jump to conclusions, and then haul me off to prison. Or send me to the chair! Whatever, I don't mind. What motivates me not to talk? I don't know, what motivates the Pokemon around me to talk? I'm not listening to him, HE even knows that. What motivates everyone here to try to get an answer?! But, what really motivates someone not to do anything at all? Is it the food they eat? The crap they watch? The job they work? The life condition they're in? Sometimes, that's not even the case, if you ask them yourself, they probably won't even know the answer! Hey, I don't even know what motivates me to do what I do. You see, I'm a scientist. I dissect Pokemon to see how their bodies work. Is it the fascination I get to see how everything is put together? Or is it the thrill killing these Pokemon, because they're usually mostly the ones I hate. It's okay, it's all for the research!

Look at this, got this guy's element of power! The power we aren't even allowed to FRICKEN use because it's against the law! What motivates one to follow the law? You can get away with it, if you're smart enough, like me. But like I said, I don't even know why I'm here. It isn't about the hundreds of Pokemon I dismembered. NOPE. What, do you think I'm lying to you? What would motivate me to lie to you?! come up with your OWN conclusions! But what would motivate you to care? You don't know me personally. Motivation is just a part of our lives. It helps us to do stuff, and it helps us to NOT to do stuff. Looking around me, I can see a lot of Pokemon lack motivation.

Except for one... Which is the reason why I bring up these sort of questions, and it's the reason why I bring up this story”

during this monologue he claims not to know what motivates him to do what he did- to kill those pokemon. but typomaniac *SHOWS* us his motivation. and rare candy further confirms it.

see, mudkip only has one friend. *one* , and he doesn't have parents either. he's around 12-13 and living completely on his own.

that one friend in question, being chespin. and it's incredibly obvious that chespin is somebody mudkip cares DEEPLY about. and possibly admires. as chespin is an incredibly positive and GENUINELY kind person. he *seems* annoying and clueless but it's shown multiple times as well as outright stated (by MUDKIP no less) that chespin is probably more intelligent and observant than most of them are.

meanwhile, mudkip himself seems to be.. rather pessimistic. he's typically quiet. doesn't tend to talk a lot outside of situations he deems necessary or when he's alone with chespin.

when fennekin comes into the picture- mudkip is INCREDIBLY jealous right off the bat. at first, I thought it was because he was afraid of his ONLY friend being taken away. finding someone better than him. but I firmly believe that's not the case. I feel like, honestly ... mudkip would have been just fine with fennekin being friends with chespin. or even being friends with fennekin himself had he managed to push past the jealousy. but that's not the reason he wanted her out of the picture. the REAL REASON was a fear he had- which was fennekin *hurting* chespin. physically, emotionally, mentally- it didn't matter. he's seen his best friend get BULLIED RELENTLESSLY by the majority of the other students at their school. save for a small select people. he's seen him get treated horribly. so of course his automatic assumption would be that he's getting used.

now.. skipping ahead a bit to rare candy. when mudkip is in prison. they're trying to make him talk- to get him to demonstrate how he's able to remove pokemon's elements while keeping them alive. dr. sylveon ends up threatening chespins life right in front of him- and keeping chespins life on the line becomes his ONLY motivation to give them the demonstration

and now.. here in lies mudkips exact motivation.

chespin was ALWAYS his motive.

he was the entire time.

even before mudkip was caught. it was always chespin. making sure he was safe, or at least alive- he was the only person mudkip feeled cared about him and the only person mudkip probably really cared about.

because even after learning mudkip was a killer. he STILL remained friends with him. he still visited him regularly in prison. he still showed him genuine kindness and compassion.

and I firmly believe him dissecting the pokemon was just something that came along with it. perhaps out of curiosity. or to give himself a more "interesting" or deeper motivation than just... trying to protect a friend.

he tried so HARD to keep chespin from getting hurt.

but it was mudkip himself who ended up hurting chespin more than anybody else did. (aside from Dr sylveon but like. tbh I'd argue what happened with chespin and mudkip would have hurt chespin MORE since they were FRIENDS.

and then after it's revealed chespin was the one who turned mudkip in. this fucking destroys him. his ONE friend. betraying him like this, especially since going to prison was his number one fear. the act in his eyes was unforgivable enough for him to outright tell dr. sylveon to make sure chespin sees him dying while being granted "freedom"

I'm normal about this series (lie)

#starters movieunleashers #mudkip starters #cw murder #starters spoilers #rare candy #typomaniac #i am BRAINROTTING

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sincerely-sofie · 9 months ago

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One writing idea that I think could be interesting is a piece exploring how Kip and Twig’s relationship with Grovyle developed during the dark future and after they found out that Twig used to know Grovyle. Since it seems like Grovyle’s attack at Crystal Cave was much more severe in your version of events than it was implied to be in the game, injuring Kip to the point that he almost died, I was wondering if their dynamic was a bit different then in the game. Like did it take Twig longer than finding out that she and Grovyle used to be friends to be ok with him? I imagine that there would probably be more animosity there since Kip was almost killed by him rather than just beaten up a bit like in the game.

Here you go! Angst train pulling into the station!

Grovyle hadn't suspected for a moment that Charmander was actually Twig— why would he? She was so bold, so self-assured in her every action— nothing like the timid human he'd found scrounging in the dirt for food all those years ago— he would've been quicker to assume that her mudkip partner was really a former human than this rambunctious youth before him. But Dusknoir hadn't been lying when he revealed the little fire-type’s name. Twig was alive. She'd survived not only the blow that sent her falling through time, but the aftermath thereof as well.

Twig was alive, and she hated him.

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It was clear in the Dark Future that she didn't trust him— combined with her partner Mudkip’s own blatant misgivings, he couldn't help how irritated he was by their lack of faith in him. Perhaps it was the built-up frustration of having been framed as a villain for so long now, but he couldn't stand to look them in the eyes while they watched him with such open suspicion. Even after hearing his side of Dusknoir's tale, one that wasn't woven thickly with falsehoods, she was wary.

“Maybe…” She paused and considered before continuing to address her partner. It was the first time Grovyle had seen her hesitate. “Maybe Dusknoir would tell us if he's lying. He would, right? We can go back and ask him. This has to be a misunderstanding. It has to be—”

“I find it hard to believe waking up tied to a stockade with executioners preparing to gut you alive is a simple misunderstanding,” he scoffed.

She rounded on him. “What, do you think you're any better? You almost killed Kip! Why should I believe you're not just trying to get a chance to finish the job? I can believe Dusknoir more than I can someone like you. Without him, he would've died!”

The mudkip— so Kip was his name, then— set a paw on her clenched fist at her side. “I think he's right. We can't go back to Dusknoir. Sticking together is the best thing we can do right now.”

“I don't trust him!”

“Then there's still no reason for us to continue on together.” Grovyle couldn't help the bitter scowl that found its way onto his face. “I wish you luck, but don't follow me again unless you believe my story.”

She called after him as he stormed off. “Go kick rocks, you fricking jerkwad!”

(He should have recognized her odd vocabulary. He should have known. He shouldn’t have abandoned her before, nor at that moment. Twig was always so small. She couldn't keep herself safe in a fight. He'd regret treating her so coldly for the rest of his days.)

***

Twig tackled him out of the way of Dusknoir's attack as Grovyle stood in stunned horror. She'd been there the whole time— she was alive, she was right there next to him—his mind was going hundreds of miles an hour and yet had ground to a halt at the same time. The noise of pain she made when her tail was caught in the path of torrential shadows jolted him back into awareness.

Celebi called his name. The passage of time was ready. His every thought might be stuttering back and forth between rapid fire anxiety and blank-minded stupor, but he didn't need to think to know he had to get Twig out of harm's way. She darted for Mudkip, arms outstretched, but Grovyle caught her under his arm in a dash for the passage of time, barely noticing that she grabbed the boy by his scarf and bundled him up in her arms as they passed.

He threw himself through the Passage as it closed, managed to turn himself in the air so that he'd break Twig's fall when they hit the ground— and the first thing she did as he lay dazed and in pain wasn't to fret over him like she always had as a human, but instead was to rush over to where Mudkip had fallen and check him for wounds. When she found none and Grovyle pushed himself up onto his elbows, she pulled her friend into a hug and glared at Grovyle from over his shoulder.

She was alive.

She was alive, and she hated him.

Judging by the venom in her gaze as she tightened her embrace protectively around her new partner, that wouldn't change anytime soon.

***

Kip offered his old home as shelter for the unlikely trio. That night was an uneasy one— it seemed none of them were quite ready to relax enough to sleep after nearly being executed not even a day ago— but one by one, they all dropped off.

Grovyle was the first to wake. It was a grounding ritual to watch the sunrise, and he never missed the opportunity while in this era, so he quietly slipped outside and settled onto the ground to watch as the ocean reflected pinks and golds amongst vivid blues. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, letting the bite of the cold dawn air settle his nerves.

Twig's appearance beside him did away with whatever progress he'd made towards calm.

She hugged her arms tightly against herself, teeth chattering as she stared at him with a vicious hatred in her eyes. “You didn't finish the job last night,” she muttered lowly.

It took a moment for Grovyle to grasp what she meant. “I don't have any grudge against Kip. There's no need to worry about that.”

“You almost killed him. What do you mean you don't have a grudge against Kip?”

“I mean exactly what I said. Twig, I'm sorry that we reunited like this, but I'm so relieved that—”

“Don't. Don't act like we're friends. Maybe I was dumb enough before to think you were a good person, but I'm not so stupid now. I know exactly what things you'd do to get your way. Just because you're on a mission to save the world doesn't make you any less of a terrible person.”

He swallowed dryly. “I…”

“Kip nearly died because of you. Do you even know that? I keep saying it, but it's like it doesn't land in your head. He almost died. I was practically holding him in one piece after Dusknoir showed up and you ran off. There was—” Her voice broke. “There was blood everywhere, and I couldn't get it all off of me until I healed up enough to wash myself.”

Legends and Life, she was shaking so hard. “He… He wouldn't stand down. I had to get to the time gear. Azelf would have lowered the crystals if—”

“If what? If you beat him within an inch of his life?”

His words were barely audible. “A mortal can't kill a Legend. He would have survived.”

She gave him a look of such potent disgust that he wondered how much further he would have sunk without her there to keep him on the straight and narrow. As a human, she was always arguing for peaceful solutions— things like subterfuge and stealth— where he was inclined to leap in head first with a more… direct approach. They'd been separated for only a year now, hadn't they? And look at the lengths he'd stooped to achieve his mission.

“You're awful,” she hissed. “Don't think that just because I used to know you or whatever that we're friends now. We're not. You didn't care about me before you knew my name. Remember that.”

She stormed off, heading back into Kip’s home.

She was right. That was the worst part. He didn't care before he learned who she once was, and by letting his desperation to save the world harden his heart against any chance for mercy, he'd turned to a depth of cruelty he didn't recognize himself in.

Twig hated him.

And in that moment, Grovyle couldn't help but hate himself.

#stuff by sofie #the present is a gift au #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd fic #pmd2 #pmd eos #pmd sky #pmd #pmd explorers #pokémon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd hero #pmd2 hero #pmd grovyle

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ask-lysithea-von-ordelia · 4 years ago

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(You think her Mudkip Battalion will be Swamperts in the post timeskip?)

// I’d like to think so! And when Byleth comes back from their five year nap, Lys is surrounded by big ol’ Swamperts who will crush everyone in their way! ((I am also very biased for swampert, can you tell?))

#not an ask #lys and her mudkips

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sereina-a · 4 years ago

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Serena has Mega Evolved a total of twelve pokemon from ages 14-22, over the course of eight years total. Two of these were during her journey, while the other ten happened post-kalos events.

Ever since she was a child, Serena has had the ability to bond with pokemon and connect her heart to theirs MUCH faster than any of her peers. Many people over the course of her journey commented on how deep her bond was with her team. This translates very well into Mega Evolution, given how a strong bond is needed to succeed in that next evolution. Serena is regarded as a prodigy when it comes to mega evolution.

The two pokemon serena Mega Evolved over the course of her journey was her Lucario, Olympe, and her Venusaur, Snack. Her Ampharos (Sunflower) was a pokemon she received after she became champion, but it was the third one she’d mega evolved in total.

Due to her champion work and lingering negative feelings, she didn’t help Sycamore out as much in the period where she was Kalos’ champion. after giving up her title at age 17, she left Kalos entirely and went to Hoenn for two years, where she learned about the rich history of Mega Evolution, and where it originally stemmed from.

She sought out Professor Birch and worked with the scientists there who specialized in Mega Evolution. There, she would receive a Mudkip, which would later turn to a Swampert and become the fourth pokemon she’d Mega Evolved.

Her fifth Mega Evolution was a Sableye, a pokemon regarded by the labs as a bit of a unique pokemon due to its unwillingness to get along with people, and even other pokemon. Serena slowly earned its trust over the course of a few months, and brought it along with her temporarily during her travels in the region to grow closer to it.

The next Mega Evolution she achieved was an Aggron, originally starting out as an Aron she caught while traveling with her team and the Sableye. She trained it up herself with the help of her team and some battles in the first few gyms. It’d evolve into an Aggron before she reached the 7th gym.

Following her win at Hoenn’s 8th gym, she’d get a visit from Steven Stone, who would gift her a Beldum. however, it wouldn’t be until she was back in Kalos that she’d train it up and evolve it later on.

Serena eventually returned to Birch’s labs to assist them more in whatever else they needed during her final year in Hoenn. From there, she’d connect with a Medicham, and an Absol, Mega Evolving them both after spending months of time with them. Like the Sableye, they were hesitant to work with others. It took time to get them to open up to Serena, but they did, in the end.

At 20, she returned to Kalos and dedicated her time to helping out more in Sycamore’s labs. The trip allowed her to clear her head, and reignited not only her passion for Mega Evolution, but battling as well. In those past 2 years, Serena was able to bond with an Audino, Lopunny, Mawile, and Gardevoir they had at the labs.

The pokemon she did bond with in Hoenn that she didn’t take with her are ones she makes a point to visit first thing whenever she does go to the region. There are times where she’ll video call the labs just so they can see her. The pokemon she bonded with at Sycamore’s labs are ones she sees everyday, and gives a lot of love and attention to them. She adores them all, and she feels so grateful to have gotten the opportunity to know them.

For now, she’s focused on DNA sequencing pokemon that can Mega Evolve, and those who can’t, as far as they know. She’s trying to determine a pattern, or some sort of similarity/difference to figure out just what allows a pokemon to Mega Evolve, and to perhaps discover the hidden potential lying dormant in a pokemon thought to be unable to Mega Evolve. She also studies pokemon habitats and looks at studies from years and years ago, determining if certain changes in their environment/the climate cause a DNA-level change over time.

#🌹 headcanon.#long post #there's a lot. more detail but i didnt want to go too in depth bc this was a huge hc as it was #like with the sableye she'd get bit and clawed at a LOT at first #sometimes to the point where it'd draw blood and she's like. that's okay i know you're scared!! im not upset i love u #and then it just looks at her like. wtf im hurting u and ur not mad :(#yes she has BLED for this passion and she does not give a shit.#also i did a bit of retconning w her mudkip and i like this better. she would have NEEDED a water pokemon to traverse hoenn anyways so #oops..... two more steel types haha................#and now a swampert which we love and adore

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neganandblake · 6 years ago

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 189- Good morning kisses

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 189 - Good morning kisses

[Facing the aftermath of the previous evening, Negan is in need of a lie-in.]

A soft dawn sunlight trickled in through the large windows on the far end of Negan and Blake's lengthy room, illuminating the dark-haired man who lay alone in the bed, covers rumpled around him, frowning face burrowed into a white pillow that was squashed beneath his head.

Blake who was up and dressed already, and sat on the floor playing dolls with Mia, smiled, peering up and watching as Negan shifted a little beneath the white sheets, waking groggily from his slumber.

"Wanna go give daddy a good morning kiss, baby?" whispered Blake deviously to the toddler sat beside her.

Mia chanced a glance over her shoulder at the sleeping Negan, before nodding excitedly and instantly getting to her feet, waddling over to the bed on chubby legs.

Today was a new day, Blake thought.

The troubling events of last night still sat heavy in her mind, of course they did. But today, well, she wanted to start afresh.

Just them. Just the Saviours.

Any bridges between her and the Alexandrians, thanks to Rick, had been well and truly burned. But that was ok.

They would be ok.

They didn't need anyone else, Blake knew that now.

The blonde woman smiled, pulling herself to her feet with a stiff groan, brushing her hands down on the back of her tight indigo jeans. She sighed gently, before moving quickly over to Mia and hauling her up beneath her armpits and dumping her down onto the mattress beside the the dark-haired Saviour, who was blatantly awake but trying to hide it, lying on his front now and grizzling into his pillow, his face obscured from view.

"Come on, daddy," Blake urged in a gentle teasing voice. "Wakey, wakey."

"Yea!" said Mia happily, crawling on top of Negan's back, her tiny knees digging into his spine. "Wayki, Wayki, Eggy!"

Blake laughed, tucking strand of long blonde hair behind her ear and coming to perch on the end of the bed beside the pair.

Negan gave a muffled groan.

"Daddy ain't awake yet, Beansprout," came his voice, heavy with sleep, but with a hint of playfulness residing there.

At this Mia squeaked with delight. "Yesh, yoo are! Yoo are awaik, Daddy! I 'ear yoo!"

"You must be imaginin' it," he muttered again.

But this only caused Mia to giggle and lean her tiny lips into his large ear, tugging at his earlobe with her pudgy fingers.

"Noh, n-noh….I noht. Naw waik up!" she muttered bossily into his ear as though telling him an important secret.

And it was only when she had pulled away and slid off of him, coming to rest on her bendy knees and peering at him expectantly, did Negan finally mutter a grizzled "Alright, Alright," and turn his head to face the pair of them, cocking a dark and frowning eyebrow up at Mia.

He was silent for a moment or two, before speaking.

"Am I gettin' that kiss then, Pipsqueak?"

Blake smiled, her heart feeling close to bursting, as Mia gave yet another happy giggle and pressed a drooly and loud kiss to Negan's cheek.

He grinned, swiping at his cheek with his hand as his eyes met with the blonde's finally.

"Is Daddy gonna get a kiss from Momma too?" he growled out, his dark eyes glinting with something.

And Blake could think of nothing she wanted more at that very moment than to oblige, smirking, as she rolled her eyes and leaned in, kissing gently at Negan's cheek just over the place where Mia had kissed him a second or two ago.

She pulled back slowly as Negan shifted around under the covers, his own grinning lips brushing against hers teasingly.

"Can I get woken up like this every fuckin' mornin', Peaches…" he asked in a lazy voice.

But Blake just smiled in return, nuzzling her nose to his.

"Not a chance," she purred, pressing a feather-light kiss to either side of his mouth teasingly. "You've got a community to run. But I, on the other hand, am the one who needs her beauty sleep."

With that, she pulled away, sitting back against her knees, pressing her hands to her lap, as Negan let out a long sigh, marvelling at her with a wide smirk.

"You get any more fuckin' beautuful, Darlin' an' I'm gonna have to think about lockin' you back up that cell downstairs for safe-keepin'," he growled.

But the dark-haired man was instantly hit with a pillow colliding with his face.

"You dare, Negan," came Blake's sing-song voice, as she slid from the bed, moving over to the closet just a few feet away from the four-poster, and opening its wide oak doors.

Negan shifted onto his side and propped up his head with his hand to watch as the blonde began to fuss with her hair, gazing intently at her own reflection with a pout.

"I was thinking..." said Blake after a few long moments of comfortable silence had passed, while Mia attempted to squeeze herself, head-first, between the gap between Negan's head and elbow. Negan saw the blonde's green eyes meet his in the reflection. "...after all that stuff last night…"

Her gaze left his for a mere second almost shamefully, before travelling back up again.

"...how about we go on a run out today? That way we can spend some time together AND take out any pent up frustration on any walkers we see. I mean, it's been a while, right?"

Negan gave a small, bemused frown at this, but Blake continued anyway, piling all her hair up onto her head before letting it fall carelessly back down onto her shoulders.

"Tan told me Mia's got a playdate with one of the kids from downstairs anyway, so...I dunno...I just thought it would give us a chance for some alone time," she finished turning to face him now and giving a small shrug, waiting for his reaction.

Blake half expected him to put his foot down and say no. For why the hell did he have to keep obliging all of Blake's whimful ideas?

But to her surprise Negan merely pursed his lips together, thinking for a moment, as he prised Mia's butt out from under his arm carefully, before answering with a slow nod.

"A road trip, huh?" he mused with a sniff. "Well I guess it couldn' do no harm. As long as you promise to stick with me the whole fuckin' time, Darlin'-"

He pointed a warning finger at Blake who merely smirked, rolling her eyes.

"Cause' I know what you're like for wanderin' off, an' gettin' that oh-so-fine ass of yours into all sortsa' trouble."

Blake offered him an innocent look in return.

"As if I'd do anything of the sort," she smirked, closing the closet door and wandering back over to them, hips swaying as she went.

And Negan could only narrow his dark eyes, letting a grin encapsulate his long face as she watched her entranced.

"Well I guess it's a damn date then," he replied, lifting his chin as Blake leaned in towards him, her smiling lips brushing against his.

"I guess it is," she murmured back, before kissing Negan gently.

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Sorry, just a short one today!

#negan #negan and blake #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #negan twd #twd #The Walking Dead #negan oc #negan fic #negan slow burn #negan fanfiction #jdm #negan story #negan fluff #negan au #twd fic

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thinthle · 6 years ago

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Simsala Grimm AU with Emile Picani as Doc and Remy/Sleep as croggy (could be wrong with the names here my memory of the show is not that fresh).

Once upon a time the sides got stuck in a nightmare lured there by the dark sides with what they most desired.

Team Remile leaps to the rescue but realises they’ve been deceived. The sides they knew and loved nowhere to be found. Dreams and nightmares have existed in different realms each containing their own plane of existence of reality. The Multiverse expanding with each new headcanon, theory, fanfic and plenty of AU’s accompanied by unique and different art styles from Fanders all over the world.

Now their quest really begins can they get their sides back to their world before Thomas wakes up and forgets them. Emile: Traveling through fairy tales sounds fun right ?

Lets see if my taglist will finally work again also feel free to send them questions in my ask box to progress the story or just get to know more about them.

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forgottenspring · 6 years ago

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*How I know I’m tired*

Me: *makes weird connection* MUDKIPS MUDKIPS SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN CAUSING A COMMOTION BECAUSE THEY ARE SO AWESOME!!!

Me: *Singing Three Caballeros, suddenly remembers House of Mouse* We’re three cappuccinos. Three gay cappuccinos. They say we’re drinks IN A BLENDER!!!

Me: Okay but what if- Near had the notebook not telling Light. And suddenly B found Near. Yo dude I want to see Mello getting involved, give Matt some panels. Do we even have anything in canon on him cause I highly doubt-.

Me: I legit just wrote five pages in one hour for a story... Why can’t I do this for essays? It would make it so much easier.

Me: Y’know everyone’s ooc in a fanfic since I’m not the original writer I won’t get them spot on no matter what I do. So what’s the point? Other than I could never see him doing that and the author would probably hunt me down with a bat.

Me: When the moon eats your eye like a nnbbsah THAT’S A MORAY!!! Wait I mixed up the meme, wait which part was off? Wait I think I said eye but eye is a part so EATS YOUR EYE WHAT KIND OF-!... *my sister in the next room busting a gut laughing*

Me: *lying in bed for two hours not moving* I believe in aliens but do they believe in me?... But I believe in ghosts but they usually don’t notice humans, so do they not believe in me? Do I even exist to a ghost?... If ghosts don’t know they’re dead what are they seeing half the time to convince them life is going all hunky dory?

Me: *hiccups every two seconds* Welp not getting *hiccup* sleep now. Sing with hiccups? *hiccup* I say yes, BRING *hiccup* ME TO *hiccup* LIIII*HICUP*IIIIFE~! *hiccup* Is this my life now *hiccup* forever unable to sing? What will *hiccup* the people say *hiccup* at the academy? *hiccup* So much promise! *hiccup* In that young one! *hiccup* Cursed by the wicked witch of the Blue Pond. *hiccup* Oh don’t *hiccup* know about her? Well she doesn’t *hiccup* know about you either. *hiccup* Wait where was I? *hiccup* GAH!!!

Me: How does one identify the odd thoughts of the sleep deprived from the ramblings of a writer? Look at the clock, it’s past any sensible time for bed? It’s both.

I hope you enjoyed some thoughts from a person avoiding sleep while needing it. Good night everyone! zzz...

#pokemon #the three caballeros #ducktales #death note #aliens #ghosts #i need sleep #tired rambling #mudkip #narwhal #i legit got hiccups halfway through this and tagged on the last bit bc i realized how weird my ramblings had gotten. but legit this all #happened and now i think i'm finally tired enough to sleep. goodnight everybody!#enfp #vae

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the-gouvernment-is-killing-me · 6 years ago

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Scary things that have happened to me

I have this demon (?) my friend named josé that comes around sometimes. He’s not really harmful so far and I get excited when he makes an apperence. He is also very shy.

(Blood and suicide tw)When I was ten I saw a ghost boy hanging from the ceiling in the mud room that lead to the stairs. He was blonde and maybe like nine or something. He was wearing blue and he had a fallen bucket under him. He also had some blood on him as well as on the floor.

I had this ghost girl that used to follow me. She kinda looked like the girl from the ring and would send me hallucinations. She left after we moved out of the “farm house”. I kinda miss her

Back at the farm house we had one of those swings that was a rope and a piece of wood tied to this really cool tree. There was an old doll in that tree that would stare down at you and I always had nightmares and hallucinations about it.

(Suicide tw) also my German Shepard would always try to hang himself on the swing. We tough he was just dumb but he would try to hang himself by the leash too. My dad always had to rescue him and he never succeeded.

My dad bought me a chucky doll and it got possessed. It turned its head at me and I threw it across the room.

My mom wouldn’t make us cookies and a ghost threw a pan at her. She was so shocked that she actually did make us cookies.

One time I was so mad I made the lights flicker.

In band we were practicing in the gym at night. The school lights were off and I turned around when I got in the gym lobby and in the dark we saw a man standing there besides me being alone with two friends. We screamed and ran back to the band room.

There was what I assume to be a possum that would scratch on my window at around 3:30 am every night and it just left after about two or so weeks. Every time I looked out the window nothing was there.

It is also common in my family to wake up randomly around 3:30.

One day I noticed a lot of baby spiders in my room. It was around 1 am and I looked up at the ceiling from my bed to see a HUGE spider above me. I don’t have a big problem with bugs but they still creep me out. I threw the spider in the living room and went back to sleep. Apparently it was a huntsman spider and they’re dangerous or something. When I woke up the spider and all the babies were gone.

There was also this haunted closet in the living room and I would always hear noises and it would open. Like I would lock it and put stuff in front of it and I would then watch it unlock, watch the knob turn, and then it open pushing the stuff out of the way.

This one time I was laying in my bed with my back to the mattress and I literally started levitating pelvis first and this music angel I had on my bed shelves went off. I didn’t go to school the next day. I’m pretty sure it was Wednesday.

We have a white cockatiel and it turned its head 360 twice in a row while staring me down.

Also this one time my mom and I watched this door turn its knob and open.

When I was in kindergarten I saw an orb turn into a ghost that looked relatively human. I was freaked out all day and told my mom about it when I got home. She then told me that my siblings friend mom died that morning and she was waiting until I said something.

I don’t have memory of this but when I was little (like two to four) I used to talk about UFOs and make circles when I didn’t know what a circle was. I would also constantly talk about going to Roswell.

I have vivid memories of being abducted by aliens when I was small. I also used to sit in the dark pantry for hours and talk to them about my day. They also said I was safe if aliens invaded earth while I was alive so ha!

I had this sleep paralysis nightmare where this jackal was just slowly making its way towards me and swinging a pocket watch.

I have had multiple out of body experiences before the age of ten and we always joke about how I have nine lives. If this is true I have about 6 lives left.

I was lying in my bed with my back to the door and I hear the doorknob click open. I thought it was my mom so I didn’t turn around. The door opened really slowly and this kind of freaked me out. Like why was my mom slowly opening my door in the middle of the night? Then it dawned on me that I didn’t hear any footsteps. When the door stopped I laid still for what felt like forever. I then remembered I had a hammer under my bed and I took it and went to my moms room. I asked if she went into my room and she said no. I had trouble sleeping that night.

(Tw) I’ve had dreams where my family members were killed. Let’s just say the detail was so real I would be confused when I saw them alive.

This isn’t really scary but I have a dream scape that has corrilating themes like the tatto on my left arm and the fact I have two mudkip plushies instead of one.

My mom had a little statue of two prayer hands in my room. This was when I was like 4 maybe 5. I was in my room alone I believe and I felt someone ticking my back. I had just woken up but I didn’t open my eyes yet. I was petrified when I realized my back was facing the wall so it couldn’t be a human. Thinking it was a ghost I gathered the courage to look back and just see nothing. The statue was right there and it put its fingers back in place. Stone fingers moved in front of my eyes. I have anxiety now when someone touches my back so thanks ghost.

#this is all i can think about #ghost #aliens #scary #spooky #story #story time

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insomniac-arrest · 7 years ago

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Preview of my Next Story

I was struggling with some of my other stories, so I made this one as more of a palate cleanser

The Walmart Predicament

Jesse’s life is a bit of a mess, Jesse has insomnia, Jesse gets bored, Jesse is certain the centaur at the Shell gas station is going to light him on fire one day.

Ty is a Walmart greeter who is always there at 1am and kind of looks like a K-pop star that should be on the front of knock-off Twilight novels.

Vampires were all supposed to be killed off around 1901 with the Vampire hunters doing their damn job, but Jesse has a very shaky theory that one just happened to make it. And works at Walmart.

Based on that one tumblr post, urban fantasy where vampires are the fantasy part.

Preview:

Part 1: You Can’t Live with your ex-Girlfriend in a One Bedroom apartment

Jesse was looking at a Pokemon figurine, a very blue, very smooth pokemon figurine. According to the confusingly labeled rack this thing was either supposed to be 14.99 or 4.99. One was a little more reasonable than the other.

On one hand, the little plastic toy of a mudkip was probably going to be made of a much better plastic if it was actually $14.99. On the other hand, all he had in his pocket was a crumpled ten dollar bill and his debit card with Schrodinger's amount of money on it.

He refused to check so it was like bank account was empty and full at the same time, ooh, science. He told himself it was science and he wasn’t waffling on buying a toy from the kid's aisle.

Jesse had no idea how long he had been standing in aisle nine, it could have anywhere between 5 minutes and fifteen minutes. But he blinked and it felt a lot more like an hour.

He leisurely looks down at his blank watch and then back up toward the end of the aisle. He wondered the Home Decor section earlier looking for someone to ask but then reverted to the ‘wait and ambush’ method in aisle 9 instead.

He waited.

Walmart had been nominated for the number one customer service store in the US for five years in a row. Jesse had no idea why.

He waited for at least twenty minutes hoping an employee would pop up and tell him if his pokemon figurine was 4.99 or 14.99. But it looked like he had been left to the wolves.

Alone in the world to try and navigate Walmart at 4 in the morning. Or five in the morning. His watch was also broken and Jesse liked to keep his phone battery at a simmering 4%.

It gave his brother anxiety to look at but Jesse liked an excuse on why he didn’t answer texts. He had enough to think about already without 22 questions from his coworkers on what kind of hot sauce he preferred (Cholula).

Jesse looked back to the mysteriously priced toy and then back to the end of the aisle. Walmart had won the number one customer service award for the United States for five years in a row.

Ricky said it was because everyone had very low expectations for the place so whenever an employee so much as smiled at them they just thought ‘banger, best place in the states.’ Jesse took that as a life motto: keep expectations low and blow ‘em away with minimal effort.

He was working on the minimal effort part after coming off a nine-day bend of only 3-4 hours of sleep a night. Per night.

He had been in the aisle for anywhere between thirty minutes and an hour thirteen minutes, he glances down at his blank watch again. Finally, he puts the toy down and goes shuffling back toward the front of the store.

If he said he remembered why he drove over here in the first place, he’d be lying.

He’s contemplating the fact that one of his socks is gray while the other is dark purple when he hears a sharp voice off to his left. “Good morning, ma’am. Let me know if you need anything.” Jesse’s head swivels around like a partially-broken merry-go-round, moving at half speed. He recognized that voice, like a silver chime in the wind against a very blurry morning mist, Jesse blinks.

He stays perfectly still for a moment, a young man in a blue vest and styled dyed blonde hair stands by the door. His hands were neatly held behind his back and his shoes were a shiny black material that reflected the light.

Jesse’s mouth opens slowly, his eyes go wide, he knew this greeter. Ty, blonde, shiny-black shoes Ty.

Jesse freezes in place and fixates on a single glowing sunbeam that peaks just through the door. It was happening. His eyes dart to the greeter, and then back to the sunbeam.

It had to be somewhere around five o’clock in the morning now, his eyes go back to the sunbeam, and then once more toward the greeter.

Ty, the young man with dyed blonde tips and a pleased smile on his face steps delicately out of the way of a sunbeam as it snakes up toward his shoe. He takes several steps away from it.

Jesse’s mouth was completely open now, he takes out his phone to take a picture but then he remembers his battery is dead.

He looks back up, Jesse is pretty sure the door-greeter at the Walmart is a vampire.

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Jesse sat slumped on the couch with his neck craned at just the right angle for it be almost comfortable. The couch itself slumped underneath him like it wished to be a lumpy mattress in its next life and the floor stayed perfectly still. Which was a good thing.

He couldn’t say the same thing about his vision, but the blurry smudge people in the corner of the room were probably friendly. The TV was on but he couldn’t repeat the plot of it if he wanted to, a girl around the age of 17 sat in front of it munching on croutons out of the bag.

Jesse was lucky he heard his phone ring as he was reaching into his pocket, his instincts let him just press the little green button before checking the caller ID.

“‘Ello.” He says as the smudge people in the corner of the room begin to dance emphatically.

“Jesse?” He hears a high-pitched voice call out, “this is the third time I’ve called.” Jesse shrugged as if the other person could see him, “the TV was loud.” He just hears a heavy sigh on the other side, “It’s Tom.”

Jesse lowers himself down in the chair, ”I know hey.”

”I’ve called because-” “I renewed the lease, yeah.” The voice sounded tired, “That’s what I thought.” “For like, just another month.” “Jesse,” his brother says on the other side of the line in a slow voice, “you can’t live in a one bedroom apartment with your ex-girlfriend.” Jesse just hums, “perhaps?”

The girl near the TV turns around, “What’s he saying?” Jesse blinks up slowly, “he doesn’t want me to live with Yumi anymore.” “Tell him to push off,” she crunched a crouton between her teeth, “she’s the only one that vacuums.” Jesse frowns, “hey, I do the laundry. We are both contributing.” “Will you do my laundry?” His niece bats her long lasses and Jesse makes a face.

“No.” “Then your argument is invalid, next.” “Jeez,” the voice on the other side of the line says, “this is what I’m talking about. You can’t live in a one bedroom apartment with your ex-girlfriend and still do her laundry.” “We’re friends. And she doesn’t like touching detergent.” “It’s weird! And,” Tommy, his brother, continues, “weren’t you getting more hours at the Shake Shack anyway? You know. To find a new place.” “What’s he saying now?” Chaudhry asks as she turns around in place.

Jesse holds the phone away from his ear, “he thinks I should get a new place or Yumi needs to leave.” Chaudhry rolls her eyes, “he’s gay now Tom,” she says in a loud voice, “not mean. You should learn something from it.” “More hours!” Tommy continues, “at the Shake Shack!”

Jesse tilts his head back, “they’re actually cutting them. But I figure, hey less time there, ya know?” He hears a loud groan, “I can’t pay everyone’s phone bill forever.” “Thanks for that Tom-Tom by the way,” Chaudhry had crawled over and was sitting by his knee.

“Please,” it was almost begging, “at least tell me you’ve gotten some sleep this week. Or gone to the group.” Jesse opens his mouth, he closes his mouth again. “Do you think Walmart hires vampires?” He heard a small muffled cry, “can someone put Yumi on the phone actually? I can consider switching to being her brother.” “She’s buying more paper plates since she hates doing the dishes,” Chaudhry props her chin up as she speaks. “And touching dish soap.”

“Well, nevermind them.” Tommy sighs. “Right, sleep. Yes? No?” Jesse frowns, “I tried.” He studies the smudges in the corner of his eye, “but the vampire thing was kinda bugging me, you know? He’s really pale, well-dressed, asian, like a K-pop star or something since his hair is all, you know. Buttery.” “Buttery?” “Yellow.” Chaudhry contributes.

“Yes, yellow,” he says with a jab of his finger, “that one. And he’s only there at night.” “He just works nights then Jesse, actually, okay, yes, yes, I’m coming over, stay right there.” “Wait,” Jesse says it too late, “you don’t need to-” Click.

And that was the end of that.

Chaudhry takes out another crouton and munches it between her teeth, “I would like to hear about the vampire.” “He’s a door greeter,” Jesse says slowly as he blinks, “and he couldn’t tell me how much this Pokemon figurine was.” His brother was still coming over to the apartment.

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Jesse had one older brother and one older sister, his sister was ten years older than him and already had two kids which put her in a league of her own. A superman if you will, but Tommy, Tommy was only one year older than him.

And that meant something.

He also didn’t want him to live in a tiny apartment with his girlfriend that broke up with him two months ago, but some things can’t be helped. Like sleeping, that was hard to help.

Or do, or stop thinking about sometimes. Sleep, sleep, sleep, that’s all that came across his mind, like a seashore he could never reach but kept paddling towards. It was an uphill battle.

Jesse was having one of those nights, Chaudhry had gone home to her moms after Tommy began chewing Jesse out and now he once again, staring up at his ceiling. Tracing imaginary lines in it with his eyes and taking deep even breaths.

He wished he could invite Yumi back onto the bed, having someone else there usually helped. But the bed had never really been big enough for the both of them, and even she drew the line somewhere.

Her distant snores helped, but Jesse felt his consciousness start to tighten around him like a boa constrictor. Did he remember to lock the front door? Did he need a new lock?

What kind of idiot didn’t check their doors now, or have a spare lock.

Jesse sat bolt upright in bed, he blinks. He needed to go to Walmart.

#preview #writing #urban fantasy #I write m/m now and then to mix things up #coming soon to my tumblr near you!

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zenfulmockingbird · 4 years ago

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Years ago, there was two nobles worked for the king of Kalos. One as red as the setting sun and one blue as the endless sea...during the war, one of the nobles tried to kill the king, but the other one stopped him. They both fiercely battle each other but, in the end, the red noble lost and suffered serve injury. Before the red noble lost died, he places a curse on the blue noble and his children. Him and his decedents. At first, most of the children saw it as a blessing than a curse and took advantage of it, but soon they learned stumble upon two things. The feud between the family continues.

Ep.1: Hooked

The fool. The first card in every deck of tarot card. It means beginning and to walk into the unknown. It also meant surprises. That what the card I drawn from the deck means. But the thing about tarot cards are that they were taken from a card game and became part of a scam by someone wanting to make some quick cash. I only bought a deck for laughs.

Let me Introduce myself. My name is Itzal Chevalier. I am an 18 years old Kalosian male with orange eyes and messy blond hair. Now you are probably wondering why I'm not a journey. There a reason for that.

I finished up unpacking the last of my stuff and decided to relax until mom come back from shopping. I grabbed my violin from its case and opened the window to let cool winter Hoenn air in and let the sound of my violin echo out through the calm wilderness of Littleroot Town. Littleroot Town wasn't so bad. It was peaceful rural town. It was nothing special about it except for two things. The first was that it was the home Professor Birch, an expert on Pokemon habitat. The second one being also the home of the Petalburg City gym leader, Norman. Besides that, there not that much to do here as far as I know. Growing up in Luminose City, I spent my time doing a routine. Get a disguise, walk around, find something that catch my interest, do something, and then go home. Day in, day out. My boredom grew...but heck maybe this place will havesomething more to offer.

“AHHHHH! Help” My train of thought was broken by loud scream! I looked in the direction it was coming form. I dashed outside and followed where the scream it was coming from... Route and dashed toward location of the scream. When I got there, I saw it was a brown hair man getting attacked by a pack of Poochyena. It was Professor Birch.

“Help me!” He screamed as he dodged packs attack.

“Get back here!”

I looked around and saw grabbed saw a branch lying and swung it at them, but one of them snagged the branch and crushed it in its maw. “Listen!” Birch shouted from the branch of the tree he was hanging from, “In my bag. there are some Poke balls. Ahhh! I dashed toward the bag, dodging the Poochyena attacks. I slowly opened it and my heart raced from the contents inside. Three Poke balls with the marking of each Pokemon. I knew what the curse effects were, but I not taking it as my starter. I am just borrowing it, not keeping it. With that known, which do I choose knowing that nothing would happen. I grabbed the one to the right of me, I tossed it above the battlefield and a burst of energy shot from the capsule and took form of a Mudkip. “Huh? What's going on?” I pointed at the Birch and when she let out a disappointed sigh “Looks like Birch in trouble with the Poochyena pack again.”

I looked at her, bewildered by what I just heard “Again. You mean this happened before.”

“Multiple time. From what I am heard, most trainers and their starters meet...” she stared at me in shock “You can understand me!”

“Yes.”

“How is that even possible?”

“Magic.”

“Then tell that bastard he’s so dead,” One of the Poochyena said “This is the 25th time that he crashed our nest.”

I looked at Birch “25 times...”

“They were all accidents,” Birch pleaded, “I swear!”

“Accidents my ass,” the Poochyena, “You wrecked our nest too many times. We’re sick of repairing our place for damages you caused, so now you’re going to pay.”

“Now, now. I’m sure we can all negotiate this like ci- EEK!” I quickly stepped to the side when one of them tried to bite.

The Mudkip launched stream of water from her and knocked Poochyena back. Mudkip firing stream of water at each one of them as they got near her. Still the situation was grim. We were outnumbered and while she manages to withstand some of their attacks, but at this rate We will be overpowered. We need to find the pack leader and take them out. Pooychena from the back barked orders “Omega, Gamma attack the blond hair human. Me and Yukkon will focus on the bearded one.” Omega Yes Balto! (“Well that was answered my question.”) I got near Manami and whispered to her, “Defeat the one on the right one heading toward Birch.”

Manami nodded. She dashed toward him till she was beside him and unleashed a stream of water at him.

Balto let out a low growl “You bitch. I’ll make you pay.” He lunged toward her

“Mudkip, use tackle.” She artfully sidestepped the attack and charged right into him Balto and knocked him down. He struggled to get up but gives up and passed out. The remaining Poochyena grabbed their fallen leader and ran away in terror.

So that what being in a battle was like. It was exciting. I wished it lasted a bit longer. I walked over to the Mudkip and bowed to her “Thank you milady.” She flashed me a cute smile “Your welcome.” Birch gave me a hardy pat on the back “Thank you...what your name?” “Itzal Chevalier. “Well Itzal, since you save met, I would like you to have that Mudkip as a reward.” My heart skipped a beat. I was being offered a Pokemon. I knew I was fine if I just borrowed it but accepting it... there were some loopholes to prevent it. I could become a trainer. I could stop it. But can I handle what would happen next? I looked outside as I watch Manami training with my mom Honchkrow Noire. She came over to visit and when she saw Noire, she asked him to train with him. She also asked mom's Purugly Melody to if she wanted battle, but she refused. Her battle style was unique. She was not relying on her physical strength, but her speed and the surrounding. But if it was a real battle, she be out like a light in a few seconds. Still watching it, I could not help but recall that feeling. The same feeling from 4 days ago. I couldn't get out it out of my system. Every time to erase that memory, I just reform and the desire just burn stronger evertime. This was one of the reasons I came to my choice. My train of thought was interrupted by my mom’s voiec. “Itzal.” I turned around and saw her and dad standing there with a worried look on their faces. “Have you come to a choice?” “.... Yes.” My dad ran his hands through his unkempt black hair and let out a sigh. “You do know that once you start, there no going back? You can't live a normal life” “... Dad. Remember how I told you how I battled with Manami against those Poochyena. It felt exciting, like I wasn't trapped in some boring routine. I want the other family members to feel that. To be free without fear.” They hesitated for a second and looked at each other. My dad nodded his head in agreement.” Very well. We shall ride Noire to the nearest the nearest center so you can get your license and register for the league.” “I'll do some research” my mom said “and try to find a way to prevent the effects from kicking in.” “Thanks.” And like that. I entered Birch’s lab “Professor.” My old normal life ended. Some pieces died and buried and other kept. He looked at me “What is it?” I was already passed the line of no return. “About the offer.” The only way back to a normal life or anything similar to it. “I like to accept the Manami as my starter.” Was to break the curse.

To be continued

Got Manami Mudkip. lv:5, Nature: Adamant. Characteristic: Quick to flee.

#spellbound #nuzlocke #wonderlocke #traditional drawing #pokemon

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mahoushoujjo · 7 years ago

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Intro

Okay so, for those of you who don’t know! I’m Brianna!! I’ve been Amy’s best friend since I was in 6th grade and she was in 7th. Throughout these ten years I’ve been super incredibly lucky to come to know what an amazing person Amy is. I’ve been with her through all her rough patches, all her good times, all her bad times, her relationships and her breakups as she has been with me. It’s pretty safe to say that we are inseparable at this point lmao.

That being said, I was one of the witnesses to the trainwreck that was her relationship with Mudkip. One of the closest witnesses because I actually was there for one of the big events that happened that I will discuss later on in my post.

I’m making this statement because I absolutely hate when abusers are let off the hook from the horrible things they do. It sickens me that people like Mudkip are allowed to continue living their normal life after wreaking havoc and damaging anothers.

Amy dated Mudkip from November 2016 to the summer of 2017. They met through a mutual friend on Overwatch when Mudkip joined the discord server we were all members on!

Notice: Each section will begin with a quote from Amy that relates to the point of the section. There are receipts to all of the incidents mentioned. If anything is wished to be disputed or if someone needs proof I would be happy to send screenshots. Happy reading!

Pushing Boundaries and Not Respecting Wishes

Things were rocky from the beginning. Mudkip constantly flirted with everyone on the server even after Amy repeatedly told them that she wasn’t comfortable with this. Mudkip would come to me for “advice” while sending me out of context screenshots of their and Amy’s conversation making Amy seem like the bad guy. Mudkip continuously flirted with me and tried to get me on their side. I would be lying if I said that I was never even slightly deceived by her. Luckily, like a rational person I would go to Amy right after and ask what was happening and get the full context. This never stopped Mudkip though. I have screenshots of message after message of them ranting to me about Amy overreacting and “acting out of line.” After a while I started getting fed up with this constant talking behind Amy’s back I told them to basically back off and that I couldn’t be in the middle of things anymore.

However, that didn’t stop the breaking of the boundaries. I remember one particular night, after all of the flirting drama and explaining that it went against Amy’s boundaries, I got a call late at night from Amy. She was crying and wanted to talk to me alone. My (now ex) boyfriend was there at the time so I put on some warm clothes and went outside in the dead of night while it was snowing just to speak to her alone. She was sobbing and having a panic attack because Mudkip was telling her about how they thought that a specific Korean singer in a music video was “sexy” and “hot” and how the video turned them on, and even though Amy was obviously upset about those statements, Mudkip continued in explicit detail. Amy had discussed over and over before with Mudkip by this point about how she didn’t want to know who Mudkip found hot, and especially not details, because of Amy’s rough history with exes cheating and similar situations.

There were many other situations radically similar to this one that I would be glad to bring up if asked but for the sake of how long this already is I’m leaving it at that.

The Great Discord Split of January 2017

“my ex even encouraged me to never talk to my best friend again, who i have known since i was 12. luckily for my best friend and i, we ignored that and made up.”

It only got worse after that moment honestly. Personally in my life I was going through a lot of things. I was being forced to move out of my apartment and leave my life in Dallas behind. One of my close friends and I were in a feud and it was affecting me more than I would like to admit. I was depressed and anxious and crying every day. Yet here comes Mudkip causing drama yet again.

I wasn’t too involved in this drama because I was dealing with so much in my life so I’ll just say exactly what I know. On the discord server there was a slightly annoying dude called Phantom. He was usually online in the early morning hours only because he had work or something, and if someone didn’t like him he was pretty easy to avoid. Mudkip decided that he was a true burden to their existence and basically said “Hey, if you don’t kick Phantom I’m leaving the server”. I guess they expected everyone to be on board with this even though a few people on the server were close with Phantom and didn’t necessarily want to kick him despite his annoyances. When the owner of the server, a super good and close mutual friend of ours, didn’t comply with Mudkip’s request they went absolutely mad.

They basically turned against the entire server. Of course this meant, because Amy was dating them and didn’t want to lose Mudkip, Amy was turned against us as well. Amy was encouraged to not talk to me by Mudkip and this lead to a HUGE rift in mine and Amy’s friendship. We didn’t speak for almost a month because of Mudkip. This made me feel like shit because at the time, it just felt like I was losing everything. But also it sucked because I was watching my best friend be manipulated into doing whatever Mudkip wanted.

Luckily after a while me and Amy started talking again despite Mudkip’s efforts to split us apart. However it did take Amy a while to begin talking to the rest of the server again. After Amy did come back to the old server, Mudkip was jealous predictably and complained about “having no friends” even though Mudkip had isolated Amy from all of these people before...

Mudkip’s Ignoring and Pettiness Towards Me

“if me and my ex were skyping, and my ex went to sleep, i would mute myself and call my best friend often, and look over and see my ex awake and glaring at me. just sitting here. staring me down. as i tried to have one conversation with my best friend.”

While me and Amy began talking again, this apparently really pissed off Mudkip. We were at one point pretty buddy buddy. However after the big discord rift things were never the same between us. Or just in general if we are being honest. I’ve never seen someone get so affected by a relatively small problem in the grand scheme of things.

Mudkip would purposefully ignore me and overall just treat me like shit after the discord drama. It was as if suddenly I had become a huge threat to them or something. Amy was repeatedly told to not tell me that she loved me because “it was weird for friends to say that” or that It made it less special when she said it to Mudkip. It should be stated that Mudkip told me a number of times that they loved me in the past and that they would also flirt a lot with me. But for some reason Amy telling me, her best friend, that she loved me was wrong? Seems fishy.

When we would all play Overwatch together I would be spoken over or just flat out ignored by Mudkip. I’m a Lucio main and for some reason Mudkip would make it a point to comment on how good a Lucio other people were while I was there. I would never get acknowledged when I made good plays or even get a thank you for heals. It was like I wasn’t even there. Mudkip also would make underhanded comments directed towards me and whoever I brought with me into the group. This upset me quite a bit because it made me not even want to play Overwatch with my best friend because it was no fun being treated like shit by Mudkip.

A number of times I “slipped” and said something affectionate towards Amy during the times I would play Overwatch with them and Amy would tell me that Mudkip would private message her telling her to let me know to tone it down or just stop all together. A lot of the times I just left the party.

It got to the point where me and Amy couldn’t even just play Overwatch just me and her anymore. Mudkip always had to be there. If they weren’t they would have a huge depressive, self-pitying meltdown to Amy to where eventually Amy would let them in the party just to shut them up. When they would join the party they Would Just Not Talk. It was silent on their end. There was no attempt to even interact with either of us which made everything extremely awkward.

Then there was the fact that if I ever went to visit Amy Mudkip would get jealous that I was there. They would comment to Amy that they didn’t want me sleeping in the same bed as her (the only other option was a cat pee soaked couch) and that they wanted alone time with her. Even though. I was VISITING.

Eventually I began living with Amy. Sharing a bed has never been a problem with us because we have known eachother for so long that it’s just not a big deal. And honestly, it was sleep with Amy or sleep on the couch which was covered in cat pee because of the years of cat pee abuse by a very naughty cat. However to Mudkip this was the end of the world. I specifically remember a conversation Amy showed me of Mudkip literally asking if I could sleep on the floor and that they would be willing to buy me a sleeping bag. Like???? I’m sorry. I’m sleeping with my best friend thank you.

THE VISIT.

“my best friend was living with me at the time to escape her abusive living situation with her parents. my ex of course had never been happy about that. the first night i picked my ex up was fine. the next day? preluded an entire month or so of living in actual hell.”

Like I mentioned earlier, sometime in April I began living with Amy. Around May Mudkip was set to come visit her for an entire month. (Amy was then set to go to New York for a month, then Mudkip back here. Thus concluding the entire summer) This had upset Amy as well because for one thing, Amy had not explicitly consented to the entire summer being spent with Mudkip but Mudkip had booked it anyways. Secondly, because of all the things I stated above, things were not exactly peachy keen between them two. Amy was constantly complaining about them and just pretty much dreading the entire trip. At the time though, Amy and I had thought that there was some glimmer of hope that things would be okay and things would work out and go back to normal since we would all be under one roof.

We have never been more wrong.

There are really no words to accurately describe the events that happened during that month. I’m being truly serious Like. I’ve never been more frightened and annoyed by a person. I’m getting ahead of myself though. It all began nicely enough. The first night was good. Mudkip got here, we all said hi and greeted eachother and went to bed early after chatting a bit.

The next day things went bad. As if ignoring me on Overwatch wasn’t enough, I found myself getting the silent treatment to my face as well. When me and Amy would have a conversation, Mudkip would not even attempt to pitch in or say anything. They would give both of us the silent treatment, do a little pouty face, and just sit there. They just seemed to want all the attention to be on them.

I’m not an unreasonable person, I did realize that they were a couple. I didn’t want to get in the way of intimate moments or any alone time they wanted to have together. It was not like I was asking to be involved in everything at every moment of the day. I constantly asked Amy if I should leave or if I should give them some space. Amy never wanted me to, especially later on when Amy was afraid to be alone with Mudkip. So I just stayed with them.

Amy was really troubled by Mudkip’s lack of care to engage in conversation with me and when we were all together, so Amy started acting distant towards them. It was sort of “an eye for an eye” thing. Mudkip was acting distant towards us, Amy acted distant towards Mudkip. This led to a lot of very obvious crying from Mudkip. I don’t mean like, a few tears. I mean like. Very loud sobbing coming from Amy’s room. If they weren’t loud sobbing in Amy’s room, they was silent crying in the living room in front of both of us. This only made us more uncomfortable and quite frankly, if I didn’t care for Amy and it was my house I would have just asked them to leave right then and there.

Mudkip never talked to me. For a week it went on like this. It got to the point where eventually me and Amy decided to confront her after they once again, isolated themself in Amy’s room and sobbed. We discussed all our behavior and talked about how we can make things better for all of us. I reassured Mudkip that I didn’t hate them and I was perfectly fine with hanging out with them. They just sat there with a sad face and didn’t really say much if anything at all honestly. Me and Amy left, and hoped for a better tomorrow.

Unfortunately that was not the case. Things never changed. Day after day happened with me being ignored. The silent treatment, the passive aggressiveness. Sure there were some times where we would all KIND OF get along. Such as the night we stayed up until 8am binge watching the entire series “The OA”. Even then, if I can remember correctly Mudkip was annoyed by that because Amy didn’t go to bed with them that night. (BECAUSE WE WERE ALL WATCHING A SHOW!!!! ALL OF US!!!) I can’t stress this enough, every day was fucking awkward.

Mudkip would also do this thing where they would just. Not shower! They would constantly text Amy in the middle of the day, in the living room with all of us hanging around to ask if she wanted to shower with them to initate sex. When Amy said no, Mudkip would just. Not shower. I’m pretty sure throughout the entire stay Mudkip only showered twice. No more than three times. And when they did shower, cue once again the loud sobbing and what sounded like the banging of her head on the wall.

No one was happy. Absolutely no one. Amy was unhappy because of Mudkip’s horrible attitude to not being the center of attention at all times, Mudkip was unhappy because they wasn’t the center of attention, and I was unhappy because I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. I’m a pretty nervous and anxious person, and having someone around who very obviously is turned off by your presence just made everything really bad for me!

Most of the days leading up to the grand finale of the visit are a blur. Amy began sleeping all day due to depression. Me and Mudkip were often left alone awake. I WILL ADMIT! Me and Mudkip had at least two good days together where we went grocery shopping and made smoothies. It wasn’t bad and honestly, I wish it could have been like that the entire time. But again, two days out of the month that Mudkip was there. Two. Days.

As soon as Amy would wake up though, it went back to the same shit. It was just so stressful and if anyone wants more examples PLEASE don’t hesitate to contact me or Amy. This is already pretty long so I’m just going to cut off there to get to the GRAND FINALE.

THE GRAND FINALE!

“we were frantically calling suicide and self help hotlines and websites, asking for help with the situation. then it got quiet.”

Eventually. As any sane person would, Amy got fed up with this routine. After multiple failed attempts to gently convince Mudkip to go home, especially since we couldn’t afford to feed all of us well let alone go out and do things, Amy finally decided it was time to break up with her.

Oh man guys. This was a wild time. I’m going to sum this up as shortly as I can.

Amy broke up with Mudkip while I was hanging in the room I was sleeping in at the time.

Amy walks into the room with her laptop to hide out and give Mudkip space since they did just break up.

Very shortly after we began hearing very loud screaming and banging coming from outside the room.

Amy went to go check up on Mudkip only to find Mudkip sprawled out on the hallway floor sobbing.

Amy sat with Mudkip for a little bit then came back into the room.

Mudkip was screaming. Crying. SCREAMING.

Me and Amy were panicking and going on multiple different HELP websites as we could to get advice on the situation, but since it was around 4am, we were getting little to no help. We didn’t even have the money to send them home.

Eventually we hear a really loud bang, and then later on a call from Mudkip saying that they had went on a walk. At 4am. In a city they doesn’t know. A city that doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to being safe! They said that they were walking, they didn’t know where they were and were lost. Me and Amy began freaking out. Mudkip said that there was someone watching them. Eventually after everything was settled and Mudkip said they were heading back we hung up the phone.

At this point me and Amy were freaking out because they were just. Wandering the streets sobbing! Once again! At 4am! Eventually we get a text from them saying that a COP! A COP PICKED THEM UP! The cop had seen them and asked if they were in an abusive situation. They had said no but the cop had escorted them back anyways.

I just want to point out that this could have been very bad for Amy and I had the cop decided to follow up and escort them to the door and question us. Not in the sense that we would have gotten in trouble or anything but it would have been really awkward explaining to a fucking cop what had happened that night.

For the rest of the weeks to come, I’m just going to put an excerpt from Amy’s testimony thing here.

“i wanted my ex to go home. you would think they would have booked a flight after being dumped, but no. i couldn’t afford to feed myself st this time, let alone buy a ticket. we had a whole nother week of awkwardness, a week of my ex leaving suicide notes and scary letters out on my Pillow For Me To Find, a week of finding blood in my shower & broken towel racks, and hours of listening to my ex scream and cry in my room, before my ex finally left. i had to break up with my ex an additional time in that period, and only then did my ex finally call their mom to get them a flight home.”

I want to elaborate on a few things here.

We were dirt poor. And because Mudkip was here we couldn’t exactly just. Get jobs! And leave Mudkip home alone! We were living on literal scraps and pennies!

During this week or two, Mudkip acted like things were fine between them and Amy. They would constantly try and snuggle and kiss and hold Amy while we were all in the living room together. (They wouldn’t and couldn’t go home I guess, so we had to include her in things.) This made both me and Amy SEVERELY UNCOMFORTABLE.

When they did finally shower, we would hear banging and sobbing as usual. One particular time they were taking a very long time in there. We got concerned and checked on them only to find that they were laying on the floor of the bathroom.

When they came out I had to use the restroom. I walked in there and saw a blood splatter on the shower wall. That was my breaking point. I wanted them out. Like, how dare they do that? It’s a fucking shower as well so it’s not like they had no means of cleaning it. They wanted us to see! They wanted to guilt Amy even more than they already were!

Shortly after, Amy drove home that they were breaking up, and they left as mentioned above. And thank god too. It was like instant relief.

THE AFTERMATH

I’m going to keep this short and sweet since this is a very long essay and it’s around 1am right now.

After Mudkip went home, Amy wanted to continue being nice and civil towards Mudkip since burnt bridges aren’t always the best thing. However, Mudkip took this as Amy wanting to continue trying to be in a relationship with them.

As if none of the past month had ever happened, Mudkip would continuously text and even call Amy at all times of the day. If Amy didn’t respond Mudkip spammed her phone with literal hundreds of texts and calls wondering where she was, what she was doing, why she wasn’t answering.

Mudkip would send messages to Amy saying things like, “the moon is so pretty out tonight! but not as beautiful as you!” and “boop! :3 (when amy didn’t respond to this they messaged again with) you don’t like my boop? :(“. They also on one occasion sent an explicit message on tumblr which made Amy very uncomfortable.

Message after message was sent to a very annoyed and NOT INTERESTED Amy, but Mudkip never got the hint. Even after Amy would repeatedly tell them that they were crossing boundaries!

If Amy was asleep and didn’t respond, Mudkip called. Mudkip texted. Mudkip probably wanted to call the fucking cops who knows. Mudkip did nothing but OBSESS over Amy for weeks after they went home.

Recently a hurricane hit our area and Mudkip somehow even used THAT to try and get back together with Amy. they told her, “hey i’m probably going to go down to texas soon to help out the harvey victims!” This obviously wasn’t true. This was just a scheme to try and reconnect yet again with Amy.

Basically, that was the ridiculous last straw and I ended up sending her a harsh call out on twitter and her contact with Amy and anyone really associated with her dropped to almost none.

That was my account on the situation. It left not only me emotionally drained, but it really took a toll on Amy too. I’m not saying we were perfect in the situation, because we weren’t. Things could have been handled differently I’m aware of that. However, what Mudkip put us through was inexcusable.

#abuse tw #emotional abuse

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leesacrakon · 7 years ago

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Sanders Sides Appreciation Month: Logan Week, Day 7- The Real World

Finally caught up! I’m sad to see Logan Week end, but I can’t wait for Roman week to begin tomorrow! have lots in mind for our little Prince... *evil smile* Anyways, this is the final fic for Logan week of @cefmua56 ‘s Sanders Sides Appreciation Month! It’s extremely short, more a drabble, but whatever.

Tag List: @romananalogicality @tiny-mudkip @lovely-chaotic-goddess @the-sun-shines-bright @pattonpending @edgeworthsnoodle @the-babysitter@sunnyside12pershon @aph-curls-n-dimples @cup-of-blue @xix-leiloves-xix

Challenge c: How will you say goodbye to Logan as your teacher? Maybe go out with a bang! Or draw Logan and Roman interacting somehow. Out with the old and in with the new. We sure will miss you…Logan.

Fandom(s): Sanders Sides, YouTube, Thomas Sanders

Warnings: None

Ship(s): None

Out of everything that could’ve happened on the last day of school, this was definitely not something Logan had expected. He had arrived at the high school in low spirits, his feet dragging as he tiredly pushed open the door to his classroom. Frowning deeply at the absence of students, Logan sighed and switched on the lights. He gasped when he was suddenly tackled to the ground by an unseen mass, his head narrowly missing the edge of his desk as he fell. Groaning and fixing his glasses, he looked up to see the entirety of his Grade 9 English class lying on top of him.

“W-What are you doing here?! It’s not a mandatory day! You all should be at home-”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t want you to be alone on the last day!” one of the students, Logan presumed it was either Ethan Kenny or Sam Gee, cried out in a no-nonsense tone. Logan blinked and then grinned, hugging the students closest to him before gently pushing them off and getting to his feet.

“I brought chips and soda! Leesa baked brownies, Artyom and Ace pitched in to buy a pizza, and we all signed a card! We thought you needed a break; we noticed you haven’t been yourself these past few weeks,” Julia said, holding up the goods and grinning at her teacher. Logan laughed slightly and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re all crazy, you know that?” Logan said, snickering softly. His class laughed and he smiled at them fondly as they got out paper plates and set the treats on the table. Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

#sanderssidesappreciationmonth #logan week #logan sanders #logic sanders #logan is an english teacher #fanfic #my fanfic #final logan fic #thomas sanders #sanders sides #short #fluff #not very good #apologies

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oskarwing · 7 years ago

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Video Game curse

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. “Could you turn the game quiet please, Dean?” Sam asks. “You don’t have to play it that loudly...”

“I’m not playing! I am doing research.” It was their new case. So much weirdness was almost too much even for them.

A girl witnessed her brother getting killed by a creature looking a lot like Bowser from Super Mario, a group of friends got attacked by Trevor from GTA five, one died the other two are still in the hospital, a boy was beaten up by Nathan Drake... everything seemed to be about video games. They called Charlie to use her expertise on the topic to see if there were any connections between the characters, but seemingly there wasn’t really.

Sam sighed and looked through the files they already had. It wasn’t much but at least the victims were seemingly connected. They were all big nerds loving the Games they got attacked by.

And now Dean uses the case as an excuse to play Pokemon Alpha Saphir on the Nintendo 3 DS.

“Yeah show ‘em!” Dean shouts. Sam looks over his shoulder. “You named it ‘Cas’?” He asks his brother amused.

“Shutup, it has the same color as his eyes.” Dean mumbles, face flushing red.

“Yeah, it’s blue, but I don’t see any other similarities...” Sam looked at the Pokemon that was seemingly a Mudkip. “Dean... come on, we have to get going, you know we wanted to talk to the boyfriend of the guy that got beaten up by that climbing-guy... Nathan... the boyfriend's name is Steve Davidson.”

Dean sighs and closes the DS. “Okay. Let’s go to the guy.”

“So you are saying that Thomas was totally into that Nathan Drake Game?” Dean asks. That fits with the other guys.

“Yeah... Tommy... he always loved Uncharted. Just like Dennis, they used to talk about it a lot... but Dennis also loved the old retro stuff you know...” Steve says the poor kid has red-rimmed eyes, probably cried a lot, since his boyfriend still didn’t wake out of the coma.

“Wait, Mandy’s brother... they were friends? We didn’t get that impression after our interview with Mandy and her parents.” Sam says raising his eyebrow.

The boy laughs sarcastically. “Yeah, I bet. They didn’t like Tommy that much...”

“Really? Why’s that?” Dean says leaning forward a bit.

“Why? Why the fuck do you think, agent? ‘cause he’s gay, obviously. They didn’t want their precious son to have contact with a guy like that... they damn religious... like ‘God doesn’t like fun’-religious, like most of the town... Tommy and I wanted to move because of that. Especially after the fire...” The guy stops and looks on the ground.

“Fire?” Sam asks.

“N-nothing...” He stands up. “I shouldn’t talk about this... please go now.”

“Well, that was weird...” Dean says as he sits down in the Impala. “What kinda fire did Steve mean, no one else mentioned any fire...”

Sam nods. “But I’m guessing that it was recent if it had any influence on Tommy’s and Steve’s decision to move. We should definitely look into this.”

“Soon,” Dean says and puts his hand on his stomach. “Now I am hungry. Let’s find a good Diner...”

They are waiting to get their orders, both of their gazes locked onto screens. Sammy’s on his laptop, researching the fire and Dean’s on the 3DS, he has to fight an Arena Boss soon and his Pokemon need some training.

“Dean! Get this. There really was a fire in town only a few months ago and guess where.” Sam says with a smug smile, that Dean doesn’t see because he’s still playing.

“Dunno.” Dean feels ready to get into the Arena now. Or should he wait? He doesn’t want his Pokemon to die again...

“In a video game store, doesn’t that fit a bit too well with this very video game themed murders?”

“Maybe... a bit.” Dean looks up from the DS, just to look down again.

“Dean. Focus!” “I am focused...” “Then put that thing away...” “Just one sec...” “Dean!”

The blonde waitress interrupts their quarrel. “Gentlemen. Your order...” Then she spots Dean’s DS. “Sir. Honestly, in your free time you can do whatever you want... but in our establishment, we don’t need games of the devil.” She says.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Dean looks up. What has the waitress against his DS.

“We believe in the lord and do not encourage any kind of devilish behavior...” The waitress says and goes away.

Dean puts his DS away with a bit of a pout. “Don’t get what’s devilish about my poor Game...”

“Maybe the hypnotic impact it has on you...” Sam says and starts eating. “What I wanted to say is that during that fire three people died. Two customers and the owner...”

“So you’re saying... vengeful spirit?” Dean asks.

This time Dean sees Sam’s grin and rolls his eyes. “Let’s check it out.”

The video game store is burned down completely. Dean looks at it. “Well, I’m guessing we won’t find anything useful here.”

“Nope...” Sam sighs nothing here. “Completely burned down.”

“And that’s good if you ask me!” An elderly man behind them says loudly. “Our priest is right. The stuff that this devil sold...” The man’s face twists in disgust as he shakes his head. “It’s good that he burns in hell now that bastard... tries to get our youth...” The man spits out and walks away.

“Well, have a nice day too...” Dean says, looking at Sam who seems just as irritated.

“I guess this town just has something against Games... I mean first the waitress, now that guy...” Dean raises an eyebrow. “Almost seems like the video game characters are trying to get revenge...”

Sam looks at his brother thoughtfully. “What if... there was another part of the article... apparently the cause of the fire wasn’t clear... the police looked into it... but dropped it after a few weeks. Because ‘there was no reason to believe that the cause was malicious arson’ one policewoman even got fired because she didn’t stop nagging.”

Dean grins. “Huh... and that guy just talked about a priest... so...”

“I’ll take the policewoman,” Sam says fast, not wanting his brother to get all of the fun.

“Aw come on... I don’t wanna talk with a stuck-up priest...”

Dean hates Sam, hates his stupid puppy dog eyes and how he always gets through with the stuff he wants.

He looks around in the church the only one in the small town. It’s not very big but there are a lot of people sitting around and preying. All of them are eyeing him strangely.

He eyes the pictures of the saints, all of them seem to look at him judgingly.

“Can I help you?” Dean looks at the small priest. “Yes... uh, are you the priest here? I’m Agent Chinaski, do you know a place where I we could talk, privately?” The priest shakes his head and looks at him sternly. “I have no secrets in front of my sheep.” He says and Dean sighs.

“We are looking into the things that recently happened in the last few weeks.” Dean starts and the priest nods. “Tragic... all of them... I wished I got to save them...”

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Save?” The priest nods. “Yes... they were all involved in those awful, awful games...” “You mean the video games, right?” Some of the people start to whisper horrified. “Yes. They capture the youth, devilish, devilish things...” The priest's eyes narrow. “You are not... also a victim of them... are you young man?”

“Me? No... no. I don’t... have the time. Being an Agent and all...” Dean smiles.

“Realy... Agent Chinaski... don’t you know that lying is a sin?” The priest asks and Dean feels the warm breath in his neck. He turns around... Behind him stands a big blue monster... a tall monstrous version of the Mudkip he named after Cas.

Before Dean can say anything it attacks.

The visit at officer Bell’s hadn’t got Sam very far. The only thing he now knew was that the local priest seemed to have a personal grudge against video games and that he often rambled on about it in his services, something Sam had already figured and Dean probably knows more about it anyway, since he got to visit the priest himself.

Where is Dean anyway? Sam tries to phone him for the sixth time but no one is answering. Is he still at the church? Sam decides to go to the church himself.

It’s a short walk from the motel to the church and Sam has a bad feeling... Dean would have answered him long ago.

Dean runs for his life. The damn monster close behind him. He can hear the loud THUNK! THUNK! of its feet.

Dean is constantly slipping in puddles of water the Mudkip leaves.

Dean doesn’t even notice where he is running to. The Mudkip chases him into a forest and soon Dean stumbles over a wet root.

When he looks up the Mudkip is over him.

“MY DEAR SHEEP! THE SINNER WILL SOON BE WIPED FROM THIS EARTH. HE AND ALL THE OTHER SINNERS WE HAD TO SACRIFICE FOR GOD WILL BURN IN HELL!”

Sam has a bad feeling that Dean is the ‘Sinner’.He listens anxiously the service that the man is holding in there. People are cheering loudly at the idea of people burning in hell, yet another clue on how brainwashed the town looks up.

He looks around there is a small barn just behind the church... it looks very new. Sam goes and opens the door.

Dean is drowning. Drowning in water from a freaking Pokemon... that is looking down on him.

He’s trying hard to catch his breath again, but there is no way, his lungs are full of water... he looks up into the eyes of the Mudkip.

Eyes that suddenly don’t seem like those of a video game monster at all. They look like Cas’...

In the barn, the smell of fresh wood mixes with the ones of different herbs. There's a plan on one wall, a plan on how to burn the video game place with exactly three people in it. Sam looks over at a small table in front of him. On it lays a book... seemingly... magic.

Sam reads the first page.

When three sinners burn in the place of their sins, use their ashes to bind their souls, then they will clear the earth from the rest of the sinners...

Sam looks over on a small altar is a bowl with ash and some herbs... and oh god... Dean’s name is written with blood all over the altar. Sam wipes it fastly from the altar, hoping it will help Dean. Then he looks at the rest. He decides to just knock over the altar and hopes that is enough for the spirits to get freed. He calls officer Bell and tells her that he has found evidence that he has found evidence that the priest was involved in the fire.

Now he needs to find Dean.

“Dean! Dean, wake up... wake up...” Someone is clapping his cheeks.

Dean blinks fast and looks into his brother's eyes. He coughs loudly and tries to sit up.

“Easy there... easy...” Sam says when he slips down again. “Damn... what happened.”

“Cas... Cas tried to kill me...” Dean mumbles and coughs.

“Cas...?” Sam is really worried now. “Cas is not here, Dean...”

“Not that Cas... the other one the... Pokemon...” Dean sighs and coughs loudly again. “Dude... let’s get out of this town...”

Sam doesn’t object.

#inktoberbunker #day three #ficlet #sam winchester #dean winchester #bit of destiel... tiny bit #the explanation for any plot holes is: magic...#another one is that the third of October is almost over here...#I rushed this...#Sorry...#I also changed it a lot...

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ask-lysithea-von-ordelia · 4 years ago

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*Lysithea gets a new battalion: Just a Bunch of Mudkips*

Oh, thank you. But... what are these little blue creatures? Hm, they’re little water creatures that can spit water as a weapon? How interesting... Well, they will give me a unique advantage on the battlefield, and they’re cute too! Thank you for this battalion, I promise to make the best of it.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #lysithea von ordelia #ask lysithea von ordelia #rp-asks #lys and her mudkips #// YO I LOVE MUDKIP SO MUCH YALL DONT EVEN K N O W #// tysm for this i love them so much #// i could never let them go on the battlefield they’re too cute #// don’t hurt my water babies Or Else

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drewxmay · 7 years ago

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Contestshipping Review - Part Nine - Who, What, When, Where, Wynuat?

Index

-The Title-

The episode is so good I don't care about how long it took me to remember it.

(It took me 3 months)

-Episode Link-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWqXaycQsFw

-The Review-

0:00

The episode starts off with Ash and Pikachu screaming defiantly against the waves.

Presumably for training becuase of course that will work.

0:12

Max: And remember May about your next contest!

May: Ya just one more ribbon and I'll be able to enter the Grand Festival!

The last time you saw Drew you only had 2 ribbons. Dang has it really been that long???

0:23

23 seconds in and we already see Drew! This episode is up to a great start!

Ash: Hold on. Is that... Drew?

Shocked becuase you haven't seem him is so long,

Why is he here anyways?

Maybe he's also planning to scream at the waves becuase that was a great idea for training on Ash's part.

0:40

Drew: Masquirain use Silver Wind!

HOLY SH*T THAT THING IS POWERFUL.

Ash: Whoa check out that power!

I would've kicked you in the face if you hadn't said that.

0:56

Ash: Drew hey! :runs up to Drew and everybody follows:

Drew: Oh, it's you guys again.

Ash: We saw the whole thing! That technique was awesome!

Drew: :flicks hair: That's just one of the many awesome attacks I'll be using at the grand Festival.

Ash and Drew's conversations are just so pure I wish we had more of them lol.

1:09

May: And that's where you and I will face off!

Drew: So you already have your five ribbons?

May: :pulls out ribbon case triumphantly: Just one more to go!

May I thought that you would have learned by now. You should know not to brag about having four ribbons you should already know he has five.

Drew: Isn't that nice. :pulls out ribbon case with all five ribbons:

Ash: He's got all five...

Drew: The Grand Festival is in six weeks, only one more contest until then May.

I feel like as May gets better at training she should be able to easily know stuff like this, and for some reason she hasn't learned yet. Also I won't be reviewing the episode she gets her fifth ribbon she gets it though as anybody he knows that much about Contestshipping should know.

1:49

Drew: Still as happy-go-lucky and clueless as ever.

May: Well how about a practice battle right here Mr.Know-It-All???

Drew: Well I guess Masqurain and I could use a little warm up before then.

1:59

Theme song!

Or not...

Just go to 2:03...

2:05

Ash: Begin!

Why is Ash in charge of this battle, isn't Brock usually?

Drew: After you May~

Passive Aggressiveness.

Battle goes as accordingly-

May uses silver wind, and it comes out as rings. Masquirain flew through the silver wind and the wind all disappeared. Then Masqurain used Silverwind, and Beautifly dodged it by... somersaulting in the air or something. May said to dodge it with a somersault so...

THEN A GIANT FISH APPEARED ON THE BEACH.

3:00

I remember bursting out laughing when I first saw this. You need to watch it for yourself it's so goddamn funny.

So then Team Rocket comes out of the top of it's head and does their into thingy... actually they didn't they did the first 2 seconds of it then Meowth said their cut it short.