#mom sees eevee

[monoghosttv]

Actually thinking about how there are service dogs for the kind of problems I have, and even tho a service dog can be high maintenance, I genuinely do not know of better help I can get for the sort of stuff I deal with, the only challenge is that im moving in with my aunt who is Very Open about the fact that she hates dogs and doesn't want one in her house, but I mean how can you say no to someones serive dog am i right

[vaugarde]

well one thing abt when i start xy is that ill have to be slightly easier on serena’s character arc bc after koharu i dont even think her “i dont wanna do my parent’s non feminine career i wanna do my own inoffensive girl thing” arc is the worst out of the three anymore

[interstellar-inn]

HELP WANTED! welcome to interstellar inn's first mini-collab, a summer-themed collab centered around summer jobs. all works are created by network members and will be linked in the masterlist below!

it's the height of summer. it's hot, popsicles don't last longer than 10 minutes outside, and you're stuck in this mom and pop shop - or maybe it's an office building? a restaurant? who knows! but you're on this job, and you're miserable. well... kind of. see... there's this one coworker... what's their name again? they're so dreamy. and you're half certain that if they knew about your budding little crush on them, it would either a) end in something embarrassing or b) break a whole lot of nO fRaTeRnIzAtInG wItH cOwOrKeRs rules. go figure. but... it's worth a try, right?

MASTERLIST

𖤓 blue lock - sae itoshi x reader (nsfw) — @semisgroupie

𖤓 haikyuu - tooru oikawa x reader (nsfw) — @h8ani - osamu miya x reader (sfw) — @lovemikage - hinata shoyo x reader (sfw) — @uzurimisery

𖤓 jujutsu kaisen - satoru gojo x reader (nsfw) — @lvminy - satoru gojo / kento nanami x reader (sfw) — @ffsg0jo

𖤓 kaiju no. 8 - izumo haruichi x reader (nsfw) — @goteique

𖤓 love & deepspace - sylus and zayne x reader (nsfw) — @izuwus

𖤓 one piece - roronoa zoro x reader (sfw) — @lehguru

𖤓 tokyo revengers - imaushi wakasa x reader (nsfw) — @prncessrindou

𖤓 wind breaker - hajime umemiya x reader (sfw) — @stunie - hayato suo x reader (nsfw) — @eevees-hobbies - jo togame x reader (sfw) — @mitsuwuyaa - kiryu mitsuki x reader (nsfw) — @dearkiryu - hayato suo x reader (sfw) — @sukirichi

[cynthiesjmxazrielslover]

Bittersweet love

An original AUmodernAzriel x Reader

these songs remind me of them <3333

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of trauma Summary: Growing up with your abusive father and your mother who never spoke up against him, you had truly given up hope of any chance of a real relationship, of real love, the ones of the kind that you read about in your books, till you're proven wrong.

A/N: this is my first fic ever+english isnt my first language, and I wrote this in a daze, the idea came to me at like 3 AM,so....enjoy muah<3 Thump.....thump. DAMN IT CAROLINE GET OUT HERE! Another night another fight, that too on their anniversary, a classic. I scoff thinking about all the picture-perfect smiles and the absolutely lovely speech my dad had read out for my mom tonight, a show, it was all a show, no one knew what went inside our house every week, how my dad hit my mom, screamed at her and then bought ridiculously expensive gifts for her as if that would fix everything. I was so so tired of their useless fights, every time it all ended the same way, with my mom never leaving. I heard the rain outside before I saw it. One thing about me was that I always loved the rain, growing up, and till now it just felt right to cry under its cover, to cry with it, to admire how beautiful it felt to be enveloped in her comfort and just...let everything go. I sneaked out my window and walked out of our backyard. There was an abandoned house right behind mine, I spread rumors just so everyone thought, it was either haunted or inhabited, in truth it was my den. Snacks, clothes, comfy blankets, duvets, you name it. It had all I needed to feel better. When I entered my lair I noticed that most of my snacks were empty and the empty packets pristine clean. Oh no, someone had discovered the truth, I turned around only to find a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me, the darkness enveloped him, I couldn't see him, but guessed well enough he was taller than me. I cursed at myself for being stupid enough to enter an abandoned place at night in the middle of a heavy down pour. No, no, no, no. I stepped back I couldn't die like this, not in this shit hole. "Um, hello there. Are you okay? you just seem a little pale" I gaped at him. He had the most alluring voice id ever heard on a man and damn did it mess with my senses. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Look I'm not armed plus I dont even have enough energy to argue right now." He stepped a bit closer enough that I could make out his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. His hazel eyes were a sweet honey brown shade, tanned skin, muscles, tall as frick, and hot too. Holy crap this guy looked straight out of a book. "Hello?". Realizing I'd been gaping at it the whole time it took me second to remember the situation I'd found myself in before I said "Hi, Im Lana" I lied, my name wasnt lana but i wasnt gonna tell some random guy who ate my snacks AND all my blueberry sour candy my name, Im not that dumb. He steps out of the shadows so i could get a proper look at him, and so he could look at me i realize. "Hello Lana, Im Azriel". I looked at him, really looked at him noticed 3 things, 1. He didnt look much older than me, meaning either he was in school or in college, 2. He was wearing my oversized hoodie which looked a little too small on him, and 3. He looked in a bad shape. He had bruises on his face marring his body, burned hands, swollen eye and looked cold, very cold and malnourished. He looked almost......homeless.

I snuck a glance outside.

I silently swore, if this man- Azriel, stayed here any longer he would DIE, either of fever or due to infection. I might already have brought a one way ticket to the deepest darkest pits of hell but doesnt mean he did. Without a thought i spit out "Come to my house". "Im sorry what?" he chuckled out smirking at me as a flush crept over me. "I-I meant that you cant stay here, there's heavy rain and its cold here. pfft that's totally what i meant" i stammer out. Reminder to curl up and die in a corner later on. He furrows his brow at my statement, a hint of amusement on his face. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger Lana?" He pipes out, his voice low and gravelly. "I doubt an 18 year old guy who wears Minnie Mouse hoodies with dora the explorer socks and a pink bow pajamas would try to kidnap me" Okay now this dude was really crossing it for me. Reminder number 2- Drown these clothes in holy water before wearing them again. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I still look better in these than you could ever. But you're smart and these clothes fit me like a fucking tank top and shorts, so yes, Lana, I'll come to your house. Only because Im freezing out here" He added FRICK. FRICK THIS WAS A BAD,BAD IDEA

Azriels POV I stepped out of the shower, steam rising from the hot water. I smelled like lavender soap and vanilla- The scent of real men. I put on the fresh pair of clothes Lana gave me, A little smaller than what i wore but better than those hoodies of hers anyway. I saw her reading a book when i stepped out, no gods not another book-obsessed psycho. She motioned for me to sit down and applied some bandages, honey, and anti-septic cream and gave me some medecine, pain killers i guessed. She seemed to know what she was doing, better than going to a doctor if it meant it was free and she wasn't going- "Who gave you get these" My chain of thoughts are interrupted by her words. "I got myself banged up by a....raccoon?" A raccoon? A RACCOON? Thats the best I could come up with? Telling a girl that i got banged up by a raccoon? She laughs at my answer. It's not a soft melodic sound like i expected but a burst of laughter. She snorts and smirks at me. "Damn, a raccoon huh? Wait,does that mean your're pregnant now?Plus,what? did it tackle you to the ground with its little toe beans? What were you even fighting over, who gets the last thrown out doughnuts from the dumpster, oh, or, did she kick you out of the house instead? You're lovely raccoon wife." She laughs out, barely able to form the sentence without controlling her laughter. I roll my eyes but I cant help smile, I knew very little about this girl but i did know 4 things, 1. She was a terrible liar, introducing herself under a fake name when her name was written under every single one of her drawings, 'y/n' I liked that name, it sounded different yet familiar on my tongue. 2.She might have just saved my life 3. She had a very good taste in candy and 4. we are about to become very, very, very good friends, something I hadn't had in a while. Tell me in the comments if you want to be tagged in the next parts, plus im open to supportive constructive criticism so let me know how i can improve =) taglist: @anarchiii @starlightazriel @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989 @scorpioriesling

[bonefall]

Any thoughts on Moonpaw’s design? Do you plan to make her appearance a bit more unique/utilize the chimera a bit more?

Honestly I think her canon design is pretty fantastic! I don't agree with those who're saying it's not unique lmao, like, the team's never been THIS creative before. She blows Pure Gray Cats 3, 4, and 5 out of the water.

But, boy oh BOY am I gonna have fun with this one. Last night I sketched up a possible combo for each Moonpaw from the options I presented. Whichever one gets picked I'll tweak more, but I went ahead and made a 'base' character design for each one.

Also bonus: Headshots for all of the possible parents. Note the slight update for Stormcloud, I figured out a better way to draw his cheek fluff and changed his stripe pattern a bit

Whatever designs end up not being used for Moonpaw, I'll probably tweak for another new litter. ThriftPlum and ShellFern's hypokits will slot well into the eventual ShellFern litter we (HOPEFULLY) get soon, and with a slight edit, StormCherry's can be a new Honeyfur.

PlumThrift

This one's becoming the least likely to happen I think. It could still win if it's the most fitting with the arc, supposing canon ends up writing a strained relationship between Moon and her parents, but based on the preview stuff that's not the case.

Still! I do like the Two Soccer Moms And Their Weird Child lmao.

Thrift and Plum are a downright deadly united front. They play Good Cop Bad Cop like they're practically telepathic. So I tried to get that across in their headshots.

Plumstone always looks laidback and chill. Thriftear exudes an aura of seriousness.

Their weird child inherits neither of these things. She looks like she eats bugs.

I decided to make this Moonpaw look REALLY fluffy. Plumstone inherited her grandpa Graystripe's body type, so it would be a shame if Moony didn't get it too.

FlipBay

BB!Bayshine is a DustFern descendant. He has his great-grandfather Dustpelt's plate.

The stripes come from grandfather Birchfall, who gave them to mother Duststripe.

Flipclaw is strikingly similar to his grandfather Lionblaze, back before he started balding.

While drawing this one I started trying to play around with the chimera idea more, that she's half of one cat and half of another. When the face plate came into it, it STRUCK me like lighting

It looks like phantom of the opera!!

So I started experimenting with one side being shorter-furred, and got a draft down before moving on to a waaay more in-depth design.

This was the last one I did last night before going to bed, so I'll post the evolution I made in a separate post. It's the one with the most potential thanks to the plate so it got pretty big.

ShellFern

Most Moonpaw designs are chunky, but I've always seen Shellfur as pretty slim. Definitely the slimmest in his recent family-- since Graystripe, the Dapplekin family has been thick and fluffy.

Mix that with Fernstripe, a WindClan cat, I made this Moonpaw resemble some kind of gazelle.

Fernstripe has this long, "fern-shaped" stripe on her body. Paired with Moonpaw's half-black body it looks kind of like stitches which is, imo, cool as fuck

I let her crescent-tufts add to the shape too, they curl in like horns... though, I am worried it looks too much like Curlfeather.

I'll probably give this one another pass if Moonpaw ends up being a ShellFern baby.

Also this take makes her took a bit more grumpy so she's closer in personality to her dad.

StormCherry

This is actually the first one I did

Cherryfall has a perfectly round, cherry-shaped face. She actually looks a ton like her dad, Berrynose.

I wanted to give Moonpaw that same face, because hers is simply a half-moon.

She looks like a stressed-out eevee and I kinda dig it LMAO

In color, this Moonpaw would probably lean more towards red than ginger. I see Cherry as a reddish cat.

She could also inherit Poppy's special red eyes-- she got those from being fetched away from StarClan by Jayfeather. Shadowsight also got them.

The stripe pattern is from Stormcloud. I decided recently that I'm going to try and limit thunder-shaped stripes to the Tigerkin family, something they inherit from Thunderstar himself. So Stormcloud's are now transverse across his body, with a distinct nose snip.

When I finally do decide StormCherry's kits, be that now with Moonpaw or later, I'll standardize Stormy's new stripes by giving him a new fullbody.

[millymoonstar]

Ugh, sad wip. Sad Raichu dad.

I wanna explain what happened, and why Bucket doesn't have a mom. She died. WOO! /sac.

She got extremally ill after laying the egg that held Bucket and passed three days before Bucket was meant to hatch. She never got her one wish seeing her son hatch before she passed. Raichu dad made sure to see it for her, staying by the egg every day and night until little Bucket hatched. It was very emotional for him.

Single Raichu dad with Eevee baby.

[kp-does-suff]

Here's some eeveelution stuff because why not

I've been drawing some evolutions for a while now and decided to share them I hope you like my characters!

[You're going to see that I love incorporating the shiny designs in these characters]

So this is Copper she was originally going to be a little one-off drawing, I was just like "I should draw an Eevee from memory today" and that's how she came to be. She's an energetic kid and wants to be a good battler just like her mom.

[also all of the characters don't have stats or natures or anything like that yet at least if I do come up with something like that I might put it in a separate post. I'd also like to hear your opinions because I'm not very knowledgeable on that stuff]

This is Copper's mom Stella! She's a bit hard on Copper but she means well. She's actually a descendant of the Espeon in red's team. She's stoic and serious the majority of the time.

This is Wave, Copper's dad! He's a more go with the flow type of guy he's extremely chill Copper actually gets most of her traits from him even though she lives with her mom the most. (they're not divorced or anything they just have different trainers) he's kinda like bandit from bluey.

This is Spark. Copper's uncle, Wave's brother. He's the oldest out of the three so that means that he worries and panics the most. He doesn't have any animosity or resentment to his siblings he just grew up with the mentality that he always had to be the "protector, the leader, the one in charge"

This is Ruby. Copper's aunt She's the second oldest and actually decided to be in the show biz, despite what happened to her parents. She was actually the first of the three siblings to get a trainer and it's kinda strained her relationship with her siblings. She rarely talks to them anymore, they still care about each other of course but it was such a weird feeling. Despite the horrible thing that happened to their parents why would she want to pursue that career?

[also if you're wondering what happened to their parents I think I might make that a separate post so out for that if you're interested!]

And so that concludes my showcase of my Pokemon OCs! They were really fun to work on and I can't wait to make more stuff for them in the future.

Are there any questions, comments, concerns, anything you think needs to be improved upon? I'm open to constructive criticism for my story (not my art tho but that's besides the point) also I wanna thank @lockandkeyhyena (sorry for the tag) for inspiring me to do this I love their characters and stories I'm glad he let me ramble in his inbox about them lol.

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

For funsies, do you have thoughts about what pokemon each Cullen would be most likely to have? Like idk why but I picture Emmett with a Growlithe

I swear to god I had answered this somewhere but since I can't find it, I doubt others can find it.

Let's do it.

Alice

Per the Pokemon universe, Alice is very clearly a psychic and while a powerful one is more or less bog-standard and less terrifying than Sabrina.

I imagine Alice would have a Kadabra and they would have great fun together as Alice communicates for them and uses them to teleport her places she wishes to go.

Bella

Bella has an Eevee, not only is it appropriately normal/non-interesting looking but it's very vulnerable looking, weak compared to its potential evolutionary forms, and has that evolutionary potential to become almost anything for all Bella wouldn't really recognize that fact.

She'd love Eevee because it's a normal type, just like her, because Bella is so normal it hurts.

"Bella, that means only fighting types are super effective against you"

"I am so average."

Carlisle

Carlisle has a Chansey that becomes a Blissey that is his wife Esme. See, Carlisle was working at a Pokemon Center (as one does) and one day came in a tragic Chansey that had had to run away from its trainer and in the process lost its egg.

Everyone had given up on Chansey and Carlisle, cursing himself for being a vampire and probably terrifying the life out of her, ends up taking her home.

Chansey thrives in her new environment and, as all Chansey do, becomes progressively weird the more happy she is. Chansey evolves into a Blissey, a creature that will run at lightening speeds to offer you an egg in your time of need.

It is accepted in the Cullen household that Esme the Blissey is the Cullen mom. It's so accepted, they forget it's weird.

Bella comes to their house and Edward promises she'll love his mother.

Who is his mother?

The Blissey making Italian food in the kitchen because Isaballa is Italian right? (Despite Blissey only saying "Blissey" the plot does not change at all and Bella just assumes that when Blissey goes on a long chirping rant to her it's about how great Edward is.

Yeah, Edward must be her favorite blood sucking child.)

Edward

Edward doesn't have a pokemon.

This is because as a vampire he didn't want to corrupt a good, benign, pokemon with his presence (only the fact that Carlisle and Esme are so pure prevents him from feeling too terrible about Esme). So, Edward wants to gravitate towards more... ah... let's call them tempermental pokemon such as Gengar.

However, Edward doesn't actually want a Gengar, as he wants to be a good person worthy of the world, and a Gengar also doesn't want him for that same reason.

When he meets Bella, there's a dramatic moment where she helps him accept that he too can have a pokemon like a real boy. As Bella tells him what to get, and he wants to impress her, I imagine he gets a Dragonair as it's so beautiful and elegant, just like Bella thinks Edward is (he's never allowed to evolve it into a herp de derp Dragonite).

Emmett

Growlithe and Arcanine in the pokemon world I think are a little too associated with duty/law enforcement to quite be Emmett's thing. Growlithes, while dogs, are very much watch dogs and have a steadfast seriousness when it comes to protection/the law or what have you.

I'm really struggling with him, actually.

I'm going to go with Aipom, good natured but extremely mischievous (and perhaps a little short sighted) who love to live in groups and are just looking for a good time.

Emmett would think his Aipom is the shit.

Emmett also has a Magikarp because he thinks it's hilarious. Its name is Splash. He will never ever trade it.

Esme

Esme is a Blissey. See above.

Though, a happy (but weird), day might come about when coming back from doing the shopping (which Blissey happily does now without having to worry about eating people even if the towns people of Poke Forks are a little surprised that the Blissey is just out there shopping... alone... or going to parent teacher conferences and just... acting like people) and what do you know there's an egg.

"This is our egg, Carlisle" Esme the Blissey clearly pantomimes.

"Sure," is what Carlisle says because he doesn't want to disagree (and pokemon work in mysterious ways) but he did not do the thing that you know humans do to procreate.

Anyways, point being, Esme at one point might have a little Happiny.

Rosalie looks on it with envy because while she adores Esme, EsMe CaN HaVE ChiLDrEN anD isN't a VAmPIrE.

Jasper

Jasper has a Houndoom from his glory days at war. He tries to tell people it's not a Balrog.

Jasper is wrong, it is a Balrog.

Renesmee

There's a story here.

There is great debate over what pokemon Renemsee should get as it should be as special and wonderful as she is. Edward wants to give he ran Eevee, like her mother (Bella's Eevee having since evolved into some state Bella thinks is more cool/better) and for the symbolism of potential and growth that Eevees represent.

Bella wants to give her daughter a Dratini, something that will grow up to be beautiful and elegant and otherworldly (and never a Dragonite, never, it will only stay a Dratini).

Esme of course offers her beloved daughter Happiny (but isn't that your child Esme???) as well as an egg in Renesmee's time of need.

Alice wants her with something adorable like a Pichu, Azumarill, or what have you. It will look great in pictures. And must never ever be allowed to evolve.

Emmett wants to give her a Magikarp which they will name "Splash Two" or "Splashnesmee".

Jacob, of course, wants to give Renesmee a Mightyena because it's a wolf. "It will eat her face, Jacob" Bella does not want to do this even if she admits the symbolism is touching.

In all the bickering, Renesmee stumbles across a Cleffa (stumble being that a spaceship arrived and hit her in the face). Cleffa, being extremely rare and alien, is not recognized by the Cullens who stare and wonder "what is that thing".

Alice supposes it's cute, if not what she had in mind, she can work with this. Bella, Edward, and Jacob are all still upset and trying to get Renesmee to give the thing to Esme to raise so she can have their pokemon instead.

Renesmee ends up with all the pokemon, but does not get rid of Cleffa.

Rosalie

I actually put Rosalie as having a Chikorita. Chikoritas are steadfast, loyal to those they love, as well as courageous. While a Vulpix and Ninetales would appeal to Rosalie's aesthetics, being incredibly beautiful, Chikorita would have all the qualities she'd look for in a friend/partner that is a Pokemon while also being able to be nurturing/help with chores and things (via the use of helpful vines versus well fire balls).

[quitealotofsodapop]

I don't really remember why I made this but I think I was thinking of potential pokemon teams for the Pilgrim's at the time of the Journey (so not a complete tram because they aren't complete themselves)

Ao Lie

• Rapidash

• Keldeo

• Kingdra

• Cyclizar

Tripitaka

• Espeon

• Rabsca

• Ninjask

• Shedinja

Baije

• Farfetch'd

• Slowpoke

• Oinkologne

• Poltchageist

Wujing

• Lotad

• Golduck

• Urshifu (Rapid)

• Politoad

Wukong

• Infernape

• Ogerpon

• Annihilape

• Lilligant (Hisui)

• Zorua

Honestly, the ones I picked kinda make sense.

Tried my best to manipulate the Pokemon Trainer Card Maker + Imgflip Meme Generator to make this a reality. I've discussed my previous LMK/Pokemon thoughts before with the non-canon trainer cards provided around S2.

Ao Lie: Best horse-dragon lad. Def loves his horse pokemon - probably didn't even catch them, Rapidash and the "odd Ponyta" added themselves to the Pilgrim's "herd". Cyclizar likely thinks Ao Lie is another of its kind, since he too is a dragon/transportation vehicle. Kingdra I feel is a guard pokemon given to Ao Lie by his family after he was put on parole. Added a little Dratini since I feel that he'd naturally attract wee baby dragon-types to him.

2. Tripitaka: Ofc he gets Bug & Psychic types. Tripitaka would start out with only unevolved Pokemon in his team, as he had just been inducted as a monk. His Munna/Musharna is a typically pokemon among monks - they naturally produce calming vapors that aid meditation. He received an Eevee as an "official" starter pokemon when he was chosen for the Journey, but it doesn't evolve until the monk genuinely befriends his travel companions. He is confused by the Nincada and Rellor bug pokemon that attached to him, but others think they're ok. Psyduck is his oldest Pokemon - it found him on the river when he was a baby and dragged him to the monks at shore. Psyduck is able to anticipate the Headache Sutra and counters Tripitaka's incantation when he tries using it.

3. Zhu Bajie: Honestly originally gathered most of his pokemon to eat them or use them in his cooking. Except for Oinklonge; she's his pig-mom (he was born from a normal pig after all), and she loudly argues with him when he's acting rude. He tried catching Slowpoke and Farfetch'd for their meat, and Poltchageist since he though it was a normal teacup, but was quickly outmatched and too impressed to actually eat them. The Swinub (based on a wild boar piglet) he found on accident while living in the mountains pre-Jttw - it thinks he's their mother.

4. Sha Wujing: Wujing's is a little hard to determine as we don't get a lot of time with him on a personal level, even in the book. His Jttw-era team would def be more combat-focused than say Sandy in the modern day. The Urshifu (pretty genius idea since it's based on taichi and taoist lore) I feel he obtained as a cub/Kubfu that wandered by his river. That Kubfu saw him as it's master, hence evolving into Urshifu's Rapid Strike (Fighting/Water) form - it's still devoted to Wujing as a student. Lotad, Golduck, and Politoed are all pokemon partially based on Kappas/water demons, so it makes sense that they'd hang around Sha Wujing for company. I added Lapras since, as ride pokemon, they and Sha Wujing literally carry the team.

5. Sun Wukong: Infernape is an obvious choice since it is Wukong, though perhaps he obtains it as a Chimchar - a baby monkey pokemon that recognises that this Big Monkey stuck in a rock isn't doing so good and tries helping him by offering him fruit. Wukong adores his little firey subject and is a little shocked to see how they look when fully evolved/grown up. Annihilape is a macaque pokemon who's gone beyond angry and is a vengeful ghost - perhaps joining Wukong in their shared character development in finding calm after the War. Ogerpon is an interesting but fitting pokemon, as it's a mischievious demon that turns out to be more of a protector than a threat despite it's negative reputation. On the flip side is Pecharunt - the Peach pokemon, which I feel Wukong more so helps Ogerpon defeat rather than catch. Pecharunt is almost a manifestation of how seeking power and immortality poisoned Wukong's life and relationships, and he hates that it's ultimately just a baby. In absence of legendaries, Wukong would have all the horsey pokemon, esp Mudsdale. Liligant is also an interesting pokemon as it's a "noble onion" - perhaps a Noble pokemon recognising a fellow royal? It's also a vegetable not allowed be consumed by buddhists XD. The Zorua is obvious - Wukong is a shapeshifter, and the little fox demon reminds him of Macaque... that is if it *isn't* already Macaque thinking he's being smart disguising himself as a Pokémon.

ty for sending these ideas in btw!

[combat-pokemedic]

Hey there Rotomblr!

// OOC DISCLAIMER: This is a Pokémon are real blog, my setting contains the Pokemon universe and all of it's canon, as well as all real-world flora placed around the world depending on each regions inspiration and biomes. In my setting each region functions as it's own sovereign country, containing an economy, government, military, etc. My character grew up in a Unova, the pokemon equivalent of the US, his hometown is in a place similar to the Sierra Nevada of western America. If you have questions feel free to send an ask or DM!

My name is Andrew but feel free to call me Andy. I've been on mostly other social media but finally gave in and joined Rotomblr. So here's my introduction!

He/Him

Achillean

Born and raised mountainous rural Unovan but I have family in Apertia City.

Currently a Combat Medic for the Unovan Army

I handle four Pokémon, each registered as military use Pokémon

I have a wonderful boyfriend named Ryder who is a vet

Ask me about pokemon ecology I'm obsessed

Here's my current team!

Percival the Umbreon - Caught as a wild Eevee in my Junior year of high school. Found him as a pup in some forests 'round my home, I think he was abandoned due to being a shiny. He's bold and reckless but I love him. Vincent the Lycanroc - Caught as a stray Rockruff during basic training. My ds said I wasn't allowed to keep him but the little guy followed me everywhere so I got to send him home until I finished training. He's probably my friendliest pokemon and will not hesitate to knock someone over for pets. Lucille the Audino - Was gifted her by my highschool buddy's mom who works at the towns Pokémon Center before I left for basic. She told me shiny Audino's are lucky and that I'd need a lot of luck out there. Lucy is the sweetest little lady ever and keeps the boys in check. Sterling the Talonflame - A friend of mine found him as a Fletchling while on deployment but ended up giving him to me since she had no time or space for a Pokémon. He's quite but don't let that fool you, he's almost always plotting some chaos.

Occasionally I might post about pokemon at my boyfriend's veterinary clinic so stick around to see tons of cute pokemon.

That's all for now! Seeya!!!

[dysfunctionallygrey]

MORE PJO/HoO x Pokemon rambles

My mind is a restless expanse of thoughts and it is my duty to make sure they are at LEAST coherent. The Heroes of Olympus and their Pokemon? Hell yeah high five me guy. I will probably go more in depth when i make their own individual posts... whenever that may be... Ill try and put up part 2 with the rest later!!

Jason has a full team of 6, he just has no memory of how he got them, or anything about them for the matter. When he battles though, the muscle memory kicks in and for a second his Pokémon think he's got his memories back and none of the whole amnesia thing ever happened. Only for a second though.

Reyna has two very loyal and very powerful Lucario. They follow her obediently around its actually sort of odd not seeing them with her. But that wasn't always the case. Back then, on a mysterious island, there were two sisters, each with their own Riolu. What happened to either sister, the other wouldn't know.

Me to any justice/fairness leader type character when i make a Pokemon au: Woe, Lucario be upon you.

Hazel... boy oh boy where do i even begin... The sheer amount of Pokemon i was able to find and go "hey that would fit for Hazel" But at the start of her story, id definitely give her a rock/ground/ghost type like a Golett and ive always imagined her having a Drillbur because i will bet on my life the real Hazel Levesque would look at the thing and immediately be endeared. Also a carbink. Guys its a little gem pokemon that can learn light screen its perfect for her.

I already have a post for Piper Mclean. But the gist of it is Piper eevee piper Sylveon. and femininity and queerness and self acceptance. go read my post if this seems interesting to you.

i love Annabeth Chase a lot. If you asked me what i wanted to be as a kid i would've said her and since i love her a lot she deserves only the best (my favorite pseudo): Metagross. But only evolving very late. I imagine it also as a gift from her mom. (Metagross = Steel Psychic = big brain = Clear body user = invisibility cap) At first shes SUPER stoked like holy hell a pseudo legendary, at 12 years old!! and then she starts training the Beldum and she realizes oh. wow it is taking too damn long for this thing to evolve into a Metagross. It doesnt stop her from being smart and giving it Eviolite lol. And then it reaches the MoA equivalent to the story. She confronts Arachne (probably pokemon battle) then the Metang evolves into Metagross. Athena is probably smiling down at her. and then she gets sucked into distortion (aka tartarus) :P

Percy Jackson has Mono water team. With a Gyarados and a Palafin. Funny thing is Jason also has a Gyarados. Neither of them are allowed to have it out in a 1km radius of eachother.

part 2 perhaps later

[jils-things]

◆↬ jaide e. stone ; profile↫◆

[ pre i/ii - rgb arc - aged 0-18] (may change)

◆↬ jaide is a self-taught aprijuice merchant. she started when she was quite young - she liked to collect apricorns with her teddiursa and was quite fond of roller-skating to maximize the apriblender's juicing proficiency.

◆↬ she picked up on this trade when her mother introduced this concept to her which was still new at the time, and enjoyed this as a hobby before turning it into a profession

◆↬her childhood companions consisted of; teddiursa, hoppip, and ralts (all evolved as years go by). she is strictly not a trainer, but has practiced basic pokemon battle conduct

◆↬ jaide is an older sister to a sibling named gold, with an age gap of 8 years.

◆↬as kids, they were an interesting duo. while they were quite the tough kids, they have their own styles in projecting it (his actions / her words). gold took an interest in skateboarding to copy her roller-skating tendencies

◆↬she wasn't exactly the same as her adult counterpart. she was a little rough around the edges and sometimes played hard with her words. she isn't the type to fight, but she knew how to get around people older than her and she was rarely afraid. she was fast, charismatic and somewhat smug

◆↬ jaide was gifted with an interesting skill to be able to read other pokemon's natures, almost psychic-like thanks to her kirlia who was able to steer her guesses in the right path. this would later be very useful when aprijuice would be popular in the pokeathalon games in allowing pokemon improve their performance in the multitude of sports*

*(this is aligned with the game mechanic where several drinks have different results with consideration on the nature of the pokemon drinking it and flavor of the drink)

◆↬most people buy her drinks because it actually refreshes the pokemon - but what customers don't know is the underlying magic it does when you mix the right flavor with the right nature/personality of pokemon. that's what fascinates her the most. this can only be achieved because of her good perception of pokemon natures.

◆↬jaide wanted to make it a point that her aprijuice business would expand beyond johto - her personal reason being to introduce the beauty of it. she sees aprijuice production as an intricate way to create natural beverages (and not artificial) for pokemon. (which admittedly, is a commonplace in johto. i.e: kurt and his pokeball production)

[ gsc - oras arc - aged 19-25+ ] (most present frame)

◆↬jaide becomes more mild and calm in her personality due to maturity and events that occured in gsc, though she still retained the cheeky personality but it would be more sly and vague. and being a mom. of course /lh

◆↬meeting steven was definitely a curveball thrown at her direction because he's one of the rare people who can see through her cheeky facade. it's common for them to have interesting back and fourth that either sounded smart or really flirty. only they know really.

◆↬after officially being renamed to his family name, she treats aprijuice making as a hobby instead, she passes her knowledge to ruby and this helped him indulge in making pokeblocks. while it's hoenn's equivalent to her juice, she doesn't mind it as long as he's learning something.

trivia ;

- her pokemon team consists of: (old to recently joined)

gardevoir, ursaring, jumpluff, glaceon (previously eevee), solrock, aron

- it's a bit of a running gag with new bark town's population that jaide and gold are the kids with the worst natural bed hair /lh (it's just like that)

- jaide and gold loved to skate together in the national park as kids

- the e. in her maiden name is evergreen

- goldenrod city her favorite landmark since it's the most modernized section of johto. definitely likes shopping there

- jaide doesn't skate anymore, but if she were in a floor of ice, (usually caused by her glaceon), she probably would skate a little. just for old time's sake.

- jaide has met all the johto and hoenn dexholders + only red from kanto. (mt silver incident) she has never personally seen blue, green and yellow but only through others' accounts of them

- she is right-handed.

- semi-canon statement, if she had a mega stone, it would be attached to the back of her necklace

- she supports fran.ticshipping :]]] (she also emotionally supports sapphire as she's not really good at expressing herself without being wild)

- dislikes zinnia. that's it /lh

- in my head, i imagine she's currently living in hoenn but she occasionally visits johto when she can just to see her mother and gold

[princess-of-the-corner]

MHA Pokémon Trainers: Katsuki (mostly)

So, this Would Not leave me alone, so! Some general thoughts on Pokémon I think Katsuki could have! (I’m assuming this is TransFem Katsuki, so, working with that!)

Mankey > Primeape > Anniliape - This one, I actually see as her starter/first partner. Like, she WANTS one of the kick ass, fancy starters other people get, but she ends up with a Mankey. I can see it’s honestly what her parents get for her OR before she’s officially old enough to have her own Pokémon, she befriends a wild Mankey … by beating each other up. Keep in mind, in Pokémon world, humans are more durable than we are (due to genetics, cartoon physics, also shit like Aura, and psychic powers), so little Katsuki fighting a Pokémon to a standstill is not ACTUALLY out of the realm of possibility. They end up fighting a lot, and eventually develop mutual respect and friendship. There’s probably some middle bits, but basically, Katsuki comes home one day with a Mankey - “Hey, Mom, Dad, this is Nukey, short Nuclear Disaster, he knows Fire Punch and Overheat, and he’s staying with me.” (Yes, those are moves they can eventually learn)

Typhlosion - Katsuki’s starter, is she doesn’t have Mankey. Or maybe she has both? Mankey she just brings home one day, Cyndaquil she gets from the Professor when she’s old enough (Sidenote: Who’s the Professor? My immediate thoughts are Nezu, but I actually see him as a Mew masquerading as a Human … which, never mind, maybe it is Nezu. Or maybe the Shields.)

Voltorn/Electrode - This just feels too obvious, almost. Though, you could make it interesting, by having them maybe be the Hisuian versions?

Magikarp/Feebas - I can definitely see Katsuki eventually getting one or both of these. The Magikarp/Garaydos I feel is obvious, but the Feebas/Milotic I feel could work too, especially because Milotic is a fairly “Feminine” Pokémon, but still kicks all kinds of ass. Not sure, though. Especially because, compared to Magikarp, Feebas are extremely hard to find, train, and evolve, so by comparison, it would be easier to get a Magikarp.

Eevee - I want to give her a Flareon, but then, I feel like Eevee probably isn’t really Katsuki’s style? Plus, I see it as too Shoto (Kanto Vulpix, Alolan Vulpix, Glaceon, Flareon, that sort of thing)

Togepi - I am deeply, DEEPLY tempted, to have Katsuki hatch a Togepi, and raise it all the way to Togekiss. Don’t know how that would work out, but I have the image, and by god, it is glorious.

“Transport” - so, I have a thing about “Transport Pokémon”. I feel all trainers should, if they travel a lot, have a Pokémon they can ride in an emergency. So far, the ones I’ve found that fit Katsuki (also Pokémon he could have in General, but I don’t want to put them twice): Rapidash, Charizard, Arcanine, Tauros (any work, but Fire Form works best), Basculegion, Braviary (either form).

Pokémon Katsuki Could Have (General): Magmar, Machamp, Weezing, Wobbuffet (borrowed from Kirishima, for training), Forretress, Snubbull/Granbull, Houndour/Houndoom, Blaziken (Speed Boost, possible replacing Typhlosion), Numel/Camerupt, Zangoose, Crawdaunt, Salamence, Infernape, Staraptor, Garchomp, Riolu/Lucario, Croagunk/Toxicroak (traded from Tsuyu), Gliscor, Heatran, Victini (kind of? I can definitely see her with one, but I can’t see her using it much, cause she doesn’t want people to say she won just because she had Victini…), Simisear, Basculin, Darmanitan, Scrafty, Frillish/Jellicent (don’t know why, but I can see it), Volcarona, Talonflame, Aromatisse, Clawitzer, Toucannon, Salandit/Salazzle, Turtonator, Kommo-o, Blacephalon, Armarouge, Mabosstiff.

Other assorted thoughts:

Tetsutetsu - Purrserker

Monoma - Smeargle, Meowscarada,

Uraraka - Clefariy, Deoxys

Iida - Boltund, Rapidash, Arcanine

Jirou - Jigglypuff, Toxtricity (Low form), Skeledirge, Rillaboom, Meloetta, Gardevoir, Whismur

Kaminari - Pikachu, Pawmi/Pawmo/Pawmot, Toxtricity (Amped form), Kilowattrel, Morpeko, Emolga, Pachirisu, Plusle, Minun, Magnemite

Momo - Tinkatink/Tinkatuff/Tinkaton, Gallade, Indeedee (F&M), Sinistea/Polteageist

What do you think? Any you could see DEFINITELY not work?

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I love all of this but wow ya girl has so many options!

I think I’ll give Katsuki the Cyndaquil as a starter, but she def gets a Mankey that keeps trying to pick a fight with her and she’s like ‘hey let’s keep this up actually’.

I like the idea of the Magikarp/Feebas thing, but that would probably be a later thing because early/pre-character development Katsuki wouldn’t have the patience for them even if she knows they’ll eventually be the powerhouse Gyarados/Milotic. Maybe we could force it early by combining it with what was suggested with the Togepi thing? Like she gets an egg and it hatches a Feebas and that both makes her more determined to see this through but helps in teaching the patience.

You’re right on Flareon feeling too Todoroki. Like the other Eeveelutions are up for grabs for everyone else, but Flareon and Glacion are being yeeted at the Todorokis

I think an Arcanine works best on transport I like the vibes.

I gotta keep the Riolu/Lucario because of the Mystery Dungeon tho.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Green, on a fun day out with Red and Blue, is approached by a child. Said child has a piece of paper and pen. Looking behind them Green can see what she assumes is the kids mom, giving an encouraging smile. The kid wants an autograph, clearly. Green has been in these situations before though. They don't want an autograph from her. They want one from Red or Blue. Green has long since accepted that fact, so she gives the kid a smile before they can open their mouth.

" Hey there kiddo! Blue and Red are a bit busy at the moment, but they'll be back soon. Wanna wait with me?" A practiced line that she hopes doesn't leak any of the small bitterness she feels. That wouldn't be fair to the kid. Hell, that wouldn't be fair to Red and Blue. The child looks up at her in confusion, shifting awkwardly and fiddling with their pen and paper.

" U-um. I...I actually wanted your autograph, Miss Green!"

Eh?

The child continues, getting braver with each word, " I-I just think you're really cool! I like watching your battles a lot, a-and I wanna be as cool as you are someday!" Bowing slightly, thrusting the pen and paper forward, " C-can I please have your autograph?!"

Well. Damn. Fuck. She wasn't expecting this. Since when did she get fans?! Was her head too stuck in her ass to notice? Well now she feels like shit. Now she....now she feels like she's gonna cry. Fuck.

" You're really sweet, kid..." Green tries to keep her voice steady, a new reality settling in. She has a fan. Said fan wants her autograph. Holy shit, " Of course, I'll give you an autograph! Lemme see..."

She gingerly takes the pen and paper from the kid, and signs it. She winces at her work. She really needs to work on her signature. Kinda sloppy, and the kid doesn't deserve that. Still, not wanting to hold up the kid and their mom up any longer, she gives the pen and paper back, giving them a wide smile and a wink.

" Here ya go! One autograph for a very special fan, right here!" The kid eyes practically sparkle, excitedly taking both items and staring at it as if it's the entire world. Arceus, Green can feel the tears starting to swell, fuck.

" Thank you, Miss Green! I'll cherish it forever! " The kid quickly bows and runs off to their mom,cheering as they do. The mom happily looks at the autograph her kid is showing off, looking up when her kid isn't looking. She smiles at Green, mouthing a quick 'thank you' before taking her kids hand and walking off, the kid rambling excitedly as they go. Green waves them off, a swell of emotion in her chest.

Cherish it forever.

Green chuckles- it's wet and coarse,no longer able to keep it in. Was someone really going to remember her? Cherish her name,forever? The bitterness in her laughs at the thought. The sweetness from that encounter shoves it to the side, and she relishes in it. She is crying fully now, smiling to herself as the kid and their mom are long gone.

" Hey, sorry for the wait. That line was terrible - what the fuck happened to you?" Blue's voice catches her attention. She turns, eyes full of tears, to Red and Blue, who's looking at her with concern.

" I have a fan!" she croaked, raising her hands to gesture writing, " They wanted an autograph!"

Blue blinks, then shakes his head and sighs, " Green..." He says, though the affection was not lost of her.

Red's worry melts away with a smile, signing to his best friend, ' I told you so'

"Yeah, yeah," she waves him off, sniffing and wiping away her tears, " Pass me some food before I start bawling,you dorks".

" Dorks-"

The day goes on as usual after that. Blue and Green's banter, Red following along half-paying attention, half in his own world. Pikachu and Eevee playing with each other through it all. Green repeats the words the kid said to her throughout the day, a big goofy smile on her face that not even Blue's assholery can wipe off.

Cherish it forever.

[icy-wings-art-corner]

PMD: Ashen Adventures

In a world of Pokemon, the young Riolu named Ash is eager to join the Indigo League. He hopes, by joining the renowned guild, he’ll be able to travel across the land, training and learning along the way until he’s the greatest adventurer there ever was. And finally the day has come, to take the first steps first step towards his journey! Also known as: Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: The Anime. A reimagining of the Pokemon Anime, where the world is that of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, and everyone is a normal Pokemon. What differences will this spawn? What Pokemon will each person turn out to be? And how does a Pokeball work in such a world? Read on to find out!

Read on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56261590/chapters/142932277

The sunlight slowly shone through a simple window, its rays creeping onto the sleeping, blue form of a Riolu, who lay in bed, snuggled against a large pillow. The Riolu slowly blinked as the light landed on his face, forcing him from his dreams.

“Mmm, what? What time is it?” The pup asked as he stretched, blinked and sat up in his bed. He turned to his bedside table as his eyes searched for his alarm clock, only for his body to tense once he finally laid eyes on it. He lunged at the simple machine and gripped it perhaps a bit too tightly, “Ahh! That can’t be right I-” He quickly turned the clock around and his posture drooped, “I didn’t set the alarm?”

He shook his head again and ripped his bedsheets off himself and tensed to toss the clock from his grasp, before quickly reconsidering and gently placing it back where it belonged. The novel, little machines were, perhaps not entirely uncommon, but he generally knew better than to be careless with his possessions. Most of the time. Leaping from his bed, he quickly grabbed his favorite hat, white and red with a green stylized L on the front, before he tore out of his room and hopped down the stairs.

“Mom! I overslept, I have to go now!” He shouted as he came to the stair landing.

Hearing a chuckle, he turned to see his mother, a tall Lucario, her beauty untarnished even as she held her fair share of scars. She placed a paw on his head, ruffling his hat, “Come on Ash, there’s no need to rush. Although, a real master adventurer would have gotten up when he said he would.” She said, teasing him slightly, “But, you did get up at the perfect time for some breakfast.”

Ash didn’t brush off his mom’s paw, but he did stare up with a determined look, “But I have to get an early start! If I don’t then Gary will beat me to the Guild headquarters and have a headstart on me!”

“Speaking of Gary,” A voice behind Ash’s mom spoke, quickly revealed to be a Charmeleon, who fished an envelope from within his lab coat, “Before he set out on his journey, he gave me this note to give to you, Ash.”

Ash grabbed the envelope, from the Charmeleon’s claws, his apprehension stifled by the reptile’s presence, “Oh, Professor Oak, you’re here. Wait! Does that mean Gary already left?! Who’s he even going with?”

Oak smiled and nodded, “Indeed, he left early in the morning with the Squirtle son of a colleague of mine. They’ve met from time to time and got along quite well, so they decided to give being a team a shot, since they both wanted to go and join the Guild as Adventurers.”

Ash grabbed his head in frustration, “Agh! He’s already formed a team, too!”

Deciding to not dwell on that for the moment, he quickly tore open Gary’s letter and unfolded it. His expression quickly turned unimpressed as he read, ‘Dear Ash, as I am obviously way ahead of your sleeping in, loser self, I just wanted to wish ya luck on catching up to me and my Shell Bro. After all, it’d be no fun to absolutely trounce you in Adventuring if you weren’t always hot on my tail! Smell ya later Dog Bro!’ And for good measure Gary had drawn a small, cartoonish Eevee who was lazily pulling down his lower eyelid and sticking out his tongue.

“Of course he’d do this to me.” Ash said calmly before childishly erupting, crushing the letter in his paw, “I’ll show you Gary! I’ll become the greatest Adventurer before you even decide on an evolution!”

Before Ash could continue proclaiming imminent superiority over Gary, a third voice spoke as a figure exited the kitchen, “And with a belly full of breakfast I’m sure you’ll catch up to Gary in no time.”

The voice belonged to a Mr. Mime who was cheerfully carrying a veritable feast of breakfast foodstuffs over to a table. Though the breakfast was masterfully made, bearing an appearance of pure delicacy, Ash, while looking conflicted, mostly held a look that screamed his urge to run out and begin his journey just that second.

Ash’s mom just chuckled and lightly pushed the Riolu towards the table, “Come on Ash, Mimey went through a lot of trouble on this breakfast, and not only should you be well fed before going on any adventure, I’m sure you’d want to make sure our dear Professor doesn’t keel over on your way there.”

Oak let out a small sound of offense, but Ash let out a sigh and nodded, “Fine. A quick breakfast, then I’m going to go and start my adventure!” As he moved over to his seat and took it he looked to the cook, “Thanks, Mimey.”

The four ate the lovingly made meal, though Ash quickened the pace with how he wolfed down his food, leading to the family standing outside their home. While Ash fidgeted in place, overflowing with excited energy, his mom knelt down and gave him a hug, “Now remember Ash, listen to Oak, listen to Guild leadership once you get to the headquarters, and make sure to write home, okay?”

Ash hugged back, the one and only ache of beginning his journey, of leaving his home for an extended period of time, “I will mom. I’ll write you every time I can.” The two separated, Ash trying to keep his smile from quivering as his mom held out a satchel, which he accepted, “Thanks mom.”

Delia proudly smiled at her son, “And remember Ash, don’t shirk your aura training, okay? It’s pretty important for a great adventurer after all.”

Ash sighed and nodded, “I know, I know. It’s just real hard sometimes.”

“Well, some of the best things in life are hard, but ultimately satisfying in the end. Just keep at it, and I’m sure you’ll make a breakthrough sometime sweetie.” She said in a reassuring tone.

Oak pat Ash on the shoulder as he looked to the Lucario, sensing even her slight unease, “Don’t worry Delia, I’ll see Ash to Indigo Plateau and make sure he gets there safe.”

“You have my full trust Professor,” Delia chuckled, “Have a good journey you two, don’t get into too much trouble, alright?”

With that, Oak and Ash made their way away from the home, waving back at Delia and Mimey before focusing on traveling forward. As they walked, Oak turned to Ash, “Just so you know Ash, we will need to stop by my lab before we properly head out.”

“Oh, come on Professor! Do we have to?” Ash complained, deflating slightly.

The Charmeleon simply chuckled, “Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

Ash straightened up, determination on his face, “Alright then. We’ll just need to make it quick!” 

And with that the Riolu charged off towards Oak’s residence, leaving the professor to stumble slightly and run after the boy. “Agh! Ash, hold up a second will you? I’m not the young Charmander I used to be!”

In no time at all thanks to Ash’s impatience, the two ran up to Oak’s lab. As Oak panted slightly and made his way to the door, Ash tilted his head, “So, what do you need here anyway?”

He smiled and knocked on his own door, “I just needed to pick up my grand nephew first.”

“But Gary is already ahead of me…” Ash said before stumbling back with a look of horror, “Don’t tell me there are TWO Garys!” Only for a look of embarrassment to overtake him, “But wait, Gary is your grandson…”

Oak laughed at the boy’s fear and shook his head, “Oh no, this is my grand nephew who lives a ways away from Pallet Town, so I doubt you two would have even met. His mother asked me to look after him for a bit, so he’ll be joining us on the journey.”

Ash crossed his arms and pouted, “Well, alright. Just so long as he doesn’t slow us down too much.”

A new voice spoke as the door to Oak’s lab opened, “Really you should worry about slowing yourself down more than anything else.”

Ash snapped his eyes to the small figure exiting the lab. A yellow paw handed a satchel to Professor Oak, who took it and placed it around his shoulder with practiced ease. The Riolu glared at the yellow Pokemon with red cheeks, who had the gall to look smug at the future adventurer, “Who are you calling slow? I’m gonna be the greatest adventurer!”

“Now, now boys. There’s no need to fight.” Oak said with an awkward smile, “Now, Ash, this is my grand nephew, Pikachu, and Pikachu, this is Ash, the son of a dear friend who asked me to escort Ash to the Guild and properly start his journey.”

The smug mouse simply smirked as he fiddled with a satchel of his own, “Ain’t much of an adventurer if he needs an escort.” He then laughed and pointed at Ash’s hat, “I mean, with a hat like that you look more like a tourist than an adventurer!”

“Why you-!” Ash began to say before Oak stepped between them, waving his claws in a placating manner.

Oak adopted a more firm expression, “Enough of that you two, we are going on a decently long journey, so I’d ask you two to try and get along. Besides, we are wasting daylight either way.” He looked to the dark, cloud laden sky and frowned, “And that doesn’t seem to be in good supply. It looks like it’s going to rain.”

Ash his paws together, “You’re right Professor! The more time we spend here, the bigger of a head start Gary is gonna get on me! And if a rainstorm hits, that’ll only give him a bigger one! There’s no time to waste!” He turned on his heel and eagerly began to power walk away from the lab, Oak simply shrugging with a good nature smile as he went to catch up, while Pikachu rolled his eyes.

As the clouds slowly began to crowd the sky, and a small sprinkle of rain began to fall, cooling the air, the boys entered into what seemed like their third argument, and Oak could only let out a sigh. They were even worse than Gary and Ash when they argued, it seemed.

“Just saying,” Pikachu said in a cheerful tone, “Haste makes waste, and any two bit adventurer would know that.”

Ash continued to angrily march along the hilly path, as he scrunched up his muzzle and responded, “It doesn’t matter what you think, or what you say! I’m STILL gonna be the greatest adventurer any mon has ever seen! Just you wait!”

Oak let out a second sigh as Pikachu promptly began to respond, until a fluttering of wings sounded, followed by a whirlwind of feathers slamming into the traveling mons, and while Oak remained standing through the attack, it sent his young charges rolling down the hillside, “Ash! Pikachu!” Before he could follow, a few of Spearow swooped low, and began to harry the Charmeleon.

For Ash and Pikachu, things weren’t much better. They rolled heel over head down the large hill, through mostly grass, over a few rocks and recently made mud, until they harshly slammed into a particularly hard bush.

Pikachu was the first to regain his footing, shaking his head vigorously and looking around, with fearful glances, only seeing stretches and bends of tall, thick bushes, with wet, glistening leaves acting as walls. A creeping worry entered him as he saw the way they had come in had disappeared, “Oh no. We must have fallen into a dungeon! A-and Oak isn’t here!”

Ash furiously leapt to his paws, lightly fixing and brushing some mud off his hat in the process, “Those jerks! They must have planned this! Shoving travelers down the hill into the mouth of a dungeon!” He quickly took in the surrounding area with worry etching itself into his features, “Oak could be in danger! We have to hurry!”

Frowning, Pikachu gestured around them, his arm shaking slightly, “And how do we do that when we’re stuck in a dungeon?”

Ash returned Pikachu’s frown with his own, “By getting out, that’s how!”

“Oh, because it’s just that easy. So easy, why those outlaws will probably escort us out of here, apologize to us and throw us a tea party.” Said Pikachu, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Clenching his paws into fists, Ash bared his teeth in frustration, “Oh shut up! You don’t have a plan, but I do! Dungeons are always weirdly formed, like mazes! So, I’m going to follow one wall of the dungeon until I find the stairs, then I’ll do it again, and again! As many floors as it takes to get out of here, and back to Oak and then I’ll bring these outlaws to justice!” 

Pikachu took a step towards Ash, his sarcastic sneer morphing into a look of fury as he spoke, “And how exactly are you going to deliver justice even if you get out? If anything, had you actually got up early, like you were supposed to, like cousin Gary did, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Maybe if it looked like you even tried training, and weren’t so obviously pathetic to the point you don’t even have a partner to form a team with yet, OAK wouldn’t be alone with a bunch of outlaws right now!” He shouted, similarly balling up his fists.

Ash was silent, taken aback before his surprise changed to a quivering indignation as his eyes took on a particular sheen. The Riolu turned on his heel and began to stomp away, staying near the right hand wall, “You can j-just stay here with your brilliant plan of nothing while I actually go and TRY something!” Ash yelled as he refused to turn around, his voice breaking near the end.

Pikachu felt annoyance flood through him, and even a bit of remorse, while sparks bounced from his cheeks while he absorbed Ash’s rebuttal, absorbed the obvious emotions he was forcing down as he walked away. He was split, definitely disliking the idea of following after Ash, seeing him as the reason they were in the mess, even if he had a point about trying to get out. He just didn’t think the Riolu could do anything to help. Still, a sigh overcame him, it would be wrong to leave Ash to his own devices.

He may not like the pup, but Pikachu doubted he could face Oak or Gary if anything happened to him. As much as Gary had mocked Ash the few times Pikachu had met him, he could still feel the warmth in the words the eevee spoke. And Oak would never forgive himself if Ash so much as got hurt under his watch.

With a half hearted grimace, Pikachu took after the angry Riolu, managing to catch up relatively quickly. As he approached, brushing a bit against the hedgewall, Ash whipped his head around, apparently expecting an outlaw, only to scowl and turn forward again. “W-what? Got bored doing nothing?” Even in that quick moment before he turned away, Pikachu thought Ash’s eyes looked a little red.

Despite his sour mood resurfacing, Pikachu let out a mix of a sigh and a groan, “I followed because somebody has to make sure you don’t get yourself killed until you get to the guild.”

Ash scoffed, turning down a new path along with the wall, “I don’t need your help.”

“New guild recruits don’t even get asked to deal with outlaws, and you think you, without even being part of the guild yet, can take on multiple outlaws?” Pikachu asked in exasperation.

Ash refused to turn to Pikachu as he responded, “It doesn’t matter! I’m not going to stand by and hide when outlaws are attacking somebody, especially not Professor Oak!”

Pikachu was formulating a response when a fluttering of wings, and from a side path barreled a Spearow who almost slammed into Pikachu who managed to dodge. Before Ash or Pikachu could properly think, a cacophony of wings flapped from the same passageway and a veritable flood of Spearow began to pour from the path.

Both of them made the same decisions and booked it away from the recovering Spearow and his friends.

Pikachu spared a single glance and blanched at the sheer volume of Spearow fluttering after them, “How many Spearow does it take to attack travelers like this?!”

Even as he ran, breathing heavily, with fear clear on his voice, he growled out, “Probably too cowardly to attack anybody without overwhelming force!”

“Rich coming from the ‘greatest adventurer’ who’s running from outlaws!” Pikachu yelled.

“Great adventurers are not suicidal! And you’re running away with me!” Ash retorted.

Before more arguing could commence, Pikachu felt a sudden pain to his back, as weight slammed into him, throwing him off balance and sending him to the muddy floor. He gasped for air after a moment, struggling to his paws and sending a thunder wave out blindly, in the rough direction his attacker came from.

A screech sounded success for his efforts, but another feathered fiend slammed into him with a peck, wrenching a scream from him as he was sent tumbling back into the mud. Before he could even try to stand again, more and more attacks slammed into him from all sides as the legion of feathers descended on him. Beaks and claws lunged for him whichever way he twisted to get away, whenever he tried to summon his electricity to protect himself, with his attempts slowly waning, faltering under the constant barrage.

Only for the constant attacks, the pressure, to lift with the sound of squawks and fleshy thumps. He felt himself be lifted up, to begin to be carried, if quickly and roughly. With a groan he cracked his eyes open, finding himself in Ash’s arms, a stalwart look on the Riolu’s face, even when he winced from a stumbled dodge, or glancing blow from the Spearow, he refused to stop. Pikachu grimaced as the pains lingered, or were aggravated by the jostling movement of Ash.

Despite his dodging and tenacity, Ash’s determination could only go on so long, and so, a Spearow came up beside, and slammed into them, sending the duo tumbling into an open section of the dungeon. Ash coughed as he tried to catch his breath, and Pikachu grit his teeth as the tumble hit every bruise he had.

Shaking his head, Pikachu shakily tried to get to his feet, only to be slammed to the ground from a very angry peck. “Kah! I hate ‘lectric types! Always give me muscle spasms!” A Spearow growled.

“Well what do ya expect? You were the one underestimating an electric type, again. ‘S like ya didn’t even try an dodge.” A calmer Spearow answered.

The first ruffled his feathers, “Don’t matter none! Let’s just knock this ‘lectric out and be done with this.”

Pikachu tried again to stand, only for his hand to slip through the mud, landing him on his side. He clenched his teeth harder and closed his eyes, awaiting the pain to befall him again as the thumping of Spearow talons played across the floor towards him. Only the pain didn’t come, and the thumping took a tonal change, accompanied by a pair of squawks.

He blinked his eyes open and looked ahead to see the two Spearow thrown to the ground and Ash standing in between the Spearow and Pikachu defiantly. More outlaw Spearow entered into the room, followed by a large Fearow.

The Fearow glared down at Ash, a sneer on his tone, “Rambunctious little pup, ain’t you? Normally I’d expect a youngun like you to quiver and cower. So… Playing at being a hero for your little friend?”

Ash growled and hardened his stance, preparing to be rushed, “I am Ash Riolu of Pallet Town! I’m going to be the greatest adventurer the world has ever seen! And I won’t let you hurt Pikachu, or anyone, anymore!”

A laugh rippled through the congregation of Spearow before the Fearow answered, “Well, nice dream you’ve got, hate to tell you, pup, but we’re going to have to break it!” Without hesitation, the surrounding Spearow launched forward, towards Ash.

Pikachu watched as, even in the face of overwhelming enemies, Ash stood his ground, lashing his paws out at Spearow after Spearow, watched as the young Riolu refused to dodge, preferring to take the flurry of pecks coming his way if it meant slamming his paw into their face or chest. The more Ash punched, the faster he seemed to get, his paws even becoming laced with blue light that appeared to grow brighter. At least until the Fearow charged in, throwing Ash back, harshly onto the ground. From Pikachu’s view, despite the cuts, the bruises and the mud, he sustained, Ash got to his feet, his hat abandoned on the floor, and stiltedly, shakily took a fighting pose once again. “I… I won’t let you…”

“Have to hand it to ya,” The Fearow jeered, “Ain’t every day we find some mon with your kind of fighting spirit. Your electric Rattata fell quite quickly, yet here we have a fighting type like yourself holding up. Were things even a little more in your favor, maybe ya’d have made it out, guess it’s just your unlucky day.”

The world seemed to slow down to Pikachu, as the Fearow and surrounding Spearow charged, intense expressions promising to end Ash’s defiance. He felt sparks lance across his body, as determination filled him up, and through the pain, Pikachu lurched from the ground, forcing his muscles to leap over Ash, who looked up in surprise. With a scowl on his face, Pikachu forced all his strength into the electricity that sparked, and let it out in a massive blast, “Ha CHU!”

The sound of thunder blasted across the dungeon room, as the blinding electrical light shone. Only for silence to reign.

Ash had fallen to his knees, surprise played across his face, his breathing heavy. The outlaws all laid out upon the ground in various heaps as sparks leapt from their unconscious forms. It took Ash a few moments to center himself long enough to process the sight before him, until he saw a prone yellow form, “Pikachu!” Ash exclaimed, as he tried to get to his feet, only to wince and stumble. Still, he forced himself to crawl to Pikachu’s side. “Pikachu, are you okay?” 

A groan was his only response at first, until Pikachu struggled to roll over, “Ugh… I feel like I was bullied by a thunderstorm.”

The statement pulled a laugh from Ash, as he looked at Pikachu, scuffed and bruised, and covered in mud from the amount of times he’d been thrown to the dungeon floor, but definitely better than the lightly smoking forms of the feathered outlaws. “You know, that was pretty cool.” He said with a tired, if ecstatic smile, “You took down, like, ten outlaws in one attack!”

Another groan sounded from Pikachu, “Silver linings.” There was a moment of silence between the two, before Pikachu looked at Ash, particularly a cut on the Riolu’s cheek, worry in his eyes, “… What about you? They didn’t get you too badly did they?”

At Pikachu’s words, Ash put on a brave face, “Ah, I’m fine. It’s gonna take more than a few flying types to take me down!” Only to wince, and hold his side, “But… they did get a few hits in.”

Pikachu let out a sigh, slowly sitting up with a pained grimace. “Ash, you’re a fighting type. What were you doing jumping in front of a hoard of flying type outlaws? You could have been seriously hurt.”

Ash chuckled as he braced Pikachu’s back as best he could, “We both got hurt a little, but we managed to get through it fine.” He smiled at Pikachu, a sincere expression that was very different from the looks Ash had given him even only a little while ago, “Besides, I couldn’t just let them hurt you. And that attack you did, that was totally awesome!”

The Riolu’s tail wagged, conveying his smile, while Pikachu sighed and shook his head, though even he was unable to keep a smile of his own off his face. “Glad you think so, ‘cause it hurt a lot, even on my end.” Smile still on his face, Pikachu turned back to Ash, “But I’m glad you’re okay.” His eyes flicked down in mild surprise, “Huh, looks like your hat landed here.”

Ash’s tail picked up speed as he reached for the surprisingly nearby hat, and put it on his head, “Thank goodness. I would have hated to lose it before Oak got me to Indigo Plateau at least.” There was a moment of peace, only for Ash’s eyes to bug out of his skull, “Wait! We forgot about Professor Oak!”

Pikachu immediately tried to stand, only to wobble and fall back with a gasp, “We-we have to go help him!”

“No arguments there!” Ash said, and with surprising gentleness, helped Pikachu to his feet, letting him lean on Ash as they tried their best to hurry to the exit. Their urgency led to Ash going a bit too fast, causing Pikachu to harshly suck air through his teeth. “S-sorry!” Ash said, shifting his grip on his friend.

Pikachu shook his head, “No, no problem. We need to get to Oak before the rest of the outlaws get to him. No way all of them followed us in here.”

But, as they awkwardly shuffled around the knocked out outlaws towards the room’s exit, a disheveled looking Professor Oak flew around the corner, wisps of smoke flying from the corners of his mouth, “Boys! Boys are you okay?”

“Uncle Oak!” Pikachu yelled in relief as he leapt at the Charmeleon, grabbing him in a hug. Ash happily followed behind as Pikachu lightly pulled away with a questioning expression, “How’d you get away from the outlaws?”

Oak was about to respond when Ash let out an amazed, “Whoa! Hey, Pikachu look at this!” His interruption surprised both Pikachu and Oak enough that Pikachu hobbled a bit away from his uncle to look down the hall, seeing a decent few Spearow, far more than Ash could have hit before they ran, lay splayed out across the forested dungeon corridor, with small bits of smoke still dissipating over them. Ash cheerfully pointed at the outlaws as he looked at Pikachu, “You must have blasted these guys too!”

Pikachu gaped at the outlaws and Ash’s exclamation, before turning to Oak, “R-really?”

Oak glanced from the corridor to the room the two boys had left and chuckled, “I suppose you had more strength than you thought, hmm? But now, we should get out of this dungeon. Outlaws, or no outlaws”

Rather quickly, and decently painlessly, Oak led the two through the dungeon, finding it mercifully short, so much so, they managed to avoid running into any dungeon inhabitants. As the trio trudged up the muddy hill that Ash and Pikachu had been thrown down, the rain from before beginning to end, Oak fished an odd device out of his scuffed lab coat, and began to tap away at it.

“Professor?” Ash began to ask in mild awe, “Is that a Pokedex?”

Oak looked up from the device, giving it one last tap, “Ah, yes this is a Pokedex. Being a professor has its perks, and the guild has been kind enough to let me borrow a few over the years. I’m just sending a message so nearby guild teams can come and scoop up the outlaws. Don’t want them waking up and getting away to do this again.” He smiled at the pup, “I’m sure you’ll get one yourself soon enough once you get onto a guild team.”

His words brought pause to Ash, who shuffled in place before turning to Pikachu, “Hey, Pikadchu? Can I ask you a question?”

“Uh, sure Ash. What is it?” Pikachu said as he looked at Ash, quirking an eyebrow.

Ash fiddled with his paws for a moment before tilting his head slightly, “Would-would you like to make a team with me?”

Pikachu blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing for a moment, “Why? I-I mean, why would you want me on a team? We… didn’t exactly get along.”

The Riolu nodded, his aura feelers bobbing along as he looked to the side, “Yeah, yeah. And you were right when you said I didn’t even have a partner, like Gary did.” He turned his gaze back Pikachu, a small smile on his face, “But, I think we worked well together, had each others’ backs when it mattered, and I’d really like to have someone like you by my side on my adventure.”

Still trying to process it all, Pikachu tried to deflect slightly, though with a small smirk, “Even if we fight like we did back there?”

Ash rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, “Yeah, we kinda got off on the wrong foot didn’t we? But… you weren’t really wrong. Still.” He said, extending a paw, “Offer’s still open.”

Pikachu watched Ash’s paw, his thoughts continuing to tumble in uncertainty. He looked at Ash, the Riolu smiling despite the bruises, cuts and mud that covered him, and let out a sigh, “Oh, what the heck.” And he took Ash’s paw in his own, gently shaking it, “It’s… I don’t have any plans, really anyway. Uh,” He turned to Professor Oak, “It is okay, right uncle?”

The Charmeleon chuckled and pat Pikachu on his head, “I’m certain your mother would be happy to hear about this, more than anything. Either way, you have my full support.”

With a renewed, glowing grin, Pikachu nodded and turned back to Ash, “Then I guess it’s official.”

Ash happily pumped his paw into the air, “Yes!”

Oak watched the two, glad to see the two finding a camaraderie between them, “Well, congratulations to you two. I’d say this deserves a little something.” Without another word, he whipped out two Pokedex which he held out to the two of them.

Ash snatched his quickly, grinning almost ferally at the electronic rectangle, “Really?!” Only for the smile to fall, being replaced by a look of confusion, “But we’re not even officially a guild team yet.”

“Like I said, the guild has entrusted me with a few here or there. I’m sure they won’t mind me giving you two your Pokedexs a little early.” Oak said with a wink.

Pikachu took his Pokedex, more gently than Ash did, “All of this feels so sudden.” He glanced to Ash who was admiring his new gadget and smiled, “Not that that’s bad I guess.”

Professor Oak nodded, “Well, with all that excitement, we should probably get a move on. We’ve already been waylaid enough as it is.”

The two young Pokemon voiced their agreement, and tucked their respective Pokedexs away before beginning to follow Professor Oak once again. All of them were sore and tired, but far happier than the previous argumentative atmosphere that followed them before.

After a while of walking, the group crest a large hill. Ash eagerly rushed forward for a better view, smiling at the nearby city, the silhouette of farther off buildings rising above the surrounding trees, and off to the side, on a mountain, was the intricate complex that was the heart of the Indigo Guild, Indigo Plateau. Tying it all together, was a rainbow, shining over the land.

As Ash admired the view, something caught his eye, that pointed to excitedly, “Hey, who’s that Pokemon there? Flying through the rainbow?”

Oak and Pikachu walked up next to Ash and squinted at the figure, flying in the distance. Oak hummed and smiled at the Riolu, “Well, there are many Pokemon across the world. Some unknown, some legendary, or mythical that only tales tell of great adventurers encountering them. Maybe you’ll get to meet them someday.”

Ash watched as the large, flying Pokemon sparkled as it passed the rainbow and out of sight, before speaking to Pikachu, “There’s so many secrets in the world. And we’re gonna see them all!”

Pikachu shook his head with a laugh, “Gonna find every secret as we journey far and wide, huh?”

“Of course!” Ash said, taking in the sight before him, what was but a small fragment of the world he was going to see, “And this is the first step of our journey.”

Pikachu watched Ash, watched his excitement with a smile. He gently took Ash’s paw into his own, and Ash looked down with a little confusion, “Our journey to be the greatest?”

Ash laughed and pumped their entwined paws into the air, “The greatest adventuring team the world’s ever seen!”

A/N: This was originally going to be written for a 5K oneshot writing challenge some time ago, but I hit a snag and some depression which held off me finishing this, and in fact, the negative thoughts tried to get me to delete what I had already written, though luckily I managed not too, and finally got around to finishing this.

The initial idea was very simple, a loose adaptation of the first Pokemon anime episode but set in a PMD style world, and while it still is, I have scrounged up a decent amount of ideas for where this world could go next. What Pokemon the various characters would be, what changes to things could happen, either because “I wanna” to mostly necessitated due to the fact that everyone is a Pokemon so certain aspects may not exactly translate well. The various LORE and world building to how the guild league functions, how gyms and badges work and so on.

All that potential is why this, initially just a oneshot, is open to have more chapters added, if I can get my brain to agree, along with all the other story ideas rumbling around in my head, as even a loose adaptation of the adventures from the anime into this “Pokemon Anime but PMD AU’ would be a significant undertaking which would rumble alongside my many other “significant undertakings” that my brain dares to throw at me as story ideas. And then many of my smaller story ideas tend to get away from me and balloon into giant undertakings as well, hah. But, I’ll see what I can throw here from time to time, especially if I can get my writing speed up compared to how it is currently.

As always, thoughts, opinions, pointing out writing errors and more are always welcome in the comments, and thank you for spending some of your time to read what I’ve written.

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. xi

Hello Travelers, before we begin I need to stress that this part of Our Angel of Brahma contains explicit violence. With that being said, consider this your warning for the following content: kidnapping (mentioned), assault, police brutality, interrogations, and some self-harm. I will be going back to add CW to previous parts and will update when those have been added in. If there are any warnings that you would like added to this part or any others do not hesitate to reach out in my ask box or DMs! Additionally: I am planning on transferring this series over to ao3 in the coming weeks. The google doc is starting to crash and that is my sign that this is no longer a self contained one shot au. It is a drabble. a nearly 19k long (and counting) drabble @ananxiousgenz @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @the-private-eye @demonic-panini

Calypso walks into her office. Coffee mug in one hand, and her comms in the other. She hadn't checked her emails yet and had only briefly skimmed the messages Frannie had sent her early in the morning. Most of which didn’t make much sense and had been sent five hours before she was awake, which was by her standards, five hours too early to be doing absolutely anything important. She booted up the computer and took a long sip of her coffee. Her comms rang and it was un-surprisingly Frannie. 

“Calypso Starr speaking–”

“Have you seen them yet?” 

“Frannie. Good morning to you too. I believe conversations start with hello.”

“Right– hello, did you see them yet?”

“See what?” She opens her email and smiles reading the subject line “RE: THE CASE OF THE MISSING ANGEL”. Rita was creative. Calypso would give her that. But she also seemed just as scatterbrained as Frannie did at times. They both knew their way around computers and comms. More than Calypso ever learned from her mom, so she was in no position to really judge either of them. If anything, they had every right to laugh in her face for not being able to do all the work on her own. Some shit journalist she was turning up to be. 

“The videos!” Frannie huffed and in the background, Calypso could make out the sound of a cabinet door opening and slamming shut. “Listen, I’m hanging up, and when you’re done with the videos and taking notes– and I mean all the videos, and all your notes– call me. Rita spent ninety-six hours trying to hunt all this down for you, kid. You better write the best damn article this side of the galaxy has ever seen! Because she ain’t helping you anymore after this, alright?” 

Calypso opens her mouth to argue but the call ends right then. She sets her comms on the desk in its designated spot next to her coffee mug and one of the glass swans. She isn’t a kid. She’s a grown adult just like Frannie. Frannie was however much, much older than her. And it wouldn’t be the first time that she’s let an older lady step all over her. 

Without anymore preamble, she takes a seat and opens the first video file. 

The video starts with a lone woman sitting at a table. The room is bare and poorly lit with no windows.  “State your name.” “Why should I? You already know who I am.” The woman’s dark hair falls out of her face revealing dark eyes and a few freckles. She glares at the camera. “And get that thing out of my face.” “No can do, now state your name.”  The woman huffs hanging her head low to the table. “Eve Bell.” “Full name.” “Eevee Bell.” She jerks her chin up and snarls, “Happy?”

Calypso pauses the video. This is Eevee Bell. Eevee the same night she was taken from her home.The same night she tucked Baird into bed and promised nothing bad would happen to her. Calypso flips open her journal thumbing through the pages until she finds her notes on the “Dad” recording. She reads back over them and flips to the next blank page. She rummages around her desk for a bit before finding a pen tucked into her newly acquired swan pen holder. She hits play on the video, and begins taking notes.

“Very,” a figure walks around the camera to stand behind Eevee. They’re dressed in a freshly pressed uniform. Their epaulets are black, with two embroidered stars in silver thread. A Constable of high rank. They place one hand on her shoulder and grip her chin with the other. “Now look directly at the camera, and tell them exactly what you did.” She clenches her jaw and tries to pull away. The Constable keeps her firmly pinned in place.  “Not gonna talk, huh.” “Over my dead body.” The Constable tsks and lets go of Eve’s face. Eevee, to her credit, rolls her shoulders as much as she could with her hands cuffed behind her back, and tilted her chin up higher. “You’ll hear me sing and squeal before I tell you anything you want.”  The Constable shakes their head and laughs, “We’ll see how you feel after today.” They exit out of frame and a heavy door can be heard opening. Eevee looks over and her eyes go wide as three other uniformed Constables walk into the room.  “Welcome to New Kinshasa, Eve.” The Constable says out of frame said. The video ends.

Calypso leans back in her seat. She glances down at her notes. Nothing. Blank. She puts her pen down and folds her hands over one another, leaning to rest her elbows on her desk. Her stomach does a strange thing, flipping up over on itself. The coffee is starting to kick in and give her heartburn. 

From her research and based on Baird’s recordings, the Constabulary does not treat its prisoners kindly. Their treatment is not as harsh as Aurinko Permanent Corrections. No, nothing could compare to Palomine Aurinko, and nothing will ever come close to Hoosegow. But there’s a good reason the Solar Planets consider the Guardian Angel System a war crime and New Kinshasa has been charged off and on for committing multiples since the Galactic Civil War ended. 

She grabs her comms and searches for anything she can find on the Constabulary on New Kinshasa and Brahma. She wasn’t expecting her quick galactic search to turn up anything. Just like everything else she’s been looking into privately, this too should have been a dead end. Instead, a tourism site hosted on a Saraswatan travelers guide comes up. 

One of the main attractions to vacationing to Saraswati it turns out, is visiting New Kinshasa. Vacation to Saraswati, and set time aside for a three days, two nights trip to see New Kinshasa. Shuttle over on day one, and see New Kinshasa day two. Get to meet Constables, shake hands with Sergeants, and rub elbows with Inspectors off duty at hotel bars. Take a tour down main street and stop by the Skydeck: Edge of New Kinshasa and peer down at Brahma from up high. 

The photos on the website are orderly and well lit. More than likely staged pieces of propaganda meant to make the average person forget about what happened to Brahma. If Calypso were anyone else even she’d believe it. But Baird’s recordings exist and Brahma has been suffering. Dark Matters can successfully scrub all records from the galaxy but they never stood a chance at stopping something from slipping through the cracks. 

One of the photos on the website catches her eye. A Constable in uniform, with epauluets on their shoulders embroidered in silver thread. Perfectly stitched planets with tilted rings. They’re shaking hands with a man with grey hair and a peculiar mustache. A gold brooch with blue jewels is pinned to his suit. His wide smile reaches his eyes. 

Calypso scrolls down to read the caption at the same time she reaches for her mug. She takes a long sip of her coffee. 

Superintendent Constable Bishop shaking hands with art collector, Osiris Cygnet. 

A “cygnet” is a word used to describe a baby swan. So named after the swan-shaped constellation, Cygnus, and -et indicates smallness. 

If Calypso were the average person, she shouldn’t know this. As she leans back in her desk chair and stares at the swan pen holder, Calypso is reminded that she is not the average person. As she stands now running through her apartment, digging through a cardboard box for a gold swan brooch with sapphire eyes, she has not been the average person since childhood. 

The storage unit came from a deceased art collector. He had an affinity for collecting crystal swans and counterfeit paintings. She sold most of the glass swans back to collectors on Earth while on her visit to her mother’s grave. She held on to the pen holder as a memento and sought out a pawn shop to trade in the brooch when the shop owner said she ought to keep it, “you don’t find jewels like that out there anymore.” Or whatever that meant. 

“Shit shit shit shit–” she finds the brooch and races back to her office clutching it tight. Sure enough, it’s a good match. 

Osiris Cygnet, art collector that vacationed sometime within the last ten years to Saraswati and took a shuttle trip to New Kinshasa. Just how the fuck did he get ahold of Baird’s recordings?

Superintendent Constable Bishop, Eve’s prison guard, and most likely, her future executioner. And he was promoted. At some point in the last twenty years, he was promoted. Multiple times. 

The pin back on the brooch digs into her palm. Calypso clenches her teeth. She should let go before the wound is too deep and forms an ugly gash. She reaches with her free hand and hits play on the next video.

Eevee sits on the stone floor of a prison cell. She stares pointedly at the door. Occasionally her eyes flick up to the camera. Its hard to tell, but her face looks puffy. Her arms have bruises running from her elbows all the way down to her wrists. There are red marks on both wrists from wearing handcuffs. She pulls her knees up to her chest letting out a long groan of pain. The camera zooms in. It is just near inaudible, but the camera's microphone picks up her quiet voice.  I hear your tune,  like a songbird at noon. What a lovely trill, it makes me feel ill. Eve looks like she would curl tighter around herself if it were possible. Shrink into nothing. Make herself as small as a mote of dust.  Like chimes in the wind, we were destined. A full-body shudder wracks through her.  Birdie, I’m not comin’ home, I'm sorry to leave you all alone. A figure approaches the cell. They’re not in uniform but the way they approach Eve’s cell is not without confidence.  “It’s a good song.” Eve jumps with tears in her eyes as she blinks at the person in front of her. “Hey baby, I came to bust you out.” The figure shoves their hands in their pockets.  “Cyrus…” Eve slowly gets to her feet and crosses over to the bars of her cell. She holds a hand out. Cyrus takes it carefully, pressing his lips to her knuckles. She is nearly breathless as she asks, “What are you doing here?” “Like I said: busting you out.”  “I–” Eve shakes her head. “No, you can’t. What about Iris? What about Baird? They need you more than I do right now! How'd you even get in here anyways?” Cyrus shrugs and pulls a key card out from his pocket. “Snuck onto a shuttle, knocked out a Constable, stole their key card? C'mon, Eve, it's not that hard.”  “Not that hard– Cyrus! That's a death sentence! If you get caught–” “I won't get caught, alright? Peter Nureyev”– Eve flinches– “scared them shitless. They’re scrambling right now and too disorganized to notice me.” She's quiet, staring at their hands. “How long has it been already?” “Day five of the Warden Strike, second day without you. Camilla was the one who reached out to. Everyone else apparently was too afraid to, and the other Wardens are losing steam without someone to keep their morale up and minds motivated.”  “And what about Baird? And Iris? You left them alone to try and rescue me? Cyrus, I'm a prisoner, not a princess in a tower.” Cyrus clicks his tongue. “Iris has been alone for a long time, they’ll be fine. And Baird isn’t alone, the Spade’s are taking care of him.” He plays thoughtlessly with her fingers. “You and I only have each other though. I promised your parents I’d look out for you, and I intend to keep that promise, til’ death do us part and all that.”  Eve jerks her hand away to grip one of the bars. “Cyrus, look at me.” He lifts his head and flinches in response only slightly. “I came here willingly. And I’m not going to make it out of here alive. Eber and Camilla can barely afford to take care of themselves and Charlie. And Iris lost their family like you and I did. You and I both know what it's like to lose your parents. I don't want Baird to experience the same thing.”  Cyrus shakes his head. “Eve you're thinking this all backwards. I'm the one that dragged you into this, let me take your place and get you out of it.” The video ends. 

Calypso drops the brooch on her desk to run her hands through her hair. She tugs on the ends of her short bob. 

Eevee pushed Cyrus away because he wanted revolution. And he got it. He got a revolution and it took everything from Baird. 

These are real people. Not just voice recordings or a bedtime story a mother made up to soothe her distressed child. Baird, Eeve, Cyrus, and Iris. A real family. Charlie, Eber, and Camilla and their daughter, Evelyn. A spare family. Josie and the twins. Hank and Mrs. Darius. The Rats. Brahma was full of life. And it still is. Peter Nureyev is a legend to these people. Even if it turns out the name was fake, he was just as real as any of them. 

And despite all their hardships, Cyrus still married Eevee and then Iris. Josie still went on to have twins. Camilla and Eber brought a daughter into the galaxy. Charlie chose to go down singing. Cyrus went out singing. Eve echoed a song. And Baird kept his head high and trilled for their memory. 

The recordings from the comms were real. Are real. Calypso knows this. She doesn't have any faces to put to any names except now for Eve and a rough idea for Cyrus. They were alive. 

Calypso hesitates to start the next video. She's seen more than enough already. More than plenty. There are still two videos left. She already knows how this ends. Eevee Bell walked out of her apartment in the middle of the night so her son wouldn’t have to wake up screaming and watch her be dragged out the front door. She did everything in her power to safeguard him from a War she never wanted to bring home in the first place. And what did it get her? What good did it do when two years later Baird watched what happened to his father anyways? What good did any of it do when they broadcasted Charlie’s execution? 

Taking a deep breath, she hits play. 

“Songbird,” Constable Bishop stands in front of Eve's cell. They keep one hand on their blaster. Eve tucks her chin down while pulling away from the bars. “Tired of singing? That's a pity. You know, a few hours ago, I was alerted that someone came to pay you a visit. I had the cameras checked and we put the facility in lockdown. You'll never believe what we found trying to fly the coop.”  Two Constables drag a man into frame. It's Cyrus. Eve stands in place, her face drained of all its color. Cyrus tilts his head up. The two Constables flanking his side force him to stand, hoisting him up by his underarms. His hands remain pinned behind his back. .  “I wouldn't be all smiley right now if I were in your shoes, Desrosiers.” Constable Bishop pulls their blaster from its holster. They click the safety off and point it directly at Cyrus. “Now then, here's how this is going to play out. Ms. Bell, you're going to admit that you organized the Warden strike, you're going to take the fall and you're going to accept the consequences.” “And if she doesn't?” The Constables holding Cyrus pull on his arms. He hisses through his teeth.   “If she doesn't, then we'll blame you both. And then, with you both out of the way, we'll hunt down that Little Birdie of yours, pluck him from the nest, and make him sing us songs about how beautiful it is to be saved by New Kinshasa–”  “I did it.” Eve crosses her cell and reaches out as far as she can to grab the Constable Bishop’s uniform. Her fingers just barely reach their elbow. “I organized the strike. It was all my idea to begin with. I knew it was risky and stupid but I did it anyways. I poisoned the watering hole–” “Eevee–” “And Cyrus had nothing to do with it. Joining the revolutionaries and inciting the Dome Wardens was all me. Let him go. Blame me for everything, say that I'm the Revolutionary's mother while you’re at it and publicly execute me. Tear me limb from limb– just let Cyrus go and leave my son out of this.”  Constable Bishop holds her gaze. He lowers his blaster and gives her a curt nod, “I wasn't going to go that far, but if that's how you feel, well…” He put his blaster away. “I’m pleased you came around, Ms. Bell.” He turns to the other two Constables and motions for them to leave. “Escort the Pest off of New Kinshasa.” They grab hold of Cyrus’ jaw and force him to look up. “And if we ever catch you sneaking up here again, you’ll be publicly executed.” Eevee looks away as they drag Cyrus out of frame. His voice comes as a muffled shout that grows quieter and quieter.  “Don’t look so down Ms. Bell. You made the right choice. New Kinshasa thanks you for your candor.” The video ends. 

She lied. Eevee lied to Constable Bishop. Even if half of what she said did hold some truth to it, there were still lies she sprinkled in that they believed. At least they chose to believe them. And choosing to believe in something only grants it more power. It warps reality, and makes it more real. 

Baird’s first recording that Calypso heard echoes in the back of her mind. Some say that the legend isn’t true. Some say that Eevee Bell set the Dome Wardens on strike. At least one person believes that she is Peter Nureyev’s mother. 

Baird and Iris did not know everything. For whatever Cyrus was caught for finally, Constable Bishop made good on their promise and did eventually come back for him. They did not however publicly execute him. 

They got Charlie instead. 

With only one video left, Calypso hits play. She’s only slightly surprised to see Cyrus in a similar interrogation room to the one Eevee was in in the first video.

“There will be a free Brahma. There will be a free Brahma. Brahma will be–” “Do you ever, shut up!” Constable Bishop slams their fist against the table in front of Cyrus. His epauluets are different, now instead of two stars theres three. Cyrus winces clenching his jaw, but doesn’t draw away. “No wonder you got a divorce, I’d get one too if I was stuck married to you.” “Charmed, though I don’t find you pretty enough to marry… maybe if you lost the scrappy beard–” “Enough!” Constable Bishop drags a hand down their face, scratches at their stubble, and stares down at Cyrus. “All you have to do, is look at the camera,” they point to the one currently rolling, “and say exactly what you did.” “And then what? You’ll let me go scot free? You’ve already beat black and blue, I think I felt a tooth or two dislodge from my mouth. You willing to pay for my dentist bill?” “There are no dentist left on Brahma.” Constable Bishop circles around Cyrus and stands behind him. They grip his left shoulder, and guide his face up towards the camera with their other hand. “Now go on, tell them exactly who you are, and what you did.” Cyrus’ eyes are a muted green. His face is long and skin a darker shade of brown than Eevees’. He takes a deep, calming breath, and flashes a quick smile revealing a dimple on his left cheek.  “My name is Peter Nureyev, and I am going to bring down New Kinshasa.” Constable Bishop lets go of Cyrus to whip out their blaster. They crack the blunt end against the back of his head. Constable Bishop’s hand and blaster come away slightly bloodied, and the shout Cyrus lets out echoes in the small room.  “Think you’re so smart, huh? Try again.” “Cyrus Desrosiers-Bell, and when I get out of here,” Cyrus strains against his restraints baring his teeth in a sharp, sadistic grin, “I’m going to rip your fucking throat out!”  Constable Bishop clicks the safety off their blaster. They press it to the side of Cyrus’ head. “Go on, keep talking. We don’t need you alive, you serve no greater purpose to your revolution. You get caught in New Kinshasa once and I let you go, shame on you. You get caught sneaking around New Kinshasa a second time and get far enough back home just outside your front door, shame on me.” Bishop tsks rechecking their blaster. “One jolt. That’s all you need.” “Well go on then,” Cyrus lifts his chin. His brows squish together. A small gasp escapes his lips. “You don’t scare me. Not the first time you’ve pressed that thing to my head.”  After a moment, a comms goes off. The Constable checks it with a quick glance and relaxes. “You’re right,” they draw their blaster away from Cyrus but do not click the safety back in place. “I don't scare you enough. But she probably will.” A question forms on Cyrus’ lips but dies just as quickly as the interrogation room doors whirls open and close. Heavy bootsteps cross the room. A small shadow falls over Cyrus. His eyes go wide.  “Eve, my angel…” Cyrus shakes his head, tearing his gaze away. He grits his teeth. “No. You killed her.”  “Did we though? Constable,” the Bishop turns to the new arrival. They pass their blaster off to them. The new arrival walks into frame to accept the blaster. Standing beside Constable Bishop, is none other than Eevee Bell. The same dark hair, dark eyes, and constellation of freckles. A collar of some sort clasps snuggly around her neck.  It is as if the soul that bubbled to life inside of her has been snuffed out. This may look like Eevee Bell, it may move like Eevee Bell, but it is not her. Not anymore. No song whistles from her lips as she levels the blaster pressing back against Cyrus’ head.  “Eevee, baby,” the Constable places her finger over the trigger.  “Now then, any last words, Desroisers-Bell?” Cyrus licks his lips and stares into the camera. “My angel, my angel. Set me free.” The Constable pulls the trigger. Her arm absorbs the recoil as Cyrus’ body seizes and–

Calypso closes out of the video and turns away. She presses her head between her legs gasping for lungfuls of air. 

Rita spent ninety-two hours digging through Goddess knows what just to dig up this. The tumbling feeling in her stomach returns full force. Combined a racing heart and the rising bile in her throat, Calypso isn’t so sure anymore if she wants to call Frannie back. Maybe she ought to reach back out to Mister Mercury and try creative writing again. Maybe she ought to quit writing and journalism altogether, shuttle home to Venus, find a nice well off spouse, pop out another fucked up kid like her and her mother, and pat herself on the back for not dying to cancer or radiation poisoning or whatever. It might also do her a whole lot of good to find a therapist. At least looking for one wouldn’t kill her.

She waits until her heart has stopped racing and stomach settled back into place. Her pen feels like it’s barely there as she scratches down quick notes:

Eve gave the constable’s idea for public execution, thus Charlie. 

Cyrus Desrosiers-Bell. He took Eevee’s last name? And then kept it after marrying Iris?

Cyrus was beat and taken away because he snuck on to New Kinshasa– twice. First time to try and save Eve (failed to) and second time for unknown reason (caught and tracked down). Could this be why/how Talia’s book club found a way to New Kinshasa?

Don’t know what song Cyrus sang as he was dragged away from Iris. Possibly some version of Charlie’s Lament? 

How does Osiris Cygnet connect to all this?

What was the collar around Eve’s neck?

Constable Bishop’s promotions: have something to do with what happened to Eve? With what he did to Cyrus? (SIDE NOTE: I pray to my Goddess that whatever the hell happened to Eve, they did not do to Cyrus.)

… I pray that whatever they did to Eve, they did not improve and inflict upon Charlie. 

She puts her pen back in the swan holder and examines the puncture wound in her palm. The injury is small, not a gash like she thought it might be. A bandage and anti-spetic and Calypso will be right as rain. Peachier than an Earthen Sunday morning. 

“I need to find a hobby.” Calypso glances at the swan holder. Perhaps– no. Absolutely not. 

She dresses her injury and calls Frannie back despite every part of her howling not to. Her coffee has long since gone cold. Normally this woudln’t be a problem. Just drop a few ice cubes in and presto. Or reheat the whole mug and presto. Today is one of those rare days where neither is an appealing option and the last of her six hundred cred coffee goes down the drain. Finally her call connects with Frannie.

“You finished the videos?”

“Frannie.”

“Right, hello. You finished the videos.” It’s not even a question anymore. Calypso hums turning away from her sink to lean her lower back against it. Slowly she lowers herself to the floor. “I’ll take that as a yes, okay! I asked Rita about Peter Nureyev like you wanted me to. And she turned back around within a day to tell me that there was nothing she could find about the man. He doesn’t exist. Just another legend.”

Calypso scoffs, “Well that’s impossible, I just saw the videos. Eve and Cyrus both mention him by name. Baird mentions him in his recordings by name. Camilla mentions him by name at some point. He has to be real.”

“Well I don’t know what to tell you, kid, but if Rita can’t find him, no one can. It’s impossible to find something or someone who doesn’t exist.”

“Or maybe he disappeared.”

Frannie hums, “Sure, maybe that. Look, kid,” Calypso bites her tongue, “I wanted to talk with you about asking for help. Remember how I said you won’t be asking Rita for anymore favors?”

“Yeah, yeah actually– Frannie what was that about?”

“Kid,” Calypso does not retain her inward groan, “Rita is a really good friend of mine. Me and her go way back to when we were just little ladies getting our noses dirty and toeses wet with cybersecurity. She went down the HCPD path, I went down a freelance one. 

“My point though is that me and her aren’t the same little ladies we used to be anymore. We’re little old ladies now. And us little old ladies need our rest and relaxation. When Rita starts something she doesn’t know when to take a break. She puts her whole body into it.”

“Don’t you mean mind?”

“No, body. Rita has been sacrificing her own health for the better part of three decades now trying to help her Boss. He’s a prick at best and an asshole at his worst. He’s taken her for granted a lot.” Well, maybe she should find a better Boss, goes unsaid. “Their relationship is better now, but I’m not going to let another kid like you come and drag her around the whole galaxy.”

“For fucks sake Frannie– my name is Calypso! I’m not your damn kid!” Calypso pants. The swooping feeling returns. “I’m not you’re damn kid, I haven’t been anyone’s damn kid in over ten years, so stop calling me a fucking child! If you don’t want me talking to Ms. Rita anymore fine. I get it. You don’t wanna hear about my requests to her that’s fine. I’ll cut you out of it and–”

“Calyspo Starr.” Her jaw clamps shut narrowly avoiding biting her tongue. “If you reach out to Rita after today, I will cease to help you myself. You can take your little comms and find someone else willing to help you for free. All I’m asking, Ms. Starr, is that you don’t involve Rita any further. Have I made myself clear, Ms. Starr?”

Ms. Starr, I’m sorry but there’s nothing more we can do for your mother. Your next decisions are going to shape how the end of her life are going to be. Have you got a will lined up already?

Ms. Starr, I can’t accept your solo proposal. Everyone else found partners for this project at the start of the year. Maybe you can join a group and be their editor? 

Ms. Starr, that will be a demerit for you. Let’s find you something more suitable in the lost and found. You wouldn’t want to mistaken for a ruffian, do you?

“Crystal.” Calypso ends the call before Frannie can respond. She calls back. Calypso decline the call and throws her comms across the kitchen. She watches as it skitters along the tile. 

Alone. Shit writer. Parentless. Jobless. Flying by the seat of her pants and overpriced coffee grounds. She was never cut out to be a journalist. Maybe she ought to go off and find a cold ditch to lie down in. Or a warm ditch. Whichever she stumbles across first. 

Just who is Calypso Starr? Who the hell does she think she is anyways? And what gave her the idea that any of this meant something to someone in the first place?

I choose to believe… 

Calypso takes a deep breath and starts counting back from ten. 

I choose to believe… 

As she slowly exhales, true clarity rings through her mind. Baird chose to believe. And it doesn’t matter how, his recordings made it off-planet. And if not Calypso Starr to tell his story, to transcribe every last detail she can capture, then who else? Who else does that leave? 

Calypso Starr, the rebel who didn’t wear the right uniform. The orphaned university student who scrapped by without any friends. And now, a Solar based, historical freelance journalist. Scratch that from the record: Galactic, historical freelance journalist. She’s worn half a dozen different hats over the years, but one thing has remained consistent: a Starr burns brightest before they go out. And if Baird Bell and Brahma are the undoing of her, then there’s nothing to be done about it. She’ll get to the end of the recordings and uncover the truth one or another. With or without Frannie’s help.