eleanorshellstr0p

[lostlegendaerie]

3!!!!

feat. Egoshipping for the writing meme I reblogged yesterday, and dear GOD this got away from me. Cutting it off now before it becomes a full fucking story (complete with fucking!) but maybe if enough of the Onion Jersey server likes this I'll flesh it out.

cw: alcohol, mentions of sex

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"Well, come on," and there's that smirk she saw a hundred times as a child. "Let's hear it."

Misty takes a drink of her margarita, sits up in her chair, and puts on her best 'I fight ten year olds for a living' grin.

"Honey, you've got a big storm coming."

Gary bursts into laughter; genuine delight, miles different from the mocking cackles of his youth. Misty is too surprised to retaliate for a beat. The hot flush in her cheeks is from the tequila they've been drinking, nothing else.

"What?" she demands, leaning across the table at him, aware of Janine and the Lieutenant beside her like someone is aware of the couch on the other side of the room. "Like you don't have cheesy one-liners you use during battles."

"Yeah, but that's like-- boring levels of cheese."

"Boring?!"

Misty leaps - stumbles, actually - off of her barstool, knocking it over in the process.

"That's it," and she snaps her fingers as she points at him. "Outside. Battle. Now."

Gary oozes off his own seat, grabbing the table for balance. "Did you even bring Monsters out with you?"

She did, but only the one. That's why she steps in close to the Leader slash Champion slash Professor slash Absolute Asshole and grabs him by the belt. Dark brown eyes widen, and she can feel his breath on her cheeks, see the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. For a crucial moment, she forgets what she's doing.

It's been a while since she was this close to Gary Oak. He grew into his good looks, which she refuses to admit to anyone, and he's probably her favorite of the Leaders who come to this monthly informal bar crawl across Cinnabar. Brock would be, if he came, or Erika, but it's this brilliant little thorn in her side who she comes all the way out here to see. He even has the audacity to tan instead of burn and freckle and burn again. That's probably why his eyes are searching her face so closely; trying to count all the little splotches of color on her cheeks.

Someone whistles, snapping her out of her trance. Right.

Misty yanks two Pokéballs off Gary's belt and releases him, her heart pounding and her legs weak. Reaches blindly backwards for her glass of water and takes two pulls of the Lieutenant's beer before she realizes her mistake, splutters, and finally breaks eye contact to locate her drink.

"Just fuck already," Faulkner laments.

It probably doesn't help their case that she and Gary both whip around and snap "no!" at the same time.

Misty finishes her water but she still feels dizzy-drunk, heat in the pit of her stomach and a ringing in her ears. Gary's undone a couple more buttons in his shirt, leaving it loose halfway down his ribcage like a slut, and two can play at that game. She gathers up the hem of her t-shirt, twists it, and tucks it through the collar so it hugs her bra and bares her stomach.

"Arceus," someone mutters, "I'm too old for this shit."

Gary gets up in her space again, herding her towards the exit. "Give those Balls back," he declares, "you don't even know which ones you grabbed."

"I don't need to know, I'll find out when I throw them!"

He's got her backed against the wall in the entryway, hands sliding down her arms as he tries to reclaim his Pokémon. "You have no brain for tactics, do you?" he taunts. Something clatters and rolls across the floor.

Misty spins him around and traps him against the same wall, his wrists on either side of his head. "Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard," she retorts. He lets out a choked noise.

"Are they always like this?" Bugsy asks.

"Yes," come multiple replies.

"Oh. Um."

Gary attempts to sneer at her. "That's not even the right anecdote for the situation, Storm Girl." The effect is somewhat ruined by the light dancing in his eyes. He thinks she's funny. And he should, she's hilarious, so she presses a little harder and he makes another sound.

"Fuck you," but she's smiling too, much as she hates it, and--

FFFSSSHHHHHHH!

Icy cold water blasts the pair of them, soaking them to the bone. Misty jumps backwards with a screech, and Gary curses violently. Both of them stare at Misty's Tatsugiri, who is glaring up at them with much more condemnation than should be able to fit in such a small, floppy body. Its Pokéball, painted in the lovely blue shades of a Dive Ball, sits open on the floor.

Well, shit.

"Tatsu!" it demands, and Misty wipes water off her goose-pebbled skin.

"W-We're not going to b-battle now, in soaking clothes, s-so get that idea out of your head," she chides the violence-hungry little fish, bending over to grab the Ball. Behind her, Gary makes his third strangled sound of the night and mutters something that might have been "stop it" to himself. "We're going to the C-center for towels."

"Seemed fine battling wet a minute ago," Surge hoots from across the bar, and Misty flips him off.

A flash of red light and another squeal of diminutive rage, and the Tatsugiri is withdrawn. Gary has stepped fully outside and is wringing out his shirt onto the sidewalk, so he doesn't see her when she approaches and jabs him in the side with stiff fingers.

"Fuck!" he yelps, and isn't it nice that his hair looks less stupid when it's dripping wet around his face? "What now, Red?"

"Towels. You're not flying home like that. You'll get sick." Misty jerks her head to the side, gesturing for him to follow, and starts walking.

"I'll be fine," but she can hear him follow her anyway, the wet slap of two sets of shoes walking downtown.

It's warmer outside than in the bar, even at night. Her denim shorts are starting to chafe against her skin already, but Misty doesn't let that or the occasional curious look of other people slow her down.

"You ever think we should?" asks Gary, tone light.

Misty glances at him over her shoulder. He's thrown his shirt back on like a jacket, loose and clinging, and he's not chiseled or anything but it's-- well--

"Think we should what?"

One shoulder twitches in a poor imitation of a casual shrug. "You know. Have sex."

Misty stumbles, recovers, and keeps walking with her eyes on the sidewalk ahead, lit in a hundred directions by a hundred different lights. "Nope."

"Oh, good, me neither."

The answer isn't nearly that simple.

Gary has been a part of her life for a little too long for something like a hookup to be easy; they're friends, finally, after years of bitter rivalry in defense of Ash and he's-- fun. She can pick on him and he can dig at her, a full scale assault of childish insults and slapping hands, and it fills the void her sisters left behind when they moved to Unova. She likes him. And crossing that line of intimacy and messing it up... scares her.

She's not drunk anymore. They're not even looking at each other. There's not excuse for the thought that tumbles it's way out of her mouth.

"You know, hotels would have towels, too."

"Yeah," he agrees, "yeah they would. Closer too, probably."

The hotel and the Pokémon Center are right next to each other, to be honest, and Misty still can't look at him as she turns right instead of left. But the door behind her doesn't close, caught instead by another hand, and side by side they walk into the lobby.

[lui-the-cute-snek]

They're just like traffic lights fr fr

[starjunkyard]

average hilson argument

[itachanta]

Vash the (stupid babygirl) Stampede

[twistprodigious]

RadioApple Week - Day 7: Day Out

Finally made it to the end of the week! (a few weeks late!!) thank you all for your patience, and thank you @radioappleweek for hosting the event!

[puppyeared]

obsessive

[shhroomer]

Oh, help me God, this hellboy got me coming back for more

reblogs super appreciated !!! close-ups under the cut !

[tangledinink]

swanatello

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[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 101 (103): do it for Them

[tonia-aaaaa]

Inspired by @treebark-but-its-random-objects 's posts, i went to look around my house and found (a surprising amount of) random red&green objects...

We got:

lamps

fuzzy rugs

fruits (ba-dum tss)

stripy socks

two near-identical vintage dresses

some bracelets i made ages ago (the green one even has a hand-shaped charm on it!!!!!!)

poofy-sleeved collared shirts

phones????

markers

and bottlecaps (the green one even has a red paw-print on it.... its perfect.........)

(I also found: lego flowers, laundry detergent bags and some knitted v-neck sweaters, but alas, i can only put 10 pictures in one post)

[clownswamp6]

[tire-d-artist]

Ignore my awful handwriting

[radioactive-earthshine]

NGL I have STRONG opinions about digital releases omitting the letters to the editor section of older comics. I feel like the letters are a part of comic history and should be aggressively preserved.

[elvenbeard]

POV: You’re very gay and problematic older men (affectionate) keep distracting you from the very pressing issue of figuring out how not to die from the problematic older man (derogatory) living on the experimental biochip in your head.

(I know River is not that much older than V probably but ssshhh, it counts)

Bonus:

[mothoscope]

Cringetober Prompt 1: Screenshot Redraw Felt like a good opportunity to do a redraw of a scene I've been thinking about for months!

Readmore for an unshaded alternative and the reference screenshot : )

[piosplayhouse]

Honestly the more I think about it the more I really think the sun and moon dew mushroom rlly should've been an amorphophallus instead

- extremely rare and take an immense amount of expertise and tedious care and special conditions to bloom (to the point where one blooming is an incredibly proud event for gardens and often publicized to draw visitors nationwide)

- on average take 5-7 years, sometimes even 10 for some varieties, to reach maturity

- human sized

- called the "corpse flower" (because it smells like rotting flesh)

- weird penis shape

- variety called amorphophallus yaoi