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It's June 1. It's time.
Go be gay.
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((*sigh* I wanna come back here so bad. But I’m thinking really hard about rebooting both my Blackmore girls, since the things they’ve been up to are sort of... by the wayside now. Both their significant others aren’t active anymore, and their kiddos aren’t particular active. I really like the kids, to be honest, but I don’t really want them attached to these characters anymore. I dunno, been a lot on my mind since my last mun post.
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aresite:
“Sorry! He’s not challenging you, I swear! He’s just friendly!“ He had the feeling he was going to be repeating that a lot until he had a Pokemon he could battle with. It’s not that Ba’ul was weak, Ares just knew that he was a lover and not a fighter.
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It’d only been a few weeks since Kaira and Barnaby had escaped to the region of Galar. What luck it’d been that they’d fly in on a Charizard, a Pokemon well-accepted and loved in the area. Dante’s impressive size and strength made it easy to pick up quick paying jobs around the place. Which was what he and his trainer were out doing today, helping to clear a field that had become overgrown with jagged weeds that tore up Bike tires.
The excited sound of a Pokemon approaching spooked Kaira at first, but as she turned to see the Absol, she relaxed. Sometimes it was hard to remember that not every Trainer was a Rocket associate out to try and steal them back.
“It’s fine,” she giggled, kneeling down to greet the Pokemon, “But you should both watch your steps, the vines and weeds out here are sharp. They’ll get caught up in this pretty fur of yours.”
A moment later, Dante appeared, the shiny Charizard circling high above before slowly swooping in and landing. He was carrying a small handful of thick, but not unreasonably large, dry sticks. He looked the Trainer and his Pokemon over, also relaxing as Kaira held her hand out for the Absol to sniff.
“My name’s Kaira and this is my partner, Dante.”
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“… I’ve heard this place is good from my Little Jewel.” he pointed at the Orange Julius place.
“But mostly I eat meat…. Pick whatever you would like.”
Pixie found that quite endearing, that such a large man would have a daughter that he took care off. And the compliment wasn’t lost on her either. If they had been somewhere safer, she might have let her tails show so they could wag.
“That’s sweet that you look after your daughter so well,” she said, nudging with her shoulder for him to approach the Orange Julius stall. She could already see the volunteers looking at them nervously, and offered a smile to try and ease them a bit, “Little Jewel is such a cute little nickname for her, too. I bet she’s beautiful.”
“I actually really like Orange Julius myself,” she continued, patting his arm gently and taking a moment to admire the thick, strong muscle under her palm, “Let’s get a pair of drinks and then maybe a bunch of meat and veggies on stick. Oh, wait, the word for that is ‘kabob’, I think. A bunch of kabobs.”
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“This way.” he rumbled softly, took a step, and then paused. Thinking about something. What did that Kas do with his Jewel? Oh yes. He looked at Pixie and held out his big burly, talon-ed hand to her. They had to keep up appearances right?
Oh? What’s this? An offered hand? Oddly, Pixie hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took the large man’s hand. Her was completely engulfed in his and she was delighted by that. And the claws? Excellent.
“I have to say, I really appreciate you sticking with me,” she said, bouncing along as they walked towards the food stalls. The smells were absolutely enthralling and she just wanted to try everything. Wide gold eyes looked around, trying to take in all the sights and attempt to pick out what all she wanted to try, “Oh wow, what a selection. Does anything look good to you, big guy?”
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Other Pokemon! She would love to meet them, and her excitement must show in her face.
Lydia was more than eager to help Tatiana figure out how to hold the Sandshrew. Back paws tucked in, tail out so he could easily wag it (which he hadn’t stopped doing since he was picked up), front paws braced against her shoulders. Soft brown eyes looked up so sweetly at Tatiana, chittering as he was held.
“There we go,” she said, with a smile, “You two get to know each other better and I’ll be right back.”
She took Tatiana’s bags and went down the hall. Before too long, a handful of other Pokemon began to approach, among them a Pichu, an Eevee, a Phanpy, just to name a few. They were all bandaged or seemed off in some way, but were all very curious about the new girl in the house.
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Cute.
“Okay, how about just frustrated,” Lily asked, “I know you know that one. Just imagine that Celia is here and is just being absolutely her most belligerent.”
That one… was waaaaay easier. All he had to do was recall Celia’s behavior that morning for the facial expression to settle in; knitted, twitching brows, a grimace, and deadpan eyes that seemed done with everyone’s bs.
“is this good enough?”
Lily let out a pleased chuckle, moving back behind her camera. Women were going to absolutely eat up this set, no doubt about that.
“That’s perfect,” she said, chuckled, “Now just hold that and we’ll be done soon enough.”
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Just a God and a Witch, alone together in this vast universe.
This could take time to get used to again. Physical touch. Lydia was the first to try, after her many years of self-imposed solitude. Her hands were warm, she thought. Very warm, so unlike the cold ones of the witch. Her grip tightened slightly, unwilling to let her friend go. Not another one. Never again.
“I ask you then, my one and only Goddess: Please, walk with me in this world in a search for joy. Never leave my side, and protect my heart with all that you have.
In return, I will remain with you for all my life. I will protect your heart with everything that I have, as if it were mine.”
That’s gay.
“Nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life with you,” Lydia said. She pulled Tanya close, into a hug that pinned their arms between their bodies, “I will never let you be sad again, and I will never leave your side, not ever.”
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To say Esaias felt awkward was an understatement. If anything, he was a coward, and not the type to get openly angry.
“It’s hard to think of something that’d make me that angry…” he grumbled. He was able to get into the pose easy enough, but even with Erebus very eagerly showing him how it was done with his own damn face he wasn’t quite able to get it to not look a little forced.
Cute.
“Okay, how about just frustrated,” Lily asked, “I know you know that one. Just imagine that Celia is here and is just being absolutely her most belligerent.”
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Tamera was more than happy to play with th Pokémon and stay out of the way. She would have offered to help, but Raios was right that she tended to make cleaning up most things into a bigger job than it was. She was cuddling happily with one of the Dunsparce when Raios came back over, two of the tote bags slung over his shoulder.
“Alright, we’re good to go,” he said, handing her a single tote bag- the one with the stuffed Absol. They walked over to the Sawsbuck who Tamera was already eager to praise and pet.
Both Odin and Morrigan were happy to kneel down and greet Tamera.
“Happy birthday, my dear,” Morrigan said, giving the girl a pat on the head, “You got quite a little haul of presents, didn’t you?”
“Alright, Morrigan,” Lydia spoke up, “You and Odin help Tamera and Mr. Raios take all these presents back to their home and then Teleport back to me. All of you be safe, okay?”
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“If someone can hurt their Pokemon, I don’t think they should be Trainers at all,” she said, a frown marring her face. The idea of someone harming Artie or Mao, or any of the Pokemon of her forest would make her so mad. Hurting them with her own hands was never a thought that crossed her mind. She could not wish ill on her friends. “Your parents are inspiring, to care for these Pokemon.”
Oh! A squeaky boy!! She was unsure of what Pokemon he was, but he was really cute. Strong, too, to have endured isolation and injury for a few days without assistance. Tatiana knelt on the ground beside Lydia, and with only some hesitation, began to pet him. She wondered if this was how sand felt like— coarse and warm. “I’m glad you’re doing better now, Mister Sweet Bean.”
“I agree,” Lydia said. The Sandshrew was eager for pets, nuzzling into the girls’ hands. He trilled sweetly as Lydia picked him up and held him out to Tatiana, “Here, would you like to hold him while I go take your stuff to the room?”
“I bet the other Pokemon will come over and greet you before too long.”
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The extra title to Lydia’s home made her turn away from the view, though. “Rescue Center?”
She knew what the words meant, separately, but what did her friend mean by that?
“Yup, my parents run a Rescue Center out of our house,” she explained. Morrigan opened the door to let the girls in. The house was spacious, a few Pokemon wandering and napping inside, “We take in Pokemon who were abused by the Trainers or that were saved from disasters, and help rehabilitate them so they can either be released back into the wild or be adopted by someone who will take better care of them.”
A Sandshrew approached them then, a wrap of bandages around his small body. Lydia smiled and knelt down to greet the little Pokemon, “Like this guy, he’d somehow gotten separated from his family and was hit by a car while wandering the road. A Ranger found him a few days later, barely holding on, but he’s doing so much better now, aren’t you, sweet bean?”
The Sandshrew squeaked, looking up at both ladies, eager for pets.