#oh this was fun
Trainer Greg, with his Charmeleon, Sableye, and Starmie (Babar, Kei, and Pollux).
Commission for @salmonandsoup
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I posted 138 times in 2021
101 posts created (73%)
37 posts reblogged (27%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4posts.
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MyTop Posts in 2021
#5
Hopefully the link works fist time this time…
New space AU chapter!
16 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 18:00:28 GMT
#4
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Last chapter of the brainwashing AU!
17 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 18:36:39 GMT
#3
Thinking about Sun!Gordon and Moon!Benrey
I’m proud of the coloring on this one, it let me experiment with a bunch of different brushes and overall I had a lot of fun!
19 notes • Posted 2021-01-19 18:01:45 GMT
#2
I wish you would write a fan fiction with someone being a werewolf. Maybe Feetman cause it suits him but I feel like you’d write it really good. (For the ask game, by the way)
At first, upon getting this ask, I started writing a fic that fit this request perfectly, with nothing else added to it.
And then zevsuit (not going to @ xem but but definitely check xer blog out) drew a request I asked of vampire!Gordon and I was ~inspired~
So I’m now introducing the Monster Mash AU, where Gordon is a werewolf-vampire hybrid, with the additional points of feuding family drama, Frenreylatta, found family, and A SHIT TON of world building! The first fic, posted below, was a lot of fun to write, and I hope I wrote it as well as you thought I would!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31965835
19 notes • Posted 2021-06-15 18:22:57 GMT
#1
OOOO 49 with romantic coomer and bubby :D
49. Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.
Put this under a read-more to save space! Hope you like it, Lovelace!
You can also find this on my AO3 under the same username!
Harold isn’t expecting for someone to be in his office when he gets to work that morning. He turns the corner to his office and the first thing he notices is the pattern on the ground caused by light shining through the wired glass. His guard up, Harold readjusts his grip on his suitcase so he can use the thing like a club, and heads for the door.
A scientist he doesn’t recognize sits in one of his guest chairs, examining their finger nails, and he figures they must need to see him about something. Some of the tension drains from him and he makes as much casual noise as possible opening the door, so he doesn’t startle his unexpected guest like they startled him.
The scientist shifts their gaze from their nails to Harold as he enters the room, but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge his presence in anyway as he sets his briefcase down and shrugs his own labcoat on.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting! I didn’t know anyone was waiting for me this morning.” Harold finally says, plastering his best customer service smile on and extending a hand to his guest. Their grip is barely there as they shake his hand, and they wait until he hesitantly sits down to speak.
“I don’t mind waiting, Dr. Coomer. Sometimes our profession requires a bit of patience, wouldn’t you say?” The scientist smiles, but something it seems… Fake, like they’re testing him on something, though he has no idea what.
“This job has certainly helped me practice that particular virtue, yes.” He agrees, slowly and carefully changing his genial smile into a look of confusion. “If you don’t mind my asking, what exactly have you come to see me about?”
“One of the projects in Experimental Biology, specifically one that you seem to have… Befriended, as odd as that is. B-U-88-Y, I believe, should be the identifying tag.”
“…What about xem.” Harold does his best not to seem too affected by the question, but he knows he’s failed when the scientist’s lip twitches minutely, finding amusement in his sudden worry.
“Well, since the two of you were so buddy buddy, I’ve been tasked with informing you that that project’s been disbanded.” When Harold freezes, the scientist cocks their head in confusion. “Dr. Coomer? Are you alright?”
“So, then… Then what will they do with the old project?”
“Oh. Oh, Dr. Coomer, I think you’re concerned over nothing. The project’s only been disbanded because the higher ups figured that the goal’s been accomplished. Even if I always personally thought B-U-88-Y was far from perfect, the final say was never mine.” The scientist watches as Harold sags with relief, and they blink in bemusement. “Xe even has xer own lab now, if you’d like the room designation code.”
“Please.” Harold mutters and the scientist nods, fishing a pen out of a pocket and snatching a pack of Post-Its off of Harold’s desk. “Thank you. For letting me know.”
“Well, the security sector tipped me off to how often you visited.” The scientist mumbles as they write, distracted. “Seems that that group of goons were really rooting for the two of you, much as they could with no audio on those cameras. I was cornered by some very concerned guards this morning, talking about how they felt you should be informed that the lab hosting the B-U-88-Y project was being refurbished so you didn’t walk into a completely new project and think the worst.”
“I’ll have to send them a fruit basket.” Harold chuckles and that makes the scientist snort, ripping the Post-It away from the pack and planting it on Harold’s desk.
“Yes, it seems a fair number of us were rooting for you.” They stand to leave and Harold stands as well as soon as his brain registers what they just said.
“Wait, who all do you mean by ‘us’?”
The only answer he gets is an echoing laugh as the scientist continues on down the hallway.
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As soon as he has a spare moment, Harold picks up the Post-It still clinging to his desk and heads for the room number listed on it. Bubby’s new lab is in the astronomy sector, and Harold smiles at all the star charts and pictures of other planets’ surfaces. At least Bubby’s found a group just as interested in outer space as xe is.
Speaking of the devil, Harold finally finds the room that matches the number he’s been hunting for. The door doesn’t have a window for him to look into but he can see light filtering out from under it. Harold’s quick to knock on the door, though instead of waiting for an answer, he tries the handle and find it’s unlocked.
Bubby stands in the middle of the room, obviously having been on xer way to see what the knocking was all about. Xe must be able to see the stark relief on Harold’s face, hurrying towards him.
“Harold, is every-?” He cuts xem off, closing the gap between the two of them and dragging Bubby into a crushing hug. “Harold… Can’t… Breathe.”
“Oh, sorry!” He quickly loosens his grip and Bubby wheezes for air as xe rest xer chin on his shoulder.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you…” Bubby starts once they’ve got their breath back, “…But why are you happy enough to break ribs?”
“I didn’t, did I?” Harold asks, pulling away just enough to meet Bubby’s gaze, and Bubby rolls xer eyes and smiles.
“If you did, I’d be a lot more pissy. Now, answers, please?”
“Someone… Well, I found out about your project getting disbanded before I found out about you getting transferred to a new sector and I thought the worst, because. You and I both know it had always been a possibility and-”
“And you thought they killed me or something equally fucked up.” Bubby finishes the thought with a sigh, and Harold nods. “Well, whoever informed you was a dumbass and could have phrased the news somuch better! They didn’t need to give you a heart attack! Who was it? I’ll set their ass on fire.”
“It doesn’t matter now.” Harold shrugs and smiles, and Bubby’s eyes dart over his face before xe nod.
“I guess you’re right. And! An upside to being out of that damn tube is that we can take our lunch breaks together. And it’s about that time now. So.” Xe disentangle the two of them and hook xer hand into the crook of Harold’s elbow, starting to tug him out of the room. “Let’s go! I want the best seat in the cafeteria, Harold!” He laughs at that and the two of them start hurrying down the hall.
“Very well! Onwards and upwards, my dear!”
