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well, after almost two weeks of this nonsense, I'm finally going to urgent care. Hopefully, they can help. Making the appointment online was impossible for me as that site wasn't accessible for the blind. In this day and information age, there is no excuse for sites not to work with access technology. -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Yes, I have two Pokemon stories going today! This one has to do with AR, not AB like the other one. I know that I'm still winging it (i.e., I'm still making the plot up as it goes along, and not a lot is planned out.), and there might be a little bit of darkness (and I promise to warn you when they come up), but I promise that there's also going to be a lot (like, tons and tons) of fluff and wholesomeness~ As far as content warnings for this chapter go, they are as follows: authoritarian and narcissistic parents (to the point of abuse), depression, and an evil and manipulative coworker. As always, viewer discretion is advised. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. And now for the story: - Prologue: Raindrops and Spells - Luanna Whipple was feeling quite down on herself after being fired from her job as a low-level clerk at the Pokeball Factory in Laverre City. It was just one day after she had been kicked out of her apartment after a massive argument with the two people who paid for her small studio, kicking in effective immediately, barely having time to save the sentimental possessions. She had walked out of her former place of employment with her pink tote bag and hot pink backpack, not even having enough money to have a car (and gas, oil, and other maintenance) of her own, walked into the rainstorm, a common weather pattern that pierced even the city where almost all of the residents built their homes into the numerous trees. Her shoulders were slumped, her uniform - a white blouse and a black knee-length skirt - was drenched, her black flats squelching on the muddy grass sidewalk, and her mind was scarcely believing that her luck was really that bad. It wasn’t her fault, honestly! She had snapped at a bitch of a coworker (fuck Phyllis Joffre, for serious; she was an awful person, constantly taunting the younger clerk behind her back and being cruel after feigning kindness and getting all the info from the younger clerk that she needed to be hurtful), and all Luanna said were a bunch of curses. She even didn’t threaten Phyllis or anything like that; just called her a bunch of the names that she had more than earned, and it was after she went far too personal with her catty comments. My parents, Luanna thought bitterly as she walked through the rain to her destination, her curly, mousy-brown hair soaked in the downpour. Her parents, one of the massive problems in the twenty-nine-year-old woman’s life. They were almost - sadly, it was only almost - completely estranged, her mom and dad being extremely authoritarian and narcissistic, seeing her as an extension of themselves and nothing more, showing extreme disappointment at her choice of friends, raising her with fear and no warmth, having constricting rules, and awful punishments…including the metal end of a belt, if she was really bad when they deemed it. They were the ones who started the massive argument at her apartment, who nixed the agreement the apartment had with her, which caused her to be kicked out…and Phyllis had brought up that her parents saw her as a disappointment at best and a burden at worst. And they took a lot of the furniture from my apartment that I’m not getting back. Tears fell from Luanne’s chestnut brown eyes. She had nothing, really. Nothing except her lifelong friend, the only reason why she hadn’t just…ended it all. Desi…gods, I’m lucky to have her. While her parents had taken all of the furniture, Desdemona Gleason managed to salvage all of her clothes (including the prom dress Luanna could still fit in; having not grown past 5'3" with B-cup breasts), the eight plush Pokemon (all of the eight evolutions of Eevee: Sylveon, Umbreon, Espeon, Leafeon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Flareon; apparently, they had all come as part of a $400 package deal from Arceusazon) that Desi had given her as a present for one of the birthdays in her twenties after finding out that her parents never allowed her to purchase even one, had not even given her a single plush Pokemon when she was born. She managed to save the pillows, the blankets, the radio clock (that Luanna owned instead of a television), the mini fridge and the compact freezer, the food in both of them, and the countertop microwave. Desi even managed to scrounge up the heal balls that Luanna had bought with her own money. She had always wanted to fill those balls with Pokemon, wanted to be a good trainer like Desi - and maybe even Desi’s sister, Fiona - and travel, maybe, but she was too…well, not exactly poor, but was too strapped for cash to afford a Pokemon’s needs, and she was technically too old and inexperienced to really make any money as a trainer; most trainers started out at age ten and had their own Pokemon at an even younger age. I just wish I was a bit younger and wealthier, enough to make it as a trainer, maybe. Then I wouldn’t be stuck as a fired clerk… She got her Holocaster XY7 out, an older model of the holographic texting device, and called Desi. The hex maniac’s voice came on immediately along with her holographic appearance: pale skin, long, unkempt black hair, wide purple eyes, and a long black gothic dress. “Hey, Lulu,” Desdemona purred in a lazily seductive tone; Luanna knew that Desi preferred the company of women, to say it lightly. She was the only one Luanna allowed to use that nickname. Then her best friend asked, her voice serious, “You okay?” “Just got fired,” Luanna said, her voice depressed. “Oh, gods, girl…” Desdemona’s tone became empathic, her hand clapped to her mouth and her eyes growing a little wider. It wasn’t manufactured sympathy; Luanna knew that Desi had been fired from her fair number of jobs while being a trainer and working separate jobs, just for her appearance and “lifestyle”, so she really did understand. “You going to crash at my place?” “Sure. I don’t know what the hell I’m going to d-” She then let out a gasp of shock; some fancy car had splashed her with a giant rain puddle on the road, getting all of her body. Then she heard Phyllis’s snobby voice coming from the driver’s seat, turned to see the drop-dead gorgeous woman stop her car, with her permed blonde hair and cruel sky-blue eyes protected from the rain. “Sorry about that, Lulu,” she mockingly cooed, before turning up the window and driving off before the younger woman could do anything. “Fuck you!” Luanna screamed in rage, flipping off the car, knowing her makeup was long since ruined and running down her face and that her clothes were utterly drenched with the downpour of rain and now the puddle splashed on her. She just hoped that the items in her purse and backpack were safe. Thankfully, Holocasters were as durable as items came. “Hey, what-” Desi began in confusion, her eyes narrowed, before Luanna cut her off and said, “No, not you, Desi. Just…that fucking coworker, well, ex-coworker…” “Phyllis again?” her friend growled, her eyes now narrowed to slits of anger. The two had met once, and Desi had absolutely loathed her ever since. Luanna didn’t know what Phyllis had said or done, but it apparently wasn’t pretty. “I swear, I have no idea why that bitch hasn’t been fired for her shit…” “She’s sleeping with the founder, that’s why,” Luanna said bluntly. It wasn’t a secret that Phyllis had a relationship, maybe more, with the elderly company head because she was attractive. “Still, after the shit she pulled with you and me…” “It’s fine. I’m never going to see her again.” Luanna hoped she would never see Phyllis’s bitch ass ever again, but given how her luck was going, it seemed quite likely that she’d see Phyllis every day for the rest of her life. “Hang on, where are you?” Desi asked, her tone concerned. “It’s storming, and-” “I’m not far from your house. Just a couple more blocks.” A lie: she was about ten blocks from Desi’s single-story house. “Okay. You sure you don’t need me to pick you up?” “I’ll be fine.” “All right. I’ll see you when you get here. I’ll get some shit prepared.” “You don’t have to cook anything yet. I’ve got my lunch, haven’t gotten the chance to eat it yet.” “Nah, it’s…something else.” Luanna sighed. “Another spell?” she asked in annoyance. She didn’t really care for or about spells and magic. They weren't useful in the real world, so why bother? “Seriously, you might wanna check it out!” Desi’s voice was an excited chirp. “I think I’ve got a handle on a good one.” Luanna sighed. “Fine. I’m not getting involved, though. See you when I get there. Bye.” She hung up the Holocaster, seeing the hologram of Desi fade, hoping to the gods that this spell wasn’t going to involve her. Of course, she knew, even then: she was absolutely going to be involved. - Here's the Pokemon things that you may not know: Holocaster: An item used by people in Kalos to communicate with others, whether it's one, two, or pretty much everyone in the region. Pokeball Factory: A factory where pokeballs are made, based out of Laverre City. Hex Maniac: Pokemon trainer class, notable for their magical prowess, mystical sayings, and overall creepiness. As a note, Desdemona is a lot less creepy than most of them; still a bit odd, though. Anyway! Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter~ -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Yes, I have two Pokemon stories going today! This one has to do with AB, not AR like the other one. I don't know how far it's going to go (i.e., I'm still making the plot up as it goes along), and there might be a little bit of darkness (and I suppose maybe saving the Pokemon world? Don't worry; I'll warn you when the dark parts come up) but I promise that there's also going to be a lot of surprising wholesomeness for this story, even if there is humiliation when it goes public~ As content warnings: implied highly neglectful parents, being a closeted adult baby, and stress and anxiety resulting from that. As always, viewer discretion is advised. About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. And now for the story: - Prologue: Stress Relief - Jade Bloodstone, a trainer from Pastoria City, Sinnoh, was readying her camp, waiting until her six Pokemon were asleep and in their balls before she could make her move. Her Pokemon were all female (with one in the lone normally masculine case being openly transfem) Hisuian Pokemon of some type, and having grown up with the Hisuian legends, she had made sure to find as many as she could and evolve them to their fullest forms to battle. Jade was actually quite attractive: she had pale olive skin, waist-length wavy caramel brown hair, hazel eyes that flickered with gold, a big bust for her size (around C-cup when she was 5’2”; never ask a lady her weight). She had won the prize for looks…but that bitch, Sorrel Curry won an even bigger lottery in every way: her rival was 5’5” and in shape, with tanned skin from life at Pacifidlog Town in Hoenn, voluminous honey brown hair falling to her hips, blue-and-silvery-gray eyes which changed colors in the light, and much larger breasts (D-cup), all of which made Jade immensely envious, even though she knew she was attractive, too. She was also a talented trainer, saying she was good would be modest, even though she downplayed it. She knew she was better than just “good”; she had won the Galarian interregional tournament with a flair for Dynamaxing, and had finished in the top sixteen in last year’s minor extraregional tournament, along with her bitterest rival. That bitch was also currently competing in the Team Star tournament in Paldea, a main stop before the Paldean interregional championship: necessary for a spot in Worlds, the biggest tournament only happening every three years in the Pokemon world, pitting the best against the very best. While Sorrel relied on Mega-evolution (and tournaments were a little different than most normally thought: multiple Mega-evos were allowed if the person had more than one), Jade used Terastallization as the key to her victory (again, also very much legal to use on more than one Pokemon in a tournament, and she had the advanced Tera Orb to do so). Both of them had their share of wins and losses in their battles, and their trash talk against each other - more Sorrel than Jade - spurred a massive mutual grudge. Jade was currently in Tagtree Thicket, having visited the Navi Base competition area for the Star Championship (where challengers had to beat all five Team Star bases - from the Star grunts to the head of the base - to even enter that regional tournament) and won her fourth Star token. She and her Pokemon had fought hard against Atticus to prove themselves. It was tough with the Navi Base head’s poison-typed Pokemon having various attacks and shenanigans having to do with poisoning her Pokemon and taking advantage of it, but she had prevailed and was now one token away - with the fighting type specialist, Eri, and her Caph Base token the last one left - from being able to enter the tournament. But all of it was stressful. And of course, there was that little thing… She blushed before her mind figured that she could have a fair bit of time and space to destress herself; they were all the way in the middle of nowhere in Tagtree Thicket, a thick forested place, with even the wild Pokemon staying away because of her max repels, being able to set up a camp with the help of her Pokemon. Her Pokemon. She wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. The first was Garnet, the Hisuian Arcanine, a majestic and aloof, albeit mischievous dog-like Pokemon with a dark-gray spiked obsidian armor around her red fur with three of those obsidian pieces forming one large spike in the middle with two smaller points on the sides, her fiery red eyes lighting up like an inferno at the thought of dinner and dessert after the work. The fire/rock Pokemon was helping to dig - and eventually light - a firepit that would give them warmth and safety to the point where it wouldn’t spread. The second was Opal the Hisuian Braviary, a humble, if excitable, large eagle-like Pokemon capable of carrying a person. She was supposed to be male, as almost all Braviary were, but her gender identity was purely girl, and she was on estrogen (as estrogen and testosterone - in the cases of proven trans/enby Pokemon - were some of the only medicines that weren't banned by the league). She had a black underside with white wings, head feathers (with the exception of two light-purple protrusions above her black-and-green eyes that resembled aviator goggles), and her jet-like tail feathers. The psychic/flying Pokemon was currently using her psychic abilities to help put the tent up. The third was Peridot the Sneasler, a resolute type and determined to make things in her way go right. The weasel-like Pokemon’s dark-gray fur, the purple fur splattered on her face and on her mouth, and her lone black and red head feather were ruffled with the breeze, her somewhat cat-like face and red eyes full of concentration as the poison/fighting Pokemon carried a bunch of branches in her long arms and claws for the fire. The fourth was Topaz the Overqwil, a happy-go-lucky type with a surprisingly positive and insightful look on life. She looked like a pufferfish with lots of spikes that were color-coded to the part of her body halves they were on: black and purple on top, light yellow on her bottom with surprisingly cheerful yellow eyes. She was using her spinning body to clear the brush from the ground, surprisingly remaining upright; she had a mix between gills and lungs like any water Pokemon. It was a bit stunning for a fish Pokemon to be that confident outside of water, but not so much for a dark/poison fish. The fifth was Turquoise the Hisuian Zoroark, a shy and reserved, yet surprisingly calm and cool-headed personality. The foxlike Pokemon had light-gray fur, unlike the Unovan Zoroark’s black fur, a long white mane, all accented with the occasional light red, her eyes pure yellow in their sclera with the faintest trace of red pupils. The ghost/normal Pokemon was using her ghostly powers to nail the tent to the ground. Finally, there was Amethyst the Hisuian Ursaluna, a brave and nurturing bear-like Pokemon who never hesitated to make and own her decisions, good or bad. She had mostly dark-brown fur around her body with gray on her humped back, paws, and round tail and nine rectangular brown spikes on her face. The yellow full-moon pattern on her head and the yellow around her snout and mouth were caked with dirt, her gray-green eyes blinking as the ground/normal Pokemon was lifting large stones for the fire pit using her rare bipedal stance to carry the rocks. And Jade was in the midst of them, setting up the tent, carrying branches, her black T-shirt and tan capris drenched with sweat as she worked as she set the positive, caring example, as she had since her Pokemon were very young. With every muscle ache, she thought about the Pokemon she leveled up to evolution (Turquoise, Topaz, and Opal, the latter of whom took the longest) and the ones where she bought the rare evolutionary items (a fire stone for Garnet, a razor claw for Peridot, and a very rare peat block for Amethyst) to get them all to their final stages, working hard for specific Tera shards (selling the ones she didn’t need) to make their Tera types exactly right. She gave them legal items (like Opal's estrogen; not X-items, medical wings, or vitamins, all of which were all considered cheating in every professional Pokemon tournament, no matter the type) to hold in battle, she always had their favorite foods and berries, even let them free-roam outside of their pokeballs - even though, technically, they were kept in dusk balls - indoors and outdoors, wherever it was even remotely legal to have them out. Did she spoil her Pokemon? Probably. Was it expensive? Damn right it was. But for them? They were worth the world and anything and everything she did for them. But she had a secret that she wasn’t going to reveal to anyone. Not even them. “Hey, Jade?” She heard Amethyst’s concerned voice with the cybernetic ear implant from Paldea that she purchased a very long time ago, the Ursaluna’s mama bear personality coming to the forefront. “Are you okay?” “What?” It took all of her self-control not to flinch at the innocuous question. “You seem a bit…distracted,” Amethyst continued. “Yeah, no offense, Jade, but you do seem a bit…distant?” Peridot offered. “I’m fine, guys,” Jade answered. “You sure, Jade?” Topaz pressed. “Yeah, let’s just get the fire going, tent up, cook our meals, and get some shuteye.” You’re just lying to them. You’re not getting shuteye any time soon. Jade shook her head to clear the thought. She had hidden her secret from everyone thus far: her emotionally distant (pretty much to the point of absolutely neglectful) parents, the trainers she fought who wanted to be her friend, the ones who were rivals (especially Sorrel, that bitch), even her beloved Pokemon. Because they’d all either mock her, shame her, be disgusted or all of the above if they knew. The fire was set, the meals were cooked, and all of them ate in relative silence, making small talk at the most. For Jade, she had a ground beef - for regular animals existed in this world for food; the thought of humans eating sentient beings like Pokemon was despicable, even though some assholes still tried to practice it - foil pack with potatoes, carrots, and onions, along with a s’more for dessert. Her Pokemon had various protein-based meals, as all of them were carnivores, even though there was the occasional vegetable she mixed in with them and various berry concoctions for their desserts. After the group of seven had finished their meals, they killed the fire, so that there was no potential of it spreading in the forest. Besides, her Pokemon were supposed to be in their balls, and they were comfortable enough to sleep in. “Okay, time for shuteye,” Jade said with a yawn. “Time to return, everyone.” All of her Pokemon agreed…albeit with concerned tones. But she could deal with their concerns later. After her stress-relief. After her much needed and necessary stress relief. They returned to their dusk balls, their spherical homes. Jade looked around, and when she was certain nobody was watching, she took out a bag that she hadn’t shown anyone. It was hidden in the Cloud, the ethereal force that housed and allowed all of the Pokemon not in the six-party limit to converse and meet with the main party…but it could also be used for almost every item mankind could create. The good thing about the Cloud was that it wasn’t picky with the items it stored, didn’t cast judgment or express scorn with hers; it just…existed. Thank Arceus it does. I’d never have been able to hide for so long without it. Jade walked with the bag into the quietest place in the forest and used two max repels before she undressed herself. She didn’t count on her Pokemon doing the one thing she expressly forbade them to do. - Okay, there's a lot of Pokemon terms I'll have to cover that weren't in the story (otherwise, it would be far too cluttered). Here they are: Mega Evolution: Evolving certain Pokemon to another, more powerful "evolution" that only takes place in battle, gives them new abilities and increases - and occasionally lowers - stats, lasts until the Pokemon is knocked out, takes place in the sixth and third regions (but I'm saying it can happen anywhere). Terastallization: Changing a specific Pokemon's type to a single type (for defensive bonuses, or to get more power from the new/old type, lasts until the Pokemon is knocked out, only used in the ninth region (although I'm hand-waving it by saying this can be used anywhere). Dynamax: Turning Pokemon kaiju-sized with a power source and a band with that power source, lasts only three turns, only used in the eighth region (and I'm not going to move it elsewhere except extraregional and worldwide tournaments because it needs certain power spots to work). Team Star: Designated "evil" (but not really evil, honestly) gang of Scarlet/Violet; doing this after they go straight, stop being school delinquents, and use their five bases to help train the Pokemon of fellow trainers. Aside from all of the Pokemon stuff, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter~
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