Spheal

Yippee!!!!

got her in under three boxes!!!

why is she like, actually pretty cool, actually, i think :3

found her while watching Kwite

no idea what to name, ideas would be appreciated!!! :3

Want a free shiny? (It’s real I swear, on Arceus)

been doing some Tera raids, getting some cool shinies, and I actually got a dupe. I know have two shiny Metangs. I might use one of them in the futures, if not for a play through, maybe for battles, but their sibling is kinda just gonna rot in the box. So if anyone wants a free shiny Metang, soon to be Metagross, hit me up! I got a ton of shines from old games I restarted, like a few from my first Legends Arceus play through, that I’d love to give to a new loving trainer! None of the Pokemon given will be stat trained whatsoever, don’t expect good stats or to be EV trained. As of now, I have a Hisuian shiny Braviary, Infernape, Kleavor, Ursaluna, Hisuian Goodra, Hisuian Avulaug, and Hisuian Electrode & Zorarok. Most of which have some pretty cringey names, sorry, I don’t think I could change them now. Only contact if you plan to use these Pokemon, some of these I care a lot about, which is why I don’t want them to rot in the PC. Thanks in advance! :3

THE AMYCULE: prologue

I’ve been so into the Amycule recently, half because I think it’s really cute, and also half because I find the premise of Amy pulling all these bad bitches by being a sweetie pie to be incredible. Please enjoy this slop I’ve worked on over the last three nights, only after at least 9:00 pm.

Shadow

The clock strikes half-past nine. The moon is high in the sky, night had fallen over the city hours ago. The bright lights emanate from skyscrapers, illuminating the darkness. Gray clouds sag overhead, droplets of rain fall over the metropolis. The tallest of towers nearly reach said clouds, and shine like stars in an otherwise dark abyss. In the tallest tower, on the top floor, there is an apartment. A penthouse suite. It’s a luxurious space, full of the comfiest and most lavish amenities money can buy in this city. It’d cost a fortune to live there. But, for the greatest gem thief in the world, it barely put a dent in her finances. 

The room was quiet, with the exception of the juicy drama being spouted from the large flatscreen television and the pattering of rain against the windows. In the master bedroom, sprawled out linen draped mattress, cloaked in her scarlet silk bathrobe, Rouge the Bat, the world’s most notorious thief of priceless gems and precious stones, was relaxing, watching cheesy romance dramas and eating Rocky Road ice cream. A perfect night.

“Oh Ronaldo, you deserve so much better than him…”

Before she could dap the tears from her eyes that she got from the emotional rollercoaster “My Lover is a Hot Evil Demon Spirt from Another World?!?”, just took her on, a buzz rang throughout the house. Someone was buzzing her apartment. Who could be out bothering her at a time like this? Well, quite honestly, it could be any number of people. It was either one of Sonic’s little friends, or the police had finally caught up to her, and as troublesome the blue hedgehog could be, she’d rather deal with any of them. She begrudgingly got up out of bed and walked to the buzzer. 

R: “Who is this?”, she asked over the intercom, trying not to show how bothered she was.

?: “It’s me, let me in.”

She immediately perked up once she heard the voice. It was him. The Ultimate Life-Form. She felt her wit return, and she unlocked the building door.

Minutes passed, before the sound of the elevator arriving rings, and the sliding doors open. Dripping from head to toe, the rain water sliding down his quills, Shadow the Hedgehog enters the suite, naturally caring a brooding aura that surrounded his entire being. Before he could even take a second step-

R: “Ah ah ah~…”

Rouge pipped up from the kitchen island, still wearing her beautiful robe.

She tosses the soggy hedgehog a towel.

“Dry off first. No offense, but I like keeping my home clean~.”

Shadow grumbled to himself as he patted the cloth on his body and dried his shoes on the “Welcome” mat Rouge left specifically for him and Omega. Once he deemed himself dry enough, he threw the towel over his shoulder and joined Rouge at the table. As he sat on the opposite side of the island to her, she would glare at him with a knowing grin, waiting for him to say something. Shadow seemed more interested in staring at the quartz countertop, it was a lost cause, but it was worth it.

R: “Soooo… how was the date~?”

S: “…”

Shadow grunted to himself. This meant one of three things:

Either the date went terribly wrong, the date went fine, or the date went better than he could’ve imagined. 

R: “Shadow, you and I both know I’m not as fluent in grumbling as you~…”

She looked at the grim hedgehog with slight smirk. Shadow scrunched his face, before speaking.

S: “It-… it went fine…”

So it was the third one. If it went badly or was plain mediocre, Shadow wouldn’t had been afraid to be so blunt about his feelings.

R: “Just fine? Cmon Shadow, you can’t give me just that, I need to know everything!”

Shadow grumbled to himself again, a small patch of red forming on his cheeks, before looking to Rouge.

S: “What is there to say? We had an enjoyable afternoon.”

R: “Don’t be like that Shadow. Cmon, I just got to know…”

Rouge looked at Shadow with big sad eyes, before shadow finally relented to make Rouge stop with the faces.

S: “What do you want to know…?”

Rouge wondered where to start.

R: “Hmm… well, how was Amy? Where did you go? What happened? Was Surge or Blaze or Metal there? Maybe all of them? How are they? Did you give them those flowers we got? How was-?”

Rouge would ask a few more questions before stopping when Shadow cuts her off. She couldn’t help but notice how his cheeks were just the slightest bit burgundy. He was so adorable!

S: “Rouge!”

R: “Hehe, sorry…”

Shadow crossed his arms around his chest and turned away from his avian friend, looking down at the floor.

S: “… Amy seems to be well. She’s been occupying herself with her new relationship and it seems to be going alright…. We had dinner at her house, she made spaghetti, and Strawberry shortcake for dessert. It was… good, but she definitely could’ve spent a bit more time on the noodles… they were a bit burnt… but fine nonetheless…”

Rouge listened carefully, looking at her ally with a tired grin.

S: “Surge and Metal were there… Blaze apparently had business to attend to in her own dimension. They looked well… Surge seemed to be adapting to all this just fine-, I don’t think I’ve seen her so happy. I honestly didn’t believe she would survive domestic life. Metal seemed to be fine too. Well, I think at least. They certainly looked happy.”

R: “That’s good for them! I’m not sure how I felt when Amy announced they were all a thing, but I’m happy it’s working out okay for all of them!”

Shadow glared at the table again. He seemed a tad anxious about something.

R: “… so… how do you feel about it? Are you gonna join Amy’s harem~?”

S: “It’s not a “harem”, I believe the correct term is, “polyamorous relationship”. There’s a difference Rouge”

R: “Aha, I know the difference Shadow…”

Rouge looked at Shadow, waiting for his response.

S: “… I don’t know… don’t get me wrong, Amy is wonderful, so is Surge, and Blaze, and Metal-, surprisingly… but… I’m not sure how I feel about-… all this…”

R: “Hm… why do you feel that way?”

S: “I don’t know… I-… a part of me wants to… but-…”

Rouge could see Shadow has been struggling with this, she knows how he is when it comes to emotional intimacy, especially the level of openness required for a relationship. 

S: “… I need more time to think.”

R: “Of course. This is a just starting out, take all the time you need, Shadow…”

They would sit in silence for a minute or so, embracing the quiet. Rouge could see Shadow was truly thinking hard about this. 

R: “Whatever it is you choose, I’ll always be here…”

Shadow don’t answer, not even a grumble. He got up and began walking to his room.

R: “Bedtime already?”

Shadow grunted quietly.

R: “Goodnight Shadow…”

S: “… goodnight.”

Shadow disappeared into his bedroom, and silence fell over the living space once more.

oopsy

did not know mesuda method was in gen 9. Just traded for a Japanese ditto. Gonna spend another bajillion hours to farm eggs :’(

no shiny btw. Not yet.

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Well fucks? Get to it!

I think Mesuda method hunting is my new favorite kind of hunting, and I’m not sure why. Going for shiny Jangmo-o. Mesuda is kinda the only way I can get it, don’t have the dlc (didn’t I say that already?)

wish me luck! :3 never got jangmo-o before, despite being a gen-7 baby, really exited to get one! (0w0)

question?

Sooooooooo

I have a shiny Balie form Oricorio. His tera type is flying. If I were to give him tera fire, would Revelation dance get boosted attack? Because the attack itself says it’s normal typing, but because he’s in Balie form, that’s means Revelation Dance is fire type move now. But would it get a boost from fire tera? pls help :3

tldr

would Balie form Oricorio’s Revelation Dance get boost from fire type tera?

Girl and the killer robots she pulled by being cutesy

*nom*

*steals*

When in doubt

Do a poly

I just sorta felt like it was a fun thing to consider. Makes sense in my mind that Metal would experience some sort of identity crisis once they are free. Idk, but I’d love to expand on it more.

{Metal Sonic}_404

Context:

Metal is no longer with Eggman, and now knows they aren’t Sonic.

A sense of being. A sense of person. Most everyone has one. The knowledge of who they are as a living creature. Of what they are. Of who they want to be.

It’s often something that forms over the course of someone’s lifetime. Molded by one’s experiences, their trials and tribulations. Some are told what they are the second they are born. The second they are made. Told by one they saw above all what they were, who they were, how to feel, how to live their life. All to suddenly find out it was all a lie. All of it. An entire life, a lie. Not even the life of one’s own. Born from a bitter man’s manic desire to rule. A man they once cared so deeply for. Their father…

A liar.

Who am i?

Who manipulated them. For his own selfish interest.

Who am I…?

Did he ever care? How could he? How could he…?

Who am I……?

How could he… …?

Who am I………?

HOW COULDE HE?!?!-

???: “Metal…?”

…

They were spiraling in thought again. This has been happening more and more recently, they’ve tried their best not to fall into deep thought around Amy or Blaze, but they slip sometimes. As evident here.

A: “Metal, are you okay?”

They quickly scanned the room, trying to recall what was going on. They were in the living room, the clock read 4:24. They were sitting on a plush pink sofa, and Amy was telling them about… something. Something about shopping? Did she go shopping without them? Did she go to their favorite mall without them? Is she leaving them out on purpose? Is she-

A: “Metal!”

They blinked, before nodding.

A: “Metal, are you okay? You seem distracted… is something going on?”

As if on instinct, they shook their head. This wasn’t her burden. It’ll probably go away anyways. It’s merely a stray thought. No need to think about it to hard. Amy looked at them strangely, as if she was trying to see through their emotionless expression.

A: “… is something on your mind?”

They remained still. Should they tell her? It couldn’t hurt… could it? Would she see them differently? Would she still like them? What if these feelings aren’t true? They aren’t true. It’s must be a glitch or… something. It’s not real. The shook their head once again.

A: “Are you sure…”

She took their hand.

A: “I’m here for you Metal…”

… why did she have to make this so difficult? Why was she blessed with the ability to read them so easily? They began to heat up(panic), they felt backed in to a corner. They were scared. Would she accept them? Would she acknowledge them? What if she hates them? What if they make this complicated? It would be so much easier to ignore it and keep things how they are. Why would he- they… their cpu began running faster, as they began getting lost in fearful thought again, until-

A: “Hey!-“

They were quickly grabbed and pulled into a familiar comfort. Amy had pulled them in, gently embracing the worried robot in her arms. Metal remained still, their servos locked in position, but allowing their head to fall onto her shoulder.

A: “… is it that serious?”

She took his hand and placed it in her arm.

A: “Tap once for no, tap twice for yes..”

… they tapped her arm twice.

A: “Is something happening? Are you hurt? Do you need help with something?”

… is it worth it…?

They tapped twice.

A: “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Since they’ve been with Amy and Blaze, they were able to have a decent voice box installed, thanks to Tails. They weren’t unable to speak. They just preferred not to.

A: “… can you write it?”

Were they really about to do this? Without thinking, they tapped twice once more.

A: “Okay, I’ll go get a pencil and paper, I’ll be right back…”

She squeezed them softly before letting them go and leaving to a different room. It didn’t feel good. But she had to. What would they even write? How could they begin to explain, when they weren’t fully sure how they felt? How to explain what they felt. 

She came back a minute later, a bit of paper and pen in hand. She sat back down and pulled Metal(?) back in. She slid the things into their lap. 

A: “Whenever you’re ready…”

They gripped the paper carefully. They took the pen in their other hand. They thought for a second, reconsidering this whole thing. They could lie. They could write something else, something less… whatever they were feeling was. … maybe… 

They began writing. They showed Amy.

“Who am I?”

Amy studied the question. Her brow furrowed as she considered it. 

A: “Met-…”

She held them tighter.

A: “Are-… would I be wrong… to assume, you are having issues with-… your identity…?”

They gripped her arm tightly. Too late to back out now.

They tapped twice.

A: “… I understand. To be honest, I’ve sorta been… expecting this?”

Metal perked up when they heard this. Had they really been this obvious about it?

A: “Do you… have a preferred name-, or pronouns yet? Do you know how you identify?”

They took a second to process the total acceptance by their partner. They tapped twice. They took the paper once more and wrote something quickly. “Katami”

A; “Oh. I see.”

They began to heat up again. How did she mean that? Is she disappointed? Is she upset? Is she never going to want to see them again? Is she gonna kick them out? Is she really-

A: “That’s such a beautiful name… Katami. I hope you know… I still love you… it doesn’t matter ti me how you choose to identify… you’re my precious Katami…•

… if they could cry, they’d be bawling. Maybe, they had been overthinking the wrong thing. They were surprised. But, not shocked at all at the same time. Over course Amy would still care for them. It was silly to think otherwise.

They tapped twice, before letting themself relax in her arms. 

She hugged them tighter, they could feel the tension in their servos loosen. The front door opened, soft humming followed the sound.

Blaze: “Hello Amy.”

Blaze joined them on the couch, taking seat beside the pink hedgehog.

B: “Is something the matter?”

A: “Yeah… well-… this is Katami…”

She had Katami face Blaze, who seemed confused at first. Amy leaned in and whispered something inaudible her, and Blaze’s ears perked in understanding.

B: “Ah…”

She looked calmly at Katami before carefully taking one of their hands into her own.

B: “Are you feeling well, Katami?”

It took them a moment to digest how loved they felt. They nodded.