Simmer Down & Pucker Up

(( OC Pokemon Trainer RP blog, open to all! )) Blog of Anthony (Tony) Schmidt, part time breeder, part time, unofficial, fiery gym leader, full time sweet ass pokemon trainer/landshark with a mouth to match my sharpedo ancestry.

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(( Happened to draw some Tony at work, being a sad sack, which will eventually come to light as he and miles get thrown into canon again.  Like stupid baseballs through a window. ))

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“Gods have no science. Not the capital G ones at any rate.”

DEPTH CHARGE ARC MASTERPOST | All drabbles and threads will be added chronologically under the cut during the course of the arc for your convenience. Now strap in, put on your helmets and prepare for one hell of a ride.

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quick sketch for vinnvonnboo and her delinquent bae whom i miss very much

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I fucking love this video😩

Not mine, credits to whoever’s it is. x

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person: hey Tony can you spell your name backwards

Tony: sure... y not

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(( there is no saving me now ))

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The bigger/taller/stronger/scarier person in a ship getting willingly pinned down/dominated/fucked/bossed around by the smaller person.

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Breaking Habits

For the first time in years, Tony had gone with his family to visit his mom the only way he could for mother’s day.  He hadn’t planned to, but a guilt trip from his his adoptive dad, ‘that look’ from his sister, and Miles not agreeing to play hooky with him changed his mind.  The weather was warm with humidity that threatened them with rain.  A burning cigarette hung loosely in his mouth as he trailed behind his family and looked at the headstones they passed in the cemetery.  Everything was so well kept, it was almost calming, it certainly didn’t feel as heavy as the last time he went to his parents’ graves.

There was a bitter taste in his mouth over the day, this year it didn’t stem from the say itself.  This year it was a reminder of what had passed, what he did, what he put his boyfriend through.  His tired eyes slowly shifted from the ground to across the cemetery where Miles was walking with his sisters and brother.  He’s gotten so much better at walking, in fact Miles healed very well, considering what Tony put him through.  The ginger was very gung ho about getting his leg as fixed as possible with the therapy he went through.  

Tony huffed out a breath of smoke as he continued to smoke himself into a slightly earlier grave.  He was fine with that, he’d swore off other habits, maybe he would stop all of them one day.  Maybe world peace would be achieved one day too.  The only one he’d kept off of decently well was alcohol.  Then again after accidentally drunkenly stabbing someone you care about might do that. 

They’d been in Unova only a couple months and Tony mind continued to drift to what Miles had suggested before they left Kalos.  To go on another journey, one they would actually finish together.  Miles could do whatever he needed to improve his confidence in himself, Tony could maybe figure out what he wanted to do with his life instead of battling in nameless pokemon rings in Castelia.  Odd jobs weren’t his cup of tea and he felt the wordless pressure of his dad’s expectations that he should really start the whole college process.  

Tony stopped as he noticed they’d gotten to the headstones, side by side.  He took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out on the heel of his boot before he stuffed it back into the carton, not wanting to throw it away in the cemetery.  He smirked a little as his brother talked to the graves as if they could listen.  Tony let him babble without and snarky interruptions and just stood next to his sister, who he leaned against without realizing it.  

Maybe it was time for a change.  Tony already felt he was much less of a walking shitlord than he was before he left for Kalos, maybe not a great person, but certainly not the worst.  that was a good start, right?  Things could only go up from there right?  Maybe going on another cross country trek would be a good thing, like Miles said.  It could be a way to avoid the nagging troubles of the future in the back of his head, but a small vacation was sounding a pretty nice to the shark.

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tony and miles bioshock au AND/OR locke and klaus fallout au

Tony/Miles - Bioshock (Infinite) AU

Miles had no clue how it happened, but he had some hot piece of fellow Vox ass all over him.  She pushed him into a shady alley and snaked her hands under his clothes, exploring his scarred muscles like they were some kind of playground.  It didn’t take much for the ginger to get hot and bothered enough to grab her hips and grind against her like prostitute worth two silver eagles. However as Miles was about to explore under he own red smeared clothes, she let out an echoed giggle.  In a second she faded to a whispy green silhouette and blew him a kiss before she blew away on the wind.  The ginger stood there in shock for a moment before he gritted his teeth and yelled out.“ANTHONY!”

Locke/Klaus - Fallout AU

Locke slowly raised a brow in disbelief as Klaus made it back to their camp made out of a truck’s hull, torn, ragged, and bleeding.  What in the hell did he get himself into?  The collared man sighed out his nose in irritation as he watched the brick wall of a man lay down by him and expectantly held an arm out.  An arm covered in gashes from some irradiated monstrosity.The sheriff was honestly lucky that his little captive was proficient in chems, including the ones that were beneficial and not just cap bait for junkies.  He stabbed a needle into Klaus’ arm, much rougher than he was sure the hick expected.“Ah!  Sheesh, ya gotta be like that, sugar?” Klaus groaned out as his arm limply slipped out of the other’s grip.“Do not call me that!  I have told you a dozen times over!”  He hissed at the other before he grabbed a stimpack, “Should I even ask what your hick brain got you into THIS time?”Klaus didn’t answer at first, his mind clearly working, Locke swore he could hear the rusty gears grinding slowly.  The sheriff finally did speak up, “I uh... I was gettin’ food and a gust’a wind blew my hat away...” Klaus motioned to the extremely worn hat he had on, “Right.. uh.. right into a group of deathclaws.  So I... y’know, got it back.”The yell that came from Klaus probably alerted anyone nearby to to their exact location, but Locke didn’t regret stabbing the man with a stimpack hard enough that he probably didn’t get any healing effects from it.

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(( a small dump of doodles that I've done at work the past couple weeks uvu

featuring pokemon, tony’s soon to be awesome hair, and ideas of rwby Stella))

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1) Give me a pairing.

2) Give me an AU setting.

3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

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One For The Road | Miles

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“We got our flight to Castelia in like, what, 4 days?” Miles rested his cheek in his palm and looked down at the shark that had made a pillow out of his thighs. With his free hand he loosely tangled his fingers into Tony’s silky hair. “I mean we could chill there for a bit and see everyone then go do somethin’ else. I got cash saved up from tips still and I know you got some stuff in yer account still. Coba’s been makin’ sure we don’t starve that’s for sure.”

Except all of that tip money he’d horded was supposed to go to his family. The redhead gulped. If he did go to Hoenn and start fresh that meant battling all the time though. Battling meant money. He was sure he could make the saved amount back quickly and send it home…with interest even! “Cedric talked to Dia about money, right? I dunno if she’s helpin’ him out now or not…but I don’t think they’re as financially boned anymore.” If his family was worse than he figured he wouldn’t consider the trip. He’d find a job or two or three all over again to make sure they were fed and had a roof over their heads, personal dreams or not!

“But like…if they’re doin’ ok and if I could still send them money on the road…” He trailed off and bit his lip. 

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Tony gave a nod, it was so soon.  They were going to be out of Kalos so soon with who knew what waiting for them in the future.  He let out a small sigh and let his eyes rest shut at Miles messed around with his hair.  

“Well... I can always kick some battling into overdrive.  That’s always a good way to get cash.  Castellia has always loved it’s fighting clubs, pokemon and non-pokemon.” Tony said, an emphasis on the non-pokemon fighting that he didn’t want Miles crawling back to.  The shark didn’t want to take a lot of money that didn’t belong to him, he’d find a way to supplement the money they still had.

“Hm?  I’m pretty sure she dragged him out of those stupid illegal fighting rings herself and shoved money down his throat.”  Tony said, “There’s no harsher anger than my sister scorned, so I’m sure he’s back to doing his multiple jobs instead of risking his life and freedom.”

Tony cracked an eye open at Miles as he trailed off.  It seemed he really liked the idea of getting another chance at the adventure, a second chance to not leave so many bad tastes in his mouth about a supposed good thing.  He gave a nod to the other, “You could... I could too so you don’t have to worry about not giving them enough.  They’re like family to me too y’know.”

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One For The Road | Miles

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Miles hummed again. He supposed he felt the same, if he were given the chance to redo the Kalos league he was sure he’d take it. But that wasn’t really how things worked, no time machines present to fix the wonky past. He also supposed that he could go re-battle the Elite 4 and have his rematch with Diantha that he’d vowed to. But…the redhead knew that it wouldn’t have fixed how he felt. It wouldn’t have made him feel better even if he would have been finishing what he’d started all those months ago. The whole experience just felt too far tarnished. 

The ginger cocked a brow at Tony as he continued on. Also true, they had been waiting far too long to see their families again. But now that the date was closing in on them it made Miles feel more nauseous than excited. He missed his siblings something fierce but that didn’t mean he missed his old way of life. “I don’t want to think about here. I’d rather just start new entirely.” He flopped his head against the back of the couch and scratched at the small bit of skin that was exposed on his stomach from his ridden up shirt. 

“But uh…I know we’ve both been wantin’ to get back home. Maybe it wouldn’t be right.” The temptation was strong though. His mind raced with a thousand possibilities of where they could end up. A new region. A new league. A new chance to make something of themselves! Unova also had a league, but there was something more satisfying about achieving something away from home. Plus he would have been far too distracted by his family! “But…it is an option.”

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Tony hummed to himself a little at the other as he flopped his head back.  Starting new entirely?  That wasn’t a luxury they could really have.  They could move on the from the past but it still happened.  Miles still broke his arm, Tony still tore his leg open, with all sorts of things happening between those two events that made Tony feel sick.

"Yeah it might be a bad idea to up and leave so fast...” Tony trailed off as he slumped down on Miles, laying his head in his lap and looking up to the tall loft ceiling.  A chance for Miles to get some confidence in his life back was a worthwhile venture, wasn’t it?  Tony also couldn’t stand for Miles to wander in the wilderness of Hoenn alone, who knew what terrible shit he’d get himself caught up in.  The ginger had a way of getting into stupid shit.

“It is an option..”  Tony mused quietly to himself, “Maybe we’ll need a vacation from Unova.. y’know to a place that’s not ‘all I cause is troubles’ Kalos.”