#conceptually

[9w1ft]

it’s giving midnights album photoshoot 😆

[kingsdodecahedron]

unironically she might be the best character of all time

[tameimpala67]

feeling #supernormal about this

[superimpulsive]

pokemon x pitt au ramblings Yes this is going to be goofy, yes it is going to be ridiculous, I'm going full crackfic for this because it's FUN

Trinity Santos starting her shift at the pitt, a human focused hospital which allows pokemon to assist except for in the ED where critical patients are treated. The guidelines are strict as to minimize chaos and potential distractions when treating patients, no one wants to lose a life because someone brought their Skitty to work. Most residents have complained at some point about not being able to have their partner pokemon with them to assist, but it's a generally understood rule (though it breaks Princess' heart to remind her Psyduck that it cannot come help no matter how badly it wants to). She's never had a partner pokemon and doesn't aim to change that! Well... okay that's not entirely true. As a kid she had a "partner" pokemon in the sense that she would play with a wild Bunnelby. It caused a ton of problems but was easily her best friend for a while. However during a bad time in her life she ended up chasing it away to isolate herself and it never came back. So no, Trinity does NOT have partner pokemon nor does she want to have one. If there is a pokemon in the ED she will let the attendings and security know so it can be returned to its owner or the outdoors. The strict no pokemon policy is not just a suggestion it is for patient safety. However all throughout the day she keeps seeing little footprints in the halls. She tries to point them out but she is assured that security will handle it. Despite this she continues finding signs of the 'mon all over the ED, getting into equipment, being spotted by patients, and even stealing from the lockers. Sometimes it almost seems like this pokemon is trying to help, the equipment which is messed with magically appearing exactly where its needed and certain floor messes being cleaned by no one. By the end of her shift Trinity has followed a trail of footprints into an abandoned floor of the hospital. During her sneaking she hears rattling coming from an open room and discovers a collection of stolen items similar to what went missing. Running water has her search in the bathroom where she finds a Wooper trying to warm itself with shower water. It's completely harmless but super spooked by Trinity's presence and tries (and fails) to hide. Upon looking through the Wooper's nest its clear this was someone's partner pokemon, a simple nametag and picture connecting it to a guy named Whitaker. Trinity originally plans on leaving Wooper but after earlier witnessing security manhandle other pokemon she finds herself taking pity on the 'mon and opts to bring it home with her. And such begins her new quest to find the mysterious Whitaker and bring him back his overly anxious Wooper- preferably before it gets her fired because the damn thing keeps sneaking its way to work with her. If Trinity ends up collecting her own team of pokemon (and inadvertently inspiring other residents and nurses to do the same) that's neither here nor there...

[captain-ghost]

this is me every day because I live with the fact that I want captain john hart carnally

[phoenixwithapencil]

Gang AU nail bat Yugi….

[hemthead]

You've mentioned that you usually struggle to feel emotions, and when you do, at times, they're wildly exaggerated.

How has this affected you? What's it like?

Hmm...

It's like...

Driving, and you're trying to find a radio station that's audible. Sometimes you can only hear static... sometimes you hit dull, murmured audio. Maybe you hear the core of the music, some semblance of rhythm, or the vague ebb and flow of a piece. You could try to turn it up, but your car's never been the most cooperative, and the static would probably still obscure everything anyway.

Very rarely, you come across a good patch, and whatever you were straining to hear comes out loud and clear. Maybe it's not at all what you expected... static gives way to a cacophony of sounds, or the utter silence between segments. Usually it doesn't last long at all —sometimes you don't want it to... but if you're really lucky, and really careful, you might coax it to ride with you for a couple more miles.

Sometimes, the spot makes the signal, so you take note of where you're at and make sure to come back another time. Perhaps it could be the car: how is your antenna bent? what speed are you going? what ways did you mess with the radio? Maybe if you go through the right steps, your radio could work all the time...

Getting a clear radio signal is the highlight of your day, and the rarity of the occasion makes whatever's playing feel that much more special. The station's played this a hundred times already, but you don't know that... it's your first time hearing it. Every subtle intricacy, mastered for numb ears, floods your unfamiliar mind with new experiences.

In a way, it's debilitating. You know about music, you talk about it with yourself and think up new tidbits all the time... but sometimes the sheer breadth of what's on the radio hits you like a brick wall. Not only is the contrast with your normal tedium devastating, it feels like the rest of the world is leaving you behind. You're just a straggler, grasping for what you can, but never really getting the full experience.

For the most part, this is your only understanding of the radio. Sometimes you see other people go by, or sitting at intersections, and they seem to be enjoying their radio just fine... or they've got a newer car and they're playing their own playlists over the speakers, on demand. Maybe you can even hear hints of whatever they're listening to, mostly only bass gets through, but you take in whatever you can... eventually you have to go your separate ways.

It doesn't really make sense how their signal is so good, but you guess that's just the cards you've been dealt: your antenna is worse, or maybe you're missing something obvious... a setting or button that would instantly fix everything if you found it.

Your car's media system does have a CD player, though. Sometimes, whenever you manage to find something good, you burn it to a CD to play during your long drive... But CDs wear out, and yours seem to lose their luster pretty quick, all things considered.

Ultimately, you have to contend with what you have. You listen to the static, imagining what it might say, singing along to speculative lyrics, finding conversation in the noise. You have your own way of playing with the radio, it just feels natural at this point. Your radio might not be very good, but the car does its best to take you where you need to go; you might not get to listen in very often, but you tell yourself it just makes those moments when you can all the more special. Maybe it's just cope, but you consider yourself lucky to have anything at all.