If possible: show and explain all your OHSHC Spotify playlists!! (sorry, I did snooping earlier for your Okay Cupid playlists and the big Kyokao one and found what I think is a Kaoru playlist so now I'm curious about what else you have)
my playlists...I have so many. Because I'm answering this ask, I am going to rename one or two of them and spruce some of them up haha.
Okay, Cupid! Playlist [This one is in chronological order. We're at Freedom, FYI]
Condensed KyoKao Playlist [Presumably the one you're listening to! These are the KyoKao songs I can defend if anyone wants to question my logic haha]
jfc I cannot believe I'm making a ship playlist for this [The uncondensed KyoKao playlist. Twice as long, some of these are just vibes or based on the plot of my abandoned-before-it-started longfic]
the other one [Kaoru playlist, mixed vibes]
this game is starting to get interesting [Kyoya vibes, paraphrased from the Barcelona chapter. ...mostly daddy issues]
boku-ra [Hikaru playlist, not a huge amount of effort went into this one but I made it for my "coney island" Hikaru -> Kaoru vs "over my head" Kaoru -> Hikaru agenda, following my "coney island is about Taylor Swift's brother" conspiracy theory.]
one day and I've been upgraded to a deity [TamaKyo, pretty much consistently unrequited Kyoya -> Tamaki]
taking crackshipping to its limits [NanaHika lmao]
all dogs go to heaven (and other lies about love) [self explanatory fic playlist, each song is a separate section of the fic]
natalist propaganda [fic playlist for "birds, bees, butterflies, and other natalist propaganda"]
Chapter 9 [extended Ch. 9 playlist for Okay, Cupid! ...aka, break up music lmao]
songs about haunting the narrative [Ch. 10 playlist in so much as Kaoru is certainly haunting something in that. I keep imagining him like the I Bet You Think About Me music video lmao]
(there's one other in there but that's about Nina's baby so I will 🤫)
Edited pinned post as this all gains traction.
Hi there. I'm Distortion! I go by glitch/it pronouns, and I've been a fan of pokemon since before I could read. I am a minor, but I have a bunch of free time on my hands as I have just recently graduated.
My main blog will remain private for comfort and safety reasons, but I have my ask box open if you have any questions!
Before I start, I will say that THIS BRACKET IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR PROSHIPPERS/PEDOPHILES. I starkly believe fiction and reality do effect each other. JK Rowling did not get to the point she is at on her own, it was the mass support of her racist, antisemitic books that got her there. If I screen your blog and see you have open proship things on it, I will remove your submission. In cases of blogs that are older, I will only allow your submission if it was something very clearly in the past, because I do believe people can grow. If you have posted something along the basis within the span of 14 months, I will most likely not allow your submission into the blog.
Here are the basic rules for you.
Don't submit any popular pokemon!
This is meant to be a bracket for not so popular pokemon, so I will be deleting the form submissions of pokemon that are very popular. This includes:
Eeeveelutions
Legendary pokemon, unless they are a definitive underdog of their legendary group. (Ie Lunala would not be allowed, but Kyurem would.)
Pseudo-legendary pokemon
MOST starter pokemon, unless they are definitive underdogs of their starter trio. (Ie Blastoise wouldn't be allowed in the bracket, but Delphox would!)
As much as I love some of these pokemon too (I adore many shiny pseudo-legendaries), they'll just sweep the competitions.
Keep in mind: As I am colorblind, I cannot sometimes tell the difference between certain pokemon. If I cannot tell the difference, it cannot be in the bracket.
I love subtle shinies as much as the next person, but I am minorly red-green colorblind (this has sparked arguments with my friends over shiny Metapod being red or orange before!) and so I need to force a rule of no minor difference between red or green shinies. Pokemon like Bruxish would be fine to submit, as I can definitively tell the difference, but if I can look at the two images of the most current gen they're in on Serebii or Bulbapedia and be left scratching my head on which is shiny, I cannot include it. I am very sorry to people who would want to submit Carnivine, for example.
Include variety in your pokemon gens!
If you do choose to submit multiple pokemon, please do have some variety in your pokemon generations/regions! As of right now [3:28 pm PST, July 7th] I currently have less than 5 submissions for the Sinnoh, Alola [+ no Alolan forms!], Galar, and Hisui regions. Some of these only have one or no pokemon, which is a little disheartening! For some of the popular regions, I might set up the brackets by region to see the one true shiny for each of these generations, and then putting them in the ring against each other. You all seem to like the first three regions, as do I! I made this bracket to have variety and fun with the vast amount of pokemon you think are underdogs. If I do not have enough pokemon for the regions by the time the cutoff date (July 8th) rolls around, I will pit some of my own picks into the bracket.
With all of that out of the way, here is the submission link for the form! [<- Psst, there's a link in there!!!]
If I have to edit this post, I will. Otherwise, I hope you all have a wonderful day filled with many shiny sparkles!!!
Psst, anon who kindly pointed out ages ago that I done goofed with the reader’s gender in one bit of speech in my gender neutral reader x male octomer story, I fixed it now (at last!) Thank you!
Leading on from that, if anyone else ever sees something that needs addressing (from big old grammar goofs to incorrect language/terminology), please just point it out. I’ll never do something out of spite, but I am human (or was, if I’m now a Ghosti) and I do make mistakes and there will be things I don’t know about. I always welcome being educated and put right on terminology etc. :)
Yes, it can really happen. Normally, it is caused by too many supplements, but... well... you can still get it from too much sun exposure... particularly if you’re uh... not used to it.
Rating: T, lewd-ish thoughts
Warnings: language, mentions of vomiting, no depictions of it though
“Warnings”: self-indulgent UST/fluff featuring tsundere af Arthur and tenderly concerned Alfred; written off-the-cuff so mostly unedited
Summary: AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES... at a university in San Diego, CA.
I wrote this to get myself back into this a bit. Been feeling a bit down lately.
Nineteen year old University of San Diego sophomore, Arthur Kirkland, had thought studying in California would be glorious. The west coast of the United States is just so blessedly far from his family in England and San Diego in particular has so many beaches where one can actually swim in the ocean. He’d paid little attention to anyone who said he might like to study in Oregon better, claimed he would like the heat as a change of pace, researched the right schools for his field of study and ended up exactly where he’d wanted to be.
Which is why, for the past one and a half years, he has suffered greatly.
Despite having lived in California for that long now, his freckled skin is as fair as it always has been and he keeps to buildings where there is ample air conditioning--namely the library. As a history major, it’s what he prefers anyway, though despite still appearing to have never been outside in his entire life, the sharp glint in his green eyes is augmented by a stern brow, his cheeks are almost constantly pink either due to heat or the immediate sunburn he gets as punishment for going outside for more than two minutes, if only to run to the next indoor place or shaded spot.
Of course, being as stubborn as he is, Arthur can’t exactly back out and go home now or even concede to the sensibility of his friends at home by transferring to some school in Oregon or Washington.
There is just so. much. sunshine in San Diego, California...
...and, Arthur thinks from his slumped position against the cool porcelain of the toilet in the darkened bathroom as he hears the front door open, it certainly is not helped at all by the fact that so much of that sunshine lives in same two-bedroom flat as he does.
Alfred F. Jones is an eighteen year old sophomore and a very advanced student in the pre-med program. He drops his backpack in its usual place as he opens the door to the apartment he shares with Arthur, who is his roommate and also his secret crush--heavily featured in all of Alfred’s hidden daydreams and fantasies.
The AC is on full blast, which is not completely unusual for Arthur, but as a California native, Alfred has no trouble with the heat or the sunshine and loves being near the ocean whenever he can and looks every bit the part of a surfer dude: lean and perpetually tan with sun-lightened blond hair and clear blue eyes.
He’d been the only one to answer Arthur’s very stern ad for a roommate and Arthur had been skeptical at first--Alfred knows he is pretty gregarious and Arthur’s description had emphasized the need for peace, quiet, and cleanliness. Given that Alfred is pre-med, however, he does almost nothing but study when he’s in the apartment and always cleans up after himself. He is fastidiously organized and neat, just like his diligent note-taking, and having a messy environment while studying is extremely distracting, so he reserves exuberance and penchant for sloppy finger foods for the outside world.
“Hey, Arthur?” Alfred calls out. “Are you here?”
“Shut up,” Arthur groans, hopefully loudly enough for Alfred to hear, but his throat is sore from vomiting.
Alfred opens the door to the bathroom and Arthur visibly recoils, so he shuts the door behind him, softly padding toward Arthur. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks quietly as he surveys the place as best he can with only scant light from the window above the shower. “You been vomiting?”
Arthur doesn’t even raise his head, just tilts it to give his idiot roommate a look. “Sherlock Holmes right here in my water closet,” he grumbles.
Alfred pushes Arthur’s hair back from his forehead to discover the tawny strands are damp with sweat and that Arthur is excessively warm. “How long have you been in here?”
Arthur coughs and tries to wretch, but his stomach has been empty for awhile. “Since I got back from class. Fuckin’ prof had it outside today. Again. Said something about the nice weather balancing out the heavy subject matter or some bollocks.” Arthur can’t help but notice Alfred’s hand is still on his forehead, so nice and cool.
Alfred hums his understanding and moves his hand, tries not to be too worried. Nausea could obviously signal number of things, most of which are minor. Still, he can’t help but feel protective of Arthur. “Yeah, he’s held class outside for a couple days now, right?” He gently takes Arthur’s wrist to check for a pulse. Arthur’s face is red... really red, but his pulse seems only slightly elevated.
Arthur tugs his arm free. “’m fine.”
“Right. Have you been urinating a lot?”
The glare Arthur gives him could topple entire cities. “Oi. That’s none of your business. You’re not a bloody doctor yet.”
Alfred frowns. “Okay, well can I take you to someone who is? Or anyone who is medically trained?”
Arthur shifts in an attempt to get himself ready to stand up. It’s so awful... shameful, really, he thinks. Alfred, the object of his covert affections and star of his most sinful private thoughts, seeing him like this, caring for him, and certainly deciding that Arthur is too much of a proper mess to be interested in. “No, I’m fine.”
The truth could not be further from Arthur’s thoughts. Alfred is worried for Arthur’s health and not the least bit concerned about how he looks at the moment, though if he were going to give it any thought, it would only be that it’s totally super unfair that Arthur can still look that damn attractive while hugging a toilet bowl. “You need help up then?”
“‘Course not. Go study or whatever you have to do. I can take care of myself.”
“You don’t always have to though,” Alfred mumbles under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Alfred says, standing up, waiting to hold out his hand for Arthur to latch onto.
Arthur tries to use the toilet and adjacent sink as leverage, but his body feels suddenly so weak that he starts to collapse, only to be hoisted into Alfred’s arms. “Oi! Put me down!”
“No way. We’re going to the student center. I’m pretty sure you have vitamin D poisoning,” Alfred explains as he carries Arthur out of the bathroom and toward the front door.
Arthur’s dignity is saved when the jingling of Alfred picking up his keys obscures him deliriously muttering, “Like for you to give me some vitamin D poisoning.” Or so he thinks.
Alfred heard him anyway and, later, when Arthur is properly treated, he’ll be thinking about that line in one of his daydreams.
likes are love. reblogs are life. also @tetsuyapants will vouch for the veracity of this--their younger sister’s roommate in college in CA was an English girl who got vitamin D poisoning XD
