#skitty asks

[skitty-kirby]

glad you dont ship ur boring ass "oc" with a canon character anymore, fucking cringe. not even a real oc, its just a round pokeemon. do us a favor and just stop

Ho boy. Oh man. How I have been waiting, itching to answer this one. It's been months. I'm assuming you're referencing the drawing last year where I mentioned that over 10 years ago I used to ship Skitty with Sword Knight from the anime? Cuz I was like, 13 back then? I think you're on the wrong website to be worried about that bud. Lucky for you, I'm nothing if not driven by spite like the little contrarian I am. I know they say not to feed the trolls, but here's a little treat. :)

Where all my OCxCanon homies at? This one's for y'all. <3

[skitter-kitter]

🐝 What twilight brings

After a day of being chased by pillagers and dropping to yellow, all Joel wants to do is relax. He’s snuck in some contraband to help achieve this singular goal of his. Etho, as his soulmate, has little choice but to join him.

Or: Etho and Joel get drunk together on cheap booze their first night as soulmates.

and it ends with them kissing

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[skitter-kitter]

fake tags; genderbend/genderswapped, enemies to lovers, slowburn

Cynthia leans over her, a hand sweeping out to toss Lear’s hair over her shoulder. Lear watches through the mirror, her body stiff as she lets the champion do whatever she wants. She then lays a palm on the empty spot. “Lear,” she says, her voice as pretty as it always is. “Let me tell you a secret. You see this woman in the mirror, don’t you? Well… I wasn’t always so stunning. I wasn’t always… Cynthia.”

Lear cannot help but turn at that. “Then, who were you?”

“My name was once Volo… and I remember fighting with you quite well.”

Lear flushes at the memory of fighting Volo mere hours ago in the privacy of her home. He’d appeared in a rush, and Lear had rushed toward him twice as quick. Or, so she’d said. In reality, both of them had been distracted for different reasons and they’d run into each other in her halls. Lear had caused a fuss, and grabbed him, and then he’d grabbed her and it had been a whole thing.

Then, Lear had kissed him. Or, he’d kissed her. It really was a blur!

But, regardless, afterwards Volo had skulked off with the assistance of his stolen Giratina. Stolen from…

“So… you stole your own Giratina?”

“No, of course not.” Cynthia shakes her head with a fond smile. “He doesn’t know I’m him, of course. He thinks I am merely his descendant. I want you to keep this secret for me, Lear.”

“I—why should I?”

“Because.” She leans down so their faces are at equal height. Lear refuses to face her, continuing to stare straight at their mirror selves. “Otherwise you won’t ever get a real kiss from me.”

Lear’s cheeks flush with her answer.

“That’s a good girl.”

Fem lear x trans immortal volo… with the past volo being her “Enemy” and the present Cynthia pushing them closer and closer…

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[skitter-kitter]

hi. IF YOU POST THE ATROCIOUSSHIPPING COLLAR FIC PLEASE SEND ME A LINK I BEG

Here you go

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My sibling says Lears the most breedable therefore he should win would you agree

@yaoicarus this ask was meant for you

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for fake fic titles - 'trapped in the photo frame'

Lear is sent back in time to his childhood—but trapped within the confines of his child body. He cannot leave to find Hoopa, he cannot escape to Unova to meet Cheren early. All he can do is sit in his tutoring classes, and remember the kind future he will someday have.

As the tutor’s droning speech about macroeconomics continues, Lear finds himself losing his mind. The images of his friends linger, but they’re beginning to blur.

Rachel and Sawyer are still here by his side, of course, but they’re not the same. Their meekness had been beaten out of them by adulthood… but they aren’t adults yet. Far from it. He’d had to beg his father to let Rachel be his retainer; he hadn’t had to do that in his real childhood.

He’s starting to forget what Cheren’s face looks like.

Lear’s arm cross over his chest and linger there until his tutor glares at him. “Master Lear, sit at attention. This is very unbecoming of a prince,” they sigh before smiling. “I should tell your father about this.”

Lear bows his head like a terrified kid. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He gets punished anyway.

[skitty-kirby]

Hi! I love you and your art, but just a question about your adorable OC, what's on her tail? Keep up the good work and thanks for reading 😁

Hi there! So sorry for the late reply; your question here gave me a funny little idea I just had to doodle out before responding!

To answer literally, Skitty's tail looks identical to the Pokémon's! But for funny's sake... The bane of her existence: featuring Scarlette, a close friend of hers who conveniently left her tarantula, Helix, out to play. :^)

Thank you again!

[skitter-kitter]

fake fic asks: the return of the kingslayer

There are ghosts in the desert, the kids whisper to Luke. They say they want the world to die, they want to extinguish the lives of the world with their godly power. They say, I live.

Or: Darth Maul haunts Tatooine. The haunting of Luke Skywalker is a mere happy coincidence.

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