Pokémon Dabbling in Drabbles

[ShiniGojira]

“... Add a little powder here, some gloss there and a bit of white mascara. Voila! You look absolutely dashing, Zeal. Graceful and elegant like a proper and beautiful vixen!” Pixels said, placing back the makeup product in their little boxes.

She certainly did an amazing job if she could say so herself. It was really a challenge getting the right amount on the Zorua’s black fur but the end result was worth the effort.

“Ooh really? Do I look elegant and beautiful, Evie? Do I? Do I?” Zeal said, bouncing on the tips of her paws and giving her big sister an expectant look.

Her big sister was Evie, the coolest Pokémon Pixels had ever met, stood there with a stoic and calm look though after a few weeks of staying with the vixen, even Pixels could tell that Evie had a very soft spot for her sister and it probably wouldn't take long before she–

“You're the cutest and prettiest little princess in this world, Zeal.”

–caved.

“Yay, I'm the world’s prettiest Zorua!” Zeal skipped around, the aura of joy breaking down whatever pitiful defenses Evie had left and she smiled back, looking like her heart had practically melted.

It was hard to believe the doting Pokémon that was visibly gushing out over her sister was the same one that had saved her from that scary bug lady and beat up that giant Pokémon. Evie looked so cool and awesome when she saved Pixels, the way she moved while she fought, the elegance, the charm, the glamour. It came as a surprise when Pixels asked her what conditioner she used to make her fur so silky smooth and received an answer that made the little Vulpix green with envy.

Pixels spent a huge amount of time everyday making herself look as beautiful as possible and yet Evie didn't need to do any of that. She was just a natural beauty!

“You did a great job,” Evie said. The unexpected compliment making the Vulpix blush.

Pixels absentmindedly fiddled with her scarf. “Th-thanks, Miss Evie. My-my mommy and daddy taught me everything I know so um, I…” A stray thought came to her. How much more beautiful would Evie look if she applied makeup? Could Pixels even do her justice?

“Now what did I say about calling me ‘Miss’. You know I'm not that much older than you,” Evie said with mocked exasperation.

“Oh-oh right, miss–I mean Evie. I…” Pixels trailed off, eyes darting around, the question still lingering in her mind but she didn't know how to quite voice it.

“Is something the matter?” Evie asked with a quirked brow.

“It's uh, nothing, Evie… I just um…” Okay, she was making things awkward now. Ah, why words hard say when with idol?

“Ooh, I know!” Zeal exclaimed, breaking the tension before it became suffocating. “She must want you to wear makeup too. She’s always talking about how pretty you are and how she could make herself be like–”

“Ah! Zeal, you can't just say that in front of her!” The blush spreading across her cheeks glowed so hot if she had lesser control over her flames she was sure she’d spontaneously combust out of embarrassment.

When Evie turned to face her with an amused smirk, she averted her eyes and hid her face, not wanting her idol to see her flushed cheeks.

“Oh really?”

Pixels didn't trust herself to speak and nodded instead.

“See? See? I was right!” Pixels could practically hear the smile in the Zorua’s voice.

“Heh.” Evie chuckled. “If that's all, then I'm sure I can indulge in your request.”

Pixels froze. Did she hear that correctly? She glanced at her idol in shock. “R-really?”

“Why not?” She shrugged. “I’ve had our local Chansey brush my hair before. It couldn't be anything different than that.”

With those words, the shock and apprehension vanished, replaced by glee and joy that rivalled Zeal herself. “You won't be disappointed!” She squeed, gathering her supplies and preparing for her biggest project ever!

“Woohoo! I'm gonna have the prettiest sister ever!”

 

[ShiniGojira]

The cool winds of the night blew against her hair, the view of the city below her was as breathtaking as ever. The lights, the nightly commune of the people, what they said about New York City was true as even this late out, there were still dozens of cars and people sprawling about.

Jane, or to the average folk, Distortia was propped against the ledge of a building, her costume, a dark blue dress with patterns akin to the night sky billowed in the chilly breeze. She took in a breath, the smoky, polluted air of the city was something she had long since gotten used to with how frequent she moved. Her legs dangled over the edge, a grin stretched across her cheeks and her eyes glinted behind the eye mask, trailing across her fellow vigilante crouching beside her.

"... wait, so you're telling me that your hair's not naturally like that?" The lens on his mask widened in surprise which for a guy wearing full spandex and a face mask, he was fairly expressive.

"Yup." She nodded, taking another bite out of her cupcake. "Did you really think I'd use my natural hair color without a mask like yours? That's just asking for people to unmask me."

He stared at her with an incredulous look and after a bit of internal confliction, he asked, "H-how?" Not gonna lie, it was pretty funny seeing his face of utter shock. He probably thought that she'd dye her hair every time she went into costume.

Snorting at the thought, Distortia shook her head. "Well, it turns out gravity and physics aren't the only things I'm capable of manipulating." She grinned, quirking a brow as she relished in the questioning gaze. "How did you think I manage to move the stars in my costume?" To futher emphasize her point, she waved a hand through her hair, willing the ponytail into a dark crimson before it turned back to its usual white.

Of course, she wasn't speaking the entire truth. Her hair was indeed naturally white, she just made it a tad bit darker to mess with people in case they could spot her little white lie. Heh heh. Man, who knew talking to people about her powers was so much fun. The only time she'd ever done this was with... her sister.

Jane shook her head. She didn't want that particular train of thought to ruin the moment.

Smirking, she glanced back at the masked vigilante. "You can stop trying to imagine me as a brunette or a blonde, Spidey. My hair's not that interesting."

The resulting sputters from Spider-Man were just a delight to hear.

 

[ShiniGojira]

All around him was an endless void of nothing.

Cold.

Quiet.

Haunting.

And incredibly boring.

Was this really the best The Llama God could think of?

Tch. 0/10. Little originality and dull.

But whatever. He wasn't here to rate the dwelling of another deity — as much as he hated how frequent this type of realm is in the Infiniverse — no, instead today he was here for official business.

You see. Trepassing in a God's domain (That's with a capital 'G', mind you) is a bit of a tricky conundrum. Some would ignore you unless you decided to do something incredibly stupid, some utterly despise anything and anyone trespassing their realm, and some would blah blah blah, you get the picture.

To be honest, most of the time, he'd rather sneak in and go around undetected than to deal with them and if he could, he wouldn't even want to let this God know that he was a thing. But, Cosmo above, his plans hinged on having full reign on a small portion of this particular sector of the Infiniverse, and it didn't take a genius to understand why most deities hated that.

And look, as interesting as this all sound, he didn't sign up for a lecture today. He already had one scheduled for the next coming months. Alright? If you really wanna know more, maybe try searching elsewhere.

*Ahem* Anyway, where was he? Oh, right.

Llama God, or more commonly known as Arceus. This was his domain. The one where his truest essence stayed in. A being whose true form would be beyond the average mortal's comprehension, yada yada, you probably know the whole deal.

He gave this multiverse a nice little cosmic knock earlier, to warn them of his presence and proceeded to stride right in when he sensed the God's curiosity.

And jeez, did it take a while for them to actually grace him with their essence.

The abyss gave way to a blinding light. If he were a lesser being, his very soul and existence would've been evaporated from being so close to the God.

True Arceus looked down on him, their form completely indecipherable to the mortal eyes loomed over him. He could feel the pressure of a nonillion universes weighing down on him, the power brimming in them were incalculable like he was a miniscule droplet of water compared to millions of planets worth of liquid. The Llama God was certainly not holding back in displaying their strength.

And yet, in the face of such a deity, Crude merely blinked. It was a rather dramatic entrance but nothing he never saw before.

In a manner of miliseconds, words flew into his head. Questions, demands, emotions, thousands of them enveloped his mind, and he answered them to his best abilities. He only needed a small portion of realities to work with, nothing that would affect the Llama God in the long run but that didn't mean he would do things offhandedly.

He even prepared a little offering. Pulling from his own dimension, he held out a wrapped box and presented it to True Arceus with a grin.

True Arceus said nothing, not through his mind nor verbally. It took a moment, an extremely long yet short time for a being like them. They were probably wondering what was in it.

Yup, it sure is the perfectest gift. He mentally pat himself on the back as the Llama God opened it up and revealed...

A tea set with a little table, chairs and everything.

Tea Time was a wonderful way to get into their good graces.

 

[Spiteful Murkrow]

Heya, was swinging by for some complementary light reading tonight along with my heftier fare, and I saw that you apparently added more drabbles to this collection in this past year. You were on my list of review targets for this Blitz anyways, so this felt like a decent place to get my foot in the door in case I wound up running tight on time later on.

A Loaf or An Onion?

Spoiler: Line-by-Line

The Charmander, June, blinked at the sight before him, turned around and blinked again. "A-are you loafing?" he said, looking a bit bewildered at the sight of his Bulbasaur brother.

Quil cracked open an eye and barely moved his head to address him. "Oh really? Hadn't noticed." He yawned.

Oh, so Quil is literally forming a loaf with his limbs right now. That title bakes a bit more sense right now.

To a normal trainer, it was probably a common sight for them but to June, he and his brothers were all humans before and weren't of this world, the sight of a loafing animal that was previously his human brother was... weird to say the least.

"You're a plant frog-dinosaur thing... Why the hell can a frog-asaur loaf like a cat and why are you even loafing in the first place? That doesn't look comfortable."

Because it looks cute and funny, so why not? :V

Quil shrugged. "None of the other positions were comfortable either," he said as if that answered his question... which it sorta did... huh...

"So Bulbasaurs are part cat now?" He didn't get a response better than a droopy shrug. "Weird..." he muttered as he left his brother to his nap, not quite sure what he could do with this newfound knowledge weighing on his mind.

June: “I’m… not sure if I needed to know that Bulbasaur could loaf, really.”

Through it all, a certain question began to form. Were there any other Pokémon he knew that were unknowingly part cat?

Dragons, of course!

A certain distance away, a certain brown vixen sneezed, ruining her concentration and making her release a stream of curses at the trees she'd accidentally set ablaze.

Hrm, that one was a bit sudden at the end, especially since I don’t remember offhand who this is. But the overall scenario is cute enough that I won’t really question it. ^^;

Cozy

Spoiler: Line-by-Line

No one on the left.

No one on the right.

She glanced around, her body kept low and her steps as quiet as could be. Sneaking around the pokécenter was usually pretty simple, especially for someone of her calibre.

Oh, so this is an actual cat right now, huh?

June was busy training his fire with Pixels, Ane was making some sugary treats and the others were all equally busy doing their own things.

… Or not, there. Though our viewpoint character is some sort of Pokémon with sneaking abilities.

It meant today was once again the perfect time for some leisure reading.

Wait, are these the characters to your PMD setting, or…?

Evie pushed through the door to their rented room, skillfully moved around the scattered blankets and pillows, and towards a nearby cabinet. She opened it with a paw, scavenged through the countless snacks and towels before–

I’ll just take that as a confirmation there. Though wait, isn’t Evie an Eevee? I mean, I guess I can see how they’d sneak around, even if I admit that I did a double-take here.

“There it is,” she murmured to herself, a tiny smile on her vulpine face. The source of her joy, you may ask? Why it was simply the little book she hid whilst everyone was too busy to notice or pay attention.

The cover was a ruse, a piece of paper with a paragraph of the most boring thing she could think glued on it, it kept others from prying or caring too much about when she snuck it away from their view. And thank Arceus she thought of that a while back, the original cover would've been too awkward to explain and she did not want anyone to know her taste in literature.

Can’t tell if this is hentai or children’s books. Both of which would probably make you shrivel up and die inside if you were caught reading them in public as an adult. ^^;

With a flick of her tail, she brought a small candle close to a nearby table and lit it up with a small puff of fire. “Finally,” she sighed, dragging a blanket over herself as she made herself snug.

Now that she was nice and cozy, it was time to just lay down and relax~

Now watch as June’s teammates burst in ruin everything in like five seconds. o<o

Blush

Spoiler: Line-by-Line

June let out a tired gasp, his tail flame flickering after the intense workout as he laid flat on his back. This was fine. He was making progress. Not as much as he’d like but it was something.

Can’t tell if this is earnest, or if I should be busting out the meme dog cartoon panel.

“Woohoo! We're done! We’re done! Come on, get up! You promised we’d get ice cream once we're done, June!” the Vulpix said with an excited grin on her face as she hopped on the tips of her paws.

“Yeah… just let me catch my breath first, Pixels,” he panted.

“Okay!”

June: “Seriously, how are you not just completely worn out right now? @.@

After a minute or two, he slowly got onto his feet. Somehow, in that short amount of time, Zeal caught wind of his plans and the Zorua was now happily chatting with Pixels. It didn't take a genius to know that it wouldn't take long for the rest of his team to hear everything. They may all be stronger than he was but they were still kids and kids loved ice cream (unless they were lactose-intolerant, of course).

Which, I mean, if we’re going full Xenofiction and being realistic, everyone here who’s above a certain age would be lactose-intolerant, while the reptile characters would likely be from the jump. ^^;

Though the fact that the money he was about to spend wasn't technically his — a majority of it was from the Professor’s sponsor — did make him feel a lot less reluctant when it came to treating his team.

The mention of ‘Professor’ threw me into a loop there, since originally I was thinking of the ones from mainline settings. Though I suppose having a benefactor whose dime you can live off of helps a lot for affording fun moments like these.

And after a quick affirmation to the two vixens, he made his way back to the pokécenter. He couldn't believe he forgot to bring his bag out. Thank god he didn't challenge anyone today, that would've been awkward if he’d won or lost and had nothing to give them.

Well, scratch that about these guys being in a PMD setting. Even if I wonder what it’s like to train a Pokémon team as a Pokémon. Must’ve made for an interesting conversation with whoever was handing out the licenses there.

He rounded the corner and up the stairs where the trainer lodge was. What was his number again? It was something like–oh wait, never mind he found it. Huh… why the hell was it open? Didn't he lock the damn thing? He thought for sure he had–eh, whatever. Wasn't like he had anything worth stealing in there.

Guess that’s a sign that one of his teammates helped themselves to whatever was in there.

“Now, where is that bag?” He flicked open the lights.

A sudden tension seized the air around him as he gazed at the sight in front of him. He blinked. Evie blinked. Silence washed over them as June took in the sight of the vixen wrapped up in a bundle of blankets, his eyes then travelled down, spotting a book with an illustration of–

“Ah! Wh-what are you doing here?” she questioned him with a blush on her cheeks, hiding the book faster than the blink of an eye.

So… was it hentai or a children’s book? /s

I mean, my assumption was the latter given the overall tone of these drabbles, but you never know.

It took a moment too long for the question to register in his head and he chuckled nervously when he realised he was staring. “I uh, was looking for my bag.” His eyes definitely did not divert to where he thought Evie was hiding that book and she definitely didn't give him a glare when he tried.

“It's over there,” she said, trying to act nonchalantly but the redness in her cheeks betrayed her.

Oh, so Evie’s literally

-ing right now.

“Right right… I'll leave ya to it, I guess.” He rushed over and took the bag while not-so subtly giving her a look. After securing the bag over his shoulders, he trotted out of the room. “Happy reading?”

“You will not speak of this to anyone, got it?”

The glare she sent him burned a thousand times hotter than anything he could produce and his only response was a nervous laugh before skedaddling away.

And thus the mystery of Evie’s shameful pleasure book shall remain a mystery to the readers.

Despite the scary encounter however, his mind couldn't help but focus on the illustration he saw.

So she likes trashy romance, eh? Though it wasn't like he would judge someone based on their taste in literature.

- snerk -

Whelp, guess there was a third option for Evie’s mortifying read there, though it was about as funny as the initial two candidates I thought you were going for.

…

Still, he didn't take her for a romantic.

Whelp, the more you know. :V

Though I’m just realizing the brown vixen mentioned in passing from the first drabble is supposed to be Evie, duly noted.

Alright, made it to the end. These were truly some bite-sized drabbles this time around, but they did a decent job at painting a fun picture of little snapshots of these characters’ lives. Also, the way that Cozy tees up Blush was a cute tie-in and made the inevitable punchline all the more worth it when it came. It does a good job of just bringing ordinary moments with your cast to life as we see them bounce off each other.

I don’t have that much to critique about these drabbles by virtue of them being very compact and lightweight. I did notice that you had a couple small typos here and there, so that’s probably worth taking some time to fix. Other than that, my only real critique is that I wish that you had given a bit more content to chew on for these drabbles, especially for providing context to readers who are jumping in out of order relative to earlier installments (since IIRC these drabbles weren’t intended to have a fixed reading order).

That’s all for now @ShiniGojira . I admittedly don’t know if I’ll be back for more of this series since time’s a bit tight and I’ve built up quite the reading list this year and I don’t want to make commitments willy-nilly. But these drabbles were a fun companion to just kick back with on a tiring night trapped indoors by the snow, and I’ll be looking forward to revisiting it and getting through the other drabbles plus whatever ones you add down the pipe sometime soon.