“Aw, that’s sweet. Did your brother give you that pangoro? Where did you get him?”
“Are you a patronizing fuckbag, or do you not know where pangoros come from? I got a pancham and raised it.”

Felicity Felix has a chip on her shoulder from a lifetime of people who think they mean well trying to coddle her a bit too much. She’s got mobility issues and can’t walk very far; so, the pancham that she diligently raised evolved into a pangoro that carries her around wherever she needs to go. He usually carries her so that she sits on one of his arms, but if she needs to get a better view of the field or if someone is annoying her she’ll sit on his shoulders.

For that reason, he’s technically a part of her team but is never actually in pokemon battles anymore; she’s effectively capped at 5 pokemon. However, she’s determined to make it work, even if her pokemon adventure is fueled almost entirely by spite and energy drinks.

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Some random thoughts:
- I did not draw that background; it’s a screenshot. Just saying. Don’t sue me. xD
- I get the feeling that Spikemuth is the most likely to try to make something accessible.
- I write a lot of stories about people with disabilities and I have nooo idea why that could be. Ahem.
- I should be using my lunch break for something more productive than posting this, but I’m not.
- I should be working on existing stories instead of thinking of new ones. Not doing that, either.

Thinking of using the Pokemon Sword storyline and adding in an MC for a fanfic, much the same way that I did Obey Me. I actually did it one other time for Pokemon X, but I just realized that I didn’t move that over from my old account. Oops? Maybe now is a good time to freshen it up a bit and upload it again.