sable gifted me a mannequin today!!
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ofc, i lowkey gave up on the jacket but added a green outline for it lmao
kinda hard with the hair and my selection brush is broken so her hair might be a little to brown
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Mable: Can I get more funding
Volo: Well let’s see, have you personally killed god yet
Mable: …no
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OKAY DIVA ANON I got you!!!!!
This is kinda stupid and cheesy, but I hope you like it!!!!!
Mable- Apple Cider
Visiting Mable quickly became a part of your regular routine. At first, your visits were strictly for business in order to report your research. Though, at some point across your many, many visits, the two of you got more friendly, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly where that line was crossed. Discussions of research and wild zones eventually turn to conversations more personal. You told her about yourself, and, in return, she shared information about herself.
You loved talking to her.
Mable was something else, truly, and in the best of ways. She was blunt, and opinionated, but so incredibly smart. The scientist could go on and on about pokemon and their life energy, and it was interesting to listen to even if you didn’t always follow. You learned about her personal life in between less serious conversations- her father was a researcher that knew Lysandre, and her mother worked in a pokemon center.
You also learned her favorite flavor was apple. She had an apple flavored chapstick she swore by, and her perfume had a lingering tart scent.
[[MORE]]It was only natural that you thought of Mable, when you noticed a cafe introduced a spiced apple cider latte as a part of their seasonal drink line. You didn’t even know if Mable would like the drink, but you ordered it alongside your own without much hesitation. The drink was comfortably warm in your palm as you carried it to the research lab.
Mable was grumbling to herself as you stepped into her office, but you were plenty used to that. She was hunched over her desk, resting her cheek on her fist. She glanced up at you as soon as you rounded the corner, and smiled. “Ah, someone competent.”
You smiled, stepping over to her desk. “I got you something, maybe you need a pick me up?”
She peaked a brow at you. “Oh? I can’t drink in here. Don’t laugh, I’m not joking.”
“I mean, I guess they can’t have the director drunk.” You set her cup down on the mahogany desk. “No. It’s an apple cider latte, nonalcoholic.”
“Ah.” Mable immediately took the drink. She held the cup up to her nose, before taking a slow sip. You didn’t realize how tense her shoulders were until they sank. She let out a low hum of approval before taking another sip. “This is wonderful. Where did you get it?”
“Cafe Introversion was doing a new promotion. I saw that on the board outside and thought of you. Hopefully you liked it.” You hoped your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt.
“I love it.” Mable said plainly. “You…really thought of me?” Her expression was flat.
You shifted on your feet. “Well, yeah. You said you liked apples.”
“Huh.” She pressed her lips forward, and raised her brow. Sitting back in her chair, she crossed her arms over her chest, idly spinning the chair from side to side in gentle consideration. “You remembered that?”
“Yeah.”
Mable tilted her head. “You’re different, y’know? You actually give a shit about what I have to say.” She paused, her gaze darkening. “You’re not just trying to get another Master Ball out of me, are you?”
“No! I really like talking to you!” You took a step forward, shaking your head. “I enjoy our talks. Like, a lot.”
Mable just hummed again. She filled the silence by tapping her finger on the side of her cup, before taking another sip. “Did you want to try this?”
“Uh, sure?” You shrugged. Reaching forward, you opened your palm for the cup. Her lipstick was already staining the lid.
Suddenly, Mable grabbed your wrist and pulled you forward, standing up at the same time. She kissed you. She was rough as she pushed her lips on yours, one of her teeth briefly catching your bottom lip.
When she pulled away, her cheeks were pink. Her expression was almost guilty, brows raised in caution.
You stammered to respond, your heart pounding against your chest in a blissful way. Had she really just kissed you? Sure you had thought about kissing her, and more, but you never thought that she would..
“Well?” The hand on her desk drummed against the wood, but it wasn’t out of anger. Anxiety, perhaps?
“I think,” You take a deep break. “I think tha I need to try the drink again. I wasn’t sure if I liked it.”
Mable’s eyes widened, and then she smiled. She kissed you again. The kiss was rough, you wondered if she knew how to kiss gently. This time you were ready for the heated kiss, though, and returned with as much fever as you could, wrapping your arms around her neck.
“Hm,” Mable let out a shaky sigh into your lips. “I think you taste better than the latte. Let me run a few more tests, though.”
You ended up spending a few hours in the lab that day. When you left, all you could taste was apple cider on your lips.
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Secret Santa Fic: Mable x GN Reader
Merry Christmas to @houndenny!! I’m your secret Santa!!!!
For your love for Mable. I hope you enjoy this!!
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[[MORE]]You weren’t a shy person. You handled negotiations, dangerous research, and people far more intimidating than most without blinking. You could stand your ground. Speak your mind. Walk into a room like you belonged there.
None of that helped when it came to Mabel.
She was leaning against the edge of her desk when you stepped into her workspace—coat off, sleeves rolled, hair just messy enough to look intentional. She looked up from her notes and gave you a brief, assessing glance that somehow lingered longer than it should have.
“Ah,” Mabel said. “Perfect timing.”
You straightened. This is it. You can do this.
“I wanted to thank you,” she continued, tapping a screen to close out a report. “Your notes on Meganium pollen dispersion and Falinks armor maintenance were thorough. You caught inconsistencies my models missed.”
Your brain stalled.
“That’s, uh…of course,” you said. “Happy to help.”
She nodded once, satisfied. “You’ve been consistent. Reliable.” A pause. “I appreciate that.”
Your heart kicked up a notch.
“I have my work cut out for me reviewing your results. Anyway, Merry Christmas,” Mabel added, already turning back to her desk.
There it was. The opening. The moment.
You opened your mouth—
—and absolutely nothing came out.
Mabel glanced back at you. “…Something else?”
You panicked. “Nope. All good. Just, uh…seasonal…thinking.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly—not suspicious, just curious. “You sure?”
“Yes. Totally.”
She watched you for another beat, then shrugged. “Alright. Enjoy the holiday.”
You left the room feeling like you’d just lost a battle you hadn’t even fought.
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You found Grisham and Griselle mid-shift at Café Nouveau Truck No. 1, steam rising as Grisham handed off drinks with his usual calm efficiency.
“I need help,” you said immediately.
Griselle’s head snapped toward you. “Ohhh, this is already my favorite customer interaction today.”
Grisham shot Griselle a disapproving look before turning to you. “Are you alright?”
“It’s Mabel,” you admitted. “I’m trying to confess. And I keep failing.”
Griselle gasped dramatically. “You? Folding under pressure? Incredible.”
“I don’t fold,” you protested. “I…stall?”
“Same thing,” she said cheerfully. “Alright. Only one way to do this. Pretend I’m Mabel.”
Grisham frowned. “Griselle, you don’t have to—”
Too late.
Griselle straightened, crossed her arms, and adopted a flat expression. “You have five minutes. Make it efficient.”
You stared at her. “…That’s not helping.”
“Wrong,” she said smugly. “That’s exactly how she talks.”
Grisham sighed. “Perhaps be a little less harsh.”
Griselle leaned closer. “You’re wasting time.”
You took a breath. “Mabel, I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. I think you’re—”
Griselle scoffed. “That’s it? That’s the opening? Wow. She’s going to eat you alive.”
You groaned. “This is why I didn’t want to do this.”
Griselle leaned in, voice sharp. “Try again. Less rambling. More spine.”
“I…okay—Mabel, I respect you and—”
“Too formal,” Griselle snapped.
“You didn’t even let me finish!”
“You sound like a resignation letter!”
You cracked. “She’s intimidating, and hot, and I freeze, okay?”
Griselle gave you a deadpanned look. “Yeah, you’re dead.”
Grisham cleared his throat gently. “She’s not wrong about one thing,” he said, offering you a cup. “Mabel values honesty. And competence. You already have one of those.”
You looked at him. “…Just one?”
He smiled faintly. “You’re selling yourself short.”
Griselle rolled her eyes. “Great. Now I’m rooting for you. Gross.”
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You found Corbeau reviewing syndicate reports in silence, posture immaculate as always. He listened without interrupting.
When you finished, he folded his hands. “You need to control the variables.”
“…Like a contract?”
“Timing,” Corbeau said. “Setting. Intent. You don’t confess feelings casually. You present them.”
“Like a proposal?”
“Like a negotiation,” he corrected. “Know what you want. Say it once. Mean it.”
You hesitated. “What if I mess it up?”
He tilted his head. “Then you’ll still have acted. That matters.”
After a pause, he added, almost dryly, “Though if you wish to soften the approach—you could invite her somewhere private. Wine. Candlelight.”
You stared. “You’re somehow making this romantic and terrifying.”
He allowed the faintest smile. “Good.”
You backed away slowly. “Actually, nevermind. You’re making this worse.”
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By dinner, you were visibly unraveling. Someone—Urbain, naturally—noticed.
“You look like you’re about to challenge two mega evolved Crabonimable by yourself,” Urbain said. “Everything okay?”
You explained.
When you were finished Urbain leaned back, thoughtful. “Why don’t you just be yourself?”
You groaned. “That’s not advice. That’s a slogan.”
He shrugged. “If Mabel’s interested, she’s not waiting for a performance. She’s just waiting for you.”
Something about that settled in your chest.
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Your phone rang the next morning. Mabel’s name lit up the screen.
“I’m sorry to call you in on a holiday,” she said, voice calm. “I have another research task for you.“
“Of course,” you replied. “I’ll be right there.”
Her office was quieter than usual. Sunlight filtered through the windows, soft and pale. Mabel stood near a console, coat already on.
“I apologize for calling you in on Christmas,” she said calmly. “I have a follow-up Pokémon task—observational, not urgent. You can start anytime after the New Year.”
She turned around to her laptop on her desk. "I’ll send the details later. But for now, enjoy the holiday. You’ve earned it.”
This was it. It was now or never.
You took a breath.
"Mabel.”
It was your tone that caused her to look up at you, her teal blue eyes meeting yours.
“I—” You stopped. Then started again. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. And I know you’re busy and intimidating, and you’re drop dead gorgeous, but—”
You paused as Mable rested her chin in her hand, her brows slightly lifted.
You rushed on, heart pounding. “But I wanted to ask. Would you…would you spend Christmas with me?”
First there was silence.
You held your breath, wondering if you made a mistake. Your heart pounded so hard in your chest, you could feel like in your ears.
Slowly, Mabels’ cherry red lips turned upwards in a smile. Not surprised. Not startled.
Sly.
“I was wondering when you’d ask,” she said. “I don’t wait around forever, you know.”
“Y-y-you knew??”
She scribbled something down and slid it across the desk.
Her address.
“How about dinner at my place? You can bring the wine,” Mabel suggested. With a playful wink she add, “I’m partial to red. Perhaps a bottle or two?”
You picked up the paper, stunned and elated all at once.
“Merry Christmas,” she said, turning to tap away on her laptop, a smirk on her face.
“Merry Christmas,” you echoed.
You made your way to the door, before turning around.
“Do you have plans for New Years?”
Mabel gazed at you over her computer screen.
“Well, I suppose that will depend on your performance tonight.”
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something i find super interesting is that it’s much easier to tell how the mc (in this case paxton) feels towards someone in the italian translation of legends za compared to the english translation
paxton speaks rather formally towards corbeau in a way that sometimes comes off as aloof, but also just a sign of respect (despite the way corbeau speaks so casually, paxton still speaks formally)
“you (formal) as well, mr. corbeau?” (polite and formal)
but despite the formality he still isn’t really afraid to push boundaries. it’s a good showcase of his personality
“don’t you (formal) have better things to do?” (blunt yet still formal)
meanwhile towards someone like mable he speaks very bluntly and rude, despite the fact she probably deserves at least a LITTLE bit of respect…
“if you tell me (informal), this’ll be over with sooner” (blunt and impatient)
“if you (informal) have nothing else to do…” (blunt and direct)
i find the comparison between these two specifically to be interesting because despite the fact they are both technically “above him” and would deserve respect, he speaks completely differently
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ALTThis is half designed for a half written fic, but I feel bad for Mable having her villian outfit being so hideous and made her a new one that is based on houndoom instead.
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10 Years and 20 Seconds
Mable sighed and updated her tablet. The research Team MZ was conducting for her and Corbeau was an almost constant stream of information and data. Emma had commandered the other half of her office, linking every portal sighting with red string on a corkboard map.
“They primarily stay around the tower.” The detective stood back to observe her handiwork. “A few offshoots close to the city walls, but yeah… primarily centralized. Have the men finished things on their end?”
“With Hoopa’s limited timeframe, it’s hard to collect proper data in each portal pocket. It all looks like… jumbled jigsaw puzzles.” More taps on her tablet. “Plus, Phillipe texted me that they keep getting interrupted.”
“By who?”
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“You’re a persistant thorn in my side.” Corbeau kept his hands carefully interlocked on the desk. “Letters, spam calls, and now just barging in? Things too boring back home? Have to meddle in another region’s affairs?”
“Mags said you were the last point of contact. Sage hasn’t responded to my letters, isn’t responding to texts, and has fully dropped off the map.” Nessa tightened her grip on her totebag. “So where are they?”
His temple twitched. “Maybe they don’t want to talk to you? Your relationship ended quite a while ago-”
Grit teeth. “I’m well aware of our current dynamic-”
“Yet you still sport that topaz ring.” Corbeau pointed to Nessa’s hand. “Right beneath your new engagement ring, too- congrats, by the way. Does your fiance know you’re here looking for an ex?Can’t be a good look for-”
“You’re stalling. You have no idea where Sage is.” Teal eyes glanced around the room at half-obscured data maps. “You’re just as lost as I am.”
If Corbeau was surprised by her observation, he didn’t show it. He’s been in this business too long to let one sentence crack his facade. The silence stretched for too long as both parties stared each other down. Maybe stubborn-natured people were Sage’s type.
Nessa broke eye contact first. She set her bag on the desk and began rummaging. “I can help-”
“Kalosian affairs have no need of Galarian assistance-”
“Sage is Galarian, remember?” A smirk. “Would be terrible news if our respective governments learned of missing prominent figures, no?”
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“oh yeah we had this super powerful Pokemon but then we forgor💀” girl what???
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“Look at me, Princess.”
Emma shuddered as Mable’s finger traced her jawline. A gentle force tilted it up, making her look directly into those hauntingly beautiful eyes.
“Aw. You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” Mable pecked the detective’s blushing cheeks. “Tell me, have you deduced what this is between us? I love this story, truly, but I wonder what page you’re on?”
Voice cracked. “I… Mable…”
“You know all about my past, yet you still came up to my office so late….” her finger traced down Emma’s chest, finding purchase right on her sternum. “This is chemistry, is iy not?”
Gloves hands gripped the scientists face, suddenly pulling her down into a fierce kiss. Mable couldn’t help but grin. Mouths and hands explored new territory. Gasps of air immediately silenced by more skin on skin.
Emma felt her back press agains t the wall. She was so glad the Lab was closed tonight.
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absolutely incredible paxton characterization in the mewtwo event. what the hell is wrong with him
