#also is related to professor oak or not because it's literally never explained

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So I finally installed the free version of Pokemon Home yesterday to trade for Violet version exclusives via the GTS. and the game's like "alright here's the professor who'll be helping you!" and I'm clicking A like whatever. and absolutely nothing could've braced me for seeing the fucker pop up on screen

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Imagine: What’s The Harm In Staying?

Requested by Anon. Includes: Anna-Marie D’Ancanto (Rogue) x Male!Reader Request:  · Ahh, no worries.How about Rogue x Male Reader then? Reader is the son of Jean and Cyclops from the future? Sorta like Cable, and the reader has the same abilities as in the previous request, and is introduced to rogue by Jean and Scott as their son from the future and she instantly has a crush on him. They later get to know each other and fall in love but when the reader has to go back to his timeline, Rogue persuades him to stay with her and the others, then they get married at the X-Mansion. Ability/Abilities: 1) Reality-Warping-Ability to change or manipulate reality itself. 2) Reincarnation-Ability to pass one’s spirit/soul into another body after death. Also allowing one to be reincarnated into any era or parallel world as well as retaining all memories, experience, wisdom, skills, knowledge and powers of their past lives.

Note: this was kinda a weird one to write bc I didn't know how to write it and incorporate both abilities. But I tried. I know it's not that good, but I really didn't know how to go about writing it.

I NEVER REALLY MENTIONED HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED SINCE YOU GOT TO THE MANSION TO THE TIME AT THE END, BUT JUST ASSUME A FEW YEARS HAVE PASSED AT LEAST

Note revised December 17th: when I first started writing this, I hated everything I wrote, in fact, I dreaded going back to the document to even look at it, but, after I scrapped like 9 different versions, I kinda started to like it??? Don't get me wrong, it's still pretty terrible, I haven't written anything non-uni related for a while, so I'm kinda rusty, but it's relatively okay?? Also, it's longer than I thought it was going to be.

Note revised February 16th: so, I'm still writing this, huh?

Note revised February 27th: I've finished, but I'm going to read over and edit what I can. It's probably a real mess, things probably don't make sense, but hey, is that not literally how everything I write ends up, unreadable and a train wreck??

It is also 13 pages

    Both of your parents stared at you in disbelief, and you couldn't exactly blame them. Only a few moments prior, you had explained to them that you were their son, granted you had explained to them that you were their son from the future who had the ability to be reincarnated and sent in any direction in time, as well as being sent to any parallel world, but you were still their son nonetheless. Jean, your mother, had stepped back slightly until she was able to sit back against the sturdy oak desk behind herself, her hands clutching the edge of it as her eyes scanned over your figure. Scott, your father, on the other hand, had his arms crossed over his chest, and a scowl was firmly set on his face. The wrinkle in his forehead deepened further as his eyebrows had furrowed, and, although you couldn't see his eyes, you were sure he was glaring at you. Again, you couldn't blame him. If a random stranger, who looked nothing like you or your significant other, had come up to you and told you that they were your child from the future, or even from a parallel world, you wouldn't believe them. Even if said stranger did look vaguely like you or your significant other, it still wouldn't be something that you would believe—they could have been delusional for all you knew.

    While standing in silence for a few moments, there was an odd pressure behind your eyes for only a few seconds before it disappeared. After squeezing your eyes shut, having lowered your head to look at the ground, you groaned, remembering where you had felt the pressure before. "Mum, could you get out of my head for a second? I hate it when you do this."

    In an instant, the pressure was gone and you looked back up. Jean, who sucked in a deep breath, had left out a soft laugh, a smile spreading across her face. "How—?"

    "Like I said, I'm your son, even back in my world you had the habit of going into my mind, made it harder to lie to you when you could just see if I was telling the truth or not."

    "So, it's all true?"

    "Wouldn't have said it if it wasn't."

    "Okay, so let me get this straight," your father, Scott, uncrossed his right arm from across his chest to hold out in front of his body as if it would help weigh down the facts you had told him before and keep them there as a steady foundation. "You're our son, from the future and you time travelled—"

    "No."

    "No?"

    "I didn't time travel, per see."

    "What the hell does that mean?"

    "I am your son, from the future, you got that bit right. But I have the ability to reincarnate, and sometimes, when my spirit is being pulled into another body, I'm sent to a different era and sometimes, a parallel universe, which has happened this time."

    Scott stared at you, occasionally turning his head to look at Jean, who hadn't stopped staring at you with a glint in her eye, before turning back to you, his right hand still out in front of himself, although he wasn't moving it like before. "And you're here to warn us about the future?"

    "A possible future, like I said before, it might not happen, but there is a chance that—"

    "Professor? I have a—" The door opened, and you turned around, both of your parents had also looked away from you and to the door where a girl, with strands of pure white hair, had stepped halfway into the room, her eyes widened and fixated on you. "Oh!"

    "Rogue, t-this is our son, from the future," Jean broke the silence, her voice still filled with awe.

    Awkwardly, you waved, just wanting to fill your parents in on everything that was happening—or will possibly be happening—before you had died and ultimately reincarnated, without any interruptions. "Hi," you said bluntly, forcing a smile. Rogue, undoubtedly a name that she wasn't born with, had a faint smile as she waved back, mouthing the same words back to you as if all the air had been sucked out of her.

    She continued to stare at you for a while longer before you cleared your throat and she jumped, blinking at the same time before she looked over at your mother and muttered, "I'll come back at a different time, sorry for interrupting."

    After that, the door closed. With a slight shake of your head, you turned back to look at your parents. Of course, someone just had to interrupt this crucial moment. Jean had given you a pointed look—one you were oh-so-familiar with—and you gulped, placing your hands in the pockets of your jacket. Scott, on the other hand, had cocked his head to the side, still sizing you up, despite clearly seeing you, his son, displaying the same behavioural traits he had when he met Jean. Scott shifted on his feet. "What else can you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Scott failed to notice the smile on Jean's face when she realised he was subconsciously taking an interest in his own child.

    With a shrug, you replied, "Reality warping, although I'm not that good at it."

    "So, what does that mean?"

    "I mean, there are different subcomponents. Like, true illusion, turning illusions into reality, or wish-granting, controlling reality by granting wishes, or—"

    "Like a genie?"

    "Dad."

    "Sorry."

    "I can basically break the laws of physics, but, as I said before, I'm not that good at it. It's another type of ability to manipulate matter, like telekinesis… so, Mum's ability. I mainly take after Mum with my powers, as they're more like hers, and because she's more powerful. Which means I don't have to wear sunglasses all the time like you, no offence, Dad."

    "Gee, none taken."

    "So, you believe him now?" Jean interrupted, turning her head to look at Scott, her smile now stretched into a grin.

    "What?" He raised an eyebrow, only turning his head slightly towards her, but not fully taking his eyes off of you.

    "He called you Dad and you didn't even care."

    Scott tore his eyes away from you and looked at Jean, he shoved his left hand out towards you, palm facing up as it jutted out at you accusingly. "I was more concerned over the fact that he insulted me, Jean!"

    "He called you Dad before the insult."

    Scott stayed silent, clenching his fists. "Damnit."

    With the nod of your head and a slight smile, you brought your hands back out of your pockets and clapped them together before rubbing the palms of your hands against one another. "Alright, so, Dad's on board with the whole 'me being his son' thing as well, cool, this is now going a bit faster than before, which is good because I could die soon and then you could end up dying because I never got to warn you…"

    "Hey!" Scott yelled, causing you to stop rambling abruptly.

    "Sorry," you mumbled.

    Jean pushed off of the desk and stepped towards you, placing her hands on your upper arms, squeezing gently. "Just take a deep breath in." She waiting until you inhaled deeply. "And breathe out." She smiled as you did. "Now, tell us from the beginning what happened before you died."

-

    Rogue—or, Marie, as she had previously mentioned in a nervous, yet, off-handed, comment a while back, that it was what she would have preferred you to have called her instead—had been staring at you from across the room. You were sure that she was trying to be subtle about it, but you could feel her eyes on you as you tried to eat your bowl of cereal while listening to your mother ramble on about something to a group of other students. It was getting out of hand. Her gaze seemed to find and linger on you every time you entered a room. You were sure your father would have made a comment saying that you should enjoy the attention or something along those lines, but he was clueless, and definitely not someone you should go to when it came to other people or relationships, that job fell on Jean. However, she was busy at the moment, and you honestly just wanted to finish your cereal before you continued your training with her.

    While caught up in your own head, thinking about how bad your father was when it came to acting like, and being, a dad, apparently Marie had taken it upon herself to move closer to you as she made her way over to where you were, at the back of the room, while you leaned back against the wall. There was already a blush on her face as she smiled a nervous, toothy grin. "Hey," she greeted in a shy tone, while you simply nodded, considering as your mouth was full of cereal. "We haven't really spoken much since you got here," she pointed out.

    After chewing slowly, and swallowing the cereal, you nodded again. "Yeah, I know."

    Marie's smile faltered slightly and it now seemed more forced. It wasn't like you were trying to be cold to her on purpose, you just didn't have a clue how to act—thanks, Dad. It also didn't help that you didn't really know her that well. She was still a stranger to you, you had only met three weeks ago, and occasionally saw her once or twice a day in passing. You had to hand it to her for trying, at least, it was more than what you could say that you were doing—again, not on purpose. She cleared her throat, glancing at the front of the room where the rest of the students were filing out of the room before she turned back to look at the ground in front of the both of you.

    "Mostly because Mum's been hogging me, you know, excited to meet her kid that she didn't know she was going to have…" you commented, catching her attention immediately, as you tried to repair the already awkward moment, but you seemed to have only made it worse. "That… came out weird."

    Marie laughed to herself and looked down, tucking her white hair behind her ear with her gloved hand. "It's okay, I don't blame her," she mumbled quietly, but not quite enough to where you couldn't pick up on it.

    "That, and Dad had been trying to force me to do magic tricks and grant him wishes like a genie. He still doesn't really understand what my version of reality-warping is, but I give him credit for effort, I guess."

    That time, Marie laughed a bit louder and slightly harder than before.

    "Also, sleeping takes up quite a bit of my day, and showering…"

    "Oh."

    "Not that I'm doing anything while I'm in the shower! I mean, I am, but I'm not like… I'm just… I'm going to shut up, that's what I'm going to do."

    Her cheeks flared an even darker hue of red listening to you ramble, and you were fairly certain that yours had matched. Before you looked down at the bowl in your hand—and noticed that your cereal was now a clump of tasteless mush—you saw her chew the inside of her mouth, trying to stop the smile from growing on her face.

    "In an effort to try and redeem what very little reputation I have left, we, uh, we should plan to meet up and get to know each other. I'm not sure how long I'll be here, but it'll be nice to hang out with someone who isn't my parent… I'm not painting myself out to be cool in any way here, am I? I'm just making myself out to be a freak whose only friends are his parents," you rambled, wishing that you had the ability to know when to shut the hell up and stop digging yourself further into your own grave.

    While Marie's gaze moved from the ground and towards your face, she grinned, lifting her head, as if your embarrassment gave her some sort of confidence boost in knowing that she wasn't the only one who was socially inept at that moment. "Yeah! I'd like that. And, don't worry, I don't think you're a freak, not even close."

-

    There were broken pistachio shells lightly scattered about the kitchen island where both you and Marie were sitting. The two of you were sitting just slightly away from some of the others, including Bobby and Kitty, who were at the larger kitchen table, closer to the window. The larger group often roped the two of you into the conversations that they were having, but you ultimately kept to yourselves, talking quietly to one another, where only the two of you could hear each other. The half-drunk bottles of beer in front of you were now room temperature and had been untouched for almost half an hour, almost completely forgotten about—which wasn't that much of a shame considering as they weren't that good, and seemed to be some sort of knock-off brand from what you were used to, back in your original universe. As Marie lifted her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, you could feel the material of her cardigan against your skin. She was practically glued to your side—as were you to her most of the time—and people seemed to take notice, including Bobby.

    "Hey!" Bobby called out, catching your attention, as well as Marie's, as you both turned your heads to the side to look at him, to see what it was that he wanted. "Do either of you want to join us here at the table? We're playing cards, we promise we won't cheat," he commented, his eyes glancing over at you momentarily before landing back on Marie.

    Marie shook her head. "No, thanks, I'm not in the mood to play cards, thanks for offering though," she declined politely, turning back to the table, picking up her beer bottle which was still three-quarters full. You glanced over at her, your head still turned to look back at Bobby.

    "Do you want me to cool that down for you?" He asked her before you could even respond to his first question, and you looked away from Marie and back over at him.

    "No, thanks," she pressed on without looking back at him. "But thanks for offering."

    "We're alright, Bobby. Enjoy your game," you quickly added on, forcing a friendly-looking smile at him before you turned back towards the bowl of pistachios.

    "Okay…" Bobby mockingly sang quietly.

    You weren't sure if he was trying to start something or not, but you ignored him and glanced at Marie as she took a sip. "Back in my original universe, this stuff was a lot better, granted it also had a slightly different name as well. It's just a shame that I couldn't have brought any with me, I think you would have liked it."

    Marie looked at you, with the top of her bottle resting on her bottom lip and she smiled, which spread into a grin. "Is that your way of telling me you'd take me out for drinks?" She asked quietly, placing her bottle back down on the countertop. "You know—"

    "You know," Bobby interrupted and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and look back at him, noticing his eyes were trained on his cards. "If you miss your original universe so much, then, you know, you're free to leave and go back." He turned his head away from his cards and looked at you, staring at you with a challenging look. That seemed to hit home. You knew that one day you would have to leave, you couldn't stay in this universe forever, you'd have to go back to your original one at some point—granted you'd never truly be yourself again, only reincarnations. The fact you had stayed in this universe for as long as you have, was probably having some sort of negative effect, but you weren't sure what it was. Bobby raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for some sort of response, but you couldn't give him one. You looked away from him, staring at Marie's shoulder, not wanting to fully look at her face, just in case she was upset by what Bobby had said, you wouldn't have been able to take it. All you could think about was the fact that you would have to leave, and you would have to say goodbye to your parents, your new friends, and Marie. Just the thought of that alone had made you want to throw up.

    "Why don't you focus on your card game, Bobby, I'm pretty sure you're losing," Marie commented as she slid off her chair and stood up. "If us being here is so much of a distraction for you, then we'll leave." She held her gloved hand out to you and smiled once she felt the warmth of your hand through the material and felt your grip tightening around her's. "Let's go," she mumbled, pulling you out of the room once you got off the stool and stepped closer to her. "Have fun with your card game guys!" She called out before the door to the kitchen closed behind you. Once in the dark corridor, she let go of your hand quickly. "Sorry about that," she mumbled, not quite looking you in the eyes.

    With a small smile and a burning feeling across your cheeks, you reached out and took hold of her hand again. "That's alright, I don't mind." She bit her lip as she smiled, shyly glancing up at you before she leaned her head against your arm, hiding her face. "So," you started, trying to ignore the fact that one day you would have to say goodbye to her and leave her. "Where should we go?"

-

    Marie ducked her head underneath your arm as you sat on a sofa in one of the common rooms, her gloved hand had lifted your arm, causing you to look away from the pages of your book and over at her. She smiled to herself and she got comfortable and rested her head against you, opting to just stare at the tv instead of giving in to her desire to look back up at you like she wanted to. A smile spread across your face as you bookmarked the page and set the book down, pulling her closer to your body. It was the middle of the day, but everyone else had decided to either go outside—as the weather was nice, for once—or to just stay in and hang out in each other's rooms, you were sure that there were some down at the gym or training, but only Marie and yourself were making most of the fact that the younger students weren't hogging the tv like they usually would have.

    "I have no idea what is going on," you admitted after ten minutes of watching the show in silence.

    "You're kidding?" She pulled away from you and stared at you like you had grown another head—which, with your reality-warping training, you might have actually been able to do, as an illusion of course.

    "I'm really not," you shook your head, looking at her.

    "How do you not? The whole plot has basically been explained like three minutes ago!"

    You raised your hands in surrender, your cheeks beginning to feel warm, and no doubt going red, as you mumbled, "I was honestly just watching you watch the show, I wasn't paying attention."

    Marie's eyes glanced down from your eyes and to your cheeks before lifting again. "Are you blushing?" She teased.

    "Okay!" You dropped your hands and stood up, not really wanting to be embarrassed by her, but she quickly grabbed your arm and stood up with you.

    "No, wait," she spoke quickly with a light laugh. "I think it's cute."

    With a groan you tilted your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. "I don't really want to be 'cute', Marie."

    "But you are cute," she argued with a grin, pulling you back towards her, where she pulled you back down to the sofa, "which is why I don't mind telling you what has happened so far, but, this time, you better pay attention to the show and not me, deal?" She held her pinkie finger up, still teasing you.

    "I make no promises."

-

    In front of you, there was a large, enclosed, tank filled with brightly coloured coral—with colours you had never even seen before in your original universe—and almost unrecognisable fish, which seemed to glow in contrast to the dark—almost pitch-black—water. Some of the students were taken on a field trip, which you ended up going on as well after Marie pouted and begged for around all of twenty seconds before you caved and agreed to go with her, which annoyed you slightly. It wasn't as if you didn't want to go with her, it was the fact that she didn't have to try very hard to get you to agree to go with her. She definitely had some sort of hold over you, but you weren't going to complain about the fact that she wanted to spend time with you, and she wasn't bored or embarrassed by you or the things you did. You were planning on soaking up every second you could with her before you had to ultimately leave her. As you stared into the dark tank, Marie's arms were wrapped around your middle while her head rested on your chest. You were certain that she could hear the beating of your heart as her ear was pressed against you.

    "This is nice," she hummed, squeezing you gently.

    "I can barely see anything," you replied, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, squeezing her back, while your other hand was shoved in your trouser pocket.

    "I'm not talking about the fish."

    "Oh!"

    "I'm talking about getting to spend some time with you away from the school," she continued, moving her head so she could look up at you with her chin resting on your chest instead.

    "I knew that."

    Marie laughed lightly, smiling up at you. "No, you didn't."

    "No, I didn't. But I do agree that this is a much nicer place to be with you than the school, or the arcade that had really sticky carpets, or that restaurant that had really stale bread sticks."

    Marie pulled away from you slightly, gripping the material of your jacket as she grinned. "Wait, so, does this count as our first official date or something then?"

    "It's more like our seventh, but, yeah, it can be."

-

    Jean had left you alone in the danger room almost three hours ago, you had spent most of the day with her, learning to control your reality-warping ability, considering as it was the only ability she could actually help you with that didn't involve you dying or being pulled to different time periods or parallel universes. Training started off small, focusing on changing the way objects looked, to how they functioned, then moving on to altering your own appearance, to bringing things into existence. It was tiring, but seeing the proud look on your mother's face, getting to spend time with her and getting to know more about who she was in this universe was the most rewarding part of it all. Sure, being able to make a cartoon looking bird appear out of nowhere was cool and all, but showing your father the trick was even better. Scott still tried to ask for wishes as if you were a genie, but at least the demands began to be a little bit more reasonable, as making him seven-foot-tall with a jet pack wasn't exactly doable. Only your parents had seen the extent to which your abilities had now gone, but you wanted to show Marie. She was an important part of your life, and you wanted her to be a part of your accomplishments as well, even if it was just showing her a purple elephant the size of a squirrel.

    "Hey, I've been looking for you," Marie spoke up from the doors of the room, catching your full attention.

    With a smile, you watched her make her way down the steps and to the middle of the room where you stood. "Sorry about that, I guess I kinda forgot to keep track of the time."

    She shrugged, smiling back at you. "That's alright, I made sure to keep some food for us for dinner, I mean, it's not much, but we can go heat it up now if you're hungry." She pointed her thumb behind herself at the doors, tilting her head.

    "In a minute, I want to show you something first."

    Marie noticed your nervousness and lowered her hand, furrowing her eyebrows. "Okay?" She quickly took hold of your hands, trying to ease your nerves, stepping just a little bit closer.

    "Just bear with me for a second," you mumbled

    Soon, the grey walls of the danger room began to fade hazily, being replaced by darkness. Marie looked around and squeezed your hands, watching as it replaced almost every inch of the ceiling and walls before it met the floor, where, instead of darkness, it looked like grass began to sprout up out of the floor. As it began to inch its way towards your feet, she looked up at you, catching a glimpse of speckled, twinkling lights behind you in the darkness, all the way up, until, in one of the corners—or where one of the corners would be—there was a hazy sphere of light, soon emerging into a clear moon. Her gaze was soon captured by what looked like a shooting star. A smile lifted the corners of her lips before she let out a small laugh, looking back down at you before looking around, noticing the darkness was replaced by a park scenery. Marie furrowed her eyebrows again and looked at you, waiting for you to say something.

    "I, uh, I remember you mentioned something about a park, at night, under the stars, I'm pretty sure it was a reference to a movie that you made us watch, but I'm sure you're well aware by now that I never watch the movies, I can only keep my eyes on you, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to end up here at the same time as you."

    Marie nodded slowly and bit her bottom lip, trying to stop her smile from turning into a toothy grin.

    "And I remembered how you said you wanted to go out and have a picnic, but we have a curfew and it probably wouldn't be safe for us to go out at night, which sucks, so, I thought, if we couldn't go out and have a picnic under the stars, I'd bring the stars and picnic to us."

    Her eyes began to water as she looked around, glancing down at the pink and red checkered picnic blanket now underneath your shoes, with a light brown, rectangular basket and some drinks laid out. "How are you able to do all this?" She asked sniffing, wiping one of her tears away with her gloved hand.

    "I've been practising with Mum. At first, everything was just an illusion, the food and drinks weren't corporeal, but, with a little extra work early in the mornings and late at night," you began, leaning down to open the basket, pulling out a fresh strawberry before you stood back up and held it out in front of you, "it became real."

    Marie glanced at you sceptically before hesitantly leaning forward, taking a small bite out of the fruit, her eyes widened as she began to chew. "No way!"

    "Good, right?" You grinned.

    She nodded but quickly furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Why did you do all of this, don't get me wrong, it's amazing and I love it, but why?"

    "Because I love you," you admitted, lightly shrugging your shoulders.

    Her eyes widened and she smiled softly, her eyes being inning to tear again. "I love you, too."

    "So," you said with a sniff, feeling yourself becoming emotional as well, "how about that picnic under the stars?"

    She nodded her head again and grinned, wrapping her arms around you, squeezing. You laughed lightly and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, savouring every moment you had with her like it was your last because you never knew when it would be. Marie pulled away and sat down, opening the—now dark brown and circular—basket to look inside, pulling things out—to lay on the, now, white and orange blanket. As you slowly sat opposite her, you tried to ignore the anxiety you felt about how staying here and using your abilities to this extent was altering the timeline, and possibly causing other timelines to malfunction and go off course. It had been in the back of your mind the moment you ended up here, but now, seeing who would be left behind and affected by the shift was causing a pressure to sit on your chest heavily.

-

    The door to the office you had hidden yourself away in opened and closed as someone—who you knew was Marie from the sound of her unique footsteps—walked in and allowed the door to slowly close itself. It wasn't as if you had hidden very well, you were in the office you had first met Marie in, she was bound to find you at some point. The heavy pressure in your chest sank deeper and deeper until you were sure your chest was about to concave inwards. Things had begun to change, colours began to look different the longer you had stayed, certain shapes had begun to change, but only you had taken much notice of it. Sounds had started to shift into different tones. You weren't entirely sure if these changes were only noticeable to you, considering as you weren't from the same timeline as everyone else, but you were also unsure if that would stay that way. You refused to be the demise of someone else's universe; the weight of that burden would be too much.

    "There you are," she commented with a light laugh, making her way over to where you sat with your head in your hands. "Are you okay?" Her concerned voice caused you to drop your hands from your head, but you couldn't bring yourself to fully look up at her, you couldn't only faintly see her face as you stared at the wall in front of you.

    With a quiet voice, one filled with sadness and regret, you replied, "I have to go."

    "Go where?" She asked with a confused look on her face, but her smile was still there. Her fingers pushed some of your hair from your face as your head tilted back to look up at her when her hand stopped just above the nape of your neck.

    There was a lump in your throat that you forced yourself to swallow back down. "To my original timeline." Her smile dropped from her face, and a heavy pressure started to crush your chest. "If I don't, there could be consequences. I've never stayed in a parallel world for long, I always end up going back, I don't want to alter any future by staying."

    "But I thought you said you had died?"

    You lightly shook your head, knowing you never really explained the extent of your abilities to her in detail before. "I'll be reincarnated, Marie. I've done it before, I can do it again."

    "But… how? Couldn't you stay? Would it really be bad if you stayed?"

    "I don't know, I'm not even born yet in this universe. I don't know what effect I could have in this world if I stay here at the same time as being born. The world could literally cave in on itself and destroy everything, creating a black hole, which could, in turn, mess with wormholes and destroy other parallel universes or timelines."

    Marie quickly shook her head and kneeled down, resting her gloved hands on your knee, her eyes already brimming with tears. "Just stay with me, for a little while longer at least, you know until your parents start trying to have a child."

    "Marie—"

    "Please," she whispered, her bottom lip trembled, "just a little bit longer, I'm not ready to say goodbye."

    "I—"

    "If you stay and the world does cave in on itself, then, fine, I don't care, because at least I'll be by your side and you will be by mine, just, please… don't leave me just yet." Her hand moved to cup the side of your face but you stood up, trying to get the pressure that you felt to drop off, but, instead, it only followed.

    "You'd rather die than live a full life?" You asked as you turned to face her, shoving your hands in your trouser pockets to stop her from seeing them shake. Everything you felt, all the guilt and all the fear, was contradicted by the feeling of wanting and needing to stay in this timeline, to stay with Marie. It was as if she made those concerns dull and fade out like background noise.

    "My life felt as if it started the day I met you. I've only ever felt like I've been living since you've been here." She stood up, moving to stand in front of you, grabbing hold of the material of your jacket. "Besides, if the world does end then there won't be anyone alive to care." She shrugged as if wasn't a burden to think about, that the meaning behind it wasn't as heavy as it really was. But you couldn't really argue with it, especially when the only thing on your mind that truly mattered to you was the small box in your trouser pocket that held a thin, silver ring, which was a perfect size for her left-hand finger.

    "Well then, what's the harm in staying?"

[alolanrain]

Hey! It's the anon once again. I was finally able to see your post once I got the Tumblr app. I want to thank you. You and your ideas got me back in the Pokemon fandom and actually inspired me to work on my own Pokemon fanfic. I also have some questions. What do you think of Ash? Who's your favorite and least characters from each game/anime? What's your favorite pairing? Some of your favorite headcanons? Why do you hate Rose so much? (Haven't played SWSH)

I’m so happy that you were able to see it!!! And I’m happy that my work and ideas brought i you ou back! And wnsnans I CAN’T WAIT TO READ THE FIC!!!!

What do you think of Ash?

I’ve always seen myself in Ash. He reminded me of a child with severe ADHD, and me a child with severe ADHD loved having a character I can somewhat relate to than just more than girl characters. I also love how close he is with his Pokémon, and how he treats them very differently from a lot of trainers. Along with how he never actually forces them to evolve, it’s always up to them if they truly want to do that. 

What is your favorite/least favorite character from each Game/anime?

(I’ll do the games another time but I’m sticking with the Anime for now!!!)

Gen 1

Fav: Ash 👀 which is obvious

Dis: Lance surprisingly, I liked him a lot better when he showed up in Johto and during the last fight in Hoenn. But never liked him to begin with.

Gen 2

Fave: Brock, Ash actually gave me some annoyance during Gen 2 and Brocks Normal antics with pretty girls didn’t really upset me like it usually does

Dis: Misty, for the soul fact I didn’t like her voice. It reminded me to much of one of my old pre school teachers that actually hated me so I just associated Misty with her until after the Sinnoh arc

Gen 3

Fav: May, she reminded me a lot like Ash and also with having a little brother. I have two little sisters so I connected more with May

Dis: Wallace. Fuckin’ Wallace for the reason being I hated his fucking outfit 

Gen 4

Fav: Cynthia, she wanted to fight Gods and I love her

Dis: mix up between Paul and Barry for reasons very blatant

Gen 5

Fav: Ash back at it again because Cilan and Iris were to fucking annoying

Dis: Iris and Alder. It’s a tie between the two. Alder because he’s a Bumbling idiot and doesn’t deserve the title of Himbo. And I took personal offense every time Iris called Ash a kid when he ended up doing a small thing wrong or doing something that he just Dose because he’s Ash.

Gen 6

fav: Professor Sycamore, when he found out who the mask Blaziken was it made me smile a lot because the Professor also kept the secret to himself for so long

Dis: Serena, she was a good character and loved by many, I respect that. Her voice was annoying, along with Bonnie but I had a weird connection to her since my sisters loved her, and how blantant she was with Ash. Even though it was his own fault for not seeing the obvious fucking clues

Gen 7

Fav: Professor Kukui and Ash, FAMILY BOND!!!!

Dis: Faba. Do I even have to explain him?

Gen 8

(Ik, IK it’s barley even out tho)

Fav: I’m having a feeling I’ll love Marnie if she comes to the anime. But for now it’s Ash, the art style is amazing and the scene with Lugia? B L E S S

Dis: Chairman Rose and Oleana, I know their not in the anime yet but I still can’t help myself.

What’s your favorite pairing?

Its a toss up between four right now.

Palletshipping- it was literally the second ship I got into and was also another reason for me to continue watching Pokémon after Gen 1 because my friend hinted that Ash and Gary made up, somewhat, after the Johto conference. So it’s an oldy but a goodie and I enjoy a lot of smaller headcanons about them.

Originalshipping- it was, I think, my fifth ship? I loved watching my older brothers play the first Pokémon games every Christmas Eve after dinner at my dads. It was a tradition that still goes on today. But besides that, I love stoic and silent Red with blabber mouth and energetic Green. I screamed when I found out they were going to be at the battle tree in the Alola Sun and Moon game.

(I blame @hiddenbyfaeries for the next two because she talked/screamed with/at me about them)

Ash/Hau/Gladion- their cute separate and together. And Hau and Gladion has a lot of good emotions in the game while both had very good episodes with Ash in the anime. Gladion and Hau just didn’t have any together from my recollection.

Leon/Ash/Raihan- I never stated anything about this in a post. But I will clarify that I mean Leon/OLDER!Ash/Raihan, for Ash would technicaly be around 20-something if the anime would let him age up instead of staying ten. But it’s slowly climbing higher in my heart of ships.

Favorite headcanons?

- Ash is strong, crazy strong. But his body doesn’t shown it, he still has soft baby fat and slightly round edges. Yet he can still chuck you to the moon if he puts enough effort into it

- my Tattoo!AU in general, which I’ll expand later on

- Brock is still the best cook to Ash, even when he gets older and all. Brock is the best

- Gary has a natural attraction to Dark and Fairy types. So when he goes to Kalos for a few month working under Professor Sycamore he ends up getting a sylveon, shiny or not is your chose to interpret

- Cynthia likes watching Dawn during contests, just like Diantha likes watching Serena in her contests

- ^^^ Diantha was slightly sad that Serena wasn’t going to enter in the Kalos contests. But she did warn Wallace about how good Serena is and got the older man to watch some of the girls old competitions. Wallace ends up falling in love with the girl and some how ends up becoming her pseudo weird ass uncle

-^^^^ she calls up May, who Ash sent her phone number to because he doesn’t want to approach Serena yet because of the kiss, and asks about Wallace

- May: *Sighs* he unofficially adopted you?

Serena: *panicked* he’s asking me to call him Uncle Wall!?

May: *seriouse* welcome to the family, you can’t escape

- both Gary and Ash melt when you pet their hair, like really get into it and lightly scratching their skulls. Their puddles of love and whine and complain when you stop.

- this is more canon I believe than a headcanon, but Professor Oak was an Ice type trainer before becoming a Pokémon Professor. So imagine him with an Alolan Ninetails

Why do you hate Rose so much?

I don’t have SWSH either, I watched my little cousins and older brothers play it on the Tv. I had an inkling of Rose since he was first introduced before the game. Something just bagged at the back of my head and grew as more content came out. This is the first time we’re dealing with a Chairman of the League in general, it’s usuajust the Champion that you see running it (or in Alola’s case, Professor Kukui). So having an actual Chairman just set off my warnings signs and I ended up being right that he was the bad guy. Oleana also didn’t help his image to me. But I’ve also felt with people like him and they were all very condescending to me, so just seeing him made my blood fucking boil.

[square-enix-headcanons]

Ok, we have the Organization’s Pokémon teams. Now how about our main trio and the people of Radiant Garden?

(I’m gonna do BBS-versions for the Radiant Garden group, simply because I like the idea of baby Ienzo with Pokémon xD And because, logically, KH3-versions would keep several Pokémon from their Organization days)

Sora

He isn’t really drawn to a specific kind of Pokémon; he loves them all!

He especially loves playing with them, and his team kind of reflects that; they’re all pretty cheerful Pokémon

Team: Cutiefly, Furret, Spoink, Trubbish, Brionne

He can’t really pick a favorite Legendary, he pretty much likes them all!

Riku

He’s always liked Pokémon that have a certain “reliable” vibe to them

Of course, he knows that all Pokémon are reliable if you care for them, but there still are some that are more known for it than others

And since he enjoys training with them a lot, quite a few of them have evolved already

Team: Arcanine, Umbreon, Dragonair

There are several Legendaries he likes, but his favorite would be Silvally

Kairi

Kairi never really thought about what kind of Pokémon team she might want; she figured that she’d one day find one that was just right

(You know those stories of humans basically getting adopted by their cat? Something like that)

And she wasn’t really wrong; one day, she found a cardboard box with three Eevees and promptly adopted all of them. By now, they’ve evolved

Team: Leafeon, Jolteon, Espeon

It’s hard for her to pick just one favorite Legendary, but if she had to, she’d pick Shaymin

Ansem the Wise

He has a lot of Pokémon that theoretically belong to him, but aren’t part of his team

Kinda comes with being king; he runs something between a research facility, a wildlife Pokémon rehabilitation center, and an animal shelter. And the Pokémon in there are officially his, though he doesn’t see them as such

As for his own team, he doesn’t have much of a preference

Team: Alolan Ninetails, Aurorus, Gardevoir, Beautifly, Lycanroc (Dusk form), Persian

Rather than one favorite Legendary, his favorites are a pair, Latias and Latios

Apprentice Xehanort

Pokémon in general are incredibly fascinating for him

Honestly, if the whole Nobody thing didn’t happen, he’d have become the next Professor Oak. If he could, he’d have one of every species.

Obviously that’s not feasible though

He very much likes the ones with… I don’t want to say “special powers”, as that applies to all of them kinda, but the ones with powers that can’t be explained as simple attacks

(Or rather, the ones said to have them - Whether the Pokédex can be trusted is up for debate in general)

Team: Arcanine, Dragonair, Mimikyu, Shedinja

He’s fascinated by almost all Legendaries, but his favorite would be Arceus

Braig

He’s got a thing for Pokémon resembling birds of prey

That, or mischief makers

Team: Staraptor, Skarmory, Mandibuzz, Fearow, Talonflame, Zoroark

His two favorite Legendaries (If he doesn’t want to pick just one, you really can’t make him) are Zekrom and Solgaleo

Dilan

Even before he became a Nobody, he liked physically impressive Pokémon

He wasn’t too focused on them, though; and he also really liked Flying types in general

Team: Pidgeot, Tyranitar, Feraligatr, Houndoom, Ninetails, Mudbray

His favorite Legendary is Tornadus

Even

He’s fascinated by Pokémon with a big connection to civilization; obviously the ones that were created by humans, but also the ones that definitely were influenced by them

As such, he tends to have them in his team to help with his research

Team: Porygon, Voltorb, Ditto

While not his favorite Legendary per se, he’s very interested in Mewtwo. Someone make sure this man never gets Mew DNA

Aeleus

He doesn’t really have a favorite kind of Pokémon; at least, not one he could pinpoint if you ask

He does, however, have a slight tendency towards Pokémon that may start out small or weak, but evolve to a big, physically impressive Pokémon

Team: Kangaskhan, Gyarados, Hakamo-o, Volcarona, Grotle, Deino

His favorite Legendary is Zygarde

Ienzo

He only has one Pokémon, which was a gift from the other apprentices and Ansem (Of course they all help him take care of it!)

There was a lot of discussion about what kind of Pokémon would be best for little Ienzo, actually. Porygon, since it’s science related? Rockruff, as they make great and loyal companions? A Pokémon that can sense emotions, like Sylveon or Cutiefly? Something fluffy and cuddly like Furret?

They ended up deciding on Ralts, and the two very quickly bond and are never seen apart from one another

His favorite Legendary is Cosmog

Isa

He keeps his Pokémon more as companions than as a battle-team; so it’s not a full team, either

He’s taken a liking to dog-like Pokémon, though his first and favorite Pokémon is his Eevee (Not Eevees in general, but this specific one)

Team: Eevee, Lillipup, Electrike, Litten (The last one being the sister of Lea’s Torracat)

The spot as his favorite Legendary is tied between Xerneas and Lugia

Lea

Even as a kid, he liked uh. Literally playing with fire.

As such, he’s always been drawn to fire type Pokémon

If his parents allowed it, he’d probably have at least 50 of them. Sadly, they don’t, so he has to settle for a smaller team

Team: Torracat, Chimchar, Bagon

His favorite Legendary is Groudon

[myipscrapbook]

PLAQUE HUNT 2K17

After IPPP w Jennifer metsker, I gathered supplies... Lots of large newsprint sheets, masking tape, and my trusty graphite block, packed up in my portfolio, and went down to central around 2:30pm. It was time to do some plaque hunting.  

Between 2:30pm and 7:00pm, I gathered plaques. First were the two art deco plaques flanking the fountain sculpture besides Burton Tower. Two older men stopped to look at the plaques I was rubbing, whispered to each other and looked at me, but when I said hi, they both grunted and walked off. That was the closest to an interested/concerned reaction I got from anyone the whole rest of the day. 

The next plaque was the Native American Land Gift plaque. This is the plaque whose story really got me interested in plaques on campus, and their significance, and the value in noticing and interrogating what they write about. This plaque in particular relates to the nature of our founding in 1817, and perhaps our original sin as a university, the displacement of native peoples who lived here first. (See: Stumbling Blocks Exhibit)

^Stumbling Blocks exhibit last year. A Plaque for a Plaque. 

After that, I wandered closer to the center of campus. I walked by the diag and down to south university, under the engineering arch. There are quite a few plaques under and around this, but they all sort of said the same thing, and they weren't that interesting to me.

I got coffee and a muffin from espresso royale on south U, and then decided, hey, I'll do the Astronauts plaque right here. (it's not actually called the Astronauts plaque, but that's what it is.) It's amazing how much I catalogued these plaques in my memory over the past 4 years. I already had an intuition as to which plaques I most wanted to record. This one was one of them.

Then I walked back towards the diag. I recorded a strange Anvil plaque, and a Memoriam plaque for a bench.

Then I navigated to the Four Professors Monument... A monument that is tucked behind the library, off the beaten path, in plain sight but always overlooked. It commemorates the lives of 4 professors who died at around the same time, during the early years of the university. Back when the university was very small... Can you imagine 4 faculty deaths in near proximity?

This monument is interesting because the four plaques that grace the sides of it, the ones carved into marble in latin, wearing away... those four plaques each have newer metal plaques beneath them, as translations. These plaques have plaques. These plaques are becoming unreadable both in language and in literal typographic legibility, and so they need new plaques to say what they already say.

( What does it mean to be remembered? What does it mean to fade away despite the effort to be remembered? The scariest thing I learned when working on the Bicentennial Time Capsule is the fact that even digital information erodes away with time. Nothing lasts. Not without maintenance. Can memories receive maintenance? How are plaques like memories? In the way they fade? In their incompletion? How are they not? In the way they are crafted, designed, after the fact?)

Then I went up the steps of Hatcher and laid out two large newsprint sheets over the University of Michigan Seal. The what the seal itself says isn't so interesting; it's what it used to say. You see, this plaque has been EDITED. I only noticed this last week. The date, 1817, is actually a separate piece of metal installed into the original plaque. That's because it originally said 1837. 

These links explain why:

The Sculptor of the Seal: https://www.lib.umich.edu/grad/showcase/art/exterior/seal.html  1817/1837 Backstory: http://michigantoday.umich.edu/wait-when-did-the-university-start Historical Maps: http://umhistory.dc.umich.edu/mort/original/1925/1925.html  Original Old Library: http://www.annarbor.com/neighborhoods/um-campus/all-that-remains-are-the-stacks/ 

Then I made a rubbing of the Tappan Oak plaque. What I love about this plaque is the fact that all 40-something students at the university at the time each planted a tree of their own around Tappan's tree. Can you imagine every student today planting a tree? It would make a FOREST.

This University, that calls itself the leaders and the best, was at one point, scrappy and uncertain of its future. It was in the middle of nowhere, further west than most young college students cared to venture to. It was an experiment.  

Then, I made a rubbing of the circular War Canon monument plaque, behind the museum.

(What was the “War with Spain”??)

After that, I made a rubbing of the Bicentennial Tree Plaque, which I witnessed being planted last year. 

^April 2017

^Today.

Then I made a rubbing of a small circular plaque in the center rear of the Diag– an award for the landscape architecture of this campus.

Then I went over to the Dana Natural Resources Building, to make a rubbing of another plaque I remembered discovering a few months ago. This is the most devastating one. It was a plaque made for a tree, planted in the hope that global warming would one day be a concern of the past. The plaque was placed in 1989. Today, our president claims "The concept of global warming was created by and for the Chinese in order to make U.S. manufacturing non-competitive." Sigh.

All this to say, my favorite plaques are the speculative ones, the ones that take a stab at the future, even when it seems uncertain. The plaque in the Art school foundation falls in this category. The fact that it was placed in the 1970's and their main concern for the future of art was technology and computers is super interesting. Unlike the Global Warming plaque, which was tragically optimistic, this one was vaguely catastrophic, but off-the-mark in a good way. (I could probably do a better job phrasing that...)

After that, I went down to the Union and made a rubbing of the time capsule plaque there, as well as the Peace Corp circular plaque, marking where JFK first mentioned the idea. There were many JFK related plaques around that area, but the small overlooked marker was more interesting to me, and it spoke to a part of JFK's visit that often gets overlooked as well.

Then I made a rubbing of a giant rock placed by the class of '69 (1869? 1969? I forget... I think the latter...)

Then I made a rubbing of a plaque that I never noticed until a few weeks ago. It sat at the foot of a tree that I HAD noticed, since my first year here. It was my favorite tree on campus. I called it the leaning tree, because it leaned at a 45 degree angle. A few weeks ago me and some friends were walking past the tree, and I pointed it out to them, because for whatever reason this weird tree never gets a second glance... but when I did so, I noticed a small plaque at the base of the tree, which I had never noticed before. I can't even remember what it said. But I also noticed that a red ribbon had been tied around the base of the tree. I knew what that meant. Leaning tree's time was up.

Today, I walked by the tree, and it was gone. Replaced by a young sapling. Ugh. But then when I read the plaque, I noted the date it was placed there... 2010. The leaning tree was YOUNG. It left too soon. What's more conflicting to me is this... This plaque was meant to commemorate a tree. Yet the tree has been removed, and a new tree has taken its place. The plaque is no longer 100% truthful. As it stands, this new tree is an impostor, no fault of its own. The plaque needs an amendment. A caveat. The plaque needs a plaque. Much like the Four Professors Monument.

Finally, I made a rubbing of Mark Schlissel's tree. Yes, he got a tree dedicated to him in 2014. No one seems to notice it. Maybe it's not worth noticing. What IS worth noticing?