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klonoadreams · 2 years ago

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Since Hilbert thinks his twin was a stillborn, does that ever affect him growing up? Like it's a touchy subject and what ifs

Even after Sawyer, they don't have a way to definitely prove that they're related, but imagine it's one of those "$25 blood test kits! See your ancestry!" they did as a joke to fill in a sleepover and BAM

Pokemon center has a Hilbert in the corner, going through all stages of grief at once, Cheren's trying to ignore the situation by talking awkwardly to his pokemon, Bianca was asleep, so she wakes up and why is Hilbert crying?

hvjrkhjbkb SO LIKE, there's an added layer to all of this on Touya/Hilbert's end, because despite everything, he always FELT like someone should be there. and it's a bit of a touchy subject because he never found out through his parents, but through a third party source that was being too damn intrusive for their own good.

Which is never a good thing, when you bring up the fact that he is SUPPOSED to be a twin, but what the actual FUCK. Now he KNOWS about it and has to deal with the, "who should be here with me?"

And it BOTHERS him. Especially whenever he comes across other twins. And he's like, on playdates with Cheren and Bianca, but he's still just "what if they were here?" and it just REFUSES to leave his mind. And sometimes, he just thinks, "Why me?"

This is brought to you by what I ended up doing to the BW player characters regarding their family ties, with Alder being their Dad (which will forever stay a constant because lmaooo).

Often, for his safety, the identity of his dad is kept a secret (if you know, you know), but that doesn't stop some people from calling him a bastard child, even THOUGH HIS DAD IS FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. He's just kinda aimless, given the fact that one of the two children he had was a stillborn, and then one of his Pokemon died to an illness?????

LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT THAT DOES TO A PERSON??? So he just often wanders aimlessly, usually visiting during holidays, birthdays, or whenever he's in the area (surprisingly, a lot more often than you'd think, since his feet usually take him home when he's not at the League). He's a good dad otherwise....

...

Oh right - Benga. So here's the thing.... Let me go on a weird, long-ass tangent that is AAAALL related to this. I swear, it's relevant, it's just gonna be massive, so I'mma put a read more

fun fact: I had the "Alder is the Player Character's Dad" thing in my fanfic done BEFORE BW2 was released (meaning there was a gap of time after BW released both in Japan, and later, outside of Japan), and if you know how things were before X and Y, this means we HAD to wait after BW2 released in Japan before we got translations, so patches existed for roms (that is how I VERY much played Black and White first, by the way, it was the first Pokemon game I followed since its release in Japan) to hold us through until the official English localization released.

Originally, I had this elaborate situation because I legitimately thought Benga was Alder's son (before I later found out that, nope, grandson - again, translation to localization situation, it wasn't as convenient as it is now), where Benga was just from a previous fling that his Mama kept from Alder, until oops, "hey, I know I was kinda a dick before for ghosting you all of these years, but I'm dying...can you take him in?"

Now, I'm just looking at that, going, "you know what, Mama can fucking get it, being a Trainer who went on her own journey." She knows what she wants, and if landing the Unovan Champion as a husband is a feasible goal for her, then of course she'd go after it.

I like to think Mama was built different and had her own elaborate journey, where she spent at least ten years on her journey, just traveling around, dealing with whatever news she heard coming from overseas regions about criminal organizations, just absentmindedly collecting badges like "I should do that while I'm here" and then forgetting about everything else, like she's in an open world environment (like it's Scarlet and Violet, where I just went around, getting distracted by everything or in the case of my friends, going around catching everything on sight and also getting into areas they LIKELY shouldn't be in).

Truly an example of "We shouldn't have let ten year olds go on their own in this dangerous region" because by the time Touya/Hilbert is able to go on his journey, he's 14 - because that's the actual age limit (if you wish to go alone on a journey), added in to lower the trainer mortality rate (and region-wide concerns). Because LISTEN, there be Hydreigon in the wild and other mons that are capable of being hostile.

Anyways Mama was like 20 before she even caught wind of the Champion. Dude's only had the title for maybe a few years now - hard to say, since she was lowkey off the grid, because she was too busy catching Pokemon to help out her father and older sister with the Pokedex. Just field research to add more consistent variables to their data.

Like again, she was super casual on the Gym Badge side of being a Trainer - she just did her own thing before realizing, "I should try the League." and got the rest of her badges at the side. I mean it helps that she FINALLY ran into Alder. The stars fucking aligned, because Mama went "AWOOGA" and just her luck, Alder was single.

Anyways it took her like six years to get that ring on her finger, because Alder really was, "dude, there are better men out there - WHY ME" But nah, Mama picked him and wouldn't stop challenging him. She never really beat him in an official League battle, but she still did kick his ass every so often. Which, in the Pokemon World, is like a good way to appear attractive to others. :V

Where Benga comes into play, it's called Alder was a reckless older teenager that got into flings, like all teenagers tend to do. And being Pokemon Trainers adds another layer of recklessness. So you got two seventeen year olds just doing stuff like having one night flings that don't go anywhere...

Except oops, there's a baby, but whatever, orphanage time. Buh bye - there's no child support to collect from some rando one night stand, so PEACE. And then she left for an overseas region, never to be heard from again.

Seventeen years later, history repeats itself - only this time, the Baby Mama doesn't exactly make it through the birth like her bio mama, so now Alder is just being called up to collect his grandson - because SURPRISE, you're not only a father, but also, a GRANDFATHER. And by this point, the Champion Title makes it difficult to just keep this kid in an orphanage, so uhhh...take him. "You're like the closest living relative we can track down"

Anyways you know how Alder said there are better men? Yeah, he's like 34, with a grandchild to raise. And thankfully, he's pretty good at what he does - but STILL...A GRANDFATHER - why the hell does this lady want to go after him, when he has a grandson???

Anyways two years later, after one wedding and pair of rings, Benga is excited at the concept of being an older brother of sorts (really, he is an older nephew - AGAIN, it's complicated). And while things go south for one of the twins, he still does have Touya/Hilbert and they're raised together, even if Benga is a bit more feral due to Alder's influence.

All this mess, just to say that there's a lot going on with Touya/Hilbert - him thinking he was the surviving twin is just the proverbial cherry on top, given how much of a soap opera his life has become.

Really, him finding out about Sawyer is gonna blow his mind, but also make him all the more protective, after all the bullshit he's gone through. Genuinely just sobbing his eyes out, having a near melt down, maybe also even punching out Team Plasma too (physically with his fists) because WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIS SISTER. JUST LOOK AT HER.

She absolutely MELTED when she received a hug. The way she got emotional over a BIRTHDAY surprise. THE TRAUMA.

What's more, in that likely scenario, he can't just SAY that to her, like...without preparation. And while it was mostly a joke, because "lmao, we look alike, let's see if we're related in some way" before the truth is revealed.

And now Touya/Hilbert has this massive truth bomb to ease Sawyer into. LIKE

Being Touya/Hilbert is suffering.

#ask #pokemon #pokemon black and white #touya #hilbert #sawyer (oc)#alder #with friends like these (fanfic)#TEN YEARS Y'ALL #TEN FUCKING YEARS #things might have changed #but it seems that I still have a sort of soft spot to whatever mess of complications i decided to slap onto the BW player characters #feel free to ask me about sawyer #this is a mess lmaooo #BUT IT'S MY MESS

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catsidhesilvie · 1 year ago

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Oh man. Been slowly doing all side quests before the final boss fight in BG3. Last one I saved was House of Hope bc I had heard it was hard and I wasn't sure which direction I wanted to go with the Emperor. Decided I wanted to at least experience it since I did every other quest in my log.

My heart 🫠 Start to finish, the dungeon took literal hours ahaha. I got through by the skin of my teeth.

I managed to do it all successfully and am now ready to beat the game tomorrow(!!), but omg

That felt like an endgame boss fight more than side content.

I am... sad to be finishing haha. I have really really enjoyed the game!! Thanks to my static for the peer pressure. It was 1000% worth the money.

I'm so attached to the characters and am sad to have an end point. I don't play a lot of games with true ends (I play pokemon, farm Sims, mmos, etc. Where there is never a "game over" and you can keep hanging out even after "winning" the story) and it makes me sad that I know this one isn't that way haha.

I do have plans to run wild magic sorcerer/drow DUrge with (another) Astarion romance since it just fits so well (also..... I loved his arc so much and will feel bad to go after anyone else lol), and husband and I finally started a campaign together where I get to be a tiefling bard. So lots of new options. But dang! I will always love Zildra 💜

Here she is from when my game glitches and forced her to T-pose in every cutscene for a half hour until I logged out and then back in 😅

#bg3 #glitch #tpose #balders gate 3 #baldur #baldurs gate astarion

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sarcastic-salem · 2 years ago

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I’ve been struggling a lot with my PTSD ever since I confessed to Library Guy. And, no, I’m not blaming him for that. Its just that I haven’t been in a long term relationship since 2016/17. I haven’t hooked up with someone since 2021. That’s partly due to my mental health and partly due to trauma.

As a borderline with attachment issues, I’ve had to train myself to take a step back and say,

“This person does not hate you because they don’t respond to your text message five minutes later. They have jobs and they have a life.”

“This person is not in love with you just because they decided to hook up with you. You are not gonna get married after a one night thing.”

I’ve gotten a lot better. Mostly because after talking to peeps for a few days I start to realize they’re not someone I would really wanna be with. Usually its because we just don’t have the same values.

I’ve been having a lot of flashbacks to my relationship with my ex-husband. Its beginning to dawn on me all over again that he never really wanted me to begin with. I say “again” because I think that sometimes I idolize the life that he promised to give me — the life he never gave me. Sometimes I find myself wishing that he was here just to handle the budgeting (he was good at math).

Then I remember the time he screamed at me in a Target after he spent $50 on Pokemon cards and demanded to know why I hadn’t stopped him.

Sometimes I wish I had been able to stay and watch his little sister grow up. She was four the last time I saw her, and I was usually tasked with babysitting her when we went to see his parents. I wanted to teach her about comic books, so she wouldn’t grow up thinking that they were only for boys.

Then I remember the Xmas my ex’s parents got into a fight — I don’t remember what it was about — and his mother spanked his sister for playing with a noisemaker toy that she had bought for her. And all I wanted at that moment was to be anywhere else in the world. I wasn’t allowed to speak up, but I cried during dinner.

I think more than anything I wish he was just here so I’d have someone to talk to. Even when I knew he didn’t love me it felt like we were friends at least — close friends. Things didn’t really begin to go downhill until he started defending his dad’s racism and Islamophobia, and until he asked if we could move in with his parents. While they were living in a two-bedroom McMansion and their youngest son slept in a coat closet.

Things didn’t really go downhill until I made it clear that these were not things I was willing to tolerate.

But he was still someone to talk to.

Library Guy is the first person I let myself really like in years. He was the first person that…..I don’t know why but he made feel safe. He was nice to me. One of the nicest things he did for me was saving a book for like a week I had on hold after I forgot about it.

After the library started letting people in browse again, I forgot that they closed at 4pm and he let me in even though it was after hours. That was the first day I realized he knew my name. He had remembered my name out of all the patrons in the library.

He would smile and wave to me every time I came in.

I caught him checking me once — just the once ngl — and he blushed so hard it was adorable.

The first time I rented horror movies he was beaming. He was probably just having a good day but I like to pretend that its because he also likes horror movies. Which he does — he asked for my opinion on Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet Of Curiosities and he went to Universal’s Halloween thing back in October.

We’re friends on FB — I’m not stalking the man.

Oh, and the nicest thing he ever did for me: He remembered my name after I corrected it with the library. I didn’t even have to tell him. He just already knew when I went to check out one day.

I think what upsets me the most is that I was dumb enough to misinterpret these signals. Apparently, its common for some autistic people to confuse friendliness for something more. And now I’m not sure if we’ll be friends again.

He was the first almost-friend I’ve had in years.

My ex-best friend and I had a falling out after she had a mental breakdown. After she called me one night and told me she wanted to help me “unalive” myself. Cause she knew I was prone to suicidal ideations. I just didn’t feel safe with her after that.

And the other friend I had — ha! He came over and used my wifi, and was on his phone the entire hour we sat together. He had also hit on me multiple times after I had already rejected his advances. The thing with the wifi was the last straw.

I asked him not to come back after that.

Loki reminds me constantly that I deserve to forgive myself. But I can’t stop wondering how I ever could have been so stupid.

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badvgopinions · 2 years ago

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Gen 9 is the best gen (when it works.) (Review, I guess.) (Spoiler-free)

You know what? Violet is my favorite mainline Pokemon game now. Gen 8 is still my favorite gen so far (since it has Legends, New Pokemon Snap and the Mystery Dungeon remake that I didn’t play, but I really loved the original) but this is easily my favorite mainline game.

TL;DR: The openness of the game makes it fantastic for someone who likes to plan out the entire game before doing the game.

Also, I’m playing physical, offline, and I’m not fucking with my save files, giving me a nearly glitchless experience.

Nearly glitchless:

People will actually get mad at me for not having a whole lot of issues (not anything more than any other game, at least) so lemme explain-

I play the physical version of the game, not the digital. Nintendo has such a bad record of digital games that they have a page telling you what to do when your digital copy of one of their games fucks up. (But of course it’s Game Freak’s fault somehow.)

I also play offline, because again Nintendo fucked up their online servers. (Mostly by doing nothing for 18 years.) (Again people blames Game Freak for that.) Plus I don’t fuck with the save files, so the anti-piracy measures don’t activate.

So minus some frame issues (that are actually done on purpose. I dunno what it’s called but basically they have low-polygons or frame rates when you’re so far away,) some map loading a split second late, and some weird Tera raids glitches that are still somehow functional (I’ll talk about that below,) I didn’t encounter a single glitch, or even any slow down. I’m sorry if your digital copy on your Australian file is fucked up but it works just fine for me, my husband, my brother-in-law, and BIL’s girlfriend. (When they play offline. It does fuck up when they’re playing online.)

Story:

With all of that cleared up, these are truly the best games in the series so far. (Unless you prefer the restricted linear kind of Pokemon game. Which usually results in better stories, though Pokemon stories never really blow me away) I really, really love how open the world is.

The story is actually three separate stories that comes together in the end. Majora’s Mask is my favorite game of all time because of how the big story effects all of the little stories, so I guess it makes sense for me to like this.

And a lot of the smaller things being controlled at just about any point is so convenient, a lot of the annoyances I had with previous generations doesn’t matter anymore.

Speaking of the stories, they’re not forced on you. Not really. You don’t have to do them to progress through most of the world. Yeah, you do need to do Arven’s story line to get to some areas, but it’s not an annoying pause in the game. You can do those things any time without some BS excuse. No “you have to get Falkner’s badge before you can go to Azalea town for some reason” BS.

I just love the convenience of the game:

I can just have a Pokemon remember a move whenever I want, and have access to my boxes whenever I want, so I don’t have to go all the way to a Pokemon Center just to deposit the Pokemon I don’t want to train. Which means that EXP All isn’t so annoying anymore.

I love it so much, I made a new profile on the Switch to play it again, but with the knowledge I have about the game now.

For example, I know now that disobedience only happens if the Pokemon you caught is beyond a certain level when you catch it compared to how many badges you have. You can still catch them and breed them and the baby will always obey you.

On my second file I decided to have some of the strongest Pokemon I can have on my team (of varying types,) because fuck it, why not? And then I breed them to get an obedient Pokemon that’s a clean slate.

And yeah, it was a pain in the ass to get Dondozo. Twice. (I didn’t pay attention and I caught a male one first. The Pokemon in the egg will inherent the mother’s species.) But that just makes it that much more rewarding.

And EV training is made pretty easy since you can get brace items once the world opens up to you.

There’s an area where you can basically summon Chansey by eating a Ham Sandwich, which I believe is a sandwich you start with? I caught a Gastly, leveled it up enough to teach it Curse, and use that to train these Pokemon to their mid 30′s before taking on the first gym.

I wanted to start gathering Tera shards but I’d need three badges and to beat Larry first. So I defeated the easiest two gyms and then Larry. I can just do that whenever I want.

I defeated specific titan Pokemon to upgrade my Miraidon the way I want it. While looking away because apparently if you need to push “A” to continue the dialogue it doesn’t count as a cut scene and I don’t want to cry again. (Something similar to that story happened last year, but it didn’t have a happy ending.)

Also, riding Miraidon is just really fucking smooth. Much better than it is in Legends.

Also also, I can treat the game as a diet Pokemon Snap.

Some cons:

-I can’t just catch Pokemon without getting into a battle first, which is a disappointment. But Pokemon don’t try to kill me so it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. I guess this is a half-con.

-They removed the sound effect and graphic effect for shinies even though they just had to carry that over from Legends! Sure it makes shinies a bit more exciting to find, when you can actually tell that they’re shiny. My husband’s a color blind shiny hunter so it’s especially hard for him.

I’m not color blind but I know for a fact that I missed some shinies! (Partially because the game will tell you.) I dunno what they were but I’m guessing that they were shitty and that I encountered them when I was EV training and I looked away when they sparkled to see what their EV yield is.

Edit”

Ooooooh.

-Tera raids are kind of glitchy in the most annoying way, and in a way where you can tell what the problem is. They still function so it’s not a huge deal for me but it does get pretty annoying when the HP bar is behind, or ahead, or the text is stopping part of the way through because it’s too damn fast! It’s an RPG! You don’t have to make it go so fast that the game can’t keep up with it! Some Pokemon will interrupt my inputs just to get rid of stat changes and status conditions that it didn’t have in the first place! It’s annoying and it needs to calm the fuck down.

-Rika is never outside, so I can’t get a picture with her.

#my opinions #my opinion #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet and scarlet #gen 9

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manchasama · 2 years ago

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They aren't quite old settlements, but I could 100% imagine there being some and I'd go with it.

there was some secrecy around them, that at least might be interesting. There was a town with a market who would only sell to members, and owning the Secret Power TM was proof of membership. (It was mainly secret base decorations and a few tms which included secret power, the move needed to create secret base. The adventurer fellow who teaches you about Secret bases goes on sells their own stuff in their shop built inside a tree in the Tree-walkway town. Skyla's gym town it was really a cool aesthetic/building place. )

Yeah pokemon was using portals/fallers for a bit. (If you hadn't played the games, there were basically a race of blue-skinned aliens, who could travel to other portals/worlds researching/studying them, while trying to seek out a way to help their deity, Necrozma, that their ancestors had harmed/injured. The aliens were wonderful, and traveled though these portals on the sun/moon legendaries back.

Ingo's the faller everyone clicked with, but there was canonically also a Looker/Anabelle, who people liked but lacked that certain angsty bite that the submas had. Though I'd argue theres a lot that could be done with Looker There was also a npc who vanished, but somehow was able to leave a message in a bottle saying they were fine/happy were they where, which brought comfort to the other npc. And there was that entire thing with Lusamine, who's actions were entirely based on the concept too. Her husband vanished though one of those portals, and she effectively mistreated herself, her children and others in her quest to try and find them again. In game they never reunite, pokemon anime had them reunite very recently. )

(Specifically for the first game, she's *badly* messed up by the alien pokemon and is sent to jhoto for experimental treatment. Theres no hint she even knows what happened to her husband, just that she likely had to give up for her own health/safety. In the Second game, she knows/is aware/even saw her husband, who is the Bean Guy in both games. But because he has no memories of his past life, she didn't want to disrupt his life, and just never tells him that she knows him. )

Been a bit but I wanted to answer anyway lol

This was in regards to those hidden bases if I'm remembering right, which again is a very cool concept. And a good base for interesting storyship, even if it doesn't completely follow canon. No lore? Just add writer! Or rather re-write lore lolol~ But this would be a fun opportunity to write about a secret community and how all that works.

I have seen stuff about the fallers here and there, but the concept is pretty depressing overall. The loss of memory and having no anchor to your past is a bit much for my interests. The reason Ingo resonates is that I do know his past and can reunite him with it! You can thank my cowriter of yore for corrupting my perception on personhood and memories.

Because we love timetravel fics, right? Where the MC goes back in time and gets a re-do button basically. But she pointed out long ago that the people the MC interacts with are not the people they left behind. That the people left behind are for all intents and purposes dead. Just because they have the same name and face, they are missing the key interactions and memories. It can never be the same. For some this is okay! For me? Idk, it's not a good headspace for me I suppose? Makes me uncomfy.

*side eyes some submas fics* Which is why I start out liking some fics a lot, but peeter off depending on how it goes after reunion. I can only take so much hurt without comfort. And to me the comfort is the return of memories and self.

Uh, yeah sorry tangent. I have seen Looker and Annabelle go by in some fics, but don't have too much of an opinion on them. I'd have to look into their stories, but really I'm happy in my little submas corner. Other characters would only be to support me writing stories about the bros.

#personal opinions ahead #answering asks #i like knowing a lot of facts and stories and characters in a world #so that i can better flesh out the ones im interested in #if that makes sense #i am so effing hot hhhhhhhhhh

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mithliya · 2 years ago

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re: seeing a baby in hijab, I'm in NC, USA and used to live really close to one of NC's big malls in The Before Times (moved out around 2017 I think), and one of the kiosks was run by a muslim family. the thing I noticed the most was that *all* of them were in traditional clothing. the women weren't in full face-covered burka, but it wasn't just hijab with regular western clothes. I don't know what they're called, but it was full modest dress (almost all in black) with large hijabs, but the men were also in very similar looking "dress-like" outfits and with their own head covering hats.

I usually thought "well, if the ladies have to dress like that even in these heat waves, at least the boys are holding themselves to the same standard. I'd prolly be more comfortable having to dress like that if my dad/husband adhered to the same rule too."

and then one day while I was out playing a pokemon go community event, I saw the children.

they appeared to be a 16 year old girl, a maybe 18-21 year old boy, a 4 year old girl, and a toddler in a stroller not yet old enough to hold her own head up.

the older ones looked about like you'd expect, just mini-mes of the adults, but the 4 year old was swallowed by what looked like an adult-sized hijab that nearly hit the floor, and the baby was literally swimming in fabric. she could barely move.

I'd actually thought the stroller was empty at first until I noticed movement. all that was visible was her face and hands, and the ghost of her legs, which I could only make out bc she was kicking so much at the fabric.

I think about her a lot.

do u by any chance mean the chador?

or did u mean khimar maybe?

god i hate seeing baby girls dressed in hijabs!!! i hate it so much!! what this means for this girl is she will grow up under the rules of hijab-wearing: no taking it off in public or in spaces where there are men that arent ur husband, brother, or father.......and the other societal rule of "don't take off ur hijab or you're being disrespectful + decreasing your worth as a woman" ..... its so disturbing. even in countries like saudi, from what ive seen its just not common ground for girls under 7 years old to be wearing a hijab (also wearing a hijab by 7 years old is still extremely young. but thats the age when i was getting told ill be going to hell for not wearing it by other girls)

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#youll notice their clothing is still quite conservative (long sleeves and no legs shown at all) but......... no hijab

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supercasey · 4 years ago

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So I've been playing The Hades Game like fucking mad for the last few weeks, and although I'm not very far in it (at least, I don’t think I am; I’ve only beat Hades once!), I'm absolutely in love with it! Anyways, a certain idea has been kicking around in my head for awhile now, so I thought I'd share it with y'all; feel free to tell me what you think of it! (Warning: spoilers for when you beat Hades the first time!)

Anyways, I've already seen a really cool AU post for if Demeter raised Zagreus on the surface by herself (which you can find HERE; please check it out, the outfit for Zag alone is an amazing concept, and I love the artwork!!!) but I keep thinking about an AU where, after Zagreus dies at birth, Persephone runs away and takes his wrapped up body with her.

On the surface, she reconnects/reunites with her mother Demeter, and with her aid, the two of them manage to resurrect the newborn baby, though now he has more white in his hair than anything else. After that, Persephone sends Hades a letter to tell him that Zagreus is alive and well (because she actually has some fucking class), before proceeding to raise Zagreus on the surface with her mother, far away from the entrance to hell. The Olympians also help her out a bit, but mostly they just help by hiding Zagreus when it’s necessary.

(The rest is under a cut ‘cus this got a bit long, sorry!)

Years pass in relative peace, until Zagreus is about as old as he is in-game (I think he’s around 20-25ish???) and is living well, working with his mom and grandma to take care of their gardens and live peacefully away from mankind; he especially loves tending to the animals and guiding lost mortals to safety. However, one day while foraging for fruit in the deepest corners of his mother’s signature garden, Zagreus happens across a strange man in long robes, who introduces himself as Thanatos.

The two men get along swimmingly from minute one, and after agreeing to meet with each other again soon, they leave and tell their families/friends all about the experience, having no clue who they are to each other. After all, Thanatos was told growing up that his lord’s first wife died giving birth to their first and only child, who was a stillborn, and Zagreus thinks his father died of disease (his mom didn’t have to heart to tell him anything bad about his dad). Needless to say, they’re gonna be in for quite the shock soon.

Cue Hades losing his shit and calling on Thanatos, Megaera, and Achilles to go find his progeny and bring him home; he gives them special permission to leave the Underworld without any resistance, trusting Than to lead the way back to Zagreus. Achilles is less than thrilled to be performing such a morally grey task for his master, but Meg and Than are eager to prove themselves, so he begrudgingly agrees to help, even if it hurts his conscience to do so.

Persephone and Demeter also freak the hell out on their end, scared shitless by the fact that Death incarnate has just met their son/grandson, and they’re worried that he plans on coming back again soon. Demeter suggests sending Zagreus to live with the Olympians until this all blows over, but Persephone disagrees, wanting her son to stay nearby in case he grows ill (it’s implied that she’s a bit overprotective of him, mostly because she’s afraid of him dying again; this also means she refuses to let him know that he’s in any danger, believing it would only make things worse for him in the long-run). Frustrated but understanding her daughter’s pain all too well, Demeter at least convinces her to call on the Olympians for aid, which Persephone agrees to do.

The gods promise to help of course, but... well, they're low-key lying; they wanna see how this plays out first.

After several days of traveling through hell (literally), the “let’s kidnap Zagreus” gang makes it to the surface, and they immediately head to Persephone’s garden. All this time, Zagreus has no idea that he’s being targeted, so he goes about his chores as usual, only to run into Than again, and hey, he brought some more friends for him to meet! Zagreus is friendly with all of them, being raised to be very polite by his guardians, and while he’s busy chatting with Than and Achilles, he doesn’t notice Meg sneaking behind him. Just as Zagreus is rattling on about how the animals have been faring this summer, Meg stabs Zagreus in the back with a blade coated in Hades’s blood, cursing him to belong to the Underworld again.

With Zagreus now unconscious from a sedative that was mixed with the blood, the trio hurry off with him back to the Underworld, but not without Persephone seeing what they’ve done to her son. Horrified, she begins to sob, and winter arrives in the mortal world without so much as a fall season in-between this and the summertime.

When Zagreus comes to, he finds himself in a bedroom similar to the one he has in the game, but it’s much cleaner and has less objects of personal value to him. Hades is standing at the foot of his bed when he wakes up, and very calmly, Hades tells Zagreus that he’s his father, and that from now on, Zagreus will be living in the Underworld with him and his people, where he so obviously belongs. It’s a shame his mother can’t be here, of course, but they just need to wait awhile, that’s all; surely she’ll come to her senses and return home soon, now that her husband and son are here.

Zagreus jumps out of bed and faces his father as soon as he’s done monologuing, ready to tell him off for what he’s done, but to his shock, Hades hugs him as soon as he’s on his feet, and admits that he’s waited for this day for a long, long time. He asks his son to please just accept that this is his home now, and despite still being a bit surprised (and subtly hugging Hades back because Longing), Zagreus tells him straight up that he can’t, that he has to get home, especially with winter coming in a few months!

Dejected but not overly surprised, Hades simply nods in acceptance, but he still warns Zagreus that it’s no use trying to fight it; he’s stuck here, now and forever, so he may as well get comfortable and try getting along with him, because no one’s going anywhere anytime soon. Zagreus is horrified, but he nods nonetheless, unsure of what to say or do just yet.

Later that night, as Zagreus is struggling to sleep in this new, unfamiliar place, Achilles comes to him and apologizes about what’s happened, and although he can’t magically fix everything for him, he tells Zagreus that it actually is supposedly possible to escape; it’s just that no one’s ever done it before. Driven by his desire for freedom and the thought of reuniting with his mother, Zagreus tells Achilles that he’s going to find a way out, no matter the cost. Achilles congratulates him on his tenacity, but warns him that it won’t be easy. Still, he’s willing to help Zagreus as much as he can.

From then on, I imagine the game playing out very differently from the original, with a rather frazzled and scared Zagreus trying to get home to his mom and grandma, but with none of his training from Achilles in this AU, he has to rely on something his mother taught him; his connection with earth and all it’s inhabitants. Or, in his case, his connection with the spirits of animals (a cross of his dad and mom’s powers). That’s right, I’m making The Hades Game into a fucking Pokemon-ripoff, but still with some rouge-like elements mixed in (mostly with Zagreus not keeping his animals after runs).

Having royally fucked up in not stepping in sooner to protect Zagreus, the gods end up helping him out by sending down animals associated with them for the young god to tame for a run (I’ll come up with them later). They usually offer a selection to choose from, and from there Zagreus can build up a team and use it to try and escape the Underworld.

To replace weapons, I like to think he’d have “signature” animals that can help him out for any of his runs, specifically ones from Achilles, Poseidon, Zeus, Demeter (once he reaches the surface at least once), and eventually even Hades gives him one if they bond together enough ((yes, it’s Cerberus... kinda; it’s a puppy version of him, otherwise he’d be OP as fuck)). Zagreus’s signature animals can all be given names, and they keep certain skills that they pick up through enough experience battling in the Underworld for Zagreus.

As for story-line stuff, Zagreus ends up in a very fish out of water situation as he tries to get to know everyone in Hades’s house (he’s still our kindhearted Zag, after all, and he knows most of them aren’t to blame, not even really Than!) while also focusing on his goal to get home to his mom. Hades ends up being a lot nicer to him in this AU, perhaps overly so, as he’s trying to make his son like him more in order to make up for lost time (and fill the hole in his heart that Zag’s initial death as an infant and Persephone leaving with him created). It’s part of the reason he’s even letting Zagreus try to escape; he wants him to learn that it won’t work on his own terms (and maybe also scare the kid so bad that he comes running to him for comfort afterwards).

Also, I should really note that Zagreus is 100% a sweet country farm boy in this AU, and he has no idea what the fuck is going on with pretty much anything in the Underworld, much to everyone’s astonishment. For example:

Meg: Gods, it must be weird getting used to everything down here, huh? Sick of stepping in bat shit yet? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it, and Dusa’s pretty good about cleaning it up to begin with. Zagreus: I mean, I guess? It’s not that different from chicken shit tbh. Meg: What the fuck is a chicken???

After that... yeah, I dunno. I’ll try playing Hades some more, see if I think up anything else that could be interesting, but for now, I hope at least someone ends up liking this dumb AU (if not, I’ll still like it... might even try my hand at drawing for it a bit tbh). Again, please check out the person who’s post/art I linked earlier in the post, ‘cus their art is really awesome and inspired me to include Demeter more in this AU!

#supercasey ramblings #hades game #zagreus #zagreus hades #thanatos #hades #persephone #demeter #megaera #achilles #hades farmboy au #i dunno what else to fucking call it #thanzag #if ya squint

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Integrated Revelations (1/3)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me.

*I attempted a thing where I try to get back into the groove of writing for my murder speed husband... It’s probably shit, but here goes nothing. Sorta another theory I’ve had and had all these scenes connect together. I’m a shit writer so... Also, I’m dying and crying. Hahaha. I literally am dying. My uni work online is being ridiculously overwhelming along with my work hours for school. I really need a week with no deadlines or work just to get caught up with three weeks of work for certain classes. I really need to take a break. But I can’t, started to loose sleep. Can’t even have time to write or play Pokemon Reborn. Anyway, that a bit of an update from me. I wrote this back in July, hoping to have written a fic a week (which turned out to not happen, but hey, I tried) until October to post things. Also this most likely has grammer errors. I’m sorry. Once again, a shit writer. Please don’t forget to comment, like, and reblog. It means a lot to content creators of all kinds!

Word Count: 3584

Part 2 Part 3

“Well...” Eobard’s raspy voice didn’t seem to alarm the two speedsters that had phased into the Time Vault. The futuristic speedster had sat with a leg crossed over the other, and elbow resting on the arm of the chair. “Things just got a lot more complicated, didn't they?” Eobard pushed from the chair, standing up and taking a few steps forward. Nora and Barry looked on, one adorned a look of uncertainty and the other masqueraded his rage and pain through the years. “Barry Allen.” Barry nodded along, gauging the black-haired man’s façade. “But which Barry Allen? Clearly, you're… from a lot later than this one.” Eobard maneuvered his body and pointed to the unconscious form of an earlier Barry Allen.

“Way later.” Barry simply answered, looking indifferent.

“Way later,” Eobard echoed the response, putting emphasis on the word ‘way’. The scientist nodded along, pursuing his lips as his electric blue eyes flickered to Nora. Before anyone could speak, could even move the Time Vault door dematerialized. Nora watched as an earlier version of yourself entered the Vault hurriedly and out of breath. You had entered looking over your shoulder with a tablet in hand. You had been scanning for the supposed Time Wraith that had attacked Barry, but not your present time Barry.

“Eo, I traced-” You froze in place as you turned your gaze forward. Fear crippled your heart as you saw a version of Barry, much older through the years, and a woman not too far off his from his age. You swallowed thickly, clutching the tablet tighter. There’s three Barry Allen’s now?? Who the hell decided to break time? A small throbbing sensation erupted at the back of your head, but you dismissed it. Eobard had swiftly moved to stand in front of you. His eyes connected with yours for a moment.

“You knew?!” The young woman spoke up, stepping forward towards you which caused Eobard to hold out a subtle arm out to the side to keep you behind him. “All those years.” The older man narrowed his eyes at what the female had called out to you. You frowned at her words in confusion. Who is she? An image flashed through your mind of the woman, smiling proudly at Barry while wearing a dark purple and white suit with a yellow emblem. She clearly knows who I am, but… What even happened? Are they from a different future? You pushed away the image to the back of your mind. “How could y-”

“If you even think about touching her, either of you, then you’ll regret ever running back here,” Eobard steely replied. You took a step closer to your speedster boyfriend in case something were to happen and he needed to speed you away to safety. Not that you needed saving, but you were still working on defending yourself via your lessons with the futuristic speedster. So, they’re from the future, and I’m guessing far off from this other Barry, but not too far for him to age too much. You spared a small glance to the cuffed and unconscious Barry Allen on the ground. It hurt your heart to see him vulnerable like that, but Eobard had confided to you his suspicions regarding this Barry Allen. One Barry Allen problem at a time. Taking a breath in, you remained silent and studied the two speedsters that confronted your speedster.

“Let it go.” Barry grabbed onto the speedster’s shoulder, holding her back. Oddly enough, Barry’s words coldly cut through you.

“Now,” Eobard’s cocky attitude returned to him as he established the safety of your presence. He had that kind of affect, putting himself on the air of superiority and intellect with his attitude and words to belittle the person in front of him rightly so to get the desired reaction he wants and anticipates. Eobard knows how to tug on Barry’s strings. “Who's your friend? Let me guess. Jesse Chambers- No. Maybe Lawrence. Wait- Danica Williams-”

“-It doesn't matter who she is.” Barry cut off Eobard’s rattling of names.

You eyed Eobard’s deceptive small smile as he held Barry’s gaze then turned to the young adult. The female remained silent, avoiding Eobard’s icy eyes. “She's your daughter.” You scrunched your face in confusion before the neurons clicked in your head after a few seconds. Lemme guess, she’s a speedster that ran back in time and met a younger version of her father. Weird flex bro, but whatever. You do you. If I was a speedster, I’d do things differently. Obviously not up to scale what with the tampering that Eobard likes to do with the timeline to get his way with things. “You've brought me your daughter.” Your eyes flickered back to Barry before taking another look at the female and seeing a bit of resemblance, other than the fact that she was a speedster like him. Then the article Eo’s been obsessing about did reveal something true. Barry does take Iris as his wife. The West-Allen family. “It's, um... Dawn, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Nora.” The young speedster forced out after briefly glancing at her father.

“Nora. Oh, that's nice.” Eobard turned back to Barry with a smirk, “At least you still have one.” That’s cruel, Eo. “What- Nora- time travel's so weird-”

“Why did you come here?” You found the nerve to speak up, moving to stand beside the man masquerading as Harrison Wells. I’m not going to be afraid; I can’t always cower behind Eobard if something unexpected happens. I need to take things in my own hands. Even if they do find out about- You cleared any evidence of distress at their sudden appearance from your throat, “What do you want?”

“I need him to fix this for me.” Barry held up a broken tube-like device in his hand.

A thought hit the genius scientist instantaneously, his blue eyes widening. Turning your body, you saw Eobard take a few steps backwards, “No...” The headache didn’t go away, instead intensifying slightly by the second. Negative emotions flooded your system at Eobard’s crippling composure. He shook his head at them. “No, if you're here...” Eo turned to face the unconscious Barry, cuffed to his motored wheelchair, pointing to them and him. “And he's here... that means-”

“-You don't get home.” Barry simply stated. Your heart shook, terror and dread feeding into your system at his words. Uncertainty of the future- your future with Eobard- plagued you. How does this all end?

“I get home!” The yellow speedster whipped his head around in agitation, his voice raising with every statement. Barry smirked cruelly as he shook his head. You held your breath at Eobard’s spiking wrath, you hadn’t seen him this angry since General Eiling’s interference with The Flash and Plastique. Even then he’d mask his resentment to pull the strings in the game strategically. “I get home. I go home! I get everything-”

“-You don't go home, Thawne.” The Scarlet Speedster halted the Man in the Yellow Suit. Eobard clenched his jaw. You reached out a hand to rest it on his arm in an attempt to calm him. His eyes met yours for a fraction of a second. You felt the tension hang heavily in the air. “Unless… you help me.” Barry held up his broken device once more, mockingly this time. Your eyes flickered to the ring on his right hand. Similar to Eobard’s. A future version of Cisco must have been able to figure out how to use microtech to compress Barry’s suit. He’s the greatest mechanical engineer that I know. Eobard’s shoulders sagged a fraction as Barry held his ground. Turning around, the genius scientist rubbed his face before kicking the spare Barry in annoyance. Barry, all clad in black, winced because he probably ended up feeling that kick. You and Nora remained silent, eyeing the exchange between both speedsters.

Eobard shifted his body back, hands on his hips and fueled hatred present in his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Like I said, you're gonna fix this for me.”

“To do what?”

“Drain dark matter.”

What could Barry possibly need with Dark Matter? Hasn’t it done enough damage? “Whose dark matter?” You crossed your arms with the tablet close to your chest, a frown on your face as Eobard stepped beside you once more.

“None of your business.” Barry sneered at you. You narrowed your eyes at his demeanor, the young man who you gradually grew close to and considered as another brother like Cisco.

“Barry-”

“-It is our business.” Eobard retorted, taking your hand in his tightly. Both men were frustrated at the others persistence.

“No, it's not.”

Eobard started, letting go of you and rounding heatedly on to Barry, “There's no chance that I help you-”

You reached a hand out. “-Eobard, don’t-”

- It's none of your business-”

“-Cicada's!” Nora blurted out. Silence filled the room between the four of your, outbursts settling. You blinked a few times, taking a step back and resting a palm against your temple. Grimacing, you cast your eyes down as images of a half-masked man in green stood with a dagger. A glowing dagger with a look of emptiness and death in his eyes. That man looks dead to the world, as if willing to kill for an estranged purpose. It’s so cold. You shook your head subtly and stood your ground, unwilling to show weakness, but you saw Nora’s eyes shift when she looked at you. Barry eyed his daughter with a sort of incredulous look while a calculating and analytical look flashed through Eobard’s eyes.

“Cicada's.” The name seemed so familiar to Eobard as it easily slipped of his tongue. The hushed tone in Eobard’s voice expressed a calm before the storm. A deceptive man full of secrets and knowledge of many, many years to come. Especially when it came to The Flash. “The one who got away. You want to destroy Cicada's dagger, don't you?”

“We want to save lives.”

A cynical laugh leaves your speedster’s lips as you pursed yours, trying to tease out the logics from Barry. “You want to save lives.” Eobard chuckled mockingly at Barry’s response. “I bet you do. I bet you do. Especially your own, right, Barry Allen?”

“Look, that me,” Barry pointed to the other version of himself in the room, “he's gonna wake up soon. He sees me standing here, your whole timeline is gonna be blown to hell. You're never gonna get home. You know that's true!”

“I know! I know!” Eobard sighed, his facial expression contorted, and his eyes held a different motive as he flicked his gaze to Nora, who hadn’t stop taking glimpses of you. “Where are my manners? Can I get you a cup of water?” You rolled your eyes at Eobard’s ploy.

***

The four of you had moved to the small lab, far from the Cortex in avoidance of Caitlin and Cisco. The timeline was a fickle thing to speedsters, Eobard had told you that. But oddly enough, when it came to Eobard it seemed to be malleable to his every whim. Tools and spare wires littered along the desk your speedster boyfriend was working at. The monitor held a camera feed of the Time Vault where Barry’s unconscious younger version was still unconscious.

How hard did Eobard hit him? Like, how the hell is he still asleep even through all that yelling and seething??

“Here,” you handed Nora a bottle of purified water.

“Thanks,” she quietly spoke, you nodded at her. You really didn’t know what to think about someone who knew you in the future, yet you had no idea who she would be until a few years later. Would I even still be in this time period by then? Or would Eobard had kept his promise? … Nothing’s making any sense right now. You felt frustrated for not really being part of their conversations. You were… just there.

“So, who made this?” Eobard examined the piece of teach as he started working on it.

Barry answered with pocketed hands, “Someone smarter than you.”

“I doubt that,” You snorted as Eobard laughed at Barry’s statement. Leaning against the dark blue beam of the side lab, you crossed your arms avoiding Barry’s gaze when he glanced over to you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “If so, then why come here? Why go through all the trouble to come here when you can get help from the person who made it? Why then would you need Eobard’s help?”

“We-”

“It’s… complicated,” Barry sighed before Nora could finish saying anything, pocketing his hands.

“I think that’s an understatement to the type of trouble that seems to find you, Barr.” You crossed your arms. “At least a Time Wraith didn’t follow you this time. Which I’m still having trouble tracking down.” You nodded to his former self on the monitor. Barry rolled his eyes at you.

“You know, Allen,” the yellow speedster wheeled around, electric blue eyes meeting Barry’s green gaze, “for your plan to work, you're gonna actually have to have his dagger in your possession...”

“We've got that covered.”

The villainous speedster raised an eyebrow at the forensics scientists. “You got that covered. How’s that?” He humored them.

“With this.” Nora pulled out a dark piece of metal, holding it out for you and Eobard to observe momentarily.

“What is that?” You piqued up, causing Nora to look over at you. An odd emotion flickered in her eyes. Eobard reached a hand out to it only for Barry to pluck it from Nora’s grasp. Your eyes flickered between the two then back to Nora. She didn’t seem to be cautious around you and Eobard at all. Revealing the reason for aid and showing Eobard exactly what he seemed to want to see. You weren’t a genius, but you obviously saw the pointed looks that Barry subtly gave his daughter. The cogs were turning in your head as well as in Eobard’s. He masked his growing speculation about the two speedsters.

“Is that-”

“It's a piece of Savitar's suit, yeah.” Barry stoically responded, since Nora had already shown Eobard the metallic piece, to Eobard’s oncoming question before he could even finish. Barry knew Eobard recognized the object, shaking his head that that cat was out of the bag for this secret too.

“Savitar?”

“Savitar. The Future Flash and the self-proclaimed God of Speed, kitten,” Eobard simply explained as he worked. Images of a metallic suit flashed through your mind as it hummed with energy; a familiar face shrouded in shadows and a hauntingly course voice. “A twisted time remnant of the man you know to be your friend. Another big bad that Barry’s had to face in the future, primarily due to the mistakes of his growing unhappiness. Isn’t that right, Flash? The pain you’ve caused the people around you just for you selfish wishes.” Barry rolled his eyes but remained silent.

“Eobard, play nice,” you scolded the older man, “they’re still guests here after all.”

“Hmph. You know what's funny about your dad, Nora,” the futuristic genius caught her attention, “is he hates me. Hates me with a passion, and yet a version of him, this Savitar, is a much bigger jerk than I ever was. Did you see the face?” Eobard gestured to his own face, primarily to one side of his face while snickering “Did you- did you see the, like, pizza face-” Nora awkwardly stepped from foot to foot, looking away.

“-Pizza face?-” Eobard Tiberius Thawne you owe me so many fucking answers when we get home because these images aren’t making as much sense as they should.

“-Can you hurry up?-”

“-Yeah, I'll hurry up.” Eobard smugly nonchalantly threw the tiny screwdriver onto the desk. He picked up a different on. “I gotta tell you, Allen, using Savitar's suit, it's a smart idea.”

Barry tilted his head to his daughter. “It was hers.”

Eobard gave her a hard look. His eyes flickered towards you then turned around. “Clever girl.” You picked up an odd indication in his tone. The speedster narrowed his eyes at the tech as he ignited it, illuminating in his hands to signal its functioning aspect. On the monitor, the four of you noticed that the other Barry was coming to consciousness. Eobard inhaled silently. “Oops.” Eobard swiveled his body around to hand them the piece of tech. “Gotta go.” Barry narrowed his eyes, quiet hatred behind them as he took the tech from his nemesis. “I still look forward to seeing how this all pans out. Nora. Kitten, make sure they see their way out,” Eo glanced at you one last time before speeding away in a torrent of red-lightning to the Time Vault. The three of you watched as the villainous speedster reclaimed his rightful place, crossing his legs once more. An analytical look across his features.

You spoke before the two speedsters sped away in a torrent of lightning. “Cicada’s the one with the lightning-shaped dagger, the one that glows ominously? Heartless eyes? Breathing problems?”

“Yeah? How did you…?” Nora trailed off. Barry figured that your powers were still manifesting themselves and it seems that their run back in time has triggered sporadic post-cognitive images to be revealed through certain key words.

“It doesn’t matter how-,”

“Your powers are still developing,” Barry interjected, pocketing the tech safely. “It seems that our visit has amplified what you can do. Let’s just what it doesn’t shift anything else”

He knows about my powers… Right, time travel. “Just be safe. I-I don’t know too much and I’m not sure what the future holds, but whatever trouble you two have run into just be cautious. Not for me, but for the ones you love. The past will always have some sort of domino effect to the future. I may not be able to time travel, but Eobard has taught me a thing or two about it.” You stopped, looking off to the side while rubbing your arm. “Barry?”

“Hmm?”

“Just answer me this one thing.”

“… It depends.”

“I know, timeline and speedster stuff. But…” You took a breath in, “Is he safe?” The speedster avoided your eyes. You swallowed thickly, moving your gaze to Nora. “Does he live?” She opened her mouth a fraction, moved by the desperation evident in your eyes

“I can’t answer that.” Barry whispered without hesitation, an alien emotion behind those eyes, replacing the kindness and warmth the Barry you knew had. It was bitter. “Nora, it’s time to go back to the night it all began.” Barry flashed away to the pipeline. Nora remained.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered, your body felt numb at the absence of answers. You turned back to the monitor, running both hands through your hair before picking up a spare tool and frustratingly throwing it at the wall. Picking up the tablet once more, you ran some algorithms and diagnostics privately on your powers as you made you way to the Time Vault.

Eobard’s head perked up in question at your entrance. He remained seated catching your troubled look. You only whispered, “We need to talk after this is over,” before leaning against the wall and tapping at the screen of your tablet. He hadn’t missed the embittered look in your eyes, the prominent frown on your face. A peculiar emotion hidden behind those lovely eyes of yours when the speedster had been so accustomed to seeing lights and twinkling of stars within your irises.

Eobard rubbed his wrist as he attained messy hair due to Barry and Nora’s revelations. You speculated he had been running his hands through it in thought as he tried to decipher the truth and what his next plan of action would be. King vs King. Eobard and Barry. It was a dangerous game and it’s clear that Team Flash are Barry’s pieces to move while Iris was by his side. From the future’s perspective. But you… at this point, you hazard a thought of what Eobard saw of you as. Queen… or Pawn. Pursing your lips, you shoved those thoughts away as your mind reminded you of all you and he had gone through since he had revealed himself and his truth to you. But right now, you were feeling so conflicted and insecure at how everything would play out. He promised to take me home with him… That we could start a life together. I don’t want to be used up and thrown away again. I’m tired of being broken and alienated.

The restrained Barry shifted once more in abrupt confusion as he found himself slumped against the cool metal of Eobard’s motorized wheelchair. A prop to his act. His mind felt foggy and arms felt heavy, particularly his right hand. You stopped tapping and eyed him indifferently because you really had no idea how to feel, but you realized you need to be cautious with how you act and what you say until you and Eobard clear things up from earlier events.

Barry’s eyes darted rapidly to the seated, smirking speedster in front of him then to you then to the metacuffs before lingering back to Harrison. The Scarlet Speedster assessed the guarded expression on your face. You saw this Barry feign confusion, eyebrows raised as he eyed the metacuffs and Dr. Wells. You cracked your neck as Eobard did a little hand-wave gesture to Barry. The young speedster looked baffled, probably at getting caught, as he opened and closed his mouth.

“Now, who are you?”

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The 8th Gym Leaders but as a Family AU!

Disclaimer: This is only my HCs for all 12 (or 14 if you include Trace and Mina) of these mfs!

Some of these may be OOC for them, but I make the rules here!

Giovanni - The evil dad

- Gio is part of the dad squad, but he mainly stays away from them as he might abuse the younger gym leaders himself.

- He's actually not as cruel as he used to be.

- Sometimes, he might bring Silver over for reunions, which sometimes, doesn't end well.

Blue/Gary - the middle brother

- He is the 2nd most mature of the younger gym leaders, he's the middle brother.

- He hangs out with StrongestLeaderShipping (Clair, Volkner and Marlon), he acts as a 4th member to them.

- He, Wallace and Raihan all have crushes on their regional champions.

Clair - the dragon mom

- Clair is the only female adult among the group, thus making her the obvious mom.

- She has a hot temper, DO NOT PISS HER OFF.

- The leader of StrongestLeaderShipping, basically the ringmaster.

Wallace- the oldest brother

- He got his mannerisms from Juan.

- He's the most mature of the siblings, he tries to stop everyone from getting in trouble, that is, unless he's the one who planned it.

- Is married to Steven Stone, he mainly controls the relationship, not in a toxic way of course!

Juan - the strict- ish dad

- Taught Wallace about a lot of things, he is like a father to Wallace.

- Speaking of dads, he's a member of the dad squad. He happens to be the strictest one of the squad.

- Ok, he's not as harsh, but he can be pretty ruthless if you hurt anyone, especially Wallace or his husband, Kabu.

Volkner - the emo brother

- He HATES the world, for no reason.

- Volkner loves Flint so bad, that anyone who hurts him will face his wrath!

- He curses the most, the younger gym leaders curse like him.

Drayden - the main dad

- Ladies and Gents, the leader of the dad squad!

- Is over protective, especially of Iris, and would attack you if you piss him off.

- He's actually paitent, so it will take some time to piss him off, but remember, if he's mad, RUN!

Iris - the middle sister

- Will beat you up if you hurt her family.

- Can be a bit annoying at first, but you'll get used to her.

- Treats Drayden like her dad.

Marlon - the irresponsible brother

- A member of StrongestLeaderShipping, as the wild animal.

- Very careless, has some bruises and cuts.

- Is very chill and is the 3rd oldest brother.

Wulfric - the chill dad

- The oldest dad of the group.

- Has a high tolerance, will take forever to piss off.

- He cares about the family dearly.

Hapu - the youngest sister

- Mainly plays with Iris and Blue.

- Loves crystals and minerals.

- Has a potty mouth, to which Juan will scold her sometimes.

Raihan - the e-boy brother

- Loves his bf, Leon, very much.

- Very active on Social Media, mainly Pokegram.

- Records all of the pranks that StrongestLeaderShipping will do!

BONUS:

Trace - the youngest brother

- Takes care of Pokemon very well.

- Hangs out with Blue, he admires him.

- Isn't the strongest, but please, protect him

Mina - the bored sister

- Has lots of drawings, she shares it to the family.

- Sleepy 24/7

- Will draw you if she will use you as a reference.

Okay, you've made it to the end of the post! Congratulations!

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Oh hi, Don here got drunk!

34 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 06:02:55 GMT

Punch Out!! (Wii) as Vines!

Doc Louis: *goes to Mac*

Mac: ...daddy..?

Doc Louis: Do I look-

Disco: Kaiser’s recording!

Joe: Everyone, excuse my potty mouth, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Disco: Bop it! Twist it! Pull it!

Soda: Two shots of vodka *drinks all of it*

TD! Don: *sliding down a rail* We’re all going to hell. Bye~

Aran: *puts successfully then jumps into the water*

Sandman: Guys, guys. Nah, they all fucking ded

Tiger: Im driving-

SMM: Shotgun!

Tiger: Aw! But, you had it all the way here-

Aran: No wait guys, I found a shotgun, and I want the front seat! *gun clicks*

Soda: I drink to forget, but I always remember-

Joe: There’s one thing worse than a rapist *rips paper*

Joe: Boom

Kaiser: A child-

Joe: No

Don: Making copies? Move, I’m gay! *pushes Disco*

Alright, that’s pretty much it. Feel free to add more

36 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 10:22:52 GMT

What Your Favorite 8th Gym Leader Says About You:

GIOVANNI

- you probably love villains

- you love Team Rainbow Rocket

- you love Team Rocket

- you HATE anyone who ships pedo ships

- you're probably a cat person

BLUE

- you probably like his coinfidence

- you lowkey want to play as him

- you are happy to see him again, as Gary, in the anime

- you probably like tough rivals

- you quote his signature, "Smell ya later!"

TRACE

- you love cinnamon rolls like him

- you take care of animals

- you want to protect him

- you probably like nice rivals

- you hc him to be precious and pure

CLAIR

- you hate losing

- you have probably a cousin

- you like tough babes like her

- you probably ship her with Lorelei

- you love dragon pokemon

WALLACE

- you probably ship him with Steven/Winona/your OC

- you probably respect Juan

- you love pokemon contests

- you actually like his fashion sense

- you lowkey want to marry him

JUAN

- you prefer rare/forgotten characters like him

- you lowkey want to attack his haters or feel like being stabbed when you see hate for him

- you most likely respect Wallace

- you really want to redesign him and give him a personality

- you most likely want to draw him more fanart

VOLKNER

- you like emos

- you believe that he's tsundere

- you mostly ship him with Flint

- you don't care if one or two of his pokemon are not electric

- you like fixing things

DRAYDEN

- you want him as your dad

- you probably respect Iris

- you give him softie hcs

- you see the friendship between him and Alder

- you think he's a toughie

IRIS

- like Juan, you lowkey want to attack her haters

- you don't get annoyed by her

- you adore her and Drayden

- you were impressed when she became champion

- you love dragon pokemon

MARLON

- you're pretty chill

- you hate responsibility

- you want to go swim at the beach

- you love water pokemon

- you HATE blackwashing and whitewashing

WULFRIC

- you like polar bears

- you were amazed by his battle against Ash in the XY anime

- you really want to make him difficult

- you like ice pokemon

- you want a hug from him

MINA

- you're just as chill as Marlon

- you're bored easily

- you love drawing

- fairy pokemon is your favorite

- you find painting relaxing

HAPU

- you adore small girls

- you believe she could become champion herself

- you like horses

- you like mining

- you like getting dirty

RAIHAN

- you ship him with a lot of characters

- you like to take selfies

- you don't care if dragon types don't look like dragons

- you are probably tall

- you want a rotom phone in real life

Alright, that's all folks! Please do not be offended if you don't match the descriotion of you favorite

36 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 15:05:16 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #420

lol blaze it (i’m funny i swear)

In your opinion, which fast food place has the best fries? Without a doubt, Bojangle's. Good. Shit. Are there hurricanes where you live? Yeah, they're common here. What do you hate the most about yourself? I'd really rather not get into this right about now. What song are you listening to right now? "Beast of Gévaudan" by Powerwolf. What was your first concert? Alice Cooper. Also my only concert. What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? Alice In Wonderland. Who did you last say “I love you” to? My sister. Do you like pumpkin pie? Anything pumpkin-flavored is a hell no from me. Do you know anyone named Austin? Knew, rather. Do you know anyone who is having a baby? My friend recently announced she and her husband are having their second child in December. What was the last thing you cried about? Just PTSD. Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? I like both, but I prefer chocolate. Do you think you are an argumentative person? Definitely not. How many deep dark secrets do you have? Two or so, idk. What was the spiciest thing you’ve ever eaten? Some wings at Buffalo Wild Wings with one of the hottest sauces. Wanted to die. ... Yet I continued to get that one whenever I went for years lmao. Who last called you sexy? I don't know. Would you class yourself as a good role model? In some ways, but in a lot of other ways, no. Are you scared of the dark? No. Do you have a motto? No. Who did you last see on webcam? The doctor that overlooks my TMS progress. Do you need a haircut? I need a trim for sure. How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? Well, considering 1.) she's way past menopause and especially 2.) she's had a complete hysterectomy, y'know... that's kind of impossible. She also hasn't been with a guy in many years, so she would have to be joking. You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? -___- Would you rather exercise alone or with other people? ALONE. You will NOT see me exercise in front of other people. What is the most difficult or involved video game you’ve ever played? The most involved is DEFINITELY World of Warcraft, and I guess you could consider it the hardest too, given some of the much more difficult things I've done in it. It itself isn't a hard game whatsoever, but you can pursue some really hard achievements. Ever watch the show Supernatural? If you have, then what’s your favorite episode? I used to love it, but just stopped watching eventually. My fave episode... Man, it's been too long to remember many. Probably one of the funnier ones. I remember I specifically liked the bit where they were in your everyday comedy show, as well as the one where I THINK Dean kept trying to prevent Sam from dying. I just remember the "Eye of the Tiger" bit that is pure gold. Ever heard of flavored honey? If so, what’s you’re favorite flavor? Oh, no, but that sounds good. Do you remember what your favorite show was when you were little? Yeah, Pokemon. Do you put anything besides cheese on grilled cheese sandwiches? Besides butter, which I think is pretty standard, no. When it comes to books, what do you think is the “perfect” amount of pages? Uh, I dunno. It depends on the book. I don't really care about page numbers. Would you ever be interested in going scuba diving? Yeah. Out of all of your friends/relatives, who would you say has the best vocabulary? Girt, probably. Are any of your fingers or toes deformed? What about the nails? I don't think so? When is the last time you cried? I was sobbing earlier today, fun stuff. Would you ever date somebody that has been divorced more than once? Most likely not. ESPECIALLY at my age. What are some stereotypically nerdy things that you like? Oh god. WoW, M:tG, big glasses, anime (does that count? idk really), video games... a lot of stuff, really. Have you ever attended a wedding that ended where the bride and groom didn’t actually get married? What happened? Y I K E S, no. That would be SO uncomf. What scares you the most about becoming a mother (hypothetically, if you don’t want to have children)? Actually raising it properly, physically and emotionally. Would you ever want a job in fashion? What would you enjoy about that type of job? No. Would you ever be a surrogate mother? No. What do you think would be the best and worst parts about being a twin? It'd be cool to have someone you feel an almost supernatural connection towards, but I'd also feel like I wasn't as "original" as I would be if I was born alone. Do you feel that your childhood was more rough compared to others around you? I mean it wasn't awful at all, but sure, in some ways compared to at least someone. How would you react if you found out today that you were actually adopted? Well today I'm a wreck, so don't tell me. I want to know that I wasn't lied to for 25 years. Have either of your parents ever cheated on one another before, that you know of? How would you react if you found out today that one of them cheated? I'm not entirely clear on this, but I'm 90% sure Dad cheated on Mom with his now-wife. Dad also accused Mom of cheating, but I HIGHLY doubt that's true. Do you like cleaning and organizing? Not really. How would you react if you found out you were infertile? If you don’t plan on having kids to begin with, what is a long-term goal you’d be crushed to find out was impossible to achieve? Fuck having kids. I'd be a terrible mother. So to answer the other question, I'll be pretty, pretty sad if I can't get permission to spread Teddy's ashes at Yellowstone. Would you take your dream job if it were out of the country? Well, obviously not considering my dream job is a meerkat biologist, and I'm not moving to Africa. Have you ever been robbed? No. Is anyone close to you an alcoholic? Not anymore. Dad was, but he's recovered. Have you ever dumped anyone? Yes. What kind of tea do you drink? I hate tea. Do you know anyone in a gang? No, and I hope I never do. What’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? Risk his fucking sanity and health to try to hold my fucked up self up. What is your orientation? Gay? Straight? Metrosexual? Anything other? Bisexual. I've kinda been questioning pansexual of the late, though. I don't know. Have you ever done anything really dangerous or illegal with friends? Not to my memory. Name three feelings you’re feeling right now: Regret. Hopelessness. Loneliness. And the reasons for these feelings? Take a wild fuckin' guess. How do you feel about your life right now? It's an actual dumpster fire. Is it easy for you to like yourself? Why or why not? Fuck no. Because there's just not very much TO like about me. Even on my good days, I see flaw after flaw in myself. What subjects come naturally to you? English, some aspects of science. What subjects do not? Math, economics, politics, history... Do you read more fiction or more non-fiction books? Definitely fiction. When I read a book, I want an escape from the real world. How has today been for you? BOY HOWDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you do? Went to TMS therapy. Sat on the Internet. Cried. :^) Are there any candles lit in the room you’re in? No. Are there any lava lamps near you? No. I want one, though. Do you like cats or dogs better? Cats. Are any of your friends a pothead? Yes. What’s a goal you’re trying to accomplish soon? Start losing weight again. That'd be pretty goddamn grand. Are you a high maintenance person? Definitely not. The last time you yelled as loud as you could, what was the reason? I was having a nightmare. Have you ever been heartbroken? For sure. Who did that to you? First Dad, then Jason. Did you go through an ugly stage as a kid? Boy, did I. The last type of sandwich you made or ate: A pb&j. The last time you spent most of the day in bed: Literally every day. I do just about everything in bed. Pathetic, I know. The last friend or acquaintance you made: Ummmm idk. The last thing you took pictures of: A hydrangea bush. The last time you were scared: Now. The future is terrifying, my friend. The last thing you looked up online: The definition of a word to ensure I was using it correctly. The last thing you disagreed with: So I've been watching John Wolfe's old stream of him playing Alice: Madness Returns, and he went on a total soapbox about smoking being okay essentially because we're all gonna die eventually from something, and I really disagreed with it. Does your house have a separate laundry room? No, just like a closet. Do your parents still help you financially? I'm still entirely dependent on them. Does your car have a backup camera? No. Have either of your parents ever been in trouble with the law? Not to my knowledge. Have you ever had a pet that lived to be really old for its breed/species? REALLY old, no. Teddy was definitely up there, but beagles have lived longer. What was the last strong scent you smelled? Lysol. Have you ever told someone to their face that they were ugly? Christ, no. Is your bed against more than one of your walls? No. Have you ever been attracted to someone’s parent? Don't think so? Have you ever pole danced before? No. Have you ever broken into someone’s house? No. Have you ever seen a live bat? Yes. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent on a meal before? I dunno. Have you ever taken a woodshop class? No. How much time do you spend on Facebook, if you have one? Funny you ask, because as of today I decided to take a break from it for awhile. I've found it's nothing more than a breeding ground for envy and making me feel like a horribly incompetent adult. Has a teacher ever made you hate yourself/your work? I had one photography teacher in college that I was NOT a fan of. He was super, super hard on everyone, like to an unnecessary degree. We were students, not pros. Have you ever been on the barrier or front row at a concert? No. Are your parents supportive of you? Somehow.

#survey #surveys #random questions

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ofieugogyshz · 4 years ago

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Fic; Yearning for Adventure

Word Count: 2600

no tws / super fluffy, lovey-dovey content / self-ship content

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard being away from someone who feels like home. Someone who’s so busy, who puts so much on their plate, and not being able to help them with it. All you can do is wait, wait, and wait, hoping that maybe, one day, they’ll make the decision for themselves...

inspired by that one fucking uquiz and two lovedrunk fools crashing hands against their keyboards, cranking out things to fluster the other based off those uquiz results.

I mean, uh. I really love my husband and I want him to come home damnit.

As always, I love to hear comments and what you thought of it! :D rbs encouraged!

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We agreed to meet up somewhere when he was done with the current job he was on. The current Pokemon G-Man mission he was on had kept him away for awhile, a bit longer than the jobs he had been taking in recent years. He called me every so often, usually at the end of his day when he could, and if he didn't think it was too late. (It was never too late for me.) Some days we joked about how we still managed to have such a great marriage in spite of his work; a job that he had been considering asking for less of, so he could spend more time focusing on other factors in his life: the league, the clan, his mentee... his relationship with me. He said that he thought it wasn't fair to continue to ask so much of me, for how often we were kept apart sometimes. But I always told him that I knew what I signed up for, and that any complaints I gave him were always promptly taken care of; it wasn't of concern to me.

At least, that's what I told him. I always told him that, but I'm sure he knew that that wasn't the case. How often I had asked him to take time off from everything and go with me to visit Alola; a few times just half-joking when everything was stressful, that maybe we should just pack up and move there, even though neither of us had ever been. (He didn't like the joke too much, being such a responsible person, but he understood that I never meant seriously.) Even when we went to Galar for his match against its Champion, we could only stay a week; and I found myself longing to extend our stay, despite having put aside the notion of adventure, of having finally taking a break to just stay put and find a new, everyday routine. I'm sure it was the same for him; he looked as though he wanted to stay longer, and reconnect with the Gym Leader of the local Dragon-type Gym. But, work beckoned. A week off was all that the league could afford him, and he was already set up for a new mission when we got back.

I had really wondered if he was okay with living like this still. So when I heard him say this one night, over the phone, that he was considering limiting his time with them, I felt my heart jump in my chest. He never said anything that he wasn't serious about, and I... I really wanted to believe him. But for all the love and joy that he's brought into my life, I've been far too used to being denied things, especially in my younger years. I've trained myself not to expect too much of it, even though, when he said something... I always wanted to believe. I usually did. This though... This just felt too good to be true. So I was cautiously optimistic, cautiously hopeful, that maybe his words would ring true. But he was only considering it. Considering... It didn't guarantee an answer, but it had been on his mind for awhile.

That was a relief to know.

Even though the match was considered official league business, they did allow us a free week stay at a hotel. The vacation was much needed. This short little vacation where he was pardoned from all other work, all other responsibilities taken care of for a time. We weren't the same kids as we were when we met, two kids, two teens, on their own separate journeys; we had a lot more responsibilities expected of us as adults. I remember the thought flickering through my mind about how tired he looked, trying to split himself up so many ways; and how, here, during that week off, did I see him get the rest that he needed. The rest that needed, he deserved, from having too much on his plate. ...I wanted to believe that, maybe, one day, it could be like that everyday. I did my best to enjoy it while it last.

My Dragonite shifted her head, listening. Pika stopped her playing as well, ears twitching, a curious expression on her little face as she looked in the same direction as Augusta. I stuck my head out of the mountainside cave, the little cliff that jettisoned over part of Route 45. I pushed my glasses up, squinting, trying to see anything. Augusta snorted, a puff of air coming out of her nostrils, as she crossed her arms. Guess it was nothing. I gave my Dragonite a suspicious look, and she closed her eyes, pretending not to see. Meanwhile, my Pikachu continued to look around.

“Pikapi!!” exclaimed Pika, pointing above. I turned my head up, pouting when I saw the silhouette.

“Aw, man. I was going to try and surprise you.”

“Must be why she,” I said, nodding in the direction of my Dragonite, “suddenly went quiet.” I could just imagine him gesturing for her to be quiet as his Dragonite flew in, hovering above the cave entrance; my Pikachu, on the other hand, was not so great at unspoken signals. Especially when she was nearly as excited as I was to see my husband.

“I didn't think Pika was going to be around.”

“Oh, really? My partner Pokemon from when I was nine?”

“You know what I meant.”

“I do! Now get off that Dragonite and greet your wife properly!” I said, pouting at him again.

He laughed, jumping down as his Pokemon lowered close to the cave's entrance. Even though I usually found it cool when he jumped off, watching his cape fluttering behind him as he somehow always managed to stick his landing, I didn't waste a single second of this reunion, and found myself running to hug him, squeezing him tight. He returned my embrace, kissing me gently on the head. We held each other like that, quietly enjoying each other's presence. Time was on our side for the moment, as we breathed in the other's scent. Relishing that moment's peace.

“I missed you too,” he said slowly, hesitantly, as though breaking the silence first would cause the moment to be over, and time would once again resume, our adult lives parting us once more as responsibilities came to claim us.

“I missed you,” I said, looking up at his face. He looked like he was tired, but the sight of me had given him some relief from whatever stressors his mission had given him. I wanted to kiss that exhaustion away, and leaned in to do so...

Only to be tapped lightly in the face with a letter.

Well, that was unromantic.

I pursed my lips, pouting at him again, as I pulled the letter he held away from my face. “What's this?” I asked, a little grumbly. It had better been good to interrupt that, I thought. And he knew it too.

“Well....” he began, starting to look a little bashful. I raised an eyebrow, curious. He was usually the better of the two of us when it came to confidently and clearly speaking. “Those nights when I thought it was too late to call you--”

“You know I'm nocturnal, it wouldn't've been too late.”

He cleared his throat, and I took it as a cue to let him talk without interrupting. Not an easy feat for me, but for him? I could try. I crossed my arms and waited, letting him take the podium once more.

“It's a letter for you. I wrote you one.”

My face flushed instantly. I grabbed the envelope, looking it over and trying not to make my fluster obvious. (As though I could ever hide it from him.)

“Lance! Are you frickin' serious? I can't believe you would-- Honey, please.” I threw down my hands, letter still in hand, reluctantly accepting my flustered fate with resignation. I sighed, giving up, and held the letter close to me once more, looking at it again. “You didn't have to do that.”

“I know, I know. But... I haven't written you one in awhile, and, well, there were some things that I thought might be better said on paper. Especially with your memory,” he teased. I smacked his arm with the letter. “Ow!”

“Pff. You and I both know that didn't hurt.”

“It hurt my ego,” he said, giving me a sad face. He was using one of my own tactics against me.

“Oh stop that.” I rolled my eyes. My fingers traced over the back of the envelope, where the letter had been sealed inside. I waited. He didn't say anything, but watched me instead. “What?”

“I... Actually I wanted to see you read it. It's not long, I promise.”

My face, which had been cooling off from its earlier fluster, heated up once more. “E-eh? Uh... Um...” I fumbled around for my words, not even sure of what I was trying to think. It was embarrassing, for one, to think about him watching me read the words he carefully chose and picked out for me. And I was already so easy to fluster in person...

“What's wrong?”

“U-um... Nothing. Nothing, really.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm my shuddering nerves. “I'm just not used to this... I mean, it's been awhile since we've exchanged letters, and, well, usually we weren't face to face if we ever read them around the other.... I think.” I tried to think of a time when something like this happened before, but nothing came to mind. Memories of us as teens, meeting up, sharing our letters with one another; whatever we had meant to send out on our way to a meetup spot were shared during those moments, sitting next to each other, leaning into each other. Arms wrapped around the recipient, chins on shoulders as we watched with bated breath our datemate read, pressing our faces against the other's back... okay maybe that last one was mostly me. Memories of reading by candlelight during a storm in this particular spot came to mind. I briefly wondered if those initials I carved when I was sixteen were still somewhere, or if time or a Pokemon wore away at the wall that I inscribed them on. Maybe I was still too busy processing the unexpected turn of events to think of any other time except those.

I heaved another sigh, quickly accepting my fate, and opened the letter. I didn't read it aloud, at any rate, so I at least was spared that embarrassment. Though... to say his words were embarrassing would have been an insult that he did not deserve. He never shied away from telling me that he loved me, and there was not a soul that had spent any time around him that could doubt it. He treasured me greatly, and often went to great lengths to remind me of it. Even right now. I found myself skimming far quicker than my brain could process, various words standing out to me all at once, and I felt a quivering in my lips at the thought that went into them. I peeked my eyes out from behind the letter to glance at him. He usually enjoyed watching me do anything, but this was the one time I think he had managed to keep his glance askew, distracted with greeting my two Pokemon. I took a deep breath and tried again to swim through the words, letting them flow back into the sentences they once formed, and read it again, and again, all the way through, until it was done in one go.

I finally threw the letter down again, running to hug him again.

“You... You know you don't have to write me letters, right?”

“Sometimes, you need something a little more memorable. It at least kept me busy some nights without you.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You're silly sometimes, you know that?”

“I know.”

He kissed the top of my head again. He pulled back a little, cupping my face; starting at my jawline, gently tracing the sides of my face with his thumbs, his hands gliding until they rested just under my ears, tucking his hands in to the loose hair that had gathered there. I felt myself pulled in for a kiss, softly, as though he were taking gentle care of something that he revered. I draped my arms over his shoulders, hands linking at the back of his neck.

I loved our kisses. The ones when we had been apart for awhile, they never ceased to be amazing, some sort of magical moment that still managed to make my heart skip a beat. It was a release for all that tension that came from being apart, a relief that we were together again. Passion still beat beneath that, restrained, as though we were desperate to let the other know that we were missed, but we kept it back, used it to keep our kiss going, lips locked, never wanting to be apart once more. Never to be left longing again. There was a bittersweet feeling in the air as our lips pulled away slightly, heads pressed together.

“Having you to come back to... It's what makes the job worthwhile.”

I nuzzled him, kissing his cheek. “You're just saying that.”

“I mean it, Sarah. You're what keeps me going; I look forward to coming home to you.”

My face flushed once more, and I buried it in the crook of his neck. His hands came to rest on my back, and he held me tight. I whined against his chest, embarrassed. As always, I lacked the words to pinpoint the feelings it gave me whenever he said that; I always used to assume he just said those things to be romantic, when we were younger. But I quickly realized that whatever he said, he meant; and every single thing he had ever said since always made my heart jump. Even the cheesy ones.

He pulled me away a little to kiss me once more. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning in to his kiss. A smile played its way onto our lips. We laughed, giggling, trying to kiss each other only for our lips to part. My mind played back what he said, as we kissed, the mirthful laughter still intermittent. Before we could get lost in our reunion, I pulled away, looking at his eyes.

“Does this mean that you're still going to be working the same hours with the G-Men?”

“Hm. I haven't been able to discuss it with them yet, but I did start filling out a request form to change my availability with them. It's been a long time coming, and I'm sure my colleagues there will be relieved to hear that I'm finally giving myself a break. Though, I will miss a lot of the adventures that job brings...”

My eyes widened as I listened to him. I had questions that I wanted to ask him about it, about what he meant specifically, what hours he had in mind, how come he never took this time before if others at this job were downright concerned for his well-being, but none of the right words would come to mind.

“Wow. What are you ever going to do with all that free time?” I asked, half teasing.

“I'm not sure. I'm hoping maybe spend more time with you.” He kissed me on the cheek, and I buried my face again, laughing into his chest.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“I hope you do too.”

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piershoesz · 4 years ago

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Where the Bugs Buzz | Pokemon OC Drabble

Follow-Up to my Fight for Me post! This takes place several years after Alex and Guzma get together, so they’ve married and have had two kids, Alphy and Ganet!

This drabble goes into detail on how Alphy catches his first Pokemon, Butterfree!

“Bug-catching...?”

The young boy pondered, from across the dining table, Guzma smiled and pulled out his rotom-dex.

“Yep! Thought I’d take ya out so you could watch me catch a few!”

He smiled at his son, Alex smiling over her own rotom-dex.

“Your father and I thought it would be a good way to catch your first Pokemon!”

She grinned, one of her hands finding her son’s delicate one, intertwining their fingers.

“I get to catch a Pokemon?!”

Alphy questioned, chair sliding back with a screech as he stood and placed both palms on the tabletop, leaning over and staring at both adults with wide eyes.

Guzma chuckled and extended his hand, ruffling the boys hair.

“Darn right ya are! Now c’mon... we’re gonna be late!”

He said, Alphy quickly pushed his chair back in and raced to the patio, slipping on his shoes and running out into the tall grass, Guzma following after him.

“Be careful you two!”

Alex called after them, sweeping a lock of deep brown hair behind her ear and placing a hand on her hip.

The Alolan breeze swept Melemele, and with it the sweet scent of honey and nectar filled the air.

‘Lets hope they don’t cause too much chaos...’

She thought, and let out a high-pitched laugh before heading back inside.

...

“So... how do you use this again?”

Alphy asked, fidgeting with the net in his hands.

“Like this, watch me!”

Guzma simply said, turning on his heel and racing forth. He had spotted a caterpie... and within seconds he had swung the net down, encapsulating it in the fine silk webbing of the net.

“Woah! That was so cool!”

Alphy exclaimed. From behind him, Guzma’s trusted Golisopod let out a cry of joy.

“Just like that!”

Guz said, turning around once more and holding out the net to show Alphy. Then, he placed the net down and let the caterpie slowly crawl out and shuffle back into the grass, much to his son’s disappointment.

“Why’d you let it go?”

The boy asked.

“Now, catching em’ like this is just for fun... but if you really wanna catch a Pokemon... ya gotta throw a Pokeball at it!”

He explained, pulling out Golisopod’s Pokeball to show the child. Alphy approached him and took it into his hands, rolling it around and examining it.

“See?”

Guzma asked, a smile spreading across his face as he ruffled Alphy’s hair. The boy pushed back his father’s large and calloused hand away and pointed toward the forest.

“I wanna catch a Butterfree!”

He exclaimed, and started to run, Guzma stumbling after him with their nets.

...

The Pokemon League never really got any challengers... most trial-goers spent ages preparing for and moving through totem battles, and even those who got all the way up to the Elite Four usually ended up getting floored by at least one of them.

The only people Alex really ever fought were those who she met on her island challenge... which was quite a lot... but every now and again she wished for another challenger to face her.

Someone who didn’t have grounded determination like Hau or sheer force like Olivia.

Speaking of Olivia, she and Alex were clambered in her own rock chamber, discussing the news as they waited for a challenger to show, though it did not seem they would see one today.

“Oh? So Alphy’s catching a Pokemon today?”

Akala’s Kahuna questioned. She had come to know Alphy, ever since he was a baby, she had helped babysit him.

Olivia never had children of her own, so watching little Alphy grow and change every day in her care was like a blessing from Tapu Lele.

“Yes! His first Pokemon actually!”

Alex grinned, to her words Olivia also smiled.

“I assume he’d want a bug-type... he’s always been fond of them...”

She noted, tilting her head to the side, her sparkling earrings reflecting the lights from the chamber as she moved.

“His adoration for them would be from Guz... from the moment Alphy could walk... he’d let him around his Pokemon...”

Alex stared down into her lap, eyes fluttering shut as a laugh escaped her lips.

“Alphy used to love when Guz would lift him up onto Golisopod’s back!”

She exclaimed, and Olivia laughed as well, recollecting her memories of the times when Alphy was just a toddler.

“Hmmm... I seem to remember a couple times when you two would come over to drop him off and he’d be on it’s back...”

The Kahuna smiled, and Alex nodded.

“He does have a great love for Pokemon...”

She said, Olivia tilted her head back once more, glimmering earrings swinging with her sudden movement.

“That’d be because of you.”

She said, and Alex looked up, surprised.

“Really?

She asked, and Olivia chuckled.

“You know why you’re the champion, right?”

She asked, and Alex nodded.

“My Pokemon got me here... I owe them so much...”

The champion smiled, Olivia continued.

“You love them all an awful lot, thats for sure... Alphy sees you care for them everyday... it only makes sense he’d love them just as much!”

Akala’s Kahuna explained, and Alex smiled, gaze falling back to her lap again.

“You’d be correct with that, thank you.”

She said, and Olivia let out a hum.

“Of course, my dear.”

...

“See that group there? Ya wanna approach them slowly... and make sure you have the honey with ya...”

Guzma explained, holding out the small jar and a pokeball, Alphy nodded and slowly crept from his spot behind the bushes, the large swarm of Butterfree taking a break by a nearby tree.

Alphy watched them closely, noting the few Butterfree who began to stray from the group and float off.

Carefully, he moved close to one of them, it’s bottom wing pattern indicating it was female, opening the honey and offering it by placing it down onto the soft grass.

Within a moment, the lone Butterfree had seized the jar and began to eat up the honey, much to the boy’s amazement.

“Great kiddo! Now make sure to throw the Pokeball!”

Guzma called out, not too loud to startle the Pokemon, but loud enough for Alphy to hear.

With a quick curve of his wrist, he threw the ball at an angle, watching it hurl towards the Butterfree and click when it hit the creature.

The ball dropped to the ground, rolled one, then twice.

Then a third time.

Then it clicked!

“I did it!”

Alphy exclaimed, running over to retrieve the ball. He cupped it in his hands and stared down at his reflection in the shiny red of it’s top half.

“I’ll take good care of you, Butterfree!”

He smiled, and dropped the ball into his back pocket while he scooped up the now empty honey jar and brought both back to Guzma.

“Nice job kiddo!”

Guzma beamed upon Alphy’s arrival back behind the bushes, his large hand ruffling the boy’s hair.

Alphy laughed and swatted his father’s touch away, handing him the jar and pulling out the Pokeball.

“Thanks for helping Daddy! Couldn’t have caught her without you!”

He grinned, and tackled Guzma into a hug. The two rolled over into the grass, laughing.

...

“A Butterfree hm?”

Alex smiled, Alphy’s new Pokemon floated around her as she spun to see it. Then, she pulled her jar of Pokebeans from the cupboard and offered a few to the creature.

“Yep! Me and Daddy caught it together!”

He exclaimed, Guzma brought the boy up onto his shoulders so he could watch Butterfree eat the delicacies Alex had laid out for it.

“Now you do realize with a new Pokemon comes new responsibilities, right?”

Alex questioned, and Alphy nodded.

“Daddy told me I gotta feed it and play for it and keep it from getting too hurt!”

He replied, and Alex hummed, a hand pressing to Guzma’s cheek.

“Daddy taught you very well Alphy, that’s exactly what you need to do!”

She grinned, and Guzma set Alphy down as Butterfree finished it’s Pokebeans.

“Now... how’s about you help Mommy and Daddy care for the rest of their Pokemon and we send you off to bed?”

Alex suggested, and Alphy leaped towards the backdoor.

“Yeah!”

He shouted, and ran off into the yard where both Alex and Guzma’s Pokemon were waiting.

There was a short silence, and then Alex was leaning into her husband, arms open as she embraced him.

“You did good, Guz.”

She said.

“I did?”

He asked, and she nodded.

“Yes, very good. You’re teaching him so much... you’re a great father.”

She smiled, and with a sigh of relief, Guzma pressed his nose to the shiny leather of his wife’s jacket, even despite the material... it smelled like the sweet Alolan flowers.

“Good... I’m glad I am.”

He said, and then the two set off to help Alphy.

Writing about Butterfree made me realy happy! I know for sure I cried watching ‘Bye Bye Butterfree’ for the first time when I was little!

#pokemon #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon sumo #pokemon ultra sun and moon #pokemon usum #guzma #guzma pokemon #guzma x oc #pokesona #pokemon oc #pokemon ocs

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operativesurprise · 4 years ago

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TMI medical shit

so my face has been tingly, and so have my finger tips and so has this weird chunk of my .... vague inner gut area on the right. The gut has been ‘numb’ and tingly for a while now, and anyone who has worn a bra that was a little too tight has gotten good at ignoring the occasional fingers tingling. But the face, while I’ve had face tingles before in isolated incidents, has been off and on (mostly on) for the last 3 or 4 days now. It’s like I have pins and needles in my temples, the corners of my eyes, corners of my mouth, and on either side of my chin (sorta where your ‘chin’ becomes your ‘jaw’, like, that area). It’s perfectly symmetrical too, which is odd. So on monday I was driving home from work and the tingles in my face and hands got SUPER pronounced so I called the oncall dr at my dr’s office, on the basis that if it wasn’t serious I could wait till today, wednesday, for my physical and talk to my dr then, or if it was the oncall would tell me to go to the ER and it wouldn’t be me over reacting. now, idk if you can see this plot twist coming, but the oncall was like “wtf go to the fucking ER you might be having a stroke” which, yeah, I was thinking too but when you’re Medically Fat (tm) you learn to ignore/push aside A LOT of symptoms and shit bc the times you DO go to the doctor they just want to talk about how “HEY DID YOU KNOW YOU”RE FAT?” SO I still called my mother after talking to the oncall and asked her if I should really go to the ER and she ALSO was like “wtf rebecca YES”

so my husband drove me to the ER and waited very nicely outside playing pokemon go. And I have to say it’s the first time I’ve gone to a doctor and had anything wrong with me and the dr didn’t immediately and exclusively talk about my weight. In fact, he didn’t mention it at all, and when he talked about how sometimes paresthesia can occur from certain vitamin deficiencies in pt’s he smoothly said “but you appear to be a wellnourished, healthy young woman,” and I was so startled I actually laughed and said “I wouldn’t say healthy”. Like. Shocked. I was shocked. I am gonna be 30 in a month and I have Never, ever, been to a doctor who didn’t comment on my weight at least once, never had a doctor not try to tie whatever I was there for into my weight. (try going in for strep throat and getting a lecture on how losing weight will mAkE It bEtteR). And I mean, now I have to see a neurologist bc the ER doc couldn’t do anything except rule out a stroke or TIA, and the possible causes runs the gambut from mother fucking MS to crohn’s to just stress and anxiety (which, let’s be real, is a real contender right there). But I’m so fucking flabberghasted that the ER doc called me healthy that I’m STILL thinking about it.

#me #personal #medical

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im-bipolar-but-thats-okay · 4 years ago

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Love, Pt 3.

Like a bad DBZ episode it has taken us awhile to get to the end of my love life. So grab your boo or your favorite Pokemon stuffed animal and snuggle up for my great finale.

The One I Can’t Let Go Why can’t I let go? Well because on paper he is perfect. He is devilishly handsome, actually used to model. He is funny and goofy. He likes all the same stuff I do, Pokemon and Star Wars. He is intelligent and always keeps a good conversation. His smile makes me smile and his laugh makes me laugh. He has a good career and is even going to school. He is my perfect sexual match. PERFECT. He makes me feel taken care of and like I don’t need to worry about anything because he is going to make sure it is okay. He is a good father to his Pitbull, and she is just as adorable as he is. But the demon hurt him. I hurt him. And things were never the same. I don’t fully blame myself. He has a lot of issues, too. When he is upset, he pushes me away. I cannot tell you how many times he has broken up with me. When he is mad, he is cold. He went as far as to call my knuckle tattoos trashy. Asshole, those are one of my favorite tattoos. I could easily fill a notebook with the ways he has hurt me, like the time he abandoned me in New York City. I could easily fill a notebook with the ways I hurt him, like the time I destroyed his apartment. And I could easily fill a notebook about the things I love about him, like the way he always wants to sit next to me at a restaurant and not across from me. Or the way he says my name in Spanish. Or the way he winks at me and it always makes me blush. I even love the story of how we met. Probably should have started there but here we go. I was drunk off my ass, hanging out with a girlfriend in downtown Denton. We had leftovers from our dinner, but we were too lazy to walk back to the car. As we were approaching the venue for a show my friend of a friend’s band was going to play at, I raised the box above my head and said, “Does anyone want this food?” A husky man replied, “Is it poisoned?” The husky man was his friend. There were three of them. They were there to see their friend’s band play. We talked a little but then my girlfriend and I went inside. I was dancing and having fun when they found us. My girlfriend was trying to flirt with him, and I was in my own little world. I had no idea he was looking at me the whole night. Eventually, he bought me a shot and I proceeded to make out with him. He asked for my number and I said no. Instead, I added him on Facebook. For some reason, drunk me thought it was safer to add him than to give him my number. My girlfriend and I disappeared into the night to another bar. He messaged me that he had to leave but wanted to see me before he left. I gave him the wrong bar name, not on purpose. I was really fucked up. But he eventually found me. I was flirting with another guy at a table. He walked right up to me and gave me the most passionate kiss. The other guy stormed off. To be honest, I did not think much of the One I Can't Let Go at first. I really saw him as just another guy who wanted to fuck me. Conceited, I know. The first time we actually hung out, and I was sober, I fell in love almost instantly. He was so much deeper than I had thought. Fast-forward to three years later, so much pain and so much happiness. Most of my family and friends don't like him. Most of his family and friends don't like me. But I don’t care. I still love him. As I type through my tears, I know his darkness is not enough for me to let him go.

The Speed Bump Last but not least. Actually, yeah. He is the least. Fuck him. He dumped me because of my depression/bipolar and my alcohol problems. The last time I broke up with the One I Can’t Let Go it was because we seem to want different things for our future. I actually don’t think he knows what he wants for his future. Anyways, I went on a hunt for someone basically just like him on several dating apps. I even tried Chispa. (Chispa is a dating app for Latinos. Chispa means spark in Spanish.) I met the Speed bump on Bumble. At first, I felt medium about him. His pictures were okay. They showed a goofy side but no clear pics of his face. What really got me was his bio. It seemed like he was actually looking for a real relationship and not just a hook up. We talked a bit but things kind of slowed down. I was connecting more with another guy. When my uncle died from Covid, I was silent on all my apps for a day or two while I cried and took depression naps. Then I started talking to Speed bump again. I needed to not feel alone. The second time around we really hit it off. We started hanging out almost every day. He even took me on a trip to Austin for my birthday. I was slowly falling in love even though we had only dated for 3 months. It wasn’t anything like the One I Can’t Let Go. It was calmer, tame. But for a while it was really nice. I started to daydream about a future with a husband and Spanish-speaking babies again. But things turned dark one night. I got too drunk, big surprise. I made a mistake or, rather, several. He didn’t talk to me for 2 days. When he finally did, I thought we came out stronger than ever. But I guess I didn’t change fast enough for him. Then I started my blog and I think that scared him away too. He dumped me and it was bad. We were at a restaurant! We spent the whole day together. I actually thought we were having a good day, but I guess he was just trying to hold it in, and he couldn’t anymore. I’m still pretty bitter about the whole situation. A part of me feels betrayed and I feel like he was blaming me for a lot of his own issues. I was really hurt by it, but not hurt enough to put a hex on him. Now, I’m going to use this opportunity to be petty and talk shit. First, he had really bad teeth. I actually almost didn’t go out on a second date with him because his teeth were so bad. It really bothered me in the beginning and I wish I would’ve listened to my shallow end that time. I mean, I am horrible at brushing my teeth, but, daaaaaamn, they were bad. Sometimes he pooped without flushing. I witnessed this twice. Like WTF. You are way too old to not be flushing the toilet. His car was really shitty. He had just bought a house, so I guess he didn’t have a lot of money for a new car, but he also had two roommates who paid rent. I just feel like at 30 years old, we should not be worrying if your car is going to start or not. The sex was blah. It was good, but it was very vanilla. And one of the biggest things I struggled with was that his stepped and brother were racist. They dropped the N-word a lot and with the "-er" at the end. He was just okay with it? I don’t fully understand how you can just be okay with it. The first time I heard his brother say that, I was mortified. I was so upset I ran to his room and started crying. I had to call my really good friend who is black but also basically my little brother. He calmed me down and told me to get out of there. The Speed bump told me he wanted his brother to be “comfortable” in his own home, which I guess means you get free rein to be a racist. I don’t know, man. It made it really hard to be around his family though and made me question him. You know what? It was short-lived, but it wasn’t too bad. I think it brought my attention towards my struggle with alcohol, so I guess that’s a good thing. Now that I look back, I'm kind of glad it is over and didn't last long. That is why he is called the Speed bump.

So that’s it! All the guys I have ever dated. The ones I loved and the one I didn’t. Fifteen years of dating and I have made many mistakes. I’ve lived many lives and I definitely have plenty of stories to tell. What is next? I don’t know. We will see. Maybe in a couple of months I will make a new post about the next guy who broke my heart.

#bipolar disorder #bipolar #mental health #mental disorder #mental illness #mental instability #mental health support #love #relationship #relationships #break up #heartbreak #dating

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