#but she eventually adjusts

[yuesya]

Sorry if you've answered this already but what's Ayase's relationship with Ayaka/Ayato like?

Ayase had always been quiet and reserved.

… Perhaps it was only natural. His older sister had been born with a frail constitution, one that resulted in her being secluded and withdrawn from the rest of the world for the sake of her own health. In his childhood, Ayato remembers his parents gently telling him to be mindful of her body and her wellbeing. To make sure not to disturb Ayase. It’s important for Ayase to rest properly, and not overexert herself.

Ayato does as his parents bid him. He hopes that the medicines are working, and he prays that his sister’s body will recover fully one day.

Perhaps it’s due to the isolation, but his sister is… difficult to interact with, in the beginning. Sometimes, the way she looks at Ayato –it’s like her gaze slides right over him. And it’s…

It’s…

…

There’s a vivid image that he remembers, even now: Ayase sitting on the engawa, wearing nothing more than a threadbare yukata despite the chill of the autumn wind. Pale white hair cascades down her back, long strands thrown up into the air by the passing wind, and she turns around at the call of her name–

His sister had looked at him, and her gaze had been detached, empty. Ayato hadn’t recognized it at the time, but it had sent a distinct chill down his back nonetheless.

… Things change, as the seasons pass. Ayato persists in visiting his sister as often as he can, and eventually Ayase loses the distant look in her eyes. One day, Ayase stands up and starts walking around the house like a perfectly normal person, as if she hadn’t been bedridden for years–

Their mother had burst into tears that day, clutching at Ayase. Ayase had looked at her with a faintly befuddled look, as if she didn’t understand what was happening. Then, slowly reached out to return their mother’s warm embrace.

Ayaka doesn’t remember a period of time when her sister was a distant, detached figure in their family. But Ayato does. So when a glimmer of that same something returns to her eyes as she stands before the downed form of their uncle, blade raised high in her hand–

She’ll really do it, Ayato realizes, before anyone else in the room catches on to what’s about to happen. Their uncle is still seething, too focused on his own anger and humiliation at his defeat to notice anything amiss. The onlookers are still stunned by Ayase’s victory, the unexpected triumph of a delicate seventeen year old girl over her uncle more than two decades her senior in a trial by combat. None of them see it–!

Which is why it falls to Ayato to do something, here and now before Ayase kills their uncle in cold blood front of the entire Kamisato Clan. Ayato shoots to his feet before he even realizes it, his body moving instinctively before his mind catches up with his body.

“Sister!”

Ayase tilts her head, a clear indication that she’s listening to him despite the fact that she hasn’t turned to look at him.

Good.

“Sister,” Ayato continues, more calmly now that he knows he has her attention. “Our uncle challenged your right to headship of the clan in a trial by combat, and lost. You’ve proven your strength.”

An overwhelming victory. So you don’t need to kill him.

“It’s not enough,” his sister says. Ayase’s voice is calm, indifferent.

… Ayato needs to change her mind. Because their uncle might be an opportunistic schemer, but he still plays an important role in the Kamisato Clan. And right now, with the death of their parents and the pressure that their clan is facing from external forces, they really don’t need to add internal issues to the situation. Such issues would most definitely arise, if Ayase killed their uncle.

“But it will suffice,” Ayato tells her. Then, “Please.”

Please listen to me.

You are head of the Kamisato Clan, now. Ayase, please…

For a moment, his sister is silent.

Then, she lifts her blade from where it’s pointed at their uncle, and finally turns away. But their uncle takes this as opportunity, his hands closing around his own sword as he raises it and lunges at her back–!

“Sister!”

A deafening thunderclap resounds through the room, like a lightning strike –no, there is lightning. Coils of electric energy dance over the wooden flooring in wild, erratic arcs, and Ayato forces himself to look despite the blinding light, heart heavy in his throat–

Their uncle lies on the ground in eight different pieces, and Ayase’s sword is red with blood. Lightning crackles around his sister, and there is a glowing purple orb that floats atop her hand.

A Vision.

[mitchell-nihil]

Kiora, maybe Lyra...

what should her name be?

[neurotonic]

Is Mamba destined to die after killing the Phoenix, or would Zor keep her around to do other things after the fact? Would they keep their test tube baby around after they've done what they've been built to do, or would Zor drop them off on the side of the road in a cardboard box

Very interesting question! I think because of Zor and Mamba's relationship... if Mamba managed to kill Phoenix, Zor would have ordered to kill them immediately afterwards.

The main thing here is Zor is... more or less disappointed with Mamba's whole existence. They're not Phoenix, no matter how hard they'll try. It's not the same. The reason why they haven't disposed of them already was because their indestructibility makes it a little hard to do so. While that in on itself is actually really helpful in the field, it quickly became evident that Mamba's just too emotionally fired up about getting Zor's approval and killing Phoenix that they're willing to be very reckless and very destructive. Zor hasn't tried to reign him in themselves, more due to the fact that they hate his guts so much they don't WANT to interact with him ever. It's up to Sans and his team (honestly, mostly Schaden) to try and temper him.

Obviously Zor gets enraged at the fact that they didn't get to kill their most hated enemy, but that failure of an experiment did--I think they'd take it as an insult to be honest. That's why they've been sending her to secret assassination missions far away from the Phoenix's possible locations.

Just imagine Mamba showing them her kill, Zor would bite back their rage and ask how they did so (without so much as a thanks, but Mamba doesn't notice because "Finally, they're talking to me!!") and when Mamba details everything, Zor uses that information against her. Dead and dead. I don't think they'd want to keep them around just because of the stuff above ^^^. It's not logical (wasting an extremely loyal indestructible asset?) but the principle, I feel, is more important for Zor (they don't have to give that imperfection the satisfaction of a compliment). Also they're just. not Phoenix. They want Phoenix.

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Couldn't play again today so i'm still thinking about Carver sorry not sorry <3

Anyways. Thinking about how Aveline is theoretically perfect to fill in the space of tank in their defence when Carver is down, but it's all Wrong. All the wrong moves and timing and signals and it completely throws Liam and Bethany off

[kennys-parka-jacket]

the fact that she is so tall and so mean and she likes "hooking up" with people and sometimes she walks around in the nude and being her neighbor means getting used to the sound of her screaming and and and

[beauzos]

i have a fun idea for a Nahyuta fic i might get around to writing this week. i really want to explore that year when Amara was back in his life, that year when she got pregnant and had Rayfa, because it happened like. directly after Apollo was sent to America and oh man. there's a lot of stuff i can do with this.

[krikeymate]

Double whammy of the Sam with a 10 year age difference having a conniption cause Tara is trying to go around sleeping with random guys

Sam was NOT prepared for handling a teenager, let alone a teenager with PTSD. She's barely feels like an adult herself, and only two years after finally getting her mother out of their lives, her little sister is nearly killed, all because of her.

Tara's 14 (&3/4) when Amber and Ritchie try to kill her in this AU, so let's not try and make that too 😬... hmm, got it.

In the aftermath, she does not cope well.

Tara's always had moments where she's chafed against Sam's authority, where she's been distant, especially since she became her legal guardian, but nothing like this. Sometimes it feels like Amber had managed to kill Tara after all, and she's left trying to care for a ghost. Sam wishes she could kill her all over again... and again, and again, for the rest of eternity, for the anguish she's caused her girl.

The attack at the hospital and again at Amber's only makes her injuries worse. In the end, it takes her leg 4 months to heal, and she was confined to the bed full-time for a month, with another month of being confined mostly to her bed. Needless to say, she doesn't cope well. Tara's not a baby anymore, and she can't stand to be coddled, can't stand the reminder that she isn't like the other girls in her class. She can't stand the fact she can't even dress and undress herself in this state. Can't stand to think of Amber.

And the pain, it's constant, it's everywhere, in her body, in her heart, in her head. The only time she's somewhat happy these days is under the influence of the painkillers that leave her floating between awake and asleep, where everything is fine and good. Sam can't bear to see her sister in this state, drugged up and absent. It's the only time she sees her sister smile anymore, and it hurts. But it's the only thing that keeps her going, and Tara's constantly in pain, so she keeps refilling the prescription. Later, she'll wish she was stronger, she'll wish she had listened to the part of her that said something was off. But Sam's never listening to herself, to anyone, over her sister.

Tara takes painkillers long after she needs them, and eventually, they stop providing the void she's always searching for. So she finds other options. Tara's newly 17 and lying beneath some guy, drugged out of her mind, in the basement of someone's house. They'd been making out for what felt like hours, when she felt his hand slip down her trousers, and then her sister had stormed into the room, throwing fists. What happens after that is as foggy as what came before that.

They move to New York.

Apparently, Sam is best friends with Gale fucking Weathers these days, because Sam gets a job with her, and that job apparently comes with an apartment. Tara finishes her school career online, in the corner of a studio or in a dressing room or the back of a news van, wherever Sam or Gale go, Tara is stuck being dragged around by them. She knows why. She's not stupid. She kind of hates Sam for it. She hates herself more for thinking such a thing, for being so weak.

She still has her vices, despite it all Sam never took her privacy from her. So Tara still has seedy chats and pictures and videos to distract herself with when she's feeling empty. It feels good to be loved, adored, for a little while. She can't bear to expose the emptiness inside of her to Sam, can't bring herself to talk about what happened to the therapists, to talk about Amber. Or the things she said, the things she did.

She's nearly 18 when they're attacked again. Ethan, Sam's clumsy assistant with the sweet smile and who always had a kind word for Tara, and their neighbour, Quinn, who liked variety in her men. Some of those men had little brothers she would introduce to Tara. They're Ritchie's family, and they want revenge.

Tara begins sleeping around as a coping mechanism after that. She won't go back to the drinking, and the drugs, she doesn't want to do that to Sam again. Her sister already has so much going on, she doesn't want to add to that. It doesn't even occur to her how much this would hurt her as well.

[aforgottenthing]

do you ever think about the fact that the entire phoenix wright: ace attorney trilogy happens because gregory edgeworth dies.

[nonuggetshere]

I need to draw something with PK and Hornet there's not enough of these two together in my art

[blobbei-art]

I edited her ref sheet a while ago but it’s just been sitting in my WIPs. Decided to upload it in this state right now anyway. Most likely one day there will be a proper one.

(RIP to Theresia’s human ref also stuck in WIP limbo <3)

[arolesbianism]

I've been thinking abt my critter dupes some more and it was all fun and games until I remembered that I made Mi-ma a beeta and hm. Whoops. Uh oh. (<- Considered the implications for more than 2 seconds)

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

OOOOO YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT THE TRAGEDY OF KRIS OOOOOO

KRIS LORE LETS GOOOOOOOO

This is going to be a bit about Bill too because they are very connected but I promise the main point here is Kris’s tragedy.

OK so. I’ve mentioned before that there’s a timeline 0 and that consists of RGBY and GSC. And the world was so unstable and on the verge of collapsing in on itself by the end of that timeline that Arceus had to essentially reset the timeline and basically create patches so that it couldn’t happen again.

But the problem is that the work was very shoddy, and various fragments of the old world continue to haunt the new one, with only two people even remembering that there was an old timeline. One of these ghosts was Kris Kawamoto, and the only two people who remember the old timeline is her, and her uncle Bill Sonezaki, the man who destabilized an already unstable world.

But what HAPPENED? You may ask.

See, Kris was a regular bright eyed trainer who was exploring Johto, trying to complete her pokedex. She had her childhood friend Ethan and a strange boy named Silver traveling with her off and on. She was a little feisty and hot tempered but she still had a good heart, love of adventure, and reckless courage.

But that reckless courage ultimately would get her killed in a freak accident involving her trying to register Lugia on a stormy night.

And her uncle, who loved her like a daughter, was DEVASTATED. So much so to the point where he he took to using his box system to try and preserve her soul and have some way to keep her around. Again, he loved her like a daughter he never had, and she meant a lot to him.

It’s a bit difficult to explain how the box system works in the first place but essentially, pokemon can be compressed into data and stored in computers. Only certain Pokémon can go through this method and still roam not just an individual’s PC box, but the entire web, one of these being porygon. And with porygon as the base of his design, he went to work trying to save his niece’s life in any way possible.

But, even with Celebi giving him its blessings, because Bill was using science to play god with his already very iffy design, the existing cracks in the universe began to show themselves more, and it started to collapse. Arceus steps in. The world gets reset.

All’s good right? The world gets reset, meaning nothing happened, even if Bill gets punished with the memories of the existing timeline, and all’s good right?

Well.

A little anomaly, a bug if you will, slipped by Arceus’s notice. It was just one soul after all, even a god would miss that among a sea of god knows who many.

And that anomaly was the soul of Kris, who managed to attach itself to the PC box system after all.

And so when the world gets reset, the box system is created, Kris wakes up with every memory of the existing timeline, including her final moments where she was killed by Lugia. But she isn’t able to roam the world with her own two feet, in fact she’s stuck in a network, stuck behind computer screen after computer screen. Viewing the outside world from other people’s desks.

She doesn’t even realize the world’s restarted, until she comes across a comes across a PC under the name that’s just like her last name, with an IP address that looks awfully familiar, and a desk that looks just like hers. In fact it is her desk. She would recognize her childhood cyndaquil plush anywhere, that picture of her parents on her wall anywhere.

But that’s not her on the other side of the computer screen, it’s a different girl. A girl she doesn’t recognize, but wears pigtails just like she does, and has parents who look just like and have the same exact names off. A girl by the name of Lyra.

She’s been replaced with a girl who’s nothing like her, while Kris is stuck watching her live a world behind a window.

And eventually she would meet Lyra for real and they would talk, getting to the point where Kris starts going along with her in Lyra’s pokewalker. But whenever Kris calls for her parents while Lyra steps away, they can’t understand her. They just hear beeping. Lyra has no clue who she is, or what she even is in this world. (It’s only until later that Kris breaks the news about it to her.)

And then Lyra starts going on a journey like she does, she goes with Ethan Hidaka who’s supposed to be HER friend, she meets Silver Watanabe who’s supposed to be HER rival with Ethan, she goes on a journey with a Cyndaquil just like hers and gets to go and complete the pokedex like Kris could never finish.

A porygon for a friend isn’t a replacement for an entire team of six that the girl in front of her has taken from her.

Sure Lyra takes her along, and for some odd reason Silver and Ethan can understand her through the weird tamagotchi thing and the PC whenever they’re in a pokemon center. So she acts like she’s friends with the other three. But she’s boiling with hatred for both Lyra and her uncle.

She’s stuck in a little computer watching a world where she should have had a place in while she watches a completely different girl in every way but place in the world, have the adventure she wasn’t able to finish.

She was supposed to be dead.

Instead she’s living through something that feels worse.

But she’s not even sure if she could consider it living.

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 12 / 31 * TRAIN TRACKS 」

September 11, 1885

Emmett wakes with a shout and rakes a hand through his slightly damp hair, pushing some of his wild locks out of his face.

Early morning sun steals in through the small spaces between the stable's panelling but Emmett still feels caught in limbo, neither here-nor-there. When his heart finally stops screaming in his ears and he gets his breathing under control, it's then that he realises his surroundings—wooden, rustic, dusty.

He's still back in 1885.

Four days ago, Marty went back to the future to the most spectacular fanfare, and three days ago, the ravine was officially renamed Eastwood Ravine in honour of a man who never truly existed, not as they knew him, yet still perished on the train when it lost control and plummeted off the incomplete track.

Only he and Clara knew that Marty was safe. Safe in 1985, where he would have talked this all over with Jennifer, gone back home to sleep, and gotten on with his life.

Or, he thought he did.

His subconscious, since that morning, has cruelly painted vivid images of dozens of other possible fates, knowing precisely what to show him to inflict the most pain.

Again, Emmett has dreamed of the way Marty dies.

It always involves the train. The train is too early, Marty is distracted, Marty cannot get the doors open in time to save himself and the train horn blares—

In the dream, Marty yells for him, terror plastered on his face, expecting he would come to save him. Emmett would if he could, but even he cannot penetrate the barrier of time that separates them now.

All he can do is watch as the DeLorean is ripped to pieces and Marty with it.

It only took the first two days for him to notice a pattern and this morning's nightmare has only confirmed it. Four days does indeed a pattern make. Tomorrow, too, he expects will be more of the same, and if this is to be his fate so long as he's trapped in the past, how is he ever supposed to live out the rest of his days while still maintaining his sanity?

He'd factored everything into his calculations; the train schedule as he remembered it, unchanged for the last fifteen years, how long it would take the DeLorean to slow to a stop when taking into account the level grade and precise length of the bridge over Sh—Eastwood Ravine.

In theory, it was foolproof. Marty would have plenty of time to escape and save himself and the train would be there not two minutes after to destroy the DeLorean and prevent any further misuse.

Thinking about his life's work destroyed so completely brought with it a pang of regret, but it was a necessary evil.

That was supposed to be the end of it. Now, even destroyed, it is a source of persistent misery.

If this keeps up, he may very well earn the moniker of mad scientist that's been hurled at him since his return to Hill Valley all those years ago.

He can't go on like this. He needs that closure, he needs to know that his best friend in the entire space-time continuum is safe because he deserves nothing less after everything he's done for him.

Emmett doesn't realise he's pulled himself out of bed until he's slapped in the face by the chilly morning air, the stable door slid wide open. He sucks in a breath of fresh air that chases off the last of the nightmare and the fitful sleep he got, allowing him to focus on the rough beginnings of his brand new project.

A time machine constructed entirely out of parts from the nineteenth century.

[swashbucklery]

Every time I try outlining a next fic and diving into Kit meta she gets more and more nonbinary I don't make the rules I just work here.

[13eyond13]

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[blackcanary567]

Ronance as Batman and Catwoman but Nancy as Batman and Robin as Catwoman just for the sheer hilarity of their first meeting not remotely going how they thought it would.

Like, Robin’s heard all about the big, bad bat that took down the mob, foiled the Joker, fought Bane and has terrorised the criminal underworld. She’s seen hardened criminals shaking while telling her about their encounters with the vigilante, swearing it can’t be human. Nancy’s been tracking a number of robberies targeting the rich and corrupt, hearing stories of a woman who can break in, take what she wants and leave without anyone noticing, even highly trained security teams.

They finally meet when Nancy finds Robin stealing from someone she’s investigating. Robin’s expecting some huge, over six foot, burly man dressed as a bat, not this ball of angst and rage who’s top of the head only just reaches her eyes while in heavy boots (she later finds out about the red-headed spitfire sidekick in the red and green suit, and discovers Nancy’s identity after her annoying little brother and his friends come into the Batcave to convince her to let them drive the Batmobile). Meanwhile, Nancy thought the theft would be some graceful and sly master of her craft, but then Robin’s tripping over her own feet, talks at a mile a minute and has a terrible time understanding social cues (they go back to Robin’s apartment when they decide to team up, where she has her numerous cats all named after characters from noir movies and lives with her best friend who just so happens to be Nancy’s ex-boyfriend from high school.)

(This is definitely not an excuse for Robin is some cool catsuit with her patches and Nancy’s jawline à la Pattinson’s Batman. Or for Nancy to pin Robin to a table.)