#high voltage asks ⚡️

[tm-24-thunderbolt]

are they siblings or cousins???

( @ace-trainer-jay i just can't send images on anon LOL)

Cousins. Alder's got two kids. Flint's dad is his son

[writing-reference-redux]

Whump Prompts

60 ideas for writers and artists!

Either choose your own prompt, or ask your followers to choose for you by sending you a character or ship and the number or emoji. Also, let people know if you welcome combos (combining two prompts into a single story or art piece)!

Be aware! Some of these prompts may be triggering! Proceed with caution if you have sensitivities to certain whumpy subject matter!

🤢 - It was probably something you ate

🤒 - Fever dreams

😢 - Where's the comfort?

😷 - Better safe than sorry

🥶 - We have to get you warmed up

🌡️ - Heat exhaustion and other summer fun

🌊 - Heavy surf

🏊🏼‍♀️ - Against the (rip) tide

🛟 - Overboard!

🔆 - You forgot to put on sunscreen, didn't you?

🏖️ - It would have been safer to stay in the water

👂 - Auditory issues

👀 - Eye scream

🐺 - When animals attack

🌳 - Why were you climbing a tree in the first place?

🍄 - You ate a wild what?

🌼 - I didn't know you were allergic!

🔦 - Whumped in the darkness

⚡️ - High voltage

🔥 - Where there's smoke...

🏈 - Tackled

🛹 - I told you you couldn't do a kick flip!

🍽️ - Cooking accidents

🍗 - Slow down before you choke

🎲 - The most unlucky day

🚗 - Road hazards

✈️ - Is there a doctor onboard?

⛺️ - Whumped in the woods

🍴 - We'll find food soon

🥤 - There has to be water somewhere

⛈️ - A storm's a'coming!

🌪️ - When the wild wind blows

🏠 - Most accidents happen in the home

🔪 - Getting stabby with it

🔫 - Bang!

🏹 - Bows and arrows

🩸 - That's a lot of blood

🪤 - It's a trap!

💊 - Did you take your medicine?

🦠 - The virus

🫁 - Just breathe!

🫀 - What does a heart attack feel like?

🧨 - Firecrackers are dangerous

🎢 - Having "fun" at the fair

🪜 - Watch that first step

🪟 - Destination defenestration

🛁 - Tub slippage

🕳️ - Down, down, down...

🩺 - Worst bedside manner ever

💀 - It's (just) a (mild) concussion

💉 - I know you hate needles, but you need this!

🪡 - You need stitches

🩹 - Quick fix

🦴 - It's definitely broken

🩼 - You really should stay off your feet

🛌🏼 - Stuck in bed

💤 - Just try to stay awake

💬 - Keep texting until I get there!

🫂 - You're safe now

💋 - I'll kiss it better

[imagionationstation]

if youre still taking prompts, could i request 19 with 12!donnie and metalhead— i’ve been missing those two a bit haha

19 = ⚡️-> High voltage

“Hey bud.”

Metalhead chirps as Donnie pats his head, speaking through a yawn. “Yeah, I’m back up. Robot’s not gonna built itself.”

Metalhead trails him to his desk. Donnie picks up the sketchbook, carapace scratching the wood as he sits down beside it. The pen taps his cheek mindlessly. He leans the paper towards the watching companion, asking, “Look good?”

Metalhead raises a hand and touches the paper.

Donnie sighs, “Yeah, me neither.”

He taps the sketchbook against his forehead a few times before he stands. “Back to work.”

Metalhead is there when he stumbles, providing a head for him to catch his balance on. A soft chirp as he goes over to the generator on his desk, but Donnie only opens his toolbox. “Don’t worry about it. Just been a long night.”

He stops at his side to peek over the desk. Then he looks at Donnie. His creator nods drowsily, “Fine, long nights. Really, Metalhead, I’m perfectly capable of missing a few hours.”

When he reaches over, his hand bumps the toolbox and knocks it to the floor. He stares at it, shoulders slumped, as Metalhead begins picking up the tools. Metal hands offer the red container.

Donnie takes it. “Thanks. Gotta watch what I’m doing.”

He places it on his desk and pulls out a screwdriver. Metalhead watches him work for a while, catching every mistake and fumble, patient when his hands shake. His creator slams his fist on the desk and it knocks the pile of the books off the other side.

Metalhead sets a hand on his arm. He takes a deep breath, brushes at his eyes, and says, “I can do this.”

Metalhead takes his word for it and shifts his attention on the mess. He walks away as his creator pulls out a pair of pliers, examining the machine. He picks them up and turns, a danger symbol taking over his vision when Donnie moves to cut the active wire.

The hardcovers hit the floor, the pliers start to slice through, and then Metalhead is ramming his shoulder into Donnie’s plastron. His creator hits the ground, crying out in anger, and Metalhead’s hand closes around the grips, accidentally finishing the job.

The power surge hits his systems all at once. His screen goes wild, decorated in Human and Kraang, and then everything shuts down-

-to power back up a moment later in suboptimal condition.

His fuzzy vision slowly sorts itself out, fingers glitching when he tries to turn his head. His chirp crackles when he tries to speak, frantic screen failing to get a lock on his creator’s expression.

“I did it!” He gasps, shaky hands cupping his head. “Oh, buddy, you’re okay. I cannot believe I was so- but I can fix this. I can fix this.”

Metalhead’s voice box crackles. Donnie smiles, eyes covered by a sheen of liquid. “You scared me. How long did you know it was on?”

He tries to speak. His leg lifts in an awkward position.

Donnie wipes away the gloss and pulls out his tools. “Right. Right. Priorities. I’m sorry, bud. This was my bad. What was I thinking?”

He continues to ask rhetorical questions as he works. Metalhead answers once his voice box functions properly, helping to recode his processor. Once they’re finished with major repairs, he chirps a command and starts walking.

“Metalhead?” He hesitates. Metalhead does not stop. “Where are you…?”

He leaves the lab and goes into the bedroom. He waits in the dark until his creator creeps in, looking around blankly. “What’s in here?”

He points at the bed. His creator sighs. “Metalhead…”

He goes to pull back the covers. He looks at him expectantly.

After a long beat of consideration, Donnie comes over. He lays down reluctantly, eyes already half shut, and says, “I have too much to do.”

Metalhead tucks the blanket over his shoulders.

“I’m going to let them down.”

He pats his shell as he’d seen his brothers do.

“I can’t…” He trails off. Metalhead plants himself by the bed.

He remains there until the evening. Any creature that attempts to cross the threshold is reminded of the extensive weaponry that he bears. After all, Metalhead is made to help and protect.

And sometimes a creator needs protection from himself.

Thinking about Metalhead Rewired. Emotions all over the place. I didn’t know I needed this pain today. Thank you!!! 💜💛

[crescentmoonteas]

IF YOU REGRET / RESET THE GAME

art by Lyn @jazlyn_jin!

hi! want to experience all the highs and lows of IYR/RTG (IF YOU REGRET / RESET THE GAME) but have no idea where to start or what Lyn and I are even going on about? no problem! here's a starter pack/summary post that'll get you up to speed in no time 💫

the tldr is that it's a roleswap AU where Haru is the protag and Ann is the traitor. the "not long enough; need more context" (doesn't roll off the tongue quite like tldr though) is below the read more!!

NOTE: this AU contains spoilers for both vanilla Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal. you've been warned!

most of the information for the AU is very neatly summed up (and comes with extremely good art by Lyn) in this thread on Lyn's twitter. below is more of a neat recap containing some plot points and stuff that you can use for reference or whatever.

what does IYR/RTG mean?

it means "if you regret, reset the game" and is a lyric from the song Axe to Grind from Persona 5 Strikers! it's a reference to how the roleswap is essentially a 'reset' of the canon game.

how did the AU come about?

two years ago I (Ash) posted a silly tweet about a roleswap AU "but it's just the Thieves put in a randomiser" and Lyn saw traitor!Ann and went wild. anyway two years passed and we're now back working together to make the AU a reality! sort of! we're not Maruki! maybe!

new roles!

🍀 Haru: Fool/Wild Card

🪶 Goro: Magician

⚡️ Sumi: Chariot

🦚 Yusuke: Lovers

👾 Futaba: Emperor

🌀 Morgana: Priestess

👑 Makoto: Hermit

♟️ Akira: Empress

🐈 Ann: Justice

💎 Ryuji: Faith

new personas!

🍀 Haru: Eurydice + Tyche + Atropos

🪶 Goro: The Mórrígan + Crowley + Hereward

⚡️ Sumi: Raijū + Cerberus + Anubis

🦚 Yusuke: Oshichi + Kikuri-Himei + Suzaku

👾 Futaba: MYDOOM + Sputnik 1 + ELIZA

🌀 Morgana: Babel + Seraph + Adam

👑 Makoto: Ophelia + Rapunzel + Vivian

♟️ Akira: Le Horla + d'Artagnan + Raoul

🐈 Ann: Daphne + Medusa + Persephone

💎 Ryuji: [SPOILER] + [SPOILER] + [SPOILER]

new confidants!

Wakaba Isshiki is now the Judgment Arcana

Jin Akechi is now the Devil Arcana

Nozomi Akechi is now the Tower Arcana

Kasumi Yoshizawa is now the Moon Arcana

new palaces! (and some returning ones!)

Madarame (Greed)

Shun Nanami (Wrath)

Kobayakawa (Boasting)

Makoto Niijima (Acedia)

Fumiko and Atsuto Kurusu (Pride)

Wakaba Isshiki (Envy)

Kamoshida (Lust)

Holy Grail (Sloth)

Yaldabaoth (every single sin at once)

Maruki (Sorrow)

new all out attack screens! (screens to be drawn, here's the phrases they have!)

🍀 Haru: Lucky Strike

🪶 Goro: Any Way The Wind Blows

⚡️ Sumi: Danger! High Voltage

🦚 Yusuke: Après Moi, Le Déluge

👾 Futaba: GG NO RE

🌀 Morgana: I Said No Running

👑 Makoto: Lifeguard On Duty

♟️ Akira: Checkmate

🐈 Ann: That's All Folks!

💎 Ryuji: [SPOILER]

new plot changes!

Kawakami now works at Crossroads part-time rather than the maid service. there is no maid service in IYR/RTG.

Crossroads is also the place where Haru winds up spending most of her time due to the high number of confidants there and their lax rules about having birds in the bar

there's also a new waitress at Crossroads called Ren!

Shido is a complete nobody in the AU and is not relevant to the plot at all

the confidants that have been swapped out are either dead (sorry Sae) or they no longer need their confidant chain doing due to the lack of Shido in the AU

Ohya is now having a great time with her reporting partner and probably drinks a somewhat reasonable amount now maybe

Haru's dad is alive and well and still a complete asshole

Ryuji is fine :) stop asking questions about him :)

[zimulacrum]

I of course had to do this, as Monster High has been an important part of my life for... yeah, over 10 years now. As a queer, disabled (mental and physical), arab, nonbinary ghoul who’s lived in Texas my whole life, this brand has been #1 in helping me accept myself and learn to love those around me. As my class ring reads, "be yourself, be unique, be a monster" has been the words l've lived by for a thrilling 13 years, and if my school did senior quotes, mine would probably be something like: “and for the very first time, they finally liked who they were looking at”.

Identifying myself so close to Frankie Stein has helped me as well, especially in these high school years. When I was younger, I always thought I’d become Jane Boolittle or Robecca Steam (surprisingly), but as I got into my freshman year, I realized that Frankie was who I wanted to be. Though many people may not like her (G1 referral), she was a happy, science-loving ghoul who was nice to everyone no matter what, even those who did not take her seriously. She always kept a smile on her face and wanted nothing more than to help her friends, have fun, and be herself. That’s what I wanted to be, and that’s how I made it—even with all the negative energy in my electric brain that I can not fix.

And it’s not just the fab fictional creatures that have helped me, it’s also the voltageous friends I’ve made along the way because of it. I’ve made friends in cosplayers online, fans in my theatre class, and even the members in the subreddit have been some of the NICEST people I’ve ever met. And in fact, because of posting about Monster High online, I’ve met my future roommates, and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for; hell, he was a Jackson cosplayer. Perfect, isn’t it?!

So with me graduating in my freaky fashion, and Garrett Sander himself conbatulating me on doing so, this is Frankie Z, taking their limb-dropping bow from “V” High School—but never will I be leaving Monster High! ⚡️💚

[angel-of-whump]

⚡️ - High voltage

CW: Electrocution

"Any of you got a watch?" Sam asked.

The three boys just stared and that alone told him what he needed to know. "Great."

Before he could think more on what to say, the screen flickered on, making the group flinch.

"Holy-!" Roderick blew an exasperated breath. "Fucking gave me a heart attack!" He looked at the numbers ticking down and his eyes widened. "Wait. I-Is that a clock?!"

"Ask and you shall receive!"

"It's not a clock. It's a timer..." Those words. He had said those exact words once before. Before...

Suddenly, it clicked. "Oh God, t-that's...!"

"So someone's... Someone's listening?! You sick fuck!" Kevin began to struggle in his restraints, the metal cuffs around his wrists not budging one bit. "Let me out! Let me out!!"

"Kev!"

"Kevin, calm down! Snap out of it! We're all in this together!" Even Jeremy trying to soothe him didn't help. Kevin continued to struggle, straining his arms, doing everything he can to try and break the cuffs. No matter how hard he tried, the metal still held.

Seeing Kevin freaking out like before made Sam's stomach drop. Despite everything he did, despite them trying to do the right thing, they were still back here. In the room where they would all die.

Was this some sick joke some higher being made to trick him into believing that everything will be okay? Was the last two weeks all a ruse to get Sam to believe that he could make a difference? He should've known. He should've known that it would be all for nothing.

Though Roderick was saying something else this time. Instead of asking Sam why the timer was counting down, his focus was solely on the cowering boy across from him. He too joined in on trying to calm him down. "Kevin, hey! Calm down! Just try to look at me!"

Kevin's eyes darted to Roderick, tears beginning to stream down his face. "Please!! Get these off of me! I want to go home!! Please!!"

The timer was down to a few seconds making Sam's heart race. "No no no no no no no please please no!!!"

"GET IT OFF ME!! GET IT OFF!!"

"PLEASE!!! PLEASE, GOD, NOOOO!!!

The timer hit zero and the collars turned blue.

The current was already at its peak, causing the boys in the chairs to scream as their bodies convulsed. Sam's vision went white. For a moment, everything was blank. All he knew was pain. An excruciating pain that was surging through his body. He couldn't even do anything to get away. Even if there were some way to escape, they were all pinned in place from the electricity.

The smell of ozone filled the room as the session continued. As soon as it started, the current shut off, allowing the group to try and catch their breath. Sam tried to move his hands, but it was difficult. A pins and needles feeling had spread throughout his body. He blinked his eyes, trying to clear out the blurriness.

The others were groaning, their breaths hitching as they twitched and spasmed. "Holy fuck!! Oh god..." Roderick cried out. Tears and spittle were running down his face as he coughed.

Jeremy was no worse for wear. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to calm the racing of his heart. A couple of marks were already noticable on his neck and arms.

Sam turned to Kevin who was still convulsing in his chair. He tried to breathe, but it was coming out in quick gasps.

"Kev... Kev, y-you okay?" Roderick stuttered.

His question didn't seem to reach him as he continued to struggle to breathe. Sam shut his eyes. It's happening again. All of this is happening again. He couldn't stop it. Kevin is getting hurt. His friends are getting hurt. And he was powerless to do anything. I'm sorry... I'm sorry, guys...

[so-sures-blog]

Skybound

skybound definition: confined to the sky.

In which Jay becomes Lightning to save his friends. And Nya says “I love you.”

☁️💙⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️

Finally, the battle against Wojira was over. 

After all the wild waves and the howling wind and the crackling lightning, the Sea Serpent that had lurked in the depths of the ocean for thousands of years was destroyed. 

The Storm Amulet had been broken, and Wojira had screamed and writhed as lightning encased it before she exploded, the power from the ancient beast sending shockwaves throughout the city. 

Then, there is silence. The raging storms stills at the death of their master, and the waves of the sea resided, the flooding slowly draining away until the ocean is back where it’s meant to be. There is a calm, a tranquility that is found right after a hurricane where the peace slowly drips by until the damage is to be realized. 

The Ninja stand still with bated breath, waiting for the last member of the team to appear. 

There is a clap of thunder, a crack of lightning, then— 

The Master of Lightning descends from the clouds and joins them on the rooftop.

“JAY!”

He turns around to be greeted by the cheers of his friends as they rush towards him. 

“Way to go!”

“Yeah!” 

“I knew you could do it!” 

“Jay!” Nya is the first to reach him, her eyes shining as she beams at him. “You did it!”

She throws her arms around him, expecting him to hug her back. 

She doesn’t expect electricity. 

Her hairs stand on end, the thrumming of static pulsing through her body. It suddenly feels as if she is walking in the Sea of Sands, under miles and miles of power lines and consciously aware of the high voltage of electricity passing above her head at the speed of light. Jay’s body feels wild and chaotic, like lightning stored in a glass bottle. 

She pulls away with a gasp of shock, static clinging to hair and clothes. Sparks of lightning travel up Jay’s arm, and he looks at it curiously. Nya backs away, unnerved by the uninhibited show of power Jay displays.  

“Heh, that’s going to take some getting used to. But we’ll figure out a way to change you back, don’t worry.” Cole chuckles. “Just don’t short-circuit the TV when we play video games, okay?”

Jay seems to ignore the comment, tipping his head questioningly. “Back?”

“To normal. You know, the old you,” Cole explains. 

Jay looks even more confused. “Normal?” 

“What’s wrong?” Nya asks hesitantly. “Are you okay?” 

The clouds suddenly part from where they hang in the gloomy sky, golden light pouring over the rooftops. The lightning designs on Jay’s body glow brighter in response. 

Jay stares, transfixed with the sky. 

“Do you hear it?” He asks in wonder. 

“Hear what?” Nya asks. 

“The clouds  … they’re so loud  … so powerful  …” he smiles. 

“It calls to him,” Benthomaar whispers. 

Lightning suddenly begins to spark off Jay, and everyone but Nya flinches back to avoid getting shocked. Nya watches with horrified awe as Jay almost seems to dissolve right in front of her, only to be stitched back together with strands of electricity. 

“Sorry. It’s difficult for me to maintain this shape.” Jay says. 

Nya suddenly feels like she’s been kicked in the stomach as dread starts to flood her heart, pool into every limb and sink into her bones. “What do you mean shape? That’s— That’s what you are,” she says. 

“What I was. Yes.” Jay smiles fondly, and suddenly Nya can’t breathe. 

Was.

Was, like Jay wasn’t there, wasn’t real, that he was gone— like he wasn’t just there in front of her when he kissed her on the cheek when she was fading in and out of unconsciousness after Kalmaar’s attack. 

Jay couldn’t— 

Jay couldn’t be—

“I have to go now,” And— And Jay is pulling away now, he never pulled away— turning his back to her as he walks towards the edge of the building. “I will remember you.” 

“Remember?” Cole repeats. “What are you talking about? You’re not going anywhere.”

Jay doesn’t stop walking towards the edge of the roof, and Nya forces herself to move. Her legs feel like lead has been poured into them, it's so hard to move without stumbling, but she forces herself to chase after Jay. 

“Jay! Stop, wait, listen!” Nya’s whole body is trembling, and a blinding panic is building up in her chest. “Something is wrong with you. You have to concentrate, you have to focus, you have to— turn back!” 

Jay hasn’t turned around or faltered in his steps while Nya is talking, and with a sudden burst of energy, Nya surges forward and grabs his wrist. 

Lightning surges from his hand, and Nya jerks back. The shock left her hand stinging, and the message is all too clear. 

Jay was Lightning. He was electricity, twisted and woven in the shape of her Yang. Jay had become his element, had become Lightning itself, to save her. And now he was  … 

“No,” Nya’s voice breaks. “Don’t leave me.” Everyone is caught off guard at the vulnerable, desperate, trembling tone Nya takes. 

She’s never sounded like that before. Nya has always been the strong one; she’s always been the one to power through the traumatic events that happened to them, been the one to tell them to never give up and that there was always a solution. 

But now— now Jay is leaving her, and he’s never coming back, and she’s realizing that there is no way to fix this. She can’t do anything, she can only just sit and watch as the love of her life disappears, and know that there isn’t a perfect way to solve this. 

Jay stops, shocked at the sound of her voice. He turns around to see his Yin. Her shoulders are curled in on herself, and she’s staring at him, eyes swimming with tears. 

His eyes soften and he walks towards her, gently brushing a hand over her cheek and wiping away a tear. Nya can’t help but lean into the touch, sensing the undercurrent of lightning running through his arm. 

This doesn’t feel like a concession. 

This feels like a goodbye. 

Nya’s lips tremble as she feels Jay’s hands drop to her’s, holding them. He doesn’t shock her, but she can feel his power fluctuate, thrumming against her skin, always moving. 

He pulls away, and her heart breaks. Her hand still tingles from the electricity of Jay’s hand, and Nya isn’t ready. 

He walks towards the edge of the roof and stands on it, the lightning marks etched in his body brightening in the sun. Jay lingers on the precipice between the sky and them, looking over his friends with a soft smile. 

Nya steps forward, a single tear falling down her cheek. “Jay  … I love you.” She says. 

She’s never said those words aloud before. Ever. She wasn’t good with the words, not after so long where it’s been her and Kai against the world. Jay knows that, and he understands. He says the words “I love you” freely, and knows she responds with every bright smile and held hand. 

This time  … 

Jay doesn’t respond to her. 

He smiles, glowing eyes filled with love as he turns away from his friends. 

No  … 

He’s leaving. 

No, no no  … 

“Jay!” 

Nya stumbles forward, desperate to catch him, to stop him, to tell him to come back  … but she’s too late. 

There is a blinding flash, a crack of thunder, and when Nya opens her eyes again Jay has vanished. She looks to the sky and sees a shining light, the clouds swirling around like they’re welcoming an old friend. 

Nya watches as the light beams through the gloomy clouds, and in the next moment, there is an earth-shattering boom as Jay disappears across the sky, taking the storm with him.

Electricity still lingers in the air, the atmosphere holding its breath like the eerie moment of anticipation between lightning and thunder. The buzzing sound doesn’t leave Nya’s ears as she stares at the sky, searching for any traces of Jay with a gaping hole in her chest. 

She’s vaguely aware of the others joining her, Kai placing a hand on her shoulder and Wu comforting Cole. 

It doesn’t matter. Not anymore. 

Jay is gone.

☁️💙⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️

“What now?” Kai asks, watching his little brother, Lloyd, continue scrubbing windows dully. 

“Give him time.” Cole says, staring at Lloyd sadly. “Maybe we’ll have better luck with Nya.”

Kai winces. It’s been a year since he’s been in contact with his sister, Nya, practically disappearing off the radar ever since Jay’s memorial. She had been inconsolable, and Kai didn’t know what her state would be like a year later. 

Would she even be interested in stopping the Vengestone buyer? Nya used to love missions like that, but without Jay there  … 

Kai stops that thought as a pang of grief went through him at the lack of smart comments and jokes that would occur on the mission. Jay had been there since the beginning of Kai’s journey to be a ninja. He had been the one to lighten the team with jokes shared on dreary nights, and had a spark to him that made any situation seem possible with his inventive ideas. 

Without Jay  … 

Kai shakes himself out of it as Zane starts talking. “Does anyone know the whereabouts of Nya?” He asks monotonously. 

“Yeah, what’s she doing?” Cole asks. 

Kai turns to stare out the window, the gloomy sky a bleak grey. There is no thunder, only the promise of rain. Kai wonders what that meant for the floating lanterns that would be sent into the sky in Jay’s honor. 

“What else?” He says. “She’s out chasing storms.” 

The Lightning Ruins, then.

☁️💙⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️⚡️💙☁️

[joyffree]

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𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 He was off limits… but that only made me want him more. Jaran Iverson was my brother’s best friend and my first love. But the day after my eighteenth birthday, he left our small town without so much as a goodbye. Five years later, he’s back, asking for a second chance and expecting the three of us to pick up right where we left off. Only, I’m older now and far too smart to fall for those soft smiles and sultry eyes. After years of working through the destruction he left behind, the last thing I need is to fall back in love with the boy who broke my heart. Mia Carter was everything to me—bright, funny, forbidden. So when she kissed me one drunken night and begged me to take her innocence, I almost gave in. The only girl I’d ever wanted was on her knees in front of me. The problem? She was my best friend’s kid sister. The next day, I packed my shit and left town, doing everything in my power to forget her. Now I’m back and ready to claim what’s always been mine. Except, this strong-willed, independent vixen isn’t the little Mia I once knew. She’s the woman I can’t have… but that only makes me want her more.

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[tm-24-thunderbolt]

This is really funny

It's not funny it's mean

[tm-24-thunderbolt]

🧊 [ice cube] Favorite Ice type?

Hm. I think Abomasnow is pretty cool. Ha.

I always feel like Candice's is trying to eat me.

[tm-24-thunderbolt]

Who's his grandpa?

This guy

[ Image ID: VOLKNER IS THAT FUCKING EX-CHAMPION ALDER????? ]

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✅: a to-do list from this morning

Flint's amazing to-do list for amazing Volkners!

Eat breakfast

Drink something (noon too early for drinks drinks)

Check blood pressure, youve been low lately. No er trips this week >:(

Perhaps spare a kiss for the amazing man making this amazing list

Take Ms. Spark out, she's on an eating Flint kick again

Check in before you make plans

Public 3v3 battles?

[ The list was pinned on the refrigerator. ]

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So…you and flint…

me and Flint? What about it?

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You play electric?

Yeah. I used to a lot more when I was younger, but I still do sometimes. Probably not that good anymore, anyways

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Well I mean. Can you?

I'm not as good with acoustic guitars.

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How are you enjoying unova

I like Unova. I've been once before, for the PWT, but haven't really been back since. It is annoying having to mentally translate everything, but it's fine. When we're with Alder he usually just does it because he's better at Unovan.

It is pretty cool coming back here with Galvantula. I don't know of he remembers being caught here or not, but I do. I want to try and get a Zebstrika really bad.